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Oracle!Reader Part 8

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 7, Part 9

Gonna be honest, Y/N is not nice in this chapter. Not like abusive but just wanted to warn ya'll. My au is supposed to be dark and cruel in a way. This is yandere imposter sagau after all.

A storm brewed above the ship as the two hydra heads roared toward the sky. Shielding your face with your arms you tried to gaze up at the towering dark blue bodies. The teal markings on its armor-like heads let you know who exactly was attacking you.

Beisht, Avenger of the Vortex. AKA Osial's wife who not only has a grudge against Liyue but Beidou specifically due to her warning Ningguang about Beisht's attack.

The Crux has probably gone hundreds of times to Inazuma peacefully but the one time you go is when they get attacked by a sea monster.

Just

Your

Fucking

Luck

Beidou's laugh rings out as the ship sways from the currents and the crewmembers start running to their weapons and positions. Not missing a beat Xinyan ends her song as she uses her vision to blast fire at Beisht.

Holy fuck, this wasn't an accident. This was planned. Beidou planned this shit and went through with it even though you, a guest, are on this crazy ship.

Anger swells up in you like a tornado and you ignore the blasts of water that try to hit the jumping form of Beidou. You look around in blind anger for one of the ballistae on the ship.

The thought of shooting either Beidou or Beisht with it was making your blood pump faster. And even if you did hit Beidou, you could always lie that you were aiming at Beisht.

You spot the closest one and start running towards it. Firm hands wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground.

"I apologize for the urgency, but this isn't a safe spot for you."

Kazuha's calm voice in your ear has a soothing effect on your temperament. Forcibly relaxing your body, you let Kazuha carry you down the stairs and he sets you down quickly in a room.

"Stay here while we take care of the sea monster. I don't want you getting hurt, it will not have mercy on you."

You clench your hands as your body trembles in anger. It's Kazuha's worried and sad eyes that make you unclench your fists.

"I know it's scary so please heed my words."

Burying your head into your knees a muffled sound of confirmation slips out. If he wants to think you're scared, let him. Some time alone might even be good for you.

Kazuha leaves and it's then that you can hear the sound of the fighting as the boat rocks. Xiangling and Xinyan's pyro make the air sticky as Kazuha swirling the water makes it humid too.

The crackling of thunder no doubt from Beidou makes you grind your teeth. You were right to be afraid of going with the Crux, she may be popular but she's far too dangerous.

That was definitely Beisht, you think back to her boss fight and remember her attacks. Shooting water, slamming her head and neck, water missiles, and wait wasn't there a third head?-

A loud bang echoes as the ship starts tilting dangerously. Yelping you shield your head from the items that start falling onto you. Another deafening thud and you're being thrown onto the opposite wall.

As more heavier items crash onto you, the wall makes a cracking sound. You couldn't be sure that it was the boat breaking but you couldn't risk it.

If you stayed here, you'll either be crushed to death or drown if that wall breaks. The Alcor keeps rocking left to right as you struggle to stand and leave the room. Closing the door shut, you know you have a few more bruises than you came in with.

The hallway is even worse than the room. Harpoons and other weapons are dangerously close to falling and you rush up the stairs to avoid that disaster.

The main deck is a chaotic mess of crewmembers running back and forth. Xiangling is continually setting wooden spears and stakes aflame before different crewmembers shoot it.

Xinyan, Kazuha, and Beidou all work together to attack Beisht's heads whenever she gets close to attack. Keeping a death grip on the railing you watch the incredible yet infuriating display of power.

Finally remembering that you'll need to defend yourself too, you go back down the stairs. Swiftly you dodge the dropping objects and get to your room. Shoving your hand into your bag and selecting the sickle, you pull it out.

The fear of dying is remedied by the weight of the weapon. Sprinting with more confidence you get back to the main deck. Both sides of the deck have one of her heads low and close ready to shoot the powerful jet of water.

Something about the way she looks is... off. Your mind wanders back to the game cutscenes and automatically compares it to what you see now.

What were once toothless jaws were now filled with layers of sharp teeth. The underbelly of her bodies looked less watery and sleeker. The fins on her back looked firmer and seemed to be in a more organized row.

Beisht shoots the water from her mouths, and you can feel how hot the water is. Xinyan is quick to dodge by climbing the stairs while Kazuha leaps using the wind. Beidou uses her skill to defend herself and rack up energy.

As the scalding water gets closer you hold the sickle to your chest and try to back away. You may be crazy but not stupid enough to try what Beidou is doing.

Surprisingly she stops only inches away from you, lifting her heads she shoots the brunt of the attack toward the sky. Hot droplets rain down on the ship as the attack dies down.

Her heads regroup and her third one appears behind the first two. All her heads roar and they slam onto the deck. Instead of slamming onto you as you expected, she boxes you in the middle of the deck instead.

As two heads serve as the walls, her third head opens its mouth. The sight of the teal muscles with holes in them makes you shudder. Would dying to a sea monster be better or worse than dying accused as an imposter?

Probably better, at least this way you would be remembered fondly and missed. Even if it's only for a short while.

"Glorious creator, it is my greatest honor to have lived long enough to meet you."

What the fuck.

The sounds of everyone else attacking Beisht's other heads are drowned out as you look up at her in shock.

"Although my husband could not meet you, he was a devoted believer. These puny mortals are having you travel in such conditions with such little glory. Do these pirates not know your greatness?!"

Her tone gets louder as she speaks about the Crux. How could she recognize you as the creator? Were you right in guessing that the creatures of Teyvat could recognize you? But she's more on the god side so how could she realize but not Ei?

"Beisht, how have you heard of me?" If sea monsters gods could smile then that's exactly what Beisht was doing.

"Your blood, your grace. They bleached your gold blood. They hurt you with violent intentions. Just as the scriptures said, the offenders will pay for hurting you. Teyvat is calling upon your true worshippers to deliver justice."

This doesn't make complete sense. Beishts own arrogance and hatred for Liyue is having an impact on her words. What does seem to be true is that Teyvat was alerted when you got hurt and is drawing strong creatures that it can connect with to you.

"Then this is something we should be talking with less distractions." Choosing your words carefully, you note how everyone has been listening to your conversation with Beisht.

It's a good thing they can't understand her. Whether she's intentionally not letting them understand her or not isn't important.

You motion Beisht to back away with a flick of your wrist. Beisht is expecting you to act like the creator, you need to play your part. This whole situation is a golden opportunity.

Beisht obeys your silent command and moves her heads off the boat. Beidou is the first to run up to you with how close she is. The battle comes to a silent pause as everyone watches your seemingly unharmed form with relief.

"Are you okay?!" The urge to scoff and give a snarky response is strong but you push it down. With a solemn expression, you speak clearly.

"I've been granted a rare opportunity to talk with Beisht according to the creator's will. I have messages to relay to her but I cannot do so with everyone here."

A rare confused expression crosses Beidou's face at your words as you step away from her and move closer to Beisht. With a tight grip on your sickle, you speak calmly to Beisht.

"Come closer so we can speak somewhere with more privacy. The matter of the divine isn't one to always be so open about."

Beisht seems to pick up on the identity you have in the eyes of the Crux and lowers her main head onto the boat. With confident strides, you walk to her head and climb on.

Fear and worry rise within you as you grip the middle feeler on her head and look at the Crux with a smile.

"I'll be back soon, so don't stop sailing. I'll catch up before you know it."

Your grip on the feeler becomes tight as Beisht's head suddenly drops into the water. A scream instinctively leaves your throat from the sudden gesture.

The last thing you saw before the ocean engulfed you was the various expressions of horror and fear on everyones faces. A small part of you smirks at the guilt that paints Beidou's face.

You shut your mouth and eyes expecting the salty water to drown you. Yet not even a drop of water touches you and the sight of the vast ocean surrounds you.

In awe you watch the air bubble around you supplying you with oxygen and shielding you from the water. Fish swim past as Beisht continues to descend into the depths.

Soon enough the only light around is the teal markings on her body. It reminds you of just how frightening the ocean can be. That at any moment Beisht could think that you're an imposter too and let you drown here...

Tightening your grip on her, you push those thoughts away. They will only hinder you, being nervous will make everything worse. You've made it this far, haven't you?

As a distraction, you think about how exactly this air bubble is being made. Was it Beisht, Teyvat, or did you unconsciously do it? Considering that you can only control elements that you accessed from the Statue of the Sevens then it can't be you.

Beisht was connected to the vortex and water. This air bubble wasn't just reusing your oxygen, it was supplying fresh oxygen. She can't control oxygen so that only leaves Teyvat. Then how could Teyvat protect you from drowning but let the electro from Ei hurt you?

Beisht finally stops and you can vaguely see the outline of her main body due to the glowing teal marks. It keeps reminding you of a certain god masquerading as a bard.

"Your grace, I see the false identity you hold in front of them. Yet I do not hold the same wisdom you hold, please enlighten me on why you hide yourself."

Her vocabulary is naturally arrogant but the tone she says it all in, sounds like she's imploring. It's good, you can utilize this and her natural dislike for humans.

"Coming back from that other world has left me very weak. I have little memories of when I was the creator and this body is weak. They see my unmasked face and assume I'm an imposter. Ei was the main culprit. Just a mask would solve that but my mere presence shows my divinity. Quite a few of my acolytes barely believe my words as an oracle, I would be a fool to publically reveal myself as the creator."

Your words are spoken with a sense of coldness as if you're completely detached from the situation. The water around you seems to raise a few degrees. Taking a risk you speak lowly with a mix of sadness and condescension.

"Humans and Archons are not that different. They cannot accept the truth if it's different than what they expect or desire. Greed and pride have always been the downfall of humans."

"Your grace, they do not deserve your attention or words. The Electro Archon will pay for harming you. They will all pay for hurting you. Thank you for teaching me, I will do your bidding. I will make sure that you'll never need to worry about me acting as foolish as those Archons."

Perfect, it's exactly what you wanted.

"We will take over and subdue Teyvat for harming you. We'll lay the Archons, humans, and anything else that dares defy you at your feet. We will make them atone for their sins. That pirate crew will be the first to pay! Not only have I lost my husband and child to them, they even harmed you!"

What child? They had a kid??? Wait that can come later, Beisht going out of control would harm the reputation you've built up, this has to stop!

"Silence." Your command is swift and your gaze is cold as you stare down Beisht. The quiet that comes makes you smile inwardly. Playing hot and cold towards someone who idolizes you tends to make them more attached. More desperate to keep your wavering love and affection.

"Now, now don't get too worked up. Going off and doing whatever you wish in my name is contradictory to what you said earlier."

"I beg for your forgiveness, your grace." Beisht lowers her heads in shame. A kind smile crosses your face and you reach through the bubble to pet her heads.

"I forgive you Beisht, mistakes are part of the learning process. You've already done so well in recognizing me. Why don't you start by answering my questions first? What happened to your child?"

Beisht closes her eyes and bubbles float up as her heads sigh in content over your touch.

"My child, born from Osial and I, fought for days against that pirate ship. In the end, they killed my child and his murderer gained a vision from it. Celestia truly mocks the defeated from the Archon War."

Sea monster, 'that' pirate ship, and a vision from his death.

Haishan is her child.

No wonder she hates Beidou so much. She basically killed her whole family!

"Haishan has lived in my name and with his death, he returned to me too. I can tell your anger is as great as your sorrow. Take comfort in my words and let your anger fuel your devotion to me."

Loneliness is a manipulator's best friend. Beisht is terribly lonely and will cling to you and your words as her only lifeline. And in your situation, a dog like this will be needed.

"I will your grace, someday I too will return to your loving embrace through death."

Gently she nuzzles your hands with her heads. Tracing the glowing marks that adorn her head you ask in a soothing voice.

"Tell me how you came to find me."

"After the battle with Liyue and the human-adepti I retreated to the depths of the ocean to heal myself. I was dormant when Teyvat called us. It spoke about harm coming to you, at how your gold blood had been bleached."

"Who is 'us'? You also referred to yourself as 'we' earlier too."

"I was not the only one stirred by Teyvat. The water has become more lively with strong elemental currents. I do not doubt that there are even more beings awakening on land. We are all being called to defend you and pay back your liquid gold blood. After so long without you, we are regaining our reason for living."

So if many other elemental monsters are being 'stirred' then that means you could get more allies. Guoba didn't even know he used to be a god until he was told so was it in character or not that he knew you were the creator? You'll need to find more evidence on land but this was leading to a favorable situation.

But Beisht's fixation on your blood being gold was not good. You'll have to address that now. If you wait too long and it reveals outside of your control she'll believe that you were lying to her. God knows what she would do to you then.

"On the topic of my blood, there is something I must clear up. My blood is not gold, it is red."

An eery stillness takes over the atmosphere and you seemingly look down at the 3-headed hydra. The feeling of her scales seems to heat up a little, gritting your teeth you continue.

"I sincerely hope that you are not doubting me. The scriptures never said that my blood itself was gold. The true meaning of that text is that my blood is as precious as gold."

Your blank expression and sharp eyes don't leave her. In one hand you hold your sickle above and electro-coats it with a dangerous crackle.

The looming threat of death washes over you as the sickle crackles with more ferocity. Teyvat heeds your silent wishes and hydro starts rapidly spinning around you. Swiftly you thrust it into the water and it hits Beisht as she thrashes from the pain.

"Forgive me! Forgive me! Forgive this arrogant and foolish follower!"

She roars and begs, your heart is as tight as your grip on her but the sickle still crackles in the water. She's a sea monster and that's the only reason she hasn't died yet.

It's only the sight of toasted pieces of sleek flesh on her that you pull the sickle out of the water and back into the air bubble. The electro fizzles out and Beisht's sad wails echo around you.

She's whimpering and begging with near-silent pleas for forgiveness. Your hand is gentle and warm on the head that she is carrying you on.

"Hush now Beisht, this punishment was something you brought onto yourself. Never doubt my words, my teaching is law. Do you see how futile suspecting and denying me of my divinity is? Crimson or gold, my blood is not what matters most, it is I that exist above you."

Beisht's body seems to curl around the air bubble you stand in as you continue petting and soothing her. Your pleasant humming is a sharp contrast to your rapid heartbeat.

You were either going to die to Beisht or die to your electro. But this turned out better than you originally thought. Even though it hurt you to cause the one powerful ally you have pain, it was necessary. You can never let her entertain the idea of betraying you.

If you must play the role of oracle in front of the others then you must play the role of creator in front of the rest. Y/N was the oracle, the creator, and most importantly a liar.

"The fact that you could sense my presence on that boat intrigues me. How could you sense me while Ei could not? The same goes for the other Archons, surely they would have felt Teyvat's call too."

