There’s No Other Way To Describe It Other Than “fate”. Maybe It’s How The Universe Balances

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Genshin Impact (date! scenario) click and drag game!

warnings: flashing images

includes: characters up to v.1.6 (excluding klee, qiqi, diona, and sayu)

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✧ notes ; The Tsaritsa, Childe / Foul Legacy, Zhongli, Ei, Venti | Fatui / Villain AU ✧ warnings ; blood, physical violence, eye trauma [ implied ] ✧ taglist ; @ognenniyvolk​

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Inspired by @myuni-moon, @willowedwisteria, @lovelornobsessions, @versadies <3333

Warnings: graphic description of violence.

Death has cast her gaze on your wretched body.

Each puff of breath you take burns in your tired lungs, your legs long since unable to carry you any further. You were so tired but you still—

You still wanted to live.

A choked sob catches in your throat, raw and painful. Your hands scrabble over stone and dirt and snow, desperate for anything but that useless, pathetic hope is crushed into a hundred pieces when a foot pressed down, hard, on your thin wrist.

Xiao's golden eyes peer at you with just a twinge of pity but you don't want his pity, you want his mercy. Mercy from a painful death and from the hatred you'd been a recipient to ever since you found yourself in Genshin Impact, wonder and excitement all but lost when someone wearing your face declared you an imposter and demanded your head on a platter.

Cracked lips fall open, a gasp tearing from your chest like tearing flesh off bones. Your tears blur his face into another unrecognisable person, ready to be your judge, jury and executioner for a crime uncommitted yet blamed all the same on you.

Hands, golden lined and colder than Dragonspine itself clasp around your neck faster than you can sob out more pathetic pleas. You swear you can feel Zhongli bending the bones from his grip alone, your windpipe slowly, achingly giving way under his fingers yet it doesn't compare to the sheer pain you feel at the hatred in his eyes when he stares down at you.

Only a sick gurgle escaped past your lips, just as ugly as what you've become.

"Thank you, darlings," the monster wearing your skin finally appears in all their splendid glory and followed by more "loyal acolytes", smiling so serenely you would've thrown up what little food you'd eaten had it not been for your current predicament. "Still not going to repent? To ask for my frogiveness? To shed this shameful skin of yours?"

This skin is mine! You want to shriek. You want to claw at their eyes and their stolen body to see if behind it all was blood and bone or just an empty abyss. This skin is mine!

"Xiao?"

His attention is immediately on them, even the pity now long gone. You are still staring at Zhongli's eyes and it feels as though the sun itself has turned its back on your. "Yes, your excellency? What can this lowly servant do for you?"

Your monstrous twin sighs, as though they feel genuinely bad. Lies, lies, lies, liar—

"Kill them for me. Make their last breath be a scream."

Zhongli's hands falls away and you are not even granted the privilege of one breath before Xiao's spear— the one you gave him— is lodged deep in your stomach.

You scream just as the beast wearing your flesh demanded— your scream is liquid horror; it is a sound deep from the corners of the abyss where monsters lurk and the sun doesn't shine; your scream lets him— lets everyone— know that by cutting you, they are cutting themselves; lets them know that that true sound is one that can be found within them, yet by their own hands they've blackened every vision oh happiness and joy you could have shown them.

Golden ichor covers the ground, your bruised body, your hands. You cough it up your raw throat and beyond the haze of painpainpain, you feel even more hands descend on your writhing body. They plea and beg and grovel to you and even beyond that, there is another shriek but you can no longer tell if it is your or somebody else's.

You meet Xiao's golden eyes, and they stare at you in muted horror and regret. You want to laugh but all you do is choke on even more blood as you're picked, as a maelstorm of healing hydro and anemo surrounds you.

Death has cast her gaze on your wretched body, yet she turns away from you all the same.

otherworldly ~ coraline!au (pt.3)

PAIRING ~ jimin x reader

GENRE ~ horror/thriller

WORD COUNT ~ 20K

SUMMARY ~ when you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is not intent on letting you leave.

WARNINGS ~ profanity, ANGST, relationship struggles, kidnapping, general creepiness, guilt tripping, spiders, violence, mentions of starvation, minor body mutilation, insects, restraints, blood, rats, non-graphic body horror, slight gore, needles/impalement, referenced medical horror, slight injury, jimin is a creep, dub-con kiss.

A/N ~ thank you for your patience!! I hope you like it :)

PART 1 PART 2

The floorboards aren’t enough to ground you. Not when your heart is about to pound out of your rib cage, shaking hands scrabbling for purchase on something solid, something real.

How does one ground themselves after crawling out of hell?

