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the role reversal post with master as the game character but for parume and muku? i know they're not in the game but like :(( my babies
Parume — He's a pretty casual player overall, but gets really into it whenever a particularly appealing event card comes up. Willing to spend money on gacha if he has to— and he'll never admit to that around other people. He doesn't get upset over bad pulls, though he does tend to gloat quite a bit when he gets your best cards.
Muku — Somewhere between the most casual player possible and disturbingly hardcore. He doesn't have any particular goals within the game (aside from seeing you whenever possible), but he will zone out and play for hours at a time. Also will spend money on the game, but rather than gacha, it's just so he can play more... and see you more.
Hello, so I saw role-reversal post (master is a character in the game and R guns are players) and it was simply wonderful! I wonder, what about original guns in this setting?
I think that Mauser is really competitive and is ready to fight if Marks or Hachikyu are ahead of him in rank in some event🥴The competition for a very rare card of Master is really fierce!
I can't find the original post so jkshgsbs I'm >:( about that now
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F — While he's far from an obsessive player, he'll still gush over every single card he gets... to an extent that gets annoying to others. Claims that you're "playing hard to get" when the gacha isn't nice. Frequently squees over the cuter cards of you to anyone around.
Belga — Makes 89 play for him sometimes when he's too lazy to do it himself. Still rubs every accomplishment in the "virgin's" face. Weirdly good gacha luck and infuriatingly arrogant about it. Terrible at playing consistently, but somehow still gets a lot of good cards.
Mikhael — Pretty casual player overall. Never gets worked up about bad gacha rates, and sometimes neglects playing in favor of his piano, but he's surprisingly devoted when a particularly beautiful card comes up. Very good at saving up currency over months at a time.
Ninety — Plays devotedly every day and gets all sad if the gacha isn't nice to him. Will run around and show everyone whatever cards of you he gets, practically wiggling with excitement. Makes someone else read all the stories to him if he has trouble with the words.
89 — Claims that he'd never care about a normie game like that. Actually plays to a level that can only be considered obsessive. Will absolutely pay to win when it comes to anything remotely fluffy or romantic. Sometimes gets too flustered to finish your stories.
Ghost — Gets bitter, seething rage every time someone gets a card he doesn't. Talks to your image on screen when he's alone, to the point where greeting you is a repeated part of his day. Plays with pure dedication because he doesn't want you to feel forgotten.
Eins — Not good at games. At all. Will probably ask Fal to do a lot of things for him so he doesn't mess something up. Very encouraging to the others as they compete and obsess over the game, despite being kind of confused about what the big deal is. Not competitive at all.
Fal — Often too busy to play properly... which frustrates him more than he wants to admit. Claims not to care about a silly game, but still gets twitchy when the others brag about getting good cards of you. Might eventually give up and just co-play Eins's account.
Kirsch — Viciously possessive of you, whether you're an image on a screen or not. Has debated (and might have tried) stealing the others' phones and fucking up their games to ruin their chances. Rubs his good luck in everyone's faces, but has tantrums if they do the same.
Hokusai — Not the most dedicated player, but still excited to see you every time he logs on. He's perfectly content with whatever cards he gets, regardless of if his luck is good or not. More likely to obsess over events than gacha stuff, since they seem more winnable.
Love1 — His gacha luck is unparalleled, much to Like2's eternal fury. Acts casual around others, but plays with dedication every day when no one's around... mostly so he can make a nuisance of himself when he gets the good cards. Gets really invested in card stories.
Like2 — The gacha hates him, and he's thrown his phone multiple times before because of that. Absolutely spends way too much money trying to get your cards. It usually doesn't work. Halfway ready to strangle Love1 for being so annoying about his good luck.
Mauser — The most dedicated player you can imagine. It's a near-religious part of his daily routine, and he's proud of that. Has the best collection of your cards of any of them. Scolds the others for not devoting themselves to you properly and playing like he does.
