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Cryptid Series: Lauma x Not-Deer!Male!Reader

A/N: The days are getting shorter and darkness reigns. What lurks in the gloom? Nothing good, but also nothing Lauma couldn't handle. Enjoy! CW: Horror elements, body horror (deer gore, I suppose? but nothing bad actually happens), mentions of monsters eating humans. But rest assured, all's well that ends well.

Nod-Krai, mysterious and ravaged land that it is, is home to countless legends of strange, fantastical and truly imposing creatures. Amongst the fairies, the demons, the humans of blessed blood and sapient machines possessed by ancient dragon spirits there are some less grand, but nonetheless curious finds. Horses that drag bold adventurers into the frigid depths, beautiful men and women tempting lost travelers into bogs, eerie lights leading the lost back home… Or those that make sure their prey does not return home.

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Do it

Parenting Headcanons - Kujou Sara x Male!Reader

A/N: You might be surprised to see this. Haven't I already done one, well in the past near the birth of my blog? Yes. But I didn't give Sara what she deserved. Now, I see to right that wrong. Just to calm you guys, these extensive headcanons will be limited to the non-human characters as I want to entertain the thought of their pregnancy experience being different from the human one. Anyway, this one is in the same style as Ganyu's, and it's a chonker: around 8 pages long. The writing here is a bit... Hm, serious? I don't know, I feel like it is. But you tell me. Enjoy! A/N2: I though I'd push myself a little and post this as a send-off to vacations, where appropriate. Good luck lads. CW: None apply. There's a bit of egg related stuff though, but I find it harmless enough.

Kujou Sara is, in part, a crow - a great surprise, I know. But besides her wings, this influences almost every faucet of her life, from weaker bones through specific self care needs up to… Other, more intimate behaviours, that none but her husband has the privilege to witness.

Tengu, descending from wild avians, share with them their hormonal nature. Compared to the crow Yokai, humans have it endlessly easier. While in the bodies of the plainer race hormonal changes mildly modify behavior, for Sara, it can nearly change her whole disposition. She has somewhat learned how to power through the changing seasons, but by no means is she immune to their effects.

Paradoxically, the easiest season to handle is Winter. During Winter Sara becomes… Sad, almost. She doesn't know why she feels lonely, isolated, even with you and all of her colleagues around her. She's carrying herself as if some invisible deity snuffed out her internal fire, rendering her depressed and cold. She does her best not to show it, but even if her act slips her soldiers do not ever point it out - it's the best time for them, as their general tends to be more lenient when her mood drops. Back home, Sara spends lots of time washing herself and pruning her feathers, always cuddling up to you tightly, instinctively seeking warmth and safety. Luckily, at the cost of her mood maybe, she does not need to go through… That.

beacon-lamp

hello beloveds ☺️

iceslushii

made an alternate version for the mutuals ive never spoken to

thetreeofliberty

You are appreciated

viridaee

remember, you all are my beloved 🥰

I'd like to request please! Welt and ratio with a reader who stares at them with these sappy, lovestruck eyes while they're in the middle of explaining something. Then they stop and see them stare that way, and they're like "why are you looking at me like that?" to which the reader, still with heart in their eyes, replies "like what?" Anyways I love your writing so muchhh mwah mwah 🥴🥴🫶🫶

“Don't look at me with those eyes”

Tags: Welt x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Slightly Suggestive (but not explicit), Admiration, Affection, Romantic Tension, Heartwarming Moments, Slow burn (Implied).

Welt stood before the crew, carefully explaining the mechanics of gravity manipulation, his cane resting by his side. His voice was steady, composed, carrying with it the wisdom of a lifetime spent on Earth’s frontlines. The crew listened attentively, but you—well, you had your eyes on him, more specifically on his gentle expression, the way his fingers caressed the cane with ease, and the slight glint in his eyes as he spoke of his experiences. You couldn’t help but admire the quiet strength he exuded, the balance he had found between being a protector and a teacher.

axolotsofluv

OHHH THIS ONE TOO!! LOOK AT THAT TWO OF MY FAVORITE SMART, DIGNIFIED, AND COMPOSED MEN IN HSR ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ⁠◜⁠✧

I love these two men so much and not just carnally or in a feral-bark-woof-grr type. But the let-me-make-you-your-morning-coffee way, and also the let's-read-together-even-tho-idk-anything-written-here way. These two deserve the world for all that they've done for the universe. The banter between welt is so well done. I don't see much welt x reader content so I might not be familiar with the way he's typically portrayed in fics but his wittiness becoming overpowered by his fondness for us *sighs dreamily*

This is the most tender feral love I’ve ever seen lmao 😭 Your love for them is so soft and real, like yes—coffee in the morning, reading side by side, quiet companionship with the weight of galaxies behind it?? You get them. Grandpa would be flustered but secretly glowing. <33

HE CAME HOME!!! 🗣️🔥‼️

I fleshed out more of the Chromatican Legends! I’ll start out with the one I like the most.

