Lisa

Okay so throughout Act 3 and 4 there is a lot of emphasis put on the akasha terminals, specifically that Nahida can only possess people who wearing them and that Dottore can hijack them as well.

(Despite this, Nahida is able to mind swap with the Traveler even though they aren't wearing the akasha terminal past the opening with Setaria. I assume this is because possession ≠ swapped consciousness, and the Traveler usually plays by different rules anyhow).

But basically - there's an emphasis on akasha terminals and a real focus on the fact that wearing one makes you very vulnerable. Both innocent civilians getting hypnotised by Dottore and the Sages avoiding theirs because even the villains recognise the danger that comes with them (despite the fact that they don't know Nahida has been transferring her consciousness around through them).

The Traveler doesn't wear their Akasha terminal once Nahida is done swapping our consciousness between all of Setaria's acquaintances. Paimon, Cyno, Dehya, Candace and everyone else from the desert don't wear theirs either. This makes logical sense since a) desert dwellers don't have access to a lot of the info stored in the akasha and b) the akasha does not work very well outside of cities (Sumeru City and Port Ormos). Dehya assumedly came from the city since we know she was headed into the desert for a break, but she isn't wearing hers when we meet up with her. This is probably because she knows the akasha is dangerous due to the Sabzeruz festival (does she even remember that? I think so) and has said that she doesn't care about wearing it anyway:

In addition, despite the fact that akasha terminals don't work well outside of cities, the Village Keepers do wear them, so that the Sages can keep track of them.

As Cyno says here though, there isn't any benefit to the wearer. Akasha terminals are still dangerous to wear in the desert, and you cannot use them for any of their benefits either.

All this to ask - why does Alhaitham keep his on? It's not an issue that it's 'part of his character model' because Dehya is introduced wearing her akasha terminal and doesn't wear it later on, and the Traveler takes theirs on and off. Alhaitham also wears his throughout the entire quest, from the rainforest to the outer reaches of the desert, even though there's plenty of time he's off screen where he could return without it if they simply didn't want to include a conversation about it.

(as you can see, he's wearing it even in the hospital scene.)

Alhaitham isn't dumb or forgetful. He's perhaps the least likely character to forget to remove it, and he's definitely high up enough in the Akademiya to know the dangers. But for the whole quest so far, he cannot be seen without it. This means a couple of things for how I think the storyline will continue:

A) they made such a big deal about akasha terminals that if he wears his consistently, I assume it will become plot relevant. Either he'll be mind-controlled by Dottore or Nahida will be able to use his connection to the akasha to swoop in and save everyone last minute. I think think the latter option is more likely, since the first would just make Alhaitham look dumb and Hoyoverse are really focusing on his intelligence and attention to detail for characterising him.

B) there will be an explanation as for why he's still wearing it. I think he'll lie if asked, perhaps 'access to all knowledge is more beneficial than the risk the akasha terminal presents'.

Now, why does he wear it? It has no value in the desert plus it's dangerous even when it is useful, not least of all because it allows the Akademiya to keep track of Alhaitham. In the quest we're told Cyno is the one being tracked, but it's Alhaitham who suggests that and provides 'evidence'.

Imo, it's more likely that they are following Alhaitham and this is Alhaitham lying to cover himself. The Sages probably do have some sort of process to deal with Cyno, but this just seems convoluted. So maybe Alhaitham is on the Akademiya's side, though I doubt that, but there is the chance that he's already being subliminally controlled and has no choice in the matter.

See those chunky headphones Alhaitham is wearing? They're interesting. They line up perfectly with his akasha terminal, as though they are designed to, and visually they appear similar to the headsets the Village Keepers wear:

His are smaller, but green leaf patterning and golden gilding is the same. In this picture you can also see a wire coming out from the back of his headset and going over his shoulder to... Something. The headset is connected to the Akademiya and the akasha, and somehow there is a biological connection between the headset and Alhaitham himself.

