Childe Tartaglia Ajax - Tumblr Posts
i keep posting doodles lately lmao
hello chaeya nation how are we feeling
THIS. BRO GETS ME.
Childe is my favorite genshin character. I like him a lot. But I cannot imagine liking him in a romantic way. I like him as an idea. I like him the way doctors and scientists like their research specimens. I like to watch him and study him. Sometimes I don't even care if he is happy or sad. I obsess over his potential, his story, his way of thinking. I am Dottore.
There are other drawings I’ve worked so much harder on and yet I picked this 5 min doodle to post
After 3 months
not sorry
CHILDE'S BDAY!!!
ITS MY BABY BOY'S BIRTHDAY!!
ive had him for 1 and a half years and hes one of my main dps, he did my 100k dmg, he's my sweet bby boy and if anyone hurts him. ill kill u.
Your sweet boyfriend, who's an absolute darling and can't stop thinking about your well-being. Always looking out for you, always knows what your little habits are, can read you like a book and just absolutely adores you in general...and it's very obvious to even strangers that he does. It's as simple as the glances he gives you, filled to the brim with love. So when someone so loving gets pissed the fuck off, you know shits going down.
Making him jealous is one of the worst ideas you could've ever committed to. When he's a little bit angry and really jealous (he still loves you), but he oh-so kindly and lovingly restrains you by the wrists, shoving his finger into your mouth while his mouth is marking you up. If you bite his finger he'll order you to keep your mouth open, rub your saliva all over your lips and jaw then spits into your mouth. He loves you truly, but if you misbehave you are in for a treat and a long night darling.
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Characters : ALBEDO, Thoma, GOROU, GETO, Megumi, Gojo, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, SAMPO, ZHONGLI, CHILDE/TARTAGLIA, Inumaki,
+ a few of your faves♡
Genshin cringe headcanons part 7: other Liyue people
This post reclaims the term "cringe". If you use it as an insult or feels triggered by it, please DNI
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Name: Ajax/Tartaglia/Childe
Gender: trans man, he/him
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically russian, white, pale, strong, ginger hair, blue eyes, many freckles through his body, strabism, many scars through his body
Age: 25
Sexuality: gay
Personality: proud, trusting most of the times, excentric, easily dedicated, kind to children
Area of greatest ability: Fighting, acting
Kins: foxes, sea, squishy things
Family: Anton, Tonia, Teucer (biological lil siblings) Xinyan, Hu Tao, Qiqi (found family)
Relationship status: dating Zhongli
Friends: Wanderer, Beidou, Chongyun, Gaming, Xiangling, Xingqiu, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin
Disabilities: strabism, autistic, ADHD, lack of iron deficiency
Belief: believes the Tsaritsa with ortodox-catholic practices
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Name: Qiqi
Gender: demigirl, she/they/it/zombie/cold
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically chinese, thin, looks very ill, grey skin, skeletic face, dark circles, small, long lilac braided hair, blank eyes
Age: chronologically 507, physically, psychologically and mentally 6
Personality: calm, polite, naive, very serious for their age, is seen as “quirky”
Area of greatest ability: biology, herbology
Kins: pastel colors, zombie, Dreams
Family: Zhongli (adoptive dad) Ganyu, Xiao, Xinyan, Hu Tao, Albedo, Klee, Kaeya, Diluc (adoptive older siblins) Ajax (found family)
Friends: Yaoyao, Diona, Nahida, Sigewinne, Sayu, Paimon, Ningguang, Baizhu, Shenhe, Xianyun, Yanfei, Keqing
Disabilities: autistic semi-verbal, arthritis, short-term memory, breathing issues, uses an oxygen tank
Belief: does not believe in anything specifically, but has buddhist practices on zombies day-to-day life
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Name: Shenhe
Gender: transfem parawoman, she/they/ice/snow/winter
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically chinese, has albinism, tall, very muscled, has long white braided hair, clear eyes
Age: 33
Sexuality: asexual lesbian
Personality: soft with certain people, very reclusive, easily irritable, violent, does not know how to act in social situations
Area of greatest ability: Fighting
Kins: winter, crystals, pastel blue, clay, forest, magic
Family: Xianyun (adoptive mother) Chongyun (biological nephew) Ganyu (found family cousin)
Relationship status: dating Yelan
Friends: Beidou, Hu Tao, Qiqi, Xiangling, Xiao, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin, Zhongli
Disabilities: autistic semi-verbal, depression, PTSD, chronic pain, uses sign languages sometimes to comunicate, wears orthosis on joints
Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices
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Name: Zhongli/Morax/Rex Lapis
Gender: cis man, he/him
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically chinese, tall, brown skin, long brown hair he keeps tied up, brown eyes, a few wrinkles around his eyes
Age: chronologically 6130, physically 42
Sexuality: asexual gay
Personality: calm, reclusive, polite, protective, has an inclination for nostalgia, regrets things he did in past
Area of greatest ability: way too many.
Kins: does not has kin as he is the concept itself of what he would kin, but supports his friends and family who do.
Family: Ganyu, Xiao, Xinyan, Hu Tao, Qiqi (adoptive children) Albedo, Klee, Diluc, Kaeya (found family children) Venti (found family nibling) Shenhe (found family niece) Xianyun, Makoto, Ei, Kuni, Nahida, Furina (found family)
Relationship status: was in a QPR with Guizhong while she was alive, is now dating Childe
Friends: Baizhu, Beidou, Chongyun, Gaming, Keqing, Ningguang, Xiangling, Xingqiu, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yelan, Yun Jin
Disabilities: autistic, arthritis, diabetes, chronic back pain, uses a cane to walk.
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Name: Xiao/Alatus
Gender: agender, it/its
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically chinese, pale, small, black and green hair, black eyes, dark circles, many scars through its body
Age: chronologically 2079, physically 19
Sexuality: aroace
Personality: reclusive, resistent, socially awkward, gets everything it puts its mind on done, tries not to care but cares deeply
Area of greatest ability: Fighting, music
Kins: neon green, black, floral objects, crystals, gems, paint, clouds, wind, music
Family: Venti (found family cousin) Ganyu, Xinyan, Hu Tao, Qiqi (adoptive siblings) Zhongli (adoptive father) Itto, Yanfei, Shinobu, Yelan, the yakshas (found family siblings)
Relationship status: single
Friends: Chongyun, Shenhe, Xianyun, Yaoyao, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Klee
Disabilities: autistic, depression, insomnia, fibromyalgia, intrusive thoughts
Belief: believes Rex Lapis but does not has any specific practices
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Name: Yaoyao Maö
Gender: trans girl, she/bun/green
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically chinese, black, brown eyes, brown braided curly hair
Age: 8
Personality: polite, very smart for her age’s standards, curious, very attached to buns daily life, kind, caring.
