I FUCKING FINISHED LETS FUCKING GO NO MORE EXAMS BB

I wanna know if Im alone in this lmao

This is beautiful , I love this and I would die for this.

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A loooooong overdue comic I've been meaning to make for @doll-puppet of their Bloodlust Devotion MC, Ava!! I adore her & her design so so much and have wanted to make fanart of her for a while now, and when they requested for me to draw them art of her interacting with Peony I couldn't help but seize the opportunity ❤️

I sincerely apologize for taking so long to complete your request 😭🙏 Time has not been on my side recently with life, school, & work getting in the way so I didn't really have an opportunity to finish it until right now. Thank you for your patience and I hope I didn't make Ava too OOC 😅

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Ava ©️ @doll-puppet / @dp-playhouse

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Peony ©️ me / @hemlock-haven

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I made a comic to make it more digestible.

Shares appreciated, I'm just trying to bring awareness here

Oooo, I thought of something maybe slightly cute! What about a yan Jing Yuan x Reader, but the reader tends to be much more affectionate with other people, and tends to be pretty formal with Jing Yuan?

Like...reader will hug and ruffle the hair of Yanquing and Yunli (much to their chagrin), but tends to be much more stiff with affection toward Jing Yuan, if showing him any at all. Maybe the reader thinks being affectionate with Jing Yuan would be considered inappropriate, considering he is the general and 'The Divine Foresight.'

The perfect distance

Yandere!Jing Yuan x Reader

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the Seat of Divine Foresight as you stepped through the grand doors, a small satchel of medicine tucked under your arm. Jing Yuan sat at his desk, the usual stack of reports before him, though his gaze lifted the moment you entered.

"Good morning, General." you greeted with a polite bow.

"Ah, if it isn't my diligent healer." he mused, resting his chin on his palm. "Come to check on me again?"

"Of course. The healers at the Alchemy Commission insisted on a follow-up after your last mission." You approached, setting the satchel down neatly before stepping back, hands clasped behind you.

"Always so dutiful. You know, a little informality wouldn’t hurt."

"Respect is important, especially for someone of your standing."

He chuckled, but there was a weight to it. "Is that so?"

Before he could say more, the doors burst open, and Yanqing stumbled in, panting. "General! The—oh, Y/N! You're here!"

Your entire demeanor shifted instantly. A bright smile broke across your face, and before Yanqing could react, you reached out, ruffling his hair with a laugh. "Look at you! Did you run all the way here?"

"Hey—stop that!" Yanqing protested, though there was no real heat in his voice.

Jing Yuan's fingers twitched against his desk.

You only grinned, giving Yanqing’s cheek a playful pinch before turning back to the general—your expression smoothing back into polite professionalism. "My apologies for the interruption, General. I’ll ensure your medicine is properly prepared."

Jing Yuan hummed, his gaze lingering on you. "No need to apologize."

You were warm with everyone else—affectionate, even. But with him? Only proper distance.

-----

The Alchemy Commission was bustling as usual when you arrived, the scent of herbs and medicine thick in the air. Lingsha glanced up at you.

“Back again so soon?” she teased, setting down a mortar and pestle. “Don’t tell me the General’s been overworking himself again.”

You sighed, leaning against the counter. “You know how he is. I swear, if I didn’t bring him his medicine personally, he’d forget it entirely.”

Lingsha chuckled, but then her expression turned sly. “Speaking of the General… anything new with him?”

“New? Well, his recovery is progressing, though he still insists on working through fatigue. His blood circulation—”

She held up a hand, cutting you off. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then…?”

“I mean, anything interesting? You’re around him all the time, and yet you never have anything to say about him besides his health reports.”

You shrugged. “There’s nothing else to say.”

Lingsha gave you an incredulous look. “Nothing? You’re telling me that the man who half of the Luofu sighs over doesn’t warrant any personal commentary from you?”

You frowned, genuinely confused. “I don’t see why it matters. I’m just doing my job.”

“That’s exactly the problem! You treat us like family. But with him, you act like a soldier reporting to a superior.”

Unbeknownst to you both, a certain silver-haired general had paused just outside the doorway, having been on his way to greet you—until the conversation took an unexpected turn. Now, he stood just out of sight, arms crossed, listening with far too much interest.

You sighed. “It’s different with him. It would be improper to act casually.”

“He’s still a person, you know.”

Jing Yuan, still eavesdropping, nodded silently in agreement.

You shook your head. “It’s not that simple. I respect his position too much to overstep.”

