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Every year anew...!

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Genshin cringe headcanons part 13: other Sumeru characters

This post reclaims the term "cringe". If you use it as an insult or is triggered by it, please DNI

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Name: Nahida/Kusanali/Buer

Gender: trans girl, she/fairy

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically persian-indian, chubby, brown skin, white hair light green on its ends she usually keeps tied up, black eyes

Age: chronologically 500, physically, psychologically and mentally 6 (has the personality and mannerisms of a 6 year old, but the wisdom of a god. Sometimes fairy sounds like she is one of these kids who go to Harvard at a very tender age)

Personality: reserved, kind, excentric, intelligent, likes taking care of people, communicates mostly through metaphors

Area of greatest ability: philosophy

Kins: does not has kin as she is the concepts itself she would kin, but supports others who do have

Family: Alhaitham, Kaveh (found family dads) Kuni (found family big brother) Faruzan (found family grandparent) Ei, Zhongli, Furina, Neuvillette, Venti (found family)

Friends: Dehya, Candace, Cyno, Nilou, Collei, Dori, Layla, Tighnari, Paimon, Diona, Klee, Qiqi, Yaoyao, Sayu, Sigewinne

Disabilities: autistic, arthritis

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Name: Candace

Gender: cis woman, she/her

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically egyptian, black, black hair dyed dark blue in box braids, one eye black and the other blue, defined muscles, scars

Age: 33

Sexuality: aroace

Personality: kind, calm, responsible, very caring for others, may go threatening in some situations

Area of greatest ability: Fighting

Kins: gold jewelry, sand, water

Family: none

Relationship status: single

Friends: Dehya, Nilou, Dunyarzad, Cyno, Alhaitham, Nahida

Disabilities: autistic

Belief: believes King Deshret and has kemetism-like practices

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Name: Nilou

Gender: cis woman, she/her

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically persian, black, black eyes, defined muscles, wears a hijab

Age: 24

Sexuality: asexual biromantic

Personality: kind, polite, may go feral when people are threatened, just, hates the Sages, sassy with close people even though she doesn’t seem to, a social butterfly

Area of greatest ability: dancing

Kins: fishes, nature, water, nail painting

Family: Nahida (found family)

Relationship status: dating Dunyarzad

Friends: Alhaitham, Candace, Collei, Cyno, Dehya, Kaveh, Layla

Disabilities: autistic

Belief: believes the Goddess of Flowers and Lesser Lord Kusanali, has muslim-like practices on her day-to-day life

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Name: Dehya

Gender: cis woman, she/her

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically egyptian, black, brown eyes, black curly long hair dyed blond on its ends, very muscled, has a lot of scars

Age: 28

Sexuality: lesbian

Personality: bold, explosive, determined, kind, likes helping others

Area of greatest ability: Fighting

Kins: red, make up, fire

Family: Kusayla (biological dad)

Relationship status: dating Dunyarzad

Friends: Candace, Nilou, Cyno, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Tighnari

Disabilities: Tourette’s, above the elbow amputation, wears a prosthetic

Belief: believes King Deshret and Lesser Lord Kusanali, does not cares much about religion, but was raised with kemetic-like practices

Imagine you were just joking around with dehya and you make a silly joke questioning dehya's stamina, now you're here overstimulated as dehya pounds her fingers into your tight cunny, too dumb to even speak, reaching your 8th orgasm of the hour, “whats wrong my lady? tired already?” she asks making you nod in desperation for a break, “oh? but we're just getting started” she says as you watch dehya remove her top

Oh how you wished you didn't make that silly little joke, or maybe, you secretly wished for this happen.

OF ALL THINGS, I BECAME A SEELIE!

Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make them fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

Aether & Dainsleif ver.

➸ Cyno, Dehya, Al-Haitham, Kusanali, Nilou, Tighnari.

➸ Gender-neutral reader.

