@sageson & @wiindblume

«Whoever wins will claim the top bunk, what do you say?»

ㅤRock-paper-scissors, though? Oh, no. That would be far too tame. As much as Itachi loved to spoil these children, he was also very adept at making certain they could properly fend for themselves. With a deceptively innocent smile, then, he produced from his pocket a very specific type of bell that he borrowed from Kakashi.

«All you have to do is take this from me.»

Continued || @wiindblume

Naruto's smile could rival the likes of the sun; bright, illuminating even the darkest corners of Sasuke's heart. It warmed the icy layer that sealed in this stoic look upon his face, allowing the slightest contour of a smile to break through.

"Sure, if that's what you think."

Sasuke "wiped" the edge of his smile with a fist, as if trying to rub the glee off his lips before the other noticed. Which by now would have been too late.

"You're going to break your neck holding your chin up that high," he remarks, finding himself standing taller now that he was side-by-side with the Uzumaki once again.

Continued from [here] @wiindblume

Sasuke just happened to be here.

It isn't like Sasuke went out searching for Naruto, for his help. But he had gotten in over his head in a battle he had just barely escaped with his life from, and was currently being pursued by enemies. He is... bleeding badly. He needs some respite, and he needs someone who can help him fight and, as loathe as he is to admit it, someone he can trust not to betray him.

But when he spots Naruto, it was still with some hesitation he staggers over in his direction. But he does so--only straightening and pretending like he isn't suffering when Naruto is able to see him.

"I'm not back," Sasuke says thickly, his voice too strained to thankfully reveal any emotion he's feeling upon hearing Naruto's stupid nickname. "I just--"

What? Need help from someone I've cut ties with so I don't die? Something that goes against everything I've been trying to do?

"Like I said," he says, wiping the blood from his lip. "Help me this once and I won't ask for your help again."

@wiindblume asked: ' happy birthday, old friend. ' a familiar voice whispered through the winds as the image of the nameless bard appeared, hands offering a basket of what he could remember was his friend's favorite things : a collection of apples and cecilias to top it off. ' may you have a blessed day. ' ( nameless bard coming your way and hope that's fine !! )

                                  HE FROZE, unable to form the words to even react                        to who he was seeing  right  there  in front of him. A part of                         him wanted to believe that it was an illusion.  His eyes and                        mind merely playing a cruel trick on him. But when he took                        the backet with tremblings hands. It was all too real. He bit                        his lip, lowering his head  to  avoid  eye  contact.  He didn't                         deserve this. How  could  he?  What  he  had  done  to  his                         friends credibility and memory  by  just becoming a joke of                        a BARD. 

                                                        " Don't say that... "

                                 VENTI FORCED  out  despite  how  tight  his  throat                        had gotten. There  was  a  disconnect  forming in his mind.                        So  when  the  tears  began  to  fall  down  his  cheeks, he                         made no effort to  stop  them  from  coming.  All  he  could                         think  about   was   how   much   he  didn't  deserve  to  be                         celebrated. Not in the way his FRIEND did. 

                                           " I didn't do anything to deserve your                                               blessing. Not when... "

                                            Ah, he couldn't bring himself to finish.

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪsʜᴇs 𝟸ᴋ𝟸𝟹 ;; ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

❛ ' osmanthus wine tastes the same as i remember, but where are those who share the memory ?? ' ❜ the bard hovered slightly off the ground to be able to meet eye to eye with the other, a pout resting perfectly on plump lips. ❛ excuuuuuuuuuuse me, princess, but umm here i am ?? what do you mean ' where are those who share the memory ' ?? hello ?? do i just not exist to you ?? ❜ ( memeing it up )

unprompted. always accepting | @wiindblume

❝ See how dangerous it is to eavesdrop like that? ❞ Zhongli, unperturbed, looks at him. Trying to feel just as offended —except what he ends up feeling is the way the tip of his mouth tilts upwards. Almost inevitably. ❝ ...You exist. ❞

He 'remembers' that. Now more than ever. ❝ Of that I have no doubt. ❞

@wiindblume

ㅤThe crow lands near Boruto, careful to not ruin the package it's carrying - it's not heavy but it is voluminous, large enough for an adult person to cuddle in their arms. Attached, a note done in Sasuke's handwriting, though the author is someone else:

Axolotls are unusual amphibians. More specifically, a type of salamander. The pale pink ones with black eyes are called leucistic axolotls and are the most well-know mutant color. I saw (...well, no, I didn't, but you know what I mean) a few when last I visited Kirigakure, maybe next time you'll come along too to meet them in person.

ㅤDutiful that it is, the crow is also instructed to, once Boruto unwraps his present, get his attention and direct him to another gift - this one already waiting nearby, carefully balanced atop a wall. And, yes, the cake is very sloppy and clearly shows who baked it and under what limitations, but hey - it's the intention that counts, right? Besides, it is indeed very tasty! And another small note:

Please don't eat it all on your own. Although I can tell you from self-experience that your father lacks the moral high ground to scold you on this, should it come to happen. Happy birthday!

