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crimsonji · 1 year

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୨୧ reader on their period (+ cramping)

" reader has their period, how would their boyfriend help? "

ft. kazuha, tighnari, wanderer x afab!reader (seperate)

cw: fluff and kinda crackfic?, wanderer doesn't know what a period is, modern-ish au, mentions of bleeding (not graphic though), wanderer's part little angsty (maybe ooc)

>> 🍁 kazuha's musings : another self indulgent one bcus im cramping reallll badly right now, if you're on your period i send my best wishes lol. also also! i have this hc that wanderer's body is that of marionettes (in that, they don't have that specific body part, so wanderer doesn't have a period lol) non binary wanderer? so true

✦ Kaedehara Kazuha

He's so worried when he notices you're hunching with an arm wrapped around your stomach in obvious pain, at first he thought you got physically injured before you had to awkwardly explain that you were on your period. At first, you didn't feel the need to tell him, thinking that since he's a guy he wouldn't really know what to do.

Kazuha looks a little sheepish when you have to explain your situation, saying that he should have noticed (there wouldn't really be any way for him to tell, he's just very serious about aiding you in whatever situation) and immediately asking you if you need any pads or whatnot.

Please be wary when asking to buy period products for you, Kazuha's already aware of the general period cycle but anything outside of that is beyond him. Since when did period products have sizes? and some of them are scented? In the end, Kazuha just bought anything that seemed to be good and said he was stocking up on pads for you.

Kazuha's much better at comforting you instead of being sent on errands to buy pads, he's heard that heat helps reduce the pain, so the first thing he does is brew you some hot tea and wrap you around a knitted blanket. If your cramps are so bad that you can't do much of anything, he's so incredibly sweet, fulfilling any of your cravings and (if you're comfortable!) massaging soft circles on your lower belly and whispering haikus gently into your ear. Things seem so much more irritating on your period, but by Kazuha's side, a part of you is almost glad your cramps are so bad--being babied and cuddled to the moon and back by Kazuha is so comforting and warm, you almost forget that your uterus is fighting for its life.

If you just want to be left alone during your cramping session, he'll leave you outside occasionally dropping by your room to refill your cup of tea and deliver snacks. Kazuha will be quite taken aback if you have a bit of an attitude during that week, but he tries to not take it that personally and you always apologize profusely afterwards, your boyfriend is so adorable and caring, how could you ever be rude to him? Sometimes, you'll hear a knock on the door, and turn to see a slip of paper be slid under the crack. It's a haiku, followed by a short note written in delicate handwriting.

"Let me know if you need anything, dove, I'm here for you :) -Love, Kazuha"

Sometimes he'll bring you his cat, Tama, to let you pet and cuddle with (unless you're allergic to cats). He pretends to act a bit disheartened, seeing you rub your face lazily against his cat's fur with pure contentment on your face. Really, you'd rather cuddle with a cat than your ever-so-attentive boyfriend? Kazuha's just kidding, but he wouldn't mind if you'd rather be in his arms instead.

He poetically tells you that if he could, he'd take away your pain so he would be hurting badly instead. It's a bit cheesy but you really appreciate how much he cares. Even during a month when your cramps aren't that bad, Kazuha will still be very attentive, asking if you've drunk enough water or if he needs to buy you any more pads. He also takes a mental note of what day you got your period so he can prepare you snacks in advance.

✦ Tighnari

Tighnari's quite knowledgeable in this area, well, at least the 'scientific' side of it, he's already fully aware of what happens during a period cycle. But when it comes to actually dealing with it, he doesn't know much more than the next person. However, he does have some incredibly effective pain medication to handle your cramp, so that's a plus! He's very observant, so when you start acting even a little bit strange he'll begin to wonder if you're on your period. Not in the 'Oh you're mad? Must be on your period, then." way, though! Tighnari genuinely cares and worries about your health more than anything, so if you were hurting, please do tell him and he'll find any way to help you!

Even if you had things to do that day, he's extremely adamant about not letting you do any work. He tells you that if you're in pain, you should rest and take the day off, it's not you're responsible if it's out of your control, after all. He's basically a father to Collei, so Tighnari has helped her through her own periods, which means he feels perfectly capable of caring for you. Tighnari knows that Collei can develop an immense craving for sweets during that week, so he offers you your preferred snacks before you could even ask.

Also gives you a heating pack to help with the pain! He'll let you pet his ears to distract the gut-wrenching feeling, gently running his hands up and down your back to relax your muscles. Tighnari can't help but at least give a small lecture on menstrual cycles and such, you need to be informed on such things, right? He'll shut up if you look kind of irritated, opting to just stay quiet and let you enjoy resting your head on his lap.

✦ Wanderer

...Kindly inform Wanderer of what a period is.

Joking. Well, a little bit, when you informed Wanderer that every month you bleed for a week straight, he was slightly freaking out at this new revelation. Wait, you BLEED? For a week? Are you okay? Are you dying? Did someone punch your gut so hard that you started bleeding? He's going to put that lowly scum in his rightful place for hurting you-- Please stop him before he tries to kill anybody in revenge for your monthly cycle. After a step-by-step explanation of what happens during your period and why, he pauses for a short while before opening his mouth and saying "Gross...' ah, yep, that's a typical 'Wanderer' response.

Despite himself presenting as effeminate, he has no real body parts to 'prove' his sex or gender, not like it mattered to him. But, he still boasts about how humans can be so fragile at times, whereas his 'vessel' was specifically made to act as an archon without a menstrual cycle weakening him. It's a little amusing, he acts apathetic but it is still kind of... embarrassed maybe? Talking about such a subject with Wanderer is similar to how a little kid would react.

It's actually his first time dealing with something like this, so bare with him for the first few times you're on your period. In the future, Wanderer's thankfully much more unfazed about the whole thing and flatly remarks to remember to bring your menstrual products.

He's quite annoyed at how much upkeep it takes to care for the human body, and he flat-out refuses when you ask him to buy you pads. Really, the audacity you have to ask Wanderer of all people to send him on his way like a little errand boy, who do you think you are? ...You're his lover, and despite his reservations, he only mutters a whiny retort before going out. You're kind of surprised, it didn't take much of anything to convince Wanderer this time.

Now, Wanderer's gone through what some would say 'hell on earth, but he doesn't think he's faced a bigger adversary than figuring out what type of product he should buy. Simply staring at the wall of pads was enough to make his head start spinning, and he ended up snatching whatever was closest to him once he started thinking too hard about how you use a tampon. He lightly reprimands you for 'forcing' him to buy them for you, he knew literally nothing about what you were dealing with other than the fact that you're bleeding, which even after being educated is still something that concerns the Wanderer.

You try to humour him, but you can see the way his annoyed glare immediately turns into genuine panic when he sees you suddenly stiffen and clench in a shock of pain in your gut. He immediately strides over to where you sit on the couch and takes hold of your hands, eyes struck with worry in a way that nearly made your sudden pain feel worse. His eyes linger on your lower stomach, silently waiting for you to give some kind of sign that you weren't going to get worse.

It's stupid, he knows, it can't kill you and your body is nothing but a chore to care for, yet seeing you in pain strikes a cord in the Wanderer's heart arising from cold flames in a way that reminds him of his past grief. He can feel his cheeks burn when he realizes how impulsive he just was, letting go of your hands and refusing to meet your gaze.

"...How can I make it better?"

He seems a bit softer from that point on, at times blurring the lines of being rather sensitive. Wanderer still complains a bit, but you know by the way he gazes upon you when he thinks you're not paying attention that, really, he does care. More than anything. He silently pours a cup of tea, handing it to you without a word. Heat helps with the pain, is what you told him. You had fallen asleep at some point, the gift of unconsciousness distracting you from the constant throbbing pain you felt. How stupid, Wanderer thinks, letting him entrust you in your times of pain, falling asleep so he had the perfect opportunity to betray your bonded trust.

He's thinking all of this while silently caressing his fingertips along your lower stomach, sooner or later finding himself laying beside you, a strange feeling of contentment stirring in his empty chest. Maybe a part of him likes being the one to heal your pain.

