I don't know if you seen that tiktok where Tamaki has an octupus tongue? But maybe a monsterfcker or tongue kink where Tamaki is part merman/octodaddy and/ or has an insanely long tongue?
I think this was submitted for Kinktober but I just got ideas I needed to write. Also, please forgive me for bad marine biology.
Subject: BNHA, Tamaki Amajiki
Title: What did you have for breakfast? (NSFW, fem reader)
“I-I know I shouldn’t...” Tamaki’s face was beat red, his breaths coming in shallow pants as he gazed your glistening pussy. He glanced up at you, watching you for... something.
You were tied and bound to his bed, legs held open by intricately tied rope. A gag prevented you from objecting.
Tamaki continued. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and slowly changed, going from short and pink to long and forked. "I had a special breakfast," he panted, hot breath fanning over your pussy, "just for you." His tongue wriggled, showing off the full flex of muscle before sinking inside you.
Unlike a dick, it couldn't stretch you out, but it could reach farther than a dick could ever dream. It wriggled like a wave, touching your walls in short and fast movements and yet somehow coating everything with its touch. The sensation was new and as potent as lightning, your limbs tensing and trying to pull away from Tamaki's voracious mouth.
You don't know how long he kept flicking at your walls with his lizard-like tongue, all you knew was that you'd cum at least once, a surprising and startling sensation that left you gasping through your gag. Your insides were sopping wet, ready for just about anything, although who knew what Tamaki had in store.
Tamaki pulled back and you watched as his long tongue lazily slide back into his mouth. His slim fingers made for your cunt, lovingly tracing your slick folds and gathering your arousal until he was shivering. That seemed to be the last straw for him because Tamaki clawed at his pants, desperately ripping his stiff length from its confines.
Your core shriveled when you saw it. You'd seen dicks before and that wasn't a dick. Instead, a long and thick tentacle rolled out of Tamaki's pants, unmistakably erect with what appeared to be a tapered end. "Fatgum insisted I have octopus today," Tamaki muttered, "which inspired me to have my special breakfast. I had something else special, too." Tamaki lined himself up with your entrance, the thick but slightly squishy member sliding in easily. Every ridge of his suction cups scraped your insides, the pain making tears well up in your eyes but Tamaki pushed on until he couldn't fit in anymore. He shivered inside you, dark eyes clouded over with lust. "Can you guess the third thing I ate?"
He stared at you for a long while as if you weren’t gagged. When you didn’t respond, Tamaki began to rock his hips, pulling his slender tentacle-cock back before slowing finding his way to your cervix again. “Its really special,” he panted, “I’m honestly not even sure if its legal to eat but the guy was just selling them and Fatgum said I should expand my palette for my quirk.”
He kept up his pace, his fingers curling with every soft squelch of your socked cunt. The suction cups were hard, barely molding to the smooth shape of your insides, and yet the uneven texture made your toes curl and tiny whimpers to escape your gag. Your mind was lost in a foggy mist of pleasure, body floating on a sea of slow churning waves. You don’t know how long Tamaki kept his slow pace, just fucking you softly until his slender fingers were digging into your hips and he was slamming himself inside.
It became harder not to make noise when he was desperately pounding into you with the ferocious need to cum. “The last thing,” he panted between gridlocked teeth, “was-” He couldn’t finish his thought when his tentacle-dick suddenly gushed cum inside you, hot and sticky, lining your cunt until the tapered end suddenly hooked onto your cervix. You froze and stared at Tamaki. Your heart was beating so fast you could barely hear him when he said. “I ate seahorse.”
Something round and hard pushed against your cervix, pressing, pressing, pressing until it broke through the tight ring. It plopped into your womb, heavy and yet so small it didn’t even leave a bump in your belly. And then another one joined it. Eggs, you realized with tears welling up in your eyes, he was laying eggs inside you.
Tamaki shivered, wrapping himself around you as he kept pumping out egg after egg, grinding and cooing as if he was stuck in a never-ending orgasm. The eggs crowded your insides, pressing flush together like imploding star, and then you felt your stomach stretch. It couldn’t contain all of the eggs and hold its shape, swelling and growing breath-takingly heavier with each pump until you were so full you thought you’d explode.
Tamaki pulled back and stared at your plumped belly. He ran his skinny fingers over the taught skin and then glanced at you, dark eyes sparkling. “They need to be fertilized.”
~ it’s difficult to make illumi come. his body has been trained to withstand so many different sensations, so he just doesn’t feel any type of stimulation as strongly as normal people would. however, it isn’t impossible…
~ when illumi is close to orgasm, you’ll probably notice him stiffen up a lot, and his breathing will grow irregular
~ he’ll also close his eyes a lot and drop his head. illumi also isn’t noisy at all, but you might hear a strangled sound or two come from his throat
~ his thighs will convulse, but just barely. a very light blush will cover the skin of his inner thighs and neck
~ when he comes, it’s not very messy, but he’ll lose control of his breathing a little and possibly let out a shaky moan or two. his entire body tenses and then relaxes, a gentle stream of milky liquid moving down the flushed tip of his dick.
