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I LOVE YOUR LAST WANDERER FIC

What do you think his reaction is like after we named him? Like the difference between naming him seriously and ridiculously (I saw people name him babygirl on tiktok which okay points for that lmao)

Aww thanks shshsahsgs

❥⁠ Naming him seriously

If you name him seriously like naming him with meanings he'd do his best to honor it if he can find the meaning of the name.

If you name him in Japanese he's a bit conflicted as it serves as a reminder about his roots and origins and will think that you're purposely reminding him about his past while giving a new name

But he's still proud of the name and would definitely purposely brag that you were the one who name him like

Wanderer: Hello, my name is (name). Did you know that it was Your Grace that gave me the name? It means (meaning)

Don't tell me he wouldn't in sagau look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't brag

❥⁠ Naming him ridiculously

Now if you name him ridiculously...

Yeah he'll definitely think it's punishment. I mean it's still a name that you gave him and he'll cherish it sure

He'd introduce himself as a Wanderer first and he'll only say his new name if pushed. If they laugh he'll just say,

Wanderer: Oh it's Your Grace that named me.

That would cease the laughter and go on about praising your naming sense and whatnot

❥⁠ Conclusion

He'd cherish whatever name you give him and would keep it but he's prouder about his name if you name him seriously

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.

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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

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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.

This should be a series at this point but-How come I'm not seeing any OP!Creator fanfics?

It just seems obvious that the creator should be OP since, well their the creator. Might not be Mihoyo or Hoyoverse themself but the creator still has control over their alocytes powers, so why not control their powers??

The OP-ness can change when their in a certain mood, like when their happy, their attacks won't do much. When their angry, probably make an earthquake or two.

When their pissed- it's a death wish for that poor soul.

Just a thought. Use it if you want too, make sure to tag me though :))

Some hmmm we have a problem here.

so what is going on?

Well, I can't see my Messaging for some god reason.

WHY

So, if you want to talk to me I recommend using the "ask" or "reblogging" or any way you use to talk to me.

How is minilla

He is doing great

Ok, so, read your latest post, the idea of Miko breaking the reader intrigues me for some reason, personally would love to see it with just Miko and Reader, but you are the writer here.

The victim I had in mind was rather Gorou. You know, the soft and fragile soul at the mercy of a really cruel one kind of trope. With smut obv.

I mean, making R the victim isn't a bad idea, but I'm afraid the prompt would quickly turn from smut to angst/whump. Miko has a lot of capacity for cruelty, after all.

That said, the original idea will most likely remain just that - an idea.