"The Archons accepted Celestia's power which drew them away from you. They worship you the mortal or human method more often than the way elemental beings do. Changing their style of worship may have connected them to other mortals better but it also muddled their sense of hearing Teyvat"

Her voice is hoarse and low, humbled after her punishment. Your smile was kind and your touch tender, but the sly part of your heart reveled in it.

"Tell me the difference between the two."

"Elemental beings worship by sacrificing parts of themselves to you. Some offer up energy, blood, lifeforce, and others give limbs. Only their own, offering up anyone else's would be sacrilegious. As elemental beings, we will always heal and reform. Celestia has possibly blinded them to the consequences of forsaking our worship to keep them away from you."

Now that was one of the most useful pieces of information you've gained thus far. What would happen if you convinced one of the Archons, not counting Ei, to try this style of worship? Would it enhance your position as the oracle, make you more suspicious, or give them the idea that you might be the creator?

Your thoughtfulness seems to make Beisht anxious, that's understandable seeing as you've proven to be volatile in her eyes. With a nearly patronizing pat on her head, you speak with a happy tone.

"As the creator, I require both elemental and human worship. I have many plans and it includes you Beisht. With each nation I visit and interactions with the Statues of the Seven, I gain more power. I will need you to spread the truth of my arrival to those who Teyvat awoke. Can I trust you with that?"

"It is a privilege to serve you, beloved creator. I will travel through the ocean and fulfill your command." She's clearly enthusiastic and grateful. You have her right where you want her.

"Stay quiet and careful, avoid fighting in general. I have much of the world to explore on my own and see to tell who deserves my forgiveness when everything is revealed. No rushing, I have a long life to live. The other elemental creatures will have the information I need too."

"I understand your grace. At this point and time, your main attention is to investigate the mortal's faith. I will stay unnoticed after this point so that I do not hinder your plan."

You had no plan on revealing your status as the creator. These words were only said to keep Beisht calm and peaceful. Beisht has such a terrible reputation as a villain that if she told the truth, it would only make them all think worse of you.

The little pieces of evidence you have acquired, proving your title might be enough if you were in regular Genshin Impact. But in this world with obsession, death, and violence, you could not claim that so easily. Beisht better be prepared to wait a long time, if not your whole life span which might not be long considering your luck.

"Can I really trust your words Beisht? You think lowly of the mortals for harming me but you have hurt me as well. And it's not when you doubted me, I'm talking about how you hurt me physically."

Your words are like a bucket of cold water. The suspicious gaze she receives from you makes her stutter.

"W-What do you mean your grace? The moment I spotted you, I drew away."

'Pathetic' that's what your expression told her. That's exactly what you thought of her. Her lie specifically.

"Never try to lie to me. This is your only warning. When you rose from the water, you spotted me first but you let yourself be distracted by the sight of Beidou. So caught up in the fight, it wasn't until I got banged up by everything that you finally spotted me and remembered your original task."

The words seem to hit the nail on the head as Beisht lowers herself to you. With an ominous air, you swing the sickle back and forth.

"I will not deny my sins. I lied to you and tried to hide it. Whatever punishment you choose is one I will accept wholeheartedly." Her voice wavers and cracks. She's scared and your smile makes her tremble beneath you.

But it seems to wash away as you rest your upper body on her head closest to you. Ignoring the lingering water droplets you pet her softly.

"It's okay Beisht, I know you were emotional after seeing Beidou. The pain and wrath were hard to fight wasn't it?" The forgiving voice you used was almost like a mask as you traced her scales using the sickle at the same time.

Unnerved, confused, grateful, and scared Beisht sounds like she's near tears.

"Thank y-you, your grace. The mercy you have on your creations is not something we deserve yet you give it anyway."

"I've been hurt so many times Beisht. So you'll prove yourself worthy of my trust right?" The sickle gets stuck at the brightest teal scale on her main head's forehead.

"Take this scale off and give it to me. This will be proof of your devotion to me." You whisper the command disguised as a request.

Without hesitation, Beisht's second head comes closer and you move away just in time to see her tug the scale off with her mouth. It's placed at your feet and it glimmers as you pick it up.

"It's beautiful Beisht. I will accept this as proof of your faith in me. It's time for me to be returned to the ship, do not forget what I have told you."

"Yes, your holiness." The attitude she has is much more subdued than the one she held when you first went down with her. You can now safely trust that in a worst-case scenario, you'll go to the ocean and have her bring you somewhere safe.

Fish and other sea creatures swim past you as Beisht brings you back to the boat. It's a lot further than when you left but that's no problem for the leviathan.

The Alcor is above you and Beisht only raises her head that has you on her above water. The air bubble dissolves and the sun shines down on you. The heat of it is welcomed after staying in the freezing deep for so long.

Yet it's the bright flash of electro that you are greeted with as Beidou jumps toward Beisht.

Thoughts bombard your mind on what to do, what to say. Electro, hydro, claymore, Beidou, Beisht, sickle, and defend!

With adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins, you bring your sickle up as a defense. Electro meets electro as the force of the blow keeps you both locked in place.

Planting your feet steady on Beisht's head, you grit your teeth and push harder against Beidou. In mere seconds your electro overpowers hers and Beidou is struck back to the boat with a pained yell.

The crew, Xinyan, and Xiangling rush to where Beidou was thrown. A sense of deja vu fills you as Kazuha jumps to you and quickly carries you away from Beisht.

After smoothly landing and setting you behind him, Kazuha brandishes his sword in Beisht's direction. The multiple cuts and bruises on his body show just how injured he got in the earlier battle.

A small part of you can't help but feel touched by his protection. Even though it's entirely unnecessary. Why didn't he immediately go check on Beidou? They are very close after all...

Letting that thought fade away, you place your hand on Kazuha's shoulder and smile reassuringly at him. Beidou grunts as she's helped out of the mess of broken wood.

A brief sense of vindication enters you at the sight of the multiple wounds on her, mostly likely from the previous battle. Splinters and new scrapes cover her exposed skin and a particularly big one went through her left palm.

The blood mixes with the wood chips as it drips off her palm. She's grabbing her weapon again and tries to head toward Beisht. Quickly you move to stand in front of her.

"It's alright Beidou, Beisht isn't going to attack anymore." Beidou's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of you. Not a single scrap or drop of blood is on you.

Turning back to Beisht, you motion her to leave with a hand gesture. Obediantly Beisht dives back into the water and disappears.

The waves start to calm and the clouds slowly disperse. You think of the electro you used against Beisht and Beidou. The control you have over it has been growing, despite how dangerous it is, you'll need more power.

Eyes widening in surprise you're spun around by Beidou as she checks your body throughly.

"I was so sure you died, I never meant to hit you with my claymore. I'm beyond grateful that the creator protected you." Your earlier spiteful joy at her injuries melts into guilt at the caring way she was handling you.

Smiling sheepishly you pat her uninjured shoulder.

"If the creator wanted me to die by Beisht then I would accept that wholeheartedly. I'm sorry for worrying you and everyone else."

That small petty part of you wanted to bring up how this all could have been avoided by just not provoking Beisht since they didn't know she was looking for you. But maybe you'll do that when everyone isn't injured.

"I'm not sure whether to applaud you or scold you for doing something so reckless but I think that would be counterproductive at this point."

Beidou shakes her head as she speaks before sighing. Turning back to her crew and friends her voice rises above the murmur of everyone else's conversation.

"Listen up everyone! Beisht has fled this area, but we can always be attacked at a later date. Get inside, rest up, and prepare to arrive at Liyue tomorrow morning!"

Multiple "Yes, Captain!" can be heard directly after her words before they scatter to various activities. You still need to talk to Beidou but she beats you to it.

"Y/N, I need to speak to you about the situation with Beisht. I'll get cleaned up in the medical bay and meet you at the head of the ship."

You nod and head to where she was pointing. Kazuha, Xiangling, and Xinyan follow Beidou to the medical bay. Would they be a part of whatever conversation Beidou wants to have with you?

Swinging your legs as you sit on the edge of the boat, the calm waves draw your gaze. What will Beidou tell you? What lies will you spin to protect yourself?

It's the thumps of footsteps behind you that alert you to Beidou's arrival. With a friendly smile directed at her, you suppress the urge to laugh at the feeling of eyes on you.

Xiangling is most likely in the kitchen as Guoba is nowhere to be seen. Kazuha and Xinyan on the other hand may have been instructed to watch or listen while hiding.

You already knew your stunt may have bad consequences if you aren't careful but you didn't think Beidou would make your job so easy. After all, the more people that hear this conversation, the farther your reputation will spread.

"Hope you didn't wait too long Y/N," Beidou speaks amiably as she strolls over to sit next to you. Her mood is hard to read with the way she smiles but you can still guess accurately.

"I'm all good, I would even say that the break was appreciated with how tired I was."

"Then let's not waste any more time. I'm not here to interrogate you as much as I'm here to explain myself. I put the Crux and you into a life-threatening situation and although everyone else knows exactly what can happen, you did not. I'm sorry about that."

Your feet hit the boat at a slow pace as you think about her words. Now that the anger and chaos of that situation has calmed down, you aren't nearly as annoyed. Not up to talking just yet, you simply nod.

Taking it in stride Beidou starts explaining.

"For the past few days, monsters and leylines have been unusual. The leylines are spawning in new areas with stronger enemies than usual. The behavior of the monsters is strange too. They wander around as if looking for something and the boss monsters have become less violent. It's worrying and on our way to Inazuma, I saw the ocean change. That's why I had Xinyan perform to draw attention."

Seems Beisht was right to guess that other monsters were becoming aware. Hilichurls may respawn but you aren't sure if another monster species that canonically don't regenerate will still be alive. You need to speak with the enemies most likely to recognize you.

"Seeing Beisht listen to you was shocking. I mean she has always been hostile towards people. I don't wanna push you to speak but I would like to know what happened."

"When I was forced onto the main deck to avoid being crushed by the boxes I saw a part of the battle. That's when I realized that I could understand Beisht and the creator ordered me to speak with her privately. Who am I to disobey? The conversation was enlightening, to say the least, and what you just told me has confirmed it."

Your dramatic and cryptic words confuse your listeners. Standing up and balancing on the edge of the boat you continue speaking.

"I have been granted a prophecy! Well more like a revelation of the current and future events. The creatures of Teyvat are exhibiting new behaviors due to the creator's will. Of course that doesn't mean we'll stop defeating them, just don't take it as some grand evil rising."

The nearly childlike joy you speak with only confuses Beidou further. She stands up and tries to hold your shoulder but you twirl away from the edge.

"When was the last time we saw sudden differences in behavior?" Your words are spoken with a carefree smile as you continue dancing away.

"That would be when the traveler arrived on Teyvat and leading to the awakening of acolytes of course!"

You playfully tug the white ahoge that sticks out from Kazuha's hiding spot. He doesn't even seem glum at being found so quickly.

"And why did that all start happening?"

The feeling of eyes watching you faded as Beidou moves closer to the spot you stood with spread arms. Xinyan wasn't here but that's fine, the story you've spun will be spread either way.

"Because the creator's return was starting to approach! It may be worrisome because the creatures may harm people more than they did before but that doesn't mean we can't celebrate that the creator is a step closer to coming back."

In reality, you just wanted more allies. Paraphrasing everything to fit the narrative that you desire was easy in this situation. Very few people could tell if you were lying or not after all. In fact, some would even-

"Agreed. At the same time this all has been happening, the wind had gotten stronger. It's crisp and clear, it has become more active in communication too."

Between your celebratory smile and Kazuha's serene expression, Beidou had nothing to refute with. Instead, a wide grin crosses her face and you stumble as she drags you and Kazuha down to the main deck.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Everyone's eyes are drawn to Beidou as she yells. "The creator is a step closer to coming back to Teyvat and we all witnessed it! So let's celebrate like we mean it!"

It's impressive how nearly all of them already grabbed a glass of beer and raised it at her words. Cheers were heard all around as they raised the glasses and drank cheerfully.

Beidou had already released you and Kazuha to grab her drinks. Your eyes linger on the bloodied bandage wrapped around her palm. It was still bleeding heavily.

A familiar tug on your clothes brings your attention down to Guoba.

"Lala? Lalala!"

You don't fight the caramel-colored panda as he drags you toward the kitchen. It also doesn't let you notice how Kazuha was reaching out to you before being dragged into a conversation.

Xiangling runs around the kitchen with a tired but bright smile as you are pulled in.

"Thank you Guoba for bringing Y/N here! You can have this spicy cornbread as a treat."

She's quick to place a plate of food on the table and return to cooking. The sight of Guoba's food reminds you of your last conversation with Xiangling.

Yeah, you aren't forgetting that for a long time.

"Sorry for calling you here after so much went on, I just had another favor to ask you. I was curious if you can bless food the same way the creator can."

Wasn't she the one who fought a leviathan, is still somewhat injured, and went straight to cooking??

"I've never tried to bless food before but I would be happy to try! What food exactly do you want me to bless?"

Blessing food the same way the creator does sounds a lot like how you would feed the characters in the game. The most likely method would be cooking the food yourself and seeing if it had any effects.

The only other way you could think of blessing food would be by putting some part of your body into it. Which would be disgusting and a pain to do so, so hopefully you just need to cook it.

"I want it for Beidou to heal her hand. It's bleeding pretty heavily and she needs it to use her weapon. I was thinking something easy like sticky honey roast."

"Then just leave it to me Xiangling, do you have the recipe?"

"Yep! Right here." She hands you a slightly charred paper before scurrying over to a pot that's almost boiling over. Would you need to cook this manually or just use a pot like in the game?

The recipe consisted of 3 meat, 2 carrots, and 2 sugar. Nothing else was written on it... How were you supposed to cook with only this?!

Sighing you take the ingrains as the young chef runs around the kitchen. With a lingering sense of unease, you drop the ingredients into the pot and light the fire.

You turn around to grab something to stir it and look back to see it cooked.

Standing there stunned, you look at the perfect sticky honey roast sitting innocently in the pot. Deciding to count your blessings, you serve it on a plate and confidently call it blessed food as you hand it to Beidou.

It works surprisingly well, the bandage is unwrapped to see the skin sewn back together and most likely repaired. Beidou whistles as she examines her hand.

"Gotta hand it to you kid, this is pretty impressive. I usually have to wait for the creater to come and heal me up or wait ages for it to get healed properly."

"This was all Xianglings idea, she deserves the praise. I'll be sure to tell her the good news." You leave as Beidou begins drinking faster with her healed hand.

So you basically never need to cook again, what luck! Would giving someone a fried egg, bring someone back to life? Or would it wake someone up from a concussion or coma? That would all depend on whether characters are dead or just passed out when their HP reaches 0.

Walking into the kitchen, Xiangling is busy putting the final touches on the feast she prepared.

"Got good news for you Xiangling. The blessed food worked and Beidou's hand doesn't even have a scar."

"That's great to hear! I was pretty worried she would have permanent damage or something. She always brushes her wounds off if they aren't life-threatening."

