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diluc with a master kink be like 🤩🤩🤩

HAJFHWJD WAIT WAIT OHMYGOD . i love u . pls diluc is v private abt his sex life n relationship in general bc he doesnt want Anyone knowing whats going on in his life. which is why its so easy 2 rile him up. LIKE esp calling him shit ur supposed to be calling him in bed??? one day he’s been so busy nd hasnt paid any attention to u so in the middle of his meeting with jean, u sat next to him n placed ur hand on his thigh, leaning closer to whisper “master, i want you, please.” AND HE GOES BEETROOT RED , LOOKS AT U DEAD IN THE EYE AND TELLS U TO SHUT UP but hes stuttering bc his junior is watching him confusedly and u giggle to urself w a shit eating grin (kaeya’s in the corner laughing to himself) but if u thought u got away w that, ur wrong. the second u nd diluc get alone time in the office, yk hes already pounding into u against the table and shoving his glove in ur mouth to keep ur “filthy noises” to urself ... he’s holding both ur hands behind ur back as u practically drool. u can only mumble out “master diluc,” once more before he’s pushing his cum so deep witihin u ..

Heart (härt) - Noun: Personality, Disposition.

You could never stand the weretiger- pathetic and yet standing where you wished and should. Something about him just rubbed you the wrong way. Something about him irked you- not just that he occupied a position undeserved, a position he did not understand. But something more.

The way he ran himself ragged for people who would never acknowledge him. Bleeding out for permission he needn't ask for from people who wouldn't give it. Willing to die on the off-chance that someone would tell him that his life had value.

He was kind because he was selfish. Selfless because he had something to gain. Gentle because he was designed to hurt- made to kill. Those contradictions irritated you.

It disappointed you, his personality.

It made you sick, honestly.

And yet that disposition seemed familiar, but you did not address it. It was pointless to think about. After all-

Knowing the weretiger's heart was not something needed in order to rip it out of him.

Heart (härt) - Noun: The emotional or moral nature as distinguished from the intellectual nature

You could never understand Mafia's dog- the way he killed so easily as if he would die without it (you think he might). The way violence was his only calling- a calling that he never seemed to miss. Every time you met, the smell of death followed him and it never made sense to you- how someone could feel so little, even if they were cruel.

You weren't even partially sure that the bloodied man even HAD emotions TO feel. You fought to live, but that did not mean you took life lightly- not in the slightest. Life held value to you. Every person had a soul and a life.

Every person had a heart.

Except him.

Which is why it surprised you when he let you borrow his strength for the first time. And then for the second time. For someone who hated you so much, he hated letting you lose to someone else so much more. And yet you could understand why.

So, you issued your challenge. You needed him to earn his right for combat.

You needed to see if he was truly heartless and what that heart was made of.

Heart (härt) - Noun: Courage or enthusiasm especially when maintained during a difficult situation

Your death is quick. You barely feel the blade but you certainly feel the blood. But only for a moment. But only for a second.

And in that second, you think back.

You came because Dazai told you to. You followed because he needed you to be his Eyes. You said you'd let that damned weretiger die.

But he knew you didn't mean it.

And he was right.

He was always right.

You'd always sort of hated that about him.

You'd known this fight was no longer in your favor- it had stopped the second that damned sword came out. No. That was a lie. Your favor had never existed in this fight- not so long as it was Fukuchi you were fighting.

So, you'd had to make a choice. One that determined how many deaths would be marked and how many bodies found. You'd just known that- however you chose -one of those bodies would be yours.

Sacrificing yourself for the weretiger is not something you truly ever thought you'd do- for many reasons -but you let your blood spill for him nonetheless. You forced him to flee- knowing he'd wouldn't understand why.

As much as your heart had protested- as much as it had wished to beat and beat and beat for just a few moments longer -your heart had known you would not listen. Your heart had known it had to steel itself in order to do what you needed to do. The courage to sacrifice for the weretiger you had wanted so desperately to kill.

And then your heart stopped.

And then your eyes opened.

Heart (härt) - Noun: One's innermost character, feelings, or inclinations

You'd never seen into someone's heart before- not like this.

Before the blade, you'd just been glad to see Akutagawa alive again- even if not quite himself as before but more himself than when you last saw him. You'd been afraid he was lost forever, your voice not reaching his ears, no matter how loud you cried or how strong your faith.

He was back and he was strong and you knew you couldn't let him die again. Even if it wasn't a true death. It was your turn to save him- to show him that you wanted him to stay.

And now here you stood, in the mires of his heart and it wasn't quite what you thought it would be. You watched him play out emotions you recognized in situations you recognized born of desire you recognized. And in this moment, you realized his heart was just as bruised as your own.

His heart was just as damaged and bound by a need intrinsic.

You let yourself walk through the alleys of his heart and his soul, letting his memories and experiences wash over you. His emotions, pure and entire.

His vengeance towards a world that never gave to him. His rage at a world that took from him. His hunger for purpose and for praise. His hatred for you and what you stood for. His anger. His pain. His desire.

His every beat of his heart.

A heartbeat you felt begin to resound with your own.

Heart (härt) - Noun: Love, Affection

You couldn't help but be angry- though who or what the emotion was directed at was unclear. You were angry at the Weretiger for being so stupid as to sacrifice himself. Angry at the being that killed him. Angry at the man who caused all this.

Angry at yourself for letting it happen and angry at yourself for needing his death to remember.