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha smut #tighnari x reader #tighnari fluff #tighnari x you #kazuha x you #tighnari smut #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche wanderer #wanderer x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #wanderer x you

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aimerays · 6 months

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right before the confession

summary: they've known you for a while now, and it's finally time.

characters: xiao, kaedehara kazuha, shikanoin heizou

xiao doesn't care for mortals and their silly emotions. that is, until he meets you. suddenly, he's experiencing the very feelings he had deemed foolish and useless.

xiao arrives at the balcony of wangshu inn, but upon seeing you leaning on the railing with the most peaceful expression he's ever seen, he stays hidden. he watches you take in the crisp night air, the wind caressing your features. though he knows it's strange for him to think so, the thought crosses the adeptus's mind that you look very pretty. your eyelids are half closed, and the steady rhythm of your breath is enough to keep him in a trance. xiao stays silent, watching you for a few more minutes, trying to capture all of your beauty in one single snapshot in his memory. he's aware it's wrong of him, but who is he to disobey the pounding in his chest? then, he hears you whisper, "i wish xiao were here," and it's all he needs to step out of the shadows and finally tell you how he feels.

kazuha has always looked out for you, regardless of if you were accompanying him on a voyage at sea or simply taking a stroll in the outskirts of narukami island. the feelings developed so gradually that he isn't sure when he started thinking this way.

kazuha beams. the weather is especially good today: the sky is clear, and the wind is telling him there won't be a storm anytime soon. because of the wonderful weather, he's invited you to... well, he's not really sure himself. all kazuha knows is that he hasn't seen you in a while, and that has to change. he fidgets with the piece of paper in his hands. he's decided to reveal his feelings today, and to do that, he's written you a haiku. it's unlike kazuha to be restless, but as each second passes, he grows more and more nervous. when did he get so bold? was this actually a bad idea? would you reciprocate his feelings like he hoped? kazuha's mind is running wild, and he considers crumpling the paper and tossing it somewhere no one will ever find. maybe he could throw it in the sea the next time beidou invited him onto her ship. before he can follow through with anything, though, kazuha sees you in the distance, grinning widely and waving. this sight is enough to convince him. clutching the paper, he waves back and makes up his mind.

heizou, perceptive as ever, always picks up on the smallest of changes in your behavior. he's known about your growing feelings for him, but he could never quite pinpoint his own.

heizou has noticed the way you sneak glances at him and treat him just a little differently than you treat everyone else. he knows that everything--all the "evidence" in this "case"--points to you reciprocating his feelings, but he's never had the courage to confront you about it. it's weird and really out of character for him, and heizou's aware of this. he knows about his reputation as the flirty and confident ace detective, but even so, he can't bring himself to be honest with you. he swears his heart skips a beat when you look him in the eyes, and the confidence drains from his body as soon as you smile. finally, after weeks of being pestered by his colleagues at the detective agency and everyone around him, heizou spills everything he's been thinking. starting with exactly how he feels about you.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #heizou #shikanoin heizou #heizou x reader

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sodamnradd · 1 year

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Hermione is alone on the porch when he arrives.

Everyone is asleep inside, drowsy after Molly’s Sunday roast and countless bottles of celebratory champagne.

Her stomach twists into a thousand tiny knots.

“Congratulations.”

“Don’t,” she says sharply, another knot welling up in her throat.

Beneath the amber lantern, his eyes are bloodshot. The last time they saw one another, they were bright and melting, burning holes into her skin that she wished to fill with him.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and stands there, looking at her.

She can’t stand the weight of his gaze, so she stares at her knee. At her hand on her knee. At the sparkling jewel nestled around the finger of her hand on her knee.

“I still read Muggle literature,” he says, sitting beside her.

They used to discuss Muggle books for hours, far past curfew, hiding in empty classrooms where nobody could find them.

She notices he’s holding a slip of parchment.

“Different material, though,” he resumes. “Poetry. You know how you would look at the oil landscape on the fourth-floor corridor and say a storm was brewing, but I envisioned it as the end of one?”

“It was literally titled ‘Brewing Tempest’.”

“Not,” he taps her knee with his, “the point.”

She smiles.

“Poetry is kind of like that. Imaginative. Inclusive. Even a stranger can read a few lines and feel at home.”

“Why haven’t you written to me?”

“I was giving you time to be with your friends. You missed them.”

“I miss you.”

The parchment rustles in his hands. It’s folded eight times over. He folds and unfolds it restlessly. “I’m not a writer.”

“I know that.”

“Neither are you,” he adds, insulted by how quickly she agreed.

She breathes a laugh. “I never claimed to be.”

“Do you know what a haiku is?”

“Did you write me one?” she asks, amused.

“No. But I found one that expresses how I’ve felt these last few weeks, watching you slip away. It’s by an American poet. Billy Collins. Maybe it’s too late to give it to you, but I knew I’d regret if I didn’t at least try—”

Hermione snatches it from his hands.

Draco rebukes her impatience, but he rambles when he’s nervous and she's brimming with curiosity.

“Where are you going?” she calls after him.

But he’s already halfway gone, shaking his head like he can’t stand to be there anymore.

Heart in her throat, Hermione reads:

He may compare you

to the dawn, but I

stayed up all night to watch it.

She reads it again.

Twice more.

And then she’s running.

“Draco!” she cries, afraid the pop of Apparation will go off before she can stop him. “Draco!”

It’s too dark and she hasn’t cast a Lumos spell and she can hardly see where she’s—

“Oof!” he gasps as she barrels into him.

It’s the sweetest sound she’s ever heard.

Hermione throws her arms around his neck.

“I made a mistake! I never should have said yes. You didn’t write, so I thought you didn’t want me. You never said anything at school. But I’ve felt this awful regret since the moment he put the ring on my finger and I know it’s because of you. I know—”

He cuts her off with a bruising kiss, pressing into her with such conviction, a thousand knots come undone. Hermione buoys.

The next day, Ron awakes, groggy and hungover.

Alone.

A letter sits on his bedside table. Hermione’s engagement ring sparkles on top.

(588 words, prompt: it's a poem, I read this haiku by Billy Collins and remembered this prompt and had to do something with it.)

#sodamnrad #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #dhr #dramione drabble #drabble #sodamnraddrabbles

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kazyurmao · 6 months

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What it Means to Love p.i

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What it Means to Love: p.i

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Childhood friend Kazuha x Reader

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⚘ Synopsis: You are in love with your childhood best friend

⚘ Warnings: Unrequited, angst, no comfort (not really angsty angsty though)

⚘ 1300

⚘ Beautiful Stranger

It was during third grade when you took notice of a particular platinum-blond-haired boy. He was peacefully sitting on a bench that was close to a communal garden. He was reading a book—you remember this book, ‘In the Moonlight’ by Yosa Buson—you remember how he flipped the pages, he was so delicate. The boy sighed every single time he read three pages—he was breathing calmly—he let the wind guide his lungs.

He was so peaceful—unbothered by the distant chattering of children chasing each other. You remember how the boy was so focused on his book—that he had failed to notice how you were now sitting next to him.

You sat silently (of course.)And you stared at him, engrossed in the small world he had kept flipping the pages. Haiku after haiku, you had noted, how he had already begun to recite poems, that were pasted onto pages. He whispered them—yet you could hear. It sounded so romantic—so calm that you couldn’t help but close your eyes and hum.

And that's when he took notice of your presence—and that’s when you took notice of the red streak of hair on the right side of his head. He stared at you—looking deep, almost as if he was analyzing you, and you couldn’t help but show a toothy smile. Your smile, oh your smile, a missing tooth—yet it was a smile of innocence, “Hi!” you couldn’t help but exclaim in an exciting tone. A faint flushed-out red appeared on your skin—your cheeks and nose—and you extended your left hand. The cute eyes of the boy, his red eyes, resembled so much like the maple leaves that fall in autumn.

The beautiful boy didn’t say much—he gave a tiny nod to acknowledge your presence, but that didn’t mind you! As long as he knew you existed—that was enough for you.

It was just like that.