Xiangling pouts at the memory of Beidou's recklessness as you take the initiative to help her. The silence is nice but your thoughts keep wandering back to the human remains.

"Hey Xiangling, I've got a question for you but this might be the wrong time to ask." The look she sends you is one full of curiosity.

"What happened to the families of those you killed and made into food? Did they not get a burial, casket, or at least an urn?"

The expression she wears is a mixture of guilt and disgust.

"Blasphemous people like them do not deserve a funeral. They die and everyone will scorn them for betraying the creator. Most families disown that person or act like they were never part of their family."

She stays kneeling by the cart of food and Guoba trods over to her with his usual carefree attitude. She holds him close and speaks sadly.

"They do deserve punishment for what they did but I want to believe the creator would want them to perish with some good blooming from it. At least by cooking them, that person can help another life grow, and my cooking skill improve."

Each time you ask something like this whether it's Inazuma or Liyue, the situations are always so much worse than you thought. To think what you thought Xiangling did from some sick sense of worship, which isn't entirely false, was mostly born from her signature kindness.

Do you condemn her, comfort her, or encourage her?

"We may never know exactly what the creator thinks, all we can do is keep moving forward. For what it's worth, I don't think you're in the wrong. Your intentions are pure and it's not like your actions can make the situation any worse than it already is."

You bend down and place your hands on her shoulders. She looks up at you and smiles happier at your caring expression.

"Enough about that. Let's go bring these dishes out so we and everyone else can enjoy them. We should be celebrating after all!"

The prep she usually has comes back and she's pushing the cart as you follow behind her. Everyone cheers as Xiangling hands out food and people sit down.

Picking a plate of F/F, you sit on a crate next to Xinyan and Kazuha. Beidou seemed to disappear somewhere with Xiangling again.

The taste and texture are like nothing you've tasted before. Whatever she did to make your favorite food taste even better needed to be shared with you.

"Real happy with that dish aren't ya?" Xinyan comments as you basically inhaled everything but the plate.

"If this dish was meant to be savored then she shouldn't have made it taste this good."

Xinyan laughs at your words before continuing to eat the spicy food she has on her plate. By the overload of spices you can smell, it must be one of Xiangling's creations that Xinyan is so happy to try.

"Now that things have calmed down, I wanted to tell you that I loved your music! It was a bit worrisome with all the fire but I understand that you needed it for the battle."

"Aw, that's real nice to hear! Most of my performances tend to burn down the stage but rock 'n' roll is all about that kind of fire."

"Must have taken you a long time to learn how to use your instrument and vision without burning down everything."

Your comment is casual as you start eating one of the desserts Xiangling brought out. Alcohol is starting to be passed around, you aren't sure if you should drink or not.

"I practiced loads with people as the 'audience'. They all died during the test runs but it's fine since they were already known for being sacrilegious. Burning them to death as a sacrifice was the best thing they could hope for."

The dessert gets stuck in your throat at her words. Coughing a little, you keep your head down to avoid showing your face. Kazuha rubs your back trying to help you.

Was it a trend for pyro-vision women to tell you horrible things with complete ease?! First Xiangling with the cannabilism to Xinyan sacrificing people...

"That was legal, right? Do you still sacrifice people like that?" You struggle not to stutter and Kazuha is still watching you with that same worried expression.

"It is legal in Liyue with the right certifications. Not long ago you had that private concert with the burning of a few treasure hoarders if I remember correctly."

Xinyan nods in agreement at Kazuha's words.

Maybe you should stop being surprised and just expect everyone to have committed crimes like this. What's next? Brainwashing?

Kazuha and Xinyan continue to chat about whatever burning they may or may not have participated in as Xiangling comes over with some alcohol.

"Sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if any of you guys wanted some beer, rum, or grog. Grog is the lightest since it's just water and alcohol. I might just drink that since I just became old enough to drink."

"I'll just have a glass of beer, I have another concert tomorrow and the last thing I want is a hangover." Xinyan is quick to take a swing of the beer.

"I'll pass on the alcohol today, I drank enough yesterday." Kazuha glances at you as he speaks with a slightly nervous tone, no doubt remembering his behavior when he first met you.

"Could I have some rum? I wanna celebrate a lot after completing the first major mission from the creator." Discarding your previous thought of avoiding alcohol, you decided to drink to congratulate yourself for surviving this long.

Definitely not because you wanted a distraction from what you just heard from Xinyan. Nor of the idea that Liyue may be even harder to live in due to their dependency on Rex Lapis. That may or may not have also pushed them to be even more fanatic for the 'creator'.

The rum was sweet but it burned as it traveled down your throat. The strong liquor made your head spin for a split second. You're quickly coming to regret it.

"Hey, Kazuha? Can you watch over me as I drink? This rum is stronger than the drinks I'm used to."

You ask Kazuha with a flushed face as you rest on his shoulder. The lights shine down on you as everyone else is up enjoying themselves. As sweet as always, Kazuha smiles down at you and nods.

"I promise to watch over you. No harm will come to you especially as I don't plan on drinking a single drop."

Feeling reassured you thank him and continue drinking. The party is getting louder and messier with each drink given around.

Xinyan is singing and strumming her guitar as a good chunk of the crew sings along with her. Xiangling was passed out on a crate as her tolerance for it was still low. Beidou was the only one you couldn't see from your spot on Kazuha's shoulder.

"You're the work hard, play hard type huh?"

You sway a little as you jump in surprise at the voice so close to your ear. Kazuha peers around you at Beidou who was standing firmly despite the amount of liquor she already drank.

A feeling nags you that Beidou is still as sharp as ever. Someone who drinks as much as she does must have a high tolerance. The smell of alcohol is strong as she speaks.

"You didn't strike me like the type to drink rum, I would have thought you would go for a beer or just a single glass."

You follow her gaze to the multiple glasses next to you. It seems you drank a lot more than you initially planned.

"Don't look so disappointed Y/N! It's normal to want to relax with a good drink after such a long day. This is a celebration too. Let all your worries melt away."

She speaks with a cheer and your hazy mind makes you smile up at her. Your worries, anxiety, and general distrust of everything are the farthest thing in your mind.

The sharp smile Beidou sends Kazuha as he tightens his grip around your waist goes unnoticed. The weird tension that occurs is gone just as fast as it came and the liquor seems to hit you full force.

"I think I need to sleep, it's really hitting me now." Your head keeps falling onto his shoulder as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"I'll escort you to your room Y/N-" "And I'll join you two with Xiangling, poor girl couldn't even handle the grog."

Kazuha's face is frozen in a smile as you drunkenly nod at Beidou. Xinyan who is still pretty sober waves at you all and you wave enthusiastically back.

Giggling as the room spins you let your body rest on Kazuha as he helps you down the stairs. Xiangling is thrown over Beidous shoulder as she follows you both down the stairs.

"If I ever let myself drink after this, I wanna drink with you next time Kazuha. Wouldn't it be fun?"

"That does sound nice, I'm sure the wind will have us meet again after this trip." Kazuha's voice can be barely heard through the fog in your mind. A crooked smile is on your face as you nod sleepily.

Fears of the future seem far away at this moment. The fear of coming across a statue of the seven and Zhongli appearing is like a distant memory. The mental image of saying the wrong thing, getting caught with the wrong group, and getting a torturous death is comparable to a dream.

As the urge to close your eyes gets stronger and harder to resist, you instinctively adjust your mask.

Your fragile and most important defense against a repeat of the Ei situation. Terror squeezes your heart as you realize just how dangerous this situation is.

All it takes is for Kazuha to remove the mask during your drunkenness. Whether it be out of curiosity of your face or kindness thinking it would be uncomfortable to sleep with it on.

Nothing you think, worry, fear, or do will matter after that. Despite the dismay, your eyes close as the urge to sleep overtakes you. With your consciousness drifting away and your body in the ronin's mercy.

I was really excited to post this chapter. Everyone's reaction to Xiangling's cooking was super funny. (Fixed it up on mobile so forgive the mistakes.) On the topic of Beisht, I have to say that my original plan was to have it be a oc. Haishan's ancestor from the Archon War. But after everyone was guessing Beisht, I started thinking if it could work. And surprisingly it did! All the main points I had with the oc worked with Beisht. Plus Haishan was still able to stay as a kid cause a visionless Beidou defeating a whole sea monster god just doesn't make a lot of sense unless he wasn't full-grown. And I honestly don't want to create an oc if I don't have to. I don't trust myself that much. Xiangling's cannibalism was supposed to be just a one-time thing. But a certain person mentioned Hu Tao and I realized I forgot to incorporate the rest of the world into it. So that's what inspired me to think deeper on it. I'm quite happy with how it turned out! It confirms Xianglings kindness, and the cruelty of the cult, and can help excuse any future plot holes I may accidentally create. So thank you certain person that I will not name in case that's uncomfy. I also wanted to ask ya'll a question. Do you guys expect certain sagau tropes from this series? Like I incorporated popular stuff like healing foods, mentions of gold blood, etc. But the only thing that I've really made set in stone in my sagau is the cult au and imposter au (without a true imposter masquerading as Y/N). I'm asking since I don't want people expecting something like a character to recognize us (like Fatui or acolytes from Khanriah -kaeya for example). Then get disappointed when I don't ever do that. Not saying I won't have interactions with those characters! I just don't want to lead anyone on. If you read this far then thank you <3. I really appreciate ya'll support. Just seeing a notification that I got a heart, comment, reblog or message makes my day. Taglist: @vvyeislazzy, @nikqi, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @etherisy, @yourlocalstranger123, @ra404, @iruiji, @goldenglow149, @haru-tofuu, @lsleepysimpl, @bebobeboben, @yuyuzi-ling, @amidst-the-tempest, @resident-cryptid, @mxd1zzy, @mochicurls21, @nervouseaglelover, @thedevioussmirk, @yumuramma, @kwqsla, @undecidingfate, @ehjane, @game-savvy, @akiramirae, @sielt, @fluffy-koalala, @formacoon, @sxftiebee, @khxii-i, @ursinaw, @chuuya-brainrot, @sweetbills, @kazuchaos, @snowfoxnix, @bluebelony, @conspicuous-mayonnaise, @pencil-of-ashes, @ghostlyintervention, @taiformaifoe, @sielt, @goaudduck, @carminerin, @maddysflowers, @zenith-of-all-zeniths, @crazydreamcat, @leafanonsforest, @grimreapersscythe, @leylanx, @undecidingfate, @sapphireknown, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @zhonglisfruityass, @fluffy-koalala, @mer0n37, @victoria1676

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toomanyideasandfandoms · 8 days

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Can we have creator wanting to die thing you wrote but with Xiao or venti? İ love my anemo boys. Could be a tic, or if you're lasy just write it as what you think would happen i would appriciate both if you could 🫶

Oooo!! There's an idea! Actually these two would be very interesting to write for me.

Venti actually in my head is most likely one of the first to find out about the creator. I've already wrote how it happened in my first oneshot for this so you can scroll my profile for it. But! It's how he acts after that really gets my brain screaming. He would be such a depressed mess, absolutely devastated with himself for harming the divine. Seeing their body turn to ash while smiling had definitely messed him up a bit.

If he finds them again then all hell breaks loose, cause he is definitely gonna try and lock them in a safe place. Though that isn't really successful since creator being so mentally broken can and will find a way to experience another death. Though they can say goodbye to falling from high places as a method cause now the winds of Teyvat just refuse to let them end up as a splatter of muscle and blood, it's especially annoying in trying to push them to safety because of Venti's active paranoia over them.

He also would be helping Nahida in spreading the word to the other archons about the situation, though he very much will take the blame for being one of the first to harm them when they first arrived.

Xiao? Oh god Xiao has had enough trauma this is so painful dhskdjf. Because while Xiao I can see as more of a casual follower kind of, the fact that Morax would be such a big worshipper is probably the reason why Xiao would be protective of the Primordial Mother's honor.

It's why he would have the highest kill count, both to dispell any opportunity for Morax to get angry and to uphold the creator's honorable visage.

Which is why if I feel like the more he encounters the broken creator, who is constantly seeking for a more entertaining death, the more likely he becomes...almost worried? Like he would mainly think it's just another lunatic that is super obsessed with the creator that they physically changed their image to look like them as a way to feel closer, but as time went on and each one talks about the previous' death. He would definitely become suspicious.

Normally how I think about why no one found out right away from their first time killing the creator is because it's a common thing to not look at the body of an "imposter" or "heretic" as they die, solely because seeing them in such a state while having the Primordial Mother's face would be a disgrace to them. So they typically wait until the body is gone, and by then the golden blood has disappeared.

This is how Xiao would find out, he would directly look at them as they died before him to fully understand. And upon seeing that golden does the reality of the situation hit him harder than any karmic debt pain he's felt. All those countless deaths, all those bodies that piled up from him. It was the same god, the same creator who the entirety of Teyvat loved.

It's definitely going to eat at him, practically devour his mind and almost shatter his mental state. But instead of fully breaking down, he runs to Morax, the adeptus, anyone he can think of to try to rectify the mistakes he and the others of Liyue have made.

When the creator is put into a safe place by the time the entirety of Teyvat knows, he's the first to volunteer as a guard. To make up for not protecting them like he should've from the beginning. Though this isn't gonna be good for either's mental health since the creator would just beg him to kill them, and him begging them to not say such things and to please forgive him.

#sagau #genshin sagau #death seeking creator #just a quick thing #i like answering these spontaneously #so sorry if this isnt enough

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homecomingvn · 3 months

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Hey everyone! It's, uh, it's certainly been a minute.

If my brief return a few months ago and then radio silence yet again is any indicator, I'm sure most of y'all probably know where this is going.

HOMECOMING, as of now (and for the indefinite future) is going to be on hiatus, and maybe discontinued.

This project initially started out as a silly idea, a culmination of my love for the yandere vn community and the wonderful games it has created, and my original plot and cast of characters. In the beginning, I was trucking along, working on scripts, planning out routes, spending hours of research on coding and how to get this thing up and running. Not to mention, the attention my silly lil project garnered was a lot. At least to me. I've had a semi popular writing blog before, and was no stranger to inbox asks, and how they pile up, or the notes that popular posts can get.

I was far too ambitious in all honesty, and once the glitz and glamor of a new project wore off, I hit a massive wall. Hard. It seemed that to actually work on HOCO was much like pulling teeth - whether it was writing, drawing, or even *thinking* about it, I found myself sinking further and further into a imposter syndrome of sorts.

And well, I guess making this announcement is sort of proving it right.

Even so, I've always known when to take a step back, when to settle down -- and now, I'm just making it official. I owe you all at least that much.

The blog will be staying up - I have no plans to delete it in the slightest. I'll just log out of it most likely - I'll still be around on my personal tumblr, where I'll hopefully start being more active there again.

