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i want to write more TDOR please someone ask me for stuffs
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No harm to any religion. It’s just a lamp ads by an Australian company. However, it’s funny!
Too Tight
MASTERLIST
TW: Body dysphoria, gender dysphoria, gender being wacky, Traveler Aether, Aether being a weird alien creature, Game mechanics taken seriously, implied genderfluid Aether, no actual ending. Ventfic.
~ It was all too tight.
Like a T-shirt at the bottom of the drawer that you swear you couldn't fit into, but your mom said you had to wear.
His Her Their Its wings were confined to the body, no bones nor muscle, yet tight all the same.
It was all too tight.
Like the suffocating feeling of being called the wrong name, of being called Lumine when they he she it was Aether.
But it was... manageable.
But the wings aren't there.
The limbs aren't there and Aether still panics.
If Aether closed her their his its eyes and pretended to Be, it was easier.
But Aether nor Lumine were not human.
So Aether became.
Clothes would change to fit, hair and eyes, bones and all. Their memories would meld with Aether's own, and Aether would simple become.
Aether, he, she, they, it, became whatever Aether needed to be.
And the tight, filthy itch would settle.
Aether looked in the mirror and saw Amber staring back at her.
And she felt nothing but relief. To know that the itch that plagued her would stop, so long as she obey her subconscious and become.
But Outrider Amber is a public figure, so Aether simply doesn't.
He She They It walks alone as him her them it -self and deals with the itch.
Aether looked into the mirror and wanted to become, to stop it, to let wings be free, to let Aether be him her them it self but Aether can't. Shouldn't.
Aether fights.
Alone, for commissions, so that Aether can become.
They can fight. He can deal with the itch. Or sometimes, it stops it completely. She makes the shirt less tight, or sometimes makes it tighter.
Aether wants to become, but he she they it just can't.
To steal a face, to steal a form, to free from that tight shirt, to scratch the itch...
Aether shouldn't take it. Their forms, their faces, their memories and personalities.
But even still, He She They It becomes.
The. fucking. keys.
If there ever was anything remotely heterosexual about Alhaitham and Kaveh's cohabitation, it died on its ass with the key idle.
Just. Look at it.
There is so much going on here so allow me to break down how gay those two little pieces of metal are.
Alhaitham taking both keys by accident because they got tangled up.
Meaning they had to be in the same place.
Not even on key hangers or anything, but likely in some kind of fucking domestic little key bowl that you only get when you don't fucking care who takes whose keys.
Alhaitham's key being the silver one while Kaveh's is gold.
Meaning this was not a key Alhaitham just *owned* previously in case he misplaced the first or something.
No. This man went to the locksmith's when Kaveh moved in and fucking commissioned a new key in a Kaveh kind of color.
Like if he'd just come back with a pair of rings that would have been less embarrassing.
At this point, I just really wanna know if Kaveh is emotionally smart enough to realize he tacitly married this man years ago and Alhaitham has probably been filling out all the official paperwork and tax returns and emergency contact forms with Kaveh's name in the "Spouse" column the entire time.
My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."
He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."
He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"
I did.
"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."
It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.
So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.
I love love love your dream series it's so good hngg
What about the Creator checking up on Venti and Diluc at Angel's Share since we're already in Mondstadt? 👀
To Dream of Reality ~Venti 1, Diluc 1~
“encounter, and closure”
MASTERLIST
TWs: Alcohol usage, venti being drunk as per the usual, Kaeya and Diluc backstory referenced.
~~
You were exhausted. How much work did you make up, how much did you have to do for them, bending over backward to assist…?
You didn’t like alcohol. The buzz it offered only paved the way to pain in the morning, and the flavor was honestly just alright.
But Angel’s Share seemed wonderful despite all that. The music, the atmosphere… Maybe, if you could just be there, you could relax and enjoy it.
~
It was a rare evening when Master Ragnvindr attended the bar in Angel’s Share. A rare, precious occasion to behold.
The door swung open, and the drunkards froze.
The Creator had descended, and was here. In a tavern. Filled with sad, laughing, horny, crying drunks.
“Your Grace,” Diluc began, “How may we serve you?”
Many of the drunkards stayed silent, merely watching the Creator from afar. But perhaps the most famous of the drunkards didn’t catch the memo.
“Your Benevolence, it’s an honor to see you again~!”
The green-clad bard could not help but tangle his fingers with the pale stranger, smiling wide as he tugged the God into an impromptu dance.
“Venti.” Diluc called as he tugged the bard back by the collar. “Your Grace, may we help you?”
They watched, silent, as the god ran their hand through Venti’s hair, their smile gentle and soft.
Jealousy flared in his chest as he watched Venti of all people retrieve the affection of the Almighty Divine.
And yet, before he could make his usual retort, arms gently wrapped around him. He looked down, wondering if he was dreaming, if all of this was an illusion crafted for him, another escapist dream to ignore the dawning sun.
There was no mistake.
The Creator was embracing him.
The Creator was hugging him.
“You’ve done well. You’ve worked hard.” The Creator’s whispers were… personal. Warm. Like all his worries could melt away, like all the wrongs in the world had been righted. There was comfort in simply knowing that such comfort did exist. It wasn’t that he was exhausted, but something about the warmth, something about that comfort seemed to be beckoning him to rest.
