Genshin Impact "Dancing Beasts And Soaring Kites" Web Event Wallpapers Showcase: Set 2

istg this was something sweet and cute but my mind is fuck up

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Yandere Diluc who baby trapped you. You wanted to leave, or at least have a break, since the relationship just wasn't working as it used to. Diluc was too paranoid, too protective, and too focused on his work to actually pay attention to you.

Of course, he noticed the change in your demeanor; how you acted more silent and cold toward him. Of course, he noticed. When he doesn't. It's not like you can leave so easily: you no longer worked and stayed inside his house all the time, and he made sure his maids and butler helped you out with everything you might need, but also keep you under constant watch since he can't always be around you.

However, Diluc can't help but wonder if it is enough to keep you with him. That maybe, maybe, he should do something else to make sure that you could never run away from me, that will make you, even more, dependent on him. He thought about it for days until he came to the "right" conclusion...

A child.

With a child, even if you somehow manage to escape, you will be forever linked to him. He wouldn't need to worry about you escaping him for at least 9 months, but he will constantly worry about your health and the baby. Oh, that cute, adorable baby you are going to give birth to... One that looks like you, running around the house asking for their mama and papa... So cute...

Diluc cannot wait until he gets you pregnant; he makes sure to be there for you, be present, and be less cold for days, weeks maybe, until he's with you in bed once again, spilling his seed deep inside of you again and again, until there is a small budge on stomach...

Until one day you come back to him shaking, tears almost falling from your eyes, saying you have to tell him something very important and Diluc can almost tell where this conversation is going...

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yoo joonghyuks biggest tragedy isn't the regressions or the endless suffering its the fact that everyone sees him and thinks woah what an intimidating badass and treats him accordingly when really all he needs is someone to see him and think wow what a fucking pathetic loser this guy needs a pat on the head and a glass of warm milk

MY MARRIAGE WITH THE DUKE.

chapter four | masterlist

cw. reader is female, written in third pov.

Three days passed since Princess (Name) had eaten dinner with her fiancée. And now, she was walking to his study room when she was informed that her presence was required.

She has never been to his study room, and with the directions provided by the maid, she managed to find it in due time. 

“Hello? Duke Blade, I was told you were looking for me,” she called out, only to be greeted with silence. 

(Name) lingered by the doorway awkwardly, unsure if she should leave or stay there. Whatever he wanted to say to her must be important and before she could rethink her action, the princess pushed open the doors. 

As the doors swung open, warm light spilled into the expansive space, revealing a sanctuary of knowledge and contemplation. 

The first floor greeted her with a sense of cozy opulence. In the centre of the room, beneath the soft illumination of the sunlight entering the window, stood an imposing wooden desk. Its surface is adorned with leather-bound tomes, a testament to a life of curious exploration. 

Flanking the desk were two sumptuous couches, inviting and regal in their deep burgundy upholstery. 

The ambiance was one of refinement and leisure, with the soft, plush rugs underfoot offering a touch of luxury. The walls, adorned with classical artwork and antique maps, seemed to whisper the secrets of distant lands and ages past. 

Now intrigued, (Name) made her way up the polished wooden staircase that leads to the second floor. She was enveloped in the intoxicating scent of aged paper and leather bindings. 

The walls on this level were lined from floor to ceiling with towering bookshelves, each crammed with volumes of literature, history and knowledge. 

The shelves were neatly lined in a straight low and one could lose themselves for hours in the pursuit of erudition. The princess was astounded by how spacious Duke Blade’s study room looks. 

She walked down the line of bookshelves, doing a quick scan of the titles of the countless books. Most of the books involved the history of the Xianzhou Kingdom. 

She came to a stop when a peculiar title caught her eyes. The cover made it stand out from the others, with it being cladded in a thicker and much richer color: cobalt blue. (Name) reached out, fingers nearly touching the cover… 

“Well well well, what do we have here? A little mouse has barged her way into someone else’s room without permission.” 