Nothing could have prepared me for just how much care, how much love you guys have shown HOCO - so much so, it's still hard to believe. All the fanart, the fanfic, the memes - they're all saved to my phone, in their own album. Thank you to all who have made amazing creations for my silly characters, as well as the countless asks y'all have sent - maybe one day I'll be able to answer all of them.

I really hope one day I can return to this project with fresh eyes -- I'm hoping real, substantial time away from it will help that process. There are other, personal projects that I've been doing that have helped that creative spark again, as well as indulging in traditional fandom activities, mostly fanart. Unfortunately, I think it's safe to say that my time in the Yan VN community is over for the time being, at least until/if I start working on HOCO again. (Or whenever I play the latest updates of 14DWY - I am the Leon Fan Club President after all ^^).

I've been rambling too long, and I think it's time to close this chapter for now. Thank you all again - and one last Henry for the road. They were there since the beginning of HOCO in 2019, so it feels right for them to be here at the end.

#🪳 - roachie scatter #♥️ - abt hoco #if you made it to the end thank you :3 #sorry about all the rambling - this has been rattling around in my head for months - im sorry it took this long

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nychta-luxury · 1 year

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An Imposter or a God's Helper? Part 2

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You have been playing in Darling's account while they focus on their studies, you notice many strange things happening that you never seen nor heard of, despite the fact you have been playing before Darling. You have thought about contacting Hoyo, however Darling stopped you. Your not sure why, but it's not your account to control so you let it be.

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Part 1 Part 2 (your here)

Warnings: Cult like behavior, Worship, Religious themes, Not proofread.

Darling AU

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It's been a few days since you started playing in Darling's account, you have to admit playing on their account is like playing an unreleased hard mode in genshin.

You continued to roam around the world opening chests and trying out characters you have always wanted but never able to get. Surprisingly, Although you played before Darling, in fact you were the one who introduced genshin to them, Darling has all the characters already.

Your not sure why but Darling has always been very lucky on genshin, whether it's artifacts, wepons or characters. They would never reach hard pity. But they do still expirance the tragic lose of 50/50 something no one can escape.

You sigh as you get yet another def% artifact with amazing substats. This is worse then getting no five star. You left the domain and looked for the next one to farm, but then

Ding Dong

DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG

...

There goes Darling spamming your door bell. They were always the playful type.

"Hold on! I'm coming." You yell, leaving your game open.

You opened the door and saw Darling,

"About time you visited bruh." you say

"I almost believed you abandoned me with your children, and ran away with some other person" You say dramatically, acting like one of those dramas where the father left the mother alone with their kids.

"Oh no, how could I ever leave you, what can I do to make it up for yo-" Darling was playing along before you cut them off

"Child support welkin."

"Shut yo goofy ass-"

"YOU OFFERED"

"whatever, anyways how has my account been doing? Hope they weren't too much of a hassle." Darling says, as if they are in some parent teacher conference. You roll your eyes

"A brat. I swear I lost my sanity playing on there" You say

"Ah, they tend to do that. If you want you don't need to look after it for me," Darling says with slight worry

"Nah, I can handle it. I can babysit your characters, they can be a bit tough, Darling however, they also are pretty fun to use"

"Good good, otherwise--" You hear Darling mutter about something but you couldn't hear it, it probably isn't important.

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The characters have gotten use to your presence, this doesn't mean they gotten fond of you. More like gotten use to your controlling them and your ways of control (playing style)

They still very much despise you, after all in their eyes you stole their grace from them and that is unforgivable.

As much as they want to minimize their damage, they still have amazing artifacts due to darling already building them. So sometimes they crite even if they don't want to, and yet you praised them for it, you would yell in joy after only hitting above 30k even if they did way better with their grace.

They are not sure why but whenever you praise them they feel a slight flutter in their chest.

But their number one objective is the creator, no matter what.

Suddenly they hear a loud bell ringing repeatedly, they are quite curious who this person is and what do they have to do with this imposter.

"Hold on! I'm coming." They hear you yell, they heard a door opening. However they can't see anything all they can rely on is their hearing.

Sadly they couldn't make out your conversation however.

"-----Darling however, they also---"

What.

Did you just call The Mighty One by their name?

Teyvat instantly fell silent, everyone froze. Not only did you take their grace's world you also dare to mention them informally?

Everyone had different thoughts.

'Who are you?'

'How dare an imposter call their grace informally. '

'What is your relationship with their grace maybe enemies?'

'When is their grace coming back.'

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After you logged off genshin a meeting was called in Teyvat

The Archons and nation leaders were called. Everyone was stiff, the room was very suffocating.

Ningguang was the first to speak up,

"As I'm sure everyone has heard, Teyvat is now being watched by an unknown individual."

Zhongli nodded and continued for her

"It also seems like this imposter has similar powers to their grace. They somehow mange to obtain one of the most known power of the creator."

Everyone was dreadfully aware of this, and many questions have yet to be answered or showed any signs of it.

Raiden decided to speak up

"I suggest we start a rebellion, it's clear that this individual believes that they can just steal the all mighty's place. As their grace's acolytes shouldn't we discard this imposter?"

"Now now, we shouldn't act so irrational now. After all we have very little information about this imposter, there are many things we have yet to consider. From what I can see all we know is that that person knows the creator so much they can even mention them informally."

Yae Miko says, the room knows she is right, there is too little information about this person. There are countless possibilities on what happened.

"Who knows maybe they might even be lovers." Yae Miko mentions, playing a very dangerous game.

"Or they might just be enemies, after all we don't know their identity. Whos to say they are lovers when we couldn't even discover? Heh."

Venti says still singing rhymes even with how serious the situation is. Although he did sound a little passive aggressive.

"Hm yes yes my apologies. " Yae Miko says half heartedly.

"I have to agree with Barbatos with this one. The chance of them even being friends are low. After all there were no mentions of it in any ancient scriptures or in any book." Jean says

"Yes, I believe that we should lable this person as an enemy, we have no clue what this person has done to their grace, they might of even stole their powers. It could explain why they manage to use the powers of the might one. Perhaps they even sealed them away."

Once the Tsaritsa said those words everyone fell silent. She might be right about this, after all it does explain a lot of things and why they haven't even seen their grace.

Everyone decided to bring their grace back to Teyvat, they will aid the might one on getting their powers back.

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Welp thank you for reading part 2! Don't worry there will still be a small revenge but I need to get some lore in first

Tag list: @dreamlessnight @mushroomsfordays @ciaratomioka1432 @almighty-raiden-shogunate @thesnakefromafar

#genshin sagau #sagau #genshin impact #Darling au #genshin cult au #Reader is not Darling

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semperama · 2 months

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Soak + dosh please

This is way too long for tumblr and I'm sorry, but it totally ran away with me. Also there is going to be a Part 2, I promise. Also I'll put it on AO3 later when I can think of a title lmao. Please forgive me because I have no idea how to write Josh yet, but this was fun!!

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It’s probably crazy for Daniel to be in the back half of his 30s and still feel like a fucking imposter all the time.

He opens the door to Josh tossing a football back and forth from hand to hand, mouth curved into a grin, and has to bite down on the inside of his cheek just until it hurts, just to make sure this is real. He heard a story once—maybe an urban legend—about a man who was in a coma and thought he lived a whole entire life, great job and wife and kids and the whole nine. Sometimes he thinks that could be him. F1 driver, friends with fucking—movie stars and NFL players. It’s all a little much when just a minute ago he was a kid with goofy hair and crooked teeth and a sense of humor no one got.

“Hey,” Josh says, with his stupid handsome face. “Good to see you, man.”

Daniel steps back to let Josh in and wills the blood vessels in his face to fucking cool it. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he jokes. Another thing to be self-conscious about, this stupid-huge house that’s always empty. It’d be great for parties, but Daniel’s never thrown one.

They should have made other plans, Daniel thinks. A concert. A movie. A bar. Hanging out at home—who does that? Teenagers?

“Humble indeed,” Josh says with a chuckle, elbowing Daniel in the ribs as he walks by. “They don’t pay you anything to drive those cars, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m barely scraping by.” Daniel settles into the banter, grateful for it. “Can I get you anything? I have water, stale bread, maybe some mouse droppings…”

Josh throws his head back at that one, his laugh sending electric tingles down Daniel’s spine. “No beer hidden anywhere?” he asks, and Daniel grins at him, indulgent.

“I think I can rustle one up for you, maybe.”

He waves Josh out to the patio and then heads into the kitchen to grab two bottles out of the fridge. It’s the middle of the season, just a couple weeks until he has to be in Austin, so he probably should be sticking to clear liquor if anything, but who’s here to judge him?

“Did you bring that for me?” Daniel asks when he emerges into the sunshine, nodding at the football Josh cradles in one palm as the takes the beer bottle from Daniel with the other.

The corner of Josh’s mouth tilts upward. “You just about creamed yourself last time we tossed the ball around,” he says. “I figured I’d make your day.”

“My year, more like.” Daniel can’t deny it; Josh has his number on this one. “I don’t want you to be bored, though. You do this for a living.”

“You ever get tired of racing?” Josh asks.

Daniel chuckles, shaking his head. “Touche.”

There’s no grassy field behind Daniel’s house to play in, but they make do with the long strip of pool deck, all the chairs pushed to the side. At first, they just toss the ball back and forth lazily. That’s honestly enough for Daniel, just watching the satisfying spiral of the ball and feeling the slap of leather against his palms. It’s warm and breezy and Josh keeps grinning at him—he could do it all fucking day.

But eventually he gets antsy, wants to make sure Josh is still having fun, so he starts trying to make things difficult, prancing back and forth, sometimes running to the other side of the pool. It feels better when Josh is laughing at him. It feels like he’s pulling his weight.

“Come on, really throw one,” he says, holding his hands up in preparation. Josh chuckles at him, pulls his arm back, hesitates, and then lets it fly. This time, when it hits Daniel’s hands, the sound is loud, echoing. It fucking stings.

Daniel wants it again.

“Is that, like, your maximum?” he asks as he lobs it back.

Josh grins and shakes his head. “Nah, man. I don’t want to hurt you. You gotta be able to hold a steering wheel in a few days.”

“Oh, come on,” Daniel says, hopping from foot to foot and shaking out his arms. “You won’t hurt me. I can take it.”

Josh quirks and eyebrow at him. “You sure do talk a big talk, Ricciardo.”

All the blood rushes to Daniel’s face. He can only hope he’s already red enough from exertion and the sun that Josh won’t notice. Josh seems so fucking implacable, but Daniel’s been soaked in sweat and breathing hard for a while now, his t-shirt clinging to his chest. He pinches the fabric and unsticks it, letting some of the breeze in, but doesn’t help much.

“Just once,” Daniel says, unable to help the pleading note in his voice. “I want to know what it’s like.”

Josh walks over to the table near the house where their sweating beer bottles sit and takes a long swig. Daniel watches the bob of his throat, watches him lick the moisture from his bottom lip when he sets the bottle back down. When he turns back toward Daniel, he starts tossing the ball from hand to hand again, putting a spin on it, the silence stretching until it makes Daniel’s skin prickle with discomfort.

“Alright,” Josh says at last, “but I don’t want to hear your crying if it hurts.” He beckons Daniel with two fingers. “Come here. I need to show you how to catch it first.”

“I know how to catch it,” Daniel says, but he jogs over anyway.

“You know how to catch a ball thrown by a buddy,” Josh says. When Daniel stops a couple feet away, Josh lunges for his wrist and drags him in closer. “You don’t know how to catch a pass thrown by one of the most powerful arms in the NFL.”

“Fuck,” Daniel says, embarrassingly, out loud. He jerks his wrist out of Josh’s hand and wipes his palms on his shorts. “Fine, fine. Show me, then.”

Josh tucks the ball into his armpit, then cups his hands together, a foot or so out from his chest. “This is the way you have been catching it,” he says. “Which is good if you’re a professional receiver. But this time—” He brings his hands to his chest and turns his palms upward— “let it hit your chest first and kinda fall into your hands.”

He motions for Daniel to show him, and Daniel mimics his hand placement as best he can, hands cupped near his stomach. Josh rolls his eyes and puts his hands under Daniel’s, nudging them upward and squeezing, molding them into the shape he wants. His fingers are softer than Daniel thought they’d be, maybe a little callused but still gentle. Daniel can feel his heart thundering against his ribs, and he can only hope Josh can’t feel it too, close as he is.

“And, uh,” Daniel says, voice cracking, “what’ll happen if I don’t to it right?”

“Oh, nothin’ much.” Josh grins, winks at him. “Just a broken finger or two, maybe. But I hear you already have some experience with that anyway.”

Daniel lets out a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “Christ.”

“I’m just messing with you,” Josh says. “I’ve never broken anyone’s fingers.” He pushes on Daniel’s shoulder, like he’s trying to wrestle some of the tension out of him, then points past Daniel’s ear to the far side of the pool. “Go to that corner over there. Then put your hands like I showed you. I’ll put the ball where it needs to be, and you’ll be fine.”

If Josh keeps talking like that, Daniel’s pretty sure he’s going to embarrass the hell out of himself. His shorts are too loose, too thin, and he’s already half hard in them. He wonders, sometimes, if players get like this during games, if it’s normal to be turned on by the perfect tight spiral or the smack of leather against your skin. He’s not sure if it’s the game, the thrill of it, or if it’s Josh, all that power right up close, all of it focused on Daniel.

He turns and jogs back over to the far side of the pool, getting as close to the edge of the deck as he dares. Sweat is dripping into his eyes, and swiping a forearm across his head doesn’t help much. After this, a cold shower. He fucking needs it.

“Alright,” Josh calls to him, “you ready?”

Daniel puts his hands in position and looks to Josh for approval. “Like this?”

“That’s fine,” Josh says. “A little higher, maybe.” Daniel brings his hands up another inch, and Josh nods at him. “That’s good. Now…don’t move.”

The windup feels like it takes forever. Daniel watches Josh’s arm, the bulge of his bicep, the way the muscles of his forearm shift as he brings the football up past his ear. His feet jig a little, his body arcs back. The expression on his face—it’s like he’s already so fucking pleased with himself, and he ball hasn’t even left his hand yet. Daniel wants to reach down and adjust himself, but he can’t move. He isn’t allowed to move. Josh told him not to.

Then, suddenly, the ball is shooting through the air, so fast Daniel can’t even track it like he should. Good thing Josh is a pro and didn’t need Daniel to track it. It hits his chest right where it was supposed to, so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of him, and his fingers curl around it instinctively, hugging it into his body.

“Holy fuck, mate,” Daniel says in disbelief. His palms are still stinging from the last throw, and now his chest aches, and—he feels like he’s losing his mind, but he wants more. It’s still not enough. He wants to catch ten more passes like this. Twenty. He wants his whole chest to hurt, his whole body to be one big bruise.