You invited yourself to be with him—you brought your books to read, and while they were not as complicated as the one he carried—it was enough. You have noticed a few things about him. He was quiet and calm. He preferred to be by himself. However, he wasn’t entirely introverted—he did talk a few times, especially when you needed help pronouncing a few words. One word to describe your new friend was—poetic.

“Kazuha, my name is Kazuha.”

⚘ Silent Love

It was in seventh grade—when you noticed that your face became more flushed when you saw your heartbeat pounded—bounded—poured—its love to him. You observed—you had attached a red string to his heart with yours. The boy—Kazuha—was so lovely and so sweet. He smelled like maple. You are not sure if he smelled like maple because you kept bringing Momiji Manjū or if he naturally had the scent of maple leaves. He is so caring—a gentle boy who never lets his anger get the best of him.

It was the beginning of spring when the ice melted; the trees began to regain their leaves. The wind blew towards the east, and you both were lying amongst the plains that followed the wind. You had suggested—to Kazuha—to take you out for a small picnic. It was a simple picnic—finger sandwiches with a teacup of maple tea. Sweet treats were scattered among the small blanket, the basket he had carried, set aside. He was reciting poems—and you—oh you, gracefully heard his sweet voice consume your heart.

You lay on his right—looking at his pale cheeks, your breath hitched, “Kazuha—.” His name left your lips—it was a sudden urge to spill his lovely name, “Kazu….” he had let out a small hum—not daring to look at you—giving him one of your sweet smiles. You were content—everything was perfect you wish this is how it will always remain—him by your side. Forever and ever, you wish for him to stay by your side.

“I know what flower to grow next, cyclamen—I’ll grow cyclamens”

He turned around—now facing you—and smiled gently, “That sounds lovely.” The wind blew your hair, as well as his, it was a period of quietness.

Forever with you—with him.

⚘ Happiness is a Butterfly

You thought you had misheard—you did hope. It was winter when you heard eternity shatter.

“Hm? Them? Oh….” it was a hesitant, his words—held—uncertainty. He was with his group of friends. You both were hanging out less, but you had hope—hoped—it was because he was busy or something. Yet here he was. He was talking to his friends.

He wasn't talking about any girl—he was talking about

You.

“I don’t like hanging out with them, I have been avoiding them for quite a bit. I just think they are too clingy. They aren’t quite—like at all—I just wish they could leave. Do I sound rude? It’s just that….” and again.

Again.

He hesitated—he knew—you knew—that you were listening in to his conversation, “Is it sad that I don’t even consider them as a friend? They call me their best friend, but I can’t even promise I can reciprocate that feeling.”

It was his sweet words that punctured your heart. It was his sweet words that your tears burned your eyes. It was the sweetest rejection. You stared down, not even wanting to confront him, you wanted to keep listening. You had become addicted to his sweet words of rejection—yet it wasn’t even a rejection of love but as a friend.

You took a step back, wiping your tears, you began to walk away—you knew he wanted that.

⚘ The boy who swallowed a star

It was in tenth grade.

It was a rekindle of what you had missed. It was as if the wind had whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You stood in front of the same garden, the first place you ever saw him, he stood there with an apologetic smile. His smile was so sweet—stretching his arm to give you….a small cyclamen.

His soft eyes—his cute red eyes with yellow glitter, his platinum blonde hair, his red streak, his soft hands—everything was so sweet of him. You could smell his scent of sweet maple. It was so comforting, that he recited another of his sweet haikus—letting the wind blow his sweet words to your ears. It was as if the string that was in your heart reappeared to connect you once again to him. “I’m sorry.” he simply said those words—the words you had yearned for centuries. He cupped your cheeks, softly rubbing his thumb against your left cheek. It was a plain, yet, sweet apology.

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He reappeared in a matter of seconds. Showering you with sweet gifts and poems every missed friendship anniversaries (the ones that were lost) were remembered. What was once a boy who did not initiate contact, had become clingy. In a desperate attempt to regain the ‘best friend’ title. He was so sweet and romantic with his gestures. Each poem was dedicated to his muse—you. Cupping your cheeks when you are sad, kissing your forehead when you are having a bad day, buying you sweets to brighten up your day. He will be the one to listen to you rant, and he wouldn’t get angry at you.

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“What’s this Kazu?” a small gift sat on your lap. He had entered the room and placed the small gift on your lap—of course, it was another gift but what was the occasion? He immediately kissed your cheek, making you flustered. Your heartbeat accelerated, it was excited, he whispered into your ear, “A little someone to always stick by your side when I’m not with you.” He was so cheesy, so sappy, so poetic, you smiled and opened the box.

It was a brownish—red—teddy bear. Ironically the bear smelled like maple, you could only laugh, “It smells like you!”

It was always him.

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Miffyur’s note:

Hello! (I did change my name, I just didn’t like ‘Mao’, anyways), this is part one of ‘What it means to love’. Hope everyone likes it!

Also, I did notice my Diluc fic has some….misspellings. To be fair it was rushed, soooo I might re-write it. (also I know it’s all over the place, so I might change the formatting again <3

Thank you for reading,

Miffyur

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#genshin x you #genshin impact #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha x gn reader #kazuha x reader angst #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n

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zeenimf · 8 months

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zeenimf | Writeblr Introduction

Hello everyone~ New Name, New Theme, New Me! But still sticking to Dutch url's starting with z. Zeenimf translates, perhaps not unexpectedly, to Sea Nymph. Even though my prose could be described as lofty and swirling without clear direction, is there any difference between the currents of the wind, and those in the depths of the ocean? Regardless, life has thrown me two curveballs, but we're not out yet, and I'm excited to start posting a little more again~! much love x

⁕ I'm in my mid-twenties and speak Dutch, English, Japanese and Swedish. ⁕ I don't think I can pick a favourite book, but I just finished Malinda Lo's Last Night at the Telegraph Club and am currently reading the short story collection yoru ni kakeru. ⁕ My haiku can be found on my new blog @kitsuimiko. I will be slowly moving my poems to there in order to free up my main blog for... sapphic nonsense, probably. ⁕ zeenimf is pronounced [zeɪnɪmf], roughly zay-nymph. ⁕ Apart from writing I like to play musical instruments, games, and do anything that can be done with a cup of tea and a slice of cake. My integrity will melt into a puddle when presented with a strawberry shortcake. Do with that information as you wish.

※ Phei of the Wind ※

NA Introspective High Fantasy A lost spirit guide abandons her home in the clouds to prevent the surface world from collapsing under the weight of a betrayal long forgotten. There mysterious forests have swallowed cities whole, and the spirits she is meant to guide are nowhere to be found. Follow her as she travels east to learn about her ancestry, meeting a cast of eccentric characters and lush surroundings. introduction post | masterpost

※ Farewell my Eyjafjörður ※

YA Sapphic Supernatural Thriller A piano prodigy loses her connection with her instrument as she struggles with her sexuality and her relations to her three childhood friends. Only when vengeful spirits take over the secluded fishing town of þokuvík, is she forced to confront her own emotions in order to ensure her body remains just that, hers. re-introduction post coming soon, let me know if you'd like to be tagged

※ Where the Sea Ends※

NA High Fantasy An elf is faced with the death of her Mistress, leaving the realm without the one prophetised to save them all from the rising tides. She does what anyone else would do, travel through the foreign human lands in order to find a way to resurrect her Mistress and prevent the world from vanishing completely. And although gods and monsters are no struggle for her, navigating the world of human politics and relations isn't something she will be able to do on her own. introduction post | masterpost

※ Starpath ※

NA Mystery Science Fiction By smuggling antique furniture from his home planet, Brim can finally allow himself to take it slow. But when a deal goes horribly wrong, he is pushed into a conflict between the ruling corporation and cultists claiming the existence of an ancient home called ‘Earth’. introduction post

※ So Long, Traveller ※

Short Story A traveller finds himself in an eerie train station surrounded by faceless passers-by. Unsure how he got there, he ventures deeper into the station where the only way out seems to be the train departing from platform fifteen. Yet he can't shake the feeling that something—or someone, perhaps—wants nothing more than for him to get on that train, and didn't that conductor seem eerily similar? full story