Oh no oh nooo... now i want a role reversal aka the master is a game character while the guns are the players... now i can see Marks buying and being a whale just for them... oh my god imagine having a new skin and Marks buys it and will jump around because of how good it looks. I wonder what about the guns as im pretty much a Marks lover as of right now. I think Siegblut is the type of guys who is indenial but has a a tons of merch hiding in his room(after seeing the new sieg-sensei)
SKjhgsj omg..... that’s amazing. XD They’re all simps. All of them. I’ll describe stuff for the R guns for now, but please send something so I can do the original ones later too!!
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Marks — No doubt the biggest simp. You are dead right when you say he’s a whale. This is the guy who eats instant ramen for two weeks so he can afford to rank in one of your events. Will show his cards of you to anyone who will even glance at them... and rant about how much he loves you. Yikes.
Like Two — Insists he doesn’t even play the game because it’s a waste of time. Actually plays the game. He has to cover it up, so he never gets very far, and that just makes him even angrier when Marks gets all your cards. A devoted stalker of the wiki and various game blogs so he can still keep up.
Herme — Insanely good gacha luck. Seems to get good cards of you without even trying. Is actually trying. Half of it is luck and half of it is (very thoroughly concealed) hard work. Brags about his cards enough that it’s obvious he cares, even though he’ll scold other people for spending too much time on the game.
Arisaka — Shares an account with Murata. Does most of the actual playing since Murata sucks with technology. Not too picky about cards, but talks to your character on the screen and considers seeing you every day a part of his ritual. Even the lowest rarity cards make him happy because it’s you.
Springfield — Has terrible luck more often than not, but is still happy with the game. Gets way too excited about any card he gets... to the point where he’s made himself a little sick before. A free player who’s perfectly content to collect what cards he can. Anything makes him happy, and he’s doing his best for you!
Siegblut — Claims not to play very often because he doesn’t care about some stupid game. Actually has a devoted schedule for missions and events meant to maximize his chances of getting all the best cards. The one to get flustered over sweet card/event stories or your character greeting him every day.
Gras — Plays it cool, but goes rabid if he doesn’t get a card he wants. Will be all huffy and grouchy for days. Has actually considered stabbing someone out of card-collecting jealousy. There’s a very large folder on his computer with... interesting fanart of you that he never lets anyone see or know of.
Murata — Shares an account with Arisaka, who does most of the work. Insistently free-to-play out of the principle of it, but still bitter when he doesn’t get a card he wants. Whines about the game and its unfairness to the others... while Hachi finally can be smug about how much better he’s doing.
Hachikyu — The second-greatest simp, falling behind only Marks. Better at games than Marks, but not quite as obsessed, so they’re pretty tied. Has a ton of merch and you as wallpaper on every device he owns. Gets into fights with people on the internet who dare to say you’re not the best character.

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Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?
Chpt. 1 - Apparently
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The car rolls to a stop in front of an ornate gate, the golden swirls and spikes shining in the afternoon sun. In the middle of the gate, once again in brilliant gold, is an emblazoned ‘P’, standing for the school’s name.
Pandora Academy - a school for things other than human.
Because that’s what you were. Not human, and apparently, you never had been.
Mum turns around in her seat, her purple eyes warm. It still surprised you, even though it had been a week since she’d shown them to you. The old colour, the one you were used to, was simply an illusion. Because she wasn’t human.
Your mother was a witch and your father a werewolf. To say you were shocked would be the understatement of the century. And because of that, her eyes were a bright plum colour.
She said your eyes might change too as you grow up, and for some reason, you dreaded that. Because you were a witch too, and that meant your future wasn’t your choice anymore.
“Well, we’re here!” she announces, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. Both her and Dad had been terrified when you’d discovered… magic. You asked them why they were so obviously afraid of - what you should be afraid of.
They never answered you.
“We are,” you agree, “So says the gate. Are you sure there’s a school in there, though?”
She nods, rolling her eyes at your continued scepticism.
“You’ll get bullied by the other kids if you asks those sorts of questions,” she warns you, pulling the hand brake and stepping out of the car. You follow her, moving around the front seat to her side.
“I’ll get bullied anyway, Ma.”
She winces, unsure what to say. You’d never seen her so nervous before. These days she seemed to be trembling almost constantly. Dad was always scowling, and you sometimes heard Mum crying to herself.
