tartagliaxx

[tartagliaxx]

。[ A SONG OF MALICE ] MASTERPAGE

ㅤㅤ╰ GENSHIN VARIOUS X READER — a story about another reality where you play the game of life and death in the middle of a messy conspiracy bleeding into your court ...

SUMMARY !

"THEY HAVE WARNED YOU SO: THE HIGHER THE CLIMB, THE MORE PERILOUS THE FALL—"

The ducal house of Feiyun is known best for one thing and one thing only: wealth; and in the Liyue Empire where transactions are blood and life themselves, wealth is power. You are the eldest daughter of House Feiyun, born with a golden spoon and an ignorance fostered by the blinding shimmer of the Feiyun ambition. You meet an unfortunate demise when your fiancé was found to be colluding with the survivors of the fallen kingdom, Khaenri'ah. In your last moments, you utter the first and only prayer you have made in your short but extravagant life: "Let time be undone that I may wash these treacherous roads with the blood of my transgressors!"

"—BUT AFTER BEARING THROUGH THE FLAMES OF HELL, WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO FEAR?"

NOTES !

a semi-chronological set of stories about reader's life after the time regression

contains mature and graphic themes. read at your discretion.

heavily inspired by historical manhwas and loosely references real events

by nature, pretty historically inaccurate

reader uses she/her pronouns and wears gowns and dresses

to be updated every fridays ; gmt+8

main story can be accessed in ao3 but non-plot relevant/extra scenarios and headcanons will be posted here

MAIN STORY — READ HERE !

ㅤㅤLAST UPDATE: 07/21/23 (LÍNG — A CLOUDLESS NIGHT.)

ㅤㅤ*if the link doesn't work, try removing (href.li/?) at the beginning of the address

MISCELLANEOUS MASTERLIST !

ㅤㅤTHE WORLD IS YOURS AND YOU CAN'T REFUSE IT (soon!)

ㅤㅤSPRING APPEARS WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT (soon!)

© 2023 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐗𝐗. all rights reserved. do not copy, claim, repost or translate in any platforms without authorization.

#icymi

[tartagliaxx]

。SINKING IN SQUARE OCEAN

━━ PAIRING: tartaglia/reader

━━ CONTAINS: modern!au, usage of childe's real name, briefly mentioned college!au, childe is over 20, exes to open interpretation, not beta'd

━━ WORDCOUNT: 0.9k

━━ NOTES: figure it's childe who drags me back here. enjoy whatever this is that i thought of at 2am and wrote while half-asleep. anyway, don't be like them who wait for or send messages to your exes xoxo

━━ CHILDE'S BIRTHDAY 2023

A taunting red circle with the number 46 written on it (in some random Sans Serif font he couldn’t care less about) mocked him. He thought about it—played with the idea of tapping the irrationally vibrant gradient of the app and just copy-pasting a half-assed 'thank you' message stored and minutely edited in his notes app before tapping send and rinsing and repeating and—in the end, he chose to cling immaturely to the sincerity hidden under the wraps of his fragile humanity. He thinks of it this way; like the unsettling emptiness that sinks in when the bouncing Sony logo doesn’t hit the corners of the television screen. He doesn’t think he can bring himself to be half-hearted to anyone when they went through the trouble of greeting him on his special day. It’s a lonely feeling to be disregarded. He knows that. He’s the special boy of the day but he feels disregarded, and it’s a lonely feeling, and he’s reminded of it all over again so he groans into his pillow, suffocates himself a little before he’s back again to staring at the taunting red circle. 46 messages but none of them were from who he wanted it from the most.

He’s prepared himself for the inevitable disappointment at least three days ago. He’s psyched himself up saying ‘C’mon Ajax! It’s just a message! You can do without it!’ because yes, he can do without another repetitive, standard greeting that may or may not have confetti or cake emojis. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t count. He doesn’t hold it against anyone if they didn’t tag him on an Instagram story with a picture of him and their person together. It was fine. Pleasantries are overrated anyway.

So why? Why did this one—or the lack of it—hurt?

He’s not the perfect boyfriend. He thinks he’s particularly an even worse ex-boyfriend because ex-boyfriends cut you some slack and give you some space and never think about your shared times together at 11:45PM the night before an early shift. Good ex-boyfriends don’t stare at their phones, refreshing profiles and friends’ profiles for even the faintest shadow of their ex. Okay ex-boyfriends don’t make burner accounts like a freaking stalker just so he can still press the tiny heart button at the corner because he does like-love it. The photo. You. Who knows. But what he does know is that even bad ex-boyfriends let go and that’s the thing. Letting go is the one thing he can’t do and it all comes rounding back to his predicament. He’s staring at the taunting red circle that remains unchanging even as he blinks and swipes and opens and exits other apps. It stays the same.