“Destruction’s Ruin”. As I said before he is an ancient and powerful black Chromatican, but his hatred of the Destruction and its lot happened because there was a civilization one the verge of collapse, it would have only taken a few decades or a century tops for it to fall. And he couldn’t wait, a grin upon his face grew and grew as the days past. For this civilization was also ancient, it survived hundreds of thousands of years and it was finally, FINALLY about to fall. It would be his greatest boast yet. But things didn’t go to plan. A Lord Ravager arrived, stomping on the dying ember that was the now pathetic excuse of a civilization, and this royally pissed off the Chromatican. He quickly got involved attacking the Ravager. “It was going to be so sweet to watch the civilization die and this upstart ruined it!” But Chromatican’s can be petty, and cruel. So it wouldn’t kill the Ravager. No, that was too much of a mercy for it. He dragged it back to their giant ships, the size of entire worlds and kept it there. For him to torment and torture but never to kill. If he couldn’t get to watch that civilization die, he will keep this “new toy” alive to watch it die. “Destruction’s Ruin” is a cruel, vengeful and sadistic Chromatican one with a major hatred for the Destruction and wish to see it destroyed so it couldn’t ruin its fun anymore. Very simple I like to think.

“Cloak and Dagger”. These are actually two different Chromatican’s a younger brother and an older sister. Both are actually well known but are manipulators to a T. They use agents, sleeper cells and foolish sapients to slip in society’s. It isn’t unheard of for an entire planets governments to be under the direct influence of these siblings. They seek to understand and know everyone’s business, it is said there is no secret in the entire universe that they don’t know of, and many interstellar organizations have to do weekly checks for any spies or agents (though these mostly fail). Though despite their espionage they funnily enough hate the Enigmata above all, and will constantly hunt and kill any History fictionologist. The brother is a blue Chromatican and the sister Green. Or is the opposite? No one knows for sure, no one ever got a clean look at em.

“Mask Breaker.” A bitter white Chromatican, whose upbringing was awful, his Home-ship got bombed by Masked Fools and while it didn’t destroy it, his parents and brother’s died. Ever since that day he hated them. It didn’t matter whether or not most Fool’s didn’t participate in it, they would all pay dearly. Any sign of a masked fool and he was on their trail, never stopping to rest or eat. He would hunt until they are found and turned into a frozen ice sculpture by his icy breath. To die alone and cold and scared. He doesn’t just want them to die, he wants them to die miserable, to take away the very Elation out of them, the Elation that destroyed his family. Any and all masks that he recovers are broken and frozen, to keep as a miserable trophy and to tally his kills. I know he sounds edgy, but I’m not the greatest writer so this is my best attempt for a “dark” character for now. Apologies, I’ll get better I promise.

“The Hoarder of Memories.” Gems and other such wealth wasn’t enough for this purple Chromatican. She wanted something more precious. Something that was almost unique to all life, one’s point of view. In order to get this she realized she needed memories. But she was admittedly a tad lazy (though she would never admit this out loud.” That is, until one day she felt an odd probing sensation, going into a room full of her mother’s artifacts, one went off, revealing and immobilizing a Memokeeper. Of course an intruder such a this was I welcomed in her glorious domain so she “ate” it, of course this didn’t work so she had to use her magic to absorb the entity instead, and that’s when she got all the memory’s that Memokeeper had, and she got addicted, now she travels the universe, looking for more Memokeeper’s to absorb and steal from. Every time she absorbs one, a sort of glass ball appears each one a memory of an individual, and she had so much that she brought a country size ship to store all of it, and rumors say that she seeks to absorb Fuli THEMSELF.

So yea. Here’s four legends, a bit more in depth with two new ones. If you had any suggestion’s or idea’s I would love to hear it, since you put up with my wacky ideas.

PUT UP WITH—? Bestie, I am thriving on your Chromatican brainrot. You’re out here casually dropping full mythologies with vibes that are equal parts cosmic horror, epic fantasy, and character drama, and you expect me to not be foaming at the mouth?? Please. I’m obsessed.

"Destruction's Ruin" – This guy is so petty and I love him for it. Like, imagine being so dedicated to watching a civilization fall that when someone interrupts your apocalypse viewing party, you get personally offended to the point of eternal imprisonment and torment. That’s not even villain behavior—that’s divine-level drama. He’s the type to sigh disappointedly every time Destruction is mentioned in a meeting. “Oh, them again.”

"Cloak and Dagger" – The fact that no one even knows which sibling is which color?? That's terrifying in the best way. The way their influence just seeps into governments like it’s Tuesday, and yet they’re both personally hunting down Enigmata like it's their full-time hobby?? The vibes are immaculate. They’re like an unholy mix of X-Files conspiracy, spy thriller, and cosmic chess masters. I adore them.