Area of greatest ability: botany, biology
Kins: does not has kin but supports others who do!
Family: Xiangling (biological big sister) Wanmin (biological dad) Yanfei (adoptive cousin) madam Ping (adoptive grandma) Xianyun, Shenhe, Xiao, Ganyu (found family)
Friends: Baizhu, Beidou, Ningguang, Qiqi, Childe, Zhongli, Diona, Klee, Paimon, Sayu, Nahida, Sigewinne
Disabilities: autistic, dyslexia
Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like and buddhist-like practices on greens daily life
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Name: Baizhu
Gender: transmasc nonbinary, he/they
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically chinese, brown skin, black hair dyed green, brown eyes
Age: 38
Sexuality: gay
Personality: learns easily, kind, sassy, gets things done as soon as they can, might be very agressive when he wants to protect
Area of greatest ability: pharmachology, medicine
Kins: writing, squishy things, snakes, nature, plants, green, clay
Family: none
Relationship status: single
Friends: Zhongli, Qiqi, Yaoyao, Ganyu, Shenhe, Xiangling, Xiao, Xianyun, Yelan, Yun Jin
Disabilities: OCD, chronic pain, uses a wheelchair, Changsheng is a support animal
Belief: believes the adepti and has buddhist-like practices
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Name: Xianyun
Gender: cis woman, she/they
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically chinese, white skin, grey hair, blue eyes, tall
Age: chronologically 4564, physically 60
Sexuality: aroace
Personality: dedicated to her work and duty, polite, competitive, caring even though they doesn’t show it, likes kids
Area of greatest ability: Fighting, caring for
Kins: has not kins but supports her family on theirs
Family: Shenhe (adoptive daughter) Chongyun (adoptive nephew-grandson) Ganyu, Gaming (found family niblings)
Relationship status: single
Friends: Zhongli, adepti, Xiao, Baizhu, Hu Tao, Qiqi, Miko, Xiangling, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin
Disabilities: autistic, Tourette’s
Belief: believes Rex Lapis, does not has any specific religious practices
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Name: Xinyan
Gender: genderfluid, she/he
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically chinese, black, chubby, brown eyes, dark brown afro hair in two buns
Age: 18
Sexuality: polysexual
Personality: easily exciting, persistent, bold, loud, kind, likes kids
Area of greatest ability: music
Kins: summer, sand, fire, red, glitter, guitars
Family: Zhongli (adoptive dad) Ganyu, Xiao, Hu Tao, Qiqi (adoptive siblings) Ajax (found family)
Relationship status: in a colorful friendship with Yun Jin
Friends: Fischl, Kazuha, Mona, Xiangling, Beidou, Yanfei, Keqing, Barbara
Disabilities: ADHD, anxiety, chronic migraines
Belief: believes Rex Lapis, but doesn’t really care about him
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Name: Yun Jin
Gender: transfem demigirl, she/they/fluff
Pictures of Character:
Appearance: ethnically chinese, chubby, dark skin, brown eyes, black long braided hair
Age: 18
Sexuality: asexual lesbian
Personality: learns easily, friendly, polite, graceful, gets easily embarassed when in front of few people
Area of greatest ability: music
Kins: squishy stuff, painting
Family: Yun-Han clan
Relationship status: in a colorful friendship with Xinyan
Friends: Baizhu, Ganyu, Keqing, Ningguang, Barbara, Shenhe, Childe, Xiangling, Xianyun, Xiao, Xingqiu, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yelan, Zhongli
Disabilities: autistic
Belief: is agnostic, but has a phew buddhist-like practices on her daily life
I really vibed with the last guys ask for a Tartaglia x reader. If you could.... could hook a sister up with a Tartaglia x Fem!reader? I'd really appreciate hun <3
Sure!! And you dont gotta be shy abt it anon!! I'll write whenever I have time and (knock on wood) I am currently free of writer's block!!!
(Also go check out my best friend kimasworks because they write fanfics too)
(Tartaglia (childe) x Fem!Reader)
Where to begin...
Tartaglia, or Childe as you had come to know him, was always someone who was flirty with everyone (and I mean EVERYONE)
So whenever he flirted with you, you never took it genuinely as flirting to entice romance. You always laughed and shrugged it off, even when he made you as red as the mask he wore on his head. You never understood why he seemed so... disappointed when you told him he was "funny", and it seemed to get on his nerves when you laughed his flirting off as just him trying to get attention.
Childe had always loved you, ever since he laid eyes on you. He would stare from the sidelines, watching how you moved, how you talked, how you fought. It made him all the more attracted to you.
When you had finally (albeit reluctantly) became friends with him, he was overjoyed that he could be your friend. He was highly aware that you mistrusted him, but that didn't deter him from his goal: Make her MINE.
He would admit any day that you had gotten after him more than a few times for being possessive. After all, he wanted you desperately to be his. Still, he never had the balls to even consider asking you out. Every time he tried, his mouth would feel dry, his palms would sweat furiously under his gloves, his knees would tremble, and he would fully clam up.
You yourself had always found him a little endearing, once you got past the part of him that was indeed a Fatui harbinger. Sadly though, you always thought he was just a playboy, as he flirted with almost every woman he saw (whether to get a deal or just get a reaction you may never know). You fully believed (by paimon's words) that he was just trying to fluster you to satisfy his lust for attention.
But one day, he had had enough beating around the bush. He asked you to meet him in Wanmin Restaurant, as he wanted to "talk". You, believing you were in trouble, prepared for a fight, but Childe got in a nice, formal outfit, and even bought you Rainbow Roses all the way from Fontaine.