And as suddenly as the embrace came, it melted away, the Creator’s touch featherlight as they pulled Venti up, his hair once again fondled as his head was cradled by the Divine. “Are you alright?”
“Y-Yes, Your Grace. I’m- I’m great, thanks.”
“Good,” they smiled, sitting down at the bar counter before motioning to Diluc. “May I?” they asked, pointing to the cider on the menu. Wordlessly, Diluc served one, holding his breath as the Creator sipped it.
The Creator’s smile was so…
Perfect.
A bright smile that lit up the entire tavern, the candles paling in comparison to the radiance their smile gave off.
Literally.
“Your Grace, have we done well?” Venti sang, cuddling up to the Almighty Divine.
“Your people are free and you enjoy your every day, yes?” They said, leaning down to the bard’s ear. “And though your Gnosis has been taken and your throne cast aside, you still care for your people as if they were your own children.”
Diluc’s hands lingered over an empty glass, wondering if he was intruding.
“And you,” The Creator began, “Have worked tirelessly to remove corruption, and you once bitten, now twice shy, fear the vulnerability that love can bring. Do be aware that reconciliation is but a single conversation away, and that He has been bitten twice.”
They knew, Diluc realized.
…Maybe he should talk to Kaeya one more time.
Not for the Creator's will, but perhaps for his own good.
The Creator simply looked at him.
His own good as well as Kaeya's...?
Once more, their hand extended outward as they beckoned towards Diluc and Venti. Their hand buried itself into Venti’s hair before they glanced at Diluc, who leaned down to meet the other hand of the Creator.
I wish I could stay here longer. I don’t want to leave. My people and children… Teyvat is precious and-
Foregin thoughts filled Diluc’s mind. They were not his own thoughts, the voice was far too… unharmed to be him. Too light, too bright, too divine. A strange sensation clawed at his heart.
“Do you have to go, Your Grace?” Venti whispered, and Diluc understood what the feeling was.
Longing.
“Your Grace, we will always have a place for you.” Diluc added on, grasping the hand that glided through his hair.
“I don’t want to leave,” Their Creator whispered, tears forming in their eyes as they called out. “Wait for me, please. I’ll- I’ll return.”
There was no flash of light, nor grand spell that announced the Creator’s departure; simply silence and the loss of warmth.
~~~
You woke not to the taste of your own morning-breath, but to the faint taste of apples and the phantom touch of someone’s warmth on your palms, the faint touch of a given embrace on your arms.
You lived alone, and you hadn’t had apple juice since-
A long while.
You were homesick, but not for your parents’ home where you spent much of your young life.
But perhaps, for something you’ve never seen before…
Your dreams are pleasant, and you cannot help but wonder who you dreamt of, to make you wish for a home you never had.
But the day must go on, and you cannot linger on memories.
To Dream of Reality ~"Scaramouche" 2~
"to save, and name"
MASTERLIST
A/N: To the Anon that wanted the Angel's Share chapter, that'll be up soon but i have a brainworm and it must be released.
TWs: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 3.3.
~~
The 3.3 Archon Quest made you sob. It grabbed your heart and squeezed it, your emotions flowing freely down your face.
Sleep didn't come easy that night.
~~
Tears were running down his face-
his face was dry
and his breath was unsteady as he sobbed
his voice was steady
"Please," he cried begged, "Let me save him. Let me do something, anything, please, Nahida. Please let me save him, shut up, Paimon, Please Nahida, Mihoyo, please please, Aether- help him, save him."
The Creator spoke through Aether but the words remained unsaid, the cries of the Divine echoing eternally in his mind but never expressed.
I'm sorry, he'd think to himself. I'd speak for you, but I don't know how.
It wasn't until later, 'til he had indeed saved the Wanderer, that his voice changed and the Creator's words could reach their audience.
~
"Have you got anything?" the Wanderer asked, and the clicking of keys echoed in the Traveler's mind.
"No, it's not... It's not perfect enough. Kuni, no, He needs to be new. Reborn. Phoenix isn't quite right and Mirai? Future... maybe, but no. Your name..."
"Your name is Jiyuu," They said together, both Creator and Vessel.
"Because you are free," the Creator whispered to themselves, satisfied. "Because you have chosen to be free, and despite your origins, you have forged yourself a new identity from the past. Jiyuu, from your mother tongue, gifted in a new land, to a new identity."
Aether wondered how the others would react if they knew that the name gifted was written by the Creator themselves.
But maybe, just maybe, they knew.
His tongue had moved on its own, after all.
~~~
At first, you were unsure. Was his name fitting? Too childish? Too... mundane?
...
Something within your heart seemed to settle.
You had another chance, one more to change it again.
His name is Jiyuu, after all.
And he's free to change it.
You woke to a strange comfort, and the featherlight touch of another's name on your lips.
"Jiyuu..." you whispered, and you could have sworn that a breeze passed through your closed windows.
To Dream of Reality ~Glory~
"visitor, and message"
MASTERLIST
A/N: Mond's reaction to the arrival of the True Divine, the Almighty Creator, but really it's just Glory... and also please do send me asks, I work better with prompts.
