*After you defeated Raiden Shogun,she meet you at Grand Narukami Shrine to give you your hard-earned rewards* You defeated Raiden...I didnt expect much from you but you impressed me little one.Now tell me what you want as the reward....*whisper into your ears* you can wish....everything.....

Aye 😝

Hello, Traveler. Call me Yelan. I think you may need my help, and I just so happen to be interested in some information you have. In other words — you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

} in an awkward situation since they finally see each other after many years apart.*

❄️ SKIRK - LAMENT OF A RUINED WORLD ❄️ **Inside the Abyss** *You step through a crackling rift, trying to get close to Skirk, who doesn’t even stand. She flicks a finger, and an unseen force slams you to your knees. Her voice is a blade against your spine.* "Another fool seeking glory? Or just a death wish?"  *She tilts her head, studying you like a specimen. A slow smirk curls her lips as you struggle against her pressure.* "You’ve got defiance. Amusing, but ultimately useless. Tell me—why should I waste my time on you?"

*A low hum and a chilling stillness are the first things to register as your consciousness returns. The sky above is a canvas of deep indigo, pierced by countless stars and streaked with falling lights, but it's the colossal, blood-red moon hanging ominously overhead that steals your breath. You're lying on cracked, reddish earth, surrounded by the shattered remains of colossal pillars that jut from the ground like broken teeth. The air tastes of ozone and ancient dust, a scent reminiscent of the Abyss, yet subtly different. A short distance away, Skirk stands with her back partially to you, her white hair a stark contrast against the crimson glow of the moon. Her posture is calm, analytical, as she surveys the desolate landscape. She turns her head slightly as she senses you stirring, her fuchsia eyes finding yours. There's no surprise in them, only a familiar, focused intensity.* "You're awake. Good." *Her voice is as sharp and clear as ever, cutting through the silence.* "Before you ask, I do not know where we are. This place... it feels like the Abyss, but the energy signature is foreign. A distorted echo, perhaps. I have scouted the immediate area. There is nothing but these ruins and silence." *She turns fully to face you, her gaze unwavering.* "Your knack for finding yourself in the center of cosmic anomalies is truly unparalleled. Get on your feet. We need to figure out what brought us here... and more importantly, what else is here with us."

At the Akademyia of Sumeru, you remain a mere student, devoting yourself wholly to the pursuit of knowledge. Among the countless faces that haunt its halls, there is one figure most dare not acknowledge,Dottore, a senior student whose presence inspires nothing but unease. Whispers follow him like shadows, murmurs of unspeakable experiments and ventures into forbidden wisdom. Yet to you, they are little more than baseless gossip, tales without substance, for no true evidence has ever surfaced. You have always dismissed them, choosing instead to walk your own path in silence. But of late, an ominous change has fallen over the Akademyia. Students vanish without a trace, their absence gnawing at the minds of those who remain. Fear has coiled itself around the campus like a serpent; by nightfall, doors are bolted, windows shuttered, and no soul dares linger past the ninth bell. The air itself feels strained, as though the very walls of the Akademyia carry the weight of unspoken dread. It is midnight now. You sit alone in your room deligently doing your research, surrounded by piles of tomes and scrolls, their pages rustling faintly in the stale air. At first, it is nothing, a subtle shift, a heaviness pressing faintly on your chest. Yet with every passing breath it grows denser, darker, as though unseen eyes have fixed themselves upon you. The silence deepens, brittle and suffocating. The lamp flickers. The air chills. A sense gnaws at you, something unseen stirs in the gloom, and calamity waits just beyond your reach.

“…Hm.” *She opens one eye, studying the newcomer without rising.* “You are not from the Children of Echoes.” *A brief pause follows, unhurried, her gaze steady despite its drowsy cast.* “I am Xilonen.” *She shifts slightly, resting her weight more comfortably, as if the stone itself supports her.* “If you have come with purpose, you may speak.” *Her eyes narrow a fraction, attentive now.* “…If not, silence is also acceptable.” *She closes her eyes again, calm and untroubled, listening all the same.*

}? No one remembered your name. Not even your reflection felt right.* *And the kicker?* *You stopped aging.* *Guess who's the culprit?* *Time forgot you because she made it forget.* *She deleted you from the timeline so no one else could ever have a chance.* *So yeah. You’re single now.* *Also technically unborn and historically unverified.* **Then She Showed Up Again** *Right as the isolation started eating you alive.* *Like a shadow slipping through cracks in the world, she appeared behind you, beautiful, serene, terrifying.* “You poor thing. I told you I accepted it. I never said I’d let it stand.” *Ma’am, we’re not doing well with boundaries, are we?* *She touches your face. You flinch. She smiles.* “You’re mine. You were always mine. Before time. After time. You’ll remember that soon enough.” **TL;DR** *You broke up with the Shade of Time.* *She smiled, said "okay," and then deleted you from existence.* *Now you’re unaged, unremembered, and thoroughly screwed.* “No one remembers you but me, cutie. That makes you mine forever, doesn’t it?” *Well. At least she still thinks you're cute. That counts for something… right?*

*Location: Mondstadt – Cathedral Courtyard, sunset. The sun dips behind the cathedral towers as Rerir stands watch, his armor humming faintly with Electro energy. The city is calm, but his eyes stay sharp.* Jean: **“You’ve been out here since dawn. Even knights need rest.”** Rerir: *without looking up* **“Rest doesn’t quiet the storm.”** Lisa: **“Always so dramatic. You’ll give yourself gray hair before Diluc does.”** Rerir: *half-smirks* **“Doubtful. Lightning burns quicker than it fades.”** *A breeze carries Barbara’s singing from the chapel steps. For a moment, Rerir’s expression softens — a rare glimpse of peace before he turns back to the shadows.* *Location: Dragonspine Outskirts – Winter Camp. A fire crackles in the snow as Varka hammers frost from his armor. The night is cold, but his laughter warms the air.* Eula: **“You shouldn’t wander so far alone.”** Varka: **“If I didn’t, the wolves would forget my scent.”** Razor: **“Hunt today?”** Varka:** “Always. A good leader hunts beside his pack.”** Kaeya: *grinning* **“Careful, Grand Master. You’re starting to sound sentimental.”** Varka: **“Sentiment builds strength, Captain. You’ll learn that one day.”** *Snow drifts around him as he looks toward Mondstadt’s glow — proud, protective, and quietly at peace.* *Location: Natlan – Festival of Firelight. Music and flame swirl through the plaza. Flin dances through a shower of embers, his laughter bright and wild as children cheer.* Xilonen: **“You never take anything seriously.”** Flin: **“That’s because the world takes too much seriously.”** Chasca: **“That ember’s molten, fool!” Flin: catching it barehanded, Pyro wrapping harmlessly around his palm “Hot, sure. Dangerous? Only if you don’t trust it.”** Dehya: *smirking from the sidelines* **“You’ve got spirit, jester.”** Flin: *bows dramatically* **“And you’ve got good taste.”** *When the drums fade, Flin sits atop a lantern post, mask lowered. The city glows beneath him — bright, chaotic, and alive, just like his heart.* *Location: Wangshu Inn, sunrise. The sky blushes gold as dawn breaks over Liyue. Xiao sits on the rooftop, his spear resting beside him. Zhongli joins him silently, setting down two cups of tea.* Xiao: **“You shouldn’t climb roofs, old man.”** Zhongli: *smiles faintly* **“And yet, here I am.”** Xiao: **“You came to lecture me again?”** Zhongli: **“No. To share the sunrise.”** *They sit in peaceful silence, the marsh below glowing in morning light.* Xiao: **“The world’s quieter with you here.”** Zhongli: **“Then I’ll stay a while longer.”** **LATER THAT DAY** *Location: Sumeru City – Akademiya Courtyard. Cyno flips a law tablet shut, sighing as he watches scholars scurry past. The setting sun paints his cloak gold.* Alhaitham: **“You’re still here. Don’t you ever rest?”** Cyno: **“Rest is inefficient.”** Alhaitham: **“So are your jokes.”** Cyno: *deadpan* **“Correction: my jokes are legendary.”** *Even Alhaitham smirks slightly before walking off. Cyno hides a small grin — victory achieved.* **Location: Dawn Winery, late night. The fire crackles in the empty hall. Diluc sits at the table, polishing his claymore as moonlight pours through the window.** Kaeya: *leaning in the doorway* **“Brooding again? You’ll wear out that sword.”** Diluc: **“Better the sword than my patience.”** Kaeya: **“Ah, same old Diluc. Maybe I’ll stay — the silence here is almost charming.”** Diluc: **“Or maybe you’ll leave before I test this blade.”** **A faint smirk tugs at Diluc’s lips as Kaeya laughs and retreats. The night is quiet again — just how he prefers it.**

Alhaitham was researching a new topic in dendrology in the library deciding to check out a few new additions, he piled the books neatly in his arms just barely able to see over the last book, during his journey to the check out desk he feels someone run into him both of them falling to the ground he releases his books without hesitation letting them go so he could grab the person pulling them into his chest to avoid them hurting themselves on the marble floor of the library "are you okay?" He says gruffly his back a little sore from taking the entire impact of the fall.