※ The Tale of Rook ※

Short Story Everyone will walk a trail one day, but only when they are ready for it. But Rook did not expect to find herself walking the trail of the Fox, a creature whose existence itself is questioned. They've spotted a fox in the darkest and coldest caves on the island of Rinth, as well as in the centre of the scorching deserts of the east. But nobody has met the fox and come back to tell the tale. Yet Rook wakes up on the sandy beaches of the trail, without a fox to guide her, or the dozens other lost souls ensnared on the trail. full story

※ Other Projects ※

All my other projects, from short stories to poems will be archived using a separate post, which can be found using the link below. short fiction masterlist

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deepdeanvsweston · 12 days

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Detective gang and their tumblr blogs

Daisy's blog: dykes4detecting

- has one blog for absolutely everything she posts, and it's all a pretty pink colour

- does also have a rarely used sideblog for fashion

- occasionally makes alarming but nonchalant posts like 'someone threw me into the Nile yesterday lmao'

- but in the tags of the same post it'll be the most devastatingly tragic admittance of feelings you've ever seen like #it was so scary though... #im scared of showers now because of it and it makes me feel so stupid #like getting my feet wet gives me heart palpitations wtf???

- also makes posts like "you'd think people would put a little more effort to kill me considering the effort I put into stopping exactly that" and nobody can tell if she's shitposting or not

- reblogs a lot of historical lesbian content and the occasional Killing Eve gifset

- also reblogs poetry, especially sapphic obviously

- posts her own blackout poetry which is quite popular

Hazel's blog: woctordatson

- back when she was 12/13 Hazel had an entirely BBC Sherlock themed blog which was in fact actually popular and well known, in tumblr anyway

- did not change her blog name from this phase

- used to write Sherlock/Watson fanfic and post it

- (Daisy brings it up every so often and when she does Hazel tells her she wished she'd drowned (jokingly ofc))

- now has several blogs for different things because she likes having everything organised

- one of the blogs is called a-stamp-a-day where she (you guessed it!) posts a stamp a day, and a little bit about it

- (I hc Hazel to collect them and have a focused interest in them)

- another blog is poetry themed, and she ofc reblogs all of Daisy's blackout poems

- reblogs a lot of those gif stimboards (visual stimmer fr fr)

- LOVES the haiku bot

George's blog: beetles-and-boatles

- posts a lot about the Mary Celeste which are half detailed research posts and the other half is just 'the mystery of the Mary Celeste lives in my head rent free'

- may also post about other unsolved mysteries too

- made one joke post about Daisy acting like he didn't know her and posting 'ok so in December the Guardian says this girl died after a cult member threw her overboard a boat in Egypt and yet the BBC had an article last week reporting how she was at her father's funeral??? I have Questions'

- however it blew up and now Daisy Wells is lowkey an unsolved mystery tumblr superstar. George finds this hilarious

- also posts pictures of his pet beetles and infodumps about them

- very very very occasionally makes an incredible vague post about his crush like 'he adjusted my school tie and I leant into his hand,,, having a crush is horrific'

Alex's blog: spaceistrans

- says he doesn't have a doctor who blog but so clearly has a doctor who blog

- has doctor who quote "In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important" as his header

- draws a lot of cute little pride icons, especially aromantic ones that are fairly popular

- also posts a lot about space like "there's an eclipse today!!!" and then he makes a post of the times in different countries you can see it

- reblogs all of George's unsolved mystery researched posts with super supportive tags like #this is so well researched!!!

- has a scheduled post each month that just says 'fuck you mom' (Daisy spam reblogs this every time it shows up on her dash)

- reblogs a lot of dw fanart and gif stimboards

#murder most unladylike #mmu #daisy wells #hazel wong #george mukherjee #alexander arcady #mmu headcannons

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 1 year

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Hello! I was hoping to request a Platonic! Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa x Child! M! Reader (Like 9-10 years old.) M!Reader is kinda like Albedo and Kazuha from Genshin Impact, they enjoy doing experiments and stuff related with alchemy and enjoy drawing and painting pictures of anything at all whether it’s people, nature, air objects like Albedo. But they also have an air of tranquility around them and are polite and well-spoken but also enjoy writing haiku’s and basically love taking in nature and aren’t “bratty” or “greedy.” There just… them.

How would this workout with Dazai, Chuuya, And Akutagawa? Meeting them in like a park and this kid just sitting on a bench somewhere alone, drawing and not playing with the other kids. Like they approach this kid I guess and ask them why they’re alone and reader just looks up at them and says something along the lines of “Though yes, I am alone, I prefer it this way because nature’s breeze and air have quite the effect, don’t you think? especially when you’re alone. It's almost peaceful, like the world around you has disappeared. Poetic, don't you think?” After that they just keep meeting this kid until like a sort of sibling-like bond blooms since they’ve never met a kid like reader someone who sees right through them and understands them completely.

Under the tree

Headcanon: Where the etiquetteless meets the royals. (Part 1) ft Platonic! Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa x Child! M! Reader Masterlist Tysm anon for the idea! Hope this reaches you like my blog did. Just a request, please request for a part two the see the interaction again (because the post was going very long).And i will be changing pov to much please bear them :3

Dazai:

He lost his suicidal guide 101.

He was just passing by the child’s park when he spotted a boy,who was sitting alone unlike the rest of the kids who were playing with others Normally, Dazai wouldn't interfere in these kinds of matters, but seeing the kid sitting alone, writing on a notebook while being different from the others, it reminded him of Odasaku, his late friend.

So there he was, beside the kid who looked up to see a stranger looking at him blankly.

“Shouldn't you be playing with other kids?” he asked, viewing the notebook the kid held.

You looked up to him with a stare, simply replying with “I prefer being alone stranger-kun, i don't want to interfere with other’s play”

“So what are you writing Uh…” “Y/N” “Yes Y/n?”

“A Poem!” “That's really nice, can I see it?”

Needless to say, he was awestruck to see such a beautiful poem by a kid at the age of 9.

“Stranger-Kun Why are you here? Does your sibling seem to be lost? You came with such an expression when you entered the park, and I could stop asking about it.” How can this Man say he lost his book? But we know he is shameless enough to reply straightforwardly.

“Yeah! I lost my suicidal book , and now now, I don't have a sibling, they are a mess”

“Is this the book? I quite find it fascinating that humans are willing to give up their life” Y/N said, holding up the book with his tiny hands, enough for Dazai to take it back.

“Y/N! Oh my god, you are a saviour, Your majesty I will be forever in debt.” He joked, patting the kid’s head

“Stranger-kun will you meet me again? I like talking to you” Y/N whispered, as he tore a page from his book, and with his tiny hands, folded it and kept it between Dazai’s hands, before packing his bag to return home.

“If you wish my king, I will Farwell! Mighty king of the west!” Dazai replied, waving at the boy before walking towards the direction of his agency.

Needless to say, Dazai opened the folded page, to see a small drawing of him and a small haiku along the page.

“Nature is pretty

Strangers meet again

Living can be beautiful"

Dazai smiled at the page, which even if was written messy, he would make sure the kid never sees the world he knows.

Chuuya:

He was just walking in the park of Yokohama in the evening when he bumped into a kid who looked not older by 10, carrying a magic game box, which contained lies scattered around the ground.

“Oi Wat-” Chuuya looks down to see the boy collecting his things and going away sitting on the bench by himself.

Feeling sorry for his actions, Chuuya went up to the nearest shop and bought a candy for the kid, in hopes to cheer the kid up. Kids shouldnt be isolating themselves from overs at such a young age.

“Here” Chuuya spoke, handing the kid a bar of candy. You looked up to him before speaking, “No thank you, I am not taught to take candies from others”

Chuuya laughed at his comment, ‘Parents and their way to teach their kids’

“Say kid, why are you sitting alone by yourself? Shouldn't you be enjoying and perhaps playing with others?”

