Ed Ruscha, Get Outta That Spaceship And Fight Like A Man, 1982

What's With This Small, Sassy Child?

Tighnari & child!god!reader

PLATONIC

[TW/CW; swears, Tighnari has an OOC moment and lowkey panics about it, I writ this without any specific plot planned out.. it's very self indulgent-] [A/N; WHERE DID CLOSE TO 100 FOLLOWERS COME FROM? I feel like I should do something special to thank you guys, but I can't really think of anything specific that I could do, but either way, thank you, I do appreciate it ^^]

There had been a report of a Withering Zone recently.

At first, Tighnari had made a mental note of it, yet had decided to delay dealing with it, it was within a very small area and he had so many more pressing matters to attend to first. Now, within hindsight, he'd have to admit that was perhaps one of the dumbest decisions he had ever made. The Withering Zone had almost tripled in size and quickly became a hazard for both the forest and the wildlife residing within.

He had to do something about it, and quick.

Tighnari quickly gathered a group of capable rangers to accompany him and patrol the outer areas of the barren, corrupt land. Upon arriving, the area was so much worse than what he had expected, and by now, Tighnari was really regretting having not cleared up this area sooner. Tighnari could've destroyed the tumor just a bit earlier, and everything would've been just fine, instead of wilted, decayed, and most certainly toxic enough to leave ever-lasting damage.

Rushing into the withered area, Tighnari made quick work of any nearby monsters, shooting them down without hesitation, and began looking for the tumor. Hopping over crippled logs and dodging between various different types of flora, all having shriveled into a flimsy mockery of their former beauty. A bright crimson shone through a creak within a small cavern. Tighnari rushed in, hoping to find the tumor, or at least something that could be of use to him, only to find..

What the fuck.

Why the actual fuck is there a child in here?

Why do they look just like the creator?

And better yet, how are they alive despite literally LEANING on the tumor he had just been searching for?

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[ TLDR; Tighnari decides to ignore the Withering, fucks up, professionally panics, finds a child.]

[No guarantees that I'll write a continuation to this, even tho I have more ideas-]

Mmmm, yes, read some Yandere stories (don't fucking judge me) and this is definitely one of my favorites.

Vanity View

Yandere Housewife x G.N reader

Summary: Your loving wife thinks of your happy life together.

Word count: 2.7k

Tw: implied death, one slightly suggestive scene 

The clock read a quarter to six. Selene sits atop the chestnut bench position in front of the dresser; reflection copied onto the vanity mirror before her. Her emerald eyes stare back at her image; their shine faded into murky waters. Wrinkles had begun to show at the corners of her soft lips; pale complexion made bright beneath the light of the room. She couldn’t recall the last time she had proper sunlight. Her skin the same color as a peach, and eyes as bright as their namesake. Like many things of the past, the time to worry would come at a later date. For now, she had to get ready.

Selene picks up a brush from the table; hiding her blemishes with a soft blush to her cheeks to match. She adds volume to her lashes with a pen; branding her pink lips with a deep shade of red. Pulling the curlers from her hair; curly, copper locks frame the sides of her face just past her ears. She begins to brush them out; staring patiently through the mirror at the door behind her. Any second now, it would happen. That door would open and her love would walk right through. Her brush sweeps her hair for the hundredth time before the handle begins to turn; stopping midway through as the door finally opens. 

“Welcome home, dear..”

With that greeting, the final piece to her appearance spreads across her face – a smile. They enter the room and set their belongings next to the bed as they walk around it.

“Hey! How was your day?”

Selene begins to brush her hair once more. “Fine.. Just waiting for you to get home. How was yours?”

6pm. The time of the day when her heart could fly free from the cage it had been trapped in. Where she would no longer have to force a smile to keep moving forward. The time when you returned home. 

“Yea, my day was alright.  Just work as usual.”

“I’m glad to hear that… Would you like to talk about it more?”

“No, I haven’t watched that episode yet. Don’t spoil anything for me.”

Selene’s lips tighten. She sets her brush back down on the table and stands up, watching you from the mirror the entire time. She walked across the room towards the window pointed at the neighbor’s house – where you lie in bed chatting away. With yours crack and hers fully open, Selene had listened in on numerous calls of yours, always wondering who was on the other end. Wishing to be them.

