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Hello hello! This blog is a safe spot for me to vent my writing ideas and for you to read with leisure. I won't promise any daily updates due to my schedule and indefinite amounts of stress but I will write requests & submissions once I get to it. Also, I write only (AND ONLY) sfw content so please do not submit any nfsw content.
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not sure if this reads too bitter or at all but the older I get the harder it is to define myself in a language/culture that had (and have) a big role in destroying the ones I come from
Disney Song! Yuu [Disney Songs Edition: A Mouthful of Damnation]
Featuring a case of fraud; a furious prefect who was the victim of said fraud; and a lovesick student who took the word 'admiration' to a whole new level.
MASTERLIST
It was a fine morning when the doors to The Council slammed open.
The Shroud heir was ready to duck and cover under his seat for the intruding student but he outright screeched when the furious Ramshackle prefect stormed in.
It was ethereal but utterly terrifying for an angry Ramshackle prefect to stare you down like you're scummier than dirt. Idia had mixed feelings about it.
"I can tolerate the 'protection'." Yuu started before anyone could speak. "I can tolerate and ignore the fact all of you have so much free time on your hands to start a cult and carry around recordings of my voice like they're the second coming of the Great Seven."
"But this," they hissed the word out like it pained them to do so, "this is too far."
They pulled something out of their pocket and slammed it onto the table.
Sam, whose shadows had fled the room the second Yuu had entered, cautiously lean forward with a frown, "... those are The Council's collector card set we sell."
"Yes, but why is my face on them?" Yuu asked, fingers twitching erractically for something- or someone- to hit.
"Because you're the Great One?" Bob piped up, getting smacked in the face as Beau stepped in.
"These are SSR Cards of you performing your magic as you sing in different costumes; and these are the Common Cards of Grim in various dresses after Azul blackmail- ahem, bribed, the monster to participate." Beau explained gently, as though Yuu would start hitting people any second now.
Judging by the way Yuu was despairingly staring at an empty chair, it was highly likely.
Sam blinked, "At first we were uncomfortable using these pictures as merch since you weren't looking at the camera in some of them. But Crowley said you consented and got half of the shares for the merch since then."
Yuu blinked back, "... you mean the monthly budgets and bank account that bastard crow gave me out of nowhere?" They sounded calm.
Everyone sent a quick prayer for the headmaster.
Crowley had been in a meeting with a student representative from NBC when the door to his office slammed open.
"THE COURTYARD IS ON FIRE!!"
"... WHAT." The headmaster sped towards the window in his office, ignoring his guest as he screeched in pure offense at the sight of his schoolyard on fire.
Smack dab in the middle of the burning lawn and screeching students was a large bonfire, fed by the pictures of Crowley Yuu was throwing in with utter glee while their friends did so with mild hesistation.
Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man~
Of my virtue I am justly proud ~
È̵̢̨̛̺̙̝͕͚͔̳͚̿̐̀̽̔̅̈́̇̎͜͠͠t̷̛̞̯̾̓̽́͆̉̿̐͂͑̕̕ ̶̻̗̞̱͕̺̣̥̬̩̖̋̎̑̒͋̒͋̈́̃̄̃̚͠ţ̶̛̗͈̫͉͉̦̮̖̰̜̜̘̌̀̄̏́̋͗̔̐̿ͅi̴̭̟̝̩̬̠͚̗̠̔̾͠ͅb̸̙̜̄͒͊̽͐̅͋͊́͒̀͑̃͜͝ͅi̶̢̡͙̮͇͍̻͔͚̤̊̀̉̄͌̄̎̀̈́̕͘͘͘͝t̸̪͑̓̏̎͌̄͌͂̂̈̋̊̓͝ ̶̨̛̠̻̫̲̳̻͇̠̟͉͎̭͈̋̄͂̆̓̆̈́͌̾̑͝P̶̢͍̜̺̟̹̭͎̰̳̮̻̭̤̍͜a̴̧͖͕͍̍̔́̈́̈̔̈́̊͐͑̕͠t̷̨̡̡̫̗̤͕͙̪̦̩͉͓̹͆́̅̇͛̄̓̍̚͜͠͝͠͝͠ḙ̸̺͑̉̓̍͑͌̊̔̄͌̿r̸̺͙̱̃̊̈́͒͒͊͛͒̈̓̊̿͠͝~
"We should put the fire out before it spreads out of the yard." Deuce murmured, eyeing the Leech twin who was standing in the farthest corner and clutching their jacket as though it set on fire again at any moment.
Ace elbowed him "Shut up and burn these pictures."
Epel simply cackled as he threw.
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd~
Q̵̡̨̮͈͖͖͓͙̜̙̩̾̈́͗͐̾̄͗͝Ự̶̳̯͙̎͛̂͒Į̵̧̧̳̳͚̫̩̀͒̈́̐̂̓́͜Á̴̡̡̗̪͕̼͈̥̤̩̫͇͌̔̓̌́͆́̈́̌̈́ ̷̡̼̘̠͓͉͈͔̒͊̊͝P̵̼̬͍̲͈̆E̵̦̮̱̼̥̺͆͗̅̑͘͜͠C̴̱̊̂Ç̸̡͔̣̣̼͍͓̥̩̍͐̀̂̆͒̔̔̍̋͊̑Â̴̧̡̠̒̓́̽̄̕͜V̶̨̤̯̟̭͗̉̈́͗̓I̵̧̬̹̬̪͕͕̥̬̟͓̽̏̽̀̽͆̌͑̊͘͠ ̴̡̼̦̥͚̖͔͇͔̮̜̫̱̩̂̍̊͋͛͑̂͊ͅŅ̷̤̤͖̈́̌̍͂̊̓̈́̈́̃̉ͅI̷̧͖͚̙͍̜͉̩̓̑̉͌̉̍̑̆̑̊̑̚M̷̨̳̥͔̬̯͉̲̺͉̀̊͒̒̑Ȉ̴̭̞̝̇Ś̴̟̦͙̥͚͈̲̘͂̿̃̏̍͜ ̸̹̪̝̖͓͚̺̫͊̓̍̆͛ͅ~
The panicking exclamations ensue as soon as the ghostly voices started to wail, echoing the words of the Ramshackle Prefect as someone ran off.