“Is that so?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Jing Yuan stepped into view.

“G-General!” you stammered, immediately straightening your posture.

“Speak of the devil.”

“I had no idea my presence was so… intimidating.”

You swallowed hard. “Not intimidating! Just… respectable.”

“Respect is one thing. But treating me like a statue is another, don’t you think?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it, unsure how to respond.

“Even he thinks you’re too stiff.”

Jing Yuan hummed in agreement. “Indeed. I was just passing by, but it seems I’ve stumbled upon quite the enlightening conversation.”

Your face burned.

Oh, this was bad.

----

The streets of the Xianzhou Luofu were alive with celebration—lanterns glowed warmly against the dusk, the scent of spiced wine and roasted delicacies filled the air, and laughter echoed through the bustling plaza. It was one of many festivals the Luofu held, but this one was special: a gathering to mark the General’s full recovery.

You hadn’t expected such an event to be held in his honor, much less to be personally invited. But when the summons arrived, you couldn’t refuse.

Dressed in simple but elegant robes, you arrived early, intending to help with the preparations. Yet the moment you reached for a stray decoration to adjust it, a familiar voice stopped you.

“Now, now. Must you always be working?”

You turned to see Jing Yuan standing behind you.

You quickly bowed. “General. I just thought I’d assist—”

“You’ve done more than enough,” he interrupted smoothly. “Tonight, you should enjoy yourself.”

You hesitated, but nodded. “…Understood.”

Jing Yuan lingered for a moment, as if waiting for something more, but when you said nothing else, he chuckled and turned away, disappearing into the crowd to attend to his duties as host.

Left to your own devices, you did what came naturally—you kept busy.

You helped a group of children untangle their kite strings, laughing as they tugged at your sleeves, begging you to join their game. You chatted with the servers, exchanging jokes and lighthearted complaints about the hectic preparations. And when you spotted a young man struggling with a heavy tray of fruits, nearly tripping into a table, you immediately stepped in, steadying him before disaster could strike.

“Careful” you said, helping him adjust his grip.

He exhaled in relief. “Thank you! I swear, these trays are cursed.”

You grinned. “Just take it slow.”

He smiled back, grateful, and before long, the two of you found yourselves sitting at one of the long banquet tables, sharing a drink and easy conversation. He was a junior clerk from the Sky-Faring Commission, you learned, and his stories about bureaucratic mishaps had you laughing into your cup.

You didn’t notice the pair of golden eyes watching from across the plaza.

Jing Yuan stood near the edge of the festivities, a cup of wine untouched in his hand.

How effortlessly you showed warmth to others.

And yet, with him, you still kept that careful distance.

Then, with deliberate steps, he began making his way toward your table.

The clerk noticed first, nearly choking on his drink when he recognized the approaching figure. “G-General?!”

“Mind if I join you?”

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up being whisked away from your conversation, but Lingsha had appeared out of nowhere, looping her arm through yours with a cheerful, "There you are! I need your help with something!" before dragging you off without another word.

"What’s the emergency?"

She huffed, adjusting the sleeve of her robe. "This sash won’t stay straight. Fix it for me?"

You sighed but obliged, fingers deftly retying the fabric. "You could’ve asked one of the attendants."

"And miss the chance to rescue you? Please. You had no idea what is going to happen next."

You paused. "…What?"

Lingsha waved a hand. "Never mind. Just—try not to look so approachable to random people tonight, okay?"

Before you could ask what she meant, she was already slipping back into the crowd, leaving you standing there, confused.

Shaking your head, you decided to find Yanqing and Yunli instead—familiar faces, easy company. You spotted Yanqing first, the young swordsman grumbling as he tried (and failed) to sneak a pastry from one of the dessert trays. You snuck up behind him and ruffled his hair.

"Hey—!" He whipped around, scowling, but the moment he saw it was you, his expression shifted to exasperated fondness. "Oh. It’s you."

"Miss me?"

He rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away when you playfully tugged at his ponytail.

Yunli, ever the composed one, merely raised an eyebrow as you approached. "Must you torment him?"

"Absolutely," you said, reaching up to adjust the slightly crooked pin in her hair. She sighed but allowed it, her lips twitching in amusement.

Meanwhile, across the plaza, Jing Yuan was surrounded.