TW: The blind NPC from Mond, "a siren's call," and white lies... Or half truths.
Sometimes, as you slave away at work, chiseling at your pile of assignments slowly and carefully, your mind wanders. You dream, sometimes, of just walking around Mondstadt, of the scent of Good Hunter's food, of the sound of Katheryne's voice, of what could be.
The dream is enrapturing, enticing, and all devouring. Sometimes, it's all you can think about.
~
"Did you hear, They've descended!"
"Tell Master Jean that They're by the gate!"
"Y-Your Grace!"
Their God walked over the bridge, smiling as the pigeons didn't scatter. Their hand traced Timmie's own, their headpat soft.
"Excuse me," they asked the guard. "Is something wrong?"
"Nope, can we help you, s-strange yet respectable traveler?" Swan asked, the harsh gaze of passerby making him shiver. What was he supposed to do, go against the handbook?
"Oh, then, thank you for your hard work!" the Divine said, walking through the gate, mingling with the townsfolk.
The Creator's presence was absolute. Even if their physical form was as normal and mundane as the townsfolk, the mark their soul gave off was radiant.
Not that Glory could see it.
She had heard the commotion and wonder on the wind when a new pattern of footsteps clattered upon the floor.
"May I rest here?"
The voice was soft and sweet, a language unfamiliar yet understood. She nodded. The bench shook a little, the force of the stranger- nay, the Creator- caused the bench to squeak.
"If I may be so bold, have you heard anything from Godwin?"
The Creator smiled. Glory did not know how she knew that the Creator was smiling, but they did, and she knew.
"He's working hard, in his own way, to hurry home with pride."
No lies slipped through their lips. Glory knew somehow, that the words were true, despite not knowing the language. It was instinctual, heartwarming, and strangely familial.
Before Glory could offer her thanks, a soft whimper came off of her bench-partner.
"...Five more minutes."
The weight on the bench seemed to vanish, and the comfortable warmth in the air turned cold.
...
Glory had only spoken for no longer than a minute, but somehow, she felt as if a close friend had left.
~
You woke to a familiar alarm, with no memory of your dream, as per the usual.
And yet, a single phrase stuck in your mind.
"Your Grace."
The words were not spoken in any language you knew, but it was familiar all the same.
Like a siren call, you felt as if listening to it would complete your life.
And you turn away as you prepare to face the day once more.
To Dream of Reality ~ Aether 1 ~
"exhaustion, and affirmations"
MASTERLIST
TW: Traveler Aether, i just find it easier to write. Aether is tired AF, feelings of abandonment(i should stop writing at 1am, i just wrote banandonentm) and the Creator being pale(sickly-ghostly pale, not race) as per the usual.
Also, Implied Usage of the Mondstadian Mansion in the Serenitea Pot
~
You wonder sometimes, if the Traveler tires of fighting. If his never-ending journey will come to an end, one with all his friends and his sister, in whatever world he considers home...
~
~
"Of course I'll help you." Those words had been uttered too may times already. How many people had he helped, for the sake of helping?
Jobs done for little pay, sleepless nights spent up for weeks on end, fighting and working without rest?
How many nights were spent on others and not himself? How many times had he saved the lives of thousands of people in exchange for a few minutes of information and a pat on the back?
"It's all for Lumine," He had to remind himself.
He was tired.
"Traveler!" "Honorary Knight!" "Golden Nara!" "My name," He said, sad and exhausted. "Is Aether."
His words were whispered into the wind, a gentle sob ringing in the artificial breeze of the Serenitea Pot.
"Aether!"
The language of Teyvat- Teyvanese, he assumed it was called- was a new language for him. Two months was barely enough to hold a decent conversation, but the sound of their voice, pure and untainted with the poison of mortality-
The language of his homeland, the Tongue of the Divine.
Their pale hands wrapped around him and Aether felt the warm breath on his neck.
"How are you?" they asked, touch as gentle as a mother's embrace, as firm as a father's hold.
He didn't want to lie.
"I could be better," he said. "I'm tired."
Their hands left his body, and he could not help but feel a tinge of sorrow.
And yet, the Creator sat down besides him on that balcony, tugging on his braid and letting it come undone.
"Lie on my lap," they whispered, and though it did not feel like a harsh order, he followed.
Despite their touch feeling cool upon contact, a strange warmth filled his body.
"It's alright," they sang. "You've worked hard."
"I can't tell you when your sister will be home, but the people are more than willing to lend their hand- If you're willing to accept."
"But if it's too hard, if you're too scared..."
"That's okay too."
Almost instinctively, his heart seemed to acknowledge the unspoken words.
"If you ever need to cry, I'm always there. Maybe not physically, but my creation is always listening."
~
You woke the next day to a slight feeling of sorrow, the same feeling of watching a movie and crying afterwards.
You wanted to comfort somebody, but didn't know who.
Something within you seemed to settle, as you acknowledged that things are alright now...
Now?
Was it ever wrong?
...
Maybe you can dream about it tonight.
Or maybe someone else will appear in your dreams...?
To Dream of Reality (And Live Within Dreams) ~1~
MASTERLIST
TW: Tonal shift, no actual genshin characters, this is creator/reader-centric, Denial of reality, a Creator who tires of the real world
You are a normal person.