Something many people noticed when it came to Yuu's singing was that it was intentionally nice. When Yuu sings they would sweeten their voice into a light and airy tone, one which carresses each word they speak as the magic made its presence known. It brought the best out of the magic apparently. It was soothing, it was magical, it was the spoken of 'happily ever after' RSA prided on.
I feel her, I see her~
The sun caught in her raven hair~
Is blazing in me out of all control~
V̴̴̸̡̟̘̼͔́͑̓̽̕͠E̴̸̴̡͔̼̞͕͒͛̒̈́͘̕R̴̵̵̡͔͉̘͖͛͐̒̓̐͠B̵̵̸̡̞͖̺̺͉́͌̔͊͑͠ O̵̵̴͖͕̺͍̞̞͑̀̽̐̿̕ E̸̸̸̻͕̘͍̓͒̓̾͑͜T̵̵̴̢̢̞̻͍͇͒̈́͛͋͛͝ O̵̴̵̢͚̙̙͕̓̀̽̔͒̕Ṕ̵̸̴̝̫̦͎͔́̾͆͘͜E̵̵̸̟̪͔͖̻͍͋̔̐͊͝R̴̴̴̡̪̟͙͇͙̔͑͑̕̕͝E̴̴̵̪̞͖͕͔̘͑̓͆̿͘͝~
This was not singing. This was anger.
LIKE FIRE~ F̸̸̙͔̦̺͚̠̓͐̀̚͝I̴̵͍̺̟̻̻͉͆̿͌́͠͠R̵̸̪͉͎̙͖̝̓́̈́̿̔E̵̸̢̠̘̺̼̓̐̿̐̒͜͝~
HELLFIRE~ F̸̸̙͔̦̺͚̠̓͐̀̚͝I̴̵͍̺̟̻̻͉͆̿͌́͠͠R̵̸̪͉͎̙͖̝̓́̈́̿̔E̵̸̢̠̘̺̼̓̐̿̐̒͜͝~
THIS BURNING DESIRE~
It was Yuu booming their voice the loudest they could go, uncaring if the words come out hoarse or shrill. Yuu didn't care that people were wincing from the loudness of their voice or paling in terror at the unbridled fury they were shouting to the heavens.
Even the fact someone was hurriedly running towards the courtyard carrying a barrel of pumpkins paled in comparison to the sheer feral energy Yuu was busy emitting.
It was raw; it was ugly; and it was the most beautiful thing Rollo has ever seen.
"Sevens above." Dark eyes were brimming with a returning light as he stared at the cackling prefect with such adoration it made his unwilling audience take a step back, "my god has descended."
Yuu: I do not have a favourite Dxnsey song
Also Yuu: *cackles madly as they sing and set everything on fire*
“Ship means something you want to see happen.” Bitch, no it don’t. This weird-ass modern culture of lobbying show-runners to make your ship canon didn’t emerge until the advent of social media. (And recent social media like twitter, not shit-you-forgot-existed like MySpace.) Shipping and fandom in general have been around much longer, so you can stop acting like “this is the way it has always been uwu” right the fuck now.
Until relatively recently, most fans I’ve known have been perfectly okay with their ships never being canon. I, personally, would be actively offended if certain ships of mine became canon. That is not why I ship them. What I want from canon and what I want from fandom are often entirely different things that only intersect on the margins.That is why fanworks are called “transformative” ffs.
This exactly.
I’m so glad someone said this. A lot of my fav ships I specifically have no desire to see become canon, especially since they’re often in shows that don’t really do much with romance and I PREFER them that way. Shipping and fan fiction are separate things for me.
“What I want from canon and what I want from fandom are often entirely different things”
shipping isn’t always romantic idealization either which is an annoying recent mindset in fandoms, mainly its liking the dynamic of two characters and wanting to explore it in fanwork whether it be for sappy cute reasons or horrible awful unhealthy reasons, whatever is appealing/interesting to you about the pair.
Don’t hide this in the tags, Petra! #sometimes ‘I ship it’ means ‘They would have fascinating sex’ #sometimes ‘I ship it’ means ‘They would damage each other interestingly’
what do you mean fi1nn5ter got banned from twitch for “female presenting” tit streaming how does that even happen 😭
talk about setting records
i’m obsessed with twitch apparently hopping on the tumblr train of “female presenting tits/nipples” especially in this context. finn identifies as male but his tits don’t. apparently
i was joking
Because my comics have gone around the internet, many people have asked if I’ve “gotten better yet”. The answer is a firm NO because that’s not how post-viral illness triggered by an infection that causes organ and brain damage works. Please consider your behavior and who you are leaving behind.
Check out the People’s CDC here where they provide weekly updates on the COVID situation in the U.S.
ID in alt text and below!
ID: a 10-image black-and-white cartoony comic.
The 1st image is titled Pandemic Year 3 and dated January 2023. The drawing shows a masked boy with fluffy hair, Joey, surrounded by unmasked people. The text reads: At some point, the people around me decided that the price of me staying alive — a few small inconveniences for them — was too high. In image 2, Joey sits at a table with his drawing tablet looking concerned. The text reads: The world, many loved ones included, is actively hostile to me continuing to live. How do I cope with that? I don’t have the answer. I’m just really alone.
Joey, stressed and frightened, clutches his laptop. The text reads: And I mean really alone. A figure on the laptop screen says: High-risk people will take care of themselves. Joey yells: How?
This image is split into two panels. The first one reads: How do I keep myself safe when the store, work, and school, is a death trap? For each word, a triangle displays that maskless environment. The second panel shows Joey’s sad face in a Zoom window. The text reads: I’m taking my final semester of undergrad online to the displeasure of many.
Joey lays face down in a pillow. The text reads: If you’ve been following me for any time, you know I got Covid in February 2020 at 19 years old and have become disabled by long Covid. Everything smells and tastes like rotting meat, I can’t keep anything I eat down, and I’ve started randomly fainting after years of dizziness.