The sudden entrance of Duke Blade elicited an undignified and startled squeak from the princess. She instantly spun around, eyes landing on her fiance, who was amused with her reaction. 

He was leaning against the wall, near the top of the flight of stairs with his arms crossed, left foot placed in front of his right foot. 

“So? What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. 

The princess regained her composure, clearing her throat and stepped away from the bookshelf. “I’m sorry, I didn’t wait for you to return and I entered your study room without permission.” 

Duke Blade hummed, slowly nodding his head and pushed himself off the wall. “Apology accepted, now come with me, sweetheart. I have something I need to discuss with you.” 

(Name) obediently followed him as they descended the flight of stairs. She accepted his invitation, taking her seat on the nearest couch while the man sat on the other couch. 

Duke Blade reached into the breast pocket of his coat, pulling out an envelope and placed it on the table situated between the two couches. 

Her eyes widened slightly when she recognized the envelope. It bore the unmistakable mark of royalty, a testament to its esteemed sender. Crafted from the finest parchment, it exuded an air of grandeur and authority. 

The front of the envelope was adorned with the royal insignia: a majestic crest that commanded respect, with a gleaming crown atop a shield bearing the emblem of the Xianzhou Kingdom. 

(Name) leaned forward, grabbing the envelope with extra care as if it was a piece of glass. The paper, a rich and velvety cream, felt opulent to the touch. Its edges were meticulously embossed with intricate patterns, reminiscent of the kingdom’s storied history and cultural heritage. 

The envelope was sealed with precision, the wax imprint in regal crimson bearing the royal seal, ensuring the sanctity of its contents. 

(Name)’s eyes flickered between the envelope and Duke Blade’s face, unsure if she was allowed to open. She only proceeded to do so when he gave her the green sign. 

Upon opening the envelope, she found the contents nestled within, protected by layers of silk. The letter inside bore the unmistakable mark of the king’s personal attention. 

She pulled out the neatly folded letter, unfolding it to reveal the content written in exquisite calligraphy, each stroke a testament to the grace and elegance of the written word. 

~

Dearest Duke Blade and Princess (Name), 

Greetings to you both. It is with immense pleasure and honor that I pen this letter to extend my heartfelt congratulations on your engagement. The union of two noble souls is a momentous occasion, and I am delighted to share in your joy. 

The alliance forged between your kingdoms carries with it a profound legacy of tradition, respect, and unity: a testament to the enduring values that define the Xianzhou Kingdom.

It is my firm belief that your union will not only strengthen the bonds between our kingdoms but also contribute to the continued prosperity and harmony of our people. 

To commemorate this auspicious occasion, it is my privilege to extend an invitation to both of you to join us at a formal engagement celebration. 

This grand event will take place in the opulent halls of the royal palace, a setting befitting the significance of this moment. The evening will be adorned with music, dance, and a feast fit for royalty, as we come together to toast to your love and commitment. 

The date and time for this joyous gathering is as follows: 

[22nd September 20XX] 

[6pm]

[Location: Royal Palace, Xianzhou Kingdom] 

In this moment of celebration and anticipation, I send you my warmest regards and offer my sincerest best wishes. May your love story be a source of inspiration and joy to us all. 

With deepest respect and affection. 

Jing Yuan :3. 

~

“.. Did he just announce our marriage to the people before us?” (Name) deadpanned after she finished reading the letter. 

Duke Blade sighs. “I’ve gotten used to Jing Yuan. He knows how to get his way, with nothing and no one standing between him and his goals. It seems like he’s forcing us to attend the gathering and it’s not like we have a choice to begin with. Which is why I’m curious, what do you think?” 

“... I think this is a great opportunity to announce our marriage to the people of the Xianzhou Kingdom. It will help to put their minds at ease and it’ll help to strengthen the relationship between our kingdoms,” she answered earnestly. 

“Is that really all?” He questioned. 

“What?” She blinked, confused. 