' what would you do if one day you wake up and your hair's gone ?? ' he's not implying anything.

unprompted asks! <3

aether slowly takes one step away from the bard, honey eyes narrowing in suspicion. "um... why....?"

❛  sit.  ❜  at  the  sight  of  the  other’s  long  hair  that  reminded  him  of  a  sunset,  the  bard  couldn’t  help  but  want  to  make  it  look  even  better  —  something  a  little  more  stylish  than  diluc’s  usual  ponytail.  he  just  hoped  the  other  wouldn’t  mind  his  overexcitement.  ❛  i’ve  been  wanting  to  braid  that  hair  of  yours  for  the  longest  time,  you  have  no  idea.  pretty  please  let  me  ~  ❜

@wiindblume + playing with ( 1 ) awkward man's hair

diluc remembers the clear distinction between himself and the bard that frequented his tavern on a nightly basis. after learning the truth, the lines that had once been so clear were muddled, leaving nothing but questions that lingered always at the tip of his tongue, but were never spoken aloud. all long, it was his god that sat in front of him on nights no different than this, that drank to his heart's content, and that sang as passionately as one with the title of ' mondstadt's most treasured bard ' should. knowing what diluc knew now; it only made perfect sense. he remembered the nights a certain trio, venti included, would get far too rambunctious in their alcohol - infused escapades, snapping the last shredded semblance of his patience up until the point that the three of them found themselves on the street and out of his tavern. now, diluc had to wonder if there was some sort of divine retribution to pay for such an act.

venti, on the other hand, never seemed to have diverted the way he looked at diluc at all. perhaps knowing had only changed his own perspective. after all; the young heir had heard far too many stories of his archon being spun throughout his childhood— ones that piqued his interest and brought joyous smiles to a child that could have only been described as bright eyed and bushy tailed.

' i really never would have guessed that such a thing would be on your mind. '

maybe the truth uttered out loud gave away his hesitance, but diluc would settle into a chair regardless. it was an odd thought that the god of wind and song had so long desired such a menial thing. perhaps he truly did wish to live side - by - side with his people in a way they wouldn't feel the weight of his title.

' i'll allow it just this once.. though you should know that twin tails won't suit me the way they do you. '

in that moment, diluc would not allow himself to be a burden on the simple happiness his archon had found in deciding that night would be the first time he'd let the desires he held in regards to his hair come to fruition. no— he would sit and allow his fingers to comb through his hair while his own thoughts raced to and fro; the gentility of his touch reminding him that venti had been venti to him long before he had ever learned the truth.

@wiindblume sent : ❛ how  do  venomous  snakes  kill  their  prey  ?? ❜   .  .  . ❛  in  cold  blood  !!  ❜ ( i'm so sorry )

oh. wow. that was . . . a bit awful. baizhu forced a smile, a small laugh — dry as a cough, but it was the thought that counts, right? he could feel changsheng move around his shoulders, and his heart briefly barreled in his chest in fear of whatever she was going to say.

" what are you on about? " she scoffed, " don't quit your day job, bard. you'd make a poor jester! "

baizhu cleared his throat and quietly pleaded for her to be nice. she made an indignant sound, and wrapped herself tighter around baizhu to bury her face within the coils of her body.

" don't mind her, she is very old and her sense of humor accounts for her age, " he said, "i think your jokes are . . . fun! "

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@wiindblume asked. ❛  hey,  old  blockhead  !!  ❜  the  bard  came  falling  from  the  sky  and  landed  before  the  other  with  a  sparkle  in  his  eye.  he  squished  his  own  cheeks  in  eagerness  (  and  perhaps  to  help  his  case  )  as  he  couldn’t  help  but  have  his  anemo  powers  assist  him  in  hovering  just  slightly  off  the  ground.  ❛  can  i  pretty  pleeeeeease  braid  your  hair  ??  every  time  i  see  you,  that  itch  is  there  that  i  can’t  scratch,  but  now  i’m  asking  for  you  a  chance.  you  know  i’m  good  at  it  —  i  mean,  look  at  my  hair  —  so  pleeeeeeease.  you’re  in  need  of  a  makeover  anyways,  you  big  buffoon  ~  ❜

✦ — unprompted | always accepting

The hand that can't seem to refuse the invitation to his hair stops at one of his braids. For a moment, Zhongli thinks he wants to add a touch of irritation to his voice. Especially, when he counters, ❝ I did not hear that. ❞

With nothing but a flat expression fixed in his direction. ❝ You can do whatever you want, Barbatos. ❞

The audacity with which he speaks amuses him, actually.

