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Day 3779 - 6 November 2025

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Blood of the Dragon is a technique that allows the Azure Dragoon to draw upon the strength of the Eye. It allows a wyrm's instincts to supplant one's own thus a will of steel is paramount to controlling it.

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Day 8/30 of writing a random idea OR a request.

Machine Reader X YAN! Scaramouche

You're a machine who was created to be the replica of your creator child,you looked the same as she did before she died when she was in her 20s and you continue to spend time with you creator.

One day during a walk in the market you've spotted the fatui in the crowds,you didn't mind them but someone did mind you, Scaramouche the sixth of the eleven fatui.

You didn't realize how more and more things began to change around the place you lived until suddenly you heard a knock and there stood the man who wanted to talk to your father.

He spoke in a mocking attitude with one request for you father,to give you or face the consequences of not accepting to fulfill his wish,death.

Your father gave you away and Scaramouche as the person he is decided to keep his promise of not killing your father even after ordering his man to execute you.

Now in this layer you stay,with each escape more and more of your memories are corrupted and more parts of your body get replaced,it's not fair to do a deed and be left unpunished,you need to learn that you're a machine and machines are fragile like humans are.

But between this layers of torture and mental degradation he finally found someone he can love,someone he can finally relate to another machine who he will do anything to protect and one day to love him back.

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My HoYoFair 2025 song for Honkai: Star Rail’s Mulyon, “Memimemi♡Myunmyun,” will premiere on Friday, November 7th at 12:00(JST). It’s a super cute track packed with Mulyon’s charm—don’t miss it!

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harukirisaki

Love Cut So Deep -Part 1

-[Harbinger's way of loving and why it hurts]

Part 1-

Synopsis: •{You never know why this person loves you, but you do know one thing, for every love you get. The pain will double}°

Reader gender: GENDER NEUTRAL

Note: <[the reader dynamic with the yandere is "wife" however the reader's gender is not mentioned. This is less than a feminine reader and more like the yandere insisting on the reader being the submissive one. Making this gender neutral for male and female readers.]>

Ft; childe, Scaramouche, Capitano,

Warning: abusive characters, mention of murdering (reader/someone) suicide thoughts, emotionally abused, physically abused, threats, suggestive comments, blood, mention of abuse, mentioning of child soldiers, limbs breaking, hand twisting, threat of non-con, vulgar language,

PERMANENT BODY ALTERATIONS (some part of reader's body are chopped off)

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE

A WEAK HEART, A PHOBIA OF ANYTHING IN THE

WARNING, ANYONE UNDER 18 WILL TAKE THE

RESPONSIBILITY ON THEMSELVES SHOULD THEY READ

THIS.

The puppet who longs for a heart.

Your eyes are filled with tears, just when you thought you could get yourself a nice quiet moment, then he came, the door slides open, revealing your tormentor, his purple eyes meeting yours and whether you realized it or not, at that moment. He thinks you are so beautiful it makes his nonexistent heart ache in response.

Perhaps it's the isolation that has gotten to you, but strangely enough, you don't feel like screaming at him, at least not yet. You stayed long enough with him to know when to yell at him at the perfect time so that his mood doesn't drop too much. After all, sometimes you get to yell and even hurt him and only get a gentle flick to your forehead. But other times... When you fail to judge your situation and get him pissed off real bad...

You still remember the way you screamed for mercy and when all he did was just insulting you, the pain of having your limbs broken by his cold, plastic hands forever filled your mind eternally.

Perhaps this is the price for stealing his heart? You don't know what day and date it is, it's been a long time since you got out of this inazuman mansion. Surprisingly, he was willing to tell you about his past, albeit, you are sure he actually left out some parts. Of course, at some point he will tell you everything but so far you only know about his origins from inazuma.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, "Why are you sitting still, mmh?" His tone makes your body tremble. But you decided today you don't want your wrist to be twisted. "My apologies... My lord," That's right, Scaramouche insists on this wife and husband dynamic. You are the wife, and he is the husband. In Inazuma, a wife is often expected to obey her husband. You would like to tell Scaramouche that such dynamic between you both is toxic but then again this is the same man that kidnapped you and forced you to live with him.