Someone knocks on the door and he mumbles an unintelligible reply. He thinks he hears a ‘Good night, ‘Jax. Happy Birthday’ from his mother. When her footsteps recede and leave him back to the solitary confines of silence and his yellowed walls, it was 12:02AM. His entire arm feels cold and it’s partly because the fan was hitting it and partly because blood has moved down from how he’s been holding his phone while lying in bed. It’s uncomfortable. He feels his palm turning sweaty too.

So he drops it.

It falls and hits his hip and he winces while it clutters to his side over rumpled Spiderman bed sheets that he’s had since he was eight. Honey-ginger fans against his freckled cheeks before it settles, closing finally and accepting the nihility that comes with the darkness.

But then he snaps them open again and he blindly reaches for his phone, furrowing his brows as he’s assaulted by the light from his lock screen—a family picture taken on a very bright sunny day. He ought to change it for midnights like this. Later though, after he sets an alarm because he has to earn some way and tomorrow, he’s on the early shift.

It’s 12:08AM when he freezes. A taunting red circle with the number 47 written on it (in some random Sans Serif font he couldn’t care less about) mocked him. His thumb hovers over it, controlled by his mind that chastises his heart for feeling ecstatic when it can be anything but the thing he wished for when he blew his birthday candles. In the end, he steels himself from disappointment all over again, tapping the corner and feeling ice-cold water pour over him as he sees your nickname.

“Happy Birthday. More birthdays to co”

He knows that—knows you, knows that the ‘o’ in the keyboard is close to the ‘send’ beside the text bar so before you could try to exit the app or pretend to be offline, his fingers that were tensing from the cold aftermath of the rain were fumbling to type a reply.

“Tank u but mt bday is yestrday :P”

He cringes at the typos and the reply and the emoticon and he never wanted to die as much as he did today, a day after his twenty-something birthday. He lost count. Time stopped for him at twenty—at the day he moved back into his family home after dropping out of college and leaving you.

With his eyes squeezed tightly, he mutters hopes and wishes to a god he didn’t believe in. Still, he was willing to convert if they spared him the aftershocks of birthday magic. It’s only ten minutes after his birthday. That’s got to count for something, right? 

Seconds trickle by slowly but it appears. Three dots circle and dance cyclically and hesitantly but they do and he knows, at least, that the conversation’s not over yet, and that for now, that’s enough.

© 2023 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐗𝐗. all rights reserved. do not copy, claim, repost or translate in any platforms but reblogs are appreciated.

#icymi

[tartagliaxx]

。[ A SONG OF MALICE ] MASTERPAGE

ㅤㅤ╰ GENSHIN VARIOUS X READER — a story about another reality where you play the game of life and death in the middle of a messy conspiracy bleeding into your court ...

SUMMARY !

"THEY HAVE WARNED YOU SO: THE HIGHER THE CLIMB, THE MORE PERILOUS THE FALL—"

The ducal house of Feiyun is known best for one thing and one thing only: wealth; and in the Liyue Empire where transactions are blood and life themselves, wealth is power. You are the eldest daughter of House Feiyun, born with a golden spoon and an ignorance fostered by the blinding shimmer of the Feiyun ambition. You meet an unfortunate demise when your fiancé was found to be colluding with the survivors of the fallen kingdom, Khaenri'ah. In your last moments, you utter the first and only prayer you have made in your short but extravagant life: "Let time be undone that I may wash these treacherous roads with the blood of my transgressors!"

"—BUT AFTER BEARING THROUGH THE FLAMES OF HELL, WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO FEAR?"

NOTES !

a semi-chronological set of stories about reader's life after the time regression

contains mature and graphic themes. read at your discretion.

heavily inspired by historical manhwas and loosely references real events

by nature, pretty historically inaccurate

reader uses she/her pronouns and wears gowns and dresses

to be updated every fridays ; gmt+8

main story can be accessed in ao3 but non-plot relevant/extra scenarios and headcanons will be posted here

MAIN STORY — READ HERE !

