I am 21 years old, I'm a college student and I like genshin a lot . If yall want to talk to me just call me Anny.
I do write for genshin and Hsr(despite not playing it so if I get lore wrong dw bout that) and I might write for other Fandom in the future , requests and brain rots are always welcomed so please don't be shy âĽď¸
I don't write dark content but I do interact , more on that under cut
Things I can / will write
Fluff , angst , dark themes , such as torture, child abuse .
What I will not write
Pedophilia, loli, vore,shit kink .
The list is pretty vague at the moment but you get the idea , of course have common sense .
Dni
If your transphobic,homophobic, just here to be rude . , they will be marked as such . If these rules are violated I will block
something something older man who hasnât had sex in forever, fumbling like heâs inexperienced the first time he touches you because itâs been so long since heâs had a body beneath him.
but once he begins to finally sink into you, letâs just say itâs like everything he needs to do suddenly comes rushing backâŚâŚ.
not on purpose! your being is simply very tantalizing to her.
sheâd long since resigned herself to being disappointed with her husband, accepting marriage isn't supposed to be an easy endeavor. knows it's a moot point to invest hope in the habits of man.
thereâs nothing wrong with him per say, but in retrospect danaâs desire for him was like a soft pinch compared to the sucker punch of passion she felt towards you.
everything you do gets her hot under the collar. tempted to take you home for a nice meal, drink, and...
she distracts herself with work or hardcore cleaning before she lets her mind get past that point.
it's just that... you're very nice and deserve a little pampering of your own, she muses. she wonât be unfaithful, but you keep coming out of left field to inadvertently charm her.
be it the fruit cups you bring her during work hours just because whoâs taking care of her, so you thought it'd be nice.
the flowers you brought her on national nurse appreciation day, her birthday, mothers day, another day just cause "the bouquet was begging to go home with you" in reference to a cluster of rich yellows, full blooms, and lush layered textures.
you pull her out of oncoming traffic once, crossing paths in the ambulance bay when she's too caught up in her mind as a car comes careening in towards the door. a desperate driver with their wife giving birth in the back seat.
everyone is okay and dana barely has a moment to process it but it replays in her mind over and over in the night as she lays next to her sleeping husband :
1) the imprint of your body pressed atop hers.
2) the dank pavement overwhelmed by a cloud of your scent released upon impact.
3) your hand cradling the back of her head where it could have snapped against the pavement.
4) one unbelievably hot breath on her face, before guilt overtakes your expression and you shake off the shock from a series of shocking events.
from then on she orchestrates reasons to be closer to you.
(dana neednât know youâve been thinking of her carnally for some time and you feel oh so bad for having a bodily reaction to forced proximity in a dangerous situation)
she knows your breakfast beverage order of choice by heart because she keeps getting close enough to smell it on your breath.
she can't help but take note of the shape, color, and quirks of your lips. she needn't write it down cause can recite every detail off the top of her head.
if you ever get a hole in what you're wearing she'll tug at the item, best of luck if that hole leads to skin, cause you that hole is getting fingered. maybe she'll persuade you to take off your shirt so she can patch it with the pitt's softest threat and a needle. says it won't take long and makes you wait there half undressed, admiring her hands while she works.
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i'll probably elaborate on this another time but this has been sitting in my drafts too long. be free gay dana
Hey kids, you need to start worrying a little less about getting â#moggedâ and a little more about getting â#smoggedâ. This is an Air Quality Index public service announcement.
Literally how Aerion was sleeping for few weeks after Maegor was born because the boy was âbreathing weirdlyâ, Aerion just had a first time parent paranoia.
Baby Maegor is looking at Lady Arryn for help btw.
Synopsis: The existence of merfolk is a secret, and you're one of the people keeping it. You have grown up alongside several of the guppies in the local school, and now one of them rushes to your aid when you need it most
Tags/Warnings: Ijichi x GN!Reader, merfolk!Ijichi, human!reader, childhood friends to lovers, near-death experience, getting together, confession,
Word Count: 2,843
The fact that there was merfolk living off the coast near your home, in a little bay owned by your family, was a well kept secret amongst locals. Many things crept in shadows and went bump in the night, but for the sake of those very creatures, their existence was a secret from those who might take advantage of them. Sacred to the people who protect them.