Joey is shirtless and masked and hooked up to an EKG. The text reads: I’m one of millions of Covid survivors for whom re-infection is much more dangerous. Not to mention everyone who was already high-risk.
Joey lays on the couch and looks at social media posts where people are posting photos of themselves maskless in crowds. The text reads: The general public is very happy to isolate high-risk people from society if it means never having to think about us ever again and continuing with the actions that kill us. That’s eugenics, by the way.
This image is split into two panels. The first one shows Joey laying down, clutching his heart, and crying. The text reads: And it’s not just the people who don’t see us. The second panel shows Joey looking disheveled. The text reads: The cognitive dissonance is unlike anything I’ve seen. A speech bubble says: Are you sure you won’t do indoor dining?
Joey holds his hands lovingly under his face and raises his arms. Hearts are around his head. The text reads: If you’re here with me and isolated from the rest of society while being continually told that your life doesn’t matter and that you’re crazy, I see you. I love you. You’re not alone.
Joey is shirtless and looking down at the portable EKG attached to his chest. The text reads: To the rest of you, I’m here asking for my life. I’m 22 and deserve to not only live but live joyfully. How much death and suffering is acceptable to you? The week of writing this, January 11th through 16th, at least 3,907 Americans have died of COVID. Recorded deaths have been over 2,500 weekly for months. Data from the People’s CDC. Recorded deaths are an undercount as many places stopped collecting or reporting data. End ID.
Throwback Thursday: It was 5 years ago when we were celebrating award season for The Shape Of Water, and I got to live my dream of being in an old musical dance number (dressed as an Amphibian Man, of course) with the amazing Sally Hawkins.
TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
WHAT THE FUCK IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE WHY DID SOMEONE REBLOG THIS
TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
Falsifying Identities is (Still) a Crime [Double Trouble SAGAU]
-> 《Yelan, Kamisato Ayato, Al-Haitham, Nahida》
Fortunately, you and your doppelgänger's secrets are still under lock-and-key. Unfortunately, the two of you are surrounded by adoring acolytes who are determined to pry those secrets out into the open with murder if they had to.
Part. one - two
MASTERLIST
YELAN 《UMBRABILIS ORCHIS》
'If you find yourself in Liyue Harbor, avoid drawing the attention of the Qixing and its associates.' Behind the bright and dazzling Liyue Qixing, Yelan haunts the shadows as a non-existing yet terrifying presence no one dares to cross if her interest is piqued. Her work behind-the-scenes is always a gamble- whether it be her life or someone else's .
Her calculative plots, thoughts, and actions are all for the sake of Liyue Harbor and the all-encompasing Creator, no matter how bloody it may turn out to be. As long as you aren't ensnared in her web of danger and deceit you should be fine... are you?
If you were any smarter, or braver according to some, you would've ran out of the restaurant the moment Yelan strutted in and plopped into the empty seat right in front of you.
While the staff and customers treated her appearance like it was a normal occurence despite your bug-eyed look, you caught her 'little helpers' occupying the table across the room and sighed.
It appeared that the moment you had entered the establishment, you had been caught in the spider's web as she gleefully ambushed your lunch plans.
"Hmm, what's wrong? Aren't you at least a little bit excited to see little old me?" The devil purred, the cunning look in her eyes betraying her innocence, "I'm hurt, I thought we had something special~"
Act stupid!
"I'm sorry, have we met?"
NOT THAT STUPID.
Yelan's lips quirked into an amused smile at your pathetic attempt, and yours dropped into a gape as she stole your lotus crisps without hesistation, "Nice try, but even I won't forget a face like yours anytime soon, little body double~"
You slapped her hand during her second attempt of stealing your lunch, determinedly ignoring the sound of someone choking across the room.
Is this karma for skipping your banner? You belatedly wondered, memories of your previous meeting clouding your mind. It involved the Chasm, your damm curiousity over the big nail, and ended with an interested Yelan dogging your steps across Liyue after attempting to shoot you down from said nail.
"Quit the niceties, what do you want?"
Yelan's smile never faltered, instead it widened as she leaned towards you, "Does our Creator have any plans here in Liyue? With you've travelling here so often."
"No, they don't." Yelan was hard to deal with on a normal occassion, but lying to her? Pigs will fly before she'll believe your words without any evidence. "I'm here for a vacation, that's it."
Several clatters and curses were heard across the room. You sigh, "Please let me eat my lunch in peace, and go deal with your subordinates before Wupei dies choking to death."
A momentary silence engulfed you two, the sound of chatter and someone choking in the background
Yelan hummed, "I'll see you later, betta fish~"
The terrifying woman finally stood up and stalked off, like a beautiful ghost who can either haunt you till your very last breath or take it away in an instant (murderously).
You were several bites into your meal when the rock finally sank deep within your gut and you dropped your chopsticks in horror, she compared me to a fish.
... maybe my doppelgänger can issue some sort of a restraining order?
AYATO 《CYPRESSUS CUSTOS》
As part of the Tri-Comission, he has a duty to preserve Her Excellency's Eternity in Inazuma, and the Creator of Tevyat has long since been a part of the Raiden Shogun’s vision. Although, Ayato does have his reasons to investigate the ‘body double’ his Creator had brought in, and it has to do with a little something he’d overheard from his sister’s conversation with Thoma.
“The Traveler’s been hanging around the Creator’s sibling a lot recently.” Curious indeed.
You should've left Inazuma the second you escaped the Tenryou Commission and its terrifying doushin by the name of Shikanoin Heizou- hell, you should've never step foot inside the nation in the first place despite your curiosity and your need to see the bake-danuki in person.
Maybe if you did, you wouldn't have ended up handcuffed to the desk of the Yashiro Commissioner like some sort of wanted criminal.
"Body double-san, the table won't be set aflame if you glared at it hard enough." Kamisato Ayato idly commented, never raising his head from his pile of documents.
You switched your glare onto him, "If it weren't for the laws of this land and this table I would hit you."
The commissioner finally lifted his head, blue eyes glimmering with amusement, "Ah, I look forward to your future endeavours then."
This damn- you stood up, belatedly recalling that you were still handcuffed as the desk rattled and you stumbled on your feet. The amused smile on Ayato's face lightened, watching as you muttered death threats to the pair of handcuffs before he spoke.