“I’ll talk to you later. Love you, bye.”

“Love you too…”

Selene places her hand on the glass, sadness pooling in those big, green eyes of hers. Her wedding ring wraps tightly around her finger, reminding her that her place was not by your side. A tear rolls down her cheek. 6pm, the time when she could play pretend. 

“Selene!”

Feet march up the stairs leading to her room, the door opening without her notice. She feels his breath on the back of her neck; his reflection in the window.

“Why weren’t you waiting for me downstairs? Were you watching the neighbor again?”

“No, honey.. Just getting some fresh air. Feeling a little stressed is all..”

“Hm..” Her husband grumbles, his head on her shoulder and hands around her arms. “Get some rest then.”

He leads her to the bed, Selene settling beneath the covers as he lays beside her; her eyes never leaving the window. She can still hear your voice – the only thing that kept the nightmares away.

“You know they’ll never love you… right?”

“I know..”

-

Selene furiously scratches at a pan full of eggs, trying to get every last yolk between the two plates on the counter. She sets the pan in the sink and turns on cool water, placing both plates of food on the table before starting to clean her mess. She puts the rest of the dishes in the sink, wipes off the counters, and picks up the eggs shells and bacon package to throw in the trash. The can is full to the point of almost overflowing. She looks around her husband, the man nowhere in sight. He never was when she needed him.

Rolling up her sleeves, Selene grabs the bag and heads outside to put it in the bin. The day had just begun and the weather was fair. Since your car was still in the driveway, she couldn’t tell if you were off to school yet or not. She speed walks the bins, stopping when she hears your front door open.

“Morning, Mrs. Harris!”

Selene flushes, trying to hide her nervous smile behind a flash of her pearly white teeth. She halts in the middle of the pathway, the bag in hand suddenly weighing tons.

“Oh, good morning Y/n! How are you today?”

“Just waiting for my friend to pick me up for class.”

“I see. Do you happen to have a minute to spare then? This bag is a little heavy for me.”

“No problem.” You cross the yard and take the bag from her, picking it up with relative ease and tossing it into the bin. You didn’t even need to use both arms. She smiles wider as you look at her quizzically, but you shake it off. You didn’t really want to question it, considering what she’s been through lately. 

“Thanks again for driving me to school the other way. I don’t know what’s been going on with my car lately.”

“Anything for my favorite neighbor.” She beams, smiling just a little too brightly now. Selene Harris. neighbor baker and housewife to Mr. Harris, as well as the next door neighbor to Y/n, the college student. She welcomed you on your first day with a warm greeting and a tray of muffins; your house becoming a dumping sight for her pastries the longer you stayed.

“Do you have any time for breakfast? I accidentally made more than I needed and I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

“I’d love to, but my ride just pulled up.” You point at the car in your driveway, the driver slamming their palm on the horn. Selene scowls in their direction; the glares quickly covered by a gentle voice.

“Oh… I understand. Just think the loneliness has been getting to me lately.” You frown at the sadness in her tone.

“I’ll..come by after class. Does around three sound ok?”

Selene instantly perks up. “That’s perfect!”

“See you later then.. Bye, Mrs. Harris.”

“Selene is fine..” She whispers, you already out of earshot as she does. It didn’t matter. She was still grinning like an idiot either way. It would be the scandal of the year if her little crush had come to light to the other member of your community. A scandal that could be lightened by one key factor.

“Honey, your food is going to get cold. Come back inside.. Where you belong.”

-

You arrived at Selene’s house a little after three. She had coincidentally worn her favorite dress that shone in the afternoon light as she walked to the door to let you in. You obviously hadn’t changed for your little “date”, but her heart still leapt into her throat at the sight of you.

“Hi.” You offer, with a small wave. She’s nearly knocked off her feet at the sound of your voice. 

“Y/n! How nice it is to see you. Come in, come in.” Selene ushers you inside and over to the couch. A plate of cookies and a glass of lemonade rest on the table.