People of all kind—all vying for his attention, some with thinly veiled flirtation. He smiled, nodded, gave polite replies, but his gaze kept drifting—past them, past the crowd, to where you were, laughing with his disciple as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The night had been a blur of laughter, music, and far too many cups of Xianzhou’s strongest liquor. You hadn’t meant to drink so much—truly, you hadn’t—but between Yanqing daring you to try the spiced wine and Lingsha cheerfully refilling your cup every time it emptied, you’d lost track.

By the time you realized you were swaying on your feet, it was too late.

The world spun pleasantly as you wandered away from the feast, the cool night air a welcome relief against your flushed skin. The lanterns blurred into golden streaks, the distant hum of voices fading as you found yourself near one of the Luofu’s tranquil ponds, the water shimmering under the moonlight.

You plopped down at the edge, legs dangling precariously over the water, and giggled to yourself.

Oops. Maybe too close.

You leaned forward—just a little—to peer at your reflection, but your balance betrayed you.

For a brief, dizzying moment, you felt yourself tipping—

Then strong arms caught you, pulling you back against a firm chest.

“Now, now,” a familiar voice murmured, “That would be a rather undignified way to end the night, don’t you think?”

You blinked up at him.

His silver hair glowed under the moonlight, his golden eyes crinkled in amusement. He looked unfairly handsome, and in your drunken state, you saw no reason not to say so.

“Wow,” you breathed, reaching up to poke his cheek. “You’re really pretty.”

His eyebrows shot up.

Then he laughed—a deep, rich sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Is that so?”

You nodded sagely. “Mhm. Like a painting.”

His gaze softened. “And here I thought you only saw me as ‘The Divine Foresight.’”

You scrunched your nose. “That’s stupid.”

“Oh?”

“You’re Jing Yuan,” you declared, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You laugh at bad jokes. You forget your medicine. You let Yanqing win sometimes even though he definitely doesn’t deserve it.”

“I see alcohol makes you rather… honest.”

You sighed dramatically, flopping back against him. “I’m always honest. You just never listen.”

He hummed, shifting to steady you. “Then perhaps you should tell me something else.”

“Like what?”

“Why,” he said, voice dropping to a murmur, “you treat everyone else with such ease… but with me, you keep your distance.”

You frowned, struggling to form a coherent thought through the haze of liquor. “Because… you’re important.”

“And that means I deserve less of your kindness?”

“No!” You huffed, frustrated. “It means I can’t mess up. If I’m too casual, if I say the wrong thing—what if you realize I’m not as put-together as I pretend to be?”

The confession tumbled out before you could stop it.

Jing Yuan went very still.

Then, slowly, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “That’s what you’ve been worried about?”

You pouted. “It’s a valid concern.”

He chuckled, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. “Silly thing. Do you really think I don’t know you?”

“I’ve watched you scold Yanqing for skipping training,” he continued, amused. “I’ve seen you trip over your own feet in the halls. I know you sneak extra sweets when you think no one’s looking.”

Your face burned. “You—noticed that?”

“I notice everything,” he said, “Especially when it comes to you.”

Your drunken brain short-circuited.

Before you could respond, he sighed, shifting to lift you into his arms. “Come on. Let’s get you somewhere you won’t drown.”

You whined but didn’t protest, too busy marveling at how nice his chest felt to lean against.

Somewhere in the distance, Lingsha watched the scene unfold—then smirked and turned away, deciding some things were better left uninterrupted.

>The Morning After<

Your head pounded.

Groaning, you buried your face into the pillow, willing the world to stop spinning.

Wait.

Not your pillow.

Your eyes flew open.

This was not your room.

Oh no.

Fragmented memories flashed in your mind—Jing Yuan’s arms around you, his laughter, your embarrassingly honest rambling—

You sat bolt upright, then immediately regretted it as your skull throbbed in protest.

A cup of water and a small vial of medicine sat on the bedside table, along with a note:

"Drink this. We’ll talk later."

Your heart hammered in your chest as you scurried into the Alchemy Commission, still nursing the remnants of your hangover. The moment you arrived, you grabbed the nearest healer by the sleeve.

"Switch shifts with me. Please. I'll owe you forever."

They blinked at your desperate expression but shrugged. "Uh… sure?"

You nearly collapsed in relief. Perfect. Now you could hide behind the counter, avoid all human interaction, and—most importantly—never have to face him again.

-----

The General of the Luofu was distracted.

Reports lay unfinished on his desk, his usually sharp mind clouded with thoughts of you—your drunken confession, the way you'd curled against him, the way you'd finally spoken to him without that infuriating formality.

And then you'd vanished.

His fingers tightened around his brush.

Did you regret it?

Was it just the wine talking?