~ when he’s overstimulated, illumi will be somewhat vocal, and his body will start responding more than he can stifle it. if he’s super sensitive, his muffled groans will turn into small whimpers and his face will be completely pink. he’ll tremble a lot more and writhe some.
hisoka morow
~ hisoka is pretty prone to orgasms. he doesn’t finish that quickly, but it isn’t difficult to make him come. just watching you while he makes a mess of you is enough to send shocks straight to his dick
~ hisoka is pretty vocal. not obnoxiously loud, but you’ll definitely know he’s close. he’ll start praising you and telling you to keep going
~ there might be a light sheen of sweat covering his face, making it look shiny. his moans will become more frequent and more throaty, and he’ll more than likely arch his back. his lower body will start to tense as well. his brows will furrow and all he’ll be able to feel is his approaching climax.
~ when hisoka comes, he’ll let a louder moan escape and start to squirm a little bit. his breathing will be more ragged and you’ll see his chest heaving up and down. it’s also a little messy- hisoka has no inhibitions when it comes to finishing the way he wants to. he’ll come wherever he wants to. it’ll spill from his tip for a while as he strokes his own dick slowly to finish himself off, so it’ll make his thighs a sticky mess.
~ when hisoka is overstimulated, his eyes will roll back into his head, and his moans will start to break up and his voice cracks. his ears and chest will be flushed totally red, and the more he comes the messier he gets.
chrollo lucilfer
~ chrollo is pretty sensitive whether he’s overstimulated or not. like the others, he doesn’t finish very fast, but his orgasms are more intense.
~ his thighs, cheeks, ears, and dick will flush red when he’s close. because of how sensitive he is, chrollo is pretty vocal, mostly breathy moans and the occasional whimper.
~ he’ll definitely squirm quite a bit, thrusting his pelvis back and forth. his brows will furrow and he might sweat a little. chrollo is also prone to precum, and a few beads might slide down his length before he orgasms.
~ chrollo will do his best to stifle the sounds emitting from his throat, but it just doesn’t work. just when he’s about to come, he starts gasping and breathing unintelligible curses, and he’ll start to whimper more than moan at this point.
~ when he finally climaxes, he’ll be loud, broken moans and swears falling from his lips. chrollo is also fairly messy, semen spurting from his blushing dick. the squirming he does only makes the mess worse, but he can’t help it- right after his orgasm is when he’s most sensitive.
~ when he’s overstimulated, his breathing will get very heavy and very fast. he might also beg if someone else is doing it, moving his pelvis up and down in an attempt to get himself off. now chrollo will whimper a whole bunch, barely stopping to breathe in between.
kurapika kurta
~ how kurapika orgasms depends on how long you’ve been being intimate with one another- he doesn’t really masturbate or use toys. so if he’s coming, it’s in your hands.
~ the first couple of times he comes in front of you, he’ll try to act stoic. he does tremble more than a little, but he keeps the sounds to a minimum and drops his face to hide the color whenever he’s coming.
~ it’s only after kurapika gets more comfortable that you realize how sensitive he actually is- definitely more so than anyone else listed here. he’s a lot more vocal, for one- he whimpers a ton when he’s near orgasm and gasps a lot as well. his dick also leaks a lot of precum, which only makes him more sensitive.
~ his body also reacts dramatically. his thighs are trembling violently and pretty much everything from his thighs up is tinted a pale pink. kurapika squirms a ton- his toes are curled tight and his hands are roughly gripping anything he can feel. his face is also tightened as he tries to slow his breathing.
~ when he orgasms, he lets his head fall back and his eyes roll into the back of his head before dropping it back down and letting his hair flop all over his face. you might notice him biting his lower lip very hard to try and quiet himself, but his breathless moans are still very audible even so. kurapika will also let loose a string of pleasured curses in between gasps. the tip of his dick is gushing white cum- when he orgasms, it’s very messy, and he can’t even make an attempt to keep it in check because he’s so overwhelmed.
~ overstimulated kurapika is a sight to behold, considering even when he orgasms normally his reactions are intense. he sweats a lot more, and all he can manage are whimpers and whines, almost sobs, when he comes again and again. each time it’s less messy until there’s nothing left except the stickiness coating his inner thighs and his shaking body panting for air.
you realize aventurine will do anything to chase the high that comes with adrenaline.
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"do you like it? i picked it up from a friend on my travels."
aventurine waits for your reaction as he hands you the velvet case. you hold up the revolver. not sure of the make or model. it looked like an antique- but very recently refurbished. the manufacturer was from another planet. they didn't even make these anymore, as aventurine had bragged to you.
"its heavy? is it real?"
you hold the weapon in your palm, feeling the weight of it. your gaze travels from the leather handle along the barrel and muzzle, watching as the metal glinted in the light as you passed it back to aventurine.
you felt uneasy seeing him load the chamber with a few rounds from his pocket. was he planning on using those?
he smiles at you as he loads the last round, gives it a spin and pops the chamber back in place with a click. he lets out a bark of laughter at the sound and the way you flinch.
"yeah..." that sounded like money, he emphasizes with a sigh, throwing his head back and taking in a deep exhale.
he aims his sights on you now, stepping closer with the gun in tow and you eye him with uncertainty. you trusted him, no doubt. but he'd never mentioned his interest in guns before. you wondered how much experience he had with shooting.
he seems to read your thoughts, offering you a laugh.