Completely and wholly average.
Be it schooling or your profession, you are stressed nonetheless.
You have been playing Genshin in your free time, and sleeping whenever you can.
You have been dreaming well, of something. What exactly it was, you don't know.
But you have been dreaming, and because of that, you have been resting well.
But there is an "Itch" underneath your skin, a sense of unease, a sense of "Wrongness."
Each glance in the mirror, each word you speak, each step and breath feels… wrong, like a t-shirt on too tight or poorly tailored….robes, meant for another.
Robes?
…
It feels inherently wrong, like something's just… not quite there.
Like limbs are missing, limbs you didn't even know you had.
Like words are evading your mind from a language that doesn't exist…
Like your dream is reality, and reality is a dream.
But even still, you merely stand up from your bed and prepare for the daily grind once again. Your dream can wait.
...you still wonder what you'll dream of tonight.
Hello. If the TDOR is still open for requests, is it okay to ask for Zhongli and Kazuha? The 'former' archon asking you about what you think about his 'retirement' and you helping Kazuha (with his guidance) on bandaging his hand.
Fluff, if you don't mind? Thank you!
- I shall be known as Anon 🍞
A/N: Welcome to the Anon list, Anon 🍞!
MASTERLIST
To Dream of Reality ~ Zhongli 1, Kazuha 1 ~
"reflection, and wounds"
TW: wounds, bandaging, poor writing of bandaging, creative liberties of why Kazuha still uses bandages, wikihow help me. OH and scars.
You had just rewatched a friend play through Liyue's Archonquest, and finished playing Kazuha's story quest yourself.
Maybe that's why you dreamt of Zhongli's words.
Maybe that's why you dreamt of holding Kazuha's hand as you rewrapped his bandages, of holding him tight.
~~
~~
Morax "Rex Lapis"- nay, Zhongli, stood alone as he stared upon Liyue from a nearby cliff. The streets were busy, for news of the Creator's return had inspired the people to better themselves.
It seemed they still needed a Divine to lead them, after all, Zhongli thought, Maybe, if I set them up correctly, the Creator would be happier with my efforts.
Ah, he thought.
I, too, rely on the guidance of the Divines.
It's quiet realization, one that he merely acknowledges as truth without elaborating on it.
"Did I do the right thing?" He whispers into the quiet dawn.
"I can't give you the answer," They mutter, and Zhongli wanted to fall to his knees. The Creator, in all their glory.
A true God.
"Your Eminence, I request you elaborate." He said. Was he overstepping?
"...You were tired, and you drew the line."
Zhongli could not help but feel relief. The Language of the Divine was absolute, understood by everyone but only spoken by one. This was the creator, this was the absolute Divine, the Mother of the World, the Father of their People, The True God.
And they agreed with him.
They smiled, and kept speaking.
"Maybe the action of leaving it completely to your people was faulty, or maybe letting the Fatui take your Gnosis was wrong, but you drew the line when you were tired. I think it's fine, but it's your choice to make."
The Creator's hand reached up to Zhongli's face, their ghostly hand soft on his cheek.
"Decide your own fate, as your people must now do."
He turned towards the Harbor, at the people frantically cleaning the streets.
"Then I will keep living as a mortal... I will protect my people from within, not as Morax, but as Zhongli."
You only smiled.
~
Kazuha's hands were worn and scarred. He swore he could still feel the phantom sensation of a burning Vision, the last sparks of ambition before the flame of life burned out. No longer were his hands in danger of bleeding at any moment, but the scars were unsightly.
Three parts slime condensate to one part Mist Flower Corolla.
The cooling balm didn't heal anything, nor did it give him lasting relief. But the moment of cold, of hiding the scars, of pretending the scars left behind by the dying flame of a life never existed.
Before he could begin to wrap his hands again, the scent of stars and the sound of a foreign language notified him of your appearance.
You gently grasped his hand.
"May I?"
He nodded and handed you the bandages.
If it was anybody else, he thought to himself, they would certainly be panicking.
But to him, the Creator was not a god to be feared, but the World itself. A parent and guide, a sibling and friend, a child and gift.
It was no different than encountering a new stranger, a potential ally, a new friend.
"I've already applied the Slime Condensate. Wrap just firmly enough to support the wrist, and make sure to wrap half of the previous bandage."
The Creator's hands were pleasantly cold as he guided them through it. They traced his scars lovingly before looking into his eyes.
"They're beautiful," the Creator said. "But I wish you didn't need the bandages." they admit.
Fully bandaged and securely tucked away, the Creator grasped Kazuha's hands, holding them tight to their chest.
"May your wounds recover, in body and soul, heart and mind."
~~~~
The alarm doesn't scare you back to the waking world, but you cannot help but yearn for the dream you just had.
...
What was it about again?
You close your eyes and lie down again, hoping to recall the sensation of soft words and gentle hands, but you just can't remember it.
...
You've got work to do today.
You can't wait to go back to sleep, to see who will greet you in your dreams tonight.
Maybe this time you'll remember.
Oh my gosh I’m your first anon! If you want I can be 💕 anon!
Thanks for writing my request you’re amazing!💕
Thank you, 💕 Anon!
