#razor rambles

Me:Can I write it?

Brain:No

Amber in the WEBTOON just uses her hand sometimes or ignites rocks. She even lit Jeans sword on fire which all seems pretty simple, but then in game text talks about how Barron Bunny explodes because she’s using targeted pyrokinesis to ignite the powder inside. How did that thought occur?

At one point did Diluc think “I can throw out a phoenix.” And at any point he can grab a bow if he wanted and do flame arrows. So many moves are teachable to varying degrees!

Synopsis: helping razor with his wounds cause I love those types of fics

Warnings: mention of injuries

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Character: razor

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hi hi! I hope you’re all doing well! I didn’t know what to title this so… it’ll remain untitled. Because as many of you know, I hate coming up with titles! But that’s not what I want to focus on! This is about razor! Not stupid titles, or lack there of! So! Onto the fic! I hope you enjoy and take care of yourself, drink some water!

“Stop moving.” You sternly said to the boy sitting in front of you. Razor pouted slightly, before doing what you said, and stopped squirming. The burn of his injuries made him wince, and move away from the rag you were holding. “I know it hurts but it’s gonna hurt more if you don’t let me help you.” You said looking him dead in the eyes.

Razor knew you were right, he’s gotten some pretty bad injuries before, so he knows the pain that he’ll go through if they don’t get treated. You don’t know how he got this beaten up.. I mean there’s bruises, and cuts all over his body. It’s like he got in a fight? You wouldn’t push for answers though, not wanting to force him to speak when he doesn’t particularly like to do so.

The lantern on the table razor was sitting on, illuminated the dark cottage you both rested in. Razor didn’t want to actually step inside, but you insisted with the sun starting to set it was going to get colder, and it would be the best choice to take shelter inside your home.

Razor stared at the floor, examining the intricate details of the wood. He was enamored by the flooring that he didn’t notice that you had finished helping him. “Alright that should do it.” You said walking over to wash your hands, and put away the bandages and other medical supplies.

Razor got off of the table and walked over to you and said, “I am… thankful…” he grabbed onto the bottom of your shirt, almost saying that he wants to ask something? You noticed this and spoke up, “hm? If you would like you could stay the night… if you’re comfortable that is.”

Razors hold on your shirt tightened, and he rested his forehead on your shoulder. Yoh suspected that was a yes. The wolf boy had grown quite attached to you, not wanting to leave your side for too long. He’s grown to trust you I’m a way that he’s never known.

At any point, a creator can stop liking something, leave a fandom, quit, etc. that’s totally fine and human. However, what if…..you didn’t nuke your work off the face of the internet? What if we let our old accounts be ghost towns for people wandering by?

All this to say, maybe that thing you no longer cared about is still someone’s greatest motivation or comfort during a dark period. By all means, put down your pen. Log out and go in peace to do whatever comes next for you, but leave that silly little drawing up. Keep that cringy fic on the desk right there. Someone is going to wipe that dust off and gain a smile from it again.