"Thoma just came back from a meeting with our dear excellency, the Creator."
You froze as the Kamisato sibling continued, "The Creator was utterly overjoyed over your wish to extend your stay in Inazuma, and the Kamisato household will gladly continue to house you during your stay with Thoma's assistance."
The shogi doors slid right open just then.
As though Ayato had timed the moment perfectly, Thoma walked in with a tray of purple soup and a bright smile which you didn't fell for after the guy handcuffed you to the desk.
Soup isn't suposed to be purple, you frowned
"Waka-sama, body double-san," Thoma greeted, lifting his tray in indication, "I brought lunch as requested, sea gadorama soup with naku weed."
You froze, looking at the tray in horror and then at the amused Yashiro Commissioner who had the gall to politely smile at you.
"It's my favourite soup," the madman explained. Thoma's slight wince didn't go unnoticed, so did the apologetic gleam in his eyes mixed in with sympathy.
Before you could even ask Ayato struck, smooth and quick as a snake he took a spoonful of the soup and shoved it in your mouth.
To put it simply, it was disgusting. Your first instinct was to throw up because of the soup's slimy texture (why?) and it's medical taste that threatened to burn your tastebuds with its bitterness (WHY??).
"Waka- soup- drugs-"
Your second instinct was to faint from horror and disgust, which you actually did.
AL-HAITHAM 《VULTUR VOLANS》
The man is a mixture of curiousity, determination, and resillience that you would respect on any other occassion or any other person. Unfortunately, this is Al-Haitham: the bane of your existence as a parasite you'll never get rid of, and you had doomed yourself the moment you'd stepped into Sumeru.
He might proclaim himself as a cold and rational being, but you've seen the mania swimming in his eyes- and his presence everywhere you go in the nation of wisdom.
The large, looming shadow behind you as you appraised one of the stores has, unfortunately, become a normal occurence for you during your time in Sumeru. For others though, it was a terrifying situation to deal with.
"E-Excuse me, I believe that the Akademiya student behind you wants to ta-talk to you." The store vendor stammered, unwilling to look into the piercing eyes that was definitely glaring a hole into your skull.
"Please ignore him, sir, and tell me the price for these spices." You monotoned.
You first met Al-Haitham in Gandarva Ville after Tighnari dragged you back to nag you on the dangers of cuddling the wildlife and hallucinations- it's not your fault the man can't see the Aranara. He thought you ate a bad mushroom which was, technically speaking, possible-.
"Hello, sir." You simply nodded your head in acknowledgement at Al-Haitham, he didn't say anything and simply gave you an unusual stare.
Then he smiled, you didn't like his smile at all. It was like it had too many teeth.
Soon the questions came, why you were in Sumeru; what was your plans travelling through the forest; how did you know the dissolvement of an entire knowledge division was connected to one man; how was the Creator who was piled high with paperwork and stress; it was never-ending.
You didn't know how to answer him without being insensitive but everything about Al-Haitham was unsettling: his intonation as he pelted you with question after question, his stance as he backed you into a corner with an unassuming smile, everything about the man sent the warning bells in your head blaring to run and never look back .
You heeded you own advice and booked it, despite the strange looks people gave you, but the prickling sensation of being watched never left.
Throughout your journey in Sumeru you saw the hint of a cloak disappearing from the corner; a flash of silvery hair camouflaged itself amongst the busy crowds; the dendro energy in the air humming, clouding as it blurred your senses with a smug satishfaction.
Maybe you were seeing things; maybe your paranoia finally reached its limit and you were scared of nothing really; maybe everything was fine because Sumeru was the land of the dendro archon so the dendro energy following you around was completely normal right??
It wasn't until a curious vendor asked about the Akademiya scholar following you that you realised you weren't seeing things- that you had never been truly alone since you met Al-Haitham.
The scholar was a true predator, hunting you down through Sumeru like prey.
"Why are you following me?"
Currently, you wanted to smack the bland smile off Al-Haitham's face as he replied, "I have a gift for you, consider it an... olive branch, so to speak."
He pulled out a leather bracelet with a Sumeru rose in the middle, but this one was a bright jade-green that resembled more like a carving than an actual plant.
"An experiment of mine." Al-Haitham answered your unasked question as he pulled your hand out to tie the bracelet around your wrist.
You tried to tug your hand back and reject the gift, Al-Haitham's grip tightened like an iron cage as a sharp pain jolted through your arm.
Al-Haitham continued as he tied the bracelet knot, "Tighnari was a great help in growing the rose while General Mahamatra provided me the papers to legally put the tracking device on it. Don't try to take it off, it won't work unless you want to lose your entire hand."
A stone sank deep into your guts as smug eyes met yours, a hunter who finally caught its prey, "Enjoy your trip in Sumeru, habiba."
NAHIDA 《SAPIENTIA OROMASDIS》
Lesser Lord Kusanali is most knowledgeable about the past, present, and future of Tevyat and their beloved Creator. In fact, she seemed like the absolute ally and alibi you should have on your side with the whole body double idea, no?
But if the God of Wisdom herself was unable to uncover the truth of the world, what other knowledge could be beyond her reach?
Your body double plan was pure insanity from the very beginning, even your doppelgänger said it.
But it worked impossibly well in the face of obsessive acolytes, multiple threats of bodily harm and an uncountable ammount of escape attempts that you- quite conviniently- forgot about the giant elephant in the room.
It was ironic that the giant elephant came in the form of a child that barely reached your knees, but you were too busy panicking over the realisation that you forgot about Nahida and her connection to Irminsul.
"Hello, Lesser Lord Kusanali." You calmly greeted while internally screaming at your terrible luck to encounter the God of Wisdom, and in Port Ormos no less after barely escaping several Matra.
Nahida smiled with too much teeth to be considered normal. Even her facade of curiosity felt unnatural on the face of a child as she spoke, "It's nice to meet you, the Creator's Kagemusha."
Her smile remained as you nodded in response, too terrified to speak. Tilting her head to the side like a curious child Nahida spoke eloquently, "... Irminsul holds no record of you despite your origins and connection to the Creator."