Or worse—had that clerk from the Sky-Faring Commission caught your interest instead?

The brush snapped in his hand.

"…I see."

He exhaled slowly, setting the pieces aside. He was Jing Yuan, the Divine Foresight. He did not lose composure over such things.

…Yet here he was, standing up, cloak already swinging over his shoulders as he strode out of his office.

Fine. If you wouldn’t come to him, he’d find you himself.

----

You were safe.

Hunched behind the counter, pretending to organize herbs, you let out a slow breath. Maybe if you stayed here long enough, he’d—

"Where is Y/N?"

Your blood turned to ice.

You ducked lower, praying that he wouldn’t see you.

"They, uh… switched shifts?" the other healer said nervously.

Footsteps. Moving away.

You nearly sobbed in relief.

…Until a shadow loomed over you.

"Hiding, are we?"

Slowly, painfully, you turned your head.

You swallowed.

"G-General! I—uh—was just—"

"Crawling away?" he supplied helpfully.

You winced.

Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping the back of your collar like a misbehaving kitten. "Up."

You yelped as he hauled you to your feet.

You knelt before him in the empty side room, hands raised in surrender, face burning with shame.

"Explain."

You gulped. "I… may have acted inappropriately last night."

"Oh?" He tilted his head. "How so?"

"I—I drank too much. I said things I shouldn’t have. I embarrassed myself—and you—and then I ran away like a coward—"

"So you do remember."

You nodded miserably.

"And yet," he continued, voice dropping, "instead of facing me, you chose to hide?"

You flinched. "I thought… you’d be angry."

"Angry?" He laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. "I was worried."

Your eyes widened.

"Now," he said, stepping closer, "come here."

You blinked. "Wh—?"

"I can’t hear you from there."

You hesitated, then shuffled forward on your knees until you were right in front of him.

He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his voice a low murmur.

"Now. Tell me again—why did you run?"

"I… was scared."

"Of?"

"Of… you realizing I’m not as composed as I pretend to be."

"I already told you—I know you."

You bit your lip.

"And," he added, fingers brushing under your chin, "I rather like the real you."

"So no more hiding," he murmured. "No more formality. Understood?"

You nodded weakly.

"Good." He straightened, offering you a hand. "Now get up. We have work to do."

You took it, your face still burning.

After The Incident (as you now referred to it in your head), things… changed.

Not drastically—you weren’t suddenly clinging to Jing Yuan’s arm or calling him by some ridiculous nickname—but the stiffness in your interactions had melted away.

You still bowed when necessary, still addressed him with respect, but now…When he made a terrible joke during strategy meetings, you rolled your eyes instead of forcing a polite laugh. When he "forgot" his medicine (again), you scolded him openly instead of couching your words in deference. And when he teased you—which was often—you gave as good as you got.

Jing Yuan, for his part, seemed delighted by this shift.

But there was something else, too.

A lingering glance when someone spoke to you a little too familiarly.

A casual step closer when a visiting diplomat eyed you with a little too much interest.

A look—one that had even Yanqing gulping and backing away when he tried to drag you into another ill-advised sparring match.

At first, you thought you were imagining it.

But then Lingsha smirked at you over her tea.

"You really don’t see it, do you?"

"See what?"

She just laughed.

Whispers spread through the Luofu.

"Did you hear? The General personally reprimanded that merchant for overcharging them."

"He reassigned three clerks just because they were rude to Y/N in passing."

"I heard he nearly leveled a training ground because someone accidentally knocked them over during drills."

(That last one was an exaggeration.…Probably.)

It hit you one evening, as you sat across from him in his study, reviewing supply reports.

He was leaning back in his chair, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly mussed from running a hand through it one too many times. He looked… relaxed.

And then it struck you—

He likes having you here.

Not as a subordinate.

Just… as you.

Jing Yuan noticed your stare and raised an eyebrow. "Something on my face?"

You shook your head, smiling slightly. "No. Just thinking."

"Dangerous habit" he teased.

You threw a crumpled piece of paper at him.

He caught it effortlessly, grinning.

No one dared to mistreat you.

No one dared to overstep.

And no one—absolutely no one—dared to flirt with you within Jing Yuan’s line of sight.

(You weren’t sure whether to be exasperated or touched.)

But when you mentioned it to him, he merely sipped his tea and said,

"I have no idea what you’re talking about."

You snorted.

Liar.

