Genshin Impact Has This Weird Thing I Just Noticed While Looking Back In The Intro Cutscene In Japanese.

Genshin Impact has this weird thing I just noticed while looking back in the intro cutscene in Japanese.

Promo material usually showcases Aether as the Traveller that the player chooses. However, the intro, or at least the bit from after you pick either twin until after said twin cries for the god to give back their sibling, seems to be animated with Lumine in mind.

Analysis:

The "Pick your twin" shot

When you pick Aether, the Lumine block thing is in the right hand. From his position, Aether seeming circles around the unknown goddess before trying to strike (originally I was gonna point out the use of the left hand... until I realize in the preceeding bits, both twins hold their sword with their right hand. I assume for cinematic purposes Lumine suddenly uses her left in the "pick your twin" bit). Also the goddess had the time to throw the Lumine cube to her left hand before looking at it apparently.

Both twins here hold their blade with their right hand in this just in case anyone wanna point out certain things.

As for Lumine

Noticed how things visually make a bit more sense with Lumine as the player character in this bit? The Aether cube ends up in her left hand and Lumine, from where she was, flies straight to the back of the goddess, who is still using the same hand while looking at the Aether cube. Everything flows better visually when you pick Lumine in this cutscene.

Where am I going with this? Well, I'm not saying Aether is not the actual "canon" Traveller as the promo stuff likes to make you think. It's just interesting that this is the one time something in the game is done with specifically Lumine as the player character in mind when promos usually have Aether in that role. Also so that if there is anyone stupid enough to dismiss Lumine as the "non-canon" player character because of the promo stuff, this can be proof that Lumine as the "canon" traveller is just as valid as Aether being the "canon" traveller.

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1 — The End: Start!

✧ Apokályspi: The End — a various!genshin impact x gender neutral!reader series.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: When you wake up, you realise two things at once: the first is more obvious, and it’s that you don’t belong here. The second is more peculiar than anything, really: for some reason, you can see colors.

GENRE/S & OVERALL TROPES: Romance; Adventure; Fantasy. Reincarnation; Transmigration; Isekai; Reverse Harem; Slow Burn

CONTENT: Explicit language; Reader panics

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i know it's not sunday but i felt really bad taking so long to post this so here you go! enjoy :)

✧ REMINDER: If you want to add on to or disprove anything regarding any of the topics explored in this series, don't be afraid to DM me!

Touch alone was enough for you to realise that you weren’t meant to be here.

There was no flimsy blanket pulled over your legs, no pillow bracing your head, no soft breeze from the cheap mini fan you’d bought half a week ago. The air was crisp, refreshing—the opposite of the heavy summer you’d gotten used to breathing. Without a doubt, you knew: you weren’t meant to be here.

Your other senses, too, all the smells and the sounds—they did nothing to help you.

Leaves rustled above you, accompanied by the knocking of branches against each other. Nearby, water flowed, the sound coming from farther back still; you heard the crashing of a waterfall from your left. Also, you were certain that your college campus didn’t house cranes, judging by the rattling calls in the distance.

So, curious and wary, you opened your eyes and—

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

Holy fucking shit.

Blue. The sky was blue.

A common fact. Everyone knew that. The sky was blue, grass was, most often, green, and the sun was a yellow dwarf star.

In all your twenty-one years of living, however, you’d never understood any of that.

Stupid? No. You weren’t stupid. It was more like you couldn’t understand. You’d heard it all before, whether it be from the internet or in a book or by way of a random stranger on the street. You could list all the colors the sky came in from memory: blue, red, pink, yellow, orange, purple. The most common color of grass was green, and stars came in nearly every colour of the rainbow.

Brainless was one thing you’d never admit to being—not to mention your parents would have your head if you were. Because you knew about the names, the shades, the concepts. You heard them, read them, could spell them out loud or trace them in the earth with your eyes closed. It was just that you didn’t know them. You couldn’t see them. At least, not the way others did.

Though it wasn’t like you didn’t try.

Hours spent poring over descriptions and scrolling through the internet did nothing but explain concepts, symbolisms—feelings people connected to the colors you couldn’t see. To them, they might’ve made sense, but they could see them. Seeing colours was out of the picture for you. So, nothing. You knew nothing.

Knowing nothing was annoying enough—and for as long as you could remember, you’d hated that. You hated that you couldn’t know or understand. You hated what made it so that you couldn’t understand. Hated it.

It, meaning achromatopsia.

Achromatopsia, the condition that made almost half of your classmates in kindergarten dub you the ‘weird kid’ without hesitation when you colored the grass purple in crayon. From misunderstandings at your part time job to converting to a completely monochrome wardrobe in fear of going out in some ridiculous color combo, you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t affect almost every aspect of your life. 