In the future where you doppelgänger questioned you about your meeting with Lesser Lord Kusanali, you can explained nothing but the shit-eating terror Nahida managed to instill within you with every word she spoke.
"You are not a Descender like the Traveler, yet you are also not a part of Tevyat according to Irminsul." She took a small step forward, you staggered back in response as though her words had physically hurt you.
You tried for a non-petrified smile as you answered, "But not all knowledge can be found in Irminsul, no? Not everything is as cut-dry as it turns out to be like ███████ ████ ████████████ said-"
Nahida frozed. The dendro archon stood in place like an unmoving statue, her eyes didn't blink even as everything around you faded into a landscape of greys and glitches. All of a sudden you hear a voice next to your ear, not a gust of air touching your ear as her words rang through your head like a clear sky.
"There are some things in this world that must remain as it is, Creator."
Colour slowly bled back into your vision as Nahida spoke, "You are not a Descender like the Traveler, yet you are also not a part of Tevyat according to Irminsul." She took a small step forward, you stood immobile in confusion and horror.
Nahida frowned, sensing your sudden mood shift, "What's wrong?"
You throat felt parched, "I-"
You stopped yourself, remembering the non-existent memory of what once occur. Clearing your throat you gave Nahida a smile, "It's nothing. It could very well be because I'm the Creator's kagemusha that the world chooses to respect her excellency's wishes."
Nahida hummed, "I see."
The God of Wisdom didn't utter a word about the bewilderment and terror hiding behind your glass smile and trembling fingers; nor the unusual shift in your emotions, like film tapes messily pieced together.
And yet, her all-knowing eyes weighed you down as you made a flimsy excuse and ran.
Doppelgänger: my sibling and I want a little sister
Nahida: that's wonderful news-
Doppelgänger: *slaps documents onto the table* it's you, please sign here
Nahida: what-
You: *blocks the door* be our little sister >:3
Doppelgänger: little sister >:3
heard porn bots might be following you guys again. sorry about that. but in some good news i have been gaining many new followers who are real stunningly beautiful women. welcome ladies :)
I get how the whole "listening to music as a dick-measuring contest for who can listen to the most obscure band" thing can get grating sometimes but I don't think people realize just how vital that phenomenon is for new up and coming bands to get a foot in the door. it's understandable to be annoyed by hipsterism but unless you want all music to be industry plants and former child stars you're just going to have to accept it as part of the social ecosystem.
most of your friends probably won't go around hyping up your amateurish self-released bandcamp project, but you know who will? the most insufferable hipster jackass you'll ever meet.
[your best friend playing your music in front of someone else]: yeah haha this is my friend's band... i know it's kinda weird and rough around the edges but i'm kinda into it... if you're not tho i'll turn it off.
[pretentious music guy you've never met before playing your music in front of someone else]: yeah so i found this on bandcamp and it completely blew me away, no one is making music like this today, it's so raw and experimental and interesting, i can't believe they only have 3 listeners on spotify, they're brilliant, frankly if you don't like this music you should kill yourself,
So my Dad and brother took separate cars to dinner tonight, and this happened.
they look like they are arguing about who is going to go home and change
Oh, they were.
Jake: You’ve got to be kidding me Dad: You SAW me walk through the kitchen on my way to pick up your sister! Jake: No seriously do you have an extra shirt in your car this is ridiculous
Oh my god they’re gonna kill me they didn’t want to even walk into the restaurant together let alone have this many people reblog this photo
Honestly I’m not deleting my Tumblr solely in the hopes that this post one day hits 1 million notes
Good news!
Disney Song! Yuu [Song Edition: Dig Down Deeper]
MASTERLIST
Yuu had known about the existence of fairies amongst NRC for quite some time now, what they didn't know was the deep adoration those fairies had for the magicless singing human.
Just let nature have its way~
And let your little flowers bloom where they may~
A sprout popped up from Yuu's flower pot, a tiny thing with stubby green leaves still growing out.
The students looked away immediately at the sight of the prefect's bright smile.
"Tsk, cheater."
The smile on Yuu's face fell as quickly as a chime of tinkling noises sounded from the nearby bushes. Several tables behind, Deuce had smashed his own flower pot and was threatening the student.
"Haah? Did some stupid punk just insult Yuu?" Deuce sneered, holding up a shard of his broken pot.
Y̴̨̑ȏ̵̗u̷̹̇͘ ̸̜͊͘g̴͖̟̋o̵̜̺͊͐t̴̹̚t̸͉͋̉ä̸̜́ ̷̫̓͜͠d̸̡̠̒i̶͕̲͊̚g̶̈͜ ̵̰̮̎̂d̴̝́o̷͔̹͊͠ẁ̸͎̑n̶͙̤͆ ̷̺̈́͑ḑ̶̙͘e̶̗̠̓͂ẻ̴̢͂p̷̗̱̍̍e̶͇̮̍r̴̭͈͑͛,̶͍͓̍̎ ̸̭̐g̴̦͔̎͌į̷̅r̷̫̄̒ḻ̸̓ ̵̬͙̅͒y̷̱̑ó̸̥̜̎ụ̴̋̓ ̷̛̻͘ç̶̦̽̇a̴̻̎͗n̸̠̤͆~
̸̛̳̣I̸͗̒͜f̸̙̦͠ ̴̬̂͜y̴͈͆͜ö̴̞́͘u̷̦͂̏'̵̱̒r̶͎̤͠ę̴͚͐̚ ̷̄͜ͅw̶̺͎̿a̷͕͇̿ń̴̳̯̃ț̸̨̅͌i̸͑͜ͅn̶̡̒͝g̵͍̏͑ ̵̪̦̈́̕t̴̛̞̃o̵̗͒ ̸̗̩̏̇w̸͓̼͒i̴̙̔n̵̤͓͆͠ ̸̺̤̃̀t̵̡͂h̶̫̏̐ė̴̱͠n̴̘͋ ̴̠̃̃y̷̱̰͝õ̶̢͚u̷̡̫͒ ̶͙̤̾͊b̶̪̃ẹ̴̍̌t̸͙̰̊̋t̵͈̋ȇ̷̟r̶̛̪͌ ̸̬̍̓b̶͉͔̽e̵̹̔g̸͇̻̔͘i̴̡͙̕n̵̫̏͜͝~
Grimm blinked, tilting his head towards the small chorus of voices who... were singing?