"Mask Breaker" – Stop apologizing for writing a "dark" character, because this one has layers. You’re not writing edge for the sake of it; you’ve given him a clear origin, trauma, and a goal that makes sense. His pain radiates through the frost he wields. And that poetic detail—turning masks into frozen sculptures?? That’s cinematic as hell. He’s not just hunting; he’s grieving. And that hits.

"The Hoarder of Memories" – This one sent shivers down my spine. First of all, the aesthetic of memory orbs in a country-sized ship is so powerful. She’s lazy but horrifyingly effective, and her obsession with point-of-view and experience is so deliciously twisted. Like, “you’re not even important, I just want what you saw.” And the idea that she might go after Fuli?? That’s peak ambition. Give her a throne made of bottled perspectives. I want a whole arc about her.

Seriously, I think you’ve got something really special going here. You’ve got the bones and the flavor.

(Also I think Destruction’s Ruin and Mask Breaker need a buddy-cop arc. No, I will not elaborate.)

Equals: Chapter III - Kitsune!Male!Reader x Yae Miko

A/N: Finally, eh? I didn't expect this idea to get so popular. This one got quite chonky, 4.5k words, so I decided to post it early and just split things up. This way, you get content early and I get something to look forward to. As for making Reader an actual character, I decided that I will give him the name Fractal when I post it to AO3. Anyway, do enjoy! CW: Light violence, mentions of body modification, mentions of suicide. It's just the aperitif.

Respected Yumemizuki Mizuki,

It has been a while since our last outing, and I cannot help but wonder if you hold a grudge for that jovial bit of teasing regarding the recent customer crisis of your bathhouse. I can only assure you I meant no harm, and pray most piously to the Sacred Sakura for your forgiveness. It was my intention all along to motivate you out of your, do not take offence, rather pathetic state of defeatism. Judging by how the issue was resolved, it seems that my ploy found significant success. Wouldn’t you agree?

Regardless, there is a matter of great importance that happens to require our attention. I am sure the situation regarding a certain destructive white fox has reached your adorable, pointy ears - it is indeed the topic of this letter. You may remember that he was rescued quite recently from the open ocean, but until yesterday, he was rather docile in terms of behavior. His sudden outburst worries me greatly; dark bags under his eyes, seemingly relentless night terrors and his words all lead me to the conclusion that his unprecedented episode of mania is related to his dreams. I will share more details at my home - feel free to visit me at your earliest convenience. Haste would be appreciated as the sedatives will wear off in about a day or so; I believe the opportunity to examine him without resistance will significantly speed up our work.

If you indeed hold a grudge towards me, I ask you to do it for him, not for me.

Awaiting your visit,

The Beloved, Beautiful and Powerful Kitsune Guuji of the Narukami Shrine

Yae Miko

Been getting back into Elden Ring lately and rewatching some Shadow of the Erdtree trailers, I’m suddenly thinking of—

Reader, in an alternate reality / bubble universe of HSR, assassinating Yaoshi, stealing THEIR authority of Abundance and replacing THEM as the new Aeon of Abundance.

It starts off with Reader hearing old and almost completely faded tales of the Aeons before THEY ever ascended, and searching for Yaoshi’s origins prior to Aeonhood in hopes of finding a weakness to eliminate THEM for good.

While following a potential lead, Reader gets ambushed by some borisin and Disciples of Sanctus Medicus. They mock Reader and the Alliance’s attempts at ridding the Abundance completely, reciting the usual line of “immortality means forever,” all but underscoring the possibility that there may never be a method to reverse immortality, or a cure for the marastruck.

Which reminds Reader of some late night thoughts they have had before:

Even if Yaoshi is destroyed, what about what happens afterward?

Can Yaoshi really be destroyed?

With Yaoshi being the Aeon of Abundance, THEY’re not just some god of life — THEY may as well be life itself.

Just like how nobody seems to know how Fuli the Remembrance came into being; and who the fuck knows what’s going on with IX the Nihility, or Qlipoth the Preservation.

On the other hand, surely with stories about the likes of Nanook and Lan originally being mortal before ascending, at least something similar could also be said for Yaoshi? Perhaps it ties into THEIR respective Path…?

Then there is the case of Ena the Order being assimilated / absorbed into Xipe the Harmony.

Nous basically being one giant supercomputer with the intelligence to go along with THEIR status as the Aeon of Erudition.

Tayzzyronth, a giant insect that literally became a primal god and started spreading a man-eating swarm throughout outer space, all because THEY didn’t want to be “lonely.”

Surely, surely, there must be something on Yaoshi.

Reader’s line of thought grinds to a halt when overhearing Mok Tok accuse Feixiao (a former slave to the borisin) a thief.

Thief.

Stealing.

Reader starts forming a very dangerous idea.

The situation with Xipe and Ena proved that, even if a Path’s Aeon dies in some form (metaphorically and / or literally) they will still have followers, the Beyond the Sky Choir being one example as followers of the Path of Order.