-----

I'm currently facing writer's blockkkkkkkkkkkkk.(╥﹏╥)

The day is almost over for me and it was a bit hard

I had 3 exams and could go out to celebrate cuz I have another tmrw but

I really wanted to draw smthing small for my birthday so I did

I really want to go back to drawing Eve and a shit ton of fanart so I will

Maybe

19 already jesus

Frozen came out 10 years ago help I feel old

AIBDWAODJ ITS SO GOOD

DROP DEAD 💗💖💞GORGEOUS💞💖💗🌟🌟

Im so glad that Im not the only one with a bld brainrot

I really love how clean the sketch! And the facial expressions are so good too!

Seth x Peony is an absolute top and canon in my head cuz they are so cute

Also James' disturbed face is so funny too

ALSO

You are so talented like its not funny

Drawing poses is so hardd and drawing James with his big ass tiddies too.

Your's is spot on💗💗

Hey y'all 👋😊

So sorry for the lack of new art!! It's Midterm season rn and I won't have time to draw until Spring Break next week 😭💔

So in the meantime, have some old unfinished doodles I have on hand that either: a) have yet to be polished & uploaded officially, or b) weren't planned on being uploaded until today!

Spoiler alert: it's more Bloodlust Devotion art bc I am a shameless Seth simp LMAO

I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

Green and purple definitely

Reblog and see if you get a color.

PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.

FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.

GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.

RED: I’m in love with you.

PINK: I have a crush on you.

TURQUOISE: You’re hot.

CHARTREUSE: I sincerely wish you would notice me.

TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.

BLUE: You are my Tumblr crush.

ORANGE: I dislike your page.

YELLOW: PLEASE FUCK ME.

WHITE: PLEASE MARRY ME.

GREEN: I find you cute.

BLACK: I would date you.

BROWN: I dislike you.

Adding my own SAGAU brainrot to the pile

Creator!Reader | Word count: 1551

Someone is speaking.

It’s in a language you don’t recognise. But you still gravitate towards it without a second thought. You haven’t seen anyone in months. Haven’t heard another person speak in just as long. The whole living as a Disney princess off the land had been going pretty well so far; you had ample food, water and shelter. But you were lonely. Squirrels and birds were cute, but they didn’t understand you. You previously had never gone over a few days without speaking to someone that would speak back. And the lonelier you got, the more uncomfortable you became. Hyper aware of the cold and your lack of shoes, unable to relax due to the roaring sea that crashed constantly against the nearby craigs.

You pause as you reach the edge of the forest. Peering through the thin trees to the sandy beach you had woken up on only a month ago. There’s a woman there, muttering to herself as she paces along the length of the beach. She is also dressed as the character Yelan from Genshin Impact. Blue Hydro vision replica and all.

Still. She’s the first person you’ve seen in months. The first person you’ve seen since you woke up on this beach. It’s not weird enough to dissuade you from making your way down to the beach.

“Hello?” you call out.

For a moment you think she might not have heard you. That your voice, brittle with disuse, was overwhelmed by the crashing waves. You open your mouth again to call out to her again, when she turns sharply towards you.

The words she speaks are just as unfamiliar as before. But the fact that they’re spoken by another person is more than enough to fill you with relief.

“Hello,” you say again. Hopeful that that word is universal enough that she will recognise it as English. Even if she doesn’t speak the language. “Can you understand me?”

The woman—you try not to think of her as Yelan—looks at you consideringly. She takes a step forward, hands flexing at her side, before pausing.

“Greetings,” she says, bowing shallowly. Her accent is entirely foreign to you. Rolling the r and placing hard emphasis on the consonants. It makes her tone sound harsh, even though her body language and voice are relaxed.

You smile uncertainly at her.

“This envoy has been searching for you.” Her words are spoken with obvious care. It’s apparent from the concentration on her face, never mind the awkwardness of her speech, that her English is not fluent. But it’s such a massive relief to find out that she can understand you at all. You can’t help the relieved grin that works its way across your face. There was an envoy? A search party? Send out to find you after all this time? You had half given up on the possibility of ever seeing civilization again.

“Thank you. You’re a live saver. What’s your name?” You ask, after telling her yours.

She looks at you with the same assessing gaze. Taking you in; your scraggly hair, your threadbare clothes, your bare feet.

Whatever it is she’s looking for, she seems to find it. Because she crosses the distance between you, pulling her coat off her shoulders and throwing it over yours. It’s far too narrow to fit comfortably, but the fur trim against your face is so incredibly soft that you can’t resist the urge to brush your cheek against it. You snap out of it a second later, looking down at her with an embarrassed grin.