"i've won a few thousand with this little party trick here. a couple guys throw cash in a pile and we pass it around."
"and do what?" you question. you had this gnawing, anxious feeling that told you you already knew the answer. you hoped you were wrong.
aventurine looks over his sunglasses with amusement. like an idea had just formed in his head.
"come here babe.. why don't you let me show you?"
you nervously take a step towards him, but you're swept off your feet instantly. he holds you by the waist, as if you were dancing- and places the gun right between your eyes. you whimper as he puts his finger on the trigger. everything happening too fast for your brain to register and you panic- begging him not to do it.
he lowers the revolver when he sees the raw fear in your eyes. you were really scared just now. it stirs up something inside of him seeing you like that, and he runs his tongue over his teeth.
"don't worry... i'd never let you play with this."
he seems to wave off the idea for now, but its clear this interaction has scratched an itch inside his brain. a place deep inside of him that liked seeing your shocked, fearful expression. he wanted to see how your face looked dripping with tears. the thought alone made him shiver. though he needs to calm you down a little before he can try what he wants to do next. he shushes your soft cries, rubbing your back and putting on a softer, gentle tone.
"babe, don't look so scared.. look, i'll show you there's not really much to it."
he places the revolver against his temple, pulling the trigger with no regard and you scream in horror. fully expecting to be painted with his brains and carnage when his head exploded. aventurine howls with laughter at your reaction, pulling you close by your waist to press your lips together. he speaks to you in that infuriatingly affectionate tone, the one he puts on when he knows you're upset with him. he rubs his nose against your face, breathing in your scent and placing kisses against your cheek and neck.
"mmm... you're so cute, you know that? what? did you really think i'd die? hmm?"
you whimper against his lips and shove at his chest, cursing at him and swearing you couldn't do this anymore. bringing up his shortcomings and all the times he'd left you to worry.
he doesn't let you go, kissing you roughly against the side of your face, and letting go so hard that you fall to the ground. he stands over you, offering you his hand.
"awww.. you don't mean that, baby. we both know that. come here.."
you swear you could hate him. he doesn't even take your threats to leave him seriously. you want to smack his hand away. especially the one still holding the revolver. what was wrong with him?
he sits back in a chair at the table, watching you from above. you looked good like that on your knees. he leans forward, tucking your hair behind your ear and he sighs.
"do you have any idea what you do to me?"
you get an idea what he means when he pulls you closer, immediately guiding your hand between his legs, pressing your palm flat against the strained fabric. his breathing quickens and he pushes up against the feeling of your hand, twirling the revolver at the same time.
you start to question him, but he's a step ahead of you. unfastening his leather belt, and spreading his knees apart. he gives you a pathetic, pleading look- one you'd seen so many times before. he wanted you to take care of him. you hated that it actually worked.
you sigh deeply, but you quickly get to work, pulling his zipper open and fumbling with the fabric of his boxers, the designer name printed on the waistband. you slide it down until his cock is freed. he's already rock hard.
he kisses the top of your head affectionately, praising you as he smooths a hand over your hair. you always treated him so well, he didn't deserve you. he swore he'd buy you a boquet of roses and take you to the most expensive restaurant in the galaxy after this.
you'd heard it all before. you give him a hum in reply, taking him into your mouth.
as you work him with your lips and tongue, aventurine gets increasingly more and more vocal. his shallow breaths, and soft curses, along with the metal clinking of the revolver in his hand. you'd nearly forgotten he was still holding it until you swear you hear a click.
you aren't able to pull away, aventurine placing a firm hand into your hair to hold your head down, his hips pushing forward to slide his cock deeper into your mouth. you try to breathe calmly through your nose. thinking maybe you'd misheard something. what was he doing? you try to tap his thigh, but he seems unwilling to stop now.
"d-don't stop... ah... k-keep going, baby. yeah... just like that..."
after a moment, you hear the click again, and you flinch. you whimper, trying to figure out what's going on, but aventurine begins to thrust into your mouth, holding you down as his cock hits the back of your throat. he moans, and stutters out something about being close, and you hear another click.
you start to sob softly, realization hitting you like a train. he was holding the gun to his head again.
you pray silently that the chamber is empty each time he decides to keep up this insane adrenaline chase. aventurine wipes away your tears, bringing them up to his tongue, moaning at the taste. and you feel the way he twitches, his cock pulsating on the flat of your tongue, the salty remnants of precum starting to leak and fill your tastebuds.
you hear the gun click one last time and aventurine lets out a guttural groan as he spills himself into your mouth, pressing your head down as far as possible. you hold his thighs, trying to swallow it down and pull in oxygen through your nose.
he breathes deeply, giving a few weak thrusts into your mouth until he's spent, taking his hand off of your head and you pull his half-hard member out of your mouth with a pop, gasping for air. you cough, wiping away your tears, and you see him wiping the sweat from his brow. the revolver still hangs from his hand, and he whistles.
"shit, baby.. that was incredible.."
he tucks himself back into his pants, finally noticing your discomfort. and he reaches out to pull you close, taking a silk handkerchief from his jacket embroidered with his name, gently wiping your face.