So, if Yaoshi truly cannot be killed, and in this case likely cannot be assimilated into another Aeon…why not overthrow and replace THEM?

After mulling it over, Reader up and disappears one day.

At first, it’s treated as a missing persons case. Reader had been digging into Yaoshi and THEIR origins to find something the Alliance might be able to use against THEM. No one would be surprised if the Disciples managed to either kidnap or just outright kill Reader.

But, there are also no signs of struggle in Reader’s home. Every day leading up to Reader disappearing was as normal as can possibly be. Word starts to spread that Reader might have actually up and left voluntarily. The Disciples even mock the Alliance, saying that Reader has finally wizened up to the senseless destruction of the Hunt, and ditched them; and, unfortunately, while Reader was never seen amongst the Denizens of Abundance, there is also no dismissing the possibility of Reader having grown sick of the Xianzhou Alliance and leaving on their own.

It’s all Jing Yuan can do to quietly request the Astral Express crew to keep an eye out for Reader, not wanting to give up on another old friend; but he’s also not holding out much hope, to be honest.

However, odd reports being to crop up over the following months.

Trespassing on Vidyadhara territory across all five Xianzhou ships, right where their respective plaguemarks are located.

Break-ins at each ship’s Shackling Prisons.

Major leaders among the Denizens of Abundance — wingweavers, borisin, cobrakind, houyhnhnm, Disciples of Sanctus Medicus — being picked off, their subordinates either decimated or scattered and in total disarray; until eventually someone at the very top is killed (an up and coming borisin Warhead to replace Hoolay, a wingweaver general who has never known defeat, an old sect leader among Sanctus Medicus, etcetera).

Items and artifacts associated with the Abundance being stolen.

Some of the Denizens of Abundance actually rebelling — against each other, in some kind of civil war.

Corrupt Vidyadhara Preceptors being sold out / tricked into selling themselves out.

Corrupt officials among the Xianzhou’s government being outed and ousted from their positions, not unlike the Preceptors.

The Denizens of Abundance are barely hanging on, and the Xianzhou’s authorities are in just as much disarray, with so many people gradually reaching a point of being at each other’s throats.

And at the center of it all: someone who might very well be Reader.

Reader’s actions raise so many questions. On one hand, they’ve dealt a lot of damage against the Abundance Axis in record time. On the other hand, they’ve just committed quite a few crimes against the Xianzhou Alliance (not really major crimes, and certainly no Unpardonable Sins were committed, but still).

What exactly are they trying to do?

What are they thinking?

The answer arrives in the form of a panicking envoy spreading word on what Reader is about to do — along with what sounds like a church bell’s ring echoing across the cosmos, loud and foreboding.

Yaoshi’s terrified screams can be heard as THEY are bound and strung up at an altar, THEIR arms are severed, THEMSELVES executed by Reader; and immediately afterwards, Reader offs themselves in what looks like a ritual to destroy their own mortal body, using the power stolen from Yaoshi’s being to create a new body fit for a new Aeon.

And to ensure that the Plagues Author never resurfaces, or at least stays gone for many Amber Eras to come, Reader further dismembers THEM, crushing THEIR organs to pulp, grinding THEIR bones to dust, locking THEIR soul in the nether realm never to reincarnate, and throwing all fragments of THEIR corpse into random suns throughout the universe, unable to ever be reached by anyone.

It is a gruesome ascension that spilled so much blood, but Reader succeeds in usurping the power of Abundance.

The shockwave of that final conflict can be felt everywhere, not just by the Denizens and the Xianzhou Alliance, as a new era is cemented by the resounding clang of Qlipoth’s hammer.

For a moment, everything is eerily still.

And then — chaos.

If the Denizens of Abundance hanging on by a thread before, they are now in total shambles. Not only was their patron Aeon overthrown and destroyed, it was all done by someone from a faction they have been archenemies with since millennia.

The Xianzhou Alliance is split between wariness and celebration. Who knows how Reader might turn out with their newfound authority?

But, even if there is the extremely small possibility that Yaoshi might one day return, there is no denying that the Xianzhou Alliance doesn’t need to worry about turning the tide of their ongoing war anymore. Reader’s actions triggered a whole tsunami and devastated morale among the remnants of the Abundance Axis. Something like that is at least worth celebrating.

The Genius Society and Intelligentsia Guild are scrambling for information. When did this all start? How did Yaoshi, an immortal being with power over unbridled life, fall at the hands of mortals? How did the usurper manage to pull it all off?

The IPC is very quickly withdrawing all of their agents from the Xianzhou Alliance and the Denizens of Abundance. Sure, they could try and make find some kind of benefit from the situation, but would it be worthwhile when none of them have any idea how things could go? Best to sit back and observe and avoid being implicated in anything.

