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#i rlly want neuvillette too....

juniemunie · 8 months

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I started drawing this before I knew the context

Its so fun to know whats going on now kwicjkekckd we're getting you out of this stupid verdict childe and getting u ur gear

This is my offering to get Polar Star pls let me have it for him

#happy anniversary zhongchi fans #we old old #i rlly want neuvillette too....#hhhhhnnngggg #zhongchi #zhongli #childe #tartaglia #ajax #childe tartaglia ajax #lumine #paimon #why does he not have his mask? because im lazy just imagine its there #junie art post #genshin impact

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yuusishi · 9 months

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. . . a shell gift

pairings : Neuvillette x gn!mermaid!reader

genre : fluff , written before 4.0 release

cws/tws : none

a/n : haha. do tou guys get it. a shell gift…a swell gift… also I should rlly start making the genshin masterlist but I’m like…so lazy rn

Neuvillette !!

“And…what is this supposed to be?” Neuvillette asked, holding the pink clam shell adorned with minuscule pearls and pieces of ribbon glued on.

As if rehearsed, a little white otter popped up beside you from the water, “Look at this tiny guy, don’t you think you look like him? He even has a pink clam shell too!” Neuvillette furrowed his brows and his gaze land on the creature next to you, its white fur and dark blue highlights reminiscent of the man in front of you.

“You called me all the way to the sea to compare me to an otter?” He said, it sounds mean but you know he bears no ill will, “C’mon, Neuvi, you’re always working nowadays. It’s nice to take a break, y’know?”.

Neuvi.

You were right, it has been a long time since he’s got to fully immerse himself in the sea, to the point he felt that it’s been too long since he’s heard you call him by that nickname. He doesn’t even know when you started calling him that.

Neuvillette sighed and looked at you “You can come join me if you want, I’m definitely not going to stop you” you smiled, another sight he felt he’s gone too long without seeing. He knew he had to go to work already, he knew he has Focalors waiting at the Court of Fontaine, but what is he if not weak towards the temptation that’s you.

Slowly stepping into the waters, he relieved himself of the clothes tailored for his human form and let him breathe in the fresh waters in his original form, one built for the seas. He breathes out a satisfied sigh, like getting in bed after a long day, it’s also been too long since he’s dived back into the water.

He looks back at you and you’re once again smiling brightly at him, your gaze warm.

“Welcome home, Neuvi”.

—

Once again, he’s back in his office, the stuffy feeling filling up his senses and he felt unusually distracted by it all when he thought he got used to it already. He opened his desk’s drawer and takes out the pink shell that you gave him earlier that day, what was supposed to be just a ten minute visit turned into the entire afternoon being spent swimming around and playing games with you which earned him overtiming late into the night.

But he doesn’t regret it, he felt grateful you basically forced him out of the suffocating environment around him and took him back home. Neuvillette inspects your gift closer, it was hard to see that you even put glitter on the shell and waterproof stickers behind it, were you planning to tempt him to swim with you from the start?

A rare smile makes its way into Neuvillette’s usually stoic face as he sets the gift beside his desk lamp, he felt like it was wrong to hide something so precious to him.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x y/n

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dottores · 11 months

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HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, dottore's past includes webtoon mindset.

notes: okay y'all i know I gave u a choice over what u want to see int he next chapter but free choice is only an illusion & mother knows best & I took ur wants into consideration & decided against it bc I had a rlly great idea that can only be implemented in this chapter bc there would be no other opportunities for it later on. but im rlly happy w how some of these scenes came out so hopefully u guys are too.

RISE OF A KING, FALL OF A QUEEN

This again.

You wanted to frown as you found yourself in a large room akin to a chamber with a tall, dome-like ceiling and marble pillars that stretched the height of the room. You were sat in a chair, wooden and creaky, and you could feel the cold shackles wrapped around your ankles without even looking down to see them for yourself.

There were six figures sitting before you, each on large seats that reminded you of Chief Justice Neuvillette’s back in the Fontaine courthouse. Even the air was similar--damp and heavy, it made your skin crawl.

He was on trial, you put together quickly, but for what? And… where?

There wasn’t much in your line of sight besides the six people sitting in front of you. No, that’s not right. You could see a few more figures from the corner of your eye--they were armed with swords and polearms, tense and ready to act. They wore uniforms of some kind but you couldn’t make out what they were from, you didn’t recognize them.

“Three hundred years,” one of the men in the six seats spat out. “It’s been three hundred years since the sages have had to gather for a situation like this. This should have been handled before it escalated to this, Sayid. He no longer brings shame just on the Kshahrewar Darshan, now he brings it upon all of us. This has gone too far.”

Sages, Darshan, this was the Akademiya. These were the Great Sages. The people lining the wall were the Matra.

“Attempting the forbidden, interfering with natural evolution, delving beyond the universe--three sins that he has committed and somehow this is still a discussion,” another voice--a woman this time--added on.

You thought that he should have felt anxious, upset, or even offended by the accusations but you could feel nothing. No tug at your heart, no feeling of your stomach dropping, just a cold and empty void where there should have been emotions.

“It is a discussion because there’s not yet any proof of the sins having been committed,” a tight, male voice rebutted. “What say you, Zandik? Will you defend yourself or just sit there silently?”

Zandik. That was his name--only now you could remember, though it felt as if you had never even forgotten it.

Your lips moved as he responded, voice apathetic and dismissive: “There’s nothing to say… as you said, there is no proof of sins that I have to defend myself from.” His lips pulled up into a thin smile as he spoke, one that unnerved you and you couldn’t even see it. From the expressions on some of the people sitting in front of you, they were just as unnerved as you were.

“He doesn’t even care, Sayid,” the first man hissed. “He won’t even address the accusations laid against him.”

“Sins are not the issue at hand,” a new voice spoke up, voice low and heavy. “We are here to discuss what happened to my Dastur in the Apam Woods.”

Finally, a reaction from Zandik. He raised his chin in response to their words, a feigned attempt at confidence but you could feel the discomfort that began to stir within him--the unease. Somehow you knew that whatever he had been told he was called here for, this had not been it. They had caught him off guard.

“What is there to discuss about that?” Zandik asked. His voice sounded the same as it did before--indifferent, perfunctory--but you could feel the way his heart was beating just a fraction faster than it had been before, you could feel the way his shoulders had stiffened. “It was an unfortunate encounter with a group of Rishboland Tigers. Tragic and should have been avoidable but one of the other trainees had forgotten to set up incense to ward them off.”

“Yes,” one of the men agreed with him, “so the official report says.”

You felt restless as if you wanted to bolt from the room and hide… or he did, for the most part, but some of it was your own. You had attended enough court sessions at Fontaine’s court to know exactly what your soulmate was being accused of… and you had seen enough guilty defendants to know that the accusations were likely not far off from correct.

Did he…?

“Yes,” Zandik agreed slowly, “because that is what happened.”

“Is it?” The man who initially changed the topic questioned. “The coroner has released to us the official report of Dastur Sohreh’s death. There were multiple trauma wounds… lacerations and contusions on internal organs… hemorrhage… but the fatal injury was a wound on the throat--a fractured hyoid bone caused by strangulation. You were the last person seen with Dastur Sohreh, were you not, trainee?”

“Sharnama,” a woman’s voice warned but the man only held up his hand, silencing her, waiting for Zandik to respond.

Zandik did not respond. You could feel the way he was scrambling for an answer, an explanation. You could feel how his heart was racing, how his body was tense. You could feel his anxiety and the realization dawning on him and it all made you sick to your stomach.

What did you do? You wanted to scream at him. Why did you do it?

