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heh. so you've laid a trap for me. / interesting... do you really think you can trap me here? / what a shame i can't stay and play with you a bit long... til we meet again, dear friends.

- scar, wuthering waves (2024)

#wuthering waves #scar wuwa #fuck me

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When I saw the scene Scar being all pathetic with his psychotic puppy eyes and asking us to join his side, I thought to myself: ah yes this man is fucking crazy and pathetic. /affec

#YEA #absolutely insane and the biggest cutie #i wanna kiss his nose #if evil why cutie huh #wuthering waves #scar wuwa

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Also if anyone wants to be friends in WuWa I would love that 🥺

#wuthering waves #wuwa

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Which Ao3 Tag are you?

Quiz Link Here

I saw @indydonuts give hers a go and I needed to know.

I agree on the not sane part, but I like to think I'm pretty safe. I always try to do my best with tagging!

I'm curious about yours: @jinbeioyabun @gingernut1314 @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @i-am-vita @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @vespidphoenix @nerium-lil

#This is cute and I was curious #honestly i think its pretty accurate #kiss kiss as you should this is my canon

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Jiyan is a lot easier for me to characterize than any other character Ive written for in the past! Unfortunately Warmth Amidst Dust was completely self-indulgent and his dialogue may not be perfect, but hey, who wants a hug from Jiyan after a panic attack? Me.

:)

#wuthering waves #wuwa #jiyan #cw: anxiety #cw: panic attack

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Warmth Amidst Dust

Gender-neutral Reader & Jiyan Comfort

Minors DNI - this blog writes dark and sexual content.

Content warnings: Panic/anxiety/ptsd attacks, left vague but reader experiences extreme dissociation and derealization and struggles to breathe due to anxious thoughts. Mentions of minor character death, paranoia on reader’s part. Basically, reader has a panic attack and Jiyan holds you while you breathe. Please be aware of the tags and do not read if these topics may trigger you.

Can be interpreted as romantic or platonic! You are a soldier under General Jiyan who has pushed yourself too hard recently, causing panic attacks. General Jiyan noticed and offered a shoulder to hold while you relearn how to breathe.

Word count: 1.5k - Also read on Ao3

You never once thought you would ever thank the dust of Norfall Barrens. As a rookie soldier you had grimaced through it, determined to protect the city you loved despite the discomforts and hardship of enlisting in the Midnight Rangers.

But now, three years later, it was a welcome respite from the sharp, biting winds. The particles stuck to your sweat-slick skin, a grimy but effective layer that allowed you to fight the abominations with a shield from the bone-chilling wind streams. The icy breeze got to you over time, seeming to attack your skin at every opportunity, leaving your limbs tender and your bones brittle.

Unexpectedly, what relieved the wind chill the most was another gale, one scripted by your trusted general, Jiyan. He moved like a deadly dancer guided by a loong dragon’s spirit. It was clear your sentinel itself chose Jinzhou’s general, his unwavering sense of justice an arrowhead directing the war against the Lament’s effects.

A composed man who overflowed with warmth and care at his core, he warmed every space he ever entered both with his aero resonance and his very spirit. The medic turned leader was almost universally beloved, a man who faught alongside his soldiers, a voice of strength and reason so desperately needed in and out of the battle field. His mere presence strengthened resolve against the Lament’s corruption, igniting and directing soldiers’ will to fight for their home like the strong tendrils of wind that uplift gentle embers into roaring and ferocious wildfires. His guidance inspired you and so many others, and you worked hard to earn your place in a unit directly below him.

The call of your name by one of your companions shook you out of your thoughts. In the relative safety of your camp you were able to let your mind float following your shifts on watch. You tended to do that more often these days. Only in battle was your mind sharp; otherwise you were simply a shell of a human, no different from a golden echo on the field. Warmth graced your hands in the form of a bowl of hot soup, the scent of spices wafted into your nose, a very welcome surprise. Such commodities were rare these days, perking up even your dulled senses.

“Come on, I know you’re tired from your shift but we have a feast prepared today!” a new fellow you fought alongside with today called at you with a smile. You managed to offer one back. A feast in these parts meant warm food and extra proteins, and spices it seemed, this time. A welcome blessing in this hell. While you’re sure you would be glad, truly, your soul never stirred in celebrating any longer. Years of war had stolen your life force, only your determination and spite sustaining you. But it was easy to wear a mask of normalcy, falling into habits to alleviate your mind of a little bit of stress, letting your consciousness float and watch your body acting from above you, a spectator instead of a player.

