On the topic of tiny Legacy-

Consider- a litter of even teenier lil Legacies. Like smaller than kitten-sized moths. Easy to take handful of bb mothmen.

Woe moth be upon ye >:3

it'd be like reaching into a bag of cotton balls... my goodness...

there is always at least one tiny moth in the room with you at all times, either sitting on your head or shoulder or watching from some nook or cranny in the room. you can hold out your hand, facing up, and moments later something fuzzy snuggles itself against your palm, purrs sounding more like light buzzing. if you sit down anywhere for more than five minutes you'll soon attract the attention of all the Legacies, tiny claws skittering across the floor as they hop onto your lap and settle into a fluffy pile of fur and little glittering wings, looking up at you and cheeping happily. they all want to be the one you're petting, nibbling your fingers and hanging off of your hands, their little talons barely even making a dent on your skin, and when you have to stand it's as if they become a waterfall of tiny moths as they all jump off and cluster around your feet to follow wherever you go

this also makes it easier to take them with you when you do chores!! or, well, some of them. even though the Legacies are tiny, there's still a good number of them, so you normally invite only a few to accompany you. and Archons, they absolutely adore it- usually they'll burrow in your hair, or if it's cold, your scarf or the collar of your coat, peeking out and chittering at the world and the people around you. there's almost always a little argument as one of the fuzzy Abyssal fluffballs peers too far out and is promptly yanked back by another, chastised in a flurry of high-pitched trills. they like helping you pick out fruit most of all, proudly holding up singular grapes and strawberries for you to take and munching on any snacks you might've already bought- don't worry, they don't eat very fast. there will be plenty left over for you and the other Legacies at home

Good evening, Hellsing 🛡️

Doing what you have to isnt always satisfying, but its not always supposed to be. More often than you think youre right where you should be, or on your way to it. 🩸

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Bazen en zor şey sessizliği kelimelere dönüştürmektir .

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you as a minor god, one that few people remember and even fewer people worship. perhaps you're the god of grasses that wave in the breeze, or of the mist that hugs the earth in the morning, or you rule over the blinking lights of fireflies. whatever your dominion, it's considered small and unimportant to the wider world of Teyvat- you only have one place of worship, a small shrine tucked away in a grove of trees. but that doesn't bother you, it simply means less strife for you to deal with, your little domain at the foot of the mountains carrying an aura of peace and gentle prosperity.

perhaps that's why an injured Abyss creature finds his way to your doorstep, clawing his way out from a schism in the ground before collapsing outside of your domain, blood staining the grass. you let out a startled yell when you find him, kneeling to examine the poor monster's wounds- the barrier to your home must have perceived him as a danger and kept him from entering. well, you'll be having none of that! everyone is welcome in your domain, so with a wave of your hand you dissolve the seal between it and the outside world and carefully bring the Abyssal beast in, laying him down in a patch of sun as you begin tending to his injuries.

Foul Legacy awakens looking up into your brilliant eyes, alight with a faint divine glow, and without even thinking he begins to softly purr.

he becomes a constant companion in your life, following you around your domain even when he's forced to limp on an injured leg. Legacy ventures outside with you the moment his wounds are relatively healed, curiously poking around Teyvat in awe and admiring all the lush plant life and light. he tries to look directly at the sun at one point- bad idea- and lets out a pained screech, whining as you comfort him and help clear the spots dancing in his sight. you even show him your shrine, covering your mouth to conceal your laughter when he immediately bounds over and curls up in the patch of sunlight in front of the small structure. mortals begin calling you the god with a monster, as Foul Legacy is always by your side. he likes that, being yours, just as you are his.

yet he still couldn't protect you when the Archon War arrived, your remains turning to dust before he reaches you. people swore they heard anguished screams that night, from a grove of trees surrounding a small shrine of a forgotten, lost god

Good evening, Hellsing 🛡️

Whatever grabs you can also be grabbed, you just need to find the right angle. 🩸

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The year just started… the year JUST STARTED and I’m already fucking insane over.. over them??? I did NOT have that planned out, I did NOT see that coming at all. I for at least hope the Beatles fandom is still alive because I won’t know what to do with all of this.. oughhhh….