ㅤㅤLAST UPDATE: 07/21/23 (LÍNG — A CLOUDLESS NIGHT.)

ㅤㅤ*if the link doesn't work, try removing (href.li/?) at the beginning of the address

MISCELLANEOUS MASTERLIST !

ㅤㅤTHE WORLD IS YOURS AND YOU CAN'T REFUSE IT (soon!)

ㅤㅤSPRING APPEARS WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT (soon!)

© 2023 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐗𝐗. all rights reserved. do not copy, claim, repost or translate in any platforms without authorization.

#—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin angst #genshin fluff #childe #ayato #zhongli #albedo #scaramouche #more tba but i'll keep it a surprise for now

[tartagliaxx]

。SINKING IN SQUARE OCEAN

━━ PAIRING: tartaglia/reader

━━ CONTAINS: modern!au, usage of childe's real name, briefly mentioned college!au, childe is over 20, exes to open interpretation, not beta'd

━━ WORDCOUNT: 0.9k

━━ NOTES: figure it's childe who drags me back here. enjoy whatever this is that i thought of at 2am and wrote while half-asleep. anyway, don't be like them who wait for or send messages to your exes xoxo

━━ CHILDE'S BIRTHDAY 2023

A taunting red circle with the number 46 written on it (in some random Sans Serif font he couldn’t care less about) mocked him. He thought about it—played with the idea of tapping the irrationally vibrant gradient of the app and just copy-pasting a half-assed 'thank you' message stored and minutely edited in his notes app before tapping send and rinsing and repeating and—in the end, he chose to cling immaturely to the sincerity hidden under the wraps of his fragile humanity. He thinks of it this way; like the unsettling emptiness that sinks in when the bouncing Sony logo doesn’t hit the corners of the television screen. He doesn’t think he can bring himself to be half-hearted to anyone when they went through the trouble of greeting him on his special day. It’s a lonely feeling to be disregarded. He knows that. He’s the special boy of the day but he feels disregarded, and it’s a lonely feeling, and he’s reminded of it all over again so he groans into his pillow, suffocates himself a little before he’s back again to staring at the taunting red circle. 46 messages but none of them were from who he wanted it from the most.

He’s prepared himself for the inevitable disappointment at least three days ago. He’s psyched himself up saying ‘C’mon Ajax! It’s just a message! You can do without it!’ because yes, he can do without another repetitive, standard greeting that may or may not have confetti or cake emojis. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t count. He doesn’t hold it against anyone if they didn’t tag him on an Instagram story with a picture of him and their person together. It was fine. Pleasantries are overrated anyway.

So why? Why did this one—or the lack of it—hurt?

He’s not the perfect boyfriend. He thinks he’s particularly an even worse ex-boyfriend because ex-boyfriends cut you some slack and give you some space and never think about your shared times together at 11:45PM the night before an early shift. Good ex-boyfriends don’t stare at their phones, refreshing profiles and friends’ profiles for even the faintest shadow of their ex. Okay ex-boyfriends don’t make burner accounts like a freaking stalker just so he can still press the tiny heart button at the corner because he does like-love it. The photo. You. Who knows. But what he does know is that even bad ex-boyfriends let go and that’s the thing. Letting go is the one thing he can’t do and it all comes rounding back to his predicament. He’s staring at the taunting red circle that remains unchanging even as he blinks and swipes and opens and exits other apps. It stays the same.

Someone knocks on the door and he mumbles an unintelligible reply. He thinks he hears a ‘Good night, ‘Jax. Happy Birthday’ from his mother. When her footsteps recede and leave him back to the solitary confines of silence and his yellowed walls, it was 12:02AM. His entire arm feels cold and it’s partly because the fan was hitting it and partly because blood has moved down from how he’s been holding his phone while lying in bed. It’s uncomfortable. He feels his palm turning sweaty too.

So he drops it.

It falls and hits his hip and he winces while it clutters to his side over rumpled Spiderman bed sheets that he’s had since he was eight. Honey-ginger fans against his freckled cheeks before it settles, closing finally and accepting the nihility that comes with the darkness.

But then he snaps them open again and he blindly reaches for his phone, furrowing his brows as he’s assaulted by the light from his lock screen—a family picture taken on a very bright sunny day. He ought to change it for midnights like this. Later though, after he sets an alarm because he has to earn some way and tomorrow, he’s on the early shift.