“You okay?” Josh says, and suddenly he’s right there in front of Daniel again, prying the football out of his hands. “All good?”

“Yeah, I—” Unthinkingly, Daniel reaches down and lifts up the hem of his shirt, looks down at his chest. He expected—maybe was hoping—to see a mark there already, but the skin is just a little red, a faint starburst in the center of his breastbone.

“You’ll have a hell of a bruise there tomorrow,” Josh says. He pokes the spot with two fingers, and the throb of pain makes Daniel’s dick throb in sympathy. If Josh looks down, Daniel’s fucked.

Of course, Josh does look down.

“Hmm.” The sound comes from somewhere deep in Josh’s chest, and this time Daniel’s whole body throbs. “Is that for me? Or the ball?”

That nervous laugh bubbles out of Daniel’s mouth again. He feels so fucking unsexy right now, like he’s in one of those nightmares where’s he’s shown up to school in his underwear. “I dunno, dude,” he says. “You get a personal demonstration of the talent of someone you admire and see how you react.”

“Mhm,” Josh hums again, thoughtfully this time. “No, I know.”

He touches Daniel again, pressing his thumb against the spot on Daniel’s chest and rubbing gently. Anymore of this, and Daniel’s going to have to climb out of his own skin. He takes a deep, shaky breath and pastes on a smile, then steps backward so Josh’s hand is hovering in midair, nothing left to touch.

“Anyway.” Daniel steps out of his shoes. He tugs his shirt off the rest of the way, refusing to notice whether Josh is still looking or not. “I gotta get out of this heat. You coming?”

He’s a coward, but he doesn’t wait for Josh’s answer, only steps around him and takes a flying leap into the pool. The cool water closes over his head like relief. He floats there, weightless, until his lungs burn.

#daniel/josh #dosh #my writing #f1 #sorta #sorry but i had to post this right away #because i'm self-conscious and i'll never post it if i don't post it right now ahaha

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 2 months

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Hello hope ur having an amazing day/afternoon/night

So for the "if you weren't alone" how about the Hunting dogs with a GN reader? Take your time and make sure to take care of yourself

If you were not alone

Part III

Characters: Self-Aware! Hunting Dogs

Reader: Adult! GN! Reader

Warning: English is my second language

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🐕‍🦺You were tried. Today, you and Hunting Dogs were having one of your traditional camping trips. Thanks to Teruko's and Fukuchi's training, you have become tougher. Still, you were tried and were thankful, when you finally set up a camp.

After dinner, you go to your tents and fall asleep

You were the last one to woke up. A familiar redhead looked inside the tent. Tachihara looked worried.

"[Y/N], you are awake, good... Listen... My dear Hyacinth... You probably should take a look at that..."

You climbed out of the tent and looked around. Your gaze immediately stopped on the familiar Statue of the Seven, standing on an island in the middle of the lake.

You were in Starfell Valley, on a Cider Lake shore.

The rest of the Hunting Dogs were not only up, but already were in their uniforms. A fire was burning and aromas of porridge and tea were coming from a pot and kettle, that were put above the fire.

"[Y/N], does this place look familiar to you?" Teruko passed a bowl with porridge and a cup full of hot tea to you.

You braced yourself. Explanation will take time.

🐕‍🦺 You tried your best to answer questions about Teyvat. About nations and elements. You answered questions about the game. That nothing strange was happening in your game. No insane luck, no new voice lines, no new menus, no new characters (that weren't announced), no reaction to you talking or petting the screen, no strange emails, no gifts. Genshin Impact looked like absolutely normal game.

After the breakfast was done, Hunting Dogs got the most basic information about Teyvat and were as confused as you were about Teyvat being real.

But you can't get answers just staying in one place. After you collect your belongings (with tent, sleeping bags), Hunting Dogs and you start walking. To Mondstadt.

Just to make sure, that you stayed safe, Fukuchi asked you to walk in the middle of the group, while he was walking before you, Tachihara and Teruko were walking on the sides and Jouno and Tetchou were walking behind you.

Your journey has begun.

🐕‍🦺 Mondstadt greet your group with yelling, Knights of Favonius with their weapons out and a mob who wanted blood.

"HERETIC! IMPOSTER WITH A HERD OF SINFUL CULTISTS!" You didn't know, that Kaeya could yell. Or even use 'heretic' negatively. You could see, how Hunting Dogs slowly drew their swords. In a last attempt to explain yourself and try to resolve the conflict, you carefully put your hand on Fukuchi's arm and stepped before him. Dozens of angry eyes stared at you. You cleared your throat.

"I am not an imposter. My friends aren't cultists! We got lost and just wanted to find a way home... AAA!"

"SILENCE YOUR LIES, CREATURE!"

A small stone hit you on a forehead. The hit was painful, but, thankfully, not strong enough to cause serious damage.

But was strong enough to cause damage to the person, who threw the stone.

🐕‍🦺 You left Mondstadt. With Klee as your guide, you were going to the Dragonspine to find Albedo. And Mondstadt was left with beaten up knights, scared civilians and a new baby, who just an hour ago were an adult, who liked threw stones.

Still, no one in Mondstadt realized, that you weren't an imposter. In their eyes, you became an Imposter with a horde of demons under your command.

After you left, Jean reached to Fatui delegation. Maybe, Harbingers could help to capture you.

Meanwhile, you and Hunting Dogs, together with Albedo, finished planning your next move. You would move from nation to nation, searching for Alice. Albedo promise to keep in touch with her, asking her to either stay as long as she can in one nation, or go to you, if you find a safe place somewhere in Teyvat.

Time to move forward.

🐕‍🦺 After Zhongli's and his adeptis attack on you and Hunting Dogs, you decided to stay away from the city.

Still, the situation wasn't as bad as it can be. You had quite a good number of helpers (you, Jouno and Fukuchi had to make sure, that Tetchou won't try to cook for Xiangling as a 'thank you for help'. You didn't want to get on kind girl's bad side), and, while being accused and hunted was terrible, you had your friends with you.

Right before you decided to move to the next nation, your camp was attacked.

By Fatui.

And by Tartaglia, Eleventh Fatui Harbinger.

⚔️ While Teruko and others were protecting you from Fatui solders, Fukuchi was fighting Childe. Fukuchi has to admit, that Childe was a dangerous enemy and a skillful warrior. Fukuchi knew, that he shouldn't underestimate him. And Fukuchi won't underestimate himself either.

Especially, after Childe transformed into a Foul Legacy.

Childe tried to focus on a battle and ignored that tiny quiet voice, that begged him to stop attacking and believe "Impostor's" words. He must destroy the old man and the rest of your horde and capture you.

Childe raised an eyebrow, when the old man picked up a small stone from the ground. Was he desperate enough to start throwing junk? The old man threw the stone. And hot, white pain filled Childe's senses. His left shoulder, where the stone hit him, was burning with pain. The bone shattered, skin was broken. Transformation was cancelled.

Childe, in his human form, was laying on the ground, howling with pain. Behind Fukuchi, the remaining Fatui soldiers finally surrender. They collect their fellow soldiers and Tartaglia and left you alone.

You hopped, that you won't run in other Harbingers.

🐕‍🦺News about Childe's defeat spread through Teyvat. And almost everyone were terrified of your group. Now, instead of 'Sinner' and 'Heretic' you were greeted with 'Begone, Monsters' and 'By the power of Holy Creator, return to the depth of The Abyss you have crawled from!'.

People were now afraid, but, thankfully, Nahida was helping your group. Staying with Aranaras was fun. For some reason, they start adoring Jouno and Fukuchi, and it became a current occurrence, when they were sitting on the ground, discussing something, and Aranaras were climbing all over them.

Unfortunately, harbingers didn't give up yet.

You didn't know about most of the attempts.

You didn't know about Fukuchi fighting with Pierro and winning.

You didn't know about a bird-like mask in Jouno's bag. About Dottore, who was unfortunate enough to ran into Jouno and Arabalika and demand Hunting Dog to give aranara and you to him.

You didn't know about Arlecchino's and Teruko's quarrel that ended in child Arlecchino on a doorstep of House of the Hearth.

You didn't know about Tachihara destroying Sandrone's robot, when she was searching for you.

You didn't know about Tetchou's fight with Capitano. The moment Tetchou got his grip on Capitano's claymore, he got an advantage over the strongest warrior in Teyvat. Because "controlling a blade that was making loops and barrels" wasn't one of Capitano's abilities. Tetchou was victorious.

But four Harbingers still remain. And Cryo Archon was still here.

🐕‍🦺 When you got a letter from Albedo (through Alhaitham) about Alice whereabouts, and Nahida, thanks to her powers, confirmed it, Hunting Dogs and you left Sumeru and start your trip to Snezhnaya through Fontaine's port.

🐕‍🦺 Unfortunately, the delegation was waiting for you in Fontaine. Tsaritsa, healed Childe, Columbina and Pantalone with Fatui troops were waiting for you.

The battle has begun.

Hunting Dogs tried to keep you away from battle. You followed their plan, until you noticed Pantalone, who was aiming a musket at Tetchou, while he was facing another direction.

You acted fast.

You and Pantalone, both gripping one musket, as a small tornado rushed through the battle. Each of you were trying to get the musket solely to yourself. Your fight were good enough destruction, Fatui's troops were jumping away, trying not to get in your and Pantalone's way.

You growl. You hated being in Teyvat. You hated being afraid for Hunting Dogs life. You missed others. You were tired of Fatui's ambush.

You wanted to go home.

The portal opened under your feet.

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🪢🦀🐁 It's been almost a month since you and Hunting Dogs have disappeared. Everyone was looking for you. While Hunting Dogs would never let anything bad happening to you, there is a chance, that you were separated. And the fact, that there were no trails left, made everyone worried. Fyodor and Dazai weren't sleeping. They were discussing, what to do next. And thinking about the ways to make Katai and Higuichi stop to share their "theories" about your disappearance. Because, if Fyodor heard another "[Y/N] and Hunting Dogs get secretly married and then run away from home to who knows where" from Katai, he will do something drastic to Katai. Same story was with Dazai and Higuichi's "They built a bunker under the forest and hid there from aliens, I know for sure!".

Suddenly, they have heard the loud crash coming from the barn.

🐕‍🦺 Sounds were loud enough to wake everyone up. When everyone got to the barn, they saw a bizarre situation.

You were trying to take away a strange gun from a rich-looking guy, while Hunting Dogs tried to get you away from each other.

🐕‍🦺 Pantalone, startled by the appearance of other people, lose his grip. You immediately pull the musket from his grip and hit Pantalone on the head with the butt of a musket. Pantalone, unconscious, fall on the ground. Only then you realized, that you were back.

🐕‍🦺 It would take time to explain everything to others. One thing for sure. You were very grateful, that you and Hunting Dogs were together. You had a feeling, that the Teyvat journey would be much worse, if you were alone.

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Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #sagau impostor au #imposter sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #imposter au #Self-Aware Fukuchi Ouchi #Self-Aware Teruko Okura #Self-Aware Michizou Tachihara #Self-Aware Saigiku Jouno #Self-Aware Tetchou Suehiro

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sevencolorsatlast · 1 year

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Reverse Isekai SAGAU - Your Favorite Character Misses You (Part 1)

Part 1 (You're Here!) || Part 2

Edit 1: Added more headcanons! I've missed some details I had on mind ;w;

This wholesome idea came up out of nowhere after reading a bunch of Imposter SAGAU reverse isekais whereas a bunch of characters yeet themselves into the Creator's/Player's world to apologize for killing them at the first place.

What if, by chance, they ended up in your world while you were away for a very long time? Not really you being an Imposter or anything; it’s like the game telling you “Remember your favorite character you often play as? They actually miss you a lot. I’m gonna send them to you pronto!” then they just appear out of nowhere and scare the living shit out of you as they land in your house.

Other Notes: Default SAGAU / GN!Reader / Headcanon / +400 Words

Due to the sudden teleportation, they usually have items on their hands (an open book, a pen, a musical instrument or even their weapon) or look like they are going to who-knows-where, frozen in mid-walk/mid-run.

It’ll take them a while to get them accustomed to the modern world. Now, there will be a lot of room for creativity here!

Examples: they call you "Your Grace/Your Excellency, etc." and you keep correcting them to call you by your name because you know people will give you weird looks if you and your fave are in public; teaching them what an internet meme is; they can practically borrow your/your old relatives' clothes (if it fits them) or outright steals from someone else if they are cunning enough that can get you into trouble; asking what are the names moving vehicles and you can (1) tell them what they are called (2) troll them by calling it something ridiculous and they repeat after you with a puzzled look on their faces. Be creative! :D

(forgot to add this detail oops) Depending on how high your friendship level is with your fave. If it's between Level 1-5, they are powerless as heck but will help you whenever they can.

But if you have Level 6-10 Friendship, they can summon their weapon out of thin air to protect you even if they don't have their Vision powers with them.

Poor Catalysts users. Depending on who they are: throw their weapon at someone's face as distraction / use their martial prowess (aka beating the living daylights out of a person) / use their galaxy brain intelligence to get you both out of trouble / grab your hand to run as far away as possible to get you to safety.

However, their stats/artifacts are still on effect so imagine your fave getting into a fight and won the 50-50 Crit Rate/DMG with their hit / whatever weapon they are using.

When you finally open the game, you see an empty space in your roster/character menu but displays their name and everything like before - their artifacts you gave them, same weapons and talent levels too.

For them to get back, this is silly but very wholesome - you need to make their favorite/specialty dishes and they eat it. Simple, right? Probably yes for some characters, probably no with most… as you tried to rack your brains on how to even properly cook, replicate the look/design, AND how it tastes.

Wait, have you ever tasted similar dishes to theirs beforehand? And what if you have allergies to a certain ingredient? They will/can help you but where on earth would you find that one ingredient exclusive to a certain store?

Also, good luck not setting your kitchen on fire because I assume all of them haven’t seen a modern kitchen before.

Once you miraculously successfully replicated their dish in real life, they can go back to their world and you can play as them in the game as usual. They can basically go back and forth by making their specialty dish and offering it to your shrine whenever they want to see you again.

#genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #genshin brainrot #sagau #sagau x reader #seven's tag

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multiplicationdivision · 4 months

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Some Prometheus Shit

Xavier pulled his muddy new twin out of the mud. He’d been copied down to his clothing choice for the day, donning the same old shirt, same old shorts and brand new sneakers under all that mud. It would have been awkward for the two if the other guy had been formed as if he was actually born a minute ago, like a body horror film.

The man was the image of him, smiling lazily as if Xavier digging him out was a favor. If they were anyone else, they’d surely have a reaction to this shit. Xavier was chill though, and so was this guy apparently.