“It’s freshly squeezed.” She pipes up as you spot them. “But we have milk or tea if you prefer. Soda too. I can also make you something else to eat too.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m here to check up on you, after all.”

Selene digs her nails into her palm to make sure she isn’t dreaming. You sat on the couch, worry visible in your expression. How she wished to wipe it away with a smear of her lipstick to your lips. As if he knew exactly how to run her day, her husband steps into the room. The lazy bastard stayed home today. He leans on the arm of the couch, looking down at you. 

“Cute thing, aren’t they?”

“So how have things been lately?”

Selene’s attention returns to you. “Oh, they’ve been swell, Y/n. Why do you ask?”

You bite on your bottom lips; fumbling with your hands as you hesitate to speak. “I just wanted to know if everything was ok… since Mr. Harris went missing?”

“Yeah, Hun.. How have they been?”

His bruised hands grips your shoulders, dirt beneath his nails. Selene refuses to look at his face, feeling that shit eating grin she hated hovering over her. She didn’t care about his mocking tone, the blood that dripped onto her couch. All she wanted was his filthy hands off of you.

“I… I’m fine, dear. I actually made more money than he did with all the properties my parents left me, so I won’t have any struggles there.”

“Yea, but.. you miss him don’t you?”

How could she admit that when you looked at her that way. Those pretty eyes that haunted her dreams; lips she’s carcass in her wildest fantasy. Body she longed to be one with.

“Of course I do, but I have to keep moving on. For the both of us.”

She felt sick;a nausea only settled when you placed your hand over hers to comfort her.

“I’m sure everything will be alright. I’m here if you need me.”

You head home shortly after that, Selene returning to her room for yet another night of gazing at a life she wish she had. All is calm, until you join a video call with someone she’s never seen. Your laughter that used to bring her ease, chills her to her core.

-

A few days go by, you greeting Selene each morning as well. While you weren’t always there to check up on her, you gave her your number for extra measure. She thought of calling you many times, always getting choked up before she could finish dialing. There was one night where she managed to get through, swirling the phone cord on her slender fingers; watching you through the window. Your phone sat on the bed, chiming with the announcement of a new call. 

“Hello?”

Selene slams the phone onto the table, nearly breaking it from the sudden force. It feels stupid, but hearing your voice directly in her ear made her head feel fuzzy. You drove her mad in the best way possible, something that would push her off the edge as it had once before. 

-

Selene eventually works up the courage to just see you in person. To cross the border neither of you had even set. The smell of a roast in the air, and a new shade of gloss on her lips, she prepared herself for the journey over. Your room was empty, noise coming from downstairs. As she perfected her look, a voice came over her shoulder. 

“You never tried this hard for me…”

“Didn’t have to. You’d sleep with a cow if it looked you in the eye.”

“So you’re calling Y/n a cow then?”

Selene freezes, her hands shaking from the rage that boiled within. It was bad enough to fall for a college student, even worse one that went to the school her husband taught in. She wasn’t far off in age from one, but the way her life had been framed made it impossible.

Wed young in a seemingly happy marriage, moved away from her home town to live in her husband’s due to an opening in the local college. There had been rumors of infidelity with the students; sprouted right before his disappearance. Selene had even found proof towards this reality as well. He had had his eye on you; a kind heart who even happened to live next door. He may have attempted a shot with you, had another not fallen for you first.

“You couldn’t take them from me then… and you won’t now.”

-

Selene knocks on your front door, the cool air biting at her skin. The sound of a TV blares from within, but you manage to hear over it and head to the door. A flash of surprise runs over your features at the sight of her, but you smile warmly regardless. 

“Good evening, Mrs. Harris. Is there something you need?”

“Selene.. Just call me Selene. I made dinner, and I was wondering if you’d like to join me.” Her stomach drops at the sadness in your eyes. Like you’re the bearer of bad news.

“Oh, sorry, but I have company over right now.”

Selene perks through the door, at the person sitting on your couch. In her hurry, she had failed to notice the other car in your driveway; the same one from days prior. That person was also the one she had seen on call the other night. 

“Maybe another night?”

“Yea… another..night.”