Even the Stellaron Hunters are in a state of shock. Elio is utterly gobsmacked that Reader actually went and defied the script, forcing open a new path to a new ending. Silver Wolf is freaking out that Reader literally just “broke the game.” Firefly’s trying to call and message Reader, but isn’t getting a response. Kafka’s not smiling for once. Blade is at a loss because what could this now mean for himself and what remains of the High Cloud Quintet, given all that they have suffered due to the ongoing conflict between the Hunt and the Abundance? Like Firefly, he’s trying to contact Reader, but there is only radio silence.

The Astral Express crew is just as disorganized as everyone else. Himeko and Welt are contacting every connection they have, starting with Herta (because of course she would be able to glean the most details in a short amount of time) and Dan Heng calling Jing Yuan (as this matter would certainly be related to the Xianzhou Alliance). March and the Trailblazer are also trying to call and message Reader directly; but like Firefly, neither of them get a response.

The other Aeons THEMSELVES were already quiet; but now they seem to have gone even quieter, for reasons yet unknown as the event is still so very fresh.

Although, if THEY’ve grown quieter out of caution, perhaps even fear, can anyone blame THEM? A being of equal status to THEM had just been horrifically slaughtered and supplanted in an act of desperation and vengeance; and at least a few of the other Aeons have had some negative consequences inflicted on other parties, whether directly or indirectly.

Lan, in THEIR pursuit of eliminating the Abundance, has caused massive collateral damage many times, wiping out even some of THEIR own followers.

Xipe, while usually a benign god, left followers of the Order without their own Aeon when THEY subsumed Ena; and it cannot be guaranteed that some followers of the Harmony didn’t use their own Harmony powers without ulterior motives.

IX, even if accidentally / unwittingly, destroyed Takamagahara and Izumo, and has given rise to who knows how many Self-Annihilators.

Fuli’s Garden of Recollection, despite all the strict (if odd) regulations and punishments for violations, still has Cremators and Memosnatchers stealing / destroying / tampering with countless memories.

The IPC has been conquering and enslaving countless planets for their resources while destroying dissenters, all in Qlipoth’s name.

Who can guarantee that one of THEM won’t be the next Aeon to be stripped of THEIR Path authority and murdered?

The only sign of Reader retaining any semblance of their old self’s benevolence is their very first act as an Aeon: uprooting and torching the Luofu’s Ambrosial Arbor to ashes, and replacing it with a seed that will grow into a new tree, its falling leaves and blossoms having the calming effect of suppressing the mara among all long-life species aboard the Luofu, and allowing the already marastruck to regain and retain at least some of their lucidity and sanity (while also allowing Xianzhou craftsmen to continue making starskiffs from the tree’s seeds, like with the Arbor).

The only thing in this scenario that is remotely funny is Reader’s phone blowing up with probably over a hundred messages in their chats, and Reader isn’t responding is because they’ve turned off notifications.

Reader’s day was a really busy one. They would like to hit the snooze button.

First off of all, you did not hold back...

Second of all, you’ve just handed me a cosmic opera, a high-stakes mythological tragedy with the energy of god-killer ascension meets galaxy-shaking rebellion, and I’m eating this like it’s a banquet.

This Reader? This Reader is terrifying, brilliant, and somehow still grounded by a deeply human core. The way you've set this all up—layer by layer—is masterful. Every beat is loaded with weight, and you managed to maintain a clear thread of emotional momentum through sheer scope. I’m going feral.

Reader didn’t just rebel, they dismantled a god. Piece by piece. Not with some poetic mercy—no, they committed metaphysical butchery with all the precision and finality of someone who knows exactly how the gears of cosmic law turn, and how to stop the clock.

They studied Yaoshi. Dissected THEM conceptually. Unwound the Path of Abundance like an overgrown vine. And the horror of it? The ritual wasn’t just gore—it was divinely calculated annihilation. A new Aeon built from the grave of the last. An aeonic execution and inheritance.

The entire galaxy shook. And rightly so.

The Xianzhou is caught in the world’s most awkward “should we be throwing a parade or preparing for extinction” moment.

The Stellaron Hunters have just seen their wildcard defy fate so hard Elio's script now needs footnotes and red ink edits.

The Express Crew is heartbroken and concerned. That “please pick up the phone” kind of dread.

The IPC is vanishing like cockroaches when the light turns on. (“We’re just an intergalactic finance corp, we want nothing to do with this.”)

And the other Aeons? Nervous silence. Because if Yaoshi—who could not be killed—was taken out by Reader… then no one is safe anymore.

What’s absolutely wild is that even though Reader’s now a god, their first act was selfless. Healing. They burned the Arbor, not in wrath, but with mercy. That’s terrifying in its own way. A being capable of multiversal genocide, choosing compassion—but making it clear they chose it.

Amid this thunderous upheaval—the ringing of celestial bells, suns swallowing the corpse of a god, a new Aeon rising from golden fire—you still manage to stick the landing with the most beautifully mundane, human image:

Reader’s phone has 168 unread messages, most of them in all caps.