I̴͍͌f̶̯̓̐ ̶̛̟̀ý̷̬o̷͖͚͝u̶̥̿'̷̤̉͝r̴̫̐e̷̝̍̚ ̸͈̀̐w̴͋ͅa̸̬̐n̴̥̳̓t̵͎̜͒i̶̯̯̾ń̵͕́ǵ̵͓̕ ̷̪̅t̷̺̯͑o̶̙̅ ̶̱͈̚w̴̲͊i̵̲͇͊́n̷͇͍͑ ̷̮̪̉̌ṯ̷̓h̴͎͋̚e̶͓̰̓͘n̴̡̋ ̵̃͜y̸̨͆͜o̶͇̟͘͝u̵̮͕̓͒ ̶̬̊b̵̥̔è̴͇̳t̶̼͙̐̑t̵̛̹̃ẽ̷̜͊r̴̢̯͑͆ ̶̝͝ͅb̵͓̗̈́͘é̸̫̤g̷͚̉ḯ̸̭ṋ̴͚̆̃~
̶̬̑T̷̗͉̽͘ö̴̩́̔ ̷͚̑g̸̫͚͐̇ȇ̸͍̩t̷̥̏͝ ̸͔̺̇a̸̧̨̽͗ ̶̨̃l̶̯̫̃i̴̙̲̊̊t̴̻̀̇t̷͈͘l̴̲̏ȩ̴̼̈́͝ ̴̗̀͘b̷̻̙͐̇i̸̯̗͂̇t̶͍̂̓ ̴̖͘d̶̻̼̄ḭ̵̓̈́r̶̥̠̀͑t̶̙͒y̷̨̭̆ ̶̖̂͠a̸̼̍̓ņ̴̦́d̸̡̻̉̔ ̴̛̲́d̶̙͆̉ḭ̴͌ģ̶̳̚ ̴͈͙̇d̷͕̻̓͊e̵͕̥̅e̴̫͇̕p̶͍̊ ̵̖́͒ͅd̶͎̠̂ơ̵̱͉͒ẃ̵̺͉n̷̩̍̅ͅ~
Going unnoticed by the rest of the class, the plants were glowing a light yellow as they slowly melded and morphed into something... big.
The student Deuce was threatening swallowed down his panic as he sneered, "What, I didn't say anything wrong did I? That magicless prefect's just a cheAT-"
Deuce smashed his head against the table.
Ś̴͓̦̄O̵͕͐̏͠.̷̱͇͗́̓́̽ ̵̨͍̯̔̈͒͜D̸̪͗̈Í̸̺̤̀̑Ġ̶̼̠́̎͌͘.̸̡̛̪͔̗̬͒͗̈́ ̴̫̒̃͜Ḏ̵̦́O̴̡̜̲̼͉̎̈́̒W̸̭̣̞͒̇̾͝N̷̺̖̞͓̚.̸̨̠̮͎̃̄́̀͛ ̵̖̬̾̄͝Ḏ̴̹̞̗̰̈́̀̓̈̕E̷̡̽Ẽ̸̼P̶̳̀̚Ę̶̨̰̬̍̓̎̚͜R̴̨͇̮̮̉̀͝.̷͈͈͚́̈́̈́͝~
Everyone's attention was drawn away by the fight by two things: the sudden singing bouncing off the walls of the greenhouse, filled to the brim which a magic unlike Yuu's but more, and the big snarling sunflower which had suddenly appeared behind Yuu.
"AHHHHHHH-"
"KILL IT!! KILL IT WITH FIRE-"
Deuce threw his broke pot shards at the large plant, only staring as it harmlessly bounced off a light shield.
Unheard to many except Grimm, mischievious chiming sounds followed the students' failed attempts to tame the giant flower.
D̷̤͚̎̍i̸̮͉͂g̴͍̐ ̶̛̬d̶̘͛̎ơ̴̬̜͋w̸͚̙̓͝ņ̶̞̄͘ ̶͖̀ͅd̸̠́͛e̶͉͈̾̃ė̴̙p̵͙͚̈́̃ ̴̪͕͋a̸̜̐n̸̯̯̔d̸͓͙͆ ̶̝̒͜b̸͎͋̆r̵̜͉͑e̵͇͋å̴̟̈́k̷̩͉̈́͠ ̴̢́ț̸͑͝h̸͉͔͘ḛ̶̛ ̴̤̰͗͆s̴̭͗̂ť̵͍͍r̵̥̍ẹ̸̛̱͐e̷̥̐̕t̵͎͇͌~
̴̖́͠O̷̜͎̾ḣ̴̝̰̑,̷̞̝͗͗ ̴̧͆̚y̴͙͔͌͝ö̵̢́̋ȕ̸͔͕ ̷̱̠͑̀g̸̦̩͛o̴̯̮̔t̶͙̖͝͝ṫ̷̙́a̵̩̒͑ ̶̬͛̈́d̸̦̺͘͝i̸̥͒̎g̸̪̃ ̸͚͍̎̄d̷̬̦̋̒e̷͈͗͒e̴̛̙p̷͉̮͆ ̷͙͆d̸̪̖̄͊o̷̬̘̽w̷̡͎͐n̵̖̈́̒~
Grimm: no
Yuu: *hugging the large sunflower* But Grimm, she's friendly-
Grimm: no
Yuu wielded their ukuelele, unable to stop smiling as a kitten attempted to climb their shoulder, "Here's to you and your siblings."
Chubs meowed back, whiskers twitching before they let out a tiny sneeze which sent Yuu into a helpless fit of giggles.
I love you too much~
To live without you loving me back~
I love you too much~
Heaven's my witness and this is a fact~
Grimm let out a jealous hiss from his hiding spot, still struggling to escape Trey's death grip, "That's my henchman, mine, funahh!!"
Trey only placidly smiled back in return as Yuu continued to sing, the three kittens they had adopted swarming them with fuzzy nuzzles and meows.