You grew up in your small coastal down, your parents telling you stories of the beautiful creatures in local waters, how they lived lives parallel to your own. You were seven when you met him - he was about the same age. Youâd been wandering along golden sands just as the sun set on the horizon, looking for seashells you could collect to make a necklace. You hadnât heard him coming, as absorbed as you were in your little self-given task. The crashing of the waves was a familiar friend, yet you didnât notice as her dulcet tones were disturbed by a new presence. He didnât speak, you werenât sure he had figured out how out of the water at that age. But his hand reached for your bucket, gently tugging - not to take, but to catch your attention. Youâd startled and leapt back, but catching sight of his grey tail, you knew exactly what he was. Not who, not yet, but you knew he was special. One of the people of the coast.
He lifted a shell up into your line of sight - large, unbroken, perfect for arts and crafts. You held out your bucket, and he set it gently inside to ensure that it wouldnât break on the way down to meet the others. Youâd lowered yourself down to your knees to meet his eyes with a smile, and waved. He waved back.
It was the start of something special.
His parents had tried to warn him off from socialising with humans, yours had tried to explain to you that the merfolk should be left alone, lest the wrong person discover their existence. It stopped neither of you.
When your grandmother moved in, needing more support than she previously had, you swapped rooms with her, which gave you a room that faced out towards the ocean. It was perfect for your meet ups, the ones that everyone pretended they didnât know were happening. Youâd see him from your window, the same time each time, just as the sun kissed the horizon - actual numbers irrelevant. Youâd climb from your window and rush down the rocky ledge that led to the sands, unseen by tourists who would use the stairs, and heâd swim along until you were tucked away inside a small natural cave, where the two of you could be yourselves together until the sun had disappeared entirely, and your stomachs rumbled, declaring it time to return home.
He learned to speak when you were nine, keeping himself just immersed enough in the water to channel water in through his gills, and make use of it to make his voice audible above the water. When you were twelve, you harassed a local teenager into giving you lessons on diving, not quite scuba diving just yet but diving all the same, so you could dip below the ocean waves to be in his home with him too. You spent much of your young lives side by side, even coming from such different worlds.
His name was Ijichi. He was the same age as you. He was a pilot fish merfolk, which explained the colouring of his tail, with alternating grey and black stripes. He showed you how his gills worked, let you touch his fins just to see what they were like, and in return you showed him human TV shows and let him trace a finger over your unwebbed hands and feet. You learned together, about yourselves and each other.
You sat on the beach, ten now (or nearly, anyway), tucked away into a smaller cove away from prying eyes. In your hands were a bucket and spade, with other tools scattered around you. Itâd been a long day, for a ten year old, and youâd just wanted to relax. The beach was your safe place. You didnât startle when Ijichi appeared anymore, he entered your space as easy as breathing, and you welcomed him there. His tail flicked in the shallow waters, his elbows pressed into the grains of sand, supporting his chin as he watched you build a sand castle.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked eventually.
âIâm building a sand castle.â Youâd explained, with all the seriousness a ten year old could muster. It was serious business, after all.
âWhy?â Ijichi had followed with a slight tilt of his head, the sign for true curiosity rather than teasing. He didnât often tease, it wasnât really in his nature.
âBecause..â you trailed off, pausing slightly, âitâs fun, I guess.â Ijichi nodded, and silence lapsed again for a while. The sort of silence that was charged with energy, telling you that it wouldnât last for long.
âCan I help?â And he did.
He would take your bucket out to gather water, letting you wet the sand just a little more to make your structures more stable. He used slightly sharp nails on webbed hands to more cleanly carve shapes in the sandâs surface, and he brought shells from beneath the waves to decorate it with. It was nothing short of a masterpiece, until the waves washed it away like it did everything else.
âWhatâs the point if it washes away?â He asked, looking at the spot where your project had previously stood proud.
âWe get to do it again.â And when you were so young, it felt profound.
Your mother had teased once, asking if you thought he was handsome, and youâd denied the very thought. He was your very best friend, you couldnât imagine ever seeing him like that. He wasnât anything, he was just.. Ijichi. Though, if there was a way for you to dive down beyond the waves beside him and never come back, you thought you might make that choice, with very little hesitation. To get true time with him outside stolen hours before sunset.
As you got older, you spent more time in the sea. You learned to surf, took real scuba diving lessons, and learned more about the coast itself. You attended university online, taking a course on marine biology. You became increasingly passionate about marine life as a whole, and how it could be preserved.