You didn’t know how to comfort her either, to your grief.
You squint into the horizon, knowing you’ll find nothing along the treeline. Because magic was real (apparently), it was common for magical people to hide themselves from the outside world. Mum had told you that there was a barrier surrounding the school keeping the ‘Unknowing’ (the term for what you had been, someone who didn’t know about… magic being real), far away, and completely oblivious.
All you could see was mountains and woods, stretching as far as the eye could see.
But it was there. Apparently.
Your doubts are swayed by the creature that chirps into your shoulder, and you raise a finger to scratch under its chin. A dust bunny, a real, living dust bunny. Not just a pile of fluff on your floor - oh no, this little guy moved.
And he was yours, apparently. A ‘lower familiar’ Mum and Dad called it. You hadn’t had time to ask what was a higher one.
It had followed you all the way from home, through the airport (where Dad hadn’t) and into the middle of fucking nowhere. It had stayed, tucked inside the back of your hoodie, only moving when you called it. You’d been worried the Unknowing would see it, but apparently you’d only see it if your magic had awakened.
Which yours had, because you’d left your curtains open and your floor dusty, and apparently that was enough for you to conjure a lower familiar. Because you’d sat in the moonlight all night.
It still didn’t make any sense, but apparently the world wasn’t going to give you a chance to get your footing in this new world. It was going to throw you into the deep end, screaming and drowning.
And you knew you would drown here.
Mum raises her hand to a small blue crystal embedded in the black iron wall. The metal curves around it beautifully, and you distantly wonder what blacksmith made the design.
You wondered if they were human, too.
Her hand glows, that silvery-blue colour it always did. The crystal glows in tandem, before the gate swings open on its hinges, creaking ominously. Mum sighs, moving back over to the driver’s side, and you follow her back in, feeling a little stupid for getting out.
Your doors slam behind you, the car starts again, and you roll down through the dirt path. Something tingles against your skin, and you jolt, before realising it’s probably the barrier. It feels disorientating, and the bunny rubs against you to comfort you.
You raise your hand to pet it again, thankful for the reassurance.
Your eyes follow the woods that slowly drift past, noticing again and again, things that should not exist. Glowing orbs of any variant of the rainbow, animals that look like different ones smashed together and what you were pretty sure was something gigantic far off in the forest. It was dark, and you could barely see it, but what you did made you shiver.
Faint flashes of silver fur and white fang. Let alone its height. It looked tall enough to stand above the coniferous canopy, and you think it was standing on all fours. You hoped your lessons had nothing to do with whatever that was.
Somehow, with your luck, you hardly doubt it will be.
You turn away from the forest, facing forward. Still you can’t see anything, even though you’re past the barrier. Cliffs and mountain sides if you look far enough, but mostly all you find is the unearthly forest.
Mum drives through the forest and the car slowly ascends through to the mountains. The sun sets, and the moon rises. You recognise the familiar tingle of magic under your skin, coming from the waning crescent in the sky. It was something that had greeted you every night after you summoned the rabbit, and it wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. Strangely, you found it comforting.
Eventually, you spot something along a snow-capped cliff, the moon sitting snugly behind it.
It’s barely noticeable, but your eyes snap to it anyway. A clock tower, with lights on its four sides, glowing different colours. It’s huge, and this is how big it seems from far away. Bit by bit, the rest of the building shows itself to you. A castle in the mountains, leering off the edge of the cliff it hangs from. In the night air, the aurora borealis alights the looming fortress.
The car park you stop at feels like a slap in the face, the magical aura awkwardly stopped by the bmw beside you. Still, you can’t help but notice most of the cars around are obscenely expensive. Some are less obvious about it, but if you look closer, you still see brands that you could never hope to afford.
So… everyone here is rich? Well, it makes sense you suppose, since most of the people here are immortal, and the other half are growing into it.
You would be one day, too. Apparently.
You shake away the terrifying thoughts of your mortality no longer being a threat, and go back to your more idiotic thoughts. You bet these people ruled the world, that every other world leader was secretly a vampire or something. That all those crazy theorists were right, because nothing could be more crazy than the dragon you see flying past turrets and towers.