It turns out her answer wasn’t satisfactory, considering how Duke Blade sighed. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but thought better of it and closed his mouth. The man rose to his full height, easily towering over (Name)’s seated form. 

“Never mind, it seems like I’ve set my expectations too high. Feel free to head out to shop for the perfect outfit. Don’t worry about the payment, just say my name and the staff will know what to do,” he told her and left the room before she could reply. 

The princess was in a state of shock. She sat there for a few minutes, mind trying to process the words Duke Blade said. She had thought they were perfectly fine after having dinner a few days ago but it turns out she was wrong. 

Just what is wrong with him? First, he questioned me about my background and now he’s saying how he set his expectations too high? I don’t understand him… 

~ 

“Your Grace, you have a guest.” 

Dan Heng looked up from the book he was reading when one of the maids spoke up. 

“Come in.” 

The door was opened once granted permission and he rose at the sight of the king of the Eldoria Kingdom, who is also (Name)’s father, entered his room. Dan Heng bowed with utmost respect, straightening himself when the king gestured for him to do so. 

“Your Majesty, to what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden visit?” He asked. 

The king smiled, dimples appearing. “Dan Heng, I was wondering if you would be interested in attending a gathering.”

“A gathering? What is it about?” He asked, puzzled. 

The king reached into his pocket, pulling out an envelope and handed it to the prince. “Here, you can find the details here. You don’t have to let me know your answer immediately, take as much time as you need. However, something tells me you’ll be attending the gathering.” 

The king left Dan Heng’s room before he could muster a response, leaving him bewildered. Now curious, he decided to check the content. 

His blood ran cold, and his heart shattered after he had read the letter. The letter contains an invitation extended to the Eldoria Kingdom, inviting them to attend Princess (Name) and Duke Blade’s marriage. 

The thought of (Name) getting married to someone else made his blood boil with jealousy. Dan Heng knows he doesn’t deserve her anymore, not after how he had treated her poorly.

He could still remember the way she scowled at him, treating him with coldness before she set off to the Xianzhou Kingdom. 

However, Dan Heng is a persistent man who never knows when to give up. He doesn’t want her to get married to the duke, not when it’s rumored that Duke Blade is a cold-hearted and ruthless man. For all he knows, (Name) might have been living a poor and unfair life during her time spent at the Xianzhou Kingdom. 

Having made up his mind, the prince left his room. He walked down the hallway, determined to free her from her fiancé and make things right. 

note: so uh, dan heng's gonna be that one annoying male character in those royal manhwas, if you guys know what i'm talking about hehe. next few chapters will take place at the ceremony and drama's gonna happen weee

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What’s the point in writing when no one interacts?

I see people write something, long or short, and they instantly get a ton of likes for it.

Then there’s me, who sits up on my computer late at night trying my best to make something at least some people will like and show the love for it. But they either read and move on or just don’t interact with the post whatsoever.

The Neuvillette fic part 1 i posted, i worked really hard on it, even if it may not seem it, i thought that it would do well considering how loved he is in game right now

Am i bad at writing? Or am i shadowbanned?

Or are people just not interested?

I don’t know.

Thank you to those who do interact and try to signal boost, im forever greatful

A good example !

I wanted to take a second to highlight this user in the midst of the "discourse" in spam liking and not reblogging.

When I saw this in my notifs just now, I about cried.

THIS IS WHAT ITS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE.

BE THIS PERSON. THIS IS HOW YOU SHOULD BE DOING IT.

We are not fucking kidding when we say reblogging takes literally two seconds. This user is still liking and sharing!! You don't even have to add tags!! When you spam like we expect spam reblogging for our works!!

This is the bar. The bar is 6ft under yet lots of y'all are literally still going under it and it's fucking insane.

Anyways to you @sjsmith56 I pat you on the head and offer you a cookie. It's snickerdoodle. Hope that's okay.

If y'all don't mind, I'm tagging just a few mutuals in order to highlight this along with my other post.