You spent evenings swimming along seabeds in your gear, Ijichi at your side, helping to clean up plastic and rogue human debris away from the local wildlife, packed securely into bags you could take with you to properly dispose of. It was small, but the local population of merfolk were grateful. Everyone knew who you were by now, and youâd started seeing more and more of the other merfolk over time. You met Ijichiâs friends, and his family. You swam with them sometimes too, your scuba gear actually allowing you to communicate with them, to a certain extent anyway.
They became your friends just as much as his. But nothing could overshadow the special bond you had between yourselves. You were best friends, and always would be. Youâd said once that he was your other half, and you believed it whole heartedly. There was nobody else out there that could ever dream of understanding you the way he did.
You had boyfriends. They came and they went. None of them ever met him, of course, but he knew plenty about them. Youâd don your gear and swim down to meet with him, lay on the shallow ocean beds and gossip like teenagers in a movie, side by side, looking up at the glittering ocean surface the way humans looked at the stars. Heâd never liked a single one of them, and you truly couldnât blame him, you had horrible taste in men.
Satoru had once teased and said that you should give up, and just date Ijichi. The two of you had laughed at the very thought, and gotten into a playful game of chase with him, swimming far beyond where you shouldâve. You always did. Your mother had once said it would get you killed one day, but you knew it wouldnât. Ijichi would never let that happen to you.
You were an adult now, and still you visited the coast at least once a week, taking a break from the struggles of corporate life to relax with your best friend. Youâd hop onto your surfboard and let yourself drift until he found you, unseen hands pulling you further and further from the sands until it was safe for him to rest his chin on the tip of the board to speak with you, or on harder days youâd pull on your trusty scuba gear and dive beneath the waves to lose yourself in the culture beneath, fully indulging in time with your best friend.
The weather never stopped you, even when it shouldâve. Your years of experience and close relationship with so many merfolk made you confident. Some would say too confident. Too comfortable with the oceanâs kindness, when she could be just as easily cruel.
The day was overcast, the forecast set for rain, but nothing to write home about. A few clouds could never keep you off your surfboard.
You climbed aboard and kicked away from the shore, idly letting yourself drift with feet hanging in the warm waters. Ijichi always showed up eventually. For now, you just let yourself relax. Eyes closed, face turned up to the sky even if the sun wasnât there to warm it. Occasionally, if he was busy with something, one of his friends would come by to find you and keep you company in the meantime, usually Yu if anyone. He was sweet, a gentle guy. He reminded you of a puppy at the best of times.
So, when twenty minutes had passed, and still there was nothing, you began to worry. Itâd never taken this long for someone to come find you. You pushed off with more purpose, laying on your stomach on your board and using your arms to continue further from the shore. Deeper into the oceanâs waves. She began to fight harder against your travels, but nothing as silly as currents and waves had ever stopped you before.
You leaned over the edge of your board and pushed your head beneath the water, opening your eyes to look around. Sure enough - nothing. Where were they? For the first time in almost twenty years, were you not going to find company beneath the waves?
âJust one miscalculation at sea can cost you your life.â Noah had told you.
âIâm not stupid,â youâd replied, aged sixteen and trying to convince him to give you proper scuba lessons, âI know not to swim too far, and to respect the sea. Itâs dangerous out there.â
You kicked your leg out to give you the momentum to lift your head. It hit your board instead. The force of your kick, combined to disorientation from pain, and you already being off-centre with your head beneath the surface, and the waves around you? It was the perfect storm.
Your board tipped.
You scrambled to right yourself, but once you were under the waves, it was difficult to get back out again, especially as far out as you were. Your board wouldnât flip, and it was drifting away. The currents suddenly felt stronger than they had before. You kicked, forcing yourself not to panic, desperately pushing towards the surface, but it only seemed to get further away.
Where was Ijichi?
âThe ocean scares me sometimes.â Youâd told him, laying on the damp stones of the cave you called your secret hideout.
âWhy?â Ijichi had asked, eyes wide with confusion,
âIt kills humans all the time. We canât swim as good as you.â
âI wonât ever let you get hurt!â He declared it like a promise, and when he took your hand in his, squeezing it, it felt more like a vow.
Your lungs burned. Your legs were struggling more and more against the rush of the waters around you. Your arms ached.
