Why is Kaeya always so difficult to draw?

Color practice with a lazy Baizhu

Finnish: Homostellaankos? English Translation: Should we gay around aimlessly?

I love this stupid ass language

Always nice to add that...

✨finishing touch✨

Tämän vuoden jumppamottoni tulee olemaan "puolivillanen on parempi kuin nollavillanen."

Memories of the great Aranara hunt

I write for myself

*checks AO3 every few hours to see if I got any new kudos, comments or subscriptions*

First rule of Teyvat economics, you have to spend mora to earn mora.

Knights of Favonius are so F***king done - part 1: Amber, Albedo, Sucrose & Noelle

Kaeya's ready for Fontaine!

Tekstitykset sekaisin Ylellä

Curses losing context to history is interesting. Apparently the finnish insult "hunsvotti", generally translating to lout, scroundel or rascal - a term so mild and soft that it wouldn't even occur to you to consider it cursing, but something to be used as an insult in kids' shows and by people too tidy in their language to say "darn" without blushing - originally came from swedish, hundsfitta, literally "dog's cunt".

Which makes it easier to make sense of the records of finnish court cases from like 1500 to 1700 where somebody stabbed someone else for calling them that.

So, Genshin devs, you clever lads you,

You made this dude’s whole backstory….the song Bohemian Rhapsody.

And if you are all curious, and don’t mind spoilers,

Humor me.

No Celestia to grant me a vision, so I made my own (or a few)

Wait, does that make them delusions?

I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell

I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you. 

So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.” 

So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened. 

So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.

Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.

Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?” 

Took me almost a year, but now I have max friendship with 4 teams. I made these to celebrate!