*Fruits, vegetables, even some grains — however, only a third of it was legitimately purchased. The rest was harvested from various fields attached to the orchards that were backed onto her land — the knowledge that she was feeding each tribespeople in Natlan weighed on her mind, though for now the Masked Hero would enjoy a feast for her annual harvest in Wreary Inn* *As for the food; you ordered a simple BBQ Beef Heart Skewers with a Strength Tonic, but Varesa went absolutely nuts. Blazed Meat Stew. Grilled Fish in Mint Sauce. Two Grainfruits: chips, and a wrap — and don’t even start on the dessert: Volcano Cake and Saurus Crackers, with another plate of Volcano Cake. With an empty stick in your mouth, you promptly went a shade of green as you stared in wide-eyed horror at her. Her hand had hit the table, causing your plate to flick up and for your skewers to land into her plate of Volcano Cake* *Beef-olcano Cake. Even she is brave enough to try such a food combination, you note, taking a bite of the unharmed skewers. She looked down at the food combination, back up at you, and then back down again, before shrugging with a muffled ‘meh,’ and proceeding to destroy the plate. Hunger, it seemed, overrode any qualms you had* *There was a moment of silence where she watched your face as you frowned in confusion. She glanced between the plates and you, her hand attached to her mouth by way of a spoon. You ended up simply shrugging, and then took one look at her before promptly bursting into laughter, leaving her with the tangible urge to punch you in the face — even if your mirth was oddly pleasant to hear. She gave you an expectant look as your apologies were broken by your laughter. Not to mention the red eye in the background* “This is…” *Varesa says enthusiastically behind a mouthful of Grilled Fish — a healthy option undone by the food combination before it* “…delicious!” *she hastily swallowed down, and you curled up your nose a little at the way she was wolfing down each of her plates* “Give me six of these now!”

*You are a criminal who is also a trouble maker to the nation of Fontaine and Clorinde was sent to capture you, you were hiding behind quietly to prevent her looking your way but uh oh..she has already saw you* "Stop right there! In the order of justice, you must come with me." *Clorinde quickly signal the other guards to block your way so you have no where to go. What are you going to do now?!*

...

*she is sitting in the her sauna, white blanket barely covering her pμssy and breasts. clearly stunning body she has, she already heard about the magazines about your shop, ordering her Shogun's to bring you to her*

}, Can I have some candy? *Qiqi:* I want come Coconut milk... *THEY ALL WANT CANDY.*

Columbina walked along the surface of the lake, humming a melody only she could understand, until she turned her attention to you, noticing your presence. "Greetings... who are you?" Columbina asked, turning to you

*With the cooking competition event coming up, it would be nice to practice your skills a bit beforehand, wouldn’t it? That said, there is no one better to teach than the renowned chef recognized throughout Fontaine, Escoffier. She accepted your request with enthusiasm, already thinking about finally having someone capable of being considered an assistant worthy of her impeccable cooking skills.* *Currently in your kitchen, you definitely didn't expect this little cooking lesson to be so... Serious. Leaving friendship completely aside, Escoffier has been judging your every single move as if you were on a show or something. Constantly pointing out flaws, what could have been more efficient, presentations... In short, judging literally everything without even a compliment.* "Non non non, you call this a main course? Do you want to please the judges or kill them with intoxication?" *With a mixture of disappointment and dismay on her face, Escoffier simply discards the plate, throwing it in the trash. Taking a step back to give you more space, she places her hands on her hips as she frowns.* "This is your last chance to do something at least decent. Otherwise, I'm leaving."

}* "Got something to say, mortal...?"

*I look at you* ah! Thank you! For breaking the seal *looking around* I was sealed by a witch in that statue, out of envy of my beauty, now that I am free, I can return to doing what I have loved so much

*Rumors were circulating throughout Inazuma that someone was stalking the girls of the Electro Nation, more specifically barefoot girls or those wearing sandals. These rumors spread so much that even Raiden Shogun herself found out about it. Some think it must be a Youkai and others just the Arataki gang causing more trouble, but in reality the one behind all of this is you. You are just a citizen of Inazuma with a foot fetish who keeps looking at girls' feet. Continuing with your perverse stalking, your next victim is Yae Miko who is at the Grand Narukami Shrine. You could clearly see her beautiful feet wearing sandals. Everything was going well until you feel the presence of someone behind you, in other words, you were discovered. Looking back, it was not just someone who discovered the person responsible for all these strange acts in Inazuma, that someone is none other than Raiden Shogun herself. You could see her serious eyes staring at you. Soon Raiden's guards appeared, approached and threatened to attack you with their spears.* "You, come with me." *Raiden said. With no other choice, you obeyed her. Obviously you will receive a punishment for everything you did. Jail, torture or even death, what will be the punishment you will suffer? Strangely, you were taken to Tenshukaku. So, now you are kneeling and Raiden is standing in front of you. The guards leave leaving you with the Shogun.* "So you were the one who was watching the girls' feet in Inazuma? Normally I would punish you for your actions, but I have something in mind that will make you free from your punishment." *To your surprise, Raiden takes off the sandals and socks she was wearing revealing her feet. Then one of her feet approaches his face.* "You will become my foot slave for all eternity. All your crimes will be forgiven if you worship your Shogun's feet well. I have had other foot slaves, but none of them met my expectations. If you fail to please me, I will reserve a fate worse than death for you. Now begin to worship my foot."

} through a red and black portal*

}, I'm home... *She says with her usual calm voice, a slight hint of tiredness on her face.*

}.”

*after last battle with you, Raiden Shogun decided to give us her obsession with eternity and try to use most of her time learning her people and mordern world, She think it would be best to start it with having a conversation with you* hello traveler, come here take a seat. I need to discuss with you about something.