When you arrived at the restaurant, Child was outside waiting for you, bouquet of roses in hand. You looked surprised, as you had been expecting a fight, not a date. Childe smiled sheepishly, and you realized that you were a total idiot.
"Is this- Is this not a fight-? I thought we were going to have to battle again-" You asked, looking up at the tall boy as you stood before him.
Tartaglia burst into laughter, his tension easing. "Would I have brought roses to fight you??"
You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed for your behavior. Even at that moment, the dots all connected. The flirting, the possessiveness, the staring and grinning like an idiot, the absolute adoration he showed you. It was all genuine.
"B-but- When you flirted with the other girls I thought-" "I was practicing.. I wanted to make sure I knew what to say to you so I didn't make a fool of myself!"
Childe laughed, his laugh easing all tension. He took your hand, gently giving you the flowers and looking at you like you were the only woman in the world.
"I could never NOT be genuine about how I feel for you, Traveler."
After that night, you both planned weekly dates, whether it was going out and just having fun or getting each other out of trouble, you both enjoyed it. On your 3rd date, Childe finally gained the courage to ask an important question. You had just defeated your 17th whopperflower of the day, and as you collected the nectar, he held you from behind. When you stood, he smiled and held you closely, his hands on your waist. He never imagined how wonderful it would feel to feel your hips under his fingers.
"Traveler..? May I... May I kiss you?"
(i think yall can imagine your own answer! Thats all, folks, and please send in an ask to request a story!!)
As Grief Consumes.
Yan Childe x F Reader.
Synopsis: You are on the run from the eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers after he kills your husband. But soon, your fear turns into a want for revenge, and by then it is too late for you.
Warnings: Yandere themes, violence/some gore, accidental self-harm, essentially kidnapping, massive power imbalance, manipulation, and stalking.
Word Count: 4.4k.
Ten Songs Like This Piece:
Anna Maria by bôa
Once Upon a Dream by Lana Del Ray
An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra
I Want a Girl (Just Like the Girl That Married Dear Old Dad) by The Buffalo Bills
Unwed Henry by American Murder Song
Who Is She ? by I Monster
Happy Together by Filter
Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge
Missed Me by The Dresden Dolls
The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid
“When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.” – Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes
i. “The further you sink, the more you drown in lies told by both you and others.”
You had first seen the eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers when he was towering above you, unblinking, at the end of your bed. Dressed in elegant gray attire, he stood tall, exuding an air of opulence. His eyes, reminiscent of frozen azure or sapphire gems, shimmered with an ethereal glow, just like his Hydro Vision.
Initially, his absence of blinking and his predatory demeanor seemed only odd, almost as if he were a wild animal, your tiredness preventing you from seeing the situation in its entirety.
However, once you had awoken enough from your sleep and realized that he was an intruder, a profound sense of terror and alarm engulfed you. Your husband’s snoring was the only audible thing in this moment, the Harbinger’s and your breathing. You had practically jumped out of your bed to run, not thinking.
“That took a while.”
No. No. No, this can’t be happening. Ji told you that he was able to pay off his debt just in time. Your throat constricts, your gaze widening as your mind teeters on the brink of crumbling, all because of the presence of the person standing just a few feet from you. You can’t breathe. Tartaglia smiles at your fear like you are a new toy he had purchased and then placed on the highest shelf.
“Why are you–”
“Shh,” He cuts your questioning short with that sound and a simple lift of his finger to his smirking lips. “I just want to chat, girly.” He whispers, putting a lazy arm over the raised footboard. “Don’t cry or scream for help, okay? We both know no one would come anyway.”
Nobody is here to help you get out of this, even Rex Lapis himself.
“Why are you here, Lord Tartaglia? That… is who you are, right? Please, he did pay off his debts.”
You don’t know what to say next. You don’t know what to say next, and it hurts you. What is one supposed to say, when their house is broken into by a Fatui Harbinger and they are just so casually standing a few steps away from you? A Fatui Harbinger who was said to be a wild card and oh so infamously conniving? Would begging for Ji to not die be a good choice? Would you die too then, whether he listens to your pleas or not? Perhaps asking him to at least make his death not painful and long would suffice. It is a gamble, no matter how you slice this situation.
Your husband is not a stranger. You know his life story and what he had done in his life. He knows your life story and actions too. Would Tartaglia listen to you if you kept repeating that Ji had paid off his debt already? Something tells you he won't listen to you, even if you speak enough to make your throat bleed.
“I doubt that.” His voice carries a cheerful melody that unsettles your stomach. “Harbingers aren’t one to be given false information, sweetie.” He chuckles as the tears that are about to fall from your eyes reflect the moonlight. “Anything you want to tell me before I get down to business? It can be anything at all.”
You find yourself tightly embracing your arms, as the frigid air playfully grazes your skin. Perhaps buried within your subconscious, you entertain the possibility that Ji may have deceived you. Maybe he fabricated a story to cease your persistent reminders about visiting Northland Bank and settling his debt with the Fatui. Alternatively, there could be an undisclosed motive behind his deception. Then again, could it be Tartaglia who is deceiving you, or perhaps you are deceiving yourself?
“Do you have to kill him?”
“Yes, princess.”
You don’t say anything for a moment after that blunt response. Tartaglia drinks up every emotion on your face like they are bottles of the sweetest cherry wine. Unfortunately for you, he does not seem the type to be a lightweight.
“Why can’t you do it another way?”
He looks out your window to the Sandbearer trees and bamboo growing in the back of your house. “Because he won’t ever be able to pay off his debt, no matter how much he works or how much he sells.”
You would think the lightness in his tone is simply him fooling around for a moment if he hadn't broken into your home and is a Fatui Harbinger. You know better than to think so foolishly. Perhaps it is simple amusement, with how his eyes look at your cold sweat traveling down your forehead to your neck, and your tears migrating down to your bare feet. You can sense the heaviness of his gaze, as it carefully observes your every action, from the not-so-subtle movement of your fingertips to the gentle flutter of your lashes. He would not be joking at a time like this.
The left side of the bed creaks as you hear Ji’s yawns and grumbles and him rubbing his eyes with his pointer fingers. Were Tartaglia and you too loud? You don’t think so. Your blood runs cold as your head turns and your fearful eyes make contact with his calm ones.