Omg To Dream of Reality is sooo good!
But I can’t help but to think that if I were in Genshin I’d probably follow kaeya or xiao around trying to hug them and if I think it’s a dream I’m totally playfully calling kaeya my husband lol
I didn’t see if you aren’t talking requests or don’t want anons so sorry if I’m breaking a rule 😅
A/N: lkj;lkj;lkj THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN A REQUEST! This is still my first writing blog, so I'm no used to setting anything up, I'll prepare a proper ruleset and adjust some stuff around, but thank you, First-Anon!
To Dream of Reality ~ Xiao 1, Kaeya 1 ~
"hugs, and teasing"
TW: Xiao being angsty, Kaeya being Kaeya(flirty), and Reader/Creator being pale(Ghostly, not white-pale) as per the usual.
MASTERLIST
~~~~
You, exhausted by your daily life, escape once again into the sweet realm of dreams. That night, you dream of Xiao. Of calling his name into the wind, of embracing him, wishing the burden of his karmic debt to lessen. You dream, too, of Kaeya. Of embracing him, of whispering sugared words to him, of calling him "husband." Your dream is blissful and sweet, as you walk alongside characters that you know you cannot touch.
~~
~~
"Xiao? Can you hear me?" It's not a language Xiao knows, nor is it one commonly spoken in Teyvat. And yet, the whispers echo in his heart, resounding in his soul as he closes his eyes, focusing on the breeze and the wind that carried the call.
"You asked for me?" He mutters, eyes opening as the Creator smiled at him.
The Creator reached out to him, but he did not flinch. Gently, tenderly, the Creator's hand held his own, and the burden of death that followed him seemed to lighten.
His headache, so familiar that it became normal, faded.
And the Creator simply smiled, tugging on his arm and bringing him into a safe, secure embrace.
"It'll all be alright."
~
Kaeya Alberich is one to filter rumors.
He is one to separate gossip from truth from lies.
At first, the miraculous appearance of the Creator is a drunkard's tale, one of "Too many drinks" or a brief meeting with death.
And so, it is but a rumor.
That is, until one moonlit night where the Captain had to patrol.
That is, until pale hands wrap around his chest, pulling him down and into the arms of a person he had never seen before, but known all his life.
The Creator had blessed him with their presence.
It's a sly, cheeky smile as the Creator gives a grin, "Husband," slipping through their lips. And though the syllables were unknown to him, the meaning is loud and clear.
For just a moment, his mind goes blank.
Their ultimate divine, above even Celestia, had called him "husband". "Oh?" He asks with a laugh, his false smile appearing on his face as easy as breathing. "Am I really so precious to you, Your Grace?"
They only smiled, hugging him tighter, til his head was held comfortably in the crook of the neck of the Divine.
They leaned over again, and Kaeya felt the warm breath of the Creator against his ear.
And as tenderly as they held him, their hands left his body, the Creator glancing around with a frown.
"Five more minutes, please," They whisper, the meaning echoing within Kaeya's heart. "Five more minutes," They begged.
The Creator sighed in defeat, and Kaeya watched as they vanished, transparent hands vanishing, leaving only the tender touch of a kiss in the wind.
~~
It's time for work, you think to yourself. But you don't feel sad about it, for some strange reason. You've been getting better sleep lately, and yet you never seem to recall your dreams.
You're not tired, but something within you still wants to dream.
So who, you wonder, will you dream of tonight?
To Dream of Reality ~ Thoma 1 ~
"meal, and rumors"
TW: Waking up from a good dream. The reader is viewed as a ghostly figure. "Pale" in this context refers to ghostly-pale, again, not "white-person" pale, though it can if it applies to your perspective. Otherwise, nothing. Just Thoma being wholesome.
A/N: Yes this is a series, if y'all have requests, just send me an ask.
MASTERLIST
~~~
That night, you had dreamed of Thoma.
Of a meal cooked by his hand.
Of a meal shared with him and the Kamisato siblings.
Of his bright, sweet smile.
You dream of dogs and cats alike, warm as he laughs next to you, petting the soft creatures.
~
~
Thoma had finished his pre-dawn chores. Rumors of the Creator's temporary appearance had spread through the land.
"Their Grace appears, lives as one of the citizens, and vanishes."
"They're checking in on Teyvat! Making sure the normal citizens are living full lives!"
"What if they're dissatisfied?!"
The last rumor in particular had the Tri-Commission in full gear, hoping to improve the lives of everyday citizens in hopes that their Great Creator would praise them.
But for now, Thoma knows, he must simply cook breakfast for the Master and his sister.
As the miso melts within the ladle, quiet footsteps echoed throughout the room. In any other situation, Thoma would have summoned his shield, protecting himself and his 'family.'
But he did not fear.
He turned around and saw the ghostly pale figure of the Creator, smiling at him. Silently, they leaned over the pot as if to smell it, their smile only growing as they looked up at him and spoke in an unfamiliar language, though the meaning echoed throughout his mind.
"It smells great! I can't wait!"
If he has to use more ingredients, he's sure it'll be alright.
It's for the Creator, after all.
He served the miso soup along side fish and rice- True Traditional Inazuman breakfast.