So finally being to experience the world as others did? Well, needless to say, it was a little surreal.

(Still, you couldn’t help but think: This isn’t right—as if it hadn’t been evident from the beginning. I don’t belong here. Because you weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to be seeing colours. It should’ve been impossible. Whatever this was that was happening, it shouldn’t be, and you should stop it. Stop it and then go back home. Stop it.

You didn’t.)

Once you sat up, though, you wasted no time taking in your surroundings.

Just as you’d expected, you weren’t laying on your bed. You’d been asleep on stone bricks arranged around a statue that… glowed. Of a hooded man—a boy?—with wings on a pedestal, something like an orb cupped in his hands, which were raised in front of him, just below his chin. A strip of blue (?) glowed by his feet, and below that, another, thicker one glowed as bright. The pillar he stood on was detailed with gold, and a golden rim—was that floating?

You really did not belong here.

Behind the statue, still was there more to take in: a large tree planted firmly in the uneven ground, with what seemed to be glowing butterflies crowding below its leaves and around its trunk.

Just as you’d predicted, the tree was big. How tall even was that? Ninety meters? A hundred meters? Terrifying. Never mind the exact height, actually. That thing was tall. Big. Ridiculously ginormous. Larger, even, than the sequoia trees you’ve seen, with roots that penetrated the rocky ground beneath and a surrounding area that made it seem as though it’d forced its way up from beneath the earth, creaking branches and all. Like something out of a fantasy novel.

Glowing statues of boys with wings and trees larger than life. Wouldn’t be too far off the mark, really.

Small red (you bit back a giddy flash of your teeth, because oh my goodness red) flowers dotted the grass beside where you’d been sleeping, their delicate petals folded and spinning like windmill blades. The staircase itself, thin, wide and made out of stone slabs, was buried partially beneath a large mound of dirt and led to a pathway that snaked to the left, between the grass and beyond the green (green!) hills—and, judging by the rooftops and windmills in the distance, it was probably a way to the nearest city.

To your right, cliffs and mountains, and—you stepped over a stray root, on a brick ledge, and squinted—what looked to be some ruins and the river you’d heard before, leading into the sea. You tried holding your hand above your brows to block out the sun, squinting until you could just barely make out the outline of a crumbling gray structure, then nodded once. Twice. Seven more times.

Yeah, you thought, nodding to yourself. Yeah, okay. Okay. Yeah.

Yeah, no. You had absolutely no fucking idea where in the world you were.

None of this looked familiar. Literally nothing. It was like some sort of prank the universe decided to spring on you, making sure that you had no idea where the fuck you were despite all the places you’d been to. The only thing you could guess (and that was only guessing) was that you were somewhere in Europe, going by the bits of architecture you could make out from the city beyond. Everything else only served to confuse you, like the statue of the boy with wings and the largest tree you’d ever seen and the little glowing butterflies, because you’ve never heard of any of them—never seen any of them, either—in your entire life.

In all honesty, if you hadn’t started to panic, you’d probably conclude you were in a fantasy world of some sort, appreciate your mind for allowing you a single night of seeing colour, and go back to sleep in hopes of waking up in your dorm room. But this place was a little too real to be a dream. The breeze felt a little too refreshing when it kissed your cheeks, and the stone was a little too rough on the soles of your feet. The way the leaves rustled, the branches sounded when they swung softly back and forth, it was a little too real. The grass swayed with the wind, the sun shone in your eyes, and if you watched closely, the clouds shifted across the sky ever so slightly, white fuzz curling against a light blue canvas. 

You’ve dreamed before, sure. Fantasy worlds, myths and legends. Just not like this. Never like this. Never this real.

A voice spoke up in your head: If it seemed so real, why shouldn’t it be?

For a moment, a part of you was tempted to answer back: Because it shouldn’t! It just shouldn’t, and that was it. Because it shouldn’t make sense—it wouldn’t make sense. Because it didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. Not a single bit. Boys didn’t have wings. The tallest tree in the world (on Earth) was only a hundred-and-sixteen meters high, and you were fairly certain this tree before you was taller than even that. There were no historical statues in Europe that glowed—scratch that, no statues in the whole world that glowed. Not that you were aware of. And even if there were, then certainly not like this. Not like—that. It didn’t make sense. No fucking sense! So it wasn’t real. The only logical explanation would be that it wasn’t real. This was all just a dream, that was it. You were just fucking dreaming.

And you would’ve told the voice that—would’ve denied, and denied, and kept on denying—if not for the fact that the rest of you, though somewhat terrified of the admission, thought it was right.

This was real.