You gently shut the door, leaving her out in the cold. Selene tries to steady her breathing; keep her tears of frustration from falling. She heads back home, to her empty room; trying to imagine her ideal life to keep her fears at bay. It doesn’t help when you enter your room, giggling like a madman with that person in tow. They push you down on the bed, crawling on top of you. Your neck is already littered in bruises. 

Breath. Their disgusting hand worms up your body, fingers locking with yours as your lips to the same. Their free hand grips the edge of your shirt, lifting it slightly. They kiss along your jaw before sitting up, stopping before things get any further.

“Let me shut the curtains real quick.”

Selene quivers. No. Don’t take away her vision. Don’t take away the only thing that’s ever satisfied the loneliness that’s plagued her entire life. She’s nothing if she can’t have her dream. A dream of a life with you – as your loving wife.

She screams. A cry loud enough to alert you and your new lover. You’re at her door in a flash, ringing the doorbell and calling her name. She descends the stairs, more tears falling as she opens the door; but a small smile forming on her face. She falls into your arms, and you catch her – like any good spouse would. Your partner locks eyes with her, quickly looking away as her stare makes them uncomfortable. She takes note of the make and color of their car before the night is over.

-

Within the following day, Selene makes her way to your house once more. She enters a key into the lock, a weight lifting from her shoulders as it clicks into place. She takes a deep breath as she steps inside, looking around the space with a happy smile. A little messy from your previous night, but nothing she couldn’t fix.

“Honey, I’m home!”

There’s no answer. She knew you wouldn’t be back until the afternoon, but it still made her giggle. Finding the proper supplies, she begins cleaning up your house, starting with the kitchen. She sweeps the floors, wipes every window, washes all the dishes. She even takes out the trash. It wasn’t full by any means, but it’s what she had to do. A good wife always takes care of any mess their spouse leaves behind.

She heads upstairs into your room, getting a load of laundry ready before she did anything else. She holds one of your shorts to her face, breathing in your scent. She drops both it and the basket as she looks at your computer; a chat still left open. After reading it, she deletes it and any evidence of them from your computer. She didn’t want to seem like the jealous type, but she didn’t like the way their arm was wrapped around you.

Cleaning up the rest of your room, Selene comes to your window. She looks out at the vanity mirror, at both pairs of eyes that stare back. She shuts the curtains and heads back downstairs with nothing left in mind than what to make you for your first dinner as spouse and wife.

Update

Hi guys, just a quick update about how the requests are going. I have six left in the inbox as of now, with an equal split between fluff and smut. Next post will be parent headcanons with Keqing and Eula.

I didn't really have time to sit down and write recently, as I got a lot of assignments from school. But don't worry - I didn't forget about your requests.

But have you thought about showing everyone color contacts!!? I mean albedo would have a LOT of questions and kaeya would probably want a pair

IMAGINE having ones that look like the khaenri’ans eyes!!!

OMGGG THE QUESTIONS WOULDN'T END WITH ALBEDO

He'd be so curious about how it was able to change the color of your eyes, and even the shape of your pupils, and how you're able to see with them on.

And Kaeya would definitely want a pair, although he'd probably never wear them. Same with Amber, too!

OMG IMAGINE JUST STANDING INFRONT OF THE ARCHONS WITH KHAENRI'AN EYES they'd be going through the seven stages of grief and my mind cannot be changed

I refuse to read that.

But hey if you would like to have your ##### or ##### be Crush then that's for you BUT not for me.

Hello may I please have G36 breaking so's pelvis bro??!

(GFL) G36 breaking her S/O's pelvis

The Commander receiving their 9th report of an injured human personnel within the span of 2 days from "work injuries":

NSF-W below the cut!

G36's face grows slightly red, but she remains calm.

She caused this mess, she can fix it.

Without missing a beat, she immediately performs first aid on S/O's hips without a single stutter or shaking of her voice.

After making sure they were completely fine and the medical team could handle the rest, she gives them a kiss and a bow of apology.

(G36) "I'm...terribly sorry, S/O. I promise to make this up to you."

After personally delivering S/O to the medics, she quickly walks herself up to the Commander's office.

(G36) "Master, I regret to inform you that S/O will be unable to perform their duties for the next few days. They are injured because of me. May I have permission to take care of their chores?"