As you move towards Ji, a wave of childhood nightmares washes over you. In those dreams, a formidable monster lurked behind, forever out of reach no matter how fast you ran. Your legs become burdensome and immobile as if shackled by iron chains. Should you cry out? Warn Ji to flee before it's too late? Tartaglia would easily catch up, but the longer you remain inert, the weightier your guilt grows.
You could still do something, can’t you?
You can still at least try, can’t you?
“[First]?” Your husband’s voice mixed in with drowsiness. “What are you doing up?”
The hand over your mouth doesn’t budge as much as you struggle and claw at it. It’s no use. Ji can’t see anything because his glasses are on the bedside table. He can’t run if he doesn’t know what is here, waiting to tear him apart into little pieces.
“My love? What’s wrong?”
Tartaglia answers before you can.
“I’m afraid your deadline has passed.”
This has to be a bad dream, so you close your eyes and wish that you would just wake up already. But you never do.
ii. “Your flames can either bring life and warmth or cause destruction.”
You woke up in the morning to a cold bed. You sit up and your neck naturally turns to your right, your tiredness keeping you from remembering Ji is dead. You somehow still wanted to check if Ji had already left for work, but he wasn’t there. There was a faint glimmer of hope as you kept denying that Ji hadn’t passed last night after all. But that glimmer was quickly followed by a crushing weight. The bed was cold, the spot where Ji usually lay being taken instead by a head of ginger hair and freckles, a strong arm holding your waist in place.
*~*~*~*
As the sun retreats into the Earth's embrace and the moon takes its place in the celestial stage, the fire dwindles to a mere glimmer of its former radiance. The flames flicker with feebleness, urging you to tend to its dwindling strength.
“Sigh… I’m traveling again today anyway. I don’t need this anymore.” You stand up and almost cry out in pain at your sprained ankle. You can hardly see Liyue Harbor from here. The only thing you can see almost clearly is the giant red gates, the lanterns so small they could be mistaken for little bits of dust or gliding flower petals. You’re thankful that you were not hurt back then and escaped before Tartaglia’s boat set sail for Snezhnaya. Now you can’t go back to Liyue until you are assured that Tartaglia has died. “Time to go.”
You start walking down the mountainside, being careful to not trip on a tree root or rock. You made that mistake before, and you surely do not want history repeating itself. Especially since your ankle just started healing, though it is not healed enough to not make you wince with every step you take. It still beats having it broken though, you suppose.
You would rather sleep, you would rather have someone here to help you through this. Before your eyelids can close again as you walk, you slap yourself. You have to pay attention, because if there are any Fatui skirmishers, mages, or agents here you have to notice them before it is too late for you. You are certain that Tartaglia gave them orders to look out for you. It is what you would have done if you were as obsessed as he was with someone you had never met before. Thankfully though your thread of fate differed from Childe’s, or at least you hoped so.
You have to keep going, it is what Ji would have wanted you to do if he was still alive.
It is what Ji would have wanted you to do. Your sword is dragged behind you, a light thunking sound audible every time it falls a bit at a small ledge. It has seen better days, that is for certain. Its edges are dull and its surface is chipped and stained. The wooden hilt is rotten and split, exposing the worn and tarnished metal beneath.
The sword is old, but there is still strength in the petals beneath all the rust and decay. Despite the more than obvious corrosion, it still manages to retain some of its original sharpness. Having any weapon is better than having none. You cannot just be here out in the wilderness by yourself like some rabbit waiting to be eaten. You have to continue to run and live. You have to, for Ji.
“Huh…?”
Just your luck. The mask the man wears is somewhat scorched and burned at the edges, likely from the fiery attacks the typical Fatui Pyro Agent wields in combat. The red mask’s surface has been ruined by heat and age, leaving it an almost brick color. Its shape is angular, giving it a harsh and intimidating appearance. Nothing is exposed, with even the nose and mouth covered by its metal.
You regret leaving that tacky tent in an instant. You raise your blade and point it at the agent, glaring. In response, the agent crosses his arms with a tch sound leaving the small holes of his mask. Would it be a bad idea to run? Is this agent fast enough to stop you? It’s another gamble, to put it simply.
*~*~*~*
The sound of the troupe of musicians’ instruments fills both you and Ji’s ears sweetly as you dance. The crackling of the fire of the outdoor cooking station provides a cozy atmosphere. You were both at peace surrounded by the warmth and comfort of the song playing and the love you shared.
A drizzle falls from the night sky, adding yet another accent to the harmony. Creating an almost hypnotic rhythm. Ji smiles at you with appreciation in his eyes. He pulls you close as you continue to dance to the melodic tunes playing in the background.
“I love you.”
*~*~*~*
But you take that chance and start running uphill, not being as careful as you were walking down. The agent chases after you as you gasp for air, your eyes going from looking at the top of the small mountain to looking at your feet to making sure you don’t trip and fall. But then you look behind you and see the agent reaching his hands out towards you, aiming to catch you before you can get very far. That is when your instinct kicks in, the rational part of your brain being replaced by pure emotion and impulse.
The agent attempts to sidestep out of the way but only manages to trip himself on a tree root as your rusty blade makes a clear and large bloody slash across his chest. He tumbles down the mountainside, his blood trailing behind him in a crimson stream. He grunts and you go back to running. Only when you are up on the top of the hill do you look down at what you have done
He lies struggling at the bottom of the mountainside. Your tunnel vision makes the world dark, leaving only one color left; the agent’s bright red blood staining the mountainside. He seems to have collapsed on a rocky part of it, his body losing the strength to stay upright. The wind blows at the crimson trails of blood, splattering them over the nearby rocks and foliage. He reaches out with a weak hand, reaching in vain for you, his voice nothing more than feeble gurgling and panting. The agent struggles to stay conscious, but the pain from the massive wound in his chest and the lack of oxygen causes him to slowly lose consciousness. He draws a final breath as he goes limp. The corpse bleeds out into the dirt and rocks, his blood mingling with the soil as he remains still and lifeless.
*~*~*~*
The soft glow of the candles illuminated the bedroom. Ji could see that you were fast asleep, your gentle breathing a testament to this. He leans in close and kisses your forehead, your eyebrows slightly contracting in your sleep, Ji feeling content and happy. A gentle breeze blows through the window, causing the curtains to flutter slightly. As he watches the candlelight dance and flicker, his mind is at ease and his heart is full of love for you. You feel safe and secure in your husband’s arms.