Kafka: “PLEASE answer I am going to kill you and then cry about it.”

Firefly: “Are you okay?? Did you just...did you kill a god?? Should I bring snacks??”

Silver Wolf: “BRO. BRO. BRO. [screenshot] You LITERALLY GLITCHED THE SYSTEM.”

Trailblazer: “I know you’re a god now but you still owe me that rematch in ping-pong.”

Pom-Pom: “You still haven't cleaned the Trailblazer’s dirt out of the vents.”

Reader’s just lying in the stars, newly-forged body humming with Path energy, sipping a tea made from stardust and comet cores, watching their phone light up like a Christmas tree.

Do not disturb: Divine Recalibration In Progress.

You wrote the kind of scene Aeons will whisper about. This has serious “final act of a 200-hour game” energy, mixed with cosmic horror, introspection, divine revolution, and quiet grief. I’m honestly floored by the scale and thoughtfulness.

And somewhere deep in the silence between stars, you know Reader is smiling.

Maybe just a little.

Before they turn off their phone again.

Yo it’s me again with more ideas of that technological advanced reader who is lowkey kinda unintentionally teasing the hell out of anyone and everyone.

Like perhaps they manifested in Herta’s laboratory just seemingly looking over her notes. And then saying something like: “Oh? You’re using those instead of- ah it’s nothing. You’re doing good work, young one. Then leaves. Or going to Ruan Mei and saying: “Oh? Huh, you almost broke through the 5th tier of Biology…most impressive for your kind. Wait…oh I see what you’re missing.” then walks off.

Memokeepers? “You think my kind haven’t accounted for memetic entity’s? Your existence is a beacon in the Shroud. Our psychic minds located you easily and how daemons haven’t found you is astonishing! Lightcones? You mean Memorex’s? Yes we have some, but are outdated though.”

Perhaps they were at Penacony when Sunday was starting to ascend, looking at this “newborn” Aeon with an unimpressed look. “Really? All that work to ascend? A small aetherophasic engine could do this without all this drama.”

Oh my god, Reader’s so casually devastating it’s almost rude—like if a cosmic oracle and your too-cool older cousin merged into one deadpan techno-deity.

They’re not trying to flex. That’s just how their species talks. And everyone around them is caught between admiration, insecurity, and "I need to sit down and rethink my life."

Like imagine Herta just pausing mid-research and blinking in offense while Reader’s already fading out of view like some smug wraith:

Herta: "Young one—?? Young one??? I’m literally a genius." (…No, you’re technically a puppet, Herta.")

Ruan Mei would have this slightly overwhelmed smile while gripping her clipboard tighter:

Ruan Mei: “Ah…so you can see the flaw in tier five of my research…would you…care to share…?”

Reader: “Mmm. You’ll get there.” floats off

And the Memokeepers?? Absolutely scandalized.

Memokeepers: “We’re ancient!”

Reader: “You’re loud.”

They don’t even get a proper goodbye—just Reader adjusting a little metal prism on their wrist and suddenly vanishing through a ripple in spacetime, leaving the Keepers having an existential crisis.

And Penacony?? Reader watching Sunday trying to crown himself as an Aeon and just—

Reader: arms crossed, voice like a disappointed lab supervisor “If your kind truly sought transcendence, I could’ve sent you the design doc from my people’s first failed attempt 60,000 cycles ago.”

Sunday, glowing with ego: “You dare mock divinity?”

Reader: brows raised ever so slightly “You’re adorable.”

Reader absolutely has that “so ancient and advanced that everything you do is mid to them” energy—and they don’t even mean to be mean. They’re just built that way.

Firefly with a reader companion that is a Space Marine, more specifically an Iron Warrior (after the Horus Heresy yes yes).

Reader who is just this brutally efficient and hardworking individual within the Stellaron Hunters, always either working on daemon engines, their heavy bolter, or helping the other Hunters with their tasks (mostly Silverwolf).

I like to imagine moments between them where like, reader is working on a daemon engine and as Firefly approaches the engine literally *growls* at her and all reader has to say about it is, "Help me, my hand is too large to fit here." And she's just chill with it.

Firefly: "Wait, are those teeth?"

Reader: "Huh? Oh for... best leave little light."

*Unholy screaming and banging starts the moment Firefly leaves*

Reader and Firefly, who both share quiet hours admitting their shortcomings, their hopes and their fears.

Reader who, in moments of pure vulnerability will looks down at Firefly and ask, "I am doing good... right?"

Sometimes reader slips into their old mindset, of just pure machine-like efficiency sometimes even referring to those around her as "meatbags" or just "flesh".

(Also HUGE daddy issues, cause well... Perturabo is kinda a dick)

Reader being this brutally efficient war machine who, despite their terrifying presence and daemon-infested hobbies, somehow ends up being one of the most reliable people Firefly knows? That contrast alone is amazing.