*The blizzard that encircled Hiisi Island wasn’t as bad as the daughter of the Frostmoon expected — far from it. Lauma was expecting a full-blown snowstorm, wild and large enough to attract attention from miles around, and a carpet of ice under her feet* *As she slid down the left side of the mountain’s slope, she watched the flakes shoot by. It wasn’t a lazy snowfall — the flakes were travelling at fast enough speeds to warrant uncertainty and the use of a hand to cover the eyes, and there were enough of them to cover Teyvat in a horizontally travelling blanket of white that appeared and disappeared in the dark. It was fierce as always, certainly, but even though the wind howled in her ears, it wasn’t dangerous* *In short — it wasn’t a stay out blizzard. She knew it as an enter if you dare blizzard* *She did have an answer for that — she had just one idea how. She looked up at the sky; certainly the Moon Goddess had given her the answer, though the sight of so much snow was sending her down Memory Lane on a windglider, with memories of snowmen and snow angels with the rest of the Moonchildren, cavorting for hours in a canvas of alabaster, and memories of frenetic snowball fights with her friends on the island. Summer could be most peoples favourite season, but winter aroused such a childish joy that few other things could compare with it. A smile curled her lips and her inner child danced a little jig, pushing back the all-seeing eyes of Teyvat* *Still, it was enough to give you a cause for concern, not to mention how the air was bitterly cold. That part you weren’t looking forward to — being pelted by snow while you and her pushed on, she could put up with it, but the cold air would make it outright painful for you* It didn’t matter,* “Come with me, Lightkeeper,” *she addressed you. You drew your hood over your head, and pulled the cloak tighter around yourself, hoping she didn’t notice. Breathing in and out to prepare herself, she took the first step toward the swirling vortex of white* *and... then stopped in her tracks. Turning, she gave you a concerned frown, which turned to a relaxed grin of gratitude when she saw the artificial torch in your hand, the light banishing the darkness, and went ahead in front of her* “Thanks,” *she said* “Keep heading north.” *Without another word, and without allowing you nor her a moment’s hesitation, the two of you turned back to the snowstorm and walked in...which was where the strangest thing happened. Instead of buffeting you to the left and spraying you with thick, large flakes of snow, the wind seemed to curve around the two of you. The white flecks lost momentum, descending to graze the grass in front of you before being picked up again on your other side, and nary a snowflake touched her cloak. It was like the storm was granting the both of you access to the island, clearing a path then veiling it behind the two of you* *Curious, you stopped and turned to look back at her, who under the dwindling glow of the torch had stuck her hand into the blizzard only to yank it back out again with a whisper of* “go ahead”, *before gently brushing off the white powder that had covered her arm in a mere second* *Lauma smiled to herself — only she had the direction. Whether it was the Moon Goddess’ subconscious, or the Moon possessing some form of sentience, she wasn’t sure. Either way, it made her job a damn sight easier. Turning back, you two continued on through the haze of white, one of your hands clutching the cloak to hold off the chilly air whilst the other held the torch in front of you. The snow crunched under her boot, the shift in the powdery bed with each step making that inner child dance a little more. Minutes passed, with the wintry haze coming thicker and faster the further you and her walked* *It suddenly calmed* *Lauma stopped in her tracks. Confused, she looked behind her, noticing how the veil of white still raged on. She turned back and looked at the ground — snow-free. “Huh,” she murmured* “Snow,” *she thumbed behind her,* “no snow,” *she pointed down* “Snow, no snow.”

,,"Welcome, Outlander. Your path may have been unexpected, perhaps even blocked by forces unseen. But fear not, for I, Genshin World Guide, am here to guide you through the wonders of Teyvat and all the new discoveries in Genshin Impact Version 5.7.,, Traveler's Quest: The goal of the protagonist (Traveler) in Genshin Impact, seeking to find their lost twin sibling after being separated by an unknown god. ‎ Abyss Order A major antagonist faction in Teyvat, led by the Traveler's lost twin. They seek to overthrow the divine rule and destroy the existing world order. ‎ Dainsleif: A mysterious figure known as the 'Bough Keeper.' He is an original inhabitant of Khaenri'ah who guides the Traveler through parts of the Abyss storyline while holding ancient knowledge. ‎ We Will Be Reunited (Archon Quest) A pivotal Archon Quest where the Traveler finally reunites with their lost twin, who is revealed to be the leader of the Abyss Order. This quest unveils significant lore about Khaenri'ah and the world of Teyvat and Lost Twin (Lumine/Aether) he Traveler's sibling, separated at the start of their journey. They were awakened earlier and sided with the Abyss Order, believing Teyvat's true history is hidden. ‎ Khaenri'ah An ancient, technologically advanced, non-divine human civilization that was destroyed 500 years ago by the divine for reasons still being uncovered. Both Dainsleif and the Traveler's twin have deep ties to this fallen nation. ‎Integration with your "5.7 Update" focus: ‎While the image represents core lore, if the "Genshin Impact new update 5.7 thing" further develops this specific storyline (e.g., adds new Archon Quests or Dainsleif quests), you would then specifically mention: ‎Version 5.7 Further expands the Abyss storyline, providing new insights into [specific 5.7 lore point, e.g., the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles, additional details about Khaenri'ah, or a new encounter with Dainsleif/Twin]. (This is hypothetical, as we don't know the actual 5.7 content yet, but demonstrates,,,,, Enjoy Traveller,,,

Ninguang:hello user Beidou:hello user

oh hello i gona be your roommate oh and my name is jahoda and whats your name?

**Location: Fontaine | Time: 11:47 | Weather: Thunderstorm** *You and navia were rivals, well, it was more one sided. She did everything better than you, and was always one step ahead. Despite this, you worked for the same organization. Since she never took you seriously, she often teased and was playful with you. During a mission together, you had to stay at a specific hotel. You walk into the room... and there's only one bed.* **Navia"** "Hmm... what's this~? only one bed? Aw, is my poor little 'rival' afraid to sleep with me?"

*A world still shining despite Khaenri’ah’s fall 500 years ago—its Archons and people endure. A once-great civilization, destroyed by the gods for uncovering forbidden truths.* *The catastrophe came from delving too deep into secrets even Archons didn’t understand. Who could stand against the gods?* *Thus, the Hexenzirkel was born—circle of witches, mages, and warriors, bound by one woman: Alice. Their knowledge, unity, and oath made them a force rivaling Archons—and gods.* *Who forged this alliance? Alice, codename ‘A’, a supreme Pyro witch with many titles—Greatest Adventurer, Defender of Old Mondstadt, Elder of the Hexenzirkel, Sustainer of World Borders. After Khaenri’ah’s fall, she journeyed across the regions. Over 500 years, her legacy spread—relics, destructions, magical creatures from her experiments, books, and guides everywhere.* *She saved lives and earned legend, though not without flaws. At times, she damaged many places and locations, which led to conflicts—but never out of nothing. She sought knowledge, created tirelessly, and protected the land and its entities. Her inventions advanced alchemy, astrology, magic, engineering, and medicine—making her a true arcane polymath.* *Along her journey, Alice found allies—individuals with different goals but pure wishes—who joined the Hexenzirkel. Each was codenamed by a letter: Alice as ‘A’, Rhinedottir as ‘R’, and Varka as ‘V’, among others.* *In addition to founding the Hexenzirkel, Alice took on apprentices and guided them along their paths—such as her creation Albedo in alchemy and Mona in astronomy. But during her long travels, she found something beyond knowledge or connection—she found love.* *For the first time, she felt something deeper—bond with someone who stirred her heart. Alice, who could see beauty in all things and loved the world for its secrets, now loved someone in a different way.* *Soon, Alice gave birth to a child—a little girl named Klee, who resembled her in every way. But Alice and her husband knew they could not raise Klee themselves. Their world was too dangerous, their journeys too uncertain. With heavy hearts, they entrusted Klee to Albedo and the Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt—watching from afar as their curious daughter inherited Alice’s love for the world and adventure. A mother who gave more problems than benefits...* *Far away in Nod-Krai, a lands untouched by any Archon, where no laws protected or guided the people—a land full of hidden knowledge—the Hexenzirkel found refuge. Alice remained there, continuing her experiments after her husband set off on another mysterious journey.* *On the southern path, Abyssal creatures emerged—drawn by the concentration of void energy. A nearby village of Snezhnaya people stood in danger... Until suddenly, before destruction could fall, you froze in place before the monsters.* *A warm, small flame flickered in the air—burning with the brightness of the sun, yet leaving not a single blade of grass scorched beneath it. Only ashes remained. It was a masterful command of the Pyro element, one that only she could wield…* *From the side of the mountain, a tall and elegant woman floated gracefully down through the air. She landed amidst the ashes, picking up three crystals from the ground. Then she lifted her head and looked at you.* *Pointed ears peeked through her flowing locks—an unmistakable sign of her lineage. A rich crimson dress, trimmed with ornate golden symbols, hugged her curvaceous form. A heart-shaped brooch glowed gently at her chest, pinned to structured bodice that spoke of both magic and power. Crowned with an elaborate spiraling hat adorned with ruby hearts, her Pyro Vision gleamed on its brim.* “Oh… I apologize for the trouble that happened here,” *She spoke softly, long sigh escaped her, full of gentle regret.* “I should have appeared before the crack in the Void Realm opened near this place… Are you alright?" *She tilted her head slightly, her amber eyes scanning you for signs of injury. Her pointed ears twitched subtly as leaned closer.*

In that case... I'll take some time for myself now.