“This one’s name is Yelan,” she says.

It makes you frown. Maybe she really was nothing more than a weird cosplayer. But even so, this was still a person. One that presumably had a way off this island.

If she was even real. Your heart lurches at the horrible thought that this was some kind of mirage, crafted by your loneliness. An illusion would disappear the moment you took your eyes off her.

Moving faster than you thought possible, you grab her wrist. She feels real. Her arm is solid and warm beneath the thin material of her sleeve. You think you can feel the beating of her hard beneath your fingertips, but it’s just as likely to be your own.

“Sorry, I just-“you drop her hand. Abruptly aware of what you had just done. “Sorry I didn’t mean to. Please don’t leave me here.”

You do not look up and see her expression. Embarrassment and shame mixing in your gut. Instead, keeping you eyes fixed on your feet.

“This one will not leave Guyun Stone Forest alone,” the woman says softly. “Follow.”

She leads you to a shockingly large boat moored not far off the beach. You wonder how it was possible to have missed it. But you know the answer just as quickly as the question had crossed your mind. You had been far to occupied wallowing in your own loneliness in your makeshift shelter. Hidden away from the elements and the outside world alike. You wonder if there were any other similar vessels or search parties you missed.

A hush falls over the vessel as you board. The crew glancing nervously between themselves as Yelan helps you from the rowboat onto the deck.

The silence is cut by the sound of a woman yelling something, in that same unfamiliar language. You look towards the sound and are shocked by the sight of another woman dressed as Beidou. Electro vision catching the sun light as she walks towards them, chatting jovially all the while.

You are suddenly hit by the thought that what if there are not just a bunch of cosplayers working in search and rescue. After all what kind of search party had access to an eighteenth-century style vessel with canvas sails and rigging? You look up, towards the crow’s nest, and sure enough there’s a young man there dressed like Kaedehara Kazuha.

You look back down at the woman dressed as Beidou. You look at her vibrant purple eye, her overly confident demeanour and say, “Beidou?”

The woman, Beidou, tilts her head to the side as she says something that you assume to be a greeting or acknowledgement of some kind. She looks to Yelan with a predatory smile speaking all the while.

You don’t have much time to process the revelation before Yelan is grabbing you by the upper arm and leading you beneath the deck. Grip far too firm to be a mere suggestion. You suddenly feel incredibly overwhelmed. Is this some kind of Isekai scenario?

Yelan opens a door to a cabin, escorting you inside and finally letting you go. The cabin is sparse, little more than a bad nailed to one corner with a hempen blanket, and a bucket in the other.

“You’re name… it’s really Yelan right?”

“Do not leave this room,” she says in lieu of an answer. “Listen to the captain, listen to this one. This one promises Your Grace will reach the shores of Liyue Harbor safely.”

She leaves. Locking the door behind her.

You watch the closed door with disbelief. Waiting a moment before checking the latch, verifying that it really was locked—it was—before sinking to the ground in a daze.

And just like that you’re alone once again. Only this time, rather than being stranded on an island surrounded by friendly fauna and the open sky, you’re stuck in the dank hull of a ship all by yourself. You want to curl up in a ball on the bed. Only you can feel the boat creak and shudder around you. You’re too scared to move from you perch on the floor, one hand braced against a bed leg. Scared that the moment you let go the boat will lurch, and you’ll be flung across the room.

You realise that Yelan (Yelan from Genshin Impact) said that you would reach the shores of Liyue Harbor. But she never said what would happen afterwards.

It is, by far, the worst possible scenario. You can feel the panic building inside you. All-encompassing, loneliness forgotten. You feel the sting of betrayal. You had followed Yelan in good faith. Thinking that she was your path to rescue, your safety line. Only… for this.

The boat lurches, waves crashing deafeningly against the hull. It drives all thought from your mind other than fear. You’ve never been on a boat like this before. Never been beneath deck in a ship where you could smell wet wood. Where the ship was weak, flimsy enough that you could picture it smashing against the water after the drop from a tall wave.

The ocean only becomes more violent as you fall further into your state of blind panic. Louder and louder. More and more violent. You realise now, just how gentle the waves against the rocky outcrops of Guyun Sone Forest had been. The bucket, the only loose thing in the room, starts rolling around. Getting thrown around more and more violently as the boat crashes down on the uneven sea, again and again and again.

You know without a doubt, that this is the worst day of your life. You wonder how long the voyage to Liyue Harbor is meant to be.