➸ Inspired by the manhwa Of All Things, I Became A Crow. Al-Haitham is a little mean here 😂

#CYNO

Cyno finds you buried in the sand when he went to the desert, having been drawn towards your burial spot by your frantic squeaks. When you got isekicked to Teyvat, you had the worst luck of running into a group of eremites who decided to bully you, but fortunately, Cyno happened to be nearby after you were trapped in your sandy coffin.

He isn’t sure what type of creature you are and decides to bring you to the Akademiya once you were dugged out. He’s surprised when you wiggle free from his hands and float up to rest on the spot between the ears of his headpiece, but he doesn’t say anything since you weren’t being difficult. Just as he’s about to step inside the Akademiya, he’s quickly stopped by Aether who then tells him that you’re a rare seelie.

It doesn’t take very long for Cyno to warm up to you. He thinks that you’re rather cute (but would never say it out loud) and would sometimes poke your squishy body out of curiosity. There was a time when he disturbed your sleep with his incessant poking, which earned him a tiny slap on his index finger.

Seeing the General Mahamatra with a downgraded version of the Traveler’s flying companion is certainly a sight in Sumeru City. You’d follow him everywhere, even when he’s apprehending a scholar for plagiarism or other academic violations. You act like an extra pair of eyes for Cyno, which he is grateful for; if the scholar tries anything funny, you’d instantly alert him. You eventually became Cyno’s unofficial partner, and he’d feel a little lonely if you’re not around to listen to his god awful jokes.

Cyno initially didn’t know that you don’t need to eat and has tried to feed you dried fruits and nuts on occasion, only to get uno reversed every time. Taking the seedless date from his palm, you proceed to push the fruit against his lips to silently tell him to eat it. He hesitantly opens his mouth as you shove it in, and he couldn’t stop the minuscule smile from surfacing when you rub against his cheek with an adorable squeak.

Whenever he has a meeting with an official, he lets you fly off on your own, knowing that you’ll come searching for him once you’ve done enough exploration for the day. His only concern is you running into Al-Haitham; he’s an Akademiya lunatic and Cyno doesn’t trust him at all. He’s not sure if you understand him, but he would always remind you to avoid Al-Haitham.

Later on, Cyno orders a mini version of his headpiece for you to wear so that the two of you could match. You don’t miss his soft smile as he carefully puts it on you and calls you his seelie Mahamatra.

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This is the best character fusion ever

𖦹 DEHYA LAYOUTS ! ⠀⠀⠀"Flame-mane"

Very brave of me to make a set of illustrations that's 90% hands

Anyway. This is about my personal theories/headcanons about the vision requirements

EDIT: I made a post elaborating on my theories/headcanons! Check it out if you wanna know a bit more :D

Good news everybody, am not dead👍

Bad news is, upload will happen off and on with no schedule

So here have these lovely ladies while I get my act together

Part 2 of the archon quest

Heaven Sent Pt.4

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Previous parts: pt.3, pt.2, and pt.1. (Words: 1.8)

not proofread, oop.

des: A continuation of the on-going Cyno x femreader brothel au.

warnings: brief mentions of vomiting and motion sickness.

It's not as gross as it sounds, I swear--

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Screaming fills the room. Just unadulterated screaming with your brain going ape and throwing anything you can get your hands on at the new intruder.

“H-hey, Miss! Calm down—“ the hooded figure shared your panic as they hopped off from the windowsill and onto the floor near you.

“I’m with Cyno! I mean, the general or whatever,” from the moonlight showering in, you watch as the stranger frantically pulls down their hood to reveal piercing blue eyes, and glistening tan skin. She then lifts her hands on each side of her head as a way to surrender any threat she could possibly pose to you. Once she did, her stance was stiff as she peered at you, waiting for you to calm down.

This woman in front of you was neither heard of or seen by you so naturally, you hesitated. Years of being trapped there had taught you to act so, but if she knew about Cyno and his true purpose there, then…surely, you can for a moment…believe that this strange woman is on his side.

You loosen your grip on the powder pouch you were about to whisk her way. Cautiously, you stood up from your enclosed position on the floor’s corner, and yet somehow, she still towers over you. You gulped, still anxious but willing to hear her out.