The Creator held chopsticks with grace, lifting a bite of rice to their lips, drinking the soup alongside it.
Thoma held his breath, and the Master and Young Miss watched from their side of the table.
"H-How is it, Your Grace?" He stutters, looking into the Eyes of the True Divine.
The Creator smiled, and Thoma couldn't help but feel warm.
"It's delicious!" They say, in their divine tongue. The meal is finished in silence, comfortable if not a bit awkward.
And as silently they arrived, too did they vanish, leaving clean dishes behind, every bite polished off.
~
Thoma could not help but feel as if the rest of the day was a blur. A strange, unsettling nervousness followed him, for he knew that rumors spread fast.
The Creator had blessed him, the Creator had eaten his own cooking, the Creator was happy because of him.
Relief and jealousy was easy to hear.
But again, did the rumors change but that very afternoon; That a Ghostly Figure, draped in Outlander-like clothing, walked around without a care.
He found you beneath the Yumemiru-Sakura tree where dogs and cats napped all day. You would smile at him, hold up a cat and press its paw to his nose with a cheeky grin.
And he would smile back.
You felt as if you were floating.
And the alarm clock calls you back to the waking world.
Saddened, you stand up and look in the mirror-
It's you.
Not the Creator, but you.
...You cannot help but wonder who you will dream of tonight.
Remembrance (Chat Log 4)
TW: School, dorm inspections, Fischl being... Fischl.
MASTERLIST
Jean Gunholder: On account of Venti's absence, I'd like to make the announcement to all students of @Anemo dorms. Dainsleif is doing room inspections next week, so keep that in mind. Jean Gunholder: On a similar note, does anyone know what happened to Venti?
Zhongli Lapis Dei: My apologies, I do not know anything about this situation.
xiao: Nope
viator: oh
viatrix: he's just
viator: out of commission
viatrix: for the moment.
ajax: the twin hivemind in full sight, people. proof that sibling connection is stronger than ajax: yo @albedo
albedo: graphene
ajax: stronger than graphene okay
[viator] has added [Paimon] to [TVAA]
viator: sorry i finally remembered
[venti] has changed [Paimon]'s name to [Snack]
♍ona ♍agistus: Your next line shall be, "Paimon is not emergency food!"
Snack: PAIMON IS NOT EMERGENCY FOOD Snack: ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF PAIMON
♍ona ♍agistus: Of course not. ♍ona ♍agistus: though why this jest came to fruition, my sight cannot pierce.
𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔷𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔤: Halt, my dear servants, for my Auge Der Vererteilung hast seen the truths of this matter. It is quite simple to say that these instances of intuition are flakes of another reality such as the Immernachtreich that I once ruled over, blending over through time.
Oz: She believes that there is some isekai-style reincarnation going on.
venti: No. It's nothing like that, everybody. Sorry to worry you.
<Message Deleted>
kae: wha was that
[venti] has changed [Snack]'s name to [Paimon]
venti: ?
Jean Gunholder: Where were you?
venti: yknow around venti: don’t worry about it.
xiao: uh xiao: is the AC broken xiao: or did someone set it on max? kaedekazu: The anemo dorms? kaedekazu: indeed, it does seem stronger kaedekazu: and what of your dorms? Noelle: Nothing seems to be wrong in the Geo dorms Thoma: nope, pyro droms all good! Thoma: *dorms, sorry.
venti: I GOT IT
xiao: ???
Zhongli Lapis Dei: Is something wrong?
xiao: venti just fucking dabbed??? xiao: and the AC stopped freaking outr????
To Dream of Reality ~ Scaramouche 1 ~
"nightmare, and comfort"
TWs: Mention of nightmares, minor denial of our reality. NOTE: Pale skin in this context refers to pale as in "Sickly" or "Not flushed" rather than like- white skin. You can have dark skin and still look pale.
MASTERLIST
"The Creator has descended at last!" they whisper among the streets. And indeed, they did descend, their form beautiful and handsome, ethereal and inhuman.
~ The Wanderer woke from a nightmare, but did not wake up alone. His eyes peeled open, face wet with tears, and found himself gently held. The arms weren't...warm nor cold, but he could still feel them. A voice rang in his mind as the ghostly figure mouthed out words in a foreign tongue. He didn't understand the words, nor did he know the figure.
And yet, he felt himself lured back to sleep.
And yet, he felt himself comforted by the "Stranger."
It wasn't until the next day he realized the Creator had blessed him with a restful sleep.
~~~
You are not the Creator.
You are a mere civilian, just another person with nothing special to them
You have read so many SAGAU fics by now that you dream of them. You dream of Scaramouche - or Wanderer, as it was officially revealed not too long ago. You dream of him having nightmares, of hugging him tight and telling him that it'll all be alright, that you're here for him.
His skin is cold like porcelain so you treat it as such, holding him so gently, and trailing your fingers over each detail.
~
You dream of Teyvat.
The Creator only appears when their vessel can slumber.
Who do you dream of tonight?
such an eventful world raid lmao.
when i realized what mob they were referring to, i malfunctioned 'cause i didnt know the nAME - and if i search it might take time and they'll leave so i just went for triangle ashddhakdhak
Masterlist!
WELCOME TO MY BLOG!