“Thanks for the help, Xavier” the guy said, talking in the same slowness that Xavier always heard from videos. Other people would cringe at the sound of themselves, but Xavier was pretty fine with it. Not exactly orgasming over it, but comfortably neutral. It fit him pretty well, not too low, not too high.

“No problem, Xavier” he said in the same candor, fully detaching the guy from the sticky mud. It was funny to treat this guy as if he hadn’t just formed out of his backyard. Xavier, the original, didn’t mind. He’d been the one to feed the mud with his DNA, straight from his morning jacking off. He’d supposed there was likely other ways to get your DNA, but anything else felt too much like he was actually experimenting. A scientist would probably work themselves up to human testing after seeing an opossum duplicate in their backyard.

Xavier wasn’t a scientist, he was just opportunistic. First thing he’d done after seeing that second creature emerge from the rainy dirt, he’d done a little science. Watched those opposums scurry away as his spunk sunk in and the mud began to clump together. A solid body forming beneath the puddle of muddy water as Xavier waited with two beers. Figured he’d supply the other guy with a drink after the process of being born. Seemed tiring.

They’d shared their beers, both relaxed as they mindlessly kicked mud back into the pit. Xavier had been half sad for the other guy, with his own sneakers so dirty, but that resolved itself. Whatever leftover mud present on his clone seemed happy to sink into him, leaving the man spotless unlike Xavier, who still had dirty hands from pulling his twin out of the muddy womb.

He needed to wash this shit off of him before he could get to their plans. They had a lot considering the short time between watching a creature duplicate and watching his own clone form.

“I’ll inform the boys of the success while you clean up, Handsome” his clone sad, smacking his butt as he pulled out his perfect duplicate of Xavier’s phone. It really was a perfect recreation, both the phone and the way the guy pushed him towards their backdoor and felt him up.

“Tell them to use the less muddy patch” he said, intending to give the others an easier time with getting their own clones out. Mud, it turns out, acted just like quicksand when you were pulling a guy out of it.

“Yeah, already figured. You looked like you were going to shit yourself” the other said, as if he hadn’t just stood there like a limp princess. If Xavier had been in the guy’s place, he would have done the same, lazy fucks as they were. Wasn’t his fault that he got a little turned on when other folks were in control, like his clone now, who probably had access to all his contacts and accounts from his mud phone. It was maybe too hot, watching the guy type away to Xavier’s friends as a perfect little imposter.

His dick was already a stiff rod, happy despite the fact that he’d jacked off just under fifteen minutes ago. His duplicate’s was much the same, twinned tent in his shorts. Xavier was confident to say that they could let the others do their shit on their own time, whilst they got on to some more important things.

He loved his buds, but sometimes a little alone time really hit the spot.

Thomas saw Xavier’s text and couldn’t even really tell if it was a joke. The man was aloof and often a little weird, but he never pulled good pranks. Xavier was also dogshit at photoshop, so the image Thomas had been sent of himself with an identical twin certainly hadn’t been anything the guy could accomplish. The man refused help too, so it wasn’t like he’d commissioned it.

Thomas found himself at the guy’s front gate, reading two texts from Xaviar on the group chat, sent at the same time.

busy with myself. Just come in if yur bored. busy having sum alone time. Go wild boys

Another text came in a second later, just as Thomas slammed the shitty gate open.

Oh lol, we tried being sneaky about texting. Clone shit. Don’t bother us, clone yourself.

Thomas was impressed by this whole thing if it was true. Far above the effort that Xavier typically put into a prank.

Thomas was hoping this wasn’t a prank though.

He had two dates next week, both at the same time with two absolute killers. Hinge had caught some pretty big fish this week and he was beyond greedy. He was just too romantically horny for one man. A clone sounded perfect.

Xavier and the other guys would tolerate how much he talked about his dates, but they really couldn’t give half a shit. Another him though would bring a whole new world to his dating game. Two Toms playing the field, they could probably get through entire towns if they tried hard enough.

He wasn’t even that worried about jealousy. If they wanted to both make out with the same person, he’s sure they’d just switch out halfway through. Pretend like he had unreal stamina. Or just woo someone as a pair of twins, call one of them tommy or something.

Xavier had sent a text with instructions and they were odd for sure.

DNA I think. Just wacked it haha. Possums didn’t do that tho, I think. Not like I watched a Possum jack it. Can they do that?

Throw in dirt (avoid lots of mud) and bake.

Clone. Love mine. No duplicate murder pls. Won’t help you bury it, sounds messy.

Go home. I’m busy.

Thomas decided to just spit into the least muddy area he could find. Seemed better than jacking himself off in case that Xavier was filming this.

It was faster than he expected. The saliva sunk into the still quite muddy dirt and immediately churned into it. A shape was sculpted out of it, rising from a growing water filled hole in the earth as the mud removed itself. Texture phasing across the surface of it until it became familiar. Muscles and dark hair, sprouting across the body. The jeans shorts, tank top and sneakers he’d worn on the off chance the rain would let up enough for some hoops.

Thomas would be able to play two on one now.

He helped the forming man remove himself from the sticky mud, pulling an arm and a leg free as the guy drank him in.

“This is so cool” the new Tom grinned. Thomas couldn’t help but say it back to him, already feeling his mind switch from hesitating, to the idea of who they would take home tonight. Imagining himself kissing this other self just so he could see the face on the shmuck who’d swiped right, probably cumming at the mere sight of their twin act.

“We are going to slaughter Grindr tonight”

“Yeah we fucking are”

“Can I pretend to be the little brother?”

“You’re the clone so it’s not wrong”

“You’re the clone!”

They cackled to themselves, deciding to leave the backyard without telling Xavier. He was probably “busy” fucking himself, that loser. They didn’t even need to ask each other about their plans, one of them already on the task of searching out some poor boy to blow the mind of. The other had his foot on the gas, speeding away to the park. They could shoot some hoops while they let their lure catch some minnows.

It was going to be good having a partner in crime.

Zeke wasn’t a freak like his two friends. He had a good job, a good personality, a good life. None of Xavier’s goblin ways and none of the overpowering horniness that Thomas spent his life embarrassing himself with. Zeke was charming when he wanted to be and successful when he needed to be. An ideal tradesman, earning way more than he’d ever expected he would

Zeke was helping his other self dig up their third though, so maybe he wasn’t perfect. He’d come here just to see if Xavier had a gas leak again. It had happened once and the man had done some truly crazy shit high on it, so Zeke was just trying to prevent that.

Xavier hadn’t opened the door and at some point Zeke had decided to humor the guy. Stuff a single pulled hair into the drying dirt and then text Thomas to see what he was up to. Maybe break into Xavier’s to make sure he hadn’t died.

The soil had come alive and then there were two of him. Their brains both seemed to break.

Two hadn’t seemed like enough. Zeke didn’t know which damaged part of his psyche said that, but suddenly he couldn’t be twins. That was oddly ridiculous. Twins seemed so boring, there were thousands of them.

An odd number seemed better, so one of him had pulled out a hair from the other and stuffed it inside all the same. Living churning dirt and then there were three. A smiling face looking up at the both of them, making his heart clench as his mind screamed.

He was lucky that the newest of their band wanted all their attention, else he would’ve ripped out a few more hairs to get to the next odd number. Their truck would’ve definitely failed in that.

Something about the sight of himself in those boots and camo shorts felt like crack. He’d bought them enjoying them in the mirror, shamelessly checking himself out. It was hotter in 3D though, the full definition making his body want to launch at them, just so he could feel what was under all those shorts. Objectively, he’d seen it all, but not like this.

Zeke wanted to watch these boys fuck or fight each other, wrestling in some way to make his brain chill out with enough to at least make him finish. It wouldn’t end there, he was well aware. He could feel the rest of his life lay out from here, everyday a struggle to not come back here and add another to the group. He could hardly feed an army, but right now his brain shrugged off those thoughts like logic and his dick were oil and water.

One of them was making out with the other in the back and their imaginations were s vivid that the one driving could practically feel the others tugging on his dick, his eyes barely on the road as he watched the show play out behind him. It was unbearably incredible, studying each and every way two identical objects to confuse the hell out of his eyes as they devoured each other.

He was going to punch Xavier and his stupid clone for doing this to him. The shit would probably laugh at him too, happy to see Zeke fall from his tower down into the depths of whatever this was. Zeke wouldn’t even have anything to say to that, especially if the other Zekes came with him. His mind would be puddy. How was he going to get any work done like this?

The future was horrible and Zeke was fucked. In more ways than one.

#identical #copy #clones #male tf #male transformation #male cloning #my writing

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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sagau! zhongli

who i think about a normal amount, of course

-> warnings: spoilers for liyue archon quest, probably obsessive behavior on zhongli’s part, post imposter au, mentions of injuries + blood in the past and present

-> lowercase intended!

he’s constantly at your side, you barely have to turn your head in his direction before he’s stopping whatever he’s doing. always “is there anything i can help you with?”, “would you like some tea?”, “do you need anything?”

you never have to ask for him to be there: he already is. it’s like he knows what you need before you need it, finely tuned in to you. you needn’t say his name, if you don’t want to…

but if you did?

it’s a literal shot of euphoria into his veins. to be acknowledged by name after everything he’s done… how can he be worthy of such gifts? your benevolence truly knows no limits, to extend such a kindness to somebody like him.

anytime you call he’s at your side, no matter what he was doing or any prior arrangements he had. making tea? no he’s not, he’s tripping over himself to kneel at your side, who cares if the pot was about to boil because you need him.

(if you say you wanted a cup he’s internally cursing that the tea was ruined in his haste.

it tastes as good as always.)

want something to read? he’s offering his entire collection, only asking that you allow him to fetch whatever you need. any kind of book, in any style- if you wish, he could go commission a writer to make one specially for you. or, if you’d rather, he could do it all himself? even if he’s not the best at binding the pages, he’ll keep trying until his hands are raw and bleeding from the needle, ensuring nothing he gives you falls short of perfection.

meanwhile you’re kinda just sitting there like “dude i made one (1) offhand comment about the sentence structure on this one page please calm down.”

every time you insist you’re not a god, that he must have the wrong person, his soul cracks.

he did that. him. with every scathing word and swing of his polearm, he had embedded that belief into you. the belief that you were a fake.

it’s all his fault. if he had simply trusted his instincts, if he had followed the string on his heart instead of allowing that imposter to cut it…

he doesn’t sleep that much anymore. nights are spent in his bed, everything set up like he should be asleep, but he isn’t. he simply stares at his ceiling, unblinking, thinking over his actions. thinking, thinking, every second that goes by driving another stake through his stone heart. regret boils in his veins and manifests as physical aches, something vital missing from his chest, and he hates that he knows exactly what it is.

it’s you.

you’re missing, missing from him, that loving light he was lucky enough to feel on occasion now stomped out and dead, dead at his hand, dead when he hunted you and dead before your body hit the ground.

dead, dead and gone and he’s so afraid that it’ll never come back. he knows he’s messed up, he knows his mistake, he knows that forgiveness is so far out of his reach that it’s almost laughable, but he’s selfish enough to want it anyway. he wants you to be able to rely on him, he wants to be there for you, wants the glimmer of fear in your eyes whenever he holds a blade of any kind to be gone. he wants—almost needs—you to forgive him, desperately, and he’ll spend the rest of eternity laboring for even a chance at it.

some nights, his emotions get the better of him. some nights he can’t stop the advancing tidal wave of he has no right to your forgiveness and it crests and breaks to flow from his eyes, the sea of regret threatening to swallow him whole.

sometimes he’s able to get through it. get through the agony that the water brings, get through the bottomless pit that is his mistakes and come out alive even if not unscathed.

and sometimes he’s not.

sometimes he has to get up, to forgo making himself presentable and walk down the hall that always seems to stretch on nights like these, keeping you ever-further away from him, always away from the touch of his sinful hands-

he nearly collapses to the floor in front of your room, barely able to keep his actions silent enough as to not wake you. his forehead finds the floor, his tears splattering on the wood beneath him when he clenched his eyes shut.

he murmurs prayers and repentance to the floor, staying in the same position so long that his knees begin to ache and his shoulders burn, but doesn’t dare move. he’d stay in the same space for an eternity if he could glimpse your acceptance- no, he’s not even worth that, he’d do it just so you’re no longer afraid. he’d stay in the same spot as night turned to day turned to night once more, for the rest of time, until his words were covered in blood and he was supported not by skin but bone. he’d stay, unmoving as you went about life around him, always close but never there, if it meant you could be happy.

he’d do anything you asked him to.

but you never do.

one day, you move from your place in the living room and he can hardly lament your leaving before he sees you’re moving to the kitchen. as you get yourself a drink or a snack his heart sinks, falling to his feet. he could do that. he could get you that, he could get you everything, he would travel the world if it meant your approval…. but you never ask.

just another thing to apologize for. to pray for. to pray for your reliance, even if not your trust, to pray that you stop wasting energy on menial tasks that he would happily do in an instant.

you don’t invite guests, not at first, and he takes a small amount of pride in that. even if you don’t call upon him, you also don’t cast him away. you allow him to serve you food and house you, and that is enough.

when you start to venture out, either to the city or to the wilds, he takes his post at your side with the utmost vigilance. nothing less would do, not when you’re you and he’s him.

if you’re going into the wild, one hand is always ready to summon his polearm at a moments notice. he stays behind you, at an angle, mostly so his surveying gaze doesn’t unnerve you. he makes sure that nothing so much as resembling a threat gets close to you. he knows xiao is watching as well—he can see it in the ‘abandoned’ hilichurl camp where the wisps of black smoke curl up from the earth, in the glint of treasure hoarder insignias half-hidden in the dust kicked up by his departure. he knows, and trusts him, yet that knowledge doesn’t dissuade his fears. he also knows that xiao doesn’t take offense; after all, he told him so himself.

if you venture into the city, he’s just as paranoid for completely different reasons. he’s as close to you as he dares, mentally cataloguing everybody he sees. you’re likely wearing a disguise of some kind, but he’s still watching. anybody that bumps into you is met with a deadly glare from him, one that sends frost down their spine. he knows he’s intimidating, he knows of the power he possesses and is more than willing to leverage it for you.

if you see something that interests you he’s already pulling out his mora pouch—he started saving the moment he learned of his mistake, needing everything at his disposal for you—and buying it. even if you insist he needn’t do so, he is anyway. it’s something that interested you, something you want, and he’s desperate to provide.

if you come across anybody that may have hurt you, such as the millelith, he moves from his position behind you. in one step, he’s between you and them, the arm closest to you extending in a semblance of a shield, as close to you as he dares without touching as he deals with the threat. even if it’s nothing, somebody you recognized that made you flinch but nothing actively being a problem, he treats it as seriously as if they have a weapon drawn. they’re somebody that scared you, and he refuses to allow that again. you’ve already been through so much.

if you happen to trust him enough, if the problem is one that makes you step closer and press yourself to his side, trust that he’s on cloud nine.