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Falling in love at the wrong time - gepard

Where the captain of the silvermane guards catches feelings for you, but unfortunately can't pursue that love in the end... ~1.2k words, mutual pining ! hurt/comfort-ish but more angst ? ! reader has siblings and low-ish self esteem (apologies for the plot holes and ooc! i couldnt really refer to a wiki)

They say a shield blocks all harm in sight.

But why did they hurt him? 

Why did you leave him? 

The newly-appointed captain stood in the billowing winds, vision nearly blinded by the blizzard. Horns blared in victory, yet, it felt ironic. It felt like a total loss to him, his comrades laid dead on the snowy grounds, ruby blood staining the chastity of the pure, white snow. He felt disappointed in himself for not preventing the inevitable deaths from happening. Gepard’s chest was still heaving from the intense fight. He paced around the battlefield, checking the premises for any surviving Silvermane Guards. He’d only find a few, who stood against the harsh winds of Jarilo VI.

Once Gepard returned to the city of Belobog, the first person that he sought for wasn’t Cocolia Rand, the Supreme Guardian (at that time, at least). Instead, the one that he yearned to see was you. You were the strategist for the Silvermane Guards, handling and distributing supplies for wars, planning out war tactics with your team. He had admired you when he was but a humble soldier.

Of course, Gepard had to finish his duties first, so he headed to Qlipoth Fort to drop off some reports on the number of fatalities and such. Once he entered, he was greeted by the warmth of the heater and the serious atmosphere of the office. 

“Sit, Landau,” Cocolia commanded. 

Gathered at the Supreme Guardian’s desk were a quartet: Gepard, Cocolia, her daughter Bronya, and you. His eyes widened at the sight of you. You look more tired than ever, dark circles lining the underside of your eyes, your eyes were near bloodshot, veins popping out of your forehead, hair more tousled than he’s ever seen it. 

“...?” 

“I have decided to resign as the strategist for the Silvermane Guards, respected individuals of Belobog. I apologise for any troubles I have brought to you all by making this decision, and I’m especially sorry to you, Gepard.” 

You turned to him, tears brimming your eyes, as you subtly lifted your head up and blinked, trying to hide your emotions behind the stone cold walls of the Fort. 

“I’m so sorry, but you’ll have to work alone for now. I’m sure I’ll be easy to replace,” you smiled, bitter from the depths of your heart from the thought that the one watching Gepard and the others fight on from the sidelines would no longer be you. 

“Your resignation will be processed by the end of the month, for the remaining of the time, please continue to serve Belobog to the best of your ability.”

“Dismissed.” 

The final words of Cocolia ricocheted off the walls. The two of you shuffled out the office and out to the city. The two of you didn’t speak a word to each other, you could only hear the clinking of Gepard’s armour, and the soft sniffles from you as you soon realised that tears were falling down onto the snow. 

“Look at me.” 

“I’m sorry, I was too-”

You sank to the ground in distress, Gepard following suit. He was so curious, curious about why you had to resign, curious about how your face would look when you were crying (though he’d die instead of admitting it). Seeing your weeping form only made him want to protect you more, to hold you in his muscular arms, and to stroke your hair to ease your sorrows. His heart sped up as he resisted the impulse to do just that. But alas, even the strongest soldier messes up sometimes. 

“Gepard?!”

“Let’s just…stay like this. I know both of us need it. And I know that I need you, no matter in war, or in life.”

You softly nodded. Being a strategist meant that you had to be proficient in thinking logically and emotionally to understand…well, war. And you were pretty sure that the feelings you had towards him were mutual. When Gepard pulled away, you couldn’t really understand what was going through his mind. Did he even realise that he subconsciously confessed to you? Was he regretting what he said? Was he still lost in his own thoughts?

You’d guess he soon realised what he said, because he shot up from the ground, and shook his head repeatedly like a Plains Bear Cub plopping out of the snow. 