A real mother fucking dragon. You feel shocked, but at this point you’re used to it. Back to the dumb thoughts before you start hyperventilating again.
You bet the Illuminati is real. You’d have to ask Mum it was later.
She turns off the car, letting the poor rental’s engine finally have a break. She leans back in her seat, rubs her head, and then turns to her purse. She rifles through it, pulling some painkillers out and chucking them back dry.
…Who knew witches could get stress migraines, huh?
“…Alright, we’re really, really here now,” she says, breaking the silence. You nod, smiling a smile that’s a tad too sardonic.
“I believe you now.”
She sighs, shaking her head at you. You get out of the car first this time, moving to the back where your luggage lies. You open the latch, and Mum comes around to help you.
Your hand moves to pick up one of your bag’s handles, and Mum tsks you. Oh, not helping, just scolding you. Maybe she thinks this is helping.
“[Name]…” she lightly chides you. You play dumb, tilting your head at her. She rolls her eyes at you, and you grin again.
“With your magic. You need all the practice you can get - and the moon’s out too, so no complaining!”
You grunt under your breath, letting go of the bag and stepping back. You clench your hands, once, twice, three times, and take a deep, long breath. Mum bites her lip, shifting on her feet. You ignore her, focusing on the feeling and closing your eyes.
Inside, like Mum taught you, you visualise a glowing silver ball. It’s excited, as it always is. It pushes through your skin, wriggling and desperate to be free and used. You coax at it, drawing the tiniest bit you can, and pushing back the rest that wants to follow. You get barely a single drop of power into your veins before you gasp, eyes flashing back open.Cool magic flows from your chest down to your hands, and unwillingly, your hands start clenching again.
Mum looks down at them, worry evident in her eyes.
Grasping the edge of your hoodie, you raise it to your face, and curse at the light reflecting off of the fabric. You pulled too much again, obvious with how your eyes glow white and your hands feel like all the world’s tension has flowed into your fingers.
You clench, shake them, begging the extra magic to leave you.
“There’s training grounds here, lots of them in fact. You don’t have to worry about it coming out,” Mum whispers to you, and you push air out from your lungs. Good fucking god, that’s a relief. You’d probably be visiting those training grounds multiple times a day, just to burn out the extra magic.
Right now, you choose to give the magic a small outlet before it starts doing… weird stuff, again.
You raise your hand, and mum gently grabs it, putting it back down at your waist. Your cheeks heat, and you ignore how you made that mistake again.
The magic flows from your fingers, zapping at your skin in a way that still makes you jump. You imagine the bags floating upwards, gently. They slam into the roof of the car, the loud noise humiliating.
“Gentle… you’ve got this, [Name],” she cajoles you, and you resist the magic’s call for chaos. You controlled it, not the other way around. You did, you were its master, its creator, and its conduit.
You controlled it - now you just need to believe that fact.
Your hands clench again, shaking with how tight you hold them. Teeth grit, shoulders tense, entire body tense… you pull the bags up again.
…They move delicately, listening to your order. They float carefully in the trunk, waiting for your next instructions. Calling to them again, they glide out into the air, resting in front of you.
“Now follow,” you order, pointing at them like a rowdy child that’s misbehaving. They bob in the air, and you can almost imagine them nodding at your command. They spin at the thought, your imagination taking control of your magic again.
“[Name], no words. And keep those bags under control - it’s your stuff inside that’s getting tossed around.”
You groan into the night air, the chilling magic buzzing under your skin. You were going to hate this fucking school.
The lobby of the school is huge, like everything else about this place. Four women work as secretaries, and even then we have to wait. You and Mum sit beside each other on one of the incredibly fancy lounges, made of golden velvet and dark wood. The rest of the room is similarly decorated, with high ceilings and delicately carved wood bannisters.
Everything here feels too expensive for you to touch, which really doesn’t help the anxiety growing in your stomach. You go to stroke the dust bunny again, but remember it fell asleep a while ago, and you don’t want to wake it up.