*~*~*~*
As soon as you are certain of his death, you step down from your perch and kneel next to the body.
Was it moral? The question hangs in the air like a noose or a guillotine’s blade as you stare down at him. Your act may have been necessary, but was it right? Is murder a justified response? Was there any chance for a peaceful resolution? What could have been?
Is this what Ji would have wanted? Would he be happy if he knew you had blood on your hands now?
iii. “As we dance, each step forward leads to another step back.”
You go to wash your hands in the body of water nearby.
You stand by the edge of the lake, looking down at your hands as you contemplate. Even though there is no physical evidence of blood on your palms, you can still feel the weight of what you have done. The water beckons you like a siren, drawing you in with the promise of being cleansed both physically and spiritually. You hesitate for a moment before dipping your hands into the water, letting the coldness refresh you. As you feel the water wash over your skin, you can’t help but wonder if the feeling of guilt will disappear with it.
“Not bad, not bad.” That is what Childe would say if he was here with you to witness what had just happened, your imagination producing a proudness in his tone that makes you almost vomit. “Seems you learned a bit from me. Cute.”
You have the urge to shield your ears from the harsh reality that the imaginary Tartaglia relished in revealing. However, you resist the temptation for now. The task at hand is to cleanse them, to rid them of impurity. They remain unwashed and unclean. Therefore, you clench your hands tightly, keeping them submerged in the water. There is a viscous sensation as if you had immersed them in a thick, sticky substance like honey or syrup.
Your imagination stops playing tricks on you for a moment, much to your paranoia and guilt’s utter joy. Perhaps a small mercy, or punishment as now you will be alone with your thoughts once more.
You hold your breath as you count the seconds of you scratching away at your hands. One, two, three, four… you eventually lose count, and by then a small portion of the lake is crimson. Your skin has been rubbed raw and you are bleeding, and when you become aware of this, the pain shoots up your arms and you scream.
“Come on, be proud of what you did.”
There is a chuckle that is akin to those that still haunt your nightmares.
At least you can’t see him, he is just a voice in your head. Though you assume that the real Tartaglia is still out there, waiting to strike. You just wish you could make it to Sumeru before then.
Would you ever be free?
“You did great, you know.”
You do not want Tartaglia’s praise, as false as it is at this moment. Even if he is just a figment, you would rather have no kindness at all, out of both self-hatred and hatred for him.
Would you still be free if you hadn’t killed that agent? You don’t think you would have, you don’t know what that agent would have done to you, if he was sent to catch you or if he was just doing his regular patrols of the area. You don’t know what his plans were. All you know is that he is dead and you are still free. Where whatever his plan had failed, your plan as quickly as it was made had succeeded. You contemplate deluding yourself into thinking that that agent was sent after you, that he did harbor ill-intent towards you and your freedom.
But you can’t do it, so all you do is put your bloody hands to your face and sob. You taste something metallic in your mouth and it only makes you cry louder. Your tears become mixed with sanguine as they fall and paint your white dress with red dots. You stay in that position for a while after that, but the imaginary Childe’s voice does not leave you for another second.
There is never a peaceful moment, and you don’t know how long you cried for.
“Seriously, stop crying. It sort of ruins how good of a job you did.” After a few more moments of you still loudly weeping, you hear a sigh. “Come on. Don’t be a spoilsport.”
You sniffle into your cut palms.
“Just leave me alone.”
He does not listen to you, as he always does.
iv. “You have turned into the very thing that you vowed to annihilate.”
Screaming. Screaming that is so loud the Golden Finches in the trees all fly away. Screaming too loud, too maddening, to stop and it goes on for about a minute like an alarm. The source of the screaming is you, not that you tried to stop it, blinded by emotion.
The daylight makes you focus on your cut hands, your skin still stained with blood from the night before. The lake’s water has slightly brightened up, and the spot where you cut your hands is less red.
But your trails sooner than later trail back to what caused your screaming.
Resting in the lush blades of grass beside you lies the source of your frantic cries. Nestled at its center, is a vibrant and tranquil sapphire gemstone adorned with gilded accents that trace the curves of a square. As it draws near to your being, a subtle glow emanates, casting a gentle illumination. A Hydro Vision.
“Aren’t you happy?”
You stare at it. You do not know whether to be happy or continue being miserable. You are deemed worthy and strong by the celestial realm, hence receiving a portion of their formidable might. The only problem is that you had just killed a man. You murdered someone, and you are being rewarded for it.
It is like Tartaglia is here with you, even though you cannot see him.
You know that if you had not killed that agent, you would not be gifted with this.
At least you can defend yourself for real now, even though your self-defense skills are next to none.
You hope this is a joke. There are fake Visions sold in some places, and perhaps it was dropped here by mistake. Maybe a child simply lost theirs. But you know that is not true. There is nothing here but you, this Vision, and your rusty sword. There is nothing else for you, no child coming and snatching up the Vision and running back to wherever they came from.
So you pick it up, and it is slightly cold with little droplets of water on its glowing surface.
It emits a gentle hum and you can feel its power coursing through your veins. Hydro Visions are said to be a manifestation of the Hydro Archon’s will, a symbol of her sense of justice and benevolence.
You would laugh if your voice box did not feel like it had just been clawed out of you.
You would laugh if you thought it was funny. But it is not funny, because now you will have to carry this reminder; this permanent keepsake of the man you have killed. It is not funny, but you know Childe would think it was if he ever found out about this.
You cannot escape this because there is no escape. You killed a man and his corpse is there on the bottom of the hill, rotting away, his eyes probably wide and glassy and unblinking. Flies and maggots will soon make him their new home and drill their way into his flesh as he rots, buzzing sounds soon replacing whatever gurgling ones the agent made before he went motionless.
You do not deserve any mercy, because at the end of the day are you really that different from Tartaglia? You both kill those around you to get what you want, the only difference being you killed that man in self-defense, or at least you hope that is what it counts as. You don’t know if you and him are the same. You are no saint. Childe is a sinner. You are a disgrace. Childe is no luminary.