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all of us are dead — incorrect quotes (spoiler)

y/n : I'm so ugly

cheong-san : beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

y/n : you mean 'eye'?

cheong-san : ... istg

gwi-nam ver

y/n : I'm so ugly

gwi-nam : bitch i fancy you wtf? you're fucking attractive in my eyes!

y/n : take out the s.

gwi nam :

also gwi nam : cHeONg-sAn

brighter than stars for @jkvjimin✨

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❝A god's puppet❞

Note! Hi hello, good evening, good afternoon, and good morning. Enjoy?

✎...Includes : A lot

❬Information: not much disturbing topics but cult and mentions of obsessive behaviours ❭

Intro:

So I have a thought,,,,, what if instead of a god who created,,, you were the god who controlled.

Like...You didn't create Teyvat. You controlled it.

You controlled people.

Archons even.

With the appearance of the traveler. Everything became strange. They could always feel an unknown presence around him— a presence that made them—everyone feel at ease.

Soon that presence start to linger around them too. It felt akin to a warm welcoming embrace. The presence so strong, so warm so, so addicting. They couldn't fight it when it started to control them.

Not even the strongest vision user could stop it, hell even Archons couldn't. It was far too powerful.

(I'm referring to when you pull for characters)

It was at first concerning but it didn't cause them any harm. Although wary they let it be. And sooner or later they start to get used to it.

In fact they start to like it. They start to crave it.

To them the presence was odd.... It lingers around them for days— weeks or maybe months sometimes years but then suddenly it disappeares- far more longer than the time they stayed. (Time is different in game and irl)

It was....strange—having used to being around it, they didn't like the feeling of the sudden emptiness whenever it wasn't around.

Why disappear so suddenly?

They wanted to ask. But they know they cant. It will never answer. You will never answer.

They also start to notice how weird everyone seems. Like how they (the NPCS) seem to always repeat the same thing whenever they (the characters) talk to them when you're around but will act normally when you aren't.

They start to question everything. What were you? Why do you affect the world around you?

They felt like they were puppets—the presence acting as the strings that bind them—while an unknown hand controls their every movement.

And they wished to know who that hand was. Who was the one powerful enough to control Archons? To control even the most powerful people in Teyvat? Who were you? And why can't they break free from you?

Then they start to misunderstand. Were you perhaps a God of some sort?

Well I mean. You could control Archons. If you were no God then what were you?

They start to become curious too. Curious as to who you were. To what you were.

That curiosity start to become some sort of obsession uh oh cult time. They couldn't find anything about you. You were a God who was not written in any transcript nor were you in any history books.

No one has heard of you— not even Zhongli nor did Venti. Ei's sister never told her about you.

To them it felt like an insult. How dare they not know about someone as great as you? How could they not know you?

You deserved to be known.

You needed to known.

It felt like a sin not to know you.

They start to gather. They start to call themselves your worshipper. Your dearest servants who would follow you to the ends of the world.

Your puppets.

They start to form groups—cults, that worship you, inviting non vision users to worship you and your name.

Each controlling entity in every nation start to make shrines dedicated to you

Jean who orders the knights to build a shrine outside Mondsadt City, tasking Albedo into making an outline of how the Shrine would look like. Venti can sometimes be seen admiring it.

Ningguang who builds a shrine somewhere in Liyue, adoring it with gold and many other jewels. The adepti also built a separate shrine somewhere in the mountains—often visited by Ganyu, Qiqi, Yanfei, Shenhe, Xiao and Zhongli.

Outside Tenshukaku, Ei orders the commissioners to build a shrine too— there's also one somewhere in Watatsumi island —one that is personally being taken care by Kokomi and Gorou.

The shrines were useless of course—since for some reason those things always seemed to disappear whenever you were around but would reappear when you aren't

What's the use of building it if you can't see it?

(it's not programmed in game,, A+ for effort tho)

And if you think that's bad wait 'til they become self aware.

idk if anyone has done this yet but whatever here is another contribution to SAGAU hope u enjoyed

Stealing Kisses From A Harbinger!

Pairings: husband!Scaramouche x gn!reader (They/them)

Warnings: none, just fluff and flustered scaramouche

Prompt: Reader steals kisses from scaramouche every chance they get and he loves hates it

First of all, life as a harbinger and a full-time husband is extremely busy for Scaramouche. He has to do paperwork, lecture the new recruits, and give you attention. Second of all, you've recently been getting a great surge to give him kisses everywhere on his face!

Scaramouche thought that life as both of those things would be easy, but not when it's all happening at the same time.

You'd usually use an excuse to go into his office just to kiss him up by getting him hot and fresh tea or tell him you forgot your sweater in there but you didnt.

Every single time you walk in there though, he wouldn't be in his leisure time doodling away in his paperwork, instead, he would be signing documents and letters of agreement which was always such a shame.

