๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: The creator is reincarnated into the world and everyone goes apeshit.
(๐/๐): Why do I wanna be a baby so bad... Is it the daddy issues
๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ (๐ฌ): The babies go through life-threatening tests (Seriously, do not give these people your babies), reader gets separated from her mother and the mom doesnโt really care
ย ย Ever since their beloved creator died, every newborn has to go through tests determine if they are the previous creator reincarnated. This is non-negotiable; the parent will have to serve time if they deny this law, even if the baby doesnโt display features of the creator.
ย ย The first test is their eyes. Their creator has white eyes to distinct them from any other. It isnโt often babies are born with white eyes, so if they do past this test, they are put under immediate watch.
ย ย The second test is based on their ears. The creators ears are pointed, making them resemble an elf. Because of this, pointed ears are highly adored and are a huge beauty standard.
ย ย The last test is completed in segments. They are first placed around the more docile creatures, such as cats, dogs, foxes, squirrels, etc. They will either leave the baby alone or flock toward them. The latter will allow them to continue onto the next phase.
ย ย The second part of this phase, they will be placed in the center of a herd of slime. Again, if they flock toward the infant, they will move onto the next phase.
For the last part of this phase, theyโre offered to a pack of Hillichurl. By this point, their status is practically guaranteed, so the archons will be there to spectate to make sure the baby stays safe.The Hilichurls will either accept or deny the baby.
ย ย If they are accepted, a celebration will be thrown and the babyโs birthday will become a national holiday, celebrated by all. The mother is congratulated for giving birth to their divine creator, but unfortunately, the baby will be moved to a palace and the mother will not come with.
ย ย As compensation, the mother will be given enough funds to live the rest of her life peacefully, but it is unlikely they will see the baby past this point.
ย ย You are the most pampered baby in Teyvat. You are treated with the utmost care; anything you even look at will be offered to you immediately.
ย ย The second you cry, someone is there to coddle you and tend to your needs.
ย ย There will always be at least one archon with you. Every week, they will hold a littleย โritualโ where they sit in a circle and youโre placed in the middle. Whoever you touch first--on your own--will be assigned the role of your protector. They can remove anyone from your general area as they see fit; how much they do this varies on which archon you have chosen.
ย ย Before Nahida came along, you chose Venti the most often, because the others intimidated you. Venti is extremely salty that you choose Nahida most often now and suggested a rule that an archon canโt go twice in a row.
ย ย The others agree fairly quickly, so now whoever protected you before is kicked from the circle.
ย ย There is now a designated nap-time for everyone in Teyvat. Anyone else in Teyvat that needs nap-time will do it when you do. Even if they are unable to nap, theyโre required to keep their volume down. Construction canโt be scheduled if it overlaps your nap-time.
ย ย Every month or so, there is an event where you travel through Teyvat and meet everyone you possibly can. You are given toys, food, luxury items, etc. If you were to reject someone openly, they are shunned; the public firmly believes that you are like a cat in the sense that you can predict evil in people. Itโs not likely they will stay employed.
ย ย However, anyone you accept will be given amazing opportunities, as they are seen as good luck. They will be given high-paying job offers, contracts with important people, and even a chance to play with you themselves because youโre so fond of them.
ย ย After youโre confirmed as the creator, youโre name becomes veryย common. For babies, Itโs the highest honor to be named after you, as they wonโt be close to you otherwise. Not until youโve reached an independent age.
ย ย Anyone that requests to visit you personally gets a background check. Anyone with a criminal record that may put you in danger is rejected immediately. Because of this, you havenโt met any of the harbringers.
โSometimes I sit here feeling like a ghost, itโs that emptiness I think that hurts the most.โ
โEver since I first heard this song it has meant something to me. I do sit and exist feeling like a ghost sometimes. A ghost to everyone else, and a ghost to myself. I often wonder if people see me or hear me. But I also wonder if I see or hear myself. My mind is always screaming something. Sometimes itโs something good, sometimes itโs not. Even when the room is silent, there is so much nose. The internal storm going on within myself of wanting to feel these emotions and feelings, and simultaneously not wanting to feel them. But I think at this point itโs not about what I want, but more about what I need. I need to feel, and right now I think and I hope I am ready to. โ
And there she was, sitting on the floor, her tears flowing, thinking about everything everyone told her all those times she defended her belovedโs lack of attention because she slowly realized it was all true. It hurt her that it was with the only person she truly fell in love with, so she was destroyed. The shadow of her insecurities was overtaking her glow; those sweet chocolate eyes that once looked at her with warmth now had an ice-cold stare, an empty look with no sentiment. SMLG.
๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: When the archons refuse to allow the harbringers to visit, they take matters into their own hands.
(๐/๐): Literally only wrote this because of one person loll. Also, I don't know jack shit about the harbringers so I used Wiki to get their personalities and things like that, don't trash me pls
๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ (๐ฌ): You get kidnapped. That's it, that's the whole post
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By the time the harbringers realized you were discovered, the archons already had a tight grip on you. They immediately sent a request to visit the land of Mondstat to see their beloved creator, only to be denied.
They tried everything they could to convince the archons to let them visit. They tried sweet words, vows to change their ways, and bribery, but none of their tactics worked.
Finally, they decided to use brute force. They were going to see you no matter what.
The amount of fatui sightings tripled in less than a week. They appeared everywhere for seemingly no reason. While the public remained clueless, the archons knew it was retaliation.
Eventually, the fatui focused all their might on your palace. Fatui members flooded through your gates and attacked everyone they laid their eyes on.
The archons were forced to part from you and put you in the arms of a citizen; they wrapped you tightly in a blanket and held you to their chest, pretending you were their normal, mortal baby.
Pierro, however, saw through this facade. He approached the woman with a scowl on his face and demanded she surrendered the child.
She protested, but Pierro pried you out of her arms and into his. He left without a trace while you slept peacefully in his coat.
The woman was in shambles when the archons found her again. Tears were streaming down her face as she mumbled about failing them and her creator.
Unfortunately, once they figured out what happened, you and the fatui were gone.
You are literally never on your feet. If Pierro isn't holding you, It's first come first serve. He could be in an important meeting and you'll be hanging onto Pierro's coat and playing with his hair. You can even put stickers on him! He'll see them as a blessing.
Pierro isn't too entertaining to be around. 90% of the time he's working, and the other 10% is when he's sleeping. But on the off chance he has free time, he tells you stories about Khaenri'ah. Only if nobody's around can you get him to play with your dolls. He finds it quite relaxing, so long as he isn't caught.
Dottore... Isn't someone you should be around. The others will actively keep you away from him so your health isn't at risk. Despite your age, he wants to do experiments on you so he can better understand your abilities and tolerance. You like his mask, though.
Columbina likes to nap with you. You two will sleep for hours in the comfiest of outfits. She is very polite towards you and doesn't dare to raise her voice around you. Columbina will treat you like you're older than you really are, often consulting you in big decisions.
Capitano doesn't often interact with you, he doesn't want to tarnish his reputation, but he is around you as often as possible. He's heard stories of people being cursed and thrown to the streets because you were displeased with them--he doesn't want to become like them. He would much rather keep his distance so his honor isn't tainted.
He does admire from afar how you're able to be so graceful, even as an infant. He aspires to be like you (though, he'll never admit it out loud.)
Pulcinella likes to predict how you'll be when you're an adult. Pinpointing whether you'll be strong, polite, or rude beyond compare, and what national tragedies you'll cause is a game to him. He has your entire life laid out in front of him.
However, because of his stature, you often confuse him with someone around your age. As annoying as it is to hear the other's teasing comments, it does give him the opportunity to study you more.
You see the soft side of Scaramouche more than anyone. He aims to treat you better than his mother treated him. He does get annoyed at the others calling him soft, so you'll only see this side of him behind closed doors.
Sandrone can be a little nasty personality-wise, but being with her means you can play with her Automaton experiments. Unfortunately, she only allows you to play with the one that follows her, but that doesn't mean you can't sneak off to play with the others.
La Signora likes to tell you stories from both imagination and personal experiences. Out of all of them, she's the one that acts the most like a mother figure. She's the one to console you when you have a nightmare, entertain you when you're bored, and kiss your boo-boos when you trip running down the hallway.
If anyone gives her nasty looks for this, wishing they were in her place, she's quick to point out their jealousy.