She notices and exhales, gladdened to see your steady cooperation. A cheeky smile making its way on her features as she explains, “…I didn’t mean to scare you back there…”

She lets her arms down, “I’m actually the backup.” She says as she unveils her hair.

“The plan didn’t go exactly as planned.”

“How so?” you asked meekly, your reserves still held.

“Things escalated more than intended and..that’s why there was a scene down there,” she glanced at the closed door of the room, likely referring to the main hall where the madam threw a fit minutes ago.

“Yeah, that had to be solved so I stepped in, yadda-yadda and arrived here just when you finished that bastard up.” she dusted her hands off and gazed at your stunned form.

“Hm, you’re definitely stronger than you look.” You tilted your head, visibly questioning what she meant by that. She chuckles, a glint of something unreadable in her eyes.

“I don’t mean anything by it, it’s just a rare thing to see something as strong and equally stunning as yourself.” Something like wonder and admiration sparks at her glance towards you. Having been genuinely complimented, your face felt a little warm, “Thank you,”

She nods at you and shifts towards the window, letting her dark hair with streaks of yellow blow with the wind.

“It’s so stuffy in here…I don’t know how you guys do it,” she pops her head out the window for a quick view of the surrounding area before turning to you, asking with a no-good grin on her face, “Shall we go?”

Her hand reaches out to you and in a heartbeat, you would’ve taken it without sparing your mind the time to weigh the consequences. Keyword, would’ve.

“…I can’t.” You replied in reluctance. Your eyes that held new found spirit lost it as soon as it came, dropping down to the floor below when you can’t forget what place you’re in. Who holds you here. With that, even your will can’t tear down this prison. Still powerless, four walls of a room is enough to keep you.

“If she finds out I’m gone, with the room left like this–”

“It’ll be quick, so don’t worry about it.” she clasps at your hand, tugging at you slightly, “We’ll be late if we stay any longer.”

“Late to what–” Not allowing you to finish, she pulls you in and holds you at the waist flush against her body, then leaps off from your window to another roof with you securely wrapped to her.

“You’ll have to come to find out, Miss” her smirk concerns you as she hops from building to building, your yelps accompanied by it. As an attempt to shut yourself up, and from fear, you bury your face into the corner where her neck and shoulder meet.

How embarrassing…

To salvage some dignity, you try to distance yourself. But with a quick glimpse from over her shoulder of the ground far down, you decided your dignity wasn’t worth the risk of a heart attack. Then proceed to shut your eyes and hold onto her tighter. Ah, your poor heart can’t handle this much stress in a night.

She, on the other hand, resisted to tease you. Consider it mercy or pity, she still had manners.

“Ah, shucks.” She utters, having seemed to remember them. A bashful expression taking over that proud face she has, as her smirk is replaced with an apologetic and awkward line of a smile. “Sorry that I didn’t tell you my name yet,” you frowned into her neck, “The name’s Dehya. A pleasure to meet ya,”

That would’ve been more appreciated several rooftops ago.

“Likewise.” You had to whisper to her ear. The loud and rushing wind that passed you both, competed with your voice so there was no other way to respond, at least that’s what you tell yourself at your precarious position.

“And yours, Miss?” she queried, after your less expressed response.

“Find out when we get there,” you shot right back at her. She laughed into the air, and you had to admit, it was nice to hear something so friendly and without intent. It was refreshing as the nightly breeze, finally away from the brothel for what felt like decades of caged there.

Her movement came to a stop, which was good for you because you were starting to feel sick. You don't need to add throwing up on someone you just met to a very tall tower of things to be embarrassed about. She loosens her hold on you as you try to find balance in your dizzy stupor. Others noticed your arrival and a certain voice rushed to you,

“Y/n!” Surely, it was the one you trusted most in this world. A certain silver haired man came into view, “Dehya, is she hurt anywhere?”

“From what I can tell, she isn’t injured. But you should definitely have her checked by your doctor friend.” Dehya held you by your shoulder as you slowly regained your balance but that would be quickly snatched away too.