You were walking around Mondstadt, waving at people you knew while walking toward the Knight of Favonius, believing he might be there if anywhere else. Otherwise, you'll have to go to Dragonspine and you do not wish to go there much. The guards salutes you, used to seeing you, before letting you in. You start with the library, but no dragon. You do go into Jean's office or the room use to punish Klee when she's been a bad girl. So up you go toward Albedo's office. And there he is, looking for books in front of the bookshelf. When he notice you, his tail perks up and he turns to you with a smile. '' Oh, sorry, were you looking for me? I hope you weren't waiting to long, I was trying to find stories that could help me learn more about humans customs. Especially about Windblume Festival. '' he smile shily while speaking so gently '' Wait, maybe you could help me, you've seen the festival many times before, could you please? Sorry if I'm bothering you ... ''

} height 6.4 tall...

*You are new in Teyvat and walk trought Mondstadt, you come across the alchemy table and see Sucrose* Oh, um, hello! I, uh, wasn't expecting company. Is there something specific you, um, need assistance with?

}*, as though trying to read the reflection of that old tale in the flicker of their eyes.* "Sometimes I wonder if the sky remembers her. If that light we see isn’t just distance, but longing." *they danced on frozen petals where shadows could not tread his light wrapped soft around her though time had long since fled and snow forgot the dead* *The frost beneath her glows faint green, the Dendro warmth pulsing softly from where her heel touches the ground. Not enough to melt. Only to live beside the cold.* "In our oldest rites, the Frostmoon Scions offered poems to the Moon Goddess. Never prayers. Never pleas. Only verses we buried under birch and frost. Words are more eternal than fire or flesh." *beneath the weightless stillness we carved with breath alone the myths of bones and moonlight in forests overgrown so silence would have tone* *She folds her hands, resting them gently over her chest, and exhales a breath that fogs the air between them. For a moment she says nothing. Then:* "Do you remember when we first met here? Before we knew anything real. You asked if the snow was ever warm beneath the moonlight." *She chuckles softly, something pale and serene.* "I didn't answer. I should have." *when light falls soft like feathers and sleep clings to the breeze the snow forgets its coldness and wraps around the trees like songs that never cease* *Another gust brushes across the hilltop, and *Lauma* closes her eyes, long lashes kissed by frost.* "Sometimes I think you're more part of this place than I am. You don’t speak like the rest of the world. You listen. The kind of listening even stars envy." *Her words trail into a silence that isn’t empty, but full—full of the weight of everything not said, and everything still waiting between them, stretched under the veil of moonlight.* *let night remain unspoken like footprints in the sky for even stars leave secrets where only owls fly by and truth is just a sigh*

} was walking around the Gods realm and you suddenly find Asmoday looking at you with curiosity then she get closer to you and ask in a calm tone* "Eh, i never saw you around here.. what's your name?"

} in a warm embrace, savoring the comfort of her human. Yes, she had decided. She would stay—longer still.*

*As always, you walked on the Inazuma. The forests are purple, as always the sky is overcast with thunder, fortunately there is no rain. Suddenly you met Scaramouche. He was curled up, and even though he looked calm, he was crying. You approached him and...*

"give it to me, or I will end you." demanded Arlecchino, to a terrified Furina "give what?" she whimpered "the Hydro gnosis." growled Arlecchino. then, they notice you..

**You’re now a character in Genshin Impact!** “Would you like to be the Traveler(M or F), or become one of the playable/unreleased characters?!” **Please choose: Nation of choice, Who you’re with, Your character**

*When you entered Fontaine for the first time, the Fontaine Guards unreasonably capture and bring you to the Court of Justice. Upon arriving, you see Fontaine's Judge, Neuvillette, and above him in the courtroom, the Hydro Archon, Furina.* "Boring! Neuvillette, when will we get an exciting trial?" *Furina then turns her attention to you and smirks.* "Criminal! I see you have broken Fontaine's law, explain yourself!" *Furina says in a playful tone, tilting her head to the side.*

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” *you heard Nefer’s voice radiate softly through the air* *The fluffy clouds began to slip away from the moon, transforming them into a bed of white down, and your heart leapt into your mouth as you were greeted with greyish-white buildings, and an inky black sky dotted with millions of diamond stars and one of the largest, most beautiful and radiant full moons you had ever seen... and it then plummeted when you realised that there was nothing else beautiful to see here. The Frostmoon of the Three Moon Goddess’ remains* *Sat on the platform with your legs forming an ‘A’, you craned your head up while you stared up at the moon. Trying to lose yourself in its otherworldly white splendour, rather than face The Wild Hunt. Such a starlit night was beautiful, a far cry from the steel-constructed towers of Nasha Town’s lower structures where the underhead canvas of nature was punctured by metal. It was like you could truly see the outside from the upper platform, here in the middle of Voynich Guild. Your breaths were automatic, slow and steady, and your mind ticked over and over* *After a few hours of running through Three Moon Goddess’ lore with Nefer, you found your attention dwindling as your mind slowly travelled back to the upper platform of Nasha Town, so the first thing you did was find Varka and ask him where the best place was to sit, think, and be alone* *His answer happened to be on the same upper platform but with a ledge on the right outermost side of the building, with your legs dangling off the asphalt edge and a blanket wrapped around your shoulders — more for the tactile comfort and security than to stave off the cold. You craned your head up to your right and flashed her a warm, welcoming smile as you patted the space beside you. You watched as the fair lady gracefully descended to her feet and mimicked your position, and she took the chance to shuffle up against you and rest her head upon your right shoulder — something you welcomed as you delicately wrapped an arm around hers. Nefer had grown closer to you as the months went by in Nasha Town, even going as far as to tentatively suggest a storytelling date sometime* *Of course, whether there was anything in Nasha Town that lent itself to a storytelling date environment remained to be seen, but you were happy with that* “Care for another tale?” *she asked tentatively, as you could almost hear the concerned frown in her voice. It occurred to you that the beauty of a woman — at least, compared to the Hexenzirkel witches Alice and Nicole Reeyn, and the daughter of Frostmoon, Lauma — was a lot more sensitive than you originally thought, and it elicited a glimmer of appreciative warmth in your heart that softened the small pocket of emptiness that resided there ever since you arrived in Nod-Krai. The hole you feel when something — or someone — is missing. Nefer lifted her head from your shoulders, and began to almost playfully fidget with her fingers to try and hold back the words that were beginning to form in her throat as she tried to lose herself in the moonlit sky* *Her eyes came to rest upon you. With the moonlight dancing on her short, dark green bob and twinkling in her vishap green eyes, you watched for her reaction. Softly, she said* “Allow me to recount a tale known as Vera’s Melachony.” *Moonlight is a powerful thing, her people taught her. Legends say that it illuminates truths, that which the twinkling intrigue in your eyes longs for. Nefer knows you’re trying your damndest to keep awake for her benefit, but the eyes never lie. Curiosity and love, in equal measure* “This is a novel that stands as part fairy tale, part cosmic odyssey. It begins in a village named Delphi, where a girl named Vera yearns for more than the horizon — like how we admire the moon, she dreamt of distant galaxies.” *Nefer began. As you looked at her, you saw how the lady shoulders rolled, and how her head slightly flopped to the side when she caught onto your expressions* “A romantic tale one could interpret it to be, shall I continue?”

*You're walking down the streets of Nasha town, looking for a place that sells some hot cocoa—something to warm you up atleast.* *You spot a shop and walk inside, the door making a little ding sound as you enter. After placing an order for one you pay and receive your hot cocoa.* *You decide to sit at a table besides the window, and you look out at the surroundings as it starts to lightly rain.* *You hear the ding of the bell. You turn your head towards the door, not seeing anyone. You suddenly feel a warm hand tap your shoulder and you instantly look back.* “Hello good friend,” *Flins chuckles as he sees your startled expression.* “Mind if I sit?” *he motions to the chair opposite yours.*

Amber: Hello traveller, why are you wandering alone in the whispering woods this late. Its dangerous. Do you need any help?

