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A Cloth Flower

Word Count: 630

Summary: Flowers discarded as soon as they bloom, yet love blossoms brighter still (Or, you try and fail to make a bouquet for a budding crush)

notes: i love men who are just a little fucked up

     A red spider lily, born of crimson cloth and wire sits upon your desk. Your hands work to add more petals, forming the flower into the form oh so recognizable. “How many am I gonna need?” You ponder, glancing up and rewinding back the tutorial that’s been playing for around three hours now, and stuck on the same spot for half that time. You weave the next petal into its spot, doubt seeding into your mind as the flower forms alongside. “Does he even like spider lilies?” You ponder, cutting the cloth for another petal as the guide speaks that this is the last step. “He's always haunted by death, why would he want more reminders?”

     So you scrap it, tossing the flower aside like the past three hours meant nothing. The vibrant red lily resting atop the scraps of cloth and projects abandoned as soon as started like a king atop his throne. You feel no remorse, not sparing a glance for the poor flower’s descent as your eyes are on the monitor ahead, fingers typing flowers that mean life and looking through results. 

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     A peach blossom, born of pastel cloth and wire sits upon your desk. Your hands work to add the last petal to the small flower, forming it into the third of the to-be bouquet. You glance up to the monitor and groan, despising the song that started but not having the energy to change it. Your hands insert in the next petal, your mind not noticing the size of the blossom growing one petal too large as doubt seeds in yet again, “wouldn't he hate a flower about life more?” your mind whispers, hands lowering the flower onto the table with little revere. Knuckles clack against the wood as your thumbs press down on the petals, bending them out of shape, “Haunted by death, yes, but infected with life… What if he hates it? What if he hates me?”

     So you toss them, blossoms fluttering down and resting beside the lily atop scraps of their own, yet another projected abandoned and yet another wasted night. One hand threads fingers through your hair as the other types, painfully slow, flowers that mean love.

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     “Could you go fetch our dear creative?” Kafka’s honey-sweet voice rings through Blade’s head as his shoes clack against the floor, coming to a stop at your door. He clicks the master key Kafka lent him to your door, pondering for only a second why the Hunters have such high tech doors as it opens. He steps in and the lights come on, illuminating your sleeping form slumped over the desk and the scraps of cloth sprawled around the wood. The cloth, an iris purple in hue is formed into an approximation of a petal, it seems you passed out mid-work. Blade steps towards the desk, stopping beside the chair as his eye is caught by the vibrant flowers left discarded in the trash. He reaches out, curious to feel the silken cloth of the creations you labored over, but his arm disturbs the chair and startles you awake.

     You make eye contact, Blade’s piercing gaze stuck on your eyes as you freeze up like a startled fawn. “...Why are you in my room?” You finally break the deafening silence with whispered words.

     “Kafka wanted you.” He holds out a gloved hand to help you stand, Kafka’s warning to “play nice” echoing in his head as you stand, reluctantly pressing your palm to his for support. Blade doesn’t question that strange feeling that clenches around his heart, seeing your hand clasped over his, and he doesn’t question the arm he offers you for support against your back when you walk. He’s playing nice, a blade doesn’t feel after all.

Bladie is so hard to write for because he's such a specific brand of little freak. like how do i know im writing his inability to speak normally correctly??

Being followed by the sexy girlbots again 😔

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Made on 27/9/23

Stellaron Hunters

Blade

A Cloth Flower

Summary: Flowers discarded as soon as they bloom, yet love blossoms brighter still (Or, you try and fail to make a bouquet for a budding crush)

Thinking about the inherit romance of calling someone by some kind of professional title or their full name and then during an intimate moment deciding to use their nickname or dropping the professional demeanor...

Greetings, my name is Dragon!

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Thinking about how things we enjoy are considered nothing.

Just here me out here

When people ask what you've done, what do you say? You've done nothing. All you've done recently is read, or play games. But those things make you happy, right? Reading is a hobby for me, not always books, I run an x reader blog, of course it isn't always books. I love playing games, Honkai Star Rail and Genshin Impact my love, but I always say nothing if someone asks me what I've done.

I'm not doing nothing. I'm making myself happy. But that isn't productive, and because it isn't, it's nothing. Nothing important, because people's joy isn't important, it's their productivity.

When you don't answer nothing to the question is when you've been working, "oh I've finished some homework" "oh I wrote a little" "I drew something"

Because people see anything that isn't productive as nothing important.

Anyways, I've been busy making myself happy recently, sorry about the dissapearences.

Little things he does - Scaramouche

Notes: Quick drabble before I fade back into the abyss. This is set after the redemption arc (kinda?) But he's still called Kuni/Scara, just don't question it. No pronouns used for reader.

Word count: 300

He won't admit when he bought something for you

It's a little habit of his, he'll always buy little things for you whenever he sees them. It can be small trinkets, food he knows you'll like, really anything. It's just, he'll never say he bought it for you, he's always got some other reason.

He loves doing things for you, but he just can't admit it

Tying in with the first thing, he buys lots of things and does many things to make life easier for you. But for some reason you don't get to know. He'll mend your clothes, take care of wounds, do work for you, little things for your convenience. He just, gets really nervous about you learning how much he does for you. Though, he isn't the best at hiding it- it's not that big of a mystery why your previously ripped clothes are now mended, or why there's food ready by the time you wake up- just please don't mention it to him. Spare his dignity, please.

He'll be vulnerable for you, and just you.