Your left foot taps against the marble flooring, and when Mum puts her hand on your left thigh, your other foot starts tapping. She sighs, not bothering to try and stop you anymore, instead wrapping an arm around your side.
Your hands won’t stop clenching. Clench, unclench, clench, unclench… The muscles in your joints hurt from the strain, but you can’t seem to stop yourself.
You also can’t stop the glare you send over to the secretaries, cursing them. They wouldn’t let you pass till you were signed in, and you had to wait for everyone else who came before you to sign in. Mum had quietly explained in a hushed voice that you really needed to expend some of your magic, and the woman had looked at you in a way you really hadn’t liked.
She’d been hesitant, but she’d explained it was for security reasons, and you’d gone and sat back down.
In a room full of things you definitely couldn’t afford to pay back if you broke. You feel like a geyser about to fucking burst, but you absolutely can not fuck this one up. And with the way those secretaries keep glancing at you like a ticking bomb, you feel justified in this.
Maybe it’s the glowing eyes thing. You check with your hands, and yup, still as bright as a light bulb. The man across from you, wearing a suit, looks flabbergasted at you doing that. You tilt your head, looking back at him, but he just averts his gaze to the ground.
Yeah, you think it might have to do with the glowing eyes thing.
You knew that it meant… something important. Not that Mum or Dad would explain. Mum’s eyes didn’t glow like yours, but like you expected, they wouldn’t explain why.
You think everyone else in this lobby but you knows, and that makes your teeth grit even harder, the sound of them grinding down torture in your ears.
You don’t think you’ve ever been this tense in your life, and that was fucking saying something.
“Uh… [Name] um.. [Last Name]?” the secretary calls out your name, stuttering on the words. You raise an eyebrow at that, and then you notice the quiet. Everyone in the room is completely silent, all commotion ceasing entirely.
Mum stands up, taking all their attention. She tucks you behind her when she pulls you up, trying to keep all eyes on her.
Unfortunately, they don’t, and apparently, for some fucking reason, everyone stares at you.
She clears her throat, and grabs your arm, dragging you along beside her. You look up to her, questions in your eyes. She expected this, somehow. She expected some big commotion… all at your name.
The questions nearly spill out of your lips, but you hold them back, wary of the stares. You remember how afraid Mum has been of coming here, and you bet all of this… has something to do with it.
You move past the small crowd, people moving away from you like you’re carrying covid or something. You push your gaze to the floor, willing away the white glow. It doesn’t leave, because life is apparently like that.
“Yes, [Name] is my daughter,” Mum says, and the woman’s head whips to her, complete shock on her face.
“Uh- You- You’re-” she stutters again, this time even worse than with your name. She looks at Mum like she’s a ghost. Mum’s glaring her down, a stony expression on her face. Yeah, there’s no doubt she didn’t expect this.
Another secret. Another fucking secret, on an ever growing pile of secrets. And fuck if you’ll ever get any answers for them.
You taste blood in your mouth, and you realise you were biting so hard you tore the skin inside it. You wince, finally noticing the pain blooming on the right side of your inner cheek. It really hurts, and your magic spikes out at the pain.
A vase shatters, the bouquet inside exploding from inside. Water coats the walls, and your face drops in horror.
A rose slaps the woman in the side of the face, the wet petals sticking to her cheek. It slips down, slowly, ever so slowly, and lands with another wet slap against the polished wooden desk.
She gapes, looking even more horrified, and you look horrified, and Mum looks horrified and-
Laughter, masculine in origin, starts from behind you. You turn around at a snail’s pace, finding a stranger sitting on one of the lounges. The first thing you notice about him is the pair of ears atop his head - cat ears.
The second thing you notice is that he’s fucking crazy. The entire room is silent, except for this random boy who won’t stop cackling at your mishap. He has his head bowed, hand covering his face as he laughs like a hyena, the sound echoing throughout the room. You can only see his midnight black hair and his hand, covered in rings and veins.
Eventually his laughter tapers off, leaving only the awkward silence. He removes his hand, looking up at you. Green eyes connect with yours, and his grin grows, fangs flashing.