âYouâre going to get yourself killed one day,â your mother had scolded, but you knew it came from a place of concern, âyouâre too reckless.â
âIâll be fine. I have Ijichi!â Youâd insisted in return.
âAnd what about the day when he doesnât show up?â
You hadnât thought that day would ever come.
You wanted to close your eyes, but you knew if you did, then all hope really would be lost. You could hardly tell which way was the surface anymore, focusing mostly on not opening your mouth in an attempt to get air. Things seemed oddly dark.
Your eyes drifted closed, and your lips parted just slightly. The first rush of water shocked you enough for your eyes to fly open again, but the adrenaline didnât change that you had no air. You couldnât swim anymore. Your eyes burned - from the salt or tears you couldnât be sure.
That time, you squeezed your eyes closed against a wave of deep, resonant grief.
The ocean is a dangerous place for people who canât breathe from beneath its surface. Somewhere along the way, you seemed to have forgotten that. In your next life, you swore to yourself that you wouldnât forget that important lesson.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three.
Nobody was coming to save you.
Your lips parted again, accepting your fate. They said it was one of the worst ways to die, drowning. You could say now that you understood why.
You blinked, a final glance around before it all faded to black.
You blinked once more.
Someone was there - or were you seeing things? Was your brain just desperately supplying images that could bring you comfort? You couldâve sworn youâd heard something too, but it seemed far away, you couldnât make it out.
At least you wouldnât die alone, even if it was just a vision.
Hands gripped your waist roughly, and lips smashed against yours. It wasnât a kiss though, rather fingers wrapped around your jaw and tugged your lips apart, and sucked. What the fuck? Water was pulled from your mouth, and then air was breathed in. Air. You could breathe.
Your lungs filled with oxygen, and still unsure who your saviour was, you wrapped your arms around them to keep them close. To stay alive.
You opened your eyes again. Ijichi. He had come to save you, and he was slowly swimming the two of you towards the surface. He was filtering air from the water around you, and breathing it into your lungs.
You broke the surface with a loud gasp, coughing as more water poured from your mouth. Satoru was there then, forcing you up onto your surfboard, your other friends swarming in to make sure you were okay. Alive. But your eyes were fixed on Ijichi.
âI wonât ever let you get hurt!â
It echoed in your mind like a mantra, and nothing else being said reached your ears.
âAre you okay? Youâre staring.â Ijichi said, and it took you actually seeing his lips move to realise he was speaking to you.
âYou saved me.â You managed to rasp, even with your throat raw from the struggle.
âI was nearly too late.â He replied. His fingers found the edge of your surfboard, then yours, taking your hand softly. Like he was scared you might break.
âBut you werenât.â
The hung heavy in the air. The others watched on in silence.
âI wasnât.â He finally said with a small nod. You still hadnât looked away. You couldnât.
Years of friendship passed through your mind in an instant. Falling asleep on the beach beside him, playing games as children, becoming a part of his friend group, and then his family too. Boyfriends who werenât even half the man that he was, and he was literally only half man. Humans who had never measured up. Those times as teenagers where youâd touched each other clumsily, learning each other and yourselves beyond just the hairs on your arms, and the scales on his tail. Being each otherâs first kisses. Your first everythings. Claiming there would never be anything but friendship between you.
But it had always been him, hadnât it? From the moment youâd met.
You reached to cup his face, and pulled him into a kiss. Around you, your friends laughed, clapped and cheered.
âShouldâve known itâd take almost dying to make you see what the rest of us did.â Suguru remarked with a small smirk, but you didnât care. You supposed your friends were allowed to tease, given how stupid youâd always been.
âWhat about you?â You asked Ijichi softly, your noses still gently brushing together from how close you were.
âIâve been waiting.â
When you kissed again, it felt like finally coming home after a lifetime at sea.
Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"
the problem with tumblr spells is all of you lil sluts are casting and not giving it time to charge so you're all casting cantrips and not 9th level death spells. everyone wants to be the one to take them down no one wants to be the one who assists
I actually drew something like this two years ago in 17th century attire posed for a portrait and I gave him the shoulder length wavy hair approiate for the time because the idea of him with long hair was yummy to me
However he was behaving in the last episode. I wanted to post this saying that he didn't fall to his knees, confessed his feelings and kissed Earis, but he didđ. He literally destroyed the joke that I've wanted to make for months.