As if they could hear your questions, the man continued. “Dastur Sohreh reported to me several acts of insubordination while you were under her tutelage--three times in which you acted without her authorization and brought risks upon the investigation team and an encounter with a ruin hunter in which you insisted on bringing the machinery back to the Akademiya to be disassembled and reverse-engineered, which I personally had to reprimand you for and had you removed from the author list of the investigation’s research paper. When did that happen in regard to Dastur Sohreh’s death, trainee?”

“A week,” the words were frigid and biting as Zandik finally spoke up. “It happened a week before her death.”

“Yes,” he drawled, “that was it.”

“I had nothing to do with her death,” Zandik said.

You thought you had gotten good at being able to tell whether or not people were lying. You spent three days a week in the court audience watching trials but you were in your soulmate’s body and you could not tell whether he was lying or telling the truth about murdering someone. His heart was racing and there was a twitch in the corner of his lip--the telltale signs of a lie but they could just as easily be a result of the anxiety stemming from being accused of murder.

(You wondered, distantly, if you were just making excuses so you didn’t have to face the reality that had so suddenly been thrown at you. You had enough experience in court to differentiate the guilty from the innocent.)

“I suppose we have no way of proving that… so you are not at threat of imprisonment,” was his only response but Zandik was not at ease by those words, as if he knew exactly what was coming next. “But with reasonable suspicion of your involvement on top of the allegations regarding your research violating three sins provides grounds for expulsion… assuming it is a unanimous decision.”

It was a question cast to the other five seated in front of Zandik. You noted how Zandik seemed more anxious at the prospect of expulsion than he did at being accused of murder and you weren’t entirely sure how to feel about that.

“Sharnama,” the only woman amongst the six spoke again, “you mean to make us the first council of sages to expel a student in centuries. The last time-”

“He murdered my Dastur, Anisa,” Sharnama snapped in response.

“I did not-” Zandik’s voice rose, harsh in defense of himself but he was cut off sharply.

“Enough from you, you had your chance to defend yourself,” Sharnama said, tone laced with venom.

“Sharnama is harsh but… the trainee has had a reputation since his time as a student,” one of the other men agreed after a few moments of silence. “His methods and theories… his interest in Khaenri’ahn machinery… It makes people uncomfortable.”

“Discomfort is not grounds for expulsion, Isami, but regardless, we cannot just dismiss all of these allegations. Should any of them prove to be true and it comes out that we knew and did nothing about it…”

“It would tarnish the integrity of the Akademiya,” the woman, Anisa, agreed quietly. “Sayid, Khalil?”

“This should have been handled when the accusations of him infringing upon the laws and rules our predecessors set up first came about,” one of the men said and you could feel Zandik’s throat spasm as he swallowed, panic beginning to set in.

“... Sayid?” Anisa pressed after a few moments of silence.

And you could feel it. You could feel that small, minuscule bud of hope begin to bloom deep in Zandik’s chest as he shifted a wild gaze over to the sage called Sayid. You had a decent understanding of the structure of Sumeru’s Akademiya after having looked into it because of your suspicions about your soulmate, you supposed this man was the sage of whatever Darshan Zandik was a part of--Kshahrewar, you remembered one of the other men mentioning before.

Zandik trusted Sayid to defend him, you could feel it and you could feel the way his face fell and the way his stomach dropped when Sayid looked away from him, as good an answer as damning him aloud as Sharnama took his silence as agreement, waving his hand for the matra to take him.

You didn’t think Zandik even registered what had happened until rough hands were forcing him to his feet, starting to drag him from the room, and then, finally, the rage hit--bitter and deep, overwhelming.

“Over rumors and false allegations,” Zandik spat out, hatred dripping from every word. “You’ll expel me for that?”

He got no response besides the harsh words of one of the matra urging him along but he struggled against them with every step, even with fingers digging deep into his biceps, bruising his skin, he was undeterred.

“You sages can’t even fall in line with the very virtues you set out to preserve,” he seethed, “and the sins that you deem so treacherous are just an excuse to chain anyone whose convictions do not fit your standards because you fear that a change in our way of thinking will displace your power.”

You had never felt anything like this before. This feral fury that had your blood on fire and your brain melting of coherent thought--uncontrollable and unquenchable, a type of bloodlust that shook you to your core and scared you because you could feel yourself angry too and you weren’t sure if it were remnants of Zandik’s rage spilling to you or not and you hated how you were being so influenced by his emotions that you couldn’t tell what was his and what was yours anymore.

“You’re going to regret this,” Zandik shouted as the matra pulled him through the doors of the chamber. His words, the sages’ words, they all echoed in your head over and over again--all of the accusations, his reactions, and you wondered what it meant and how much of it was true and you wondered who he was not for the first time and certainly not the last. “You’re going to regret this!”

He didn’t even bother to try the tricks he attempted last time--searching for something to read, yelling, blinking, he knew none of it would work and he wasn’t the type of person to make the same mistake twice.

The room he was in--she was in--was large and enclosed with an overwhelmingly sweet and sickly flowery scent that made his stomach churn. He had always hated floral scents and this was beyond anything he had ever smelt before.

And there were too many people. There were too many goddamn people. They were packed in seats before where his soulmate was sitting, they were lined up around the room as if they were waiting to do something, there were so many that the line was even pushed out two double doors, flowing into the hall.

What was going on?

Dottore couldn’t tell. His soulmate was facing the crowd of people--there was something behind her, he could tell that much. He couldn’t see any flowers so he assumed that whatever that scent was, was coming from behind her.

There was a man standing next to her--an older one with a cold, unfriendly expression and thick build. He watched as a woman approached the older man, disgust curling in his gut at the snot-faced expression painting her face, wide teary eyes and trembling lips as she reached for the man’s hand. Dottore wanted to step away, draw back and leave before the woman could set her eyes on him but alas, he was not in control of his body--her body--again.

The more he thought about it, the more odd this was. The last time he had witnessed her past through dreams, her emotions had been loud and intense, deafening. It had him spiraling because he couldn’t understand what he was feeling and he couldn’t tell if he was feeling it or if it was her.

Now, it was empty. There was no joy, no anxiety, no fear or sadness; just a cool void, reminiscent of how the past week and a half of silence from her had felt. Dottore wondered if that was why Celestia was forcing him to sit through another sequence of dreams--punishment for trying to push her away.

Succeeding in pushing her away, he corrected silently, there was an odd pit in his stomach at the thought. He should be happy, he had been worried that not even a direct strike against her persistence would deter her but he had found success in the first attempt.

It was what he wanted. He no longer had to deal with the frequent tugs on the thread. He no longer had to deal with the fluctuating emotions. He no longer had to deal with the good mornings and goodnights and the incessant questions.

The past week had been the most peaceful and productive he’s had ever since that damned string appeared and yet somehow, he was not happy.

It was what he wanted, he repeated but a part of him felt as if he might be trying to convince himself of it.

Around him, people were talking. He could see their lips moving and he could hear the words leaving their lips but they were unintelligible and garbled, it sounded as if they were underwater and only speaking half a word at a time, combining them to create words that didn’t make any sense. He couldn’t read their lips, no matter how hard he tried, it just looked as if they were speaking a foreign language.

The woman who had been talking to the older man now turned to his soulmate. Instantly, dread was rocketing through him--he knew what was about to happen and there was simply nothing that he could do about it.

Thin arms wrapped around her, tighter than he thought it would be and he wondered, hatefully, if his soulmate was some agent of Celestia sent to make his life a living hell. Three times now, he was forced to experience something through her that made his skin crawl. First, he was tossed around through that winter storm because she made stupid decisions. Then he was slapped. And now, there was a woman clinging to him, sobbing and speaking words that he couldn’t even understand and all he could do was stand there and let it happen because that’s what she was doing.