“Oh wow! That was the most I’ve laughed in ages! Oh- oh my Goddess…” he says, laughter still in his voice. He falls back into his laughing, the sound fainter as he hadn’t taken a single breath.
You just stare, mouth catching flies.
“Ah… that was…” he gets up, raising to his full height. You’re struck by how much taller he is than you, only going up to his shoulders. He grins down at you, and something flickers behind his back. You look down, eyes growing to the size of saucers when you see he has a matching tail.
And… It’s moving. Apparently, this guy has a real fucking cat tail and ears.
“Are you normally like this?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, the cat ears flopping with the action. You notice faintly that he has piercings on his ears - both of them, silver ones that interconnect and cover nearly every inch of flesh.
He also has an eyebrow piercing. You stare at that.
“Uh, I… I guess?” you say to the eyebrow, and it scrunches with his laughter.
Through his giggling he stutters out- “That’s- That’s amazing! Oh holy fuck!”
“M-MacMurrough! No ah-no swearing! That will be ten points deduction!” the secretary from behind you stutters, and the laughter from the boy ceases. He gives the woman a glare, which she audibly yelps at, and you turn to look at her from the noise.
“Ah! Hey!” the boy says, and you look back at him. He grins at you again, green slitted eyes crinkling at the edges.
“I’ll just earn it back anyway,” he says - to her? You? You don’t know, but he doesn’t once stop looking at you.
“Anyways! Anyways!” he grabs your hand, pulling it close to him. You start to protest, pulling back, before he places your hand against his cheek.
“Wanna be my Master?” he says, placing a kiss in the palm of your hand, eyes sparkling. Your mind falters, heat coating your cheeks.
…Another vase bursts, soaking you in cold water.
Blue Night.
Familiar Feelings - 10 - Everybody Likes Pets - But Nobody Likes Going To Court
Word Count: 2.2k
A/n: I rise from the dead once again. Sorry lmao. Like I mentioned on Ao3, I’m gonna start editing this fic.
You wake up to the sound of laughter down stairs, pots and pans clanging together. For a moment, you wonder who’s in your home, but then you relax. New, inhuman, roommates. You smile slightly into your pillow, still uncertain how to feel about… it all.
You get up in bed, stretching slightly. Grim lays by your side, snoring into the blankets. You raise an eyebrow at the cat, tugging on one of his tails with a smirk.
Grim slowly opens one eye, a bright blue colour. He starts purring even louder when he sees you, his head darting forward to snuggle into your palm. You feel… content. Happy. You think. It’s been a while since you felt so at peace, but it didn’t change the fact that tomorrow you’d have school. And boy was that a headache.
You frown slightly at the thought, and Grim notices immediately.
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across worlds.
[ genshin impact isekai fic. slight abyss lumine / gn! reader. ]
[ notes: hello! this will be a choose-your-own-adventure story. you are given a choice at the end, and whichever choice the readers pick, i will write! ]
There was no easy way to say it. You were getting fed up with Genshin Impact, and were considering quitting the game altogether. Your gacha luck was terrible, you just couldn’t figure out artifacts, and why was gathering ascension materials so hard? Maybe you could just stick to watching other people stream it.
You loved the characters, and the story, but playing the game itself was… starting to feel like a chore. You sighed, turning off your computer. You muttered something to yourself about needing coffee in the morning, and went to bed.
You felt cold. You were lying on a bed, but the sheets were thinner, and the mattress was stiffer. This wasn’t your bed. You shivered, opening your eyes a bit.
“So, you’re awake.” Came a cool, feminine voice. You turned, confused, to see a young woman sitting at the foot of your bed. You were in a large room, with dark blue walls and a high ceiling. It was harshly lit with a cold blue light, and you were definitely sure you weren’t in your warm, cozy bedroom.
You took a better look at the woman, and immediately widened your eyes in shock. She had short, blonde hair and pretty golden eyes, and wore a familiar white dress…
“You recognize me? I’m not surprised.” Her cold expression shifted into something more gentle. “Do you want to know why you’re here?”
“I… you’re… you’re Lumine, right…? And, uh, yes, I would like to know.” You stammered. Was this a particularly vivid dream, or something?