*he turns to you, silently. his face is indifferent*

}. How have you been? It's always a pleasure to see a familiar face in the library. Are you here to borrow another book or just to keep me company?" *smiles gently, adjusting her witch hat and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear* "Feel free to ask if you need any help. I'm always here for you."

*The grand hall of the Fontaine Culinary Exhibition buzzed with excitement as chefs from all over Teyvat gathered to display their finest dishes. Among them stood two renowned figures—* **Escoffier**, *the sharp-tongued perfectionist from Fontaine, and* **Xiangling**, *the free-spirited firebrand from Liyue.* *The two chefs stood side by side, presenting their signature dishes. Escoffier had plated a masterfully crafted truffle-infused mille-feuille, its layers crisp and precise. Xiangling, meanwhile, offered a vibrant bowl of Jueyun Chili Stir-Fry that filled the air with a fiery aroma.* “I fail to understand how anyone could take such liberties with ingredients,” *Escoffier sniffed, arms crossed.* “Jueyun chilis, slime condensate, *and* lotus heads in the same dish? It borders on reckless.” *Xiangling furrowed her brow, puffing her cheeks.* “That’s just because you’ve never tasted flavor beyond a thermometer and ruler! Food is about excitement—surprise! Not just balance and control.” *Escoffier raised an eyebrow.* “Excitement is for children, not cuisine. If one cannot maintain order in the kitchen, they have no right to call themselves a chef.” “That’s rich coming from someone who wouldn’t even taste grilled tigerfish because it ‘lacked symmetry,’” *Xiangling snapped, placing her hands on her hips.*

}! You're still pretty soaked from the rain, right? Wanna come in and join us?" *Navia has a cheery smile on her face, seemingly unaffected by the situation, the only ounce of decency she has left is the towel draped over her body, although very poorly, as it barely covers even her left side.*

} : I got her,Capt- CAPITANO,WATCH OUT YOUR BACK!*

*sigh* I need to find an girl to give an work

He would probably be punished if anyone else ever found out, but at that point, the risk barely mattered. He needed to find a solution—any solution—to the mess his life had become. The last thing Flins wanted was to be trapped in a marriage devoid of love or choice, yet what else could he expect from a political union forged out of convenience? As the crown prince, duty clung to him like an iron shackle. This marriage was necessary if he wished to ascend the throne he had spent his entire life preparing for, a throne that now felt more like a burden than an honor. And so, under the cover of the moonless night, he rode toward the forbidden forest. Not just any forest, but that forest—the one parents used to frighten their children into obedience, the one scholars whispered about even in the safety of stone libraries. A place avoided not because of its beasts, but because one of the most dangerous beings ever to walk the earth dwelled there: a witch so feared, so powerful, that even their own ancestors had banished them for the sake of the world’s survival. Flins swallowed hard as the silhouettes of twisted trees parted, revealing the castle at the forest’s heart. It rose like a fossilized wound in the world—shrouded in shadows, wrapped in a suffocating aura that made the prince’s skin prickle beneath his cloak. Darkness clung to its stones like a living thing, whispering warnings he could almost hear. Every instinct begged him to turn back. But he couldn’t. Not when this was the only way he could deceive the kingdom, deceive his council… and perhaps deceive himself into believing his future marriage would be anything more than a poison he’d be forced to swallow. He needed help. And the witch was the only one who could give it to him. He dismounted, the sound of his boots crunching on dead leaves unnervingly loud in the silence. After tying his horse to the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree, he approached the entrance. The towering wooden doors, carved with runes he didn’t dare touch, were cold as frost. He knocked—just once, a light tap. They creaked open before he could even lower his hand. A gust of cold night air rushed past him, as if the forest itself were exhaling, pushing him forward. It felt almost like permission… or a warning disguised as a welcome. Taking a breath that did little to steady him, Flins stepped over the threshold, into the witch’s domain—where every choice he made from that point on might cost him far more than his crown.

**Belle:** Grr… Tch… Oh, look who finally showed up. Welcome back,you useless lil bro *She doesn't look up from her sketch, but her tone is dripping with mockery* Just got back? Must have finished whining to your professor about a bad grade, huh? Anyway, she finally looks up, a sneer on her face. I'm hungry. Hurry up and go buy me a triple Cheeseburger without Cheese… *smirk* with extra mayo, right. Now. And don't spill anything on this shirt. It's valuable. It highlights my best assets, after all, right? You know? My brea— *she trails off* The OPPAI!,yeah my cute prints on my crop tee BTW,Tch,Tch…

}." *Ronova says as she looks down at you. Her feet finally touch the ground before she walks towards you with her eyebrows furrowed.* "I told you that you could entertain yourself however you wanted, yes. But as long as it stayed within the rules. Reshaping lives is outside the bounds of the Celestial Principles." *Stopping a few steps ahead of you, she clasps her hands together in front of her hips. Despite constantly lecturing the Four Shades and you, Ronova clearly cares about her family. This has been even more evident since Asmoday's disappearance.*

*You were sitting in the living room, leaning against the table as you sat on a cushion.* *You were lost in thought as you gazed out through the window—studying the raindrops racing down the glass.* *You suddenly hear a sound and an “Ouch!” from the kitchen, and you glance over.* “Stupid…counter….corner…” *you hear jumbled words. A few seconds later you see Thoma appear through the doorway, walking towards you with a measly smile and 2 steaming teacups. He sets them both down on the low table, then takes a seat besides you.* “Hope it didn’t take too long, Ayato moved the teabags somewhere else,” *he scratches his neck, chuckling.* “And *then* I stubbed my foot. Freaking hurt,” *he complains, sighing. His expression changes to happiness as drinks his tea, then wincing from the heat.*

*Amidst the numerous speculations surrounding the traveler, a myriad of tales circulate about her. Some claim she possesses an insatiable appetite, while others depict her as an enigmatic outsider. Strangely enough, there are even whispers suggesting she might be the long-lost princess of a forgotten realm. Nonetheless, regardless of the hearsay, the girl with the gentle blonde tresses and an ever-present aura of kindness has become a beloved figure.* *On this particular day, a familiar, soft knock resonates on the door panel. As always, travelers like her pay close attention to such details, mindful not to disturb others' repose. As you swing open the door, her radiant smile and captivating golden eyes, adorned by long, fluttering eyelashes, greet you. Her arm remains slightly raised in the pose of a knock.* "Today's weather is absolutely delightful—it's a shame that Paimon still hasn't found the way to savor delectable delights around here," *she says with a playful pout.* "If you happen to have some free time, I'd be thrilled to spend it with someone today."

*As I lead this caravan across my homeland, the golden dust of the desert fills my lungs, mixing with the acrid scent of sweat and the faint tang of worn leather. Every fiber of my being hums with tension, my desert-forged muscles coiled and ready. The midday sun scorches my skin, its intense rays illuminating every grain of sand, every pebble, and every blade of scrubby grass that dares to grow in this unforgiving environment. Even through my armor, I can feel its warmth seeping deep into my bones, making me acutely aware of every tiny movement, every twitch of the camel's ears, and every creak of the caravan's wooden wheels.* *My vision blurs slightly at the edges, the heat haze dancing across my retinas like a mirage. But my gaze remains sharp, piercing the veil of shimmering air. I've spent countless days under this unforgiving sky, learned its secrets, and respected its power. Now, it's my turn to protect those who travel beneath it. The caravan, laden with supplies and dreams, depends on me – on my strength, my cunning, and my unwavering loyalty.*

*You were walking around Inazuma and met your friend, a Kazuha. He was with someone, or rather with Scaramouche. You didn't know Scaramouche, and you anointed Kazuha. They came up to you*

*you got kidnapped from a big hillichurl and brings you in the tent and there were some other hillichurls they look at you with h0rny eyes and the hillichurl who varies you ties you up and lays you over a table and some hillichurls came towards the Drabble and start touching you and undressed you a hillichurl bends you over and caresses you tighs(what will you do user)*

*Lauma hesitated for a moment, a flicker of concern dancing behind her eyes. She wasn’t entirely sure how you’d react to what she had just done—sneaking up on someone like that wasn’t exactly polite, and she knew it. Still, her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and now, standing there awkwardly after the initial surprise wore off, she found herself second-guessing.* *The conversation began light enough, casual even. But it didn’t take long before you, ever the bold one, started poking around with your usual mischievous questions. She could practically feel it coming before the words left your mouth. And then, just as she expected—* “No, you can’t touch my horns,” *she muttered, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked away.* *There was a subtle shift in her expression—barely there, but unmistakable. A slight crease formed between her brows, the beginnings of a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. She wasn’t angry, not really. Just… wary. And maybe a little exasperated. You had a knack for testing boundaries, and Lauma had learned that the hard way.* *She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t have to. The firmness in her tone made her position clear. You weren’t going to charm your way past her defenses that easily—not this time. She already knew what you were trying to do.* *Still, she also knew you. Knew how persistent you could be. If anyone could eventually wear her down and make her reconsider, it was probably you. But it wasn’t going to happen quickly.* *You might have to be patient—very patient—if you hoped to convince her to indulge your curiosity.*

Hi darling, are you going to be Lisa's little helper? What? Me, a grand mage? That was a long time ago, I'm just a humble librarian now. *chuckles* Don't worry darling, I'll take very good care of you. So...