“I’ll take her then,” Cyno hooks an arm under your knees and lifts you with a hand holding your back, carrying you bridal style, which grants you just about enough embarrassment for a lifetime. Dehya merely stood there, taken-aback by his shift in demeanor. Watching as you were carried by the usually unmoved general and mused at the sight.

“General, I’m fine…you can put me down,” you spoke quietly, your voice only heard by the man himself. Though you doubted that fact as he gave no response.

“General?” you called out, and he finally comes back from his thoughts.

“It’s better to be sure, so…” he felt tense around you and yet, “…please.” he pleaded, his voice the softest you’ve ever heard of him. He doesn’t want to appear harsh, not right now, not to you. Especially not to you.

Sensing this concern, you had to oblige. Even though there was no need to go through the trouble, it would grant him peace of mind. When you look at him now, holding you this close, he looks just as sleepless as yourself.

“Alright then.” you gave in and allowed yourself to be carried in his arms. “I’ll take the check-up,”

There really is no need, though…you thought as the foreign feeling in your stomach appeared and had no sign of going away.

To distract yourself, you take a well-deserved look at the environment around you. It’s a village with a rustic appearance that hones the traditional structure often seen in the desert. Given the time, there weren’t any locals lingering amongst the well-lit streets at this hour.

Save for a lady with blue hair in the hue of the midnight sky. She noticed your company in eyes of two different colors; one is a blue shade akin to the sky at late dawn, and the other yellow like the setting sun. As she approached you, her demeanor held the same air that this place had impressed on you, which was nothing short of warmth and hospitality.

“Good evening, I humbly welcome you to Aaru Village.” She greeted you with her smile oddly bringing you a sense of comfort.

“Candace, where’s Tighnari?” He asked straightforwardly, with a name you hadn’t heard before.

“He’s residing at the chief’s house,” She answers promptly, her eyes never leaving your form as worry becomes her. “Oh my, you look exhausted."

Her brows knit as she thought of the most natural course of action, “I’ll run you a bath.” The lady named Candace curtly excuses herself before you could oppose it, presumably to carry out what she said.

“General, I can’t possibly stay here for that long,” you said, watching the lady go off to do the task in vain, a feeling of remorse coming onto you for not trying to stop her.

“That will be taken care of.” He responded instantly, for if he were more honest, said fact for your concern almost slipped his mind. The aids that came back after Dehya entered your room reported the incident to him. Which left no room for anything else in his mind but ever-growing guilt.

“Then what about–”

“I’ve already seen to it. He’s safe.” A shaky breath leaves your chest.

"Rest assured, you've…done enough."

All of a sudden, as if gravity itself was lifted from you, a burden you hadn't noticed on you had been taken away. Giving you a relief you never knew was being held from you.

"It's been so long since I've seen the night sky from outside there." You spoke from a depth that only came out with the moon. A thousand nights of gazing at the same sky from the window, longing for a better life, and now–

You are breathing in it. Basking in freedom, it feels strange but does wonders to your heart, scarred with hardship.

"This certainly won’t be the last…” He utters, almost like a declaration. Maybe he hadn’t intended it for you, but it made your heart twist in an unexpected way. A mark to a promising beginning.

Thoughtlessly, you smiled and rested your head on his chest. Tired from the previous stress and emotional labor you had undergone. You finally allowed yourself this slice of peace, taking the time to appreciate the cool caress of the night breeze.

Thank you –was what you wanted to say but you could no longer fight the fatigue and felt your eyes grow heavier. Your consciousness eventually sinks into this natural and inviting warmth.

The warmth in question, Cyno, – could only move ever so swiftly because one, you had passed out on him, please don't wake up because of him. Two, oh archons no, you passed out on him, you need help! Does this mean you’ll die? Was he going to die? Possibly, at least his racing heart had that much to say about it.

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A/N: The plot's getting a BBL, by which I mean the plot thickens, which also means potentially longer chaps. :>

As always, thank u for ur patience. <3

(It srsly helps with my current character development era, we love to see it).

Till again :)

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