There's love above love and it's ours~
'Cause I love you too much~
Disney Song! Yuu [Disney Songs Edition: A Reflected Self]
It's been almost a year since Yuu (obliviously?) won over NRC with the power of songs and charisma, but there is still much to learn about the god behind the title of the Ramshackle prefect.
MASTERLIST
Yuu stayed awake as Grimm fell asleep, staring at the pale ceiling of Ramshackle as the snores of their fellow first years trickled in from the other room. Ace and the rest had suddenly showed up on their doorstep after the fiasco with S.T.Y.X, bragging about their feats and demanding a first-years-only sleepover at Ramshackle.
Knowing Riddle was still passed out, Yuu gandered that the Heartslabyul troublemakers would be in a big deal of trouble come morning.
A hand rested atop Grimm's body as Yuu's soft voice filled the room.
Look at me~
I will never pass for a perfect bride~
Or a perfect daughter~
The shadows twisted inwards as the room warped into a smokey landscape, floating lanterns shining a dull white in the dusk-grey atmosphere as a tranquil pool of water rested beneath Yuu's feet. Grimm let out an annoyed mew as Yuu moved away.
Can it be~
I'm not meant to play this part~
Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself~
I would break my family's heart~
Noticing the tied papers on the lanterns' ends, Yuu made a move. Cutting through the smoke with a lifted hand, the prefect grabbed one of the lanterns to read the kanji written on the paper, フィクサー.
Yuu went to grab another lantern, this one reading 非魔法, never noticing the smoke resembling a person's shadow weaving pass their figure as the door quietly creaked open to reveal a purple eye.
Who is that girl I see~
Staring straight back at me?~
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?~
Somehow I cannot hide~
Who I am, though I've tried~
Azul only wanted to repay a debt to the Ramshackle prefect, having the Leech brothers shove the rest of the first years out of Ramshackle while he searched for the Yuu and their familiar.
Watching the prefect woefully sing their heart out, Azul might've come at a bad time.
A stray lantern floated into his path, Azul grabbed it's paper tail and grimaced at the written words, 悪党. He flicked it away with a grimace before turning his attention back to Yuu, watching them.
When will my reflection show who I am inside~
When will my reflection show who I am inside~
"Ah, Koebi-chan's moping~" Azul quickly swatted away Floyd's arm from on top of his head as the Leech brother peered into the room, his smile wider than normal, "I can fix it with a nice and tight hug-"
"We are not here to murder Yuu with one of your death squeezes," Azul snapped, "and where's Jade-"
SMASH.
Azul and Floyd snapped their necks towards the Ramshackle prefect who was standing in front of a broken mirror, Grimm having fell off the bed with a sharp yowl.
Azul screeched after one look at Yuu's injured hands, "DID YOU JUST PUNCH THE MIRROR??"
Yuu glanced back at the second year terrified, "THERE WAS SOMETHING- wait, Azul? Floyd??"
Jade strutted in with Ace and Deuce passed out beneath each of his arms, "What did I miss?"
Yuu: *undergoing an identity crisis* who am I?
Azul: an angel, my prince charming, my darling siren-
Mistaken Identity is (Also) a Crime [Double Trouble SAGAU]
-> 《Itto, Klee, Childe》
The conundrum of being twins, except you and your doppelgänger aren't actually twins but everyone treats you as such. This leads to some comedic misunderstandings- and an attempted murder but we don't talk about that .
《Warning: yandere content, blood and Childe lovers beware》
MASTERLIST
ITTO 《TAURUS IRACUNDUS》
The one and oni ranks first in constantly mistaking you and your doppelgänger's identities. It doesn't matter how many time people -ahem, Shinobu- corrected him and pointed out the slight differences between the two of you, if you didn't wear a name tag saying 'The Creator's Twin' the man will tackle and cuddle you until someone manages to pull him off -ahem, Shinobu pt 2-.
... actually, the man would tackle and cuddle you even if you weren't the Creator. You listened to him and genuinely enjoyed his presence, this oni's will find you and bask in your warm presence no matter what! -he backed off when Shinobu held her sandal threateningly though-.
You were walking towards your twin's mansion in Inazuma when your vision began to tilt sideways, a sudden heavy weight crashes into your side as you register Shinobu and the Arataki gang's horrified looks in front of you while you were tackled to the ground.
"CREATOR!!!"
Thank the heavens the mansion was in a secluded area, or else Itto would be immediately arrested by the Tenryou Commission for assaulting the Creator.
Wincing at the sudden tackle, you laid defeated on the ground as the one and oni excitedly blabbered on about his recent beetle fights. Itto's arms were wrapped around your waist in a tight yet gentle grip, your close proximity landed you front row seats to the oni's... impressive assets.
You would be lying if you said you weren't charmed by the oni's personality during his story quest. However, being stuck with a 6 ft man crushing down on your weight was not charming whatsoever.
"- and then, oh you're gonna like this, I pulled out the ultimate weapon, Hurricane Sakura, and won against Shouchi, HIM!! Now look at this sweet stash of dango I won-"
Shinobu, as observant as ever, quickly realised your identity and hurriedly bowed as she moved to pull Itto off you, "Itto, that is not the creator- get off and apologise quickly!"
Itto pouts, and you held back from swooning as the huge oni simply tightens his arms around you, "But Shinobuuu, if I let go they'll disappear again!"
He turned towards you, puppy eyes switched on as he gave you a roguish grin, "You enjoy my presence right? The Arataki gang and I are your aboslute favourites right, I mean obviously because you got me and Mushi and Shinobu and-"
... I am weak for this man. You let out a tired sigh, which Itto took as confirmation as he whooped and swung you around like a limp doll in his excitement.
"ITTO STOP SPINNING THEM, THEY'RE TURNING BLUE-"
KLEE 《TRIFOLIUM》
Klee, like the rest of the child acolytes, did not interact much with the Creator, her moreso due to her... hobbies. Most of her knowledge regarding the Creator comes from her mom's musings -"fufufu~ that lovely darling wouldn't mind joining me on a particular tree-ip would they?-; big brother Albedo's instructions -"Klee I know you mean no harm, but a bomb with the Creator's face on it is a no."-; and the Mondstadt citizens' prayers.