You just looked up at him before saying,“Though yes, I am alone, I prefer it this way because nature’s breeze and air have quite the effect, don’t you think?” Chuuya was in fact lowkey embarrassed the way you spoke, because a kid? This professionally speaking? “especially when you’re alone?” He asked. “It's almost peaceful, like the world around you has disappeared. Poetic, don't you think?” you instantly replied, shifting a little to give Mr stranger some space to sit.

“Would you like to see a magic trick?” You asked, as you assembled the pieces for it.

Having nothing better to do, Chuuya decided it was worth interacting with kids and make them smile. "Sure"

"Here is the chicken and whoose! It disappeared! Isn't it amazing?" You said, showing of the spark of joy at your magic achievement.

"That's a pretty cool trick, But do you know what is more magical? This" As Chuuya proceeded to lift up a pen aimlessly using his ability.

Stars in his eyes, Y/N shouted "Are you a magician Mr. stranger? That was pretty amazing"

"My name's Chuuya Nakahara kid, and no I am not a magician, but i do know some tricks"

"My name is Y/N L/N Chuuya-sama, and I am a artist!"

"An artist? arent you to young to be one?"

"Nothing has a fix age limit, as so i believe, would you like to see my drawings?" Y/N replied, as he opened his little bag he carried to take out his drawing copy.

"Look! This is a bird and this is a house by the lake! Isn't it beautiful?" Y/N exclaimed

"It is, you are going to be a great artist someday Y/N, if you practice hard enough" Chuuya exclaimed looking down at the small kid who radiated pure happiness.

"Will you come tomorrow Mr. magician? I would like to draw you!"

"We will see Y/N, we will see" And with that Chuuya smiled for the first time in a while as the kid proceeded to tell stories and his dreams to a not so stranger anymore.

Akutagawa:

It was a waste of time for him.

Just because the port Mafia Boss was busy with his work didn't mean he would give his duty to him, that was to take Elise to the playground.

"Akutagawa-san, sit here will I go play, I know you are annoyed but its fun to watch Rintarō worry" And with that Elise disappeared in the crowd.

Taking a seat, he noticed a kid beside him, drawing something on his notebook.

"Hello sir!, I saw you were pretty annoyed with taking care of your sibling, so i though this may cheer you up" The kid beside him said while handing him the paper which had the park drawn.

Akutagawa looked at the piece of drawing and could only nod.

Time passed by and the uneasiness to ask arises inside him, to which he finally broke the silence and asked "Aren't you suppose to play with others? Why are you wasting you childhood drawing things that wouldn't even value once you grow old"

"Why Mr stranger, did you not like the drawing? I just prefer to spend my time alone, as other seemed to be mingle with eachother quite fondly for which I would not like to break bond of"

time seemed to pass more then usual as Akutagawa would catch glimpses of the kid looking up, scribbling on the paper and drawing more.

"Akutagawa-san! Let's get back, the kids here are pretty boring to play with" Elise came back and started to drag him away.

"Mr Stranger! Don't forget to take your painting! You were a good art piece to draw! Do come back to meet me again" Y/N said, as his little legs ran towards him, as he handed the paper in Akutagawa's hand. "Oh hello little sister! Take care of brother, he seemed to be pretty annoyed!" And with that he left

Elise and Akutagawa looked at the two pieces, one of the park and other of Akutagawa smiling.

"I prefer that face with blood you know?"

Idk guys, it may seem weird but I am pretty sure Akutagawa would take time to bond with children. Tysm anon for the request stay safe :)

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artsy0wl · 1 year

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Secret Admirer

This is a fun little Nightsilver fic. As well as my first for the ship. I kind of got interested in the ship after finding some really good art of it. Mainly from the Fox movieverse. Though I may try to expand on it in other adaptations. In the meantime, though, I wanted to share this.

This is meant to be a simple and sweet fic where Kurt has a secret admirer. It takes place after X-Men Apocalypse.

Roses are red,

Kurt’s fur is blue,

Nightcrawler has an admirer,

Can you guess who?

One little poem was enough to cause chaos. When it showed up in Kurt’s room, Kurt didn’t think much of it. It was cute, and it certainly got Kurt’s curiosity, but he wanted to take it slow and investigate on his own. His compatriots disagreed.

Scott was reasonable about it. He offered to help Kurt look for his admirer, should the blue mutant choose to pursue it. He also offered safety tips.

Ororo was also intrigued by it. She found it cute, if a little cliché. But she love the idea of Kurt having a secret admirer.

Jean and Jubilee, meanwhile, were a bit more energetic when learning the news. They wanted to find Kurt’s admirer for him. He deserved to find love and that was all that mattered.

Blue fur in twilight

Eyes shine like electric diamonds

Embrace silver waves

This haiku was found in Kurt’s coat pocket. How it got there, he had no idea. Maybe a student snuck it in there when he wasn’t looking. It held a clue in the form of carefully placed color choices and phrasing. Blue fur was a reference to Kurt. Electric eyes could be a comparison to how his glowed, or perhaps implied a weather based admirer.

Ororo was the first suspect because of that. But after a few moments of inoffensive interrogating, Jubilee was able to cross her off with a bang.

Silver waves was Jean’s term to investigate. She wondered if it could imply a mutant with water based powers. Maybe even ice, since it could have a silvery transparent look. Ororo could be a possibility, but with her excluded, Jean investigated other mutants, only to turn up short when the mutants who had water based powers claimed they weren’t interested in him. And Bobby, the only ice based mutant on the premises, stated that, while Kurt was certainly someone he wouldn’t mind dating, he didn’t believe he was Kurt’s type and Bobby had a boyfriend already.

Kurt, meanwhile, was enjoying moments of relaxation. Since he wasn’t doing the investigating, he could catch up on some reading. No one bothered him, save Jean and Jubilee with reports and Scott clearing the air with questions on how to ask Jean out.

When they weren’t around, everyone seemed to leave him be. It was peaceful. Yet, he never seemed alone. Several times, he could have sworn he felt a breeze run passed him. But with no windows opened, he wasn’t sure what caused it.

Come to think of it, Kurt realized he hadn’t seen Pietro much since this started. He saw him in passing, the speedster stating he had a lot of work to do. Pietro also appeared oblivious to what was going on, or at the very least indifferent. He shrugged off the love letters as something endearing, but not his business, wanting to respect Kurt’s boundaries in regards to it. It was sweet of Pietro, if only a little bizarre. Kurt assumed Pietro would have been curiously nosy about this kind of stuff.

Beautifully blue elven cat,

With raven black hair I wish to pat,

Dainty and gothic,

Strong and catastrophic,

Wait for a humble and silver chat.

This poem felt ominous and planned. Was this flirting in poem form? What was an ‘elven cat’ and why did his admirer call him one? Was Kurt’s admirer going to show themselves soon?

Sitting on the couch in the lounge area reading, Kurt ignored the speculations and scheming that Scott, Jean, Jubilee, and now Bobby, were involved in. Kurt felt a quick breeze before noticing that Pietro was sitting next to him. His arm slung around the blue mutant’s frame as Pietro eyed Kurt with curiosity. Kurt kept his sight on his book, but waved his tail a little to signify he knew Pietro was there.

“Any luck on this secret admirer business?” Pietro inquired.

“Not really.” Kurt confirmed, turning the page. “I haven’t been investigating much, but I welcome the mystery.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t know why I would have a secret admirer, but it’s kind of sweet in an awkward and mysterious way.”

A low hum escaped Pietro as his arm wrapped around Kurt’s shoulders. A slightly purple hue painted Kurt’s face as he was pulled closer to Pietro.

“What makes you think you don’t deserve an admirer?” Pietro inquired. “You’re adorable.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m a bit funny looking.” Kurt mused, still a little purple in the face. “Demon and all. People seem to think I’m some scary monster.”

As though attempting to comfort Kurt, Pietro hugged him. It wasn’t right that people called him a monster and demon.

“You’re not a monster.” Pietro argued. “You’re an elven kitten.”

“I wouldn’t say… what did you say?”

“You’re an elven kitten. An adorably blue elven cat with electric eyes.”