The warmth of the bowl certainly sang to your body, blood pumping heartily from the sustenance. But your mind was as barren as the lands you camped on, a floating ghost devoid of nearly everything, that only came to life with skill and sharpness gifted to you in battle by adrenaline.

That very familiar chemical rushed through your veins, releasing your body from its cold prison and igniting your muscles to tense, ready for action. A foreign sound had resonated around you, causing the adrenaline to release. The call was loud at first, a deep bellow sounded, followed by quick, breathless exhales of mirth and an echo of the very sound by vaguely familiar voices. It occurred to you then: laughter. The noise was laughter. You shifted your gaze around the camp, finding the young soldier who handed you a bowl howling heartily with some senior officers. How long had it been since you had heard laughter for it to sound so foreign to you?

You truly didn’t know.

It wasn’t unwelcome, but it was a disruption to your routine that allowed the voices in your head to rise louder, your mind waking to make sense of the new occasion.

What was the joke, why was your comrade so happy? asked your mind. Mild annoyance traipsed through your thoughts, uncharacteristic, but an understandable ally. This was not a place for disruptions. Anything could happen here.

What if there were TDs creeping up on the camp right now? What if they had heard the ring of joy and legions of them were gathering to snuff it out, racing here in ground-shaking gallops like horsemen of the apocalypse. You had seen so many of your allies, your friends, fall to those beasts. Resounding memories of their cheers of camaraderie in the early days echo throughout your mind, cruelly juxtaposed with visuals of their brutal deaths. The monsters taunted you, holding your loved ones’ image captive and jeering at you while they poisoned your world, your beloved city, your home.

The world around you seemed to distort at the thought, the sky dropping. You were caged in by some invisible force, and noisy panic bubbled in your chest. Air began to feel denser, a newly elusive substance your lungs had to chase. The very thing you began craving seemed to mock you, seeming to grip your ribs and crush them inwards while refusing to let you draw in a breath. Your chest stuttered and attempted to heave before being yanked back by your achingly empty lungs as you began hiccuping for breath. Only when your airways started to sting and your face began to numb did you realize your situation and manage to gasp for breath.

You didn’t know how long had passed after you wheezed the sound of panic. You felt nothing until the bowl you were clutching was removed from your lap. A large hand came to rest on your shoulder, replacing its warmth. A scent so familiar that it unconsciously calmed you followed its motion: a fresh forest breeze tinged with the sharp sting of metal. The air began to flow in smoothly, enriching your body. A cooperative ally once more.

“Breathe, soldier,” the strong voice rumbled.

General Jiyan. Your general, Jiyan. The air once again blessed your bloodstream, feeding every inch of your body and once again giving you the gift of life. You had begun to breathe slowly and deeply, just as you had learned in training. In for four, hold for four, out for four. The familiar timings of the count served to calm both your body and mind.

The presence of safety, of your general’s strength near you, was a very welcomed gift. You sighed from your chest once the world had returned to clarity and life size in your vision and you once again heard the murmur of celebration around you. Unfortunately, your reaction was not unfamiliar to you. The toll of seemingly endless battle drew on your very soul, leaving your body weak and weary. And yet, after dozens of times, not even a decorated soldier under the great General Jiyan could manage to snap yourself out of the hell on Earth that was your own mind, not on your own, not in a way that left you sane.

“I’m sorry, general. I let my head get the best of me. Thank you for-“

The hand on your shoulder squeezed gently but firmly, a message to stop talking. As you looked up to gaze in the golden eyes of your general, you were met with pure gentle care. His understanding smile reached his eyes.

You caved to your pure exhaustion. Wordlessly, he let you relax into him, your head coming to rest against the front of his shoulder. You sighed once more, lungs filling to capacity and deflating equally in rhythmic undulation as your spirit came back to inhabit your body, bit by bit. Your general was so warm, so caring, so safe. Eyes closing against his form, your breathing slowed even without your measured counting. One steady hand gripped your side while the other came to rest along your shoulder blade, forearm resting comfortingly against your tired back. He rubbed gentle circles firm into your spine, grounding and soothing the ache in your muscles.

“Don’t speak. Ive seen you pick up extra shifts, push yourself hard. It is the most worthy of causes, no one here faults you, least of all me. But your work is done today, soldier. Rest.”

There was no hint of a waver in his voice, no false sympathy or concern. This was General Jiyan. This was safe. You nodded into his chest, accepting the help you so desperately needed. Jiyan hummed his approval as he continued to soothe your back. You could feel him brush away the dusr, replacing its tentative shield with his own unrelenting one. Your very bones seemed to breathe again, and your thoughts wandered not to the chaos and havoc of the war, but to the warmth and comfort of your general’s presence as you were surrounded by a joyful camp, grounding you instead of letting you dissociate. This was safe, and so, you breathed.