"awww.. you poor thing.. you're a mess, you know that?"
you try to slap his hands away, but he only hugs you tighter, peppering your face in unwanted kisses- and you feel your anger growing red-hot.
"what? don't be like that! i told you i've done this before! don't you trust me?"
you look away as he strokes your face apologetically with his gloved fingers, whispering words of affection between his kisses- swearing this would be the last time he made you worry.
but you knew better. the cold feeling of his gold rings against your face- and the sound of the gun he hadn't placed down near your ear did little to comfort you.
syn. sometimes shopping a sale isn’t always the most convenient, especially when bunny!koko is the subject in question
cw. fem!reader, hybrid!au, voyeurism, exhibitionism, panty thief koko
wc. 900
an. my submission for @manjiroscum hybrid collab event!!!
flipping through pamphlets on bunnies, you're likely to find words like innocent, timid, and sweet. but as you stared into the glass at the only bunny hybrid left in the shop, those were the last words that came to your mind.
instead, the shop owner stood beside you with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot as she listed off all the reasons this one in particular, had been returned.
"bratty" she started, humming as she looked at his tag again. "destructive" you squinted to get a closer look. "annoying.. tch" she clicked her tongue as you looked in on the hybrid sitting in the corner of his cage, beady eyes staring back at you with inquisition as you read his name out from his sale tag. koko. "oh.." the owner started again "and it says here he humps.... everything.." you perked up, raising an eyebrow at the boy.
"I'll take him." you sang, removing the tag and handing it to her with the cash in your pocket.
and just like that, you had yourself your very own bunny boy— one with perky black and white ears that sat straight up, and the cutest tail you had ever seen.
however, despite the shop owner's warnings, nobody could have prepared you for the misbehaviour koko exhibited. at all hours of the day he was always into something he wasn't supposed to be in, tearing apart the room and leaving a mess behind. even when he was relaxing on the couch with his legs outstretched on the whole length couch leaving little space for you, his head in your lap was always trying to bury his face between your thighs. he just couldn't sit still. it was especially embarrassing when guests were over, and his friskiness was put on display for all to see.
"koko" you yelled, snatching a throw pillow out from under him where h had rutted his cock into the balled up stuffing. "we have guests over" you widened your eyes and motioned your head to your friend inui, who blushed with embarrassment and turned his head. koko only pinned his ears back and snickered, taking the pillow back to prove he could be on his best behaviour.
but like any bunny, koko's attention span was short. even as his head rested in your lap as always, and your hands stroked his hair that fell beside his silky ears, he couldn't help but dig his face between your legs, mouth desperate to taste you in front of your guest. "he's a little shy" you spoke through squirms, trying your very best to hide what was happening in fear of looking like a bad owner. but koko was hungry, and his teeth nibbled your clit pulling a shriek from your lips while his tongue made up for the pain.
"koko! go somewhere else if you can't behave!" you pulled his head from under your skirt, readjusting yourself and shooing him away to the bedroom. he scampered away, left alone to his own devices while you resumed conversation with inui alone. but it wasn't long before his beady eyes peered from behind the door, and you watched as he dragged a mouthful of what looked like your dirty laundry into the living room for inui to see. as he came into the light, you realized his mouth was stuffed with your panties, completely soaked with drool as he sucked on them with pride. your face grew hot as embarrassment took over, hiding your face as you tried snatching the garments from his mouth without ruining them.
inui watched as you wrestled koko— watched as koko's cock grew harder and stiffer, redder and angrier the more you dominated him in strength. he watched with curiosity as you pulled your soaked panties from his mouth, throwing them to the floor beside you and inui couldn't help but feel his own cock throb with desire as koko rutted his hips up against you while you scolded him.
"sorry" you panted, sitting back onto koko's cock and he whined in frustration. "I told you I got him half price right?" inui nodded, swallowing a knot in his throat as he forced his gaze away from your ass that you pressed against your hybrid's cock. "cause they said he was a brat— and he is" you shifted, watching the way koko winced and whined for more contact. "wanna pet him?"
inui stammered on his words, licking his lips and moving his hands to cover his cock that was hard in his pants. "s-sure.. I guess"
you lifted your hips, encouraging koko to get up and be social for once and he flashed you a look of menace as he climbed onto the couch beside inui, and placed his head in his lap with a smirk that never left his lips.
and as inui got more comfortable, koko couldn't help but fall into his own patterns as he buried his head in a frenzie against inui's cock, nibbling desperately at the zipper of his tight pants as inui panicked to hide his arousal.
"I think he likes you" you hummed, watching as koko finally found comfort in your friend's cock down his throat— ears pinned back and tail twitching with his own arousal as he dug his hips into the couch and his cum seeped into the cushions.
✧ various!genshin characters (separate) x gn!reader
warnings ―
✧ not proofread, zhongli story spoilers
notes ―
✧ hiatus? maybe? umm,,, ill be taking a break thats 4 sure. from nemeseos-noctua and this blog and my main blog as well! srry <3 see u!!
THEY SEND YOU OFF WITH A SMILE, DETERMINED TO REUNITE WITH YOU AGAIN.