I'm still not used to writing on Tumblr, so if you have any advice, go ahead and tell me!
Rules:
Don't be an asshole
that's basically it.
Requests, questions, brainrots, and pretty much anything is fine! I may not get to it, but I'm sure I'll respond!
Masterlist below the cut!
ACTOR AU
Q&A
Truth or Dare! (Coming Soon)
ACTOR AU(Meeting the actors)
Part 1
Part 2
REMEMBERANCE
Chat Log 1 "A totally Normal Chatfic"
Chat Log 2 "Sibling Fight"
Chat Log 3 "Movie Time"
Chat Log 4 "Where's Venti?"
To Dream of Reality
Creator
"And Live Within Dreams"
Traveler-Aether
exhaustion, and affirmations
NPCs
Glory
visitor, and message
MONDSTADT
Venti
encounter, and closure (+Diluc)
Diluc
encounter, and closure (+Venti)
Kaeya
hugs, and teasing (+Xiao)
Mona
fate, and interpretation
LIYUE
lantern rite, and festivities(ft. Ningguang)
Xiao
hugs, and teasing (+Kaeya)
Zhongli
reflection, and wounds (+Kazuha)
INAZUMA
Kazuha
reflection, and wounds (+Zhongli)
Scaramouche/Wanderer
nightmare, and comfort (A/N: This is the first work in the series and horribly short. It mostly defines the vague outline of the TDOR series. I might revamp this.)
to save, and name ft. Traveler-Aether
Thoma
meal, and rumors
ASSORTED SHIT
Genderfluid Aether Ventfic
ANON LIST
💕Anon
🍞Anon
GI: Actor AU... but they meet their actors
Part 2
TW: Nothing, but it's a long textpost so i'm still putting it under a read more
MASTERLIST
As "Lucas" stood up, Diluc drew his blade, anticipating him to step back in fear or shock, just not- wonder.
"Miki, look!" he chirped. "The actual Favonius Greatsword! Imagine doing Cori’s fight choreography with that." His eyes were practically glowing, light shining in his pupils.
"Alright, let's just- put the bigass sword down, thank you-" the Kaeya-clone muttered, brushing his bangs back, revealing a slight eyepatch tan. Despite the situation, Diluc held back a smirk.
Hesitantly, he lowered the blade.
Kaeya-copy clapped his hands, letting out a forced smile. Too obviously bothered, Diluc noticed. "Lovely, lovely, Introduction time! I'm Mikail, I play, well, obviously Kaeya in Genshin Impact and Lucas-"
"That's me!"
"Yes, Lucas, I know. Plays Diluc. Pretty obvious, by the hair colors."
An uneasy silence fell between the three.
Diluc didn’t know what to think of the copies, as they whispered between themselves.
As time crawled on, more people began to wake.
"Impressive," Albedo murmured from beside him. "Versions of ourselves, almost perfectly visually identical."
A sigh echoed from the other side of the room, a girl who's facial structure resembled Albedo's, though her silver hair trailed far down her back. "I'm... Well, you can call me Cori," She said, shrugging on a perfect copy of Albedo's own jacket.
"So you are the Cori that they mentioned?" Diluc asked, recalling something about her ‘choreography.’
"Yes," She said, voice soft as she nodded. "It's not my name, but I kind of prefer it? I'm the Choreographer for the Genshin Impact Movie Fanproject... and somehow also the director, though that was mostly unintentional." Her hand brushed through her hair as she finally made proper eye contact with Albedo.
It was odd. It was definitely his face, but everything else was a bit off.
Her hair was unlike his own, long and flowing silver. Her voice was softer than his own, and had no birthmark. And yet, she seemed to reflect Albedo's form before him.
Another voice, familiar yet uncannily different as Sucrose sat straight up, glasses nowhere to be seen. Human ears were barely hidden by her hair as she glanced around, looking across the room.
"Dammit, were we supposed to be filming again? I didn't think we were doing another Albedo related scene until..." She trailed off, eyes glancing around the room. "Huh." she muttered. "Cori, why're you half in costume and why is there an Albedo there? Didja find someone to play Subject Two?"
"Sucrose?" Albedo called out, unsure of himself. Not-Sucrose shrugged.
It was very clearly not the Sucrose that the Teyvatians knew as their own. She did not stutter, nor flinch, instead standing tall as she took initiative to speak.
"I mean kinda? I do play as Sucrose, but only in the Fanmovie. Hashtag-not-sponsored. Oh, I'm Honey. Ironic, right? I mean, sucrose is in honey, I think."
Play.
A choreographer.
"I... see." Albedo muttered.
"So? What's your name, newbie?"
"I am Albedo-" he began, abruptly cut off by 'Honey'.
"Cori, you found someone named Albedo to play Albedo? Are you not going to be acting again?"
Acting.
Diluc glanced around his side of the room. Every vision holder he knew, from Barbara to that one bartender cat was there, but who would...
The leader of the Yun Opera House.
Miss Yun Jin would know.
Gently, he stirred her awake, watching as her eyes slowly peeled open and took in the room around her.
"Where am I?"
"That's what we'd like to know," 'Mikail' replied. "One moment we're getting ready to film, next thing we're in a room with the very characters we play."