The sky was blue now. Here, statues glowed. There were trees taller than that one sequoia tree, Hyperion, and butterflies were luminescent and ethereal and shone even in daybreak’s shadow. You could see colours, foreign and bright. Blue, the sky; gentle red on a flower’s petals; green against the gray of perilous cliffs. You could feel the weathered stone on the soles of your feet, feel the dirt slipping between your toes. What you were experiencing was as real as real could get. This was as real as real could get. This was real.

Feeling wasn’t something you could afford to do—at least, not right now. You had no idea where you were. You probably weren’t even on Earth, as stupid and fantastical as that sounded. Get moving. You needed to get moving.

You brushed the dirt on your hands off on your clothes and sighed, squinting into the distance. 

To windmill city, then.

✧ CHAPTER TWO

yes

Cyno: (Y/n), will you marry me? Collei will be our child.

Collei: Wait, I never agreed to this-

Genshin Impact x Isekai'd!Reader but [name] is like Wednesday Addams.

.・゜-: ✧ :- Voicelines About You [Part 2] -: ✧ :-゜・

WC: 672 Words

CW: Nothing much, just fluff again, will work on asks later :I

.・゜-: ✧ :- Scaramouche -: ✧ :-゜・

About [Name]: 

Scaramouche: What do you want? What? [Name]? What about them? They told you to give this letter to me? Ugh, fine, give it here... I- ahem, could you give this to them, and if you even think about opening it or reading before, they have it in their hands I will have your head on a stick, ok? Hmph, that's what I thought, now, get out my sight. 

About [Name], Cooking: 

Scaramouche: [Name] is atrocious at cooking. If you ever see them near the stove let me know or at least shoo them away. Why? Please, you don't want to die of food poisoning. Their cooking isn't that bad? Only when they make something mundane like toast, don't even try to get them it makes anything that involves more than five steps or three ingredients or you will be sent to an early grave. Believe me on this one Traveller. It's not a threat, more a warning. 

About [Name], Affection: 

Scaramouche: Do I give [Name] affection? Do you have a death wish?! Why do you need to know?! They told you I was clingy... I swear when I get my hands on- why are you're still here? Get lost! 

.・゜-: ✧ :- Venti -: ✧ :-゜・

About [Name]: 

Venti: Oh, my darling muse, it seems you're already well versed with my dear partner Traveller~ What do you think? They are truly amazing, and defiantly worth a god's love and affection ehe! 

About [Name], Songs: 

Venti: Traveller! What do you think about 'The God and His Worshipper'? What's it for? It's my new song of course! Can you guess who it's about?

About [Name], Drinking: 

Venti: Unfortunately [Name] doesn't like it when I drink, they don't like smell of alcohol and they get mad every time I sneak off to the tavern. I don't like seeing them so angry or annoyed so lately I've been heading out less and spending more time with them. And as much as I love being around them and taking them out, I miss the taste of my wine, so could you do me a favour and sneak me a bottle from the Dawn Winery? No?! Awe man... 

.・゜-: ✧ :- Xiao -: ✧ :-゜・

About [Name]: 

Xiao: Traveller...what do you need? [Name]? Do they need me? I'm sorry I'll be back, give me a second I- 

About [Name], Almond Tofu: 

Xiao: [Name] makes the most incredible almond tofu, you must try it, the way the flavour blends and how soft it is... ahem sorry...

About [Name], Commissions: 

Xiao: Have they been going on commissions lately? They haven't been getting hurt right? I always tell them to call out my name if anything goes wrong, but they are always so adamant on not listening. *Sigh* will you give me a minute while I go check on them? Thank you. 

.・゜-: ✧ :- Yae Miko -: ✧ :-゜・

About [Name]: 

Yae Miko: Hm? [Name]? Oh? What do you wish to know about them? Go ahead, I'll answer any questions you have. 

About [Name], Fox Form:  

Yae Miko: Like you [Name] has a strange obsession with my Kitsune form. They enjoy petting my ears and when I let them, stroke my tail. They find it fluffy and soft, at least that's what I hear every time their hands run though my fur. Give you a touch? My my, what do you think the answer to that question is my dear? 

About [Name], Books:  

Yae Miko: [Name] enjoys reading, which is very helpful as I get them to edit and read through all of the drafts before they go to all the editors. It's a lovely weekend hobby. 

.・゜-: ✧ :- Yelan -: ✧ :-゜・

About [Name]: 

Yelan: Well, what do we have here? Hm? [Name]? Well Traveller, what would you like to know? 

About [Name], Gambling: 

Yelan: [Name] might not always approve of my kind of fun all the time, but when we play together, we both have a good time, regardless of the fact that, at times, there's nothing on the table. 

About [Name], Work: 

Yelan: I don't want [Name] anywhere near my job, they know what I do, but even so, they don't need to get involved, it's best that they stay out of these things. 

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