As he wonders whether or not the bard deserves a tug on the braid within his grasp, the gloved hand moves away, at last, so that he can begin to turn his back to him. Maybe another time. ❝ I don't have anywhere I need to be right now. ❞

[sugar daddy needed. sugar baby free.] the sign hanging around his neck and dangling to his chest read. he approached the captain with those puppy eyes as though to capture the interest of the other. | @wiindblume

As Venti approaches him, Kaeya simply quirks a brow. Admittedly, the sign gets a little smile from him. It is rather funny after all.

"You seem to overestimate my salary with the Knights." Kaeya drawls, a finger trailing down the cord holding the sign around Venti's neck. "I'd love to help with your situation, but I'm afraid I'm not quite qualified." His finger comes up to lightly tap the tip of Venti's nose.

"But I can spare enough to treat you to a drink or two in the mean time." Kaeya concedes after a moment, turning on his heel towards the nearest tavern.

👌 between naruto and itachi tho :3

shipping meme

@wiindblume suggested:

👌 to explore a PLATONIC relationship between our muses

Um yes please?? I have such a soft spot for Itachi as big brother and I can so see him doting on Naruto! <3 I actually need to finish a meta I'm working on about the relationship between these two, but consider: Itachi snuggling baby Naruto and baby Sasuke both at the same time. In a verse where Naruto is indeed an orphan, Itachi going out of his way to make sure he's eating well, lives in a clean house, has something as simple as toys to play with, taking him out for ramen at Ichiraku's, definitely making sure Naruto gets a hug whenever he needs/wants one! Also going to the academy to get Sasuke and the two of them walk Naruto home! and then Naruto being heartbroken when he hears about the massacre and his adoptive big brother defecting haha

But also! In my non-massacre verse, Itachi gets to stay around and help Naruto training - if there's anyone who can help Naruto improve his catastrophic chakra control it's definitely Itachi lmao. Itachi is also good at wind release, though it's not his main, so he can help Naruto with this too! AND AND. These two doing missions together?? Absolutely unstoppable. Naruto can easily compensate for Itachi's tiny chakra reserves, they can do a freaking fire tornado by combining jutsu, also imagine something like the rasenshuriken but it has wind nature AND yin nature?? Like, toss a shuriken into a room and immediately put everyone there under genjutsu. 100% cheatcode.

ALSO. imagine hokage!Naruto and Itachi as his ANBU #1 and personal body-guard. Man so much good stuff to do with these two and I already love all the possibilities!~ And I almost forgot but - if Naruto ever decides to follow through with that accidental first kiss and date Sasuke, Itachi will gladly be his wingman. Will also tell Naruto all the embarrassing baby Sasuke stories so that Naruto has blackmail to be used as needed. I'm just saying.

' so . . . ' the bard rubbed his chin in an attempt to look like an intellect. ' . . . what came first, the chicken or the egg ?? '

He couldn't say he wasn't amused. He could clearly see this was a fun little attempt at an intellectual conversation. How did this bard even know who he was? He certainly didn't look as though he was from Sumeru. And while he was a notable figure within their city, for someone to know who he was they would have to have been here before. And Alhaitham was fairly certain he had not seen this bard around before.

"Ah, the paradoxical puzzle that has yet to be solved. To really know the answer, we'd have to first know where everything comes from...wouldn't we?" He said, snapping his book shut as he turned in his chair, observing the bard closely. "I wasn't aware bards also had an interest in being scholars. Or perhaps you are a scholar already and are using your work as a bard to supplement income? Though... I can't say I've seen you here before..."

@wiindblume:

that's actually really cute wtf

Mika the president of the Venti fan club.

@wiindblume liked for a starter!

Diluc had never seen himself less devoted to their God than anyone else in Mondstadt.

But it was also a known fact that aside from (most of) the sisters, advocates of Barbatos spoke with some jest. Yet, that didn't mean the people of Mondstadt hated their God. Rather, most were happy to live in freedom, an autonomy that this land had grown to accept and thrive in. If anything, people loved their God for it deep down, even if some were to lose their faith in his existence for how most in this generation have never even caught a glimpse of said deity. Proof of this could be seen in places, such as how weird arguments arose between citizens of Liyue and Mondstadt, who had prided themselves on having a present God, starting a loud discussion of whose God was better.

Then, there was Diluc who stood in his winery, walking through the grapevines as he makes his way home after finishing a meeting with a potential client in Springvale. He stops as he looks down at the floor to his left, spotting white. When he inspects closer, there is more green in the shape of a cape, a man with a familiar youthful face sleeping peacefully in his garden. It was easy to see traces of some grapes close by missing from their bunch, some apple cores strewn about with a few wholes still in his embrace.

There is a long pause to simply stare, questioning their adventures with Dvalin and the traveler for a few seconds. After, Diluc decides to walk up to him, staring down at the sleeping thief.

"I know you're awake," he starts, an intrusive thought coming to the forefront of his mind, wondering if it would be too sacrilegious if he were to pick his archon up like a cat by the back of his collar. It was food for thought. "You need to stop stealing from my winery. The staff are starting to get suspicious."