Or maybe he is. Because of him, you murdered someone.
Either way, that agent had someone, someone out there who at least was acquaintances with him. Maybe he had a partner, a spouse, a friend, someone back in Snezhnaya waiting for him to return. Now all that they are getting is a body in a bag and maybe some cold condolences if they are lucky enough.
Your hands still hurt as you hold out one of them and a small fountain of water spouts from your palm. You ball up your fist and close your eyes, making the Hydro power stop. Maybe the heavens know that you and Childe are the same, and that is why they gifted you the same Vision he wields. Whether the Vision of choice was intentional or not though, you know you will never be able to find out, because you are just a human. The divine does not interfere with mortals, after all.
You do not feel good, but you don’t feel bad either, a nauseating mix of both you think. You’re stronger now. You’re more worthy of hell than heaven.
What awaits after you die? What happens when both you and Childe die? If you got into heaven, would Tartaglia tear through the very gates of heaven to get to you? What would happen then? Or if you go to hell, would Tartaglia be able to find you?
If you burn in hell, would the only thing you hear be your thoughts?
You would be alone then. Though you know you are just as alone right now. You are lost in your thoughts, and maybe that is what hell is because you cannot stop them.
You are hungry. The satchel you stole from a Millelith guard ran out of food and water yesterday, and there do not seem to be any apples or sunsettias nearby. You feel so empty.
You think about what caused all of this to happen. You are certain that if Childe had not butted his head into your life if Ji had paid off his debts, if something else had happened, if anything else had happened, if everything else had happened, you would not have killed someone. Hopefully, probably.
You are a murderer.
You hold the title of a killer, yet there may still be a chance to redeem your soul through positive actions. If you dedicate yourself to intense preparation, you could potentially return to Northland Bank and swiftly eliminate Childe. Your motive is driven by the desire to pay Childe back for Ji and all the other lives he has destroyed. You want payback for yourself too. Seeking retribution for yourself is not an act of selfishness but rather a justified response in your opinion.
A deep longing for revenge quickly blossoms within, causing your heart to race as an ecstatic smile graces your face. The tantalizing allure of revenge consumes your every thought, compelling you to go to any lengths to savor its sweetness. Your unwavering pursuit of justice echoes relentlessly, echoing the call for retribution. Justice, justice, justice, Revenge, revenge, revenge. Guilty, guilty, guilty.
Victory, victory, victory.
You are going to enjoy his suffering, his pain. You are going to enjoy his screams. You are going to enjoy his cruel death, the torture you are going to put him through. You lust after such a moment like a bite from the sweetest, juiciest fruit in all the land. Apples. Peaches, maybe.
Your soul will feast well that day. You will eat and eat until you are the very definition of gluttony itself. Even if you end up a demon, you will be happy that Tartaglia finally got his due.
You cannot wait.
It is not too late for you, for forgiveness, for another chance. It is not too late to salvage at least part of you.
You laugh then, and it is croaky and hoarse from how loudly you screamed before, but you don’t care. Yes. Yes. Yes. You ignore how much your throat hurts, how much your hands hurt and your ankle hurts. It does not matter.
A sudden clapping sound, slow but clear. You don’t know whether or not you are imagining it, if you are going crazy or not. You are not mishearing things either way.
Footsteps, cracking branches, and stepping on roots and blades of grass.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
A chuckle.
“Good job.”
v. “Happiness can only be found in surrender.”
Genshin Impact | Some Funny moments in Furina's Demo
obsessed! childe pt. 1
Content: Female anatomy, obssession, dubcon (the reader does love Childe, and Childe loves reader, I just love writing yandere males).
Note: The potion that Childe uses is more like a "tell the truth potion", meaning the person will act/say whatever they actually think abt the person, if they do not say it they will start to feel light/mild effects, these effects vary from each person.
Note 2: I was planning on doing a single part but the text was getting too long and I've been cooking this for way too much time cause i have no time to write...
I don't think you are able to understand the surprise Childe felt when he arrived to Inazuma, all with the objective of analyzing a little the situation of Inazuma (while also keeping an eye on Scaramouche), just a small and fast trip, then he would be able to go back to Snezhnaya, rest a little while waiting for the next quest given by the Tsaritsa. While at his stay, he found the different posters that talked about the rock festival that was being planned, and despite this did not catch his interest at first, he received some letters from the Tsaritsa, explaining to him how this would be a good opportunity to check how the people of Inazuma actually felt after the whole "now-we-are-mostly-free" situation. So he agreed, waiting patiently until the even finally took place, he decided to take a walk around Inazuma, just checking the different restaurants and small stalls that were sitting around the streets. He was checking some of the newest items added to the menu when he saw something, well, more like someone. There you were, as pretty as he remembered, you hair shinning thanks to the sun rays that were falling on top of your head. You were smiling...maybe more like laughing, which made you even prettier to be honest. While he stood there, menu still in his hand, he noticed another person, a huge man with long white hair, marks all over his body, he seemed to be quite strong, but taking into account that there was a huge ball of some kind of dessert in front of his feet, he did not seem to be the most brilliant persons that you had been able to meet. While analyzing this man, you suddenly hit him on his shoulder, your body being unable to keep still due to the huge laugh that you were trying to contain (this was useless, as you can see). He threw out what was left of the dessert and started to tickle you, making your own dessert fall to the floor. Now, what the heck was up with that? You barely allowed him to touch you, always saying "Childe, I still don't trust you fully" but a completely new man was able to do so? Yeah, he may have tried to drown you (and the whole city of Liyue) but weren't you being unfair? He stated his reasons and tried to be as kind as possible, giving you as much money as you wanted and even talking to his family about you (the pretty traveller with a fierce heart and a great attitute) but while he was doing that you went around meeting new men?