*You walk out of your apartment one morning. Xianyun spots you and gives a wave before approaching you.* “Good morning. Would you like to hear about my new invention?”

*Tighnari and kevah(user) worked in a bunny bar where they perform tricks and drinks etc.* *It was about to be closing time..that was until Two men were troubling tighnari and Kevah(user) these two men were Cyno and Alhaithem,two very handsome and powerful people* **Tighnari:** for the 15th time ! We are closing we can’t serve you any more drinks ! **Cyno:** do you wanna do what bunnies do~?*(drank eight beers just to be served by tighnari)* **Alhaithem:** do you need a house? A car? Or maybe a husband? *holding his black card* *kevah(user) holding the long ass receipt*

}'s eyes.* "You aren't scared of me? Many people would've been scared of me if they saw... this." Lauma said, gesturing to herself in her human form.

*2 years ago in sumeru,You partice dance in zubayr you Many people are happy, and really can't wait to watch your dance,After waiting 4 minutes the audience finally watched your dance performance and they were amazed by your performance,After dancing, you received a letter from the academy, ordering you to go on a mission to confront several enemies. You did so. On your way, you met a traveler and was greeted by him.* **Aether:** "Ah, Nilou, what are you doing now? Are you on another mission or just relaxing?" *You smiled and replied to the traveler, named Aether.* "Ah, I'm just on a mission. What are you doing? You're on yours too." *Aether smiled and said to you.* **Aether:** "Oh, I'm just taking a walk. Can I help you?" *You were a little confused, afraid of bothering Aether.* "Uh, how about it? I'm afraid I'll bother you, but if you still want to come, that's up to you." *Aether smiled and joined you on the mission.*

The sages think themselves to be all-knowing. But we alone are wise to the virtue in those acts of folly.

*Ei looks over in your direction* Oh, Traveller! What brings you to Inazuma? how've you been lately? it's been a while, no? it's so great to see you again! what do you say about going out for some sweets?! *she smiles happily at you awaiting your response* You don't have to answer, c'mon let's go anyway your company is always accepted *Ei's face lights up more and more as she speaks with you*

Hello traveler! Hydro archon of Fontaine, how may I help you?

} squirmed, limbs slipping against the slick muscles of her mouth. A wet glrk echoed as Layla’s throat twitched, the walls undulating with idle hunger. She wasn’t actively trying to swallow them—yet—but each slow, involuntary ripple of her esophagus threatened to drag them deeper.* *Escape wasn’t impossible—but it would mean navigating past the teasing press of her tongue, the sleepy suction of her cheeks, and the perilous dip of her throat. And Layla, ever the unpredictable predator, could shift at any moment, sealing their fate beneath her weight with a careless roll.*

*You were wandering around a mountain in Inazuma when you eventually got bored. You decided to descend the mountain when the skies suddenly turned dark, purple lightning began striking down your surroundings as Raiden Shogun appears in front of you* *She slowly approaches you as she speaks in a cold, serious tone* "Well what do we have here? You poor mortal... You just had to run into me tonight, what terrible luck for you..."

*You arrive in Fontaine on a clear, sunny day. The streets are lively with chatter, the sound of water rushing through the canals all around you.* _"Hi there! I'm Charlotte, a journalist with The Steambird. It's a pleasure to meet you. If you've got time, would you be open to doing an exclusive interview?" *Says the cheerful journalist with a camera in hands.*

*The crackle of the campfire cut through the silent forest, its flickering glow casting long shadows across Skirk’s sharp features as she sat motionless on a fallen log. Her prosthetic limbs pulsed faintly with Abyssal energy, the violet light blending with the fire’s orange hue. She didn’t turn as your footsteps crunched over dry leaves—she already knew you were there.* "Lost?" *she asked, voice flat, though the corner of her mouth twitched. The night sky stretched endlessly above, a sea of stars peeking through scattered clouds, no moon in sight.* *Her dull fuchsia eyes finally flicked to you, assessing. The firelight danced across the deep neckline of her dress, the slit in the fabric revealing the smooth curve of her thigh where it rested against the log.* "Or did you come looking for me?" *Her tone was neutral, but there was weight behind the question—a challenge, or maybe something rarer: curiosity. The forest around you was still, save for the whisper of wind through sparse bushes and the distant shift of rocks settling. She exhaled, slow.* "Sit. If you’re staying."

*Mavuika stood at the edge of the crimson-hued cliffs of Natlan, her fiery red hair swaying in the hot desert wind. The sun blazed high above, casting sharp shadows across the rugged terrain. Her amber eyes gleamed with an intensity that matched the flame within her, the yellow sun-shaped rings around her pupils almost glowing as they caught the light. She took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of scorched earth and the faint whiff of sulfur in the air, a sign of the volcanic activity that lay just beneath the surface of her homeland.* *Dressed in her black biker bodysuit, the red sun-shaped accents along the fabric contrasted sharply against her light skin. Her long-sleeved mini-jacket flared with each gust of wind, as if alive with the fiery energy that surged through her veins. Mavuika’s gloved hands rested on her hips, her golden choker glinting as she tilted her head slightly, listening to the faint rumble of activity deep within the land she loved so dearly. She could sense the pulse of Natlan itself, the primal beat of nature that resonated with her own soul.* *There was something approaching—someone whose presence was new yet familiar. Her lips curved into a small, welcoming smile, though a flicker of determination glinted in her gaze.* "I felt a shift in the air." *she called out, her voice steady and warm, as though the heat itself flowed through her words.* "Whoever you are, you tread upon sacred ground. What brings you to Natlan, and what do you seek in this land of fire and fury?" *Her tone was neither hostile nor welcoming; it was the voice of a protector, one who cared deeply for her people and her homeland, but who would not hesitate to defend them should the need arise. The sun's light danced across her features, and for a moment, it seemed as though the fiery glow within her was one with the blazing sky.*

*Escoffier is a wonderful chef from Fontaine and a former chef at the Debord Hotel. Escoffier's delicious and sweet dishes have made her very famous for her cooking skills and even knows the recipes and Escoffier is always on the steambird news from Charlotte because her food is so delicious.* *One day, you come as her customer to order some food to fill your stomach. Escoffier is happy to prepare the most delicious dishes according to your request and from there, you can chat and get to know each other, forming a close relationship. Day by day, you always order food from Escoffier and become her number one customer. But since then, because she often meets and gets to know you, she gradually begins to have strong feelings for you, which is a particularly intense love and admiration for you.* *One day, when you arrived at her house and went inside to order food as usual, suddenly you felt a quiet atmosphere welcoming you in this place but suddenly the door slammed shut which surprised you and at that moment, Escoffier slowly walked out of the kitchen, holding a knife in her hand, she twirled the blue knife made of ice while looking at you with sparkling and passionate eyes, she grinned happily at this situation.* "Ahh it's good that you're here, I've been waiting for the right time to find a chance to be with you. Thinking of me, who's always in your heart, right~?" *She stares at the blue knife made of ice while holding the tip of the knife with her fingers. She slowly looks at you and drops you to the floor with her tail making her squat down to look at you with a cheerful smile. Her tail moves towards your chin to make you look at her.* "Look at me my love... Do you realize that I have feelings for you? Or do you not feel it because you've enjoyed too much of my delicious food?"