It took far too long for another woman to come along and drag her off. Dottore was livid, if he looked to the side, he was sure he would see snot on his soulmate’s shoulder and he could still feel bony arms digging into her sides.

He wasn’t sure how long she stood there. It felt like an eternity and only a few seconds somehow at the same time. People were passing by her in slow motion but they were gone in an instant. Dottore was distinctly unsettled, it felt like someone was fucking with his head, forcing him to perceive things wrongly.

Eventually, his soulmate was approached by someone new--a younger man with dark hair and purple-red eyes. He ignored the older man to her side, everyone else had stopped at him first and then moved to her but he had beelined right to her.

Something didn’t sit right in his stomach about that.

Dottore braced himself as best as he could as the other man reached out to grab his soulmate but instead of pulling her into a hug, he only grabbed her forearms, leaning his head down to say something that Dottore couldn’t understand again.

He was undeterred by her lack of reaction, trying again and again and again. Dottore had half a mind to bash his head in and tell him to leave, fed up by this whole situation. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem to escape this. When he thought he finally succeeded, he was dragged right back in by Celestia and their fucked up games.

Then, at last, Dottore could hear again. His soulmate was snapped out of whatever daze she had been in and noise exploded around him: scraping of chairs against the ground, mindless chatter, a violin muted in the background, slow and mournful.

A funeral.

For who?

It had to be someone close to his soulmate from how they were all approaching her and suddenly, he was reminded of that night all of those years ago during the event where Pantalone was being officially promoted to Harbinger. Father, branded right on his forearm. He had yet to get a look at his soulmate through a reflection--he wondered if this was the funeral.

Most of the chatter was sympathetic, talking about the deceased and reminiscing old times… but not all of it was. He could hear whispers of men talking about what this could mean for the stability of the court, eyeing up the new opportunities that came with this death, some sounded excited rather than melancholic, like hyenas feasting on one of their own.

“There you are,” the young man in front of her said with a small smile that made Dottore frown. “Ignore all of them, they did the same thing when my grandfather died. Came to the funeral under the guise of mourning just so they could see if there was any instability for them to leech on. There wasn’t then and there isn’t now.”

“There isn’t?” his soulmate spoke for the first time--her voice was hoarse and empty, the only sort of emotion was a dull sense of doubt. “All they talk about is how I’m too weak to take over for my grandfather. They say a woman is unfit to be warden.”

“If they saw the way you could work your family’s-” he began loudly.

“Wriothesley,” the older man standing next to his soulmate said, a warning written all over his face.

“Sorry,” Wriothesley said, looking away.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” his soulmate said after a few moments of silence, voice quiet. “The instability is right in front of everyone’s faces. They can all see that they’re not here, Wrio.”

Wrio, Dottore thought to himself spitefully once he heard the nickname.

Wriothesley looked irritated at her words, glancing once at the older man again before speaking back up, “They didn’t show up at all? Your mother? Siblings? To your father’s funeral?”

There it was. Finally, a bit of emotion from her. She was hurt at his words, he could feel something pinching at his chest, a dark and unwelcome feeling but for some reason, it made him feel a bit more at ease after the past week of silence.

“They were busy,” she said quietly but Dottore could tell that she didn’t even believe the words herself. Neither did Wriothesley, if the expression on his face had anything to say about it. “They were, Wrio.”

Dottore wanted to roll his eyes once he heard the nickname again but instead, he distracted himself with what she had said. He thought back to the previous dreams he had of her past--being left behind by her mother and stepfather while they went to town, the argument with her mother and the slap… somehow, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had chosen not to go.

Wriothesley scoffed loudly, loud enough to draw the attention of some of the other attendees. “They’re despicable,” he spat out. “Especially that skeevy, rat-faced-”

“Come, Wriothesley,” a middle-aged man who looked just like the younger man said sharply, interrupting him before he could finish his sentence. “This is not the place for this topic. You can speak to your betrothed another time.”

Dottore blanched.

Betrothed?

Blood.

That was the first thing you noticed. The thick, nasty scent of iron was all around you--around him, whatever. It was disgusting, overwhelming. You wanted to throw up, you thought that if you were in your own body, you might’ve passed out but you were in his, Zandik’s, and he was totally unbothered by the smell.

Something was wrong with your eyes--that was the second thing you noticed. You had no peripheral vision, the only thing you could see was his hands resting on the lab table in front of you, fresh and dry blood staining his skin, dripping to the floor below.

He was angry, the third thing you noticed. You could feel the rage curling in his gut; his nails digging into the table, grinding against the metal. You couldn’t figure out what he was angry about and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know because you had a distinct feeling that it had something to do with the blood on his hands and the lab table.

Zandik finally moved, an awful scraping sound meeting your ears as his nails dragged against the metal when he pushed off the table. He paced up and down the length of the room, muttering to himself.

“Everything was right.”

“What went wrong?”

“-was supposed to work, don’t under-”

As he turned, you could see something--some sort of machine laying across the lab table that hadn’t been in your line of sight before. You wondered if these were ruin guards that he talked about so much. There was something pooling around it; from the distance you were at, you thought it might be oil but Zandik turned on his heel to move closer to it and a sinking feeling formed in your stomach when you realized that it was not oil, instead it was a massive puddle of blood surrounding the machine.

What the fuck? You thought to yourself as Zandik stood in front of the machine, taking one of its arms in his hand. The metal somehow felt cool and hot at the same time, uncomfortable to the touch. You wanted to let go of it, there was blood coating the metal and staining his hands even more, but Zandik’s grip was tight around it.

Why was a machine bleeding? You were sick at the thought, hoards of horrible possibilities running through your head but you didn’t get a chance to dwell on any of them.

Zandik sighed, annoyed, jerking away from the machine again to pace. His head shook back and forth in a rough manner that started to give you a headache, he did it over and over and over again and you wanted to scream at him to stop.

“This was supposed to work, Grand Sage,” he said, clicking his tongue sharply once, then twice, and then a third time. “This was supposed to work. I did everything right. Why aren’t you working?”

Is he talking to-

Zandik marched right back toward the machine, much to your displeasure. The longer he stared at the automaton, the more uncomfortable you felt. You could tell that it had been modified in several places, disassembled and put back together but it almost looked as if… he had put something inside it?

“Why aren’t you working, Grand Sage?” he repeated, humming to himself irritably as he tapped his fingers against the metal. “I even went out to fetch you a new core, you’ve always been so damn ungrateful, haven’t you? Everything I did for your Darshan and you still turned your back on me. Ungrateful, even when I’m trying to make you greater than man.”

-to the machine?

You wanted to wake up, you didn’t want to see whatever this dream was showing you. You wondered if it was some cruel joke the gods were playing on you by showing you this. Or maybe they were trying to help you, you considered. He had made his opinion on you clear and yet every day you were still tempted to reach out to him, maybe they were trying to help you move past him.

“Is this what you plan to do with yourself?” a low, unfamiliar voice spoke up suddenly from the opposite end of the room.

Zandik was startled, heart racing and head whipping to the side as he snapped his fingers together. Instantly, there was a loud whirring machine coming from behind him, metal scraping against metal--the sound of an automaton coming to life. His gaze focused on a figure stepping out from the shadows of the corner of the room, tall with graying hair and a mask that covered the entire right half of his face.

“Who are you?” Zandik demanded harshly and finally, you caught sight of him through the reflection of a metal cabinet. Red eyes stared back at you through a mask that covered three-quarters of his face and short silvery blue hair that had blood dripping from the tips of his curls. “Who are you?”