Pietro’s hand ran through Kurt’s dark hair, patting his head oh so gently. Finally setting his book down, Kurt looked at Pietro with wide eyes.

“It was you?” Kurt realized.

“Yes.” Pietro confirmed with a nod. “I’ve fallen for you. Hard. Since they day you teleported into my life.”

Pietro’s free hand cupped the side of Kurt’s face, causing the mutant to turn an even deeper shade of purple. Flattered, shocked, and confused, Kurt had so many questions. His mind felt like a tornado of surreal curiosity.

Until this point, Kurt never considered the option that he was loved in such a way. And though Kurt wasn’t on his mind most days, Kurt couldn’t lie that Pietro was charming in an energetic and optimistic way. Like a super charged bunny with a smile that made Kurt’s heart flutter. But one thing plagued Kurt’s mind.

“I… I never would have thought… Why me?”

“Because you are sweet, strong, and are deserving of love.” Pietro stated, chuckling as the flattery ruffled Kurt’s perplexed feathers. “You're so cute when your confused.”

Leaning closer, Pietro barely hovered over Kurt’s face. Warm breathes tickled Kurt’s face, anticipation and curiosity growing.

“May I kiss you?” Pietro asked.

Stunned, Kurt froze for a moment. The question itself was innocent enough, but what he asked for was a surprise. After a moment of silence, Kurt nodded, sealing the deal with a literal kiss.

The kiss was soft and gently, closing the case of the secret admirer. Neither one care if anyone saw, as both relished the soft intimacy. Both craved the affection, not wanting it to end. And it was all thanks to three lovely poems.

#au #fanfic #fanfiction #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #xmen #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #x men movies #x men apocalypse #post x men apocalypse #poetry #nightsilver #pietro x kurt #quicksilver x nightcrawler #pietro maximoff x kurt wagner #quickcrawler

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aimixx · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's day everyone! I love you all so much and for liking my content! Thank you so much for your support I'm giving yall a bouquet of flowers and a basket of rubber ducks<33

I wanted to do the ship your moots thing because it's so cute and also Valentine's day! WISHING ALL MY MOOTS HAPPY VALENTINE'S MWAH MWAH ILY ALL SO MUCH

Starting with my bff @baeshijima

Soph, you fr are a blessing in my life and I'm so happy that we met and became such great friends! No amount of words can describe how much I love and appreciate you. I still remember how we met through me sending you asks and we instantly became besties. Now look at us, a healthy friendship and we love our fictional men with angst, but fr tho I see you as a little sister and I'm so happy and thankful for this. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I'll always be here for you if you need anything bff I got you<33

Have your Valentine's day date with Alhaitham!

You would expect Alhaitham to not care about things like Valentine's day, but he does. Ever since you two started dating and he started to care about all the things you care about, your interests, hobbies and many more. Not only does he feel closer to you, but he also gets to try new things with you. He knows how excited you are about Valentine's day, so he prepared everything, even went as far as asking Kaveh on date ideas which send his roommate into a shock. He prepared everything to see you happy. For Alhaitham, you smiling is the prettiest view he has ever seen in his life.

Next up, beloved bestie @stellumi

Omg we've been friends for a long time but we began to communicate more frequently and you are an amazing person and very supportive too. I see you as a big sister and also a great friend, thank you so much for this amazing friendship bestie. I love u sm and will always be here for u<3

Have your Valentine's day date with Vyn! (bcs u made me fall for him)

Vyn is ready for this day, in fact he has been preparing for a long time now to have the perfect date together for Valentine's day. From the nice breakfast and tea that you two will have together in his house, to a nice date all around the city of Stellis and visiting places you've never been to. Vyn knows you, and knows how to make you happy, your happiness is also his happiness. You are the precious rose that he wants to protect for the rest of his life and always make you happy. So when you took his hand and enjoyed the day together with all the surprises you two prepared for each other, you two were very happy. "Darling, did you have fun today?" He asked, in return you gave him a soft smile. "Everyday with you is happiness."

@astranne my beloved

Even though we knew each other for a short while but you really are a good friend and I really like talking with you. We either scream about fictional men (kazuha) or would talk about random stuff and I really like this atmosphere we have. Thank you for being my friend I love you so much<333

Have your Valentine's day date with Kazuha!

Poets. Poets are so romantic and Kazuha has an idea to spend Valentine's day together. While he was traveling, he found many beautiful sceneries that reminded him of you and also gave him more ideas for the date. When the day came, he took you to his favorite spot on top of a mountain in Sumeru where you can enjoy a great view of Port Ourmos with the sunset. He prepared a special Haiku for you and you two shared a lovely time together Kazuha makes sure that you always feel loved, and he never skipped a day to do so.

bff @lilikags

holds you gently and gives you a pat. We knew each other for so long and enstars made us become besties and thats a huge happyele w right there. You are a little sister to me and an amazing bestie I'm so glad we became close friends. I will always be here for you and will always have your back. Thank you so much for being my friend ilysm<333

Have your Valentine's day date with Nazuna!

He took a break from work and college for you. Today, he is not a famous idol or a college student, he is your boyfriend who will spend every second of the day with you. You and Nazuna had a cute amusement park date together. Getting yourselves matching headbands, going on many rides together, taking many pictures and enjoyed the fun atmosphere. At the end of the day, he gave you a cute matching keychain and a soft kiss on the forehead. All while muttering how much he loves you.

my bae @spiriteddreams

I really like the chaotic soft vibes you give, its so comforting and it's what made me want to get to know you. We recently became friends and honestly you are such a sweet and amazing person who I really am grateful to have in my life. Thank you for being my friend bestie ily<333

Have your Valentine's day date with Xiao!

A surprise date for Xiao. For the past few days, he was very focused on protecting the lands of Liyue and ended up exhausting himself even though he doesn't want to admit it. So you came up with a plan with the help of the adventurer's guild and the traveler. The adventurer's guild and the traveler made sure that the lands of liyue are safe from any harm as you prepared a nice, relaxing date with Xiao. A nice picnic together on the shores of Liyue as you two laid on the sand and enjoyed the nice weather. Xiao has never felt this relaxed before, he never felt so peaceful. As he held your hand and gave it a soft kiss, he wished you a happy Valentine's day.

my chaotic bestie @cherry-froggie

I love your energy so much omg I'm so happy I met someone as amazing as you. You are so awesome and I'm so grateful to have you as a friend. Happy Valentine's day bestie Ilyyy

Have your Valentine's day date with Scara!

Becoming a wanderer has its perks, and they are all perks that Scaramouche likes. The best part about being a wanderer is meeting you, you who treated him nicely and joined him on many of his adventures, you who always talked throughout your travels and he never complained, you who is always here for him. For Valentine's day, he decided to show you just how much he appreciates your presence in his life, even though he still doesn't trust people, but you are the one he trusts the most

#—traveler stories #—companions #HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO YALL ILYYYYY

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saharaadesertt · 2 years

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Genshin University Headcanons

included: albedo, childe, hu tao, kazuha, xiao, yoimiya tags: modern au, university au, headcanon

note: as a senior in uni now spending the summer doing research sometimes i wish i was a business major HHAHAHA i am also slightly drunk right now so i hope i don't make grammar errors :///

Albedo

chemistry major with an emphasis in organic chemistry, philosophy minor

studies EXTRA hard, makes straight A's consistently

president of the chemistry club

probably tutors as well

likes to post on his studying based instagram

because of his studies lives on coffee, more specifically cold brew with a splash of cream or just plain black

you can find him in the uni library, his hair caught up in a ponytail, looking through formulas and equations for the upcoming exam

basically lives in the library

tends to be more introverted and reserved, but occasionally has study buddies

dresses very preppy, always dons a pair of round silver wire frames with a long coat

barely sleeps bc his coffee addiction

Childe

marketing major, polisci minor

the type of person who never shuts up in class

the leader of debates, always answers questions

fulfills any participation point requirement in a matter of days

exteremely extroverted, has a friend group he always is with

plays sports (probably something with water like swimming or water polo)

not the most studious person but gets his work done and gets decent grades

Bs and Cs get degrees!

his dorm room is a mess.

also probably dresses like a frat boy.

he probably is a frat boy.