KAZUHA ✧˖*°࿐
Kazuha was used to goodbyes.
Especially with people he cared about, people like you who earned a throne in his barricaded heart.
It was no wonder that he saw you off with the brightest of smiles, the kindest of gazes and the gentlest of touches. Seasons change and blossoms wilt, but he knows that he will never truly let you go from his heart.
Yes—because he promises he will meet you again. This is not goodbye, this is see you later.
BEIDOU ✧˖*°࿐
As a woman of the sea, it is no surprise that Beidou moves with it.
And that means leaving you, the land. The anchor of her ship, the land that she dwells in to heal before exploring the seas once more.
Maybe this was fate's doing, to split the two of you up when your relationship had just begun to grow. Maybe this was some climax of a romance novel, the falling resolution including your reuniting scene that'd be a story for the generations of new.
Thank you, world. For letting me meet you. Is what Beidou would think. Thank you for this opportunity, for this chance and this affection.
She will carry it. Off into distant lands, but though the grass in Inazuma may be greener, she will never forget you.
You and your generosity in times of dark.
Thank you, she thinks one last time.
And off she goes, taking a piece of your heart with her.
All you can do is hope the sea will be generous, hope that it will return her to you.
BENNETT ✧˖*°࿐
You were living his dream.
Becoming the greatest adventurer of all time? Wow, Bennett knew you had it in you! Now he can go home and tell his dads that he was best friends with the adventurer who'd conquer the Mare Jivari!
The wind does not blow in a land of ash and dust, therefore, he will not be beside you when you dominate the world.
But please—this is a selfish wish but— please don't forget him. Don't forget the memories, the laughs, the cries and the late night talks.
Please don't forget this time spent together.
He sees you off to the border of Mondstadt, watching you step towards a place that he cannot go to.
His dads will be proud.
Goodbye. I'll see you again once you're the most popular adventurer to ever live!
Benny's Adventure Team, you were one of the greatest members there ever was.
CHONGYUN ✧˖*°࿐
Go, become great.
Chongyun has always been your number one supporter. And now that you were actually going to go out there, going to go do what you've always dreamt of, who was he to go against you?
He watches you drift farther away from the harbor like a maiden watching a sailor set off to sea. He trusts you will return to his arms once more, so now, all he can do is wait.
The exorcist wants to chase after you so bad, to grab a random raft and paddle after your ship like there's no tomorrow—but he knows he cannot.
One day, your name will be headlining the greatest Liyue news articles. And one day, he can tell all of his friends that he knew you, that he was there for you before you became so great.
Go, Chongyun says, go do what you've always dreamed of.
You obliged.
He will become great too. Then the two of you can be legendary together.
VENTI ✧˖*°࿐
This is not the first time Venti has had to say goodbye.
It certainly will not be the last, either. But now, he will send you off with the brightest smile he can muster. That's you, his light, his dove, flying. Flying like the first birds that had courage.
You fly towards the sun, yet he knows it will not burn your wings. If he dared to do such a thing, Venti knew fate would not be so forgiving.
It's funny, how you wormed your way into his heart then left him with an aching hole afterwards. Maybe one day he will see your silhouette in the sky, thinking to himself about how far you have come.
Fly, my bird.
Fly for me, for Mondstadt, and for your future.
He plays your favorite melody at dawn in hopes of lulling you awake wherever you are.
The wind. It will always be here for you.
AMBER ✧˖*°࿐
As a child of freedom, Amber has never been one to say "no" to leaving.
Unlike the others, she says goodbye with a laugh. Goodbye! So brightly that you wondered if she were upset at all.
She's not. She's not upset because now, you are truly free. Free because that is what you deserve.
She wonders if you will be happier wherever you go. Will you become the next Vennessa? The next Alice?
Go, be free. Is all the Outrider's mind can muster. Be free like the wind, be free because the sky is beautiful today.
Though, Amber often finds herself patrolling more frequently... embarrassingly in hopes of catching you again.
This time, your name is a local one.
XINGQIU ✧˖*°࿐
He's doting. Sending you off with a bag of materials and a first-aid kit, you'd be conflicted over whether Xingqiu is your mother or your friend.
"I heard Sumeru is very hot! Make sure to wear sunscreen!" He waves excitedly, watching your carriage part ways from his as his heart hurts for some reason.
Weird.
He thinks to himself: Will you miss him? Will you forget him? How strange, he's never been one to dwell on such things before.
Maybe he should go to Sumeru too. Though, thanks to his shackles as an heir, traveling the world by your side is something that can remain in his fiction novels.
He will watch from afar. Watch as you rise up in glory and become a household name for many—and then, he will think:
I never forgot you.
How could he?
He hopes to run into your arms again, one day.
CHILDE ✧˖*°࿐
"Don't die, comrade!" He yells enthusiastically, too enthusiastically.
His forced smile is obvious, masking the sullen interior he has buried within his heart. This is the first time someone other than his family has earned his affection, and now, they were leaving.
Teyvat is huge, grand, even. The will of gods were the reason for humanity's battle and the hatred within forces were the cause of casualties.
As a pawn on this great chess board of Celestia and mortality, Childe knew all too well that goodbye was goodbye. This was the last time he will see you before running off. Into this thick forest that only he can navigate, he knows that losing you is better than losing himself.