"How strange." Cori placed her hand on her chin, a perfect imitation of the pose Albedo does.
"That was... Oddly satisfying." The Alchemist copied her pose. "Is that what I look like when I do that?"
Cori flinched slightly. "...heh, I guess I picked up that habit after doing it so many times..." She muttered. "But yes, Miss Yun Jin, we don't know where we are... though we do have a television here for some reason. And a gaming PC"
Tele Vision, Albedo noted. A strange compound word, what was a Tele anyway? More importantly, what did pee-sea mean?
Yun Jin's eyes widened, realizing exactly what 'Mikail' had said
The very characters we play.
Rememberance (Chat Log 3)
TWs: Mentions of nightmares, one mention of that movie where a dog dies and is repeatedly reincarnated, Amy's Baking Company and other Gordon Ramsay references, mention of matches and other fire-related tools, and alcohol.
MASTERLIST
[venti] has changed [Alasass]'s name to [xiao]
[venti] has changed [Sassbedo]'s name to [albedo]
[venti] has changed [Fandango]'s name to [scaramouche]
[venti] has changed [Fan of Dango]'s name to [Raiden Ei]
venti: okay with that out of the way
scaramouche: This isn't my name
venti: what would you prefer, country destroyer or evil villain clown
kae: Princess Bride, perhaps?
venti: That's what i thought
venti: anyway due to last game night's unfortunate alcoholic end
venti: we ain't allowed to have game nights
venti: So instead we're having ⭐movie nights⭐ that we might play games at idk
venti: takin requests now
venti: ah yes a classic.
luc: By now, you can probably quote the thing by heart.
luc: shut
kae: I mean yeah
kae: says mister Tangled himself
albedo: In all honesty, I expect Klee to recommend something involving more explosions than an episode of mythbusters
venti: okay tangled, princess bride, no we aren't watching any horror because klee will be there this time
venti: dainsleif probably wanted to keep an eyes on us smh
Outrider Amber: You know, at this point I expect klee to be burning down the pyro dorms at any moment
Outrider Amber: You'd think it'd be me and my baron bunnies but nope it's klee
XinxinYanyan: amys? you ight? Who harmd you?
xiangling: Why do you put matches in stuffed animals anyway?
xiangling: also, hot ones or something gordon ramsey
xiangling: hotel hell or kitchen nightmares’s amys baking company
Outrider Amber: self defense. and what about guoba? why is he armed with a blowtorch
xiangling: 1)KAREN
xiangling: 2) you never know when you need to make creme brulee
venti: yo @students movies???
Beidou, baby: The fact that it's happened enough for you to attack a blowtorch to a dog is just weird
Beidou, baby: *attach goddamnit
venti: okieee
bennyboy: Razor said he wanted the dog one. probably the one that kept reincarnating as other dogs
bennyboy: but i'm not ready to cry so
~~~
Direct Message:
Ajax Jr. > Venti Carmen Dei
AJ: Hey so
AJ: You said you were having some nightmares?
AJ: Did it have anything to do with chess pieces, Zhongli with abs, and some dark place called the Abyss
VCD: No.
VCD: Not that I remember.
VCD: hahahah yea nothin bout that
AJ: Punctuation?
AJ: Are you sure
AJ: K thanks nvm
VCD: if it's about the abyss and someone taking my heart out, then yes.
<NOTICE: MESSAGE DELETED>
XA: has venti been off recently?
Direct Message:
Xiao Alatus > Zhongli Lapis Dei
ZLD: Not to my knowledge, though he has been more flighty than usual.
XA: He hasn't done anything recently an dlooks pretty sad. idk what to do
ZLD: For now, we can wait. If you would like, we can spend time with him.
XA: I'll ask Aeth for his time
ZLD: Enjoy yourselves.
XA: sHut
~~~
Direct Message:
Lumine Viatrix Genshin > Dainsleif Twili
DT: As you wish, my lady.
LVG: Dainsleif, Aether and I have come to the decision that, should Barbatos request a full restoration, we will follow through.
LVG: Do not be alarmed if you feel the presence of the Archons in this time.
DT: That is greatly appreciated.
LVG: If Aether asks you, this is for the good and benefit of the denizens of this world. Not because of personal business.
LVG: In exchange, we will trust your judgement on restoring Regent-Alberich's memory.
LVG: Good night.
~~~~
venti: okay so i've got good news and bad news
venti: good news is we aren't allowed to have cross-dorm game nights/movie nights anymore
venti: wait no that's the bad news and there is no good news
Jean Gunholder: Was this an order from Mr. Dainslef?
venti: yeah something abt being too irresponcible.
venti: BUT HE DIDN"T SAY WE CAN"T HAVE PARTIES AT ALLS O
🐱: This is becuz you all keep drinking alcohol!
venti: diona there are literal children like yourself in the dorms
venti: I don't dare drink the good stuff near them
venti: ehe
luc: vcd_bill_29.png
luc: yes and here's the bill for the good stuff you drank as soon as they went to sleep
viator: WHADDAYA MEAN "EHE"
viator: I'm sorry, i'll get paimon a new phone soon
they added scara‘s facial expression to his idle in the beta (under cut):
i‘m in love everybody 🥹💗 !!! i hope it stays