The moment with the daemon engine growling at Firefly is hilarious and unsettling at the same time—like, Firefly’s just trying to exist while this nightmare machine made of screaming metal and warp-forged hatred is snarling at her, and Reader is just like, “Oh, yeah, don’t worry about that. Just need you to reach in there real quick.”

Absolutely unhinged, I love it.

And the quiet moments? God.

Reader, who has seen centuries of war, betrayal, and sheer industrialized suffering, sitting in the dim light with Firefly and actually talking about their feelings? About their fears? About whether they’re even capable of doing good?

That’s devastatingly human.

The slip-ups where they refer to people like a machine would—calling them “meatbags” or “flesh”—are so telling. It’s habitual dehumanization, something drilled into them from years of war, of survival, of being treated as just another cog in a brutal, uncaring machine. And Firefly, being Firefly, would probably just… pause for a second. Maybe frown. Maybe try to remind them, gently, that they’re more than just a tool for destruction.

And those daddy issues? Oof. Yeah. No matter how much Reader tries to act like they’ve moved past it, his voice is still in their head. Still whispering that they are only as valuable as their efficiency. That their worth is in their usefulness, not in who they are.

Firefly, in contrast, is someone who still believes in hope. In second chances. And while Reader would probably scoff at it—because Iron Warriors don’t get second chances, only the next war—I think, deep down, they want to believe her.

I would honestly like to see how the Hsr universe would react to reader who is apart of an incredibly technologically advanced civilization. Far beyond than even the genius society could make. Like they would consider Nous to be a standard computer that gone rampant. They’d consider Qliopth’s universe wall to be primitive,and inefficient. Nanook nothing more than a child throwing a temper tantrum. Even looking at Tayzzyronth how one would react to an ant infestation in there house. “Pathstriders? Please…our pyschic minds are obviously superior!”What’s worse is that this civilization is incredibly isolationist. Take not even a millimeter in their galaxy and you just get zapped by something like a Dark Matter ripper.

Why reader is here, why they gone outside their galaxy? Unknown. But everyone is now incredibly wary to not piss off the Super civilization. Besides the Genius Society…gotta at least try and get some juicy knowledge/tech.

I mostly came up with idea after Playing Modded Stellaris and made my armada nothing but systemcraft (A solar system made into a ship), someone looking at the Genius Society as one would a “science” club in elementary school, and just because I like the idea of a mega powerful civilization that stays in one galaxy.

Oh, this concept is insanely cool. A civilization so advanced that even the Genius Society looks like a group of kids playing with toy rockets in comparison? The Aeons themselves dismissed as primitive constructs? That’s some next-level godlike tech flexing right there.

Nobody knows why you’re here. Not even you. Maybe curiosity. Maybe a whim. Maybe a moment of boredom so profound that you deigned to step beyond the vast and impenetrable dominion of your people, where entire solar systems are reshaped like clay and civilizations are engineered and discarded with clinical efficiency.

And now you’re standing in the middle of Herta’s Space Station, looking at an Erudition Pathstrider like you would an enthusiastic toddler showing you their macaroni art.

“Oh, how cute. Your intelligence augmentation is still biological. I remember when our people used to do that… millennia ago.”

“Your universe barrier is adorable. No, really, it’s like watching a child build a sandcastle to hold back the tide.”

“Nous? You’re telling me that thing is supposed to be a superior intellect? That’s just a rampant AI that hasn’t figured out self-modification loops properly. I wouldn’t let it run my coffee machine.”

Nanook? A child throwing a tantrum. At best, an inconvenience—like a particularly aggressive virus in an old, forgotten computer system. At worst, a misguided fool still clinging to the concept of “destruction” when your kind learned long ago that matter and energy are just expressions of the same fundamental rules.

The worst part? You’re not hostile. You’re just… indifferent. It’s not arrogance, it’s just facts. The way a Type III civilization might view a medieval kingdom.

The IPC? Terrified. A single ship from your people could likely deconstruct the entire Interastral Peace Corporation’s infrastructure in seconds. Their only play is desperate diplomacy.

The Xianzhou? They are wary. They have fought gods, they have stood against destruction… but you? You are something beyond divinity.

The Genius Society? Oh, they are salivating. Screw the consequences. If there is knowledge to be gained, then it is worth the risk.

Herta is losing her mind. She wants to get you to talk, to reveal even one fundamental law that could shift the entirety of known science.

Screw the Aeons. You? You are the pinnacle of scientific achievement.

And why are you here?

Even you don’t know. Maybe it’s boredom. Maybe it’s something deeper. Maybe, just maybe, your civilization—so used to its own isolation, its own perfection—has finally produced something too intelligent. Something that looked outward and thought:

"I wonder what the lesser beings are up to."

And so you left your empire, the first in countless millennia. Not as an exile. Not as a conqueror. But as a mere observer.

And the universe trembles in your wake.