He engraves your face into his mind. Your eyes that glimmered like jewels, your smile and your voice.
The world is brighter, lighter than it was when he was by your side.
Childe has always set himself up for destruction when it comes to the people he loves, and you, you are no exception.
HU TAO ✧˖*°࿐
The funeral parlor director has always been a jubilant soul.
Sending you off with an entire marching band and fireworks, Hu Tao has always treated you with respect (and pranks). And now, now that you'd probably end up getting services from another funeral parlor in Fontaine, it was fair for her to be a bit somber.
As a woman who has seen people off numerous times (both metaphorically and literally), seeing you off was nothing out of the ordinary. Of course, she was sad, but it was expected.
You. You had meant a lot to her in the short period of time she had known you. Nobody has kept up with her pranks as much as she!
So goodbye. Goodbye for a greater future and goodbye because Hu Tao knew Liyue had nothing for you anymore.
Do write her some letters, yeah?
THEY WALK YOU TO THE FARTHEST THEY CAN REACH, LETTING YOU GO WITH A SOLEMN GAZE. THIS IS NOT THEIR FIRST GOODBYE, AND IT IS CERTAINLY NOT THEIR LAST.
XIAO ✧˖*°࿐
As an adeptus, it was no wonder the male was 'protective' in a sense. It was his job to protect the land, and subconsciously, the people in it.
So he escorts you. To the border between the Chasm and Liyue, the invisible line that he cannot step across, this is where the Yaksha says goodbye once more.
He says goodbye like it's his signature, his motto. He has said these very words so many times before, and now, it is no different.
"Speak my name. No matter what nation you dwell in, I will hear it."
Placing an adepti amulet in your hands, Xiao glares up at you with his piercing yet softened gaze. You are leaving, he knows. But finally, he does not have to worry about who you may become once you near his demons too much.
"Go, mortal. I may no longer watch over you, but this amulet will keep you safe."
Go for a brighter future, Xiao thinks.
Even if that future does not involve him.
EULA ✧˖*°࿐
She is a sinner.
You are not.
There are worlds between you two, and seeing you fade to the horizon is a prime example of such. She walks with you before realizing how truly beautiful the world is, how colorful your eyes are compared to the ground she's so used to looking at.
"So what will you do once you arrive at Fontaine?" Eula asks kindly, glancing at your form that was adjusting the numerous bags you were somehow carrying.
"I don't know. Maybe I'll start up a shop to sell stuff, then I can come back to visit you."
The Lawrence giggles quietly, yet melancholic eyes contrasted the melody leaving her lips.
You can set up a shop in Mondstadt, she wishes she could say, but that's selfish. And Eula has done nothing but be selfish as she stands by your side, tainting your reputation with her mere presence.
"Good luck. I will be waiting for you."
And by then, she will have had her vengeance. The Lawrence name will not be a curse, and you can finally stand by her without any repercussions. Just as you deserve.
"Thank you."
She will remember the sound of your voice. The glimmer of your eyes and the structure of your face. She will remember everything and anything you've ever done together because she knows those were probably the last.
Eula Lawrence is a sinner.
That is why she is letting you go.
ZHONGLI ✧˖*°࿐
Zhongli is wise, and though the idea of you returning to him one day fancies his heart, he knows it is unlikely.
Even to an immortal like him, nothing in this world laughs forever. He knows that his time with you will not last forever, watching you hold his hand one last time sets that in stone.
You are off for better, brighter things. And all Zhongli can do is be thankful that he was there for a part of your journey, a part of your life.
"Do you have enough food for the trip?" He asks, holding some of your bags before placing them into the carriage you would be riding in. He wonders, maybe if he were truly mortal, he would be able to go with you. To follow you to these lands he wishes he could explore.
"Yep!"
He smiles fondly, too fondly. It's as if he's ignoring the impending future because he doesn't want to acknowledge it, the fact that you were leaving was still sinking in and he was drowning in this sea.
This sea that would be the future. The future that he, Zhongli, has no clue about.
"Travel safely and make sure not to stay up too late."
Maybe in another life, he could be by your side through your entire life instead of only a part of it. In another galaxy or universe, it was him who would ride beside you in your carriage.
And as you wave goodbye, your hand becoming smaller and smaller, Zhongli thinks to himself:
You are even brighter than gold.
DILUC ✧˖*°࿐
"This is farewell, isn't it?" Diluc doesn't want to admit it, but he has grown quite fond of you. No more will you come strolling into Angel's Share or 'coincidentally' stumbling upon him during nightly patrols. You were going out to explore the world with Varka, and maybe, you'd settle somewhere across the nation.
"Yeah! Don't cry too much, yeah?" You laugh, yet Diluc can't even force himself to smile. He's not one to cry, not after he experienced the worst of life, but his eyes sure do feel warm right now.
"Sure."
You pat his back, smacking him a little bit too hard, but he doesn't have it in him to reprimand you.
"Here, take this," you hand him a pyro gem—and this is when Diluc wonders if you think of this as goodbye too.
Will you be back? The answer is uncertain, but based on the way you're acting right now, maybe you will be?