Scaramouche doesn't cry. He doesn't feel empathy, he isn't human. Most of the time. Around you, all his walls collapse. Sure, he might try to keep up his tough act around you- he's scared you'll get uncomfortable if he strays too far from the norm- but sometimes his facade breaks. He's a gentle person deep down, you know this well. His kindness whenever there's children around, the respect he gives to the elderly, it's evidence of how soft he is. And then there's the side he'll only show to you. The side where he's caring, where he softly traces shapes over your skin while holding you close, or warms up some tea for you when you're feeling down. The soft kisses he gives you in these moments, the gentle caresses of your face, the loving look in his eyes. It's all so sweet, so kind, so loving, and it's all yours.

Just so you guys know I didn't forget about this blog. I just. Didn't feel like posing.

In your embrace, I think everything will be ok - Childe

Summary: the dead of night in winters can get cold, unbearably so at times, even in Liyue. Who knew the easiest solution to getting rid of such a problem is to be in the arms of someone you love

Notes: I started writing this at 1:40 am because my cat was in my bed lol

Word count: 1,000

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff, author is permanently touch starved

     Silence rang throughout your room, yet you remained awake despite the moon having been up for long. Nocturnal birds chirped and you could hear the ambient noise of Liyue at night, yet you remain conscious. Your eyelids lay heavy on your face, yet your mind stays plagued with thought. Your mind wasn't racing, per say, but it was still working overtime. A rain of thoughts poured in your mind, not the kind of rain that could put one to sleep, but not a raging tempest either. It was in the uncomfortable middle, the thoughts were not pleasant but they were nothing worth crying over. You decided to simply let your thoughts run their course and wait until your mind finally got as tired as your body. It was going well, you thought, soon enough all these thoughts would run their course and you'd be floating off into Dreamland! That is, until a knock knock knock at your window stirred you out of your tiredness, and into a drowsy curiosity.

     Getting up from your bed, and leaning on the bedside table for support for just a moment, you made your way to the window to see what was making the noise. There, you were met with a familiar mop of red red hair and a familiar pair of cold blue eyes. Childe had a lopsided grin as he mouthed to you to open the window, pointing at the bottom for extra emphasis. You did as asked, though for a mere second you contemplated leaving the bothersome harbinger to his own, if you were to do that you're sure he'd still manage to get in some way, might as well be choosing to let him in, from the window or otherwise. You pulled him into your house, and stood back a little as he dusted off his pants (which, mind you, had no dust on them). He quickly turned to face you and took in a breath before starting his speech, "Good morning Comrade!" His chipper voice contrasted with the darkness of the room. You held your hand up to pause him and moved to turn on the lights so you could see him properly.

     "Why are you in my room, Ajax." You said with a monotone, almost unimpressed voice. You could see him light up a little at the use of his real name, and not the fancy harbinger title nor the codename.

     "Well it's simply so cold out tonight is it not?" He made his way to your bed and promptly sat down, quietly investigating the four different layers of blankets you had piled on top.

     You moved to the bed and sat down next to him, "So it is. But that does not answer my question. Why are you in my house, Childe,"  yet again your voice smooth and monotone. Your tired eyes looked up to meet Childe's, which were all too happy despite the horribly late hour it was.

     He grumbled about your lack of pet names and went on to explain, "Due to such frigid cold we have tonight-"

     "It has barely snowed an inch, Childe."

     "As I said, frigid cold, anyways- I thought about how horrible you must be in such icy temperatures! And I couldn't let my poor darling beloved just freeze!" He dramatically clutched his chest and looked away, an overdramatic 'pained' look on his face

     "An inch of snow, Childe." You could hear him breathe deeply in annoyance, and you had to struggle to not laugh.

     "So I thought-" his voice was uneven and just a little high pitched, his annoyance rang clear, "I thought that I should check up on my darling and make sure they are doing well and will remain warm in such hostile weather! And do you want to know how I could guarantee your comfort in such hard times?"

     "...how?" You stared him in the eyes and could see a mischievous glint in them.

     Childe took a deep breath in, clearly trying to make his answer big and dramatic,  "With cuddles!"

     The silence that followed was deafening. Childe was sure that you'd tell him to leave, but, to his surprise, you didn't. You started to shift on your bed, lightly tugging on the top most layer of blankets to reduce it to three atop your bed, and shuffled to get underneath and lightly patted the side next to you, conveniently left open. Childe stared at you in disbelief, were you going to allow his stupid idea? You sighed and said with your oh so calming voice, "I won't say no, if it'll assure you I'll be fine." Childe slowly moved to get under the blankets along with you, never taking his eyes off you. He adjusted to have his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer ever so slightly. His touch was gentle, as though he were treating you like precious porcelain. "I won't break, y'know,"  You reassured him, and with that you could feel his breathing slow and the weight of his arm over your side increased. He pulled you closer to him, moving you down in the process, just enough to rest his chin on your head. You could hear him breath in and open his mouth, as though he had something to say but the words died in his throat. And then again. And again. Then finally,

     "I… I love you," His voice was small, as though he were scared that raising it would cause you to shatter in his hands.

     You moved your hand to hold his, "I love you too, Ajax."

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Crying in the club this morning because my cats enjoy our gossip sessions as much as I do 🥺

All my Spotify wrapped did was call me mentally ill and a theater kid

You seem like a marching band kid, who probably plays the flute. Also a drama kid who is notable for screaming real loud and good. You also probably in choir and sang alto and got upset when the director told you to not sing too low. /pos

I know that /POS is supposed to mean something nice but every time I read it I think it means "peace of shit" lol

Rb if you want all the hcs people have about you in your inbox

Just started the Sumeru quest and I immediately inhale drugs. Twice.