Pantalone will spoil you in any way he can, often sizing up his coworkers doing so. Oh, Pierro gave you a limited-edition dollhouse? Here's your own castle decorated with your favorite character--the only one of its kind! Signora gave you a blanket made of silk? Have a Navajo blanket with a unique pattern, he insists.
He'll also push around and bully the others to get more time with you. He has no shame.
If Arlecchino isn't pursuing Columbina, they're bending to your every whim. Much like the archons, they'll retrieve anything you look at and offer it to you. Whenever you're cranky, they'll do everything they can 50 times over to make you happy again.
Tartaglia rivals Signora in terms of affection. He's the most likely to take you around the outside world--with a disguise, of course. You can't be out for long, however, as the animals will start to flock. Tartaglia often schedules playdates for you and Teucer; he's grown quite fond of you being in his family.
Tartaglia's goal is to raise you to be strong in hopes you'll become a worthy opponent.
My mind feels so heavy. There's no more space inside for new thoughts to take shape, yet they keep forming at a rapid pace.
My eyes are heavy. If I could've measured my tears in the last three weeks, I bet I could save us from the drought forecasted.
I have ball bags for eyes that keep filling up and watering at any given time, announcing unexpected rain.
Am I too heavy to be around? Do I take up so much room in rooms that people judge me and say "fuck that".
Can they feel it? Is "not good enough" seeping out of my skin? Can they smell "crazy" on my clothes? Is "stupid" tattooed above my eyebrows? Can they taste "loneliness" on my tongue?
Healing isn't pretty, I can't say I enjoy it all the time. Tapping out what no longer serves me and tapping in all the good energy. I'm tapping so much I think I'm losing brain cells.
I'd love to meet "Inner Peace". So I can tell her to go fuck herself for making me climb mountains, run through rivers, endure chaotic storms and wildfires, just to finally sit down with her.
Then I'd hug her and kiss her and ask her to please never leave me.
Afterwards, I'd apologise for saying exactly what I wanted to say because guilt engulfs me. Then I'd become completely obsessed with her and question her every motive because I have attachment issues.
Some stand tall, some short, yet here I am. I wish I were a tree. Maybe then I would be ok. Trees are wanted, they provide so much. Paper, oxygen, aesthetic beauty. These things bring the world joy. Why canโt I be a tree?
The worst part is, trees canโt get hurt. Even when they do, they never fail to stand tall and keep pushing through. I wish I were a tree. Fungi and trees live in a symbiotic relationship, benefiting each other without causing the other harm. Trees provide shelter too, and not just for animals. Plants and humans benefit from their massive branches and fallen limbs. I wish I were a tree.
In the end, Iโm only benefiting the decomposers.
Sometimes I believe the only impact I am going to have in this world is the muddy footprints I leave on this trail, and even then theyโll be washed away come the next rain. Or maybe itโs the death of plants I stumble over. Itโs ok though, Iโll be joining them soon. I just have to give it time.
I envy the tree I now sit under. Itโs battered and worn and has clearly seen better days, yet itโs still standing strong. Itโs lost half its limbs, and theyโre dropping lower now, almost as if begging the ground to swallow it whole. Yet thereโs still a part of the tree bearing new leaves, reaching to the heavens and protruding its strength. I wish I were a tree.
I envy this tree. Its scars are beautiful. People wonโt judge this tree for its battles, its struggles, its successes. I bet the other trees here didnโt give up on this one when discovering its secrets, its struggles. Why wonโt people think of me that way? I wish I were a tree. Maybe then they wouldnโt be as repulsed by my scars, my past, my story. I would be worth so much more as a tree.
What am I saying, though? If I were a tree, I would be the one just across from me now, dead and breaking at the seams, unable to bear the weight of the animals trying to thrive in my presence. Or maybe I would be the tree to fall on some innocent familyโs home, ruining their lives. Letโs be honest, no matter what life form I am, Iโm always ruining something for someone. But at least Iโd be pretty.
I wish I were a tree.
A/N: Some of y'all said you'd still like to read my writings, even if it isn't fanfiction, so here you go!
I'll never understand why girls are like this but social media is influencing them to ignore man who have good traits and instead get attached to that one stupid boy who don't give a shit about her.