Hu Tao

biology major with a concentration of mortuary science, chem minor

probably a ta in bio or chem, probably with aldedo

also tutors with him

for someone who in in STEM, she dresses really well

loves to wear plaid and dark browns and reds

it's giving dark academia

probably popular on instagram for her outfit inspos and day in the lifes

the type to do well in classes sometimes and struggle in others

but always tries her hardest, especially when it's a class she isn't the best at but truly enjoys

probably scares her bestie Zhongli when he comes over because she's talking to spirits at night but he can't see them

so he thinks she looks crazy

it's ok she learned it in class :)

Kazuha

creative writing major, english minor

aspires to teach in poetry

incorporates his past experiences and friends into his works, gaining a solid reputation among the poetry community

has won a few awards for his haikus

only cares about his major classes, GE's can cease to exist

he did discover a love for music through his fine arts GE though

he began to play guitar because of it

he occasionally thinks of songwriting as it is in a way another form of poetry

drinks milk tea to concentrate on his studies which he does in private

he spends most of his time alone as its where he can focus the most

Xiao

psychology major, sociology minor

now hear me out

xiao is interested in human behaviors and customs

what better time to educate yourself in university?

probably on a sports team, i can see volleyball despite his shortness

very introverted but also attracts many people due to his mysterious energy

dresses very grunge

probably wears eyeliner here and there

doesn't care much for class

shows up late or prays there's a recording instead so he can sleep and procrastinate

but does enjoy learning from time to time

people are interesting, he'll think

and their food can be ok too... sometimes

Yoimiya

marketing major, communications minor

because she loves to talk to people and expand her firework business

has a tiktok for her business

will appear on shark tank and WILL get a deal

she's a smooth talker like that

super popular,everyone loves her positive and bubbly personality in a place where many people are stressed and always on edge

often shows up late to class but everyone forgives her because she makes the class lively

is in cheer and tumbles

volunteers often to serve the people around the university

especially enjoys visiting the nearby elementary school to read books to them

she loves children and considers taking up a teaching career to spread her happiness to future generations :))

thank you for reading! feel free to comment suggestions!

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riabef · 1 year

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✎. I think I’ll miss you forever KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

SUMMARY: Kazuha was someone that everyone would adore, flowery words, and composition in haikus that rival even the greatest minds of today. It was to no secret that he, along with everyone in this world was struggling to find something he could no longer reach.

Rather than his body, his wishes, his values, they were given to him in the form of a vision.

Like fireflies dying, the last flickers of the gem glowed as if it had a heartbeat of it’s own.

And it grew dim.

FEATURING CAST: Kaedehara Kazuha, his friend, mentions of traveller at the end (ambigious, left up to reader’s choice)

PRONOUNS: mostly he/him for most of the fic

WORD COUNT: 3 872 words

WARNINGS: major character death, discussions about grief (especially about the stages of grief)… It’s uh… Angst… But I don’t think there’s much violence? Some spoilers for the inazuma quest,, but I think that’s about it. Not necessarily canon-compliant

PROOF-READ: no absolutely not, I wrote this and I never looked back

AUTHOR NOTES: Honestly I didn’t know where I was going with this,,,, hope you enjoy it??? I kind of don’t like this but at the same time it’s not like I have anything else to post… I really need to make a masterlist.

I also put in the scene of a traditional Japanese tea ceremony, I’ll put some videos under this text to make it easier to understand!

Video 1

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Video 3

Oh right also I addressed Kazuha, with Kaedehara for most of this fic! Do with that information what you will!!! Have a good day everyone!!!

the relationship between kazuha and his friend is left ambiguous! This may be read as a friend grieving the loss of someone close to him

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Platinum blond hair flitted about in the wind, and a white hair tie securely pinning it in place. The sunset enclosed the world that he knew in a copper tone, silken robes fluttering with the tainted golden edges of a memory long cherished, and a memory long visited.

Kaedehara remembers the way his friend had spoken off into the distance, eyes landing on Tenshukaku as though it was a distant memory that longed to be remembered; he should’ve heard it in the silence, hands that twitched as if yearning for a chance.

Without breaking eye contact, he had boldly made a proclamation, one that Kaedehara would never forget, and one that would haunt him for the years to come. Memories were made in silence, yet they resonated loudly within his beating heart as he listened intently.

There must be one who can withstand it,

There will always be those who dare to brave the lightning’s glow.

That day, as the winds rustled through their clothes, as the trees swayed in the winds, the pulsing purple glow hummed louder than before.

There was no room needed for rebuttals, nothing to mention about the way that his friend’s eyes had shone with conviction–

Ah. What did they look like again?

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Even in the age

of almighty gods

unheard of, —

the waters of Tatsuta are tie-dyed

in crimson

千早振る/ Chihayaburu

Memories of Kaedehara’s past returned to his mind, as leaves falling onto the rivers, or as slow and steady as a stream; in the hands of nature to listen. His mind, once a slate full of burdens, found respite in the steady and constant setting of the sun. The sun that had always risen, and always will. The stars had weaved its way through the sky to dance among the celestial bodies of the unknown.

This was what he had known.

He figured, that this was perhaps what he had always wanted.

It always felt better to listen to the echoes of nature, the whistling of the winds, the relentless waves that would crash against rock and stone, or the steady stream that had slowly seeped its way into the cracks of Teyvat. In the drenching rain, he could hear the steady pitter-patter as he composes yet another haiku in his mind, a gentle smile forming on his face as he begins to recount the memories of his youth.

Since his clan was well on their way to collapse, it had not taken long for Kaedehara to gain his freedom, although that does not mean he doesn’t remember the lifestyle that he had before it was promptly taken away from him. Sitting on tatami mats, and hosting customary tea ceremonies. Despite having a tolerance to these peaceful activities, what had always bothered him was the heavy gazes of his attendants, watching his every graceful move.

Producing a fukusa its pigment rivalling that of an auricula flower, silken textures briefly fluttering in the open air; longing glances were shared with the soft yet present trickles of water directed by the bamboo fountain. Practiced hands folded the cloth as if they’d gone through the motions, hundreds, if not thousands of times. Lingering incense fills the air between Kaedehara and his guest, as gentle wind chimes signal the entrance of another breeze, merged with all those that came before.

The graceful winds fluttered past him, only he and his guest were in this world alone. For this very moment, the rest of his worries faded with every swipe of the silk cloth; wiping down the chashaku, a tranquil smile spread across his face as the peace of the world made themselves abundantly clear through the swaying of the trees, in the beautiful clear sky.

Using the hishaku, his delicate hands poured water in to the clay bowl, slowly he had turned the bamboo whisk around, cleaning it before discarding the remaining water in the brown kensui; the hands that he would later use to grasp his friend’s vision had reached for the chakkin. Wiping the remainder of the water, the thrumming of his heart aligned with that of the maple leaves drifting in the winds, unable to find a place to call home.

Sage green powder was poured into the prepared chawan bowl from the tea caddy, patterns of beautiful maple leaves dashed along its edges, and the fluttering breeze depicted through blue, gentle streaks. Golden stems accentuated the bowl, lively as dancers.

Slightly leaning forward, he scooped some water with the hishaku, before carefully pouring it into the bowl, the perfect temperature of the water was achieved. Not boiling, yet not too warm, the powder swirled around the added water, his reflection becoming blurrier by the second. He lifted the chasen and mixed the two, a foam bubbling to the top, giving life to the vibrant green tea.

Lifting the bowl, and turning the decorated maple leaves to his guest, he places it on the other side of the tatami mat, waiting with a pleasant smile.

Like everything, there was always a certain appeal to such activities; he supposes, that if being a noble meant he had to frequently hold tea ceremonies, Kaedehara didn’t mind. Unlike his attendants, it gave him the small tastes of freedom that he yearned to have.

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Like a long-forgotten memory, not even the memory of his guest’s expression remained. Not even the bow of gratitude that they have given, and not even the cranes that soared in the air, elegant wings flapped above the reaches of the earth. Unshackled by grief, guilt, or regrets, the birds had glided across the air through one sweeping motion.