You walked to him and gently wrapped your arms around his neck. Slowly, you closed your eyes and gave him a kiss. You then break the kiss off and look at him, "Welcome back, my lord," you said to him. The harbinger merely looked at you and frowned, "That kiss," he said, "it doesn't feel right. Do it again, make it feel real" real? How can you make it real when you don't even love him? But then again do you have a choice? No.

You kiss him once again, this time tilting your head to the side a bit and letting your lips meet his and slowly you get your chest closer to him. You gently break the kiss off and look at him, "Welcome back, my lord," you say gently this time. "Much better," he mutters. Scaramouche walked into the room and sat on the floor, he looked at you for a second before he asked. "What were you thinking? You took quite some time responding to my words." His tone is sharp, "My apologies, my lord... I was merely thinking of nothing." You lied. And he knows it, this doll may not understand human emotion but that doesn't mean he can't understand human habits. "Really? Lying to my face? Mmh?"

"Speak up. Tell me what you think earlier" he grips his hand, it's obvious he is not going to ask twice. "I was thinking of you, how I am scared of you," you said to him. As fast as you can, you cannot bear the thought of looking him in the eye. Suddenly, a cold finger touches your side face, then the finger goes to your chin and lifts your head up, making you look at him. "Unless you want me to strip you and simply take you right here? I remember you crying the last time I even suggested that" your eyes widen and immediately you tremble. He looks at you, "My lord... Please... Please don't" you softly mutter. Anything but that, this doll has already taken your freedom, your time and perhaps even your chance at being truly happy. If he were to take you... The mere thoughts alone are enough to break you

"You're scared of me?" You nodded, "Yes, my lord," you answered. "You cried?" You nodded, "Yes, my lord," you answered him once again, "you hate me?" You almost nodded. Luckily, you didn't. But does that save you from his wrath? No. "You hate me?" He asked once again, and you shook your head. "Liar," he said. His other hand grabbed your wrist. You begin to tremble, "You're scared of me?" He asked. You nodded, "You cried?" He asked. You nodded, "You hate me?" You shook your head. His grip on your wrist tightened. Tears fall from your eyes, Scaramouche refused to hear what he dislikes. Hearing you hate him is something he doesn't want, but having you lie is something he also hates.

You weakly begged him to release you, "You hate me?" He asked. Quietly, this time. You had a feeling that this time, there's no right answer because every choice you made right there will just end up with the same result. This time, you made different choices, you nodded your head. Your soft voice filled the room, "Yes my lord"

You can barely hear your wrist bone breaking. Not when your SCREAM fill your ears instead.

The warrior who offered his heart on a silver platter

You run as fast as you can. At this point, all you can do is pray that those soldiers won't get you too fast, your legs begin to tremble from the cold, and you run outside with minimal clothing. Barefoot, short-sleeved shirt... It's snowing. Just half pants that hide your knee but below that is exposed... Of course, you can't run, but what you can do is to appreciate the fresh air and the cold of the night. Your last view outside was the lake. How you wish you could drown in it. You woke up in bed,

Is this hell? You thought to yourself that, after Childe was assigned to Fontaine, you were able to get a whole week by yourself. Of course, that will never happen, his subordinates are guarding you. Every day, you had to deal with one of the fatui to guard your door. During your meal, one of the guards would be assigned to watch over you to make sure you don't try to stab yourself with a fork again. What a shame, you thought to yourself once again, if only Childe weren't so fast... You could have probably rested in the afterlife. But then again, are you a good person in your life? For all you know... You might get sent to hell.

You finished your meal, it was tasty but you were too emotionally exhausted to care about that for now. You go upstairs and sit on the sofas. There is no one in the room, but you know those guards are always watching. You close your eyes and then you fall asleep, sleeping is one way of escaping reality. The reality where you are helpless. Maybe if you're lucky, this time you dream of a nice place, maybe a park. Where you could see the birds flying freely in the sky, the gentle breeze of the wind and maybe just maybe you could pretend that you're not trapped in the big mansion.