It’s 12:08AM when he freezes. A taunting red circle with the number 47 written on it (in some random Sans Serif font he couldn’t care less about) mocked him. His thumb hovers over it, controlled by his mind that chastises his heart for feeling ecstatic when it can be anything but the thing he wished for when he blew his birthday candles. In the end, he steels himself from disappointment all over again, tapping the corner and feeling ice-cold water pour over him as he sees your nickname.

“Happy Birthday. More birthdays to co”

He knows that—knows you, knows that the ‘o’ in the keyboard is close to the ‘send’ beside the text bar so before you could try to exit the app or pretend to be offline, his fingers that were tensing from the cold aftermath of the rain were fumbling to type a reply.

“Tank u but mt bday is yestrday :P”

He cringes at the typos and the reply and the emoticon and he never wanted to die as much as he did today, a day after his twenty-something birthday. He lost count. Time stopped for him at twenty—at the day he moved back into his family home after dropping out of college and leaving you.

With his eyes squeezed tightly, he mutters hopes and wishes to a god he didn’t believe in. Still, he was willing to convert if they spared him the aftershocks of birthday magic. It’s only ten minutes after his birthday. That’s got to count for something, right? 

Seconds trickle by slowly but it appears. Three dots circle and dance cyclically and hesitantly but they do and he knows, at least, that the conversation’s not over yet, and that for now, that’s enough.

© 2023 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐗𝐗. all rights reserved. do not copy, claim, repost or translate in any platforms but reblogs are appreciated.

#genshin #genshin imagine #genshin scenario #genshin x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin self insert #gi x reader #childe #tartagila #childe x y/n #childe imagines #childe scenarios #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x y/n #—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

[tartagliaxx]

Man with a Parasol – Doctor Baizhu and His Daughter

[tartagliaxx]

Happy Birthday, Alhaitham!

"Ah, look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap?"

"Shh... You're too loud, Paimon."

"Th—That's not true... Paimon was definitely whispering..."

"So, what do we do now? Someone opened the door for us, but who's going to wake him up..."

"Paimon heard it was his birthday today and wanted to stop by and say 'hello.' Why don't we leave him a note?"

"Paimon... Paimon isn't going to be the one to call him! If Paimon wakes him up, he's going to start asking lots of impossible questions!"

[tartagliaxx]

Alhaitham, Tighnari, Scaramouche, Zhongli, Dottore y Cyno

By tomanattsu

[tartagliaxx]

ah, to have kaveh help w/ tedious college work (´‐ ω‐) =з... writing essays are on par w/ giving presentations in terms of 'tasks u believe would be easy to get done, but actually they're not.'

i hope u get through yur essays in no time x3!

might be a bit of a silly question, but i was wondering what are yur favourite quests/ moments/

it's much easier to give the story its due attention when most of my time is no longer spent fighting for dear life in every combat bc my characters' build was based on vibes and vibes only.

-sandalphon

ah, to have kaveh help w/ tedious college work (´‐ ω‐) =з… writing essays are on par w/ giving presentations in terms of 'tasks u believe would be easy to get done, but actually they're not.' i hope u get through yur essays in no time x3! this might be a bit of a silly question, but i was wondering what is yur favourite quests/ moments/ events/ lore, in the game :3c? (i have started playing on a diff server bc i want to focus moar on the lore, and it's much easier to give the story its due attention when most of my time is no longer spent fighting for dear life in every combat bc my characters' build was based on vibes and vibes only (´-ω-`)). have a nice day!!

i can just see him running up to his s/o the next day w a very tired but proud smile and an invitation to go grab some drinks… 🥺 im gonna make myself cry… what i mean to say is, i wish i had a kaveh who completed my essays for me but no. the world said im too powerful and i should remain single to balance the books. (but yes. fuck presentations and finding related literature, i say as i finish both essays in a day out of spite)

honestly, i might be a bit biased bc hehehehehe my bbyboy alhaitham BUT! i was genuinely floored by the entirety of the sumeru archon quest. i was literally on the edge of my seat in every moment and i just adore the roles and characters of each member of the cast. when nahida said “the first sage of buer” bro… i was tearing up and having chills…

i’ve always been very particular abt the story bc its primarily why i kept playing genshin but at the same time, i also only pull for characters that i vibe with. fortunately, i have this condition where i perceive religiously farming for good artifacts as equal to feeding them well and… haha… i love my boys okay 🥲 i have an na account but one look at my 100% map in asia and im logging out and saying “nope… not today… no more anemoculi for me”

#—𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬

[tartagliaxx]

Canvas Tote Bags—now available in four different designs! Get yours in your favorite "tote-ally" adorable print <3 Some of them are inspired by Genshin Impact characters, Wanderer and Kaedehara Kazuha.