Now I won't bore you with my 'Alhaitham is a cyborg' theories. But what if he simply can't remove his Akasha because he's plugged himself into the system? He's very studious, has no issues with a little immorality and prioritises his thirst for knowledge over his own safety throughout the quest. Alhaitham is the only character who isn't involved because his principles force him to help out - the only explanation we really get from him is as to why he's here is -

The Divine Knowledge capsule. That he already has (Cyno never confiscated it) and he stays with us even after finding out that they are made using the Village Keepers' minds, even though that should satiate his curiosity. He says he isn't tempted to use the Divine Knowledge Capsule for himself, or rather, that he would rather know why the Akademiya were so willing to hand out "divine knowledge" in the first place.

It's weird. His motivations don't make sense. If he's on our side and smart, which is how he's characterised, there is no good reason for him to wear his Akasha Terminal unless he physically cannot remove it. If he is dumb and on our side then I guess he just forgot, and now he can be a tool for the plot when we need mind control shenanigans later on. The most interesting option is that he's smart and not on our side, and he's choosing to let some third party keep track of us all while manipulating us into trusting him by being deceptively honest about how little sympathy he has for others. Who he could be working for..? Not the Akademiya, I think he is truly frustrated with the Sages. It could be the Fatui, since his headset wire thing is similar to all the wires in Scaramouche's back.

But I'd really like it if he's working for Nahida. Not as in, under her authority (I don't think she has the capacity to give orders any more than Alhaitham could take them) but if he somehow knows that Nahida needs an akasha terminal to function, then it would not be out of character for him to put himself in harm's way to facilitate her return further down the plotline. This has issues, for example Alhaitham doesn't mention knowing Nahida or vice versa (though I don't trust a word out of Alhaitham's mouth, Nahida brushes us off when we suggest going to him for help. Either she didn't see it fit to mention that she knows him or she already knew that he couldn't get them closer to the sages because he's helping her on the down low.)

This is what Nahida has to say about the akasha terminals:

Could Nahida be able to keep track of us by using the akasha to compile Alhaitham's knowledge? Maybe. I think that would make his views on gods make more sense in the context of the plot, if he's essentially partnered with one and sees her as an equal.

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pairing: kamisato ayato x fem!reader

genre: fluff, light angst, suggestive, could be anxiety inducing

word count: 1,941

cw/tw: reader is referred to as a woman and has breasts, reader is a commoner compared to ayato, established hidden relationship, domestic!ayato, lots of petnames, slight bullying, ayato gets taken advantage of

“Just one kiss won’t hurt, Mr. Kamisato.” — reader ventures out in the night to find her lover after he failed to return home early from a business event.

Somnophilia w/ Ayato Kamisato

A/N: So I’m gonna take the Kinktober thingy a little more seriously and make it kinda 💫 aesthetic 💫 but meh… I barely get time to write so don’t catch onto hopes skshsgsjjs have a nice day yalls. Also, posting it rn because I will be busy tomorrow (ig).

Ayato knew full well that he had your consent of it, while his fingers lingered around the waistband of your panties, your lower garments already discarded by him long ago. Clasping the cloth in his now un-gloved hands, he took them off, sliding it down your plush thighs and eventually ridding it away somewhere in the bedroom.

He was hasty, all he wanted was to feel you right now. Even in your vulnerable state, when your chest heaved in the solemn slumber, you still looked so enticing to him. The tent in his pants was the testimony of what exactly you can do to him without even trying. “You are so beautiful it soothes my eyes” Ayato mused romantically, leaning in after spreading your legs.

You whimpered at the sudden movements, even when Ayato was careful. “Light sleeper, how can I forget that,” he whispered to himself while his breath fanned over your clit, giving it a soft and a tender kiss of initiation, followed by his tongue resting onto the bundle of nerves flat. Ayato was a messy eater, but today he was also impatient. He wanted your juices to stain his cock, he wanted the friction and plunging against your cunt reward the base of his cock with a ring of your arousal and his mixed. He wanted to make you lose your mind. He wanted to lose his own mind.

“You are so busy you might as well make love to me in my sleep,” Ayato’s memories refresh with your recent wordings as his tongue glided from the base of your now glistening pussy, to the very tip. Thumb spreading your pussy-lips apart, he messily spat on your clit, watching it dribble down your now pulsating hole. “My my— don’t tell me you like this even when half of your senses are rested,”

His own arousal and pleasure was riling his nerves up. Hands taking his member out and giving it a few, teasing pumps while his eyes never left the sight of your weeping cunt. “Angel, I love you,” he continued, spreading your cunt-lips once again, sheathing his tip in slowly.