“So much potential wasting away in this poor excuse of a lab,” the man continued, undeterred by Zandik’s hostility. An eerie feeling swept over you--you weren’t sure if it was you or Zandik becoming unnerved by the man, maybe it was both of you. “Don’t you want something more?”

“What are you talking about?” Zandik asked sharply, a scalpel clutched tight in his fist--somehow, you knew that it was no match for the man standing before him and you had a feeling that he knew that too. “Did the Akademiya send you? Who are you?”

“I came after hearing rumors of an expelled student performing heretical acts… So far I’m unimpressed.”

The anger that spread through him was like wildfire, consuming all rationality and any other emotion he might’ve felt. In an instant, the automaton that had awakened behind him was moving, launching across the room at a pace that had you reeling, blades slashing outward but then at once, it stopped. A cold silence took over the room, Zandik’s brows furrowed and his lips turned down as the automaton came to a stop, shutting down right before his eyes.

“Interesting enhancements… but unchanged at its core, meant to be operated by those that created them, not a follower of the gods.”

“I am not a follower of the gods,” Zandik spat out violently, stepping forward before he paused as if reconsidering the man’s statement. “Meant to be operated… you?”

“Yes,” he responded, ignoring Zandik’s entire change of demeanor at his words. You thought you might feel even more unnerved now, at the excited feeling bubbling inside Zandik as he stared at the man, waiting for him to continue. “What are your goals, outcast?”

Zandik frowned. “That’s not my name-” he began but was interrupted.

“If I cared for your name, I would have learned it. If you prove yourself useful, you will be given a new identity anyway,” he told Zandik. “Now answer me, outcast, what are your goals?”

Zandik didn’t answer for a moment, staring at him, but then he glanced back at the automaton still laying on the lab table, the pool of blood beneath it now larger. Luckily, his gaze didn’t linger on it for long.

“I’m going to enhance humans so that we can rival gods,” Zandik said, raising his chin to focus his eyes back on the man. “What do you mean? Prove yourself useful? To whom? You?”

“Lofty goals,” was all he received as a response. Zandik bristled. “How do you plan to do that? With what resources?”

Zandik opened his mouth to respond but no words left his lips. Finally, he pushed out, “I’m making progress just fine.”

“Yes,” the man said dryly, his visible eye drifting over to the mess behind Zandik. “I can see that…”

You didn’t think you liked where this was heading. Zandik was still suspicious but now he was intrigued, ready to listen to this man and whatever he had to say, and you had a feeling that this man would bring nothing good.

“I can provide you with resources,” he offered. “Funding, rare materials… new test subjects. All of the finest and as much as you need.”

“What do you want in return?” Zandik asked.

“There is a war coming,” he responded cryptically, “and you are going to help prepare us for it.”

“A war?” Zandik asked, baffled. “A war against who?”

But you knew.

You knew.

It was the same war that had the Hydro Archon’s paranoia escalating. The war that forced you to hide your soulmark and thread your entire life, that had you looked down on and whispered about because you had to tell people you had no soulmate. The war led by the same organization that had sent your stepfather to Fontaine as an infiltrator, the man who had killed your father and ruined your life.

At once, all of your nightmares and all of your worst fears came true.

“A war against the gods.”

Betrothed?

Dottore was appalled, reeling at the knowledge that was just forced onto him. The scene shifted, Dottore was now in a smaller room kneeling in front of a woman that he recognized from the first dream he had of his soulmate but he couldn’t even focus on the situation at hand.

Betrothed??

Since when had she been betrothed? Dottore thought that would have been one of things that she mentioned when she was rambling on about her days at night. He thought it might’ve been something that was at least hinted at when she couldn’t control what words were being sent to him.

“I have to leave, mother,” Dottore’s lips were moving as she spoke but quite frankly, he didn’t give a shit about whatever conversation she was having with her mother. The lack of emotions she was feeling left a vacuum that allowed his feelings to spiral and he was having trouble trying to keep control of them.

He couldn’t even tell what the emotions rattling him were. He thought that he had become better at pinpointing emotions ever since he was forced to deal with hers but this was foreign--green and ugly, beyond just anger or sadness, stronger than anything he’s felt in centuries.

“You do not have to leave, you’re choosing to.”

Dottore thought he might feel insulted--disrespected, even, being given a soulmate only for them to be married off to someone else. Another cruel joke played by the gods to spite him, a cruel joke played by her to spite him. He wondered if this was her getting back at him for never responding to those goodnight tugs she always used to do: talking to him, trying to get him to fall for her trap and respond, only for her to be with someone else.

“I do, I have to go. There’s something I have to do.”

He shouldn’t feel insulted, or disrespected. He shouldn’t care at all whether or not his soulmate was betrothed to someone else. He never planned on speaking to her. He never planned on meeting her. And he absolutely never planned to do anything about the bond forced on him by Celestia. In fact, this should make him feel better. It meant that there was less of a chance for her to reach out to him again if she was in a relationship with someone else.

It freed him of her. This should be a good thing for him, so why was he so angry?

“You won’t even tell me where you’re going,” her mother snapped. “Best not be to the north, there’s only so much more I can defend you from peoples’ suspicions. They’re starting to ask questions.”

But it was not a matter of whether or not he should or shouldn’t care. It was the sheer audacity she had to keep reaching out to him when she was set to marry, or even has married someone else at this point. She was trying to play games with him and if there was one thing that Dottore couldn’t stand, it was someone trying to play games with him--be it the gods, other Harbingers, or some random girl that Celestia decided to tie him to.

“It doesn’t matter where-”

“Of course, it matters,” the mother said, fingers digging into his soulmate’s forearms. “What am I to tell Her Excellency when she asks about where you went off to? The last thing our family needs is the speculation that would come along with people thinking you went off to Snezhnaya.”

Finally, he felt something from her--something sharp and jagged tugging at her chest that drew him from his thoughts, an emotion he had become acquainted with through her intimately over the past few years: sadness, disappointment.

“Wow,” she said dryly, “that’s what you’re worried about. Suspicions against your family. Not whether or not I might be going somewhere dangerous.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” her mother said, livid. “Of course, I care about whether or not you’re going somewhere dangerous. I’m your mother.”

“I’m not going to argue with you,” his soulmate said after a moment, rising to her feet and pulling her arms from her mother’s grip. “You can tell the Hydro Archon I’ve left for Mondstadt.”

“Is that where you’re actually going?” her mother rose to her feet after her, taking a step forward, but his soulmate did not respond. Her mother’s face fell. “You’re going north, aren’t you?”

Dottore finally focused on the situation at hand. North? But the only thing north of Fontaine was-

“Aren’t you?” her mother demanded. “You’re going to Snezhnaya? Why are you going there? To find him?”

Him. She must be referring to Dottore. But why would his soulmate come looking for him if she had…?

“I didn’t say that,” his soulmate shook her head, looking away out toward the window. It was a dreary day, dark clouds hanging low and rain sprinkling down to the streets below. “I told you to tell the Hydro Archon I’m going to Mondstadt.”

“Why are you going there? Why? Answer me,” her mother’s voice rose, eyes tearing up as she stepped closer to his soulmate. She stepped back, freezing her mother in place.

“Have you ever communicated with your soulmate through thoughts? The words that show up on your forearm?” she finally asked, tone harsh and accusing, a sudden change of subject.

Dottore paused, trying to put together what this might be about now. This was another reason why he hated these damn dreams, he never had any context behind what was happening and Dottore hated not knowing things.