So you always take the opportunity to spend every single second coddling him, even if it means he'll be interrupted in his work.

"Did you drink the tea I made for you earlier? It's getting cold." You asked, staring at the unmoved teacup you placed over fifteen minutes ago as you sat on the desk, legs crossed.

He simply replied with a mere 'mmm', continuing to do his paperwork, not sparing a glance at you.

And now was the moment to strike, you leaned over to him whilst sitting on the desk, grabbed his head gently, and gave him a big, sloppy kiss, releasing with a 'mwah' sound. Him, hair a mess and profusely blushing, was obviously flabbergasted by the wet kiss.

Although you both have been married for decades, it is always such a new feeling for him to receive affection.

"Are you doing that thing again-" He was cut off when you started pressing kisses all along his neck up to his face, then a long and final kiss on his lips.

You pulled back, expecting his usual expression, trying to look angry when disturbed from work but also really flustered.

Although his eyebrows were furrowed and had a forced frown, he also had a furious blush dusted on his cheeks fighting to make him smile.

He turned away on his office chair and looked away from you, trying to fix his face and hair before he could look at you again. Meanwhile, you just chuckled as you watched him struggle to pull off his big bad harbinger persona again.

a/n I hope u guys enjoyed this (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈) it is one of my first works so please be nice. reblogs and likes appreciated. come join my genshin based discord server!

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The Broken Vow

Description: You met your husband when you were children, foolishly following the pull of first love. Nothing seemed impossible with him holding your hand; dreams and hopes at your fingertips. But when an accident happened, and you were left alone in this world, you learned how to rebuild it without him. Years later he’s back by your side, the only problem – he’s not too keen on having been replaced. It’s not your fault…right?

Warnings: manipulation, yandere, hospitals, divorce, mentions of death, angst, weight loss (not by MC), power corruption, self-condemnation. Please keep in mind this is a yandere story.

Word Count: ~13.5k

One-shot

!In no way of shape and form do I think this is how Jungkook acts in real life, this is pure work of fiction, so if you choose to read it, please keep that in mind!

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crawling fighting bleeding losing fighting bleeding losing rn sjdbshsvsb I JUST LOVE ITTO SO...SO MUCH??? PLS HE'S MY COMFORT CHARACTER SO HERE'S SOME SAGAU BRAINROT W HIM ALDHSJDBSB Itto is so baby, that I literally made him baby here jsdkfhsdj

tagging @nicebonescomrade cause she said she would love some itto content :>

in terms of warnings, there's a bit of discrimination against Oni at the very start, so please take note! But regardless, i can only write fluff so I won't be going too deep into it

also, i wanna take this time to say asks are open and everyone can send any reqs or brain rots !! however, i still have a life outside of tumblr so if i get bombarded, asks will be closed. I'll also be making an intro post soon sdhfkdf

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"Nuh-uh! I was just trying to help the fox! Its leg got caught under a big rock!"

"Yeah, mom! Itto was just helping the poor fox!"

The little boy's mother huffed in frustration, grabbing her son's wrist and pulling him along with her, "Onis are onis, no matter what! Stay away from them, young man!"

The young oni could only pout as his newfound friend was taken away. He resented being an oni sometimes, the horns that weighed heavy on his head serving as a reminder that he was not human, he does not fit in, he does not belong.

Vision becoming cloudy with tears, the young oni bit his lip.

"I don't want to cry, crying's for nerds...!"

The young Arataki states, his tiny form shaking as the tears started to stream down. Wiping them off, the cry of the fox he saved caught his attention.

"Huh? What is it, little guy? Need some water?"

Itto carefully picks up the fox carrying it to the river for a drink. The fox eagerly drank from the river, Itto patting its little head as he stared into his own reflection on the water.

His white hair was muddied, knots and tangles everywhere as well as a few twigs and leaves. His face covered in dirt from falling down while running away from humans who wanted nothing to do with him.

And to top it off, his auburn gaze turned to his reflection's horns.

Arataki Itto hated his horns.

Arataki Itto didn't like being an Oni.

'If I didn't have my horns, then my friend's parents would let me play with them!'

'I didn't mean to push Renren too hard, I didn't think I could be that strong! I'll be careful from now on, please let me keep playing with Renren!'

'I'm not scary! I just want to play with all of you...'

The fox that was drifting off to sleep next to Itto was startled when the young oni slapped his reflection on the water again and again, getting both himself and the fox wet. Itto continued until he wasn't sure if his face was wet from his incessant attack at his reflection in the river, or from the tears that never seemed to cease their flow.

In a moment of impulse, the little oni wrapped his hands around one of his horns, pulling as hard as he could to get rid of them.