"Thank you," He croaks out, embarrassed at the state he has succumbed to while you can only shrug nonchalantly.
You will be back.
Diluc can't tell whether that's false hope or not.
KAEYA ✧˖*°࿐
It feels like the sky is falling.
In fact, Kaeya would rather the sky fell. He rather watch every single star fall from space and slam into the pathetic dirt of Teyvat instead of watching you board a boat that's heading to the newly-opened Inazuma.
Why? Why must it end this way? Why must everything and everyone betray or leave him in the end?
"Kaeya."
Your voice interrupts his train of thoughts, his eyes flickering back to reality as he glances at you quietly.
"Take care of Mondstadt, okay?"
A lump forms in his throat.
What a big promise, a big curse. This is a plus, he supposes. Because you will not be there to see him become the traitor.
It hurts. His heart hurts. His fur coat did nothing to keep the warmth from his body as you walked onto the steps of that ship. Will the sea carry his prayers? Will the wind speak his name into your ear while you're out meeting new people and dancing amongst cherry blossoms?
No. They won't. Kaeya was never one to believe in such things, knowing that faith in such forces would only backfire because he was an outsider.
He was an outsider, now. He was always one, but two lonely people together were not lonely.
"I will," he says, far too late. Now, you are out on that ship that was heading towards Inazuma. If he had been faster in forming words, maybe he could've boarded that boat with you.
To Kaeya, the sky fell that day. But you were long gone.
TEARS STREAM DOWN THEIR FACE, BECAUSE NOT EVEN THEY ARE SURE WHETHER THEY'LL SEE YOU AGAIN.
SUCROSE ✧˖*°࿐
"These are happy tears!" She states, yet you know that isn't the case. Sucrose wasn't the most social girl, so befriending you came as quite a hard task.
"I'm sure they are," Grinning, the horses you'd take to Liyue were already lined up. Liyue was close, closer than most nations—but even so, your home in Mondstadt was being sold and your belongings sent off in packages.
"Please visit," Wiping her eyes that were now puffy and red, the young alchemist certainly wasn't in her best condition right now—that much was obvious.
"I will."
"And bring some specimens from Liyue?"
"That too."
One day, she will be an alchemist so grand that she can travel in and out of nations as she pleases, then that way—
She will never have to cry such 'happy tears' again.
THEY SEND YOU OFF QUITE NORMALLY, SO NORMALLY THAT YOU MAY MISTAKE THEM FOR BEING HAPPY DURING YOUR ABSENCE... BUT THE WAY THEY ACT WHEN YOU'RE GONE IS ENOUGH OF AN ANSWER.
ALBEDO ✧˖*°࿐
Albedo does not know what has gotten into him.
Since when did his notes become so sloppy? Yes, his handwriting wasn't the best, but now it was just unreadable!
It's strange, cooped up in Dragonspine for weeks at a time. He's done this before, but why does it feel so empty now?
The alchemist finds himself glancing over at the chair you once sat at subconsciously, subtly hoping that you would somehow appear out of nowhere.
That's not possible, Albedo knows, but it can't hurt to dream, right? Dreaming is how the most famous eras and ideas were invented.
Unlike what many may assume of him, Albedo is a dreamer. He dreams about things that are grand because he has hopes to turn those into a reality.
But some stars were untouchable, and some dreams would forever stay as such.
You are a star.
RAZOR ✧˖*°࿐
The wolves take notice of the young boy's strange behaviors.
Lately, Razor has been nearing Liyue. Leaving Wolvendom at dawn and returning at sunset was not ideal for the pack, yet they couldn't say anything when faced with the male's vermilion eyes.
"You're gone," They know that, but Razor won't admit it. He won't see it because he doesn't want to. Following your scent all the way to Liyue, it was like he wasn't there to say goodbye to you.
Goodbye was not enough. No words in the flimsy Mondstadt dictionary were enough to describe how he felt about you.
And your memory—it was fading in his mind. He has no idea how to bite the memory and grab it back to his brain, forcing it there forever. Maybe Lisa knows...?
Like the wolves, the Librarian doesn't have it in her to tell Razor that you were in fact: gone.
Gone like the wind he smells every morning while walking to the border between Liyue, hoping to spot your... eyes? What color were they?
• any target
• churches in texas
• abandoned 7/11’s
• your bedroom at 5 am
• hospitals at midnight
• warehouses that smell like dust
• lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore
• empty parking lots
• ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods
• rooftops in the early morning
• inside a dark cabinet
A lot of these places are called liminal spaces - which means they are throughways from one space to the next. Places like rest stops, stairwells, trains, parking lots, waiting rooms, airports feel weird when you’re in them because their existence is not about themselves, but the things before and after them. They have no definitive place outside of their relationship to the spaces you are coming from and going to. Reality feels altered here because we’re not really supposed to be in them for a long time for think about them as their own entities, and when we do they seem odd and out of place.
The other spaces feel weird because our brains are hard-wired for context - we like things to belong to a certain place and time and when we experience those things outside of the context our brains have developed for them, our brains are like NOPE SHIT THIS ISN’T RIGHT GET OUT ABORT ABORT. Schools not in session, empty museums, being awake when other people are asleep - all these things and spaces feel weird because our brain is like “I already have a context for this space and this is not it so it must be dangerous.” Our rational understanding can sometimes override that immediate “danger” impulse but we’re still left with a feeling of wariness and unease.