“What sort of question is that?” her mother hissed, taken aback. “Of course-”

Her mother cut herself off suddenly, brows furrowing and lips twisting into a deep frown. Dottore could feel his soulmate swallow thickly, watching the reaction to her question. She had been expecting this and he wasn’t sure if it was dread or satisfaction pooling in her stomach--maybe both.

“Have you ever thought about why you don’t communicate through it? Have you ever tried and he just doesn’t respond? Do you try flicking your thread? Does he flick it back?” his soulmate let loose a barrage of questions and a creeping suspicion began to arise, wondering if she was implying what he thought she was.

“What are you trying to say?” her mother shook her head, stepping away. “Enough.”

“I’m not trying to say anything,” his soulmate responded, turning on her heel to leave the room. “But maybe you should think about it.”

She didn’t say anything else as she left the room and finally, Dottore could think.

She was accusing her stepfather of faking the bond with her mother, Dottore realized. But how would he do that? He knew people were capable of faking bonds through old magics but as far as he was aware that type of magic was all but lost… Dottore’s mind was suddenly racing, remembering all of the things he had forgotten in the last dream he had of her past: what he had figured out about the spy in the upper ranks of the Fatui and they had a spy in Fontaine, one of Arlecchino’s spiders and Arlecchino was capable of the old magic, and his soulmate was coming north to Snezhnaya so obviously she must have reason to believe that it had something to do with the Fatui, could it be-

Dottore felt a headache coming on.

He had a feeling that this was going to be very, very bad.

You woke up with a sharp, shaky breath. Your hand flew to your chest as you sat up straight, reeling from what you had just experienced. Blood, anger, betrayal, hope--what could you remember? What could you remember?

You scrambled to the small table at your bedside immediately, grabbing your notebook and panicking to find the pen that had fallen to the floor. You dropped to your hands and knees, fumbling around in the dark until you found it beneath your bed. You didn’t even bother rising to your feet again as you made yourself comfortable on the floor so you could start jotting down everything you remembered.

A cold, empty room. Six people. Exile? Sins and virtues. Lots of blood. An automaton. Uncontrollable, sickening rage. An unfamiliar figure. War.

War.

But what was the context? Your head was pounding as you tried to remember, you wondered if Celestia was warning you against trying to push too hard for information you’re not meant to remember yet. You didn’t care. You had to know.

War. The rebellion stirring in the north. But what about it? What was the damn context?

You glanced down at your forearm, frustration pricking at you as the window above you rattled against the Snezhnayan winter storm. You could feel the freezing air even from inside the warm room with the fireplace burning on the opposite wall--it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, the cold storms at the estate that you thought were the end of the world paled in comparison to this.

You wanted to yell at him, demand to know who he was and what he had done, beg him for the answers that you should’ve received by now… but you remembered the words scrawled across your forearm, the cruel words that cut deeper than any of the nasty words that had been spat at you by people throughout your life.

He did not care about you, you reminded yourself, you have more self-respect than this. Do not reach out to him.

You sighed heavily, arm dropping to your side as you stared back up at the window, watching a branch scrape against the glass over and over and over again. You were only on the Snezhnayan border but already you were feeling anxious--you had half a mind to turn back but the only thing stopping you was the memory of your father, the lust for justice, vengeance. You couldn’t turn back, not until you had all of the information you needed, not until you were sure you could return to Fontaine and have your stepfather imprisoned in the Black Cells.

There was a heavy feeling in your heart as you pushed yourself back off the floor, putting the notebook away and taking a seat back on the thin mattress of the inn you were staying at, the wood of the bed frame creaking beneath you.

You had a distinct feeling that your journey to find proof against your stepfather would lead you to him as well.

He sat upright, eyes wild as he tried to figure out where he was. His heart was racing, anger was still flooding his blood, he breathed in and out deeply as he tried to regain control of himself. He was back in his lab--not dealing with any more of those god forsaken dreams. He wanted to spit out a string of vile curses up toward the gods but he refrained, trying to piece together what he could remember before the vague memories faded.

He flipped over the parchment he had been taking notes on before he had fallen asleep, rubbing the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed his pen to the paper and noted down all of the hazy details.

Flowers. Wrio? Betrothed?? Mother. Leaving. Snezhnaya.

Dottore exhaled, gaze zeroing in on the third word of his list--betrothed. He glanced down at the thread connected to his thumb, inhaling deeply as an unfamiliar emotion began to churn inside of him. Before it could take hold, Dottore diverted his attention to the last two words.

Leaving. Snezhnaya.

What did that mean? What was the context? He couldn’t remember. Was she coming to Snezhnaya? Was she in Snezhnaya and leaving? Or did the two words not have any connection?

No, they had to be connected. It was something important, he knew that much at least, but what? The answer was on the tip of his tongue and again that temper of his began to thin, what was the answer? What was the goddamn answer? Why was she coming to Snezhnaya?

Should he ask?

The option rang damning through his head as he looked down at his forearm. She could be in danger if she came to Snezhnaya--the nation was becoming more and more antagonistic to outsiders, especially outsiders from Fontaine and Natlan and especially because of the masked hostile that was running through Fatui camps and slaughtering their underlings. No matter how much Pulcinella and Pantalone demanded that they take caution with outsiders, there was no telling what a heat of the moment reaction could lead to if there was a possible threat and Arlecchino had made clear that Fontaine was on the verge of becoming a threat to the Fatui.

As he contemplated his choices, Dottore suddenly paused, another realization hitting him suddenly: if he had dreamt of her past then…

Then she dreamed of his past.

Dottore waited, staring at his forearm--waiting for the questions, the disgust, the horror. It was inevitable, he knew it. Last time, he assumed they dreamed of similar time periods of their life. Hers was when she was young, five to twelve years old between both dreams, he assumed; and the word he received from her was cursed, which was directed at him from when he was a child up until he was chased from the village at ten. And if the time periods were similar… that left his Akademiya and post-Akademiya era up as options for what she could have dreamt about, and neither of those periods of his life were particularly pleasant.

He waited and he waited and he waited… but nothing showed up on his forearm, not a question nor an accusation, no emotion spread through him that he thought might’ve been hers--just emptiness, just like it had been for the past week and a half.

Dottore exhaled heavily, leaning back against his seat and staring up at the ceiling above him, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do with this and how he was supposed to make sure she didn’t get herself killed traveling through Snezhnaya.

The week and a half of peace was over and he realized, quickly, that it had only been the calm before the storm.

rbs appreciated!

#dottore x reader #dottore smut #dottore x you #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x you

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enden-k · 4 months

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wait i finished the archon story on neuvillettes birthday? what a fun coincidence, the day i finally embrace him in my arms to be on his birthday HAHKJABJK

anw i finished it mostly (i think its just epilogue stuff now) and while sumeru made me cry rlly bad (i never cried in the archon quests before, the others arent as tragic or touching to me tbh) and still is my number 1 fav so far for reasons im not gonna list up now before i ramble too much, fontaine was rlly rlly good and is def 2nd place for me mostly bc i love furina so so so so much ughhhh

in the end i did cry a little too, during furinas secret and her suffering (i honestly have no words and cant imagine what torture she went through to keep this up for hundreds of years, its just- hhh) and THIS ENTIRE EXCHANGE

the sacrifice made to give the hydro dragon his powers back that were stolen and him being so shocked and then after the death sentence, him passing his verdict upon humanity aughhh so dramatic, i like it

anw for my struggles in the beginning of fontaine and my patience being tested often enough during the first trials, i rlly enjoyed the last chapter (also the one in prison in the last update bc i just love wriothesley and lyney KJABSCKJ)

thought the entire time how nahida and furina should def interact, both being like "how do i become an archon good enough like the previous one, for my people?" (humans trying to replace her with a false god bc they cant accept her)/ "how do i act like a god without raising suspicions?" (gets put on trial by her people and sentenced to death) but then focalors and her plan happened and now it doesnt matter anymore and im just. glad that furina gets to be human again (i want to hold her so bad and just cry)

#its not sumeru level to me but thats fine bc it doesnt need to be (or anything else)#it was fantastic on its own #babbles #4.2 spoilers #tbd

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cakeboxie · 8 months

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Oh I got a really good kinktober request and I’m gonna ramble abt a related idea I had.