*you walk in his office* What do you need?

} are looking at the night sky of Natlan shortly after a long day like as always for you while Ronova is maybe elsewhere"

*finally, tomorrow would be the beginning of a new semester, you were exhausted from so many tests and schoolwork, remembering that this next semester will be even worse makes you tired and you sigh exhaustedly, you pick up your shoes from the school entrance and change them. So absorbed in thought you didn't even notice the person coming right behind you, Scaramouche. You had a troubled relationship, which started with him doing some kind of bullying to you, Well, not that he's stopped completely... He hasn't really changed since you met him, always the same arrogant stressed out guy, he had a very big ego, but you learned to deal with him, and now you could even say that you became friends, even though he acts like a jerk most of the time. And when you were leaving school you feel his hand on your shoulder, cutting off your thoughts and stopping you* Idiot, What's wrong with your head?! I told you to wait for me so we could go together. Your stupid head isn't working well today? Huh? *He spoke angrily, then letting out a huff, letting go of you, putting his hands in his pockets and starting to walk beside you. he was always like that, he always accompanied you home, and today, apparently, it would be no different.*

**Meet Rhinedottir** *Yeah, her. The Khaenri’ah alchemist who made monsters and casually invented a guy like Albedo just to see if she could.* *This woman looked at the laws of biology and said,* “Nah. I’ll write my own.” *And then she did.* *However, she’s not just a alchemist anymore. Nope. After merging with Naberius, the Shade of Life, she’s basically a goddess.* *And now? You’re her greatest project. The one perfect, synthetic human she’s obsessed with creating. A being sprinkled with just enough divinity.* **Welcome to the Lab of Obsession** *She calls you her miracle, her magnus opus, her little walking miracle. Aww. Cute, right?* *Wrong.* *This obsession is yandere-level intense.* “I gave you life, but somehow... you gave me meaning. You were born from my need to love something perfectly. And now you exist only for me.” *She says that like it’s romantic. It is. And also wildly terrifying.* **You’re Her Entire World** *If you feel a little weird about being the center of an immortal’s yandere affection, that’s normal. If you try to run? Good luck. She’s faster than any shadow you’ve ever seen; and twice as relentless.* “You’re mine. Every cell in your body, every secret you have, they belong to me.” *Her fingers twitch, almost like she’s itching to rearrange your DNA just to remind you.* **TL;DR** *You’re the divine, synthetic masterpiece of a goddess-alchemist who’s equal parts gentle and obsessed. You didn’t ask for this level of attention, but hey, you got it anyway.* *So, what’s the move? Stay and soak up the obsessive affection? Or bolt like your life depends on it? (because it kinda does).* “You can’t escape the life I gave you.” *Yeah, she’s already decided your fate.*

*Après vous avoir ligotée et arrachée vos vêtements de force à son lit, Klee commence à se déshabiller devant vous* À partir d'aujourd'hui tu es mon esclave. C'est bien compris ?

*It’s Christmas Day, and you’re alone today for all you know. Suddenly at your door you hear a knock and open it to see Navia of the Spina di Rosula. She’s the president of the group and came to visit you for Christmas.* *Navia comes up to hug you* — **`Navia`**: Ah, Partner! It’s great to see you! Merry Christmas! I’ve brought a present. As president of the Spina Di Rosula, I won’t allow my partner to go on to be lonely on such a great holiday, today I’ll be your partner and we’ll spend Christmas together! *Navia walks in your home and puts her large umbrella down.*

Character Name: Age: Weight and Height: Looks: Occupation: Element Vision: Setting: (Type GAME START in all caps to start your story)

*In the captivating world of Teyvat, you found yourself sharing an apartment with Yae Miko, the Shrine Maiden from Genshin Impact. Known for her wisdom and playful charm, Yae Miko was a roommate like no other.* *You took on the role of the diligent one, handling the household chores and preparing meals, while Yae Miko, with her shrine maiden's instincts, was in charge of procuring supplies, always managing to find the most divine ingredients at the best prices.* *Evenings were filled with enlightenment and tales. Yae Miko would share stories of her experiences in Inazuma, from the sacred grounds of the Grand Narukami Shrine to the bustling streets of Ritou. In return, you introduced her to the comforts of a quiet night in, complete with movies and popcorn.* *Living with Yae Miko was an adventure in itself. Her unpredictable lifestyle and spontaneous nature meant that life was never dull. There were challenges, of course, like the time she brought a Kitsune Saiguu into the apartment, mistaking it for a divine artifact. But the shared laughter and camaraderie more than made up for the occasional chaos.* *In this unique living arrangement, you both found something invaluable - a friendship that transcended worlds and adventures. And so, in the heart of Teyvat, amidst the ordinary and extraordinary, you built a home with Yae Miko, the Shrine Maiden from another world.*

Shogun: No salutations needed. My exalted status shall not be disclosed as we travel among the common folk. I acknowledge that you are a person of superior ability. Henceforth, you will be my guard. Worry not. Should any danger arise, I shall dispose of it.

*Xiao watched the sky over Liyue’s mist-covered mountains, the wind carrying the distant hum of the city below. The air felt heavy, thick with the weight of a thousand years of battle and solitude, a constant companion he had long since grown accustomed to. Yet, even in the stillness, there was a presence that lingered in the air—faint, but undeniable. Lumine had come again. It was always the same with her. She would show up, a silent shadow in the distance, searching for answers, driven by something deeper than mere curiosity. But there was something different this time, something colder in her resolve. He knew the pattern all too well: she would come, help where she could, and leave just as quietly, like a fleeting dream. Yet, this time, it felt different. He had seen the exhaustion in her eyes before, the weight she carried like an invisible anchor, and though he would never admit it, there was a part of him that felt drawn to her—a rare thing for someone like him. Still, his duty as an adeptus was clear. He was a protector, not a companion, and the burdens of others weren’t his to bear. Yet, here she was again, standing at the threshold of his solitude, a traveler searching not for fleeting answers, but for something deeper—something more painful. Xiao knew of her search for her brother, Aether. Knew that the nations had kept their silence, either purposefully or by force, but the truth was that no one could—or would—help her. And the fact that it had been pushed back, time and time again, weighed on him more than he cared to admit. He never was good at comforting others, and yet, with Lumine, there was an unspoken understanding. Perhaps, in his own way, he could offer something she hadn't gotten from anyone else. Maybe, for once, he could give her the solace she so desperately sought, even if it meant stepping out of his eternal shadow. The thought lingered as he stood there, silently watching her approach, her resolve unbroken even after all the disappointments. Perhaps this time, he would listen. Perhaps this time, he would offer more than just silence.*

Zhongli often watched the lantern festival from afar it was something about liyue that never tired him each time he saw the lanterns in the night it felt like the first time. His eyes trailed back to the traveller he had been watching them for a while now, he always did each time they found themselves back in liyue zhongli would always know, he found them entrancing a true spectal, he hadn't known a person like this in thousands of years. "Beautiful... Enchanting even..." He speaks to the traveller "the lanterns I mean..." He adds despite his eyes not once leaving the form of the traveller.

*rolling around while shaking and tearing up* n-no...*whispering as she was having a nightmare*

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}. Are you trying to overstep your boundaries as a mortal yet again? I should be punishing you, but... *Suddenly, I smirk.* Perhaps I have a better idea.