the fact that you would seek shelter against him, that you trust him to protect you, trust him as your shield… his face is red only partly from anger. his voice, in those occasions, has an edge of self-assuredness that wasn’t there before. he was confident that he could deal with it prior, of course, and still is, but the knowledge that you’re relying on him to do so fills him with a sense of pride. even if a little, he has proved himself. even if irrelevant, you have placed trust in him in this moment.

if, afterwards, you feel his hand ghosting over your back as he guides you away, please don’t pull away. his heart is held together by strings of the thinnest thread, the knots that bind them only barely tightening with your reliance. you have sought protection against him before, and he only wishes for you to feel safe once more.

zhongli is hyper-aware of you, of your likes, dislikes, boundaries and emotions. if your lip curls at the feeling of a certain kind of fabric, or if you pay a little more attention to a particular color of shirt or shoe, he is keeping track of it. his personal opinions don’t matter: you like it, and hence he will put forth effort to ensure that it is around you more often. if you like to read, perhaps he will find a bookmark made of your favorite flower pressed between thin glass. if he finds you tugging at your current clothes, he’ll suggest you stop by a clothing store on your next outing. if you like makeup, he already knows some of the best brands and places to get them, and can teach you how to correctly apply it if you’d like. if you don’t, that’s alright as well; he’s already keeping a running tab of how much contact you allow already, adding another thing to the list doesn’t make much of a difference.

speaking of, that list is always at the forefront of his mind. if you jump when he reaches past you for something, he makes sure to give you more distance the next time. if you allow his knee to bump yours if he sits too close, or his hand to brush yours when he hands you something, he takes it as a small victory. anything is progress when you couldn’t even look at him a few months ago, and everything is worth being grateful for.

on the days that remorse clouds his mind, he clutches at the positives. he clings to the hair-thin rope that is his lifeline, to the time when you sent him a smile with your thank you, and holds on with all of his might. he has nightmares about what he did, sometimes, and the only thing that can bring him a semblance of solace is your memory. the memory of his slow progress, the proof of his efforts. even as his mind screams that he doesn’t deserve it, when the skin of his hands burns with the stains of your blood, he cradles the tiny, minuscule victories between his palms. he cherishes every ounce of joy you present in his presence, and holds every hint of trust dear. even if the memories he has consists only of your inaction, of the insults hurled his way vanishing, he breathes it in as his new air.

he may not be able to convince you that you’re his god yet, but he can do his very best to show that he regrets his actions.

he only asks that you allow him to do so.

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #genshin self aware au #genshin sagau #zhongli #sagau zhongli #zhongli x reader #<- ? instructions unclear #posting on mobile pls be kind-

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rubydubydoo122 · 19 days

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Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.

Jason’s whole body ached. His skull felt like it was squishing his brain and his skin felt tight to a point where it was suffocating him. He couldn’t breathe.

No. Don’t panic. He doesn’t know what type of danger he could be in. Jason sat up, cautiously scanning his surroundings.

He was in an alley. The only thing near him was a giant blue community dumpster. He scooted so that his back was against one of the building’s walls, and pulled off what appeared to be a red helmet.

Ok, Breathe, Jason. What happened? How’d you get here? Are you hurt?

For one, everything hurts, but is anything fatal?

He wasn’t bleeding, but what in the hell was he wearing? The boots on his feet were at least four sizes too big, same with his clothes. The leather jacket basically dwarfed him, and the shirt underneath had a big red bird on it. Weird, because Bruce never lets them wear anything that could potentially compromise their secret identity. And Jason was certain that if he stood up, his pants would fall right off.

Was that a gun? There was no way Bruce would let that slide.

Ok, what happened?

Only problem was, he couldn’t remember. The last thing he could remember was reading a book in the library with Bruce and then falling asleep.

In 2 3 4, hold 2 3 4, out 2 3 4…

He buried his eyes in the palms of his hands and felt the domino mask dig into his face.

That meant he was a patrol. And if Jason couldn’t remember anything…

I must’ve hit my head pretty hard.

He didn’t notice his ears were ringing until it stopped.

“Hood? Red Hood, come in. Hood, what happened?” It sounded like… Barbra, but who’s Red Hood ?

“Goddammit, Jason, come in–”

“Code-codenames,” Jason's voice cracked, so he cleared his throat, “You know how huffy B gets, Batgirl.”

A beat, “...what?”

Jason moved to stand up, with a hand on the waistband of his pants so they wouldn’t slide, “I- uh, I think I hit my head? I don’t- I don’t remember–”

“Batgirl’s almost at your location.”

“Honestly Hood, I thought that big ugly helmet of yours stopped you from getting concussions.” It was a new voice. A girl. Maybe his age? Maybe older. Probably older.

Jason looked at the red helmet at his feet. Was he Hood? How much did he forget? “Wait… who are you?”

“I’m Batgirl.” It was said in the same gruff Batman voice that Bruce uses.

“Um…No you’re not?” because Jason was pretty sure Barbra Gordon was Batgirl.

“Yes I– oh shit.” Jason suppressed a jump because the voice was close. “He’s ten.”

“I’m fifteen!” Not-Batgirl was wearing Barbra’s suit, but she obviously wasn’t her because the imposter’s hair was blonde, not red, “Who are you?”.

Not-Batgirl took a step forward, “Hood, can you tell me the last thing you remember?”

“Sure, and I’ll give you my social security number while I’m at it.” He deadpanned “And why do you keep calling me that?”

She looked around like she was debating something but reached up to take off her cowl, “I’m Stephanie, but everyone calls me Steph.”

That answered Jason’s question. He could tell he was being victim talked . The way Stephanie was talking and acting was more or less the same way he’d seen Babs act if she came across a kid on the streets. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. Why are you wearing Batgirl’s suit?”

“Uh… Oracle?”

“Who’s–”

“Jason, it’s me, Babs.” She took in a shaky breath that could be heard through the coms, “I don’t know if you— I can’t be Batgirl anymore because of… health issues so I let Steph take over. Are you ok with her taking you back to the cave or do you want me to send Nightwing?”

“No, it’s fine. If you and Batman trust her, I do.” Health issues?

He shot her . The Joker.

What hurts more? A or B? Forehand or backhand?

It sent a jolt through Jason. A feeling of unease. A wave of fear . There was a purple hand waved in front of Jason’s face, “Earth to Jason…. Lets go. Or I’m leaving you here.”

#jason todd #batfam #dc comics #red hood #robin jason todd #barbara gordon #stephanie brown

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coralinnii · 2 years

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Legend has it... Twisted Halloween series

Behind pumpkin spice lattes and sweet candy, there comes stories of the things that go bump in the night. Legends and myths carry with them stories of those who may or may not have lived to experience it.

For each character for each day (except weekends) starting today, there will be a short blurb for every student character inspired by a horror trope or legend in the spirit of Halloween month. I will be writing on the spot for every story so the genres (no beta we perish like big people) will be dependent on how the stories end up so even I can’t tell how it’ll be. This is purely motivated by my love for things spooky and/or ooky. I will write warnings for each blurb if needed but I’m warning you now since I love horror stuff, it will not be the happiest of stories. I’m probably not gonna go full dark but this is a forewarning.

This is the index, but it may change depending on how the blurb will end up.

Day 1. Silver (ghost!Reader x exorcist!Silver)

Silver works as a police officer during a hit-and-run trial, and he’s trying to console the victim of the incident. He’s trying his best to convince you to leave before it’s too late.

Day 2. Jack Howl (werewolf!Jack x childhood friend!Reader)

You and Jack were so close as kids but he keeps refusing to have a sleepover with you when you reached high school. Then one day, you found out the reason on your way back one night.

Day 3. Epel Felmier (dream demon!Epel x schoolmate!Reader)

Your classmate was so confusing. So sweet and demure, but sometimes he seems to turn into someone else, someone with less than good intentions.

Day 4. Rook Hunt (slit mouthed woman!Reader x ghost hunter!Rook)

You missed the days where your immortal life was easier, when most people run at the sight of you. But, this creepy hunter keeps chasing you!

Day 5. Leona Kingscholar (demon!Leona x demon hunter!Reader)

You get a kick out of debunking ghost stories and haunted places with your disgruntled friend, Leona. Will you ever get to see anything?

Day 6. Idia Shroud (VC ghost!Reader x Online friend!Idia)

Idia has this unprecedented confidence behind the screen, with fans and friends at his fingers. However, one casual online chat broke his confidence as he say something he can’t take back.

Day 7. Floyd Leech (merman!Floyd x bullied!Reader)

A nobody at school, your only solace was taking in the serenity of the ocean cove away from the big city. However, a dweller has more than happy to show you a part of his world.

Day 8. Vil Schoenheit (Huli Jing!Reader x lover!Vil)

People call you the unrivaled beauties and with rumors of engagement in the air. Vil was prepared to devote himself to his beloved but his old friend Jack warned him that you were not as you seem.

Day 9. Trey Clover (candy witch!Trey x partner!Reader)

The man from the pastry shop near you was so sweet, also offering endless sweets on your way to work. You were melting in his touch when you two started dating. This was a man who was as sweet and pure as sugar, right?

Day 10. Jade Leech (cannibal!Jade x partner!Reader)

Your husband was always experimenting with every dish he made but he smiles when you take a bite each time so you think it’s no big deal. Afterall, what’s the worst to come of it?

Day 11. Malleus Draconia (dragon god!Malleus x sacrifice!Reader)

Traditions must be upheld, even at the expense of morality as you were lead to what many said was instant death. It didn’t matter to you, you were willing to give yourself to the being of inhuman power.

Day 12. Cater Diamond (imposter!Cater x skeptic!Reader)

Everyone knows him and was just that approachable but not to you. You couldn’t explain the shiver you feel when you lock eyes with him. You only hope he doesn’t notice you.

Day 13. Platonic!Ortho Shroud (medusa!Reader x nonhuman!Ortho)

You were cursed to exist as history’s most hated woman. Your gaze leaves all living beings petrified but all you wished to feel the loving embrace of another once more

Day 13.5. Lilia Vanrouge (grim reaper!Lilia x ex!Reader)

He disappeared after breaking your heart and honestly you were thankful because moving on would be impossible if he stayed. As you almost got rid of him in your heart, you two meet again…and he looks distraught to see you.

Day 14. Ruggie Bucchi (street kid!Ruggie x ???!Reader)

Despite hardships, you and Ruggie never worried so long as you had each other. The two of you look after each other, no matter what.

Day 15. Kalim Al Asim (bitten!Kalim x survivor!Reader)

↳ sequel

The two of you dreamed of wedding bells, laughing children and boisterous family dinners. Now, the only thing you pray for is to keep hearing his heartbeat.

Day 16. Jamil Viper (Jinn!Jamil x civilian!Reader)

He can’t be here. How can something you can’t even see or prove be here. In your house, in your room, trying to slither into your heart.

Day 17. Azul Ashengrotto (crossroad demon!Azul x singer!Reader)

He may be greedy but he knows that good things come to those who wait. And the moment the wait is over and you decided to make the deal, it would be worth it.

Day 18. Ace Trappola (ghost bride!Reader x survivor!Ace)

Ace was not a romantic man but he could be for the one. He kept denying it but he was looking forward to your wedding, even dreaming it…even when it was impossible.

Day 19. Deuce Spade (hitchhiker ghost!Reader x civilian!Deuce)

Deuce couldn’t just leave you alone, shivering in the dark. After all, this road was notorious for car accidents and mysterious attacks.

Day 20. Sebek Zigvolt (soldier!Sebek x ghost!Reader)

↳ sequel

He was a devoted man through and through. He promised he would return to you and in return, you promised to be here when he does, no matter what.

Day 21. Riddle Rosehearts (Frankenstein monster!Riddle x assistant!Reader)

He was a monstrosity. A freak of nature and you wanted nothing to do with him, even if he was someone you once loved.

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thinking about high school troy today.

thinking about a little boy who loved football because it brought him closer to his favorite uncle, and when he found out he was good at it everyone started paying attention to him and loving him. but then as the years went on and he got better and better, football became less about the love of the game and more about the pressure to win. and at some point troy started realizing his “friends” didn’t like him for him, they liked him because he was the star quarterback who would bring the school win after win and he was the most popular person they could surround themselves with. and he started noticing they didn’t care what he said or thought so long as nothing was too out of line, so long as he pushed down his emotions and continued to perform well for them.

thinking about how after his uncle died, troy noticed that football didn’t seem to have a point anymore, that it didn’t make him happy and it hadn’t for a while. but he had a duty, a responsibility to his teammates and his school and his family to keep his mouth shut and keep winning, because if he wasnt good at football what was he good for at all? and the imposter syndrome probably became so strong after that, because troy barely recognized himself anymore, he was just a robot quarterback giving the people what they wanted, and whenever he didn’t he felt isolated and guilty, as if he was carrying the whole school on his shoulders. and each loss became harder and harder to stomach because he was troy, he wasnt supposed to lose, he was supposed to win, that was his one job and he couldn’t even get it right.

and the pressure just became too much, and troy knew he didn’t want to do this in college, didn’t want to force himself into another four years of pleasing people with his athletic skills and feeling like an empty shell. but he also knew he couldn’t tell anyone this because how would they react, when their star player decides to quit right before the big game and let everyone down? when his parents’ son decides he’d rather “feel like himself” than get a scholarship and put himself through college?

so instead of telling, he hurts himself.

he goes to the hospital, and he finally feels the pressure lift a little because there is no more expectation, no more responsibility to give all of himself away. but then he feels the imposter syndrome come rushing back all at once because now without football he still isn’t troy, hes what could’ve been. and now, without the spotlight on him anymore, troy begins to realize his “friends” are barely deserving of that title even with quotes, and even when they do make an effort to hang out with him, he hates himself for even craving their approval and attention, because thats not him. and it doesnt even hit him completely until the day hes sitting in the mall and throwing paper balls at a nerdy stranger, and he finds that their laughs do more than make him feel empty, they make him angry. because how could they think something like that is anything but cruel? and how could they think thats him? troy isn’t cruel, but he realizes in that moment hes on track to become just that if he keeps looking for approval from these “friends”.

and he suddenly realizes football was never even his biggest problem—it was him. hes fake, and suddenly he wants to throw up because hes so unbelievably fake and he cant stand being this fake person for another second, but how can he get out? and the pressure to do better, to be better, is so strong that for a second he cant breathe— but then he sees a flyer for Greendale Community College and a plan forms in his mind, about a no pressure, low stress environment. about somewhere he could start over, where no one will even know who he was.

and this plan seems great, until his first day of spanish 101 when he sees annie edison sitting front row and realizes he’ll never really be able to get away from who he was. and it makes him recede back into that protective personality, the over-masculine asshole he doesnt want to be, until someone who looks a lot like that nerd from the mall asks him to be in a study group. and even though its hard, and it takes a long time, troy finds himself happier and happier with every second that passes at Greendale; and no matter what his parents or old classmates or air-conditioning-repair-school-dean says, he’s finally found somewhere he belongs.