Characters involved(separate): neuvillette, dan heng il

Also tw: talk of dubcon and noncon separately

The req was dom amab reader w a fuck ton of different possible kinks/characters and I am, going insane ty anon if you see this.

Dubcon idea // neuvillette:

So I support the hc that neuvillette has a pretty low libido bc reptiles only rlly have sex to mate. Despite female snakes not having one, but 2 clits (which is the funniest shit I’ve read in a while btw) while pretty much every mammal ever fucks whenever it’s safe to do so even if it’s literally impossible to get pregnant, and like realistically this man is far too intelligent to be taken advantage of like that.

But. I’m thinking abt him being aware of fucking for pleasure as a thing that humans do, but not like really understand why? And reader instead of explaining it in any healthy way they just fuck him over his desk until he understands. He’s not used to bottoming but he’s begging you to keep going even though it doesn’t really feel good (yet) but he wants to know more about humans and you know a lot so who is he to not accept the help!

Non con idea // dan heng il:

Playing with his horns in his sleep until he’s hard and then waking him up by sitting on his dick(s) and just gently shushing him when he wakes up <3 his sleepy brain can’t find the words to say that he had another nightmare about blade and needs to be comforted so he just whimpers and cries until he cums and if he asks you just go “👉👈 but you didn’t ask me to stop.” (He was trying to)

Oh also if it turns out neuvie is an otter I’m taking that as my green light to write the most vile porn bc reptiles don’t rlly bone for fun, but otters will fuck anything they can cram their dick into.

#pvbbysmut #dan heng smut #neuvillette smut #dan heng #neuvillette #pvbbyevents { Kinktober 2023 }

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foreststranger · 9 months

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i mostly write for honkai: star rail though i might write a few genshin related things here and there.

please request me to write something! i love writing (despite me abandoning projects all the time). now doing commissions as well if you wanna pay for my genshin and hsr funds…

i usually don’t proofread my work bc i’m too scared to read it, so forgive me for spelling/grammar errors and nonsensical lines.

“I'm Lynx, a Snow Plains Development Consultant. Though... I prefer exploring the vastness of the Snow Plains rather than solving problems in the city. The brisk weather can always stimulate your vim and vigor... Ah, sorry, I get distracted when thinking of all the possibilities hidden in the snow.”

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contact me via dms for commissions, rates, etc. however, as a standard, my rate is around $6.79-6.99 CAD/$5-5.16 USD (300 genesis crystals/300 oneiric shards) for every 700~ words. if you need help with how to pay, i can show you. ofc you don’t have to commission me but i’m getting desperate bc i need dan heng and then i need lynx and then there’s topaz and her little dog thing and jingliu and argenti and huohuo and then genshin’s hitting me with neuvillette AND wriothesley IN THE SAME PATCH pls i’ve never been more desperate for pixels. #commercializingyourhobbies. don’t feel pressured to commission me btw, little pixel people in my screen are luxuries, not necessities. i jst rlly want them.

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snekjoy · 4 months

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Alhaitham x Neuvillette save me neuvitham save me

They are very quiet and silently affectionate, and both constantly bring each other gifts like neuv bringing haitham a book he saw on ancient linguistics and haitham bringing him pretty sea-themed clips for his hair that he found at a stall

I think when they first get together neuv notices haitham is sort of closed off, so he gets rlly worried that he's not appearing human enough or that he's too intimidating, but rlly alhaitham is just autistic and doesn't know that he's coming across that way (he's so me)

But neuv thinks oh no!!!! Am I not being Nice???? Is there a cultural gap???? Does He Know??? So he begins to ask people questions (people being Kaveh, Nahida, Nilou, Cyno, Tighnari, everyone he can find that knows Alhaitham) about what he likes- his favourite food, his interests, does he like gifts, etc etc, and begins to bring him things to try and become his friend :)) he buys him a book and some coffee beans and gives them to him, apologising for if he's been acting off-putting, and alhaitham just goes ????uh OK thank you (pretty man giving me gifts.... nice) so the next time they talk he gets neuv a ribbon for his hair, because obviously, he should return the favour, right? It's not as big a gift, but neuv appreciates it very much and the next time, he's wearing it in his hair, and he has another gift, a nice keyring. It keeps going like this back and forth and back and forth, and they keep meeting up in cafes and at markets and RUMOURS HAPPEN because it's the ex acting grand sage and the iudex of fontaine hanging out and seemingly being very nice and friendly, of course there are rumours about them having say gex that's how it works

They are both entirely unbothered by the rumours, focused only on trying to find a nice gift for the next time, or on figuring out more about the other. Over months of meeting like this, of partially formal discussions and little gifts, furina and nahida BEG that they just ask each other on a proper date already. Neuvillette goes !!a date!! That's romance!! Are you sure he'd want me to do romance?? I'm still not sure he's all that comfortable with me :(( and Alhaitham goes ...weren't we already doing dates?

So. A little bit of miscommunication but it's OK, the next time they meet up Alhaitham brings a flower bouquet and says he's taking Neuvillette somewhere fancy, and leads him to a cafe that is themed around couples and one-on-one dates.

Neuvillette sits at one of the booths and goes ..this place has mainly couples as its patronage, I suppose we are the odd ones out. And Alhaitham sits across from him and goes ??uh. Not if you don't want to be the odd ones out.

Neuvillette meets his eyes, surpised, then smiles at the stiff and slightly uncomfortable expression on Alhaitham's face. He's come to understand that his expression isn't the end all be all of Alhaitham's emotions by now, but he still finds it... hm, strangely cute, how he shuffles a bit and avoids eye contact as he suggests that this could actually be more than platonic.

Yes, I'd like that very much, he says, and Alhaitham nods and focuses on the menu- this is actually less of a cafe and more of a restaurant, Neuvillette notices.

He smiles to himself and nudges Alhaitham's shoe with his own, getting his attention, and says thank you with this gentle smile and these slightly squinted eyes and Alhaitham stares, he just stares, because he's freaking out in his head that this man, this very very pretty man, enjoys his company. He stayed around past his cold exterior, and wanted to learn more about him.

He smiles a tiny smile back across the table, and begins a quiet conversation, both of their voices lowered and kept quiet. At some point they order food and drinks, at some point Neuvillette places his hand on the table, and at some point Alhaitham sees his hand and feels tempted, but no, he decides. He'll wait until the next date. No need to rush into things, is there?