PH Local Links (thru Shopee): Genshin Designs | Misc Designs

International Link (thru RedBubble): Link

Genshin Designs are also now available as Stickers!

PH Local Link: https://shp.ee/jdgr2ci

#rb bc im being held at gunpoint by my partner /j

[tartagliaxx]

kaveh would get home from his work, change clothes, get a bunch of snacks for “dinner,” and work on your projects for you until 3am in the morning while alhaitham would make you a timetable, schedule a meet-up with you after work hours, watch you work while offering minimal inputs (read as: “don’t get distracted”) but also set-up alarms every 25 minutes as a reminder to force you into 5 minute breaks in-between your session. they are not the same.

#so i want them both #im so lonely it hurts :((( #or not #im just sick of writing essays 🔪 #genshin #genshin x reader #alhaitham #kaveh

[tartagliaxx]

hello friends 💖 i would like to promote a tiny collab thing i did w a small business owner… if u live in the ph, and ur interested in canvas tote bags w minimalist designs, why dont u consider buying our designs 😗💅 shopee links and pictures are utc… for intl people, it's also in redbubble (link also utc) and u can pick whatever item u wanna put the designs on apparently? ngl idk how redbubble works but ur support is greatly appreciated and will fund my future gacha addictions!! /j (also bc if u buy we might actually do this again but w ur fav characters so 🤧)

the designs:

genshin designs: https://shp.ee/td9bw3w

misc designs: https://shp.ee/gmkadaw

redbubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/-crystalarts/explore?page=1&sortOrder=recent

#if u buy u can briefly get the i became lei’s sugar parent for a moment package

[tartagliaxx]

Alhaitham never once believed that referencing records written in all languages would help one gain a comprehensive understanding of the world. However, this doesn’t mean that he stops his contemplation, for a silent record is not the end of the search for truth, but a method to raise questions.

[tartagliaxx]

hello friends 💖 i would like to promote a tiny collab thing i did w a small business owner… if u live in the ph, and ur interested in canvas tote bags w minimalist designs, why dont u consider buying our designs 😗💅 shopee links and pictures are utc… for intl people, it's also in redbubble (link also utc) and u can pick whatever item u wanna put the designs on apparently? ngl idk how redbubble works but ur support is greatly appreciated and will fund my future gacha addictions!! /j (also bc if u buy we might actually do this again but w ur fav characters so 🤧)

the designs:

genshin designs: https://shp.ee/td9bw3w

misc designs: https://shp.ee/gmkadaw

redbubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/-crystalarts/explore?page=1&sortOrder=recent

#—𝐥𝐞𝐢'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥'𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 #they'll also be available as stickers soon i think? #rb for exposure maybe?? idk how to advertise im sorry 😭😭😭 #genshin #scaramouche #kazuha #kazuscara

[tartagliaxx]

that's good !! omg i hope u enjoyed ur lazy day ahaha :3 sounds like it was fun and relaxing !! i've been ok !! just busy w exams.. as usual :( imy tho u were like my first big writer moot and i remember being soooo excited to talk to u <33 i'll def pop by more so i can chat if that's ok??

i saw exams and shivered instinctively… good luck with them tho! u got this 😤 idk abt how much of a big writer i was when we became moots but i very much miss you too and i would like it a lot if u drop by more often ❤️❤️

#—𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬

[tartagliaxx]

LEIIIIII HRU HRU ??? i hope u have been doing well !! <33 !! howas ur day ????

i’ve been doing well tysm for asking!! today has been slow and i mostly spent it lounging around doing nothing (which will be quickly amended tom me thinks 🥲) but anw,, hbu?? how are u lovely??? i also hope you’ve been keeping well!!

#—𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬

[tartagliaxx]

I think the anon meant that when you click on the header image it displays scara with a black background and you can't read what's written🤷

oh. AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH mb im a light mode user 🥹 its his monologue during *that* cutscene in the sumeru archon quest. its really just there for the aesthetic i wouldnt put too much effort into reading it…

#—𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬

[tartagliaxx]

How the hell does your header work tf

im unsure of what this question means… it’s saved as a png and created w a transparent bg..?

#—𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