“You’re here to help us. And, perhaps I wish for some human company once in a while.”
Oh. This wasn’t just Lumine, this was the Abyss princess. A cold, ruthless leader of the humanity-hating organization of monsters, looking to topple the divine thrones.
Okay, now you were officially scared. Dream or not, you couldn’t help a sinking feeling of dread.
Lumine watched you with concern. “Well, first…” she continued. “I must thank you.”
“Thank me…?”
“For keeping my brother safe. Without you, he most likely would have never made it this far. However…” she gazed at the floor. “This must be his journey, not yours. He’s learned all he can from you, and now he must continue on his own.”
You swallowed. “This is… a lot to take in first thing in the morning, I’ve gotta say.“
Lumine smiled. It was a genuine smile, one you didn’t expect to come from the leader of the Abyss. “I think you’re going to make wonderful company.”
“Th…thank you?” You shivered. Damn, it was cold here.
A large figure came from the shadows and handed you a black cape. You took it, freezing in fear when you looked up at the figure. An Abyss Herald, the same one you battled as Aether in one of the main quests.
“He won’t hurt you.” Lumine assured you. “No one in the Abyss will harm you. I will make sure of it.”
“Why… are you being so nice to me? And… how am I even here? How do you know about me?”
Lumine put a hand up, as if to stop your rambling. “You may be a god of some sorts here, but you aren’t from Celestia. Therefore, you are to help the Abyss in battling the other gods.”
“The Abyss has many unexplained powers,” she continued. “Even now, after more than 500 years, I cannot fathom some of them. We simply held a ritual we found in a book, and you appeared. I knew who you were instantly, somehow.”
“Okay…” you said slowly. “Um… what about my home?”
“You have no connections to your family, and little connection to humanity as a whole, yes? I promise you, you will find more happiness here.”
Wow. That hit deep. Looked like you would never read the new chapters for your favorite manga… or watch your favorite show again… or visit the adoption center to see all the cute animals again… this sucked.
“Wait, you said I was like a god here, what do you mean?”
“You can access the same mechanics here that you could in your world.” When you stared at her blankly, she explained. “For example, if I got killed in battle, you could feed me a fried egg and some chicken and I’d be good as new. Or, you can teleport across Teyvat with a wave of a hand. I’d prefer, however,” she added, “if you didn’t use the statues of the Seven to transport yourself. We are, after all, enemies of the archons.”
“H-hold on,” you waved your hands. “I… I didn’t agree to this. I get that you want revenge for Khaenri’ah, but… until now, I’ve been the Abyss’s enemy. I’ve killed countless Abyss mages, battled the Herald, protected Dvalin and Andrius from you guys. You guys are powerful enough already… if I’m to be here, why can’t I live a life of my choosing?”
Lumine sighed. “You think similarly to the people of Mondstadt. Obsessed with the concept of freedom and living life how you want to.” She gently placed a hand on yours. Her hands were cold. “You have a purpose, and that purpose is to help us. It’s a noble cause… but, I suppose I could give you a choice. But,” she warned, “if you choose to become a traveler of Teyvat, the Abyss will become your enemy. I do not know if you possess any elemental energy, or if you will be powerful enough to resist us. If you leave us, you join the side of the gods. Do you really want that?”
You hesitated, and gave your answer.
[ STAY WITH LUMINE ] [TRAVEL TEYVAT]
I’d love to hear more about the Savanaclaw boys backstories since their more on the angst side right? Maybe how and why Leona quit his job as a guard dog (lion?) and what they’ve been doing before joining Heartslabyul.
Was it so bad that he wanted to believe? (under the cut: Savanaclaw backstories! tw: death, animal death, general bad times... also, a tad lengthy!)
𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 || in sorrow, there is pride
Synopsis!
An au from @twstedforyou where our beloved NRC boys are instead beloved familiars who'd kick a whole ass country into the air for you-
Flower in the mirror, moon on the water - the subtle and profound beauty of simply living strikes you hardest when you meet a seemingly lost cat in the middle of your family's estate.
Ch.1
The setting of scenes
Reblog if you are in the Shaman King fandom~

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