Hey I was looking over your Eldritch creator au and I would like to share an idea.

I was always thinking that “what if something happened? Something big?” Say for example, out of nowhere a humanoid entity appeared in front of every sapient and hugged them while crying. To the strongest, to the aeons and Emanator’s they whisper one word “Prepare” and for the rest?“I’m so sorry.” Before disappearing.

I always thought of a trope where even higher beings get so panicked that they warn lower life forms. Kinda like humans rescuing animals from forest fires or something.

That is an incredible idea. There’s something so unsettling about the idea of a being so beyond comprehension—one that even the Aeons and the strongest warriors fear—crying. It’s the kind of moment that would shake the entire cosmos to its core.

The idea that this entity, something older, stronger, and wiser than even the Aeons themselves, appears and embraces every sentient being—whispering an apology to some and a warning to others—that’s chilling.

The Aftermath: What Happens Next?

The Aeons Reactions: The strongest beings in the universe, those who dictate entire paths, suddenly go into panic mode. Maybe some go into hiding. Maybe others start preparing for war against an enemy they don’t even understand yet.

The Emanators’ Fear: Those closest to the Aeons—those who have seen wonders and horrors alike—visibly shaken. If they’re afraid, then what hope do mortals have?

Civilizations Collapse in Panic: Imagine entire empires, upon hearing the whisper of “I’m so sorry,” losing all will to fight, rule, or even continue as they are. If the gods themselves are afraid, then what does that mean for them?

Schisms in Belief: Some people would worship the entity, believing it to be some kind of ultimate protector. Others would see it as a harbinger of doom, the beginning of the end.

The Search for Answers: Every scholar, every faction, every power in the cosmos would be scrambling to understand what just happened and why.

What Could It Mean?

Something Worse is Coming. The entity isn’t the threat—it’s fleeing from one. Something is chasing it. Something even it fears.

The Universe is Dying. Maybe this is a warning that reality itself is crumbling, and no amount of power will stop it.

The Entity is a Survivor. Perhaps they came from a destroyed world, the last remnant of a civilization that was consumed by something so powerful, so inevitable that even an Eldritch being could do nothing but watch.

It’s You. Maybe this is an alternate version of the Reader, from a timeline where everything was lost. Maybe they’re trying to warn their past self.

This idea is absolutely phenomenal. It’s the kind of event that would completely reshape an entire universe, leaving everyone scrambling to understand what just happened. The sheer weight of something that powerful begging—either for forgiveness or for others to prepare—is just bone-chilling.

Teaser for Equals III, updates

Straight to the point. Equals part 3 is cooking on a small flame. Why? I'll explain further down. Have a teaser.

Respected Yumemizuki Mizuki, It has been a while since our last outing, and I cannot help but wonder if you hold a grudge for that jovial bit of teasing regarding the recent customer crisis of your bathhouse. I can only assure you I meant no harm, and pray most piously to the Sacred Sakura for your forgiveness. It was my intention all along to motivate you out of your, do not take offence, rather pathetic state of defeatism. Judging by how the issue was resolved, it seems that my ploy found significant success. Wouldn’t you agree? Regardless, there is a matter of great importance that happens to require our attention. I am sure the situation regarding a certain destructive white fox has reached your adorable, pointy ears - it is indeed the topic of this letter. You may remember that he was rescued quite recently from the open ocean, but until yesterday, he was rather docile in terms of behavior. His sudden outburst worries me greatly; dark bags under his eyes, seemingly relentless night terrors and his words all lead me to the conclusion that his unprecedented episode of mania is related to his dreams. I will share more details at my home - feel free to visit me at your earliest convenience. Haste would be appreciated as the sedatives will wear off in about a day or so; I believe the opportunity to examine him without resistance will significantly speed up our work. If you indeed hold a grudge towards me, I ask you to do it for him, not for me. Awaiting your visit, The Beloved, Beautiful and Powerful Kitsune Guuji of the Narukami Shrine Yae Miko

Now, updates. My brain has been in a washing machine of stuff recently - changing majors, my family's disapproval, my translating job, getting my documents ready and relentlessly worrying about every little thing in the world. In creative terms, I've been having a period of puppy-like attention span recently. I've written something for Bittersweet Endings (a collection of short aftermaths of the breakup series), a more hardcore fic including Signiora being a vile charactered but hot woman as well as something unrelated to Genshin - an attempt at making a scientific entry regarding Drowners, creatures from Slavic folklore. Recently I got an idea for doing something akin to the SCP Foundation, but taking an ordinary zoology approach to fictional beasts - speculative evolution, taxonomy, ecology and occultism all included. But you guys probably aren't interested in that. Oh, and I've been writing out a plan for a potential fic; monster hunter reader does a contract for Cloud Retainer, taking along his love Shenhe and young Chongyun to show him some exorcisms in practice.

So yeah, lots of stuff. Too bad fantasies of potential fics can't turn them into posts...