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He blurted. 

You clasped his gloved hand into yours, feeling Gepard's (significantly larger) hand encapsulate yours. You wanted to make it clear to him that being a strategist was too mentally taxing for you, and how you had planned to move back to the Underworld to support your siblings. But yet, no words dared to form at the tip of your tongue. Now that it was basically confirmed that Gepard has feelings for you, you didn’t want to break it to him. There was no way he would throw away his job just to accompany someone like you. You were sure that Cocolia could find a new strategist as fast as she could snap her fingers. 

“I…I’m moving, Gepard. I know that we both have feelings for each other, but I simply won’t let you leave so many opportunities behind just to join me in the Underworld. You have Serval and Lynx to take care of, and I have my own siblings too.” 

“I understand. But…” 

“There’s no excuse for you to come with me. There are so many people waiting to take my spot, and I’m sure that they’ll be ever more capable than I. So, my love, just wait. Maybe on another snowy day, we’ll meet on the battlefield, but perhaps in a war between the overworld and the underworld. You know how things are these days.” 

“I can’t possibly have your blood on my hands!” Gepard couldn’t believe it. Asides from the silly crushes from the military academies he’d attended, you were his first love. You were the one who agreed to plant flowers with him, or teach him how to sing without going off-key. But now? You’re leaving. And worse? You could be fighting against him one day. You were sure to be on the frontlines because of the lack of personnel in the underworld. With little to no actual fighting experience you had, you were basically dead before the battle even started. 

Perhaps you were right. On another day, where winds billowed the same way they did months ago, a discordance of gunshots and cannons played as gunpowder and snow blinded Gepard again. His eyes were locking on to every person from the underworld, but his main target was his lover. He couldn’t find you. You were gone, lost to the blizzard. 

Gepard’s ears drowned out the loud “boom”s and “bang”s of the battlefield, he was only focused on finding you. He needed to see you, he needed to see the hands that he once held, or the frame of yours that he once embraced. 

“Captain! Isn’t that…” One of the guards bellowed. 

Gepard knew you’d die at the hands of his own soldiers. 

He just didn’t expect you to have a small smile on your face as you laid, blood soaking the snow. 

Little did he know, your last thought as you laid dying was him. 

incorrect hsr quotes #2

[name], visibly exhausted, downing more shots than usual: so eventually, i’m like, being nice doesn’t work. being nice gets me stalkers

dan heng, sitting in the nearest table, watching [name]: i kinda feel called out

[name], continuing on: being mean gets me crazy men who are attracted to crazy person

blade, sitting in the same table as dan heng, nodding proudly: yep. i asked them to crush my skull in the other day

[name]: and so, i’m just gonna ignore y’all now

dan heng and blade: sulks after hearing that

jing yuan, who’s been at the same table as dan heng and blade, with a smug grin: aww but pookie🥺

[name], done with their shit: and they liKE THAT TOO! LEAVE ME ALONE❗️❗️

kafka, [name]’s gossip bestie: aww but pookie, you’re living the life

After adding so many tags, people crying and complaining about the lack of angst/fluff content in tags are very interesting to me. It's like you don't cook at all and then complain that the chef only cooks fast food that's not healthy. Then why don't you cook it for yourself? You just want to enjoy without helping anything and eat what others cook <3 If you want pure angst/fluff then at least like/reblog/comment more, or write it yourself. Instead of you complaining and condemning people who happily donate their time and creativity to their own interests.

i get so sad whenever i see a good fanfic writer deactivate omg </3 second one i’ve been sad to see go

honestly i do feel like with certain people deactivating, writing has been harder for me bc i liked to enjoy reading fics while i was actively putting out fics weekly. but now whenever i skim the genshin angst tag or anything like that nothing recent interests me nd then i’m even less inspired to write. it just feels like overall tumblr has been lacking a lot lately but maybe i’m missing out on the good stuff that doesn’t pop up on my feed

bladie beloved 💗