"Come...on...! I don't...need...my horns...! Get off...of me...! AH—"

Losing his balance, the young Arataki fell face-first into the ground. Groaning, he let go of his horns in defeat before feeling a warmth against his skin. Curious, he lifted himself off of the ground, dusting off most of the dirt and soil that got on his face. Following the source of the warmth, his eyes turned to you.

You were beautiful— holy, even. Itto had never seen such a divine being such as yourself. He watches as your hand gently floats over the injured fox he saved, its wound healing instantly. His gaze reaches behind you, you had the most beautiful wings he had ever seen.

Scratch that, you were the only person he's seen with wings! Itto was ecstatic, he called out to you without thinking. After all, no one else had wings like you do, much like how he had horns no one else had. Maybe you two shared similar sentiments.

"Hey! Are those wings of yours the same pain as mine!?"

Your attention was immediately caught, such a joyful voice saying such heartbreaking words. His eyes were glowing with curiousity, yet they also looked hollow. Scanning his small frame, your heart sinks as you think about what the young oni has been through.

You motion for him to come towards you, inviting him to sit next to you on the grass. He does so eagerly, wanting to hear your answer. You dip your hands into the river's cold water and gently clean his face, Itto let you.

"Well little one, they're not..."

Itto pouted, his mood sinking once more.

"Of course they're not...everyone probably thinks you're really cool! You can grab the biggest onikabuto on top of trees, right? Man, I wanna do that too!! All I have are these stupid horns..."

You clicked your tongue, who would dare to say such rude words to a child? Oni or not, Itto was still a kid, trying to get by with his day to day life by himself.

"Now who told you that? Your horns look beautiful, they fit you very well."

Itto was confused, he had never heard anyone tell him that.

"Hey, uh...you're not like, blind, are you?"

You chuckle, carefully removing the leaves and twigs stuck in the young oni's hair.

"I'm not, it's the truth. I'm sure you'll be a very handsome oni when you grow up."

He huffs at you, "I don't wanna be an oni! Humans don't play with oni! You're not human, right? You can play with me!"

"I'm afraid I'm very busy, little one. But one day, I'll make it up to you. We'll fly around high places, run around and help people, and we'll eat all kinds of delicious foods!"

The stars were in Itto's eyes, he failed to notice your wet hands trying to detangle through the bird's nest he called hair— that or he didn't mind you accidentally tugging at his hair while you tried to comb through it.

"Really!? You promise!?"

"Well, only in one condition."

Itto pouted but waited for your deal.

"I want you to take care of yourself while I'm gone, and don't try to pull out your horns, okay?"

"But I hate my horns! People say they're ugly and that I'm a monster! It's not like they're wrong...stupid, ugly horns..."

Itto looks down at his clenched fists, tears pricking at his eyes once more. But this time, he feels your gentle touch under his chin, making him look up at you.

"Listen here, little one."

Itto bit his lip, not used to such intense eye contact, despite your eyes holding nothing but a warmth that felt like home to him, even if he's never really had one.

"I don't know what they said to you, but you're brilliant the way you are. I don't see those ugly horns you're talking about, I see a beautiful crimson crown. A symbol of pride, a testament to what you are; the one and oni."

"...Was that a pun?"

You laugh lightly, Itto pouted once more before laughing with you.

Once laughter died down, you lead Itto to the river, encouraging him to look at his reflection.

Clean and fresh, hair neatly brushed and horns at full display. Itto takes in how different he looked, how his horns seemed to shine proudly against his white locks of hair.

"See? And I'm sure you're a wonderful person too, little one. Horns and all."

For once, Itto was quiet.

Thoughts went through his head, comprehending everything that had just happened. He used his brain so much, he fell asleep.

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You carry the little sleeping oni in your arms, taking him to a nearby village where one of your most dedicated followers lived, she was peculiar woman, and you were certain she'd take the little oni in and raise him with the love and care he deserved.

You knock on her door.

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Itto wakes up in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar woman offering him a bowl of porridge, it took a little bit of back and forth before Itto gave in. Looking around, he sees something on the desk next to the bed.

It was a comb, and a note.

"Take care of yourself, my one and oni. We can play together when time allows it.

~ Your Winged Friend"

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"And after that, Granny Oni told me all about our creator, and that's when I decided I'd make sure my hair's always perfect!"

Itto's boisterous laugh fills the teapot as Aether hums.

"Wow...Teyvat's creator really is something, huh?" Paimon comments, but Itto disappeared. Looks like their creator has logged in.

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Itto looks down at the ground below him, soon feeling the warmth that told him his creator was ready to go exploring with him once more. Jumping off, the wind glider opens.

Flying in the skies, helping people, and eating good food. He owed it all to you.

Arataki Itto loves being an oni.

Arataki Itto loves his horns.

Arataki Itto loves you.