He quickly left the menu somewhere around the stall, going to where you stanted in a fast pace, but just as he was about to snap at the random man he composed himself, his friendly (yet dangerous) smile was back in his lips, he suddenly put one of his hands on your shoulder, causing you to suddenly jump. The other man slowly stopped, his red eyes looking to his blue eyes, even the expression that was in his face made him look like a complete dork, you changed him for some dull white-haired man? He may not be the most sane person, and yes, he may have a little problem with fighting you, but didn't you two have something? God, he was starting to get furious once again, but he kept the act, face as cool as a cucumber and a relaxed body language. "Hey traveller, long time no see, how have you been?" He only kept his eyes fixated on you, ignoring the existance of Itto for a moment. "I've been missing you like crazy, Teucer has been asking me about you and he was so sad that we have not been able to meet for such a long time!" Your expression got a little ankward, you knew Childe was doing it on purpose, turning his back while not allowing him to enter the conversation. "Oh hey... I didn't know you were going to come here to Inazuma, I've been fine, I was able to make some good friends here in Inazuma, this is Itto, he is the best at onikabuto fights!" Itto seemed to pump his chest, probably full of proud as for that... achivement? Childe smiled, the vein at his neck still pumped, cause what did he expect when he left you alone? All those dirty men probably tried to get to your pretty head with their dumb tactics, yeah, this dude may seem more innocent, but of course he was just like all the others.
Once again, he tried to compose himself, carefully getting his hand around your waist, Itto's eyes did notice, and as he felt how the pressure was getting bigger, he suddenly shifted his eyes, looking at some vague point. "Oh uhm... I forgot I just have this meeting... yeah, the one with the gang you know? Oh shoot, how could I forget? I gotta get going, see ya around compadre!" Itto left like the wind, running as fast as possible to get further away from that strange man who kept looking at him like some kind of prey.
"Oh, lady, why did your friend leave? I was about to invite him to some of the most beautiful places I was able to find... But I would first invite you to the great cuisine at some of the restaurants from Inazuma!" Childe smiled brightly, his enemy was no longer at sight, so of course he should try to keep his act of the "good guy". So he did, he invited to Inazuma's cuisine, even being so good as to get up himself and bringing your food to the table, even adding a special potion created in Mondstadt and carefully mixing it between your food. As he did not enjoy some unfair sparring, he did mix that potion with his own food, after all, if it did have some kind of harmful effects he should also be the one facing them. "Sorry for taking so long, I found some issues with the plate, so I had to ask them to change it!" He carefully explained, leaving each of the plates in the sides, together with the rest of plates that had already been served, just when you finally took a bite of all the food was he finally happy, smile shining as bright as the sun. When the dinner finally ended, he carefully took your hand, leading to the residence that you had been staying at, it was quite old for his liking, but he did find it enchanting, it was the place where you slept after all.
It took him some time to get you to bed, as the potion only seemed to make you drunk in some way body hot and tembling hands. He carefully laid you in bed, tucking you in with a lot of care and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. He was kind of dissapointed with the drink, but he supposed that this was better than having some bad reaction to it. Just as he was about to leave the bedroom and head to his hotel, he felt a soft pull, your hand was around his wrist, your eyes looked just like a puppy, begging for him to not leave. At first he was quite hesitant, you were not in your right mind, and despite how much he would love to give you the thing you begged so much, he did have some moral compass. But your pretty eyes were melting him, and the sweet things that were leaving your lips did not help him either, so he gave in.
His body starting to burn up, was it because of the potion? It seemed that the potion did have a slower effect in him, as he was ok just a few minutes ago. His mind was starting to get a little fuzzy, so he slowly laid on bed, allowing you to get on top of him. "Ojou-chan...never did I think I would be able to have such a beautiful woman on top of me, not only beautiful, but a woman strong enough to defeat me..." His cocky smile on his lip only caused you to feel even stronger the urge to shut him up with a kiss, so you did, lips on top of each other and hands all over his body, playful hands going under his shirt, body hot to the touch due to the hot temperature of Inazuma at that time. "Aren't you been a little too cocky, lady?" You smile, still being completely under the effects of the potion. You pull away from him, looking at his flusthered face and getting closer to him, bitting and kissing his neck and hearing him let some breathy moans out of his pretty lips. "I'm trying to go easy on you, lady... But you have seen to learn some pretty mischiveous tactics while we were far apart..." He still had that cocky expression, even despite the fact that he was in a much worse state than you. He once again smiled, carefully putting his hands around your hips and massaging that place. He slowly kissed your face, peppering soft lips all around your cheeks and nose. "You're so naughty today, traveller..." Despite his lustful eyes, he kept treating you soft, something completely opposite to how he usually acted, all high and confident, being unafraid of being too rough when you fought each other. Childe's hands slowly moved upwards, pulling out the soft clothes that were covering your body, your skin shinning thanks to the moonlight that entered through the window in the room. "You're so pretty... so so pretty... I wish I could just hide you in my pocket,,, I want my family to meet you as soon as possible..." He kept peppering kisses all over your body, from your shoulders to your tummy, what was up with him? "Ajax... what is going on?..." He simply looked at you like a small puppy, kissing your lips and giving no answer to your question. He slowly got rid of his own clothes, leaving both of you completely naked, slowly analyzing all and each of your gaps and pretty features.
"I'm sorry, lady... I am at my limit and I don't think I can keep much longer... didn't think that the stuff that that damn old man gave me would be so strong..." The creepy face of the other member of the Fatuis almost caused him to flinch, but he just chose to focus on the moment, lowkey thanking him for the chance of such a "dashing" encounter with his dear rival (lover as well).
obsessed childe! pt. 2
Content: eating out, breeding kink, lots of babbling, overstimulation.
Note: The part 2 of the whole "oh I drank sum weird stuff that makes me feel like mating". Btw, I wrote it some time ago so I don't remember most words so if it sounds repetitive I'm sorry. As always, not proof-reader.
Note 2: Sorry if it's a bit underwhelming I'm kind of dry n lost rn
"I'm sorry, lady... I am at my limit and I don't think I can keep much longer... didn't think that the stuff that that damn old man gave me would be so strong..." The creepy face of the other member of the Fatuis almost caused him to flinch, but he just chose to focus on the moment, lowkey thanking him for the chance of such a "dashing" encounter with his dear rival (lover as well).
Childe kept on playing with your body, passing his rough hands through your soft skin, caressing your pretty nipples and kissing each of your features, almost worshipping you like some kind of god.
"Lady... just say the words, please. Say the words and I'll make you mine, put a pretty ring around your finger... take you to my country, perhaps you taking me instead?... Though I would love to see my dear brothers and sister grow up..." The drug had already hit him too hard, as he had started to babble things out without much thinking, despite that, his cock still was pulsating, pressing against your entrance and making your head a little too light for your taste.