Listen I am very passionate about liminal spaces they are fascinating stuff or perhaps I am merely a nerd.
Okay, I love everything about this, but is anyone gonna talk about why Target is on the list? I’m not saying it doesn’t belong there, I’m just wondering. Since it’s neither a liminal space nor a place out of context.
• any target
• churches in texas
• abandoned 7/11’s
• your bedroom at 5 am
• hospitals at midnight
• warehouses that smell like dust
• lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore
• empty parking lots
• ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods
• rooftops in the early morning
• inside a dark cabinet
• playgrounds at night
• rest stops on highways
• deep in the mountains
• early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed
• trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
• schools during breaks
• those little beaches right next to ferry docks
• bowling alleys
• unfamiliar McDonalds’s on long road trips
• your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
• laundromats at midnight
• galeries in art museums that are empty except for you
• the lighting section of home depot
• stairwells
• hospital waiting rooms
• airports from midnight to 7am
• bathrooms in small concert venues
• cemeteries
• abandoned penitentiaries
• hilltops at night in full moonlight
• most of Japan
• empty barns
• marshes
• really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates
• old stones and henge
• the ocean when it’s still quiet with fog over it
• train tracks that go through the middle of the woods
• bridges
• ancient places
• stands of old growth forest
• the Eastern Sierras/high desert
• rabbit paths off hiking tails
• trails between the main ski hills
• winter twilight
• back allies between houses
• logging roads
• dirt roads on fall evenings with leaves falling off the trees
• libraries before closing
• anyplace where it’s snowing before sunrise
• the woods during a rainstorm
• roads covered with snow with trees on the sideways while snowflakes are falling out of the sky
• train stations after 10 PM
• outside, right before a massive storm
• the woods just after twilight
• the beach in winter
• the bottom of swimming pools
• empty beaches when its snowing
• back part of a library
• late night empty streets
• highways late at night
• windy roads
• windy roads at night when you can only see the immediate road
• abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes)
• anywhere immediately after a really bad fight
• little towns late at night when no ones awake and the only lights on are the street posts
• empty buses before sunrise/after sunset
• being the only one outside in the early morning when its almost dark and you feel alone on earth
• mountains with a big forest close to it
• being alone in a spot in ikea
• the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am
• firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass
• staring up at very tall buildings
• the tram at a big airport
• abandoned house by a lake
• being the only one downstairs on christmas
• stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed
• when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost on the lonely road
• that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it
• a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm
• corn fields with the wind blowing over them
• malls when they’re about to close for the night
• woods at twilight/dawn
• being on a train after midnight
• theme parks at night
• winding back roads with rolling fog
• seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy
• being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone
• hiking trails that have nobody on them
• being alone in an elevator for a few minutes
• looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them
• the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night
• tree houses
• empty seats on the late night train
• 4-6 am on a winter morning
• the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning
• stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop
• greenhouses that have been left to grow alone
• cemeteries in the middle of fields
• biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars
• swamps with fog
• hotel corridors in the middle of the night
• anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is
• foggy mornings in a meadow
• that flickering streetlight
• working offices at midnight
• abandoned amusement parks
• mirrors in an airplane bathroom
• being alone in a church
• empty hotel lobbies
• hearing trains off in the distance especially at night
• snow falling down in general
• being in a place thats supposed to have a lot of people but it doesn’t
• long, dark hallways
• the middle of a park when its snowing
• playgrounds at night
• work/school when you’re snowed in
• caves
• a field of power lines
• being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach
• bonfires
• being in a different room than everyone else at a party
• the woods on a night with a full moon
• empty stables
• empty metro stations that are usually crowded
• gas stations on long mountain roads
• the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street
• stadiums when a game or concert is over
• entering a building with a really high ceiling
• moonlight, anywhere
• empty tennis or baseball courts with limited lightning
• times when you are transitioning from one phase to another
• lodges in the snow
• frozen water in the winter
• a little lake in the middle of the forest
• campus during summer
• family gatherings
• construction site after works have gone home
• leaving a tent at midnight
• lonely swings
• overgrown fields
• from twilight to dusk
• farmland thats covered in the morning fog
• suburban neighborhoods filled with tension and wind before a large summer thunderstorm
• being at an abandoned place knowing that years ago at that exact same moment there were people
• the feeling of being chased by someone/something
• knowing you’re not alone in a certain place like a forest
this feeling is scary as FUCK it dawns upon you that something is so quiet or abandoned or empty and vacant that its like the universe forgot to make something happen in the one spotlike you found a glitch in real life like everything seems fake and unreal and real and not fake all at one and youre so confused
“Heartbreak can still hurt 2 years down the line, 3 years, even 4. Damn it it can even still hurt 10 years later, when you’ve got a new life in a different place surrounded by different people and you look back on who is no longer around and wonder if there’s the smallest chance they still think of you and the memories too,”
19:50 - It can still hurt when you thought you’d let it go long ago (moondustanddreams)
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