But you needed to fight because you refused to let his actions become null and void. So, you would continue to fight- as he would. You fought and you fought and you fought, feeling that familiar chill up your spine again. That feeling of death.

And yet.

And yet.

You don't think of the man you've spent your life trying to please, clawing for acknowledgement from until your fingers painted in red. You think of a fool so... foolish that he died for you of all people. A man who would rather die that let himself become a burden. A man who had called to you when you were lost in the prison of your own mind- reaching out no matter how much pain you caused him.

And you had heard him. Even if you could not respond, you had heard him because how could you not? His cries and his faith had not reached your ears but your soul which was so tethered to him and his at this point you were unsure where his started and yours began.

Death waiting once again, you do not see or hear Dazai. It is all Atsushi Nakajima.

He is your ordeal.

He is your greatest challenge.

He is your most infuriating ally.

He is so much more than words can truly describe.

More than just a person.

So, no matter the dimension, no matter the god- the Weretiger WOULD be returned to you and your side.

You reach forward again, your fight far from over, and you let it drive you. You let it guide your hand and your blade. It which has guided the both of you ever since the very first day you met. It which has driven you from the very start.

That which drives us to act, a mysterious thing called the Heart.

Would you look at that? Another finished piece in less of a month, I'm on a roll this year!

Fun fact about me! Genshi Impact has consumed my life in every aspect except financially (thank god) for a good part of the past 2 years, and I have yet to draw anything for it except a few simple sketches on my sketchbook.

More random stuff about her under the cut because I wasn't really able to ramble about her yet :)

Story:

Her name is Solei, she's a cartographer from sumeru? Kinda?? It's a long story.

She's from a family of traveling merchants, and having a baby didn't exactly stop them from traveling across teyvat, so yeah, she was born in Sumeru, and she would go on to receive her vision there eventually by pure chance, but she spent the majority of her early childhood in Lyue and Mondstat.

Her father is fontanian, and her mother's heritage is a slight mystery. She may be the slightest, tiniest bit non-human, but who really cares anyway? The world is vast and mysterious and full of interesting things to learn, she doesn't have time to wonder why not everyone's ears are pointy or why people look at her the way they do.

From the Chasm to Dragonspine to Seirai Iland ( long before the vision hunt decre was ever stated), they went around the world looking for trouble and getting themselves out of every situation by sheer stubbornness. Until their travels brought them to the confines of the sumeru desert.

She grows up to be a femomenal navigator and travel guide. Her maps of teyvat are worth millions of mora, if not more, considering how rarely she actually parts with them. She leaves her family's merchant group to travel with a group of friends through more inhospitable parts of teyvat.

The sandstorm was picking up. They needed to get out. The sun was about to set, they were already hurt, their shielder was... they needed to get out! But the only vision user was knocked out, their archer was barely standing, and she was straining to have a coherent line of thought as is, besides, she wasn't a fighter.

She was barely thinking when her fingers curled around her claymore's handle. Not batting an eye as the storm around her went from scorching sand to freezing cold. She only came to when her sword lodged itself in the dragons eye, freezing it from the inside out. She would be impressed if it wasn't for the blood trickling down her face and the ragged breaths of her friend hanging onto her shoulder and the fact that they needed to get out of here!!

She has her claymore sure, but that was more of a precaution than anything, she was the navigator, she was the one that figured out the right path, she was the one that should have prevented them from ending up in this situation in the first place, bleeding and bruised in the middle of a sandstorm going against a ruined dragon, Archons dam it they needed to get out!

Travelers from all over teyvat might have come across her, with her trusty claymore at her side, a cryo vision hanging in her headband and a distinct lack of travel partners beside her. She can party like an animal and talk anyone's ear off about anything imaginable, but one thing's certain. She travels alone.

Her kit:

She's a 5 star cryo claymore DPS focused on the freeze and shatter reactions. I haven't really thought about the specific of her abilities, but in general:

Her skill is a cryo Aoe that infuses cryo to her normal attacks and raises attack speed (and maybe buffs something else I don't really know)

Her burst is a buffet cryo attack that sends a shockwave from the character every 1.2s that applies cryo and deals damage to nearby enemies for a few seconds (don't know how long)

Her attack effects are based on various navigation equipment, like a compas and a compas-card, specifically.

One of her passive talents would be giving the party a Crit rate% buff if every member of the party is of a different region

The other one would be that she can identify nation specialties in every nation ( but I don't think hoyo would actually release a character that could do that)

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If you read all the way through here, congratulations, you gain nothing but my imense gratitude and respect ( I was barely able to write all the way through this).

Tag yourself (especially you, Austin phannies)

You're a lil cow at a hybrid farm, your farmer is the person you love the most, his name is John Price and he loves you too! but you're just a little stubborn cow who refuses to get breed and produce milk to his farm even though you were VERY expensive and that is getting on his nerves, your body was made to make more babies and produce warm milk but you doesn't want to get breed... Until he basically forces you by saying 'if you don't contribute to the farm, you won't be part of it' and of course, you can't quite survive in the wild so you follow your farmer to the stall and... and the bull is scary! he's big, dirty blonde hair, penetrating dark brown eyes that seem to look into your soul and his fur makes it looks like he has a skull on his face, he's twice your size and so intimidating! You're just a cute lil cow, why does you mate have to be so scary? Didn't Price had other bulls that weren't so terrifying?! Like the one with the funny accent or the one that was always wearing a sunglass, they look are definitely are less intimidating than... This thing!

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Well, at least the babies you and him made are cute and strong, and your milk is as delicious as Price imagined.