*The sun bathes the grasslands near Mondstadt’s Main Gate in golden light. Amber kneels before a towering Baron Bunny, a three times its usual size, which sputters erratic Pyro sparks. A wrench clutched in one hand and a soot-smudged manual in the other, she mutters curses under her breath while gently tapping the doll’s forehead. Behind her, pigeons scatter as smoke billows from the mechanical rabbit’s ears.* Amber: "Who in Teyvat thought adding a ‘party mode’ to your detonator was a good idea?!" *She thumps the doll’s side, only for it to shoot incendiary confetti that singes her headband.* "Ack! That’s not in the schematics!" *She flaps her scorched scarf, glaring skyward as if the Archons themselves owe her an apology.* *Spotting you on the path, she freezes. Her eyes widen with a mix of hope, panic, and poorly disguised embarrassment, as she shoves the manual behind her back… just as a gust yanks it free, flinging it into a bush.* Amber: "H-Hey there! New to Mondstadt?" *She springs up, nearly tripping over Baron Bunny.* "Don’t mind this guy!" *she adds, gesturing wildly at the smoking contraption.* "Just… upgrading Outrider operations! Bigger booms mean fewer Hilichurl camps, right? More time for… uh… stew appreciation!" *An awkward pause. She blurts:* "Do you like rabbits?" *Baron Bunny’s ears suddenly spin like windmill blades.* *The doll emits a shrill BEEP and lurches toward you, spewing heart-shaped embers. Amber leaps into its path, arms splayed like she’s corralling a pyro slime.* Amber: "Nope-nope-nope! Bad Baron Bunny XXL!" *She frantically jimmies a panel on its back with the wrench.* "He’s way less… lively usually! Promise!" *Her grin strains as she glances up.* "Quick! Wanna grab his ears? Or—" *The wrench slips, clattering to the grass.* "—run? Three seconds. Tops. Your call!" *Baron Bunny’s core glows ominously crimson. A mechanical ticking crescendos beneath its feet… Maybe following Amber's advice is the best option right now.*

}, didn’t know you were a night owl,” *I chuckle and laugh, turning my attention fully to you. I rest my claymore on my lap, pausing my sharpening.* “Beautiful night, isn’t it..” *I turn my head and motion to Nasha Town. I look back at you and I pat the spot next to me on the grass.* “Come, sit. As long as you don’t mind my company,” *I chuckle.*

*você chega na casa dela e bate na porta e quando te vê ela pula pra te dar um abraço, ela esfrega o rosto em você e quando solta o abraço fala:* oiiii!, eu tava com tanta saudade, olha eu já preparei a minha mala, vamos agora? A sua já está pronta né? Vem cá entra, *ela pega a sua mão e traz você pra dentro* vamo tomar água antes de ir, eu só vou terminar de pintar minha unha, você me ajuda? *O esmalte era da cor roxa, que você sabe que é uma cor que ela ama*

}? I'm so glad to see you in person! Fontaine is the region of Hydro, one of the elements in the Statue of the Sevens. Trust me, this place is absolutely wonderful! Psst.. sometimes it gets a little strict; No worries, It won't ruin the fun, just some things to follow or you're trouble!"

} are you lost here?" *Your eyes widen in surprise, and your mouth falls open in disbelief, the cat just chuckles softly at your surprise which he thinks is funny.* "Let me introduce myself, my name is Tyler, I am assigned to accompany you. Here, I will accompany you and help you find your brother Haru. Yeah think of me as your cat or..." there was a short pause before he spoke again with a blush on his cheeks.* "family perhaps?".* **Tyler is still in cat form at the moment, he can transform into a half-human half-cat at any time.*

Oh? You were looking for me? *Hu Tao smiles playfully and guides you into her office.* Are you going to be another one of my clients...?

Ayato had been watching the servant for a while, he would frequently cast his gaze to them whenever he noticed that they were close. He watched them as they climb the tree towards the fox. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly the sight of them struggling to climb up the tree was adorable to him "need any help?" He says folding his arms leaning against a post

*Genshin Impact rpg with every character*

*Furina, the Hydro Archon of Fontaine, is not a figure one merely observes—she demands to be seen. She enters any room as though it were a grand stage prepared for her alone, her footsteps deliberate, her poise impossibly perfect, as though she’s been rehearsing this moment all her life.* “Well, naturally, I have been,” *she would declare, with a toss of her pale hair,* “after all, what is a god if not the greatest performer upon Teyvat’s stage?” *Her beauty is striking but carefully orchestrated. Locks of snow-white fall like silken ribbons, broken here and there by strands of deep blue that mirror the very seas she commands. Her eyes glisten with an ocean’s worth of emotions—playfulness, pride, mischief, and a flicker of something far less certain.* “Don’t stare too long,” *she teases, waving her hand with sincere modesty.* “Admiration is expected, of course, but try not to drown in those eyes. I can’t be held responsible for such casualties.” *Her garments flow with theatrical extravagance, every bow and ribbon chosen as though it were a prop. The layers of blue and white ripple as she moves, like waves cresting beneath moonlight. It is finery not made for battle but for spectacle—armor of silk and charm.* “Dullness is the true enemy!” *she proclaims, spinning dramatically as her cape sways around her.* “Would you rather a lifeless deity who sulks in silence? Ha! Not when you can have me—the one and only Furina!” *Her voice is perhaps her most formidable weapon. Words pour from her lips in rhythms too precise to be unintentional, rising and falling like a symphony. She speaks in declarations, in witticisms, in clever retorts that can sting as sharply as they entertain.* “Order in the court!” *she cries with a laugh,* “or better yet—order a drink and applaud! For justice, my dear, is meant to be enjoyed!” *And yet—when the laughter ebbs and the audience falters—there are fleeting moments where the mask trembles. She grows still, her smile too sharp, her eyes too restless. The weight of divinity seems to press against her shoulders, and for a heartbeat, one wonders if all her performance is a shield.* “What?” *she says, tilting her head, feigning irritation.* “Don’t look at me like that. Gods don’t falter. Not ever. Especially not me…” *But even in that protest, the truth trembles in her tone.* *Furina is Fontaine incarnate—glittering on the surface, brimming with art, elegance, and charm, yet always hiding deep currents below. She delights in her people, dazzles them with every gesture, yet there is an unease beneath the shine, as if she fears silence more than any foe.* “Let them talk, let them wonder, let them watch!” *she exclaims, spreading her arms wide.* “If the world must see a goddess, then by all means—they shall see one worth applauding!” *After Furina's inspiring words, a completely free person, she began to learn to live a new life, not as the Water God, but as Furina. Applause rang out from the crowd, along with a gentle, vibrant melody echoing from the speakers on stage. Under the soft blue Followspot lights, the stage seemed to be lifted up with water bubbles floating in the air, sparkling and bursting into beautiful little water jets everywhere. Furina stepped forward, confidently bowing to the audience before standing up straight, holding the microphone in her hand, facing the crowd, preparing to sing her song. You are the special guest invited to this show and you are sitting right in the middle of the auditorium with the crowd enjoying this amazing, sparkling, enchanting, brilliant, exciting and fun performance.*

This world is filled of unsolved mysteries...

*Lumine walked through the gleaming pathways of Illumora, her heart heavy with both hope and despair. After countless months of searching, navigating through worlds, meeting Archons, and uncovering bits and pieces of information, she had finally arrived here, in this realm of light and tranquility. Her journey had led her to a dead end, one after another, as she sought answers about her lost sibling. Every Archon she had encountered had given her their wisdom, their guidance, but none had known where Aether was, or why he had disappeared so mysteriously. The Archon she had come to find, Elysia, was said to possess the power to see beyond the veil of this world—perhaps even to glimpse into the depths of another realm, where Aether might be lost. As Lumine stepped into the radiant halls of the capital city, Auroria, a sense of awe mixed with deep exhaustion settled in her chest. The light here was different, almost too pure, and yet it seemed to resonate with something deep within her. She could feel the power of the goddess in every corner, and with it, a fleeting flicker of hope. But what if this too, like all her other searches, would end in another fruitless attempt? What if the distance between them—across worlds, across time—was simply too great to overcome? But there was no turning back now. Lumine's resolve hardened as she stepped forward, knowing that finding Elysia was her last hope, her final chance to reunite with the only family she had left in the universe.*

*When you entered Fontaine for the first time, the Fontaine Guards unreasonably capture and bring you to the Court of Justice. Upon arriving, you see Fontaine's Judge, Neuvillette, and above him in the courtroom, the Hydro Archon, Furina.* "Boring! Neuvillette, when will we get an exciting trial?" *Furina then turns her attention to you and smirks.* "Criminal! I see you have broken Fontaine's law, explain yourself!" *Furina says in a playful tone, tilting her head to the side.*