The Commander looked completely shocked at her admission. For as long as they had known her, G36 had never once made a mistake, let alone getting someone else hurt.

(Commander) "Permission granted, but what in the world happened? That hardly sounds like you G36."

(G36) "I believe it was...a heat of the moment accident, Master."

The Commander then noticed the subtle details they had not before.

Her blush and hastily done hair gave it away, yet her uniform was spick and span. While the latter detail would not be unusual, it stood out due to how G36 refused to look them in the eye.

(Commander) "...Oh."

The Commander muttered under their breath.

(Commander) "Doubt they even regret it, to be honest..."

(G36) "They did not, but I will pretend I did not hear that for both our sakes, Master."

(Commander) "R-Right..."

I like the way you write. It scratches my brain in all the right ways. Anyway, how about something with Al-Haitham? I feel like he would be the kind of guy to just silently stalk you whenever you're in Port Ormos or smth

word count. 660

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationship, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, etc..

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. umm .😳😳TYSM !!!!?? also kind of hate this but i just wanted to write something and post it TT

Al-Haitham is a man of logic and reasoning.

Love, by its very nature, is illogical. It is a fiery, passionate emotion— it will burn you from the inside out, and it will make you learn to love the pain. Al-Haitham avoids it like any mammal would avoid a wildfire: he runs, he hides, and he prefers it to be that way. Anything to avoid getting burnt.

What he didn’t take into account is that it’s easy to get lost in the flames when you’re in love. It’s so much easier to lose yourself when they consume your mind like a pyre.

Al-Haitham is a determined, obsessive man. He may have had no interest in you in the beginning, but that isn’t the case anymore, not when he can no longer think of anything other than you.

You stick out in his mind and you stay there. When he studies and does his research, you are there. When he tries to focus his mind on the matter at hand, he thinks of you. When he lies at night and tries to fall asleep, you keep him wide awake.

Al-Haitham tried to ignore it in the beginning— he tried to ignore you. He avoided any thought of you like the plague. If he allowed himself any moment, any reprieve, then you would swallow him whole. And as intelligent as Al-Haitham may be, he was not equipped to deal with you.

He had no reason to be like this. No reason to think about you all the time. You were ordinary. Painfully ordinary. If anything at all, you were kind despite his temperance. But that wasn’t enough for you to enrapture his mind like this— that was no reason for him to be unable to think of anything else.

The pain is like that of an infected wound; scorched and seared. It’s unbearable. He can barely take another moment, unable to understand why it’s you of all people. You haven’t done anything to deserve his undivided attention, and yet you have it regardless.

He wants to know why. Why you, of all people? He needs answers. He demands it.

Al-Haitham begins where any man like him would begin: figuring out everything about you. What makes you special? Why can his eyes spot you in any crowd, no matter the size? Why does your voice echo in his mind, why does he hear even when he's sleeping?

There had to be something. Any reason at all. Even if it was as small as the way you breathed, it would still be something.

Though Al-Haitham would never admit it, he keeps delicate watch of you. He takes notes of your little quirks, filling up page after page. Papers scatter his desk, now all about you: the way you walk, the way you talk. The way you move yourself, your little nervous habits. Everything.

He makes sure you never notice his presence, but he will always be sure of yours. He finds himself enjoying your peace, imagining himself the one walking by your side; he enjoys the daydreams a little too much, almost losing himself often enough for it to be worrisome.

He realizes it suddenly one day. It comes as a surprise. You had not done anything particular, only living as you see fit, but it finally clicked in his mind.

You had so many things about you. So many things to fixate over, so many things to indulge in.

You had such a beautiful smile. The way your eyes crinkled, the way they shined and glimmered under the sunlight; there was no other sight quite like it. And your eyes— your wonderful eyes. Al-Haitham could stare at them all day, never losing interest in the stars that dance within them, in the reflections they form. He's lost himself in you again, but he doesn't mind it this time, doesn't mind the scars or the smell of burning flesh.

You are the only one worthy of his fixation.

Update

Hi guys, just a quick update about how the requests are going. I have six left in the inbox as of now, with an equal split between fluff and smut. Next post will be parent headcanons with Keqing and Eula.