#yes its another rarepair #no i have not learned my lesson #neuvitham #Neuvillette x alhaitham #Alhaitham x Neuvillette #genshin impact #genshin rarepair #rarepairs

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silkjade · 4 months

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your neuvillette writing… is astounding and gorgeously written in a way that rivals many published books do not match up to. the pacing and the cadence of your word choice is genuinely impressive. the way you are able to capture carnal desire mingled with tender and unadulterated passion has me reeling. thank you for writing such a beautiful piece, i have once again fallen in love with literature and how we humans are able to produce such intricate creations. words cannot describe the sheer impact your talent in writing holds. please, never stop writing. the ending had me smiling embarrassingly wide. perhaps if you feel like it, a continuation of neuvi claiming reader and thoroughly breeding in a way a dragon would their mate. perhaps you could throw in a little jealousy in there to spice things even more. either way, i think i speak for most when i say regardless of what you write, it will be enjoyed by many such as myself. take care lovely and have the best of days <3

OH MY GOD ??!!!??? thank you sm for your compliments nonnie, reading your message really made my day (இ﹏இ`｡)♡ i adore neuvi patootie and wanted to do him justice and honestly it was a bit hard balancing the dynamic && so it makes me incredibly happy to hear you loved it and i rlly can’t thank u enough for your kind words oh my goodness you are way too sweet to me, my heart was literally so full reading through your message >.< && oooh i luvvv when a bit of jealousy is thrown in hehe perhaps next time neuvillette will be in rut hehe who knows, not me ! :3c HAHA ANYWAYS ! i m sending u a basketful of goodies && i hope you have the most amazing day as well, love 💞

#— 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼 #˗ˏˋ ꒰ anon ꒱ ˎˊ˗

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dreamofjoys · 8 months

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Hi guys, just wanna apologise if I take too long to write a fic or whatsoever.

I’m actually not good at phrasing what’s in my mind and translating them to into words. I can’t rlly sit in one seating and dump out everything. I’m horrible at info dumping thing correctly, cause my thoughts are disorganised and it wouldn’t be right to publish a fic that doesn’t make sense LOL.

I know a lot of people here are waiting for my Neuvillette part 2 and my malleus fic for 3k event to continue but I’m actually VERYYYY self conscious with the way I’m writing smut (or just fics in general) now 😭

I’m trying to pull my shit tgt but I can’t stop thinking about how bad (or how it’s not up to standard) my fics are…… I’m aware that I’m not suppose to pool out my insecurities here but I just wanna let you guys know why I’m always so SLOW (even tho I might just be a procrastinator in general)

I’ll try to buck up and write em after my assignment…..

Aghhhhhhh it hurts to know that there’s so many kind of ideas that I wanna write but I gotta compromise and see if it’s what ppl want 😭😭 feels like I’m writing just to please people…

Edit: I’ll try to make it for kinktober (cause I wanna be part of it lol) but there’s so much things gg on in my life (online and offline) BIWBWOWBIWW ITS LIKE A TESTAMENT TO MY ADULTHOOD TELLING ME TO SET MYSELF RIGHT

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tklpilled · 2 months

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kaz im sad :( do u have any hug hcs for any of the genshin boys (no pressure to answer!)

i didn't know which ones u wanted but i didn't rlly wanna do all of them so i picked a few random!! lmk if you want anyone else <3

diluc is really bad at affection, both giving and receiving. he's like "a?? hug??? i mean sure ig??" and he hugs u really awkwardly but he's warm and it's still nice

albedo will awkwardly pat your back because it's something he's seen people do. he's a little cold to the touch but it's fine. he'll gladly give you a hug anytime but you have to specifically ask bc if you just hold your arms out he won't realise LMAO

xiao......tries his best. he's kinda loose with it and he pulls away too quickly but if you ask him to stay he won't move an inch until you do. he's always willing to hug you if you need it even if he's not good at it

gaming gives the best hugs in the world. he'll see you sad and be like "oh!! need a hug?" and then he'll pull you in tight but not too tight. he's also very soft and very warm <3 he might play with your hair too

thoma gives super good hugs too. he'll just grab your shoulders and pull you in, and since he's probably taller than you he'll rest his chin on the top of your head. if he knows you're sad about something in particular then he'll softly talk to you and comfort you

kazuha loves hugs but he's a little awkward, he's usually the one being hugged so his hugs are similar to beidou's, just much gentler. he'll hold you tight until ur ready to let go and he'll rub your back a little

cyno will gladly hug you, he'll immediately hold you and tell little jokes to try and cheer you up. he gives very tight hugs but the super comfortable kind

alhaitham has super firm hugs that still manage to be awkward. he knows how to in theory, but in practice it's not so easy. it's still very comfy though

wriothesley has bear hugs. even if you don't ask for one, he loves randomly pulling people into him and ruffling their hair a little

neuvillette is very hesitant about it. you have to guide him a little, place his arms where they're supposed to be, but once he's in place he'll hold on and refuse to let go even if you try pulling away, you have to verbally tell him you're done for him to let go

#ask #anonymous

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childeproof · 4 months

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( some ) of my selfships as mlp species: a definitive list.

sources: i am autistic, i have liked mlp since i came out the womb, i have 5/6 of the main six as christmas inflatables ( i cannot find a fucking rarity one ), + lauren faust herself told me this list was swagger.

i encourage you all to do this with your selfships.

— childe & sacha ; i can only see sacha as a unicorn, but childe i can see either a changeling or kelpie ( but not rlly canon kelpie, more of a sinister style with sharp teeth and a messy / flowy main & tail ). honestly leaning towards changeling though, because ( in my opinion ) i feel like he would have a strong affinity for magic and would want to try to learn about / study / use it all the time. instead of “fight me!” it’s “let’s duel!”. and, as a magic focused changeling, i think he would use his wings a lot less, so maybe they’d be smaller in size? things 2 think about. but anyways, sacha is a unicorn born in mountréal & moves to canterlot as a famed conductor. childe is a changeling in canterlot feeding off love & doing childe stuff.

— jesse & amelia ; they are both living currently in new mexicolt ( amelia moved from the califoalnia, jesse born there ). amelia is a deer pony + unicorn bc of course she fucking is. it helped her land a lot of roles tbh. her mother is a deer ( and not the like unaware deer in the series, the actually sentient ones in the comics lol ), her dad is a pegasus. her grandma is a unicorn, her great grandma was a unicorn, so that’s why amelia is a unicorn. jesse is a pegasus & a rainbow junkie. ( /hj on the rainbow junkie bit ). i think in new mexicolt amelia wld be known as like this weird but pretty creature. jesse is like “i’ve never been with a deerpony before, haha, but we can buck, ykwim?” and amelia threatens to kick him out ( they share a cottage home ).

— carmen & jamison ; jamison is a kirin. species that literally shut themselves up for years because they were scared of their own rage? yea, that’s james. i imagine she’d be actually rlly interested in helping herself not rage. she’s silly tho & is prone to like “mini raging” due to the stress of the kitchen. she wldn’t trade it for the world, she loves cooking. sometimes a little rage is good? anyways carmen is an earth pony lol and he is built like the apples ok, he is a strong stallion. I think he & pinkie shld meet..

— george & darcy & karev ; george is an earth pony ( comes from a family of hunters / trappers but chose to be a doctor ), darcy is a batpony ( hides her wings so ponies are less scared of receiving treatment from her ), and karev is a pegasus ( has seen darcy fly once but assumed she was a pegasus too, not a batpony. became a doctor because people said he couldn’t ). they have an interesting dynamic tbh. george is the first person to warm up to darcy in the hospital ( horsespital ), darcy falls for george, karev falls for darcy— it’s very messy, and neither of the stallions know that darcy is a batpony of the night. also, i think darcy wld use slightly unusual methods & wld be pretty close to zecora tbh. darcy might even be bat zebra-pony or smth, my world my rules.

— johnny & jules ; johnny earthpony jules cyborg pegasus. already spoke abt this in a post ermm

— makoto & marcelle ; tis hard.. but i think marcelle changeling & makoto is unicorn perhapsss i dunno.. subject to change :)

— sacha & neuvillette ; sacha being a unicorn is already established, but neuvillette is also a unicorn ( he is more powerful + wields ancient unicorn magic ). unicorn4unicorn, them touching horns often together.. them being silly & doing magic together / on each other.. they go to fancy canterlot operas together & such.. cuties

— havik & izana ; izana is a super pretty heaven sent earth pony ok, she literally embodies water so ofc she’s close to the earth, earth pony. i hate how ppl think earth ponies aren’t so cool, they were nerfed but guys 😭 anyways havik is a fuckass batpony or whatever. I love him lol.