#jiyan x reader #jiyan wuwa #wuthering waves #jiyan #comfort #platonic #cw: ptsd #cw: anxiety #cw: panic attack #cw: paranoia #I wrote this following my exhaustion from working myself out of a ptsd attack #jiyan hold me please

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Also love how Kuro handled children as characters in Wuthering Waves. Fucking thank you for treating them respectfully and appropriately, while also giving them great interactions with other characters!

Aalto and Encore are an adorable team and her and Verina together was so sweet! Their personalities shined and Im actually going to play Encore, I was happy when i pulled her because shes just a cute kid! I dont like children much but I have officially adopted sweet Encore she is my daughter now, me and Aalto can co-parent

#wuthering waves #wuwa #encore #cw: children #verina #aalto #dad aalto <33

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OH MY GOD CAMELLYA?? Holy fuck. My bisexual ass is going to explode, Kuro writes such fucking good characters. Shes so pretty, let me straddle her again

#wuthering waves #wuwa #camellya #i love her

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As much of a gorgeous cocky bastard Scar is, who is completely and utterly my type, i have to be honest and say that the guy I actually have eyes for is Mortefi <3. Scientists and men with glasses are not my usual but him?? Swoon. Mortefi my beloved I may main you just for that.

#wuthering waves #wuwa #mortefi

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do yyou write for male readers? If you do please make a scare x male reader/river pleaseee!! (It's okay if you don't want too :)

Hi anon!! That I do!! I would love to and I will, already have one drafted :). Its rather smutty however, but ill also be sure to write fluff and romance soon as well!

Thanks for the message and your interest!

(Yay i got my first ask omg im so excited yay :D)

#asks

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Oh woah i just finished the first chapter of wuthering waves and I didnt realize Scar would come back and I could fight him again. Oh my GOD his other form is gorgeous and his dialogue?? To die for I would like to join you now sir. Current WIP for him that I said would be out today is pushed back until the weekend because I an salivating and have to incorporate more of his quotes I am obsessed.

#wuthering waves #scar wuthering waves #scar wuwa

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I love-hate the fact that Wuthering Waves is so choice based because the moment I saw Scar I wanted to fight him and so I did but then I missed out on lore :(. Boo. Was worth it to see him move though <3

#wuthering waves #scar wuthering waves #scar wuwa

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Wuthering Waves: A Small 'Date'

#wuthering waves #scar

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Gn! Rover! Reader x Scar

Im going insane over this pretty boy so have a little blurb while I start writing for him <3

MINORS DNI - DARK AND SEXUAL CONTENT

Content warnings: slight choking, reader is vaguely injured, reader taken captive, dubcon but no sexual content, only suggestive. Super vague as this is a draft!!

I wrote this in an hour so it’s a very rough draft, I will post the much longer and revised version by tomorrow!

”I know you’re not one I can sway with simple words.”

Tousled bicolor locks fell in front of eyes of pure nectar, captivating and oh so distracting with every word he purred from that gorgeous mouth of his echoing around your pounding head.

The travel had taken its toll on you. You didn’t know how you’d gotten here. Didn’t you have your sword to his neck just a moment ago? Didn’t you have friends to get back to? But oh when his warm, strong hand squeezed around your neck ever so slightly to catch your attention, the situation became painfully obvious.

Those cruel lips had curled so pretty as he disarmed you in one swift motion, metal clattering to the floor and ears ringing as a large hand gripped your jaw hard enough to bruise and the other found its way to tie both of yours in place.

Only when lean muscle flexed against your back as he leaned to laugh softly in your ear did you realize the situation, the chill of fear running through you.

“But if you refuse to humor me then I have no choice.”

The smile he painted on his face was deceptively innocent, and you had fallen into his trap, distracted by his grandiose charm. And you would pay the consequences. Twisted and cruel maniac indeed.

#wuthering waves #scar #scar wuthering waves #scarover #scar x reader #scar wuwa #cw: suggestive #cw: choking #cw: injury

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Desert King

#masterpiece #one piece #sir crocodile #fucking look at him i cant breathe #hello #horny on main #GOD the colorssss are so good #cant get over his expression either #gorgeous gorgeous

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HALFLING WORM OF PROSPERITY NOW IN HD

(original by @l-aios )

#🥺 #THANKY MISTER CHILCHACK #(i love you) #chilchuck #dungeon meshi

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#im crying look at the baby #sanji #one piece