Unfortunately, every nice thing must come to an end. You woke up to the sound of the man who has been tormenting you for the last part of what? Years? Maybe... "My darling!" That cheerful voice instantly woke you up. He was covered in bandages, some of the bandages were bloody, showcasing his injuries, one of his eyes was covered with a patch. You wish you could gouge the other one just to make sure his dead blue eyes didn't look at you. Before you could say anything, he hugged you. After a minute or two, you pay his back

"Oh, I miss you so much," he snuggles against you and for a second, you thought about letting him be lovey-dovey with you. Is it from the isolation? Maybe. But suddenly everything turns cold when he whispers into your ear... "Did you try to escape again?" You swore a 10-year lifespan was cut in that time because of how calm his voice is which means Childe is pissed. You looked away, you couldn't bear the thought of looking into his dead eyes, usually he was smiling and teasing and yet those deep abyss eyes are enough to make you scared. You can't imagine what you would feel if you were to look into his eyes now.

"Hey, you tried to leave me again, didn't you? Those soldiers told me that you ran outside," you almost cursed those soldiers before realizing they also have no choice. It's either that they captured you or the risk of getting killed. That makes you feel at ease, hoping that at least some of them pitied you. But now you have to deal with this man. "I... " You couldn't mutter out more words. All you can do is just look down, Childe forced you to look up. To look at his eyes. "I give you everything you know? I give you money, a place to stay, everything a person could ever have wanted." Hearing that makes you want to reply with, 'but you didn't give me my freedom,' but you know it'll speed up the punishment.

"Why are you not talking? Do they cut off your tongue?" The way he casually said that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your wrist, he was bandaged, and you were sure he was beaten pretty badly, and yet even in that state of injury. He was able to dominate you so easily. It hurts you, a lot.

"Maybe I should punish you right now, the little bunny wants to escape so badly." he hugged you, so badly that the bunny ended up getting lost. He buried his face into the crook of your neck. "And then the bunny found Mr. Fox, he began to sniff your neck, "I..." You tried to push him away. At least you want to save your dignity! "Aww, what a cute bunny you are," he smiles. He always does, suddenly everything stops and then he pulls you closer

"Tell me, which one do you prefer?" He asked, "Which one do I prefer...?" This is new, he doesn't always ask your opinion whenever he punishes you. But you would rather he doesn't because the answer itself makes you almost faint on the spot ."Yeah, which one do you prefer being chopped off? Your legs or your hands?" You can't even say anything because you know it's game over.

The next day, you don't even have time to process what happened. All you know is that, now... You really can NEVER escape him.

The knight in shining black armor who gives you his heart

"Are you alright, dear?" His voice although calm, hid a sense of rage. He watches you from upstairs. You tremble at the sight of him looking at you, although you can't see his face... His gaze pierces through your soul leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed. "Dear," you flinch, you gripped both of your hands, and before you knew it, he was in front of you. You let out a gasp before his hand gently pulls you closer. "My dear, answer me." That was not a request, but an order. "I'm fine, i'm just a bit tired these days..." You mutter weakly. How pathetic, just before you were so willing to fight against the harbinger. To yell, to insult and blatantly destroy any of the presents he gives to you

But after he decided that he had given you enough time does he truly show how he could break your mind and simply cause you to be permanently traumatized

You still remember the scars and the blood that filled your sight, during that time you learned that fighting him is useless. He easily pulled you closer and hugged you. How gentle his touches were and yet how rough his love was. He gives you everything and expects so little in return... But the little thing he asked you is what cost you everything. Your freedom was a payment for taking his heart. You wished you could give it back to him, to make him love you less just a little.

"Why don't we spend more time in the garden, dear? The flowers are blooming today," he said. You don't even need to walk because all he has been doing for some time is to carry you wherever you wish to go. It was a sweet gesture of his to carry you after he punished you. But it is also a gesture of dominance, a silent act of reminding you that he was the stronger one in this relationship. He was gentle with you, but he also took his title 'The Captain' seriously.

As gentle as he was with you, he can also be as stern. As he walked down the cold wall with you in his arms. You close your eyes and begin to imagine that you're in bed, and that you weren't kidnapped and forced to marry your kidnapper against your will. The fantasy soon came to an end when Capitano stopped walking and slowly put you down on a bench. You looked down at the grass. Unlike the outside, the inside garden was warmer, the grass was greener, the flowers were blooming, and the atmosphere was drastically different compared to the outside.