— ken & allan & keith ; ken pegasus.. we all know why. Keith also pegasus. but in more of a fluttershy way, if you can believe it ( doesn’t fly often, lives on the ground, etc ) allan earth pony who lives with keith :) in their filly days ken & keith probably had flight competitions that were always like 50/50 in terms of who’s winning but keith lives on the ground now & ken refuses to admit he misses his buddy ( & that he loves him ). barbie is an alicorn also, bc ofc she is, it’s barbie?

#childeproof #selfship #self ship #mlp aus … ( is autistic )#ok here we go with the ship tags #chisacha #jesselia #carmison #george & karev & darcy #johnny cage x jules janssen #junny #junny if u will..#markoto #neuvillette x sacha lovell #hazana #kellan #ken x allan x keith #kellanken? kekellan?

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falthiere · 5 months

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rambling abt neuvillette and furina under the cut bc i am so full of thoughts and i do not want to bother ppl w them

i am so unwell over them

ok so like i am admittedly someone who stans a lot of (harmless) m/f out of a potentially misplaced sense of bisexual spite. so like i love neuvifuri and the shippers have my full support (except for the really weird ones 😭) but i am kind of unsure abt how to feel abt them as a ship

i was definitely drawn to neuvifuri pre-4.2 because they had such a good and fun dynamic. neuvillette is kind of an anchor to reign in furina shenanigans, they’re essentially co-rulers, and they’re the only two in fontaine who share longevity and eternity. and the end of neuvillette’s story quest where furina leaves a note for him just made me feel so sappy. like furina can teach him things too!!!

which is what makes the reveal so heartbreaking. everything that would have ostensibly brought them together was actually things that further isolated furina. like the whole point is that furina was truly and utterly alone in her situation. and it’s so tragic to think that the person who would ordinarily have been closest to her was the one who hurt her the most

and it’s even MORE tragic that neuvillette’s one and only request for the “trap” was that it not hurt furina, and yet it still had to play out that way, traumatizing her deeply in the process!! and he couldn’t have known, so it’s wrong to villify him for doing so, but you can’t change the distance that it furthers between them

and then you have furina, living as a regular human, and the only two who know what she went through are neuvillette and the traveler. we have already seen how the traveler reacts to this (they’re a fucking asshole) but neuvillette really sympathizes with her when focalors tells him all of this. he um. he doesn’t say sorry at the end of the archon quest but i think he’s nice enough in her story quest so. you’re on thin ice buddy

the way i’ve phrased this makes it seem like i think of all of this negatively bc it doesn’t feed into my ship. pls let me clarify that’s not what is happening here. like their dynamic is so fucking good none of this is a complaint in the slightest bc this is all so much more compelling

now that furina has a human lifespan any romance between them is destined to end in tragedy, and i don’t think romance is really what furina needs right now? i mean maybe it would help idk but i think she just needs to do her own thing for a while. the only person who can understand what she’s been through is neuvillette but i don’t think she feels anything romantic for him

the more i write the more i kind of like unrequited neuvifuri on neuvillette’s side. it is so deeply funny and so deeply sad

idk where i was rlly going w all of this but i cannot stop thinking abt them romantically or platonically i need more of it. most importantly i need neuvillette to gently hold furina because SOMEONE has to and it might as well be him

#dream journal #screams into a pillow

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nervocat · 6 months

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have u watched the new trailer :c

-🦦

OMG HI 🦦 ANON I MISSED YOU SMM HOW ARE YOU?!

(If you don't want any spoilers for the trailer or something don't read any further)

But yes I did watch the new trailer and it seems sooo cool. Like there was Skirk, the whale we finally get to see with Tartaglia coming back (seemingly in his foul legacy form), Furina apparently getting the death sentence for something and Navia possibly falling into the primordial waters and its all just so cool but makes me nervous all the characters are gonna die

Also it kinda looks like Neuvillette will get his full power back possibly to fight the whale and if so that'd be rlly cool but then the trailer said something like "you had a good 500 years" or something and that's making me nervous for him..

Sorry I rambled a bit, I'm just rlly excited about this update lol, more Furina lore possibly too

And if your in my timezone and see I posted this at like 3:40 am, no you didn’t :33

#🐾 ✷* — nervos replies . ✦#🐈‍⬛💌 ✷* — 🦦 anon . ✦#genshin trailer #so exciiiiiited #and happy #hehe :3

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childeproof · 1 month

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It’s Crazy Man, Bunny Teeth, and Super Rad for the ask game? ^o^)/

- @sheepie-self-ships

it’s crazy man! w/ neuvillette: “what was your first date with your f/o like?“

for the first official date him & sacha went to the opera together,, sacha, who formally sang in a chorus, was fascinated by the style. it was at the edge of its seat for the whole performance!

neuvillette is no stranger to watching operas, so he got them one of the best seats in the house and was mostly amused by sacha’s interest

they don’t talk throughout the performance, mostly using body language and bursts of eye contact to communicate feeling or thought; they’re not in tune, not soulmates, just two guys who grew up more formally than most

^^ they both prob know fan language, lol

anyhow, the opera quickly becomes their fav date spot. they typically go for a light meal before or after watching a performance :)

bunny teeth! w/ jfk ( clone high ): “what is your f/o’s favorite thing about you?”

he’s enamored by my autism.. i’m only half joking

jean-michel ( jm for short ) is my 2nd s/i for clone high and the one i pair with jfk,, he is autistic and i think jfk fucks with it.. lol

but for serious, probably jm’s artistic skills and dedication to it, he’s always drawing or creating something and it’s like he’s not only living up to his clone father’s reputation but in some ways exceeding it in the clone high verse ( he’s known!! online he’s rlly popular ) ( he doesn’t show his face in any videos though but ppl @ school know it’s him :p )

jfk can’t claim to be THAT dedicated to any hobby and i think he rlly admires jm for that

he desperately wants to model for jm & has probably not so jokingly offered to nude model for him just to get closer to him and flirt,, he flirts with jm the same way he flirts with every other romantic interest he’s had

jm is kind of oblivious to romance ( autism ) ( self projection not saying EVERYONE with autism is oblivious ) and i think he thinks of friendships a lot more so it’s only once he becomes comfy as friends that he considers jfk romantically

anyways yea prob his dedication to his craft,, jfk admires that a lot. and his smile but that’s for another day.

super rad! w/ jesse pinkman: “if you and your f/o had superpowers, what would they be?”

amelia wld be like word girl and for her that would be 100% a dream come true. if i had to limit it to one, probably super hearing or strength

but i rlly think she’d be like word girl with multiple powers that, unlike word girl, she’d have loose control over

jesse pinkman wld have super speed umm I love speedy heroes I think they’re always the cutest. the super speed cocky ish maybe a little flirty but goofy and charming and maybe a little immature but u know. ok u know the archetype y’all know what i’m talking abt. don’t make me list names.

if he didn’t have super speed i honestly.. gah can’t even imagine it.

he would try to speedily sneak up on amelia and she’d go “i heard you coming..”

imagining them as the incredibles now.. them being two married super heroes.. TOO SILLY! ABORT MISSION!

#childeproof #self ship #jesselia #neuvillette x sacha #sacha x neuvillette #neuvicha #<- tag for them maybe if I don’t already have one. I forgor #jeanjfk

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