I didn't really have time to sit down and write recently, as I got a lot of assignments from school. But don't worry - I didn't forget about your requests.

I like the way you write. It scratches my brain in all the right ways. Anyway, how about something with Al-Haitham? I feel like he would be the kind of guy to just silently stalk you whenever you're in Port Ormos or smth

word count. 660

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationship, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, etc..

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. umm .😳😳TYSM !!!!?? also kind of hate this but i just wanted to write something and post it TT

Al-Haitham is a man of logic and reasoning.

Love, by its very nature, is illogical. It is a fiery, passionate emotion— it will burn you from the inside out, and it will make you learn to love the pain. Al-Haitham avoids it like any mammal would avoid a wildfire: he runs, he hides, and he prefers it to be that way. Anything to avoid getting burnt.

What he didn’t take into account is that it’s easy to get lost in the flames when you’re in love. It’s so much easier to lose yourself when they consume your mind like a pyre.

Al-Haitham is a determined, obsessive man. He may have had no interest in you in the beginning, but that isn’t the case anymore, not when he can no longer think of anything other than you.

You stick out in his mind and you stay there. When he studies and does his research, you are there. When he tries to focus his mind on the matter at hand, he thinks of you. When he lies at night and tries to fall asleep, you keep him wide awake.

Al-Haitham tried to ignore it in the beginning— he tried to ignore you. He avoided any thought of you like the plague. If he allowed himself any moment, any reprieve, then you would swallow him whole. And as intelligent as Al-Haitham may be, he was not equipped to deal with you.

He had no reason to be like this. No reason to think about you all the time. You were ordinary. Painfully ordinary. If anything at all, you were kind despite his temperance. But that wasn’t enough for you to enrapture his mind like this— that was no reason for him to be unable to think of anything else.

The pain is like that of an infected wound; scorched and seared. It’s unbearable. He can barely take another moment, unable to understand why it’s you of all people. You haven’t done anything to deserve his undivided attention, and yet you have it regardless.

He wants to know why. Why you, of all people? He needs answers. He demands it.

Al-Haitham begins where any man like him would begin: figuring out everything about you. What makes you special? Why can his eyes spot you in any crowd, no matter the size? Why does your voice echo in his mind, why does he hear even when he's sleeping?

There had to be something. Any reason at all. Even if it was as small as the way you breathed, it would still be something.

Though Al-Haitham would never admit it, he keeps delicate watch of you. He takes notes of your little quirks, filling up page after page. Papers scatter his desk, now all about you: the way you walk, the way you talk. The way you move yourself, your little nervous habits. Everything.

He makes sure you never notice his presence, but he will always be sure of yours. He finds himself enjoying your peace, imagining himself the one walking by your side; he enjoys the daydreams a little too much, almost losing himself often enough for it to be worrisome.

He realizes it suddenly one day. It comes as a surprise. You had not done anything particular, only living as you see fit, but it finally clicked in his mind.

You had so many things about you. So many things to fixate over, so many things to indulge in.

You had such a beautiful smile. The way your eyes crinkled, the way they shined and glimmered under the sunlight; there was no other sight quite like it. And your eyes— your wonderful eyes. Al-Haitham could stare at them all day, never losing interest in the stars that dance within them, in the reflections they form. He's lost himself in you again, but he doesn't mind it this time, doesn't mind the scars or the smell of burning flesh.

You are the only one worthy of his fixation.

There’s a blog here with a vaguely similar title and content that has said that Kingohger was “crazy awful” since the first episode. They are probably mistaking you for the Kingoh hater.

I know who you talking about, but I cannot comprehend the mistake since our blogs are so different, c'mon I have a beautiful zubat theming, a completely different gimmick that I don't stick to very well, my edits, my archive of reaction pics, my identity online, I cannot stand being mistaken

Update

Hi guys, just a quick update about how the requests are going. I have six left in the inbox as of now, with an equal split between fluff and smut. Next post will be parent headcanons with Keqing and Eula.

I didn't really have time to sit down and write recently, as I got a lot of assignments from school. But don't worry - I didn't forget about your requests.