Capitano then kneels down in front of you, and he takes out his coat and wraps it around you. You hate to admit it, but the coat covered your entire back, and if Capitano were to button it up, you don't think you would be visible to anyone! "Why are you doing this to me?" You softly asked. Your voice comes out a bit too weak for your liking. As he buttoned up the coat, you noticed his hands were gentle on your body. "Because I love you, my dear," he said, "you love me so much you kidnapped me and forced me to stay with you against my wish?" The captain simply nodded. "The world outside is dangerous, believe in me who wishes nothing but to keep you safe, my dear." You gripped your hands, "I was fine until you came along and made the judgment without confining me first!" Your voice goes higher. "Do you remember those fatui that caught you from escaping?" He asked. You gulped and nodded, "Some of them barely reach 16 years old, and yet they easily overpower you. So do tell me dear, how can I trust you to be safe if you can't even protect yourself in the first place?"

"That's not a good comparison... They have training and have served under the Fatui for what? Months or years possibly! Comparing me to them is unfair and simply nonsense" you defend yourself. You frown, and your heart beats faster right now. "But my point still stands dear," he said, sitting beside you. Your thighs meet his. Somehow it sparks something in you that you refused to acknowledge. "In teyvat, there are monsters, humans and abyss creatures who won't care about the unbalanced fight. Those things are stronger than your average Fatui members. Regardless of the unfairness in my comparison. My point still stands, you are incapable of defending yourself." Hearing his words caused you to look away. He was right, and you hate him for it.

"No, my dear," he replied softly, his tone shifting to something more tender as he gathered you gently in his arms. The warmth of his embrace wrapped around you like a comforting blanket as he began to walk, the soft rustle of leaves underfoot contrasting with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each step felt both like a journey and a whirlwind, pulling you away from everything you thought you understood. "I simply took you before you get caught by it" he softly said. He treats you so gently, as if his mere touches could break you and shatter you into tiny pieces. It makes you feel so mad, as if he were the parent and you're the immature adult who can't think for yourself.

But what choice do you have? You can't confront him. Regardless of your feelings, you're trapped here, and if you attempt to escape again... "You won't get away this time, dear," he interrupts your thoughts, his voice steady and firm. "You have no grasp of this world." You looked at him, "You have no idea the monster that lurks in the dark, the evil who watches you waiting for the time when you let your guard down." You almost accused him of being one himself.

As he carried you to the room, you noticed the mansion felt even colder. Instinctively, you move a bit closer seeking warmth. He noticed that he opened the door and put you onto the bed. Unlike what most people said, you did not feel even the slightest excitement. How could you? This is the man who took you, forced you to be his spouse and insisted that you are incapable of defending yourself. The captain was gentle. But his gentleness feels like a joke. He sat on the bed. All he did was just watch you it was eerily too calm, too... Quiet. You can't see his face- but you know his eyes are looking at you- he was analyzing you, it felt inhumane.

You quickly come to understand that what will push you to the very edge of madness is not his gentleness that envelops you in a false sense of security, nor the tempestuous rage that simmers just beneath the surface—no, it is the intensity of his gaze. Those eyes, sharp and penetrating, each glance holds an unsettling power, lingering in the air like a charged storm, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable, teetering on the brink of chaos.

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"Using immortality to fight death… Using my rules against me…" "Make your choice. Reject your rules, or allow me to trigger the paradox."

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Venti.

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Astute observers of dragonspeak have noticed similarities between Eorzean and Dragonspeak.

For example:

r[h]ei= pray

ta[h]i= tie

ee[h]s=eat

wor[h]=war

Thus, some surmise Eorzean languages have roots in dragonspeak.

My buddy, Emet-Selch

The Naigama of the Crimson Lotus is a shorted-bladed scythe that hails from Sui-no-Sato. It was used in a ceremonial sacrifice for the kami (gods) where they would offer the year's most resplendent catch for the sea. This custom is similar to harvest rituals on land.

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