She knows about the body double situation, but she has no means of identifying who's who when she's not very familiar with the doppelgänger to begin with!
While you tend to stick to the wilderness more often than not due to the fear of interacting with your doppelgänger's acolytes and worshippers, the City of Freedom held a special place in your heart since the very beginning.
The vast landscape with it's windy highlands and blue skies, the merry themes these lands carry which you can strangely still hear as you travel across the nation- you'd certainly garnered strange looks when you started humming the Dawn Winery theme while being held hostage by the Ragvindr heir-.
But maybe it's due to old habits instead- killing Timmie's pigeons certainly became a part of your new routine as well as jumping off the statue of Barbatos.
There were days, however, where your routine could divert off its natural course with a simple, misplaced-
"BOMB!!"
You managed to grab Timmie and run just as a sphere resembling the Harpastum bounced onto the bridge out of nowhere, the bells attached to it jingling merrily despite its forebodding appearance.
BOOM!!
Timmie's wail of anguish was commonplace to you as the innocent Harpastum bomb took out the flock of pigeons, the tiny girl panickedly running towards the two of you wasn't.
"Oh no, Klee is sorry for hurting Timmie's friends!" Klee hurriedly apologised, "Jean will be mad when she finds out- oh? You're the Creator!"
Her attention snapped towards you, completely forgetting the boy who was running away to tell on you both to his mother.
"Klee didn't recognise you from afar, but now that she does Klee has a gift for you!"
Is it a bomb? You wanted to ask as you held your hand out with a curious look.
Klee dropped a tiny baron bunny into your hands, it looked adorable with its red hat and cloak.
"Mom and I made it together, it'll make everything go boom with pretty pink fireworks!" Klee chirped.
It is a bomb.
Now cautiously handling the very volatile item, you gave Klee a bright smile, "I'll hand this to the Creator once we meet. Now, let's go find Timmie and... apologise for his friends."
Klee curiously tilted her head, "But, you're the Creator?"
"No, I'm their body double." You patiently explained.
Klee's expression brightened, "Oh! The Creator's sibling, it's nice to meet you!"
... if anyone hurts Klee, I'll kill everyone in the room and then myself, you swore.
Months later, after your doppelgänger stumbled upon Klee decimating a ruin guard with her bomb, they swore the exact same thing before teaching the girl how to strengthened her explosions.
CHILDE 《MONOCEROS CAELI》
The battle-sexual harbinger was blessed to be the Creator's acolyte, something he's lorded over his co-workers whenever the opportunity comes up no matter the consequences. His pride as your acolyte even blinds him sometimes, as the abyss within him becomes a soothed beast in your presence.
He can and will do anything for you. A dead body or two won't matter, it's all for the Creator so you should be thankful.
Despite the uneasy paranoia seeded deep within you since you landed in Tevyat, things never escalated past the point of no return due to your sibling's interventions- you turn a blind eye to the switched meals; the missing staff; the paranoia swimming in your doppelgänger's eyes each visit. If the Traveler and Paimon noticed your uneasiness whenever you came, they said nothing.-
-As long as you were here, nothing else matters.-
You were fine with being threatened; you were fine with the cold stares as the acolytes degraded you into something lesser than human; you were fine with the rumours, those dripping with barbed venom, about being an imposter spared by the beloved Creator.
As long as you can live, you're fine.
But your doppelgänger can't protect you forever, and a day came when one of their more... unstable followers decided to 'test' you for the Creator's sake.
All because he mistaken you for your doppelgänger.
"What's the matter, scared?" Childe grinned tauntingly as he twirled his bloodied hydro blades.
The man prowled across the makeshift arena, towards your broken body as you wheezed in pain.
You felt the copper taste coating your tongue, the agony overwhelmed your body and dulled your panic with a numbing sensation as your killer slowly approached you.
"The Creator's a much better fighter than you, weakling." You let out a choked scream as he dug his shoe into your bleeding stomach. Everything was too painful why did this happen pleasejustgoaway-
"Why did they need to make you? You're worthless, a waste of space for their excellence." Childe murmured, dead eyes shinning with something that scared you tremendously- anger.
He raised his hydro blade, "They'll probably hate me for breaking you despite my promise. But you don't belong here."
You shut your eyes tight to prevent yourself from witnessing your own death. The blood loss was draining you of your energy, you might probably even die before Childe killed you. Maybe this is just a nightmare, and I'll wake up at home after this.
You found yourself slipping into unconciousness as a final thought entered your mind.
Maybe I should died earlier if this is the quickest way home.
✾~✾~✾
You woke up to your bed in the Creator's mansion, still numb with pain but alive. Your doppelgänger sat by your bed, their dark eyebags and tight frown was like looking into a mirror whenever your bad days got to you, "... you should take a vacation."
You felt the temperature drop at your doppelgänger's words before you croaked out, "Excuse me?"
"A vacation. Something, anything that'll keep you away from here." Your doppelgänger's dark eyes should be a copy of yours, but it was utterly unrecognisable, "I have been lax in my acolytes' discipline, if this can occur in my own home."
You nodded, wincing at the pain momentarily shocked your senses. Suddenly, your recalled your encounter with Childe as tiredness suddenly seeped into your very bones, "... he's right, I don't belong here."
The next thing you knew was the stinging sensation on your face and your doppelgänger's raised hand.
"Don't say that." They seethed, chest heaving as though they ran a marathon while arms entrapped you into a suffocating hug, "You- no, this shouldn't had happened. But never doubt your existence for one second."
"You are the Creator, not some stupid body double or whatever excuse you came up. You belong to Tevyat, and I was supposed to keep the balance." You felt your air cut short as your doppelgänger's arms caged you further, their face buried into your neck.
You never saw the insanity swimming in their expression as they utter their next words, "As your doppelgänger, I'll take care of everything so you don't have to worry and just rest."
You: ...
Doppelgänger: ...
You: stop enabling the children
Doppelgänger: *hands 5-star weapons and artifacts to Itto & Klee* no <3