“Heavens-” he groaned softly, leaning back as his adam’s apple protuded with the gulp he took to bury his moans.

“HNNNG-” your brows furrowed, you could feel him stretching you out and about. The girth and length of his dick was not something you could get used to even in the soundest of sleeps. Your eyes fluttered open, rolling back immediately when he fitted snug around your folds balls deep.

“Apologies, I didn’t want to wake you up, Angel.” Ayato feigned a sorry look on his face. He was caught immediately when his actions didn’t match his words. Thrusts begining to churn your walls up, one hand aiding your left leg to be leaned against his shoulder to have more access to you.

“Argh- you feel so good, love. You f-feel so good!” Ayato showered you with praises, pleasure drunk and rutting his hips against you to chase his much needed high. “I missed you, I have been craving you every moment of my day. Enough for it- it- to (thrust) distract (thrust) me, from (thrust) my duties,” Ayato panted, continuing the same pace and fervor.

You couldn’t help but feel the knot in your stomach build with every single hump. “Fuck- Yato— feels so good, don’t stop- I missed you too- AH don’t- don’t stop,” your moans now echoed in your shared bedroom as your husband smirked, leaning in and kissing you passionately.

yandere! diluc ragnvindr headcanons.

For a man that's known for his splendid wealth, impeccable intelligence and sharp tounge Master Diluc sure does often trip on his words whenever he talks to you. You tease him but it's all in good fun, you certainly don't mind. It's amusing to see such a prideful man succumb to these miniscule little things that don't mean much in the grand scheme of things.

That's not what Diluc thinks though. They're only miniscule to you, but to him, they can either make or break his day.

The love he feels for you suddenly sparked into life one day and he's not sure how and why that occured. He analyzes it through and through - was he charmed by your smile? No, your smile was always pleasant. Was it the way you spoke, so freely and sweetly, like a little bird at dawn? Ah, it was so cute to listen to you ramble, please don't ever shut up. Diluc often finds himself closing his eyes and blocks out the entire world around him and he only focuses on the sound of your voice, it's so soothing to him. He doesn't care what you talk about he just wants to hear you speak for hours and hours. It's therapeutic to him, but he's too shy to tell you that. He does try to compromise by asking if you'd like to sing for him. Don't worry there's no need for a crowd, it can be just the two of you in his manor, besides he can already play a few instruments so feel free to pick whichever one you like the most.

Diluc is so tender with you, but it gets frustrating. He treats you like a bird, he tries to limit your movements and freedom in any way he can, and his patronizing nature also does cloud his judgement from time to time. He feels all of this anger bubbling inside of him, your angry and sad faces frustrate him endlessly but he never lays a hand on you, not even a finger, never ever. You're just too precious too him, too soft and delicate to break, too precious to lose. He often gives you the hot and cold treatment which is also something that's tough to deal with - one moment he's stands so close to you, his lips hover over your own as he looks down at you with those blazing red eyes of his, the fire of obsession burns strongly deep within them. They temp but also scare you. They threaten to swallow you whole right then and there, to burn you to ashes but Diluc will be there to fix you right up. He'll knock some sense into you, he will keep you safe and show you the right path, the only path. In his hands you will transform from a tiny bird into a mighty phoenix that's ready to soar the sky and burn anything that gets in its way.

... those are the same exact wings Diluc might just end up clipping later down the line.

How could he be so foolish, allowing you so much freedom? He spoils you, he gives you anything you could ask for, he just can't help himself. It's like you cast a spell on him and the grip you have over him gets tighter day by day. But he needs to get his head out of the gutter and put his foot down. He loves you, he loves you so much he can't even fathom it into words but damn it all if he can't protect you. Even the smallest bruise causes him to panic and he's already all over you. He bandages and kisses the pain away, it often makes you feel embarrassed actually. He dotes and caresses you, but never touches you like he so obviously wants to. He will snap one day, and he will have you in his arms.