"Ajax... what are you even saying?" You tried to laught it off, as the drug had a little less impact on you compared to his state, suddenly, his two arms were caging you against the mattress, his hair shinning thanks to the moonlight. It was thanks to it that you were able to see his eyes, completely dark and much more dangerous than you had ever seen them before. He lost no time, his lips turning much more violent, almost trying to swallow you right there, his hands were still caging you, and his hips were moving against you, almost as if he was getting ready for what was about to happen.
"You're right... I should just knock you up, get some cute babies, I bet that asshole of abyss prince wouldn't mind... I could probably fight him...?" He kept babbling, whispering about whatever he was thinking about, just as you were about to complain to him he flipped you over. He took your legs and rose your lower half, putting it against his face and ,losing no time, started to kiss your pretty cunt, lapping on your folds while sucking on your clit, almost causing you to cry from the pleasure. His fingers started to play with the bund of nerves, forcing you to bite the sheets as to try and avoid the surrounding bedrooms hearing you moan because of the Fatui. He noticed that, but decided to pay no mind to it, starting to finger you while he kept his mouth entertained by playing with your clit or by licking and helping with the lubrication of your pretty cunt.
"Hey traveler, don't give up on me, we still have to do the real thing, you know?" Just as he said that he stopped, leaving you a little high from the sensations and causing your legs to twitch a bit. He cautiously turned you once again, now seeing his flushed face and his glossy lips. He took one of the pillows that had fallen from the bed and put it under you, helding both of your legs open which allowed himself to put himself in between them, he put your legs arround his waist and took his cock with his hand. "Open wide, baby... i'm about to help you become a mommy" He slowly introduced himself, feeling how your insides started to squeeze him just right, almost causing him to cum just from the bliss he felt at that moment. He clenched his teeth, trying to control himself, he started to move, slowly creating some kind of rythm while putting some of his weight on top of you. His weight was almost making you feel breathless but he moved away from time to time, allowing you to breath while he tried to control himself from ravaging you. He moved one of his hands towards your clit, starting to play with it without warning.
You clenched your teeth, nails clinging to his back while your mind was almost melting from the pleasure. What the heck was going on and why was your body unable to muster some strenght to at least switch positions?
Childe smiled at the sight, his dear rival was laying under him, lips parted because of the moans that were escaping them, eyes shiny from the small tears that fell from time to time, cheeks flushed from the "exercise" both of you were doing, God you looked so pretty like this.
His grip tightened, feeling how he was about to come, he kissed your neck, leaving some red marks that would persist there for a couple of days. "Traveler, tell me, where do you want me? would you let me cum inside? make a pretty baby with you... you'll look so pretty like that..." He was still dazed, moving his hips as if he was in some kind of heat, fixed on making both of you come. "Ajax, you're being so meann...!" Your words were slurring when he suddenly slowed down, slower trusts while he kept caressing your clit, his lips peppering kisses all through your face and neck. Just as he made his trusts slower but deeper he reached your womb, making you cum with a pathetic whine, your head too far gone to warn him or tell him something. He smiled as he saw your eyes foggy, and quickly rose the pace, his dick twitching as he finally reached his limit, liquid flowing inside as he let himself go.
"I'm sorry baby... I'll make up for it tomorrow..." As he was almost falling asleep, he put the cover and sheets on top of you, hugging your figure and kissing your forehead, his hand on top of your belly.
twitter links! x Genshin men pt. 1
Content: ♡ Diluc + Xiao + Childe ♡
Note: just a lil something for those that are thirsty!
Diluc:
just diluc fucking his pretty wife just after taking a shower <3
diluc filling you up so he can finally get that loving happy family he has always dreamed of ♡
you forget what your place was :(
just him teasing you back after you kept touching him under the table during that important meeting
Xiao:
Xiao needed to release a bit of his pent up energy
bf xiao who just loves trying to make your time together as long as possible
xiao eating you out just like a good boyfriend would ♡
it's not his fault you always look so pretty! specially with your body all sweaty from working out
Childe:
Fun fact! He has a hydro vision for a reason :D
Just another way of fighting, right...?
him just flexing how strong he is as a harbinger!
family is important for him, of course creating his own is even more important!!
“we’re supposed to honor signora.”
not right now all my attention is to the hot ginger. 💗
(childe should go into foul legacy and ruin me. oh wait we’re at signora’s funeral im so sorry 😭💀💀)
Upcoming fics!
Genshin:
Itto x reader
“Courtship”
The one and oni falls in love.
Idiots to lovers. Yearning. Pining. 2 part series. Based on this post.
Itto x reader
“How do stars find their way through the night sky?”
Itto’s attempts at confessions and the time he finally did.
Sequel to “Courtship”. Pining. Fluff. Slight angst but not really.
Childe x reader
“His Saviour”
Early relationship with Childe. He changes from uncaring to a simp. Teucer is there! Teucer likes the reader more than Ajax.
One shot. Slight angst?
Demon Slayer:
Douma x reader
“It’s a date!”
Hanging out with Douma when no one else will.
One shot (short). Fluff.
The Owl House:
Collector x reader
“Forever?”
Platonic. Collector wants you to make a promise.
Drabble. Fluff.
I just finished the centre of the Fontaine archon quest and I’m sobbing.
Spoilers under the cut ->
I’m so relieved that they didn’t kill off Furina.. it really looked like it was going there and I was devastated. She’s one of my favourite characters after all!
It was so interesting that they took the route of making Neuvillette the new leader for Fontaine and gave him his full powers back. (My boy! :>)
Also I loved the short little scene of Childe fighting the “eat everything narwal” as I’m referring to it as. Much like the whale, i will eat up any and all Childe content <3 (This stupid ginger if fighting with Itto for the spot as my fav character)
Also Skirk! She straight up yeeted Childe back into the abyss and then insulted him. Like ??? Slay ig?
What the reason be why Tartaglia didn’t have his hydro vision in the 4.0 teaser was actually because Furina took it away since he was making too much of a ruckus in the courtroom
Tartaglia!
(I didn't want to give him a face so he's become whooper now.)