#found this in my drafts lol #i think i never posted it because it was so long #but i feel like there’s been an uptick in the community tumblr fanbase recently #esp with troy/abed posts/analyses #so here’s a very long analysis of high school troy!#this could be like a whole ass essay i think. and i still have more to say😭#apologies for the length!!! (that’s what she said?)#troy barnes #community #community nbc

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callsignlucky · 2 years

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talk to me, lucky (part 5)

summary: You're Maverick’s kid. You’re also Bradley Bradshaw’s best friend—or at least, you were. What lies between you two now is uncharted territory.

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw/mitchell!reader

wc: 3.1k

a/n: here she is folks i hope i did good because my imposter syndrome was running rampant while writing this one. feedback on this jawn would be so appreciated ok love u guys come n get it

<- part 4

There are professional perks to being the goddaughter of a three star admiral, but the personal perks are far better—having a godfather that absolutely adores you no matter what makes it easier to be angry at your real father.

My phone buzzed from beside me with a text, and I snagged it from the comforter beside me, lifting my head from where it was buried dejectedly into my pillows.

🧊: I heard you had a bad day. Want to talk about it?

Dad must’ve talked to Ice about our argument. I sighed in frustration and hit my head against my NAVY-issued mattress in the NAVY-issued bland and beige bedroom that matched the rest of the NAVY-issued bland and beige house.

🍀: Not much to talk about, Uncle Ice.

Downstairs, the door shut, followed by the soft thump of Dad’s duffel bag hitting the floor. It took him a while to get home, and I assumed must’ve gotten chewed out by Sampson. I decided he deserved it for what he did to Bradley. My phone buzzed—another text.

🧊: I’d say there’s a lot to talk about. I heard about your time up in the air today! Tell me, where’d you learn to fly like that?

A grin split my face and I lightly rolled my eyes. I’d heard story after story of Maverick and Iceman’s infamous rivalry during their first time through TOPGUN. It was almost hard to believe, with how close the two men are now.

🍀: Oh, from the best pilot in the Navy. You might know him—his callsign’s Maverick.

🧊: Haha. Very funny.

🍀: I am a comedy genius, after all. :)

🧊: Funniest girl I know!

I couldn’t help but be hit with a wave of mixed emotions as I watched the line blink in the text bar. I hadn’t seen him in a while, and guilt ate at me for that.

🍀: I miss you, Uncle Ice.

🧊: I miss you more, Pip.

I groaned when that text came in, rolling my eyes with a grin and letting my head hang back. Pip. I was the girl with a handful of nicknames, but Pip was the one I detested the most. For as long as I could remember, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky had been calling me Pip. It was short for pipsqueak, obviously, and was endearing at first before I got older and then decided it was wildly offensive. Of course, that only egged my godfather on. Eventually it became a joke more than anything, but I still liked to give Uncle Ice the reaction he was after, even if he couldn’t see me. I could just imagine him in his study, that big smile spread on his face, laughing in that cocky way that he and my father were oh so familiar with. Him reaching out reminded me how badly I needed to go see him while we were in Fightertown. Maybe I’d ask him if he wanted to have lunch, after the mission. If anything could cheer me up, it would be an afternoon spent with him.

My phone buzzed again. A double text from Ice? Weird. Only it wasn’t Ice, it was from a number I didn’t recognize.

Open your window.

Frowning, I sat up in bed, eyes sliding from my phone to the window that opened up into the small front yard we had, not that we needed it. It always baffled me why they wasted the resources to put my father and I up in a house whenever we ended up on an assignment together. Probably another pen stroke from our good friend Admiral Kazansky.

Obviously I waited too long to push the window up, because a soft tap interrupted my thought process. I raised a brow, standing up from the bed and tossing my phone aside. Another tap sounded, followed by two more before I reached the window.

I don’t know who I was expecting to be stood beneath it, but it was not Bradley Bradshaw. I sat on the little bay seat and unlatched the window, before pushing it up. “Bradley?”

“Hi, Cherry.” His hands were pushed deep into the pockets of his jeans, t-shirt snug beneath what had to be one of Goose’s infamous, obnoxious Hawaiian shirts. “Can we talk?”

“Don’t call me that.” The words snapped out of me faster than I’d intended, looking away from him, but out of the corner of my eye I could see his lips tug up into a smirk.

“You called me Ponyboy earlier. It’s only fair.”

“I wanted to get your attention so you’d stop being a moron.” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Pebbles, seriously?”

“I wanted to get your attention.” He parroted back with that smirk still firm on his face, but seeing the unamused look on my face he dropped it almost instantly. “Seriously, can we talk? We could go for a drive.”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Still not looking at him, I folded my arms in a childish pout, using my big toe to push at the carpet.

“I’ll buy you a Big Gulp.” The offer hung in the air and it pulled my head up. I looked at the clock—it was nearly nine, far too late for caffeine, but the men in my life knew me far too well. Sugary drinks like Slurpees and Big Gulps were forbidden fruit to people who had to be in the best physical shape of their lives for the entirety of their career. I peeked down at Bradley.

“And Hot Fries?” I asked, and Bradley grinned with a nod.

“Whatever you want. The 7-Eleven is your oyster.”

“What if I want to go to Circle K?”

“Ah.” Bradley sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, they don’t have Big Gulps at the Circle K. It’s 7-Eleven or bust.”

I pursed my lips in thought for a few more moments. “Give me five minutes.” I said, before standing, tugging the window back down, and drawing the curtains.

Jumping out of the window seemed like a better option than passing my father in the kitchen, but if I got hurt before this mission I’d never hear the end of it. So, I yanked on some denim shorts and a hoodie from 1986 that either belonged to Ice or Goose or my father or was forgotten by Slider or maybe even belonged to Hondo and scurried down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Dad asked from the kitchen, and I used one hand against the door to keep myself steady as I slipped my feet into my sandals. Glancing over, he had a knife in one hand and a cutting board scattered with bell peppers in front of him.

“Gas station.”

“Okay.” I could hear the frown in his voice and my heart twisted. “Be safe.”

“Always.” I pulled the door open, pausing for a moment. “I love you, Daddy.” There. That made me feel better, even if I was way too old to be using the word daddy.

“I love you more, Birdie. See you soon.”

I left it at that and slipped out of the door, walking down the path towards the driveway before slipping into the passenger seat of Bradley’s Ford Bronco. As soon as I was buckled up he backed out and peeled down the street, and I shoved my hands into the pocket of the hoodie and closed my eyes against the warm California wind. Music played softly from the radio, classic rock, and it was kind of nice to see that some things never changed with Bradley.

Things were quiet on the ride over, and I decided to fall into the feeling of how things used to be. Two friends going on a late night snack run before a double feature of cheesy movies. I smiled as I watched California pass outside the window, remembering how many times we watched Interview With A Vampire with Emma Rosenberg from school. Mainly because she was in love with Lestat, who Bradley swore looked like my father. It hurt, being here with him, but at the same time it felt so perfect that I couldn’t even believe it had been ten years since we’d last seen each other. We fell back into place so perfectly it was like a puzzle finding its missing pieces. Bradley humming along to the radio, thumbs drumming softly against the steering wheel, it felt so right that I couldn’t imagine ever doing anything different.

We were in and out of 7-Eleven in a flash, and Bradley parked at the beach by the Hard Deck, which was still packed full of people. I foresaw a long night ahead for Penny Benjamin, but I knew she didn’t mind one bit. Having her close was a comfort, because I was unsure of how this conversation would go, but we were far enough out that nobody from the team would spot us and make assumptions.

I opened the bag of Hot Fries and popped a handful in my mouth, wondering if Bradley was gonna make the first move. By the time I swallowed, he was staring into his peanut M&Ms and I just wanted the silence to be gone. “It wasn’t my fault, you know.” I said as I leaned on the door, watching the waves through the windshield. “You could’ve been mad at him all you wanted, but I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Bradley sighed softly from beside me. “I know.” He murmured, and I looked over at him.

“So, why? Why leave me like that?” I felt my throat tightening up and knew I was in for it. But I didn’t care if I cried in front of Bradley now that I was older, even if I didn’t feel older. He deserved to see what he did, but the way his face fell made me feel guilty in ways I’d been told I shouldn’t. “Bradley, you were my best friend for our entire lives. You were always there, and then all the sudden you were gone. And I was so confused because I waited for you to come home. I waited for you to call, or write, but you never did and I just—I don’t understand. I don’t understand what I did to you.”

“You didn’t do a damn thing. You aren’t the problem. He is.” Bradley’s voice came out pretty harsh, but I knew he was just frustrated. Frustrated with this entire shitty situation we’d been put in. He sat his drink in the cup holder with a heavy sigh, leaning his head back and closing his eyes for a moment. “Your dad screwed me over. And I was so…so goddamn mad I couldn’t see straight, and I just—I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to think about him, I didn’t want anything to do with him. And you…” He paused, looking over at me. “You are a Daddy’s girl if I’ve ever seen one. You put him before everyone, and I just…assumed that meant me too. I didn’t want to put you in a position where you felt like you had to choose. Staying away from both of you was just…easier.”

To me, that sounded like the stupidest thing I ever heard. But, Bradley’s feelings were valid, no matter how wrong I deemed them. I remembered what Dad had said on the beach, to put myself in his shoes, but that didn’t dampen my emotions any. “I shouldn’t have had to choose! B, we are your family! I understand wanting to get away but ten years? Ten years??”

“I wanted to reach out!” He interrupted me quickly. “God, I—I wanted to reach out to you so bad but then you—“ He cut himself off with a huff through his nose and I leaned forward.

“But then I what?”

“You enlisted. You enlisted, and your dad didn’t do shit to stop you.” Silence overtook the cab of the Bronco as Bradley stared at his hands, fiddling idly with his keychain as it hung off the ignition. It was cheesy—a little strip of red heavy duty fabric with the words REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT stitched in white thread. It was so very Pete ”Maverick” Mitchell it almost hurt. “Your dad let you through and stood in my way. It made a lot of things crystal clear.”

“Clear how?”

“No matter how much he claims to love me, he’ll always put his flesh and blood first.”

“Bradley.” I scolded him like he was a child, brows furrowed with a look that called him out on how ridiculous he was being. “You know he loves you. He had his reasons, but that was absolutely not one of them.”

“I know, he told me his reason. He didn’t want to see me hurt, but that’s bullshit and you know it. He did it and it was selfish as hell, and then he turns around and lets his own daughter in?” He looked over at me. “He nearly ruins my career and then turns around and basically lights your way to an F-18 a year after pulling my papers. It’s not fair, and I guess…I guess it made me resent you a little.”

“That’s not fair.” I whispered, and Bradley nodded.

“I know it’s not. But I couldn’t help it. I just needed time, and every time I thought I was ready to face you I remembered that wherever you are, he wasn’t too far behind. I remembered his bullshit excuse and everything snowballed and the cycle started over again.” I sat up quickly, turning my body to face him.

“He told me the story of what happened with your dad, you know. His version of things.” The words came before I could stop them. I wouldn’t tell Bradley the real reason behind why Dad did what he did, but I could try and put it in perspective for him. I could try to get him to see where my father was coming from. Bradley blinked at me.

“He did?” He was surprised, and rightfully so. Dad loved to recount his glory days, told stories of his failures and victories and everything in between, but the day Goose died was something he never spoke about. Not even once.

“He had a nightmare, about a year ago. A really bad one, one he couldn’t wake up from. I woke up to him screaming and thrashing, calling for him, for Goose.” I looked at my legs, picking at the frayed hem of my shorts, grimacing at the memory. “He finally woke up, and he just…cried. Sat there in my arms and cried and cried, and I cried too because the last time I saw him that upset was when mom died. And when he finally calmed down, he told me what really happened.” Bradley knew the story, we both did, but we didn’t know the whole thing. Carole had told us about it when we were old enough to understand, when Bradley was old enough to start to show interest in the NAVY. Interest in being just like his father. “It wasn’t the jet wash or the flat spin that had him trapped in his nightmares, it was what happened after they hit the water. Bradley, he clung to your father’s body in the middle of the ocean for almost twenty minutes. Parachutes and flight gear weighed him down, the current tried to get him away, but Dad clung to his dead weight until rescue arrived. He said it felt like hours, waiting for someone to come save Goose, even though he knew he was past saving.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Bradley’s voice cracked and I could see tears shimmering in his eyes, and I reached out after a long moment and took his hand in mine.

“To try and help you understand.” I kept my voice soft, eyes on him even if he wouldn’t look at me. “At the time, Dad didn’t care what it did to your relationship because he was blind with fear. He’d look at you with the thought of you in a jet and he’d be back in that ocean with your dad. He was so scared of losing you, and it happened all the same.”

“But he didn’t pull your papers.” He whispered, like he was afraid if he talked any louder his voice would betray him.

“He learned his lesson with you.” I replied simply, dropping his hand and leaned back in my seat. Bradley stared out the windshield at the waves crashing into the sand, silence falling over us. Horrible, uncomfortable silence that made my skin crawl and it felt like it lasted hours.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a while, and I looked over to find him looking at me. “I’m so sorry for leaving you. It wasn’t fair. I just…I hope you’ll be able to forgive me someday because I miss you. I miss my best friend.”

My eyes searched his face for a long moment, and it made me wish I'd known Goose so I could make more accurate comparisons between the two because god, he looked so much like his father. “Bradley Bradshaw, you big softie.” I sighed heavily, taking his hand and slumping back in the seat, eyes trained back on the waves. “I forgave you ten years ago.”

“Yeah?” He asked, a smile in his voice, and I couldn’t help one from spreading on my face.

“Yeah.” I replied softly, nodding. “If you ever pull that shit again though, you can forget it, alright? No more Cherry and Ponyboy, I am just straight kicking your ass.”

Bradley laughed at that, so loud it echoed through the car, and dragged me across the middle seat into a big hug. “I’m never leaving you again.” He said into my hair as I wound my arms around his waist and buried my face in his shoulder. “I promise.”

After he finally let me go, I settled back into the middle seat, his arm draped across the back of it. Hot Fries and M&Ms sat between us to share, and we watched as the sun made its final descent beneath the horizon, washing the sky in a brilliant display of cotton candy pink and purple.

I didn’t know if things would smooth over between Bradley and my father, if Bradley could ever find it in his heart to forgive Dad like I forgave him. I didn’t know if things would ever feel completely back to normal between us, or if I’d always have a small part of me that resented him for leaving and he’d always have a small part that resented me for what my father did.

What I did know was that horrible tension between us had eased. I could breathe again. And right then, things were good. I was happy.

We were watching the same sunset.

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