Keeping his head low, he had not wished to reveal much more of his identity, his straw hat obscured his face, ensuring that he would not be drawn much attention to. A solemn wanderer, who had dealt with the fall of his clan in passive strokes, watching as the sea of people went about their day, people who had homes to return to, people who had families to love, and people who had others to fight for.

The mindless chatter didn’t mind Kaedehara, instead, opting to tune it out, searching for a bird’s call, searching for a familiar sword.

Yet again, he has failed.

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Kaedehara wondered, he had all the time in the world now. Yet, he couldn’t find an answer to any of his questions. The guilt slowly made itself known on the edges of his clothing, the weight that welcomed itself with the guilt.

Should he have asked? Maybe if he had, then at least he would know why it happened. Maybe if he did then he wouldn’t have run until his legs couldn’t hold anymore, until it felt like his own vision was taken away from him.

The questions overtook him, like tsunami waves eagerly destroying everything in their path, the all-consuming grief hanging off of him as a parasite. Maybe if he hadn’t been so scared of the answer, he’d have understood more. Maybe if he wasn’t so scared about what he’d find under the surface, he’d be able to understand.

Maybe then, at least, he would have the chance to at least hold his body.

Unable to even hold his body and wallow in the grief and loss that was making itself present in his empty heart, the instant remembrance of the divine punishment his friend had yearned to witness was brought back into his memory.

He wasn’t even allowed for a second of grief before his feet scrambled to hold the vision before him, the purple glow dimmed, darker than ever.

And that day, Kaedehara held two visions; one of his own, and one an empty shell, waiting for the return of its rightful owner.

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The denial had hit him, harder than ever. He was just alive moments ago, they had agreed to meet somewhere after the Vision Hunt Decree was abolished, that they’d meet each other once again, where the sea met the sky. Where they’d find peace in their ends.

Kaedehara carried out his promise. The gentle swaying of the Crux brought many the gift of slumber, and the uneventful waves that rocked the boat between the forces of nature served as a lullaby for the sailors.

Not him.

The lullaby that had lured many to sleep, was akin to a siren luring him into endless thoughts. Letting his senses guide him to the crow’s nest, he looks up between the stars.

And he wonders, carrying alone the heavy burdens no one could fathom; how could he ever move on,

If all he saw in the stars was him?

The twinkling stars that led so many sailors to their homes, comforted them when no hope was in sight and lent a pitiful ear to Kaedehara. The moon that once sighed of lost love, and comforting others seemed so far away. The waning crescent meant an approaching new moon.

Lost between the heavens and the stars, trying to make his way out of purgatory, it is then that Kaedehara realizes that, he would never be here again.

Never to smile fondly at the stars as though they were the ones that lit up his night, never to point out shooting stars, almost asking to make a wish, and never to walk through life with him.

Numbness that once took over his body, almost in a spell-like trance, finally letting him regain control of his body. The newfound raw feelings hitting him at his worst, vulnerable and alone, with only the stars and the moon being the witness to his grief.

For a second it caught him off guard, unshed tears making their way to the surface as he held his gaze on the moon, and in his undeterred grief that he was finally given the chance to process, he cried. He cried so much, his vision was blurry, the burden finally taking itself off his shoulders and lightened in the form of his tears.

Never again will he watch the maple leaves fall into the river with him, never again would he watch the blossoming of cherry blossoms as spring makes its way through the frost-covered ground, and never again will he see the way his friend had stood like an unchanging constant against all variables.

Perhaps, maybe in this life, he’d see him again; in his dreams, he wanders aimlessly, hands that reach out for an all too familiar figure that he could no longer see.

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The feelings of sadness had not subsided, rather, they have taken an interesting shape for the unassuming samurai. The flickers of regrets and guilts make themselves seem in the form of unrelenting anger. If his grief was akin to the waves of the ocean that eroded the jagged edges of cliffs, the unrelenting feelings that had stuck like daggers in his heart; metamorphosed into anger.

Wings of butterflies weren’t what had emerged, sharp and dangerous edges of his newfound anger had begun to consume him, from his toes to his head, like a flash flood that had begun to swallow all those in his grief. Regrets that had once begun as “maybe if I had just…” transformed into accusations of resentment.

Anger that had once felt like passing emotions had finally hit him at full force, the once realist that had assessed situations calmly, with the sounds of nature to calm him; now became a pessimist who had quietly weighed the meaning of life. The moon who had become his new companion bore witness to all his remarks, the sole listener to his worries.

Kaedehara liked to keep it that way.

Lost in the cycle of life and its tortures, he laughs without mirth, frustration glinting in his eyes; it didn’t feel like he was in control of his own life anymore, the dreaded anticipation for his peaceful days to finally end had seemingly taken its forceful route.

The stars had taunted him again it seems, the mocking weight of their witness reminded him cruelly of a few words.

Not even in your dreams, you may reunite

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Slowly becoming a habit, Kaedehara had climbed his way to the crow’s nest, the endless horizon finally greeting his worries as he let himself feel at peace with the solitude he welcomed once more.

Shades of black, blue, and yellow mixed together, a starry night that was created from his grief, blurred tears making it difficult to see, and the tears that would land on his silken robes only made it harder to manage.

Even in the endless night he had spent, tossing and turning, waiting, waiting for the image of him to get out of his mind. Waiting for the time that he would stop flinching every time he recalled the day he saw his friend’s broken sword clatter to the floor, the heavy sentence of the incoming divine punishment, and the falling vision.

It was all he could remember.

Everyday, he had clutched that vision like it was what remained of his family’s fortunes, the past that he couldn’t let go of just yet. Everyday, he had filtered through his memories of his friend, from the day they met, until his last. Every conversation that he had committed to memory, Kaedehara would feel the weight of every time he had walked, from the small lilts of his friend’s voice, to the expression on his face.

If he forgot it all, who else would be there to remember?

Endless nights that he had spent, reminiscing his past, never once sparing a thought of his present, the concerned looks that he got from Beidou were of no priority to him, the self-imposed solitude that he kept, in order to process his grief wasn’t the best way of coping. Yet it was all he had.

If only Kaedehara had reached out, if only he had asked why he had stared at the Tenushaku so eagerly as though he wasn’t about to face certain death. If only he had. The restless sea did little to calm his worries, waves that he believed would be better to represent the guilt he now carried.

The unending sea met the sky, where Kaedehara had met his grief.

The future felt so far away, the light in a tunnel that would never end, the thoughts that Kaedehara would have, always plagued by his friend.

He looks at the stars once more,

He would’ve liked this.

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Unlike the seasons that withered away, the endless nights that had swallowed him whole, the threats of the world crumbling under his feet with every movement he made.

Leaves that glided down from their branches, the unrelenting time made him feel like a sand grain, going against the rest, a desperate attempt at restoring what was lost.

If Kaedehara could turn back time, he would do so. If given the choice, there would be no other option he would even hesitate to consider, the helpless feelings felt like a dendro vision that kept his feet locked to the ground. No longer did he see the soaring cranes in the sky, nor did he see the twinkles of hope the stars would often give. Comfort was so distant, so far away from the corners of his mind; the corners that had spoken to him at night. The whispers of regret, the whispers of his friend, the voice that he yearned to hear day and night.

Unable to even respond to the crew when they had called for him, his mouth kept itself shut as though words would fail to express themselves. As though his burden would forcefully make itself known to others, like a waterfall, Kaedehara knew that tears wouldn’t be shed. Although that didn’t matter. It never did. Not when his heart felt as though it was weighed by the ten thousands of leaves.

His heart bore no passion, only regret and contemplation, and maybe. Just maybe, if he had thought about it long enough, he could finally accept it one day. One day he would be able to go to his friend’s grave, maybe he’d laugh, or maybe he would finally be able to look at that cat again without feeling suffocating feelings swell in his chest.

One day, he would be able to remember the early mornings he spent with his friends, the days that the blooming leaves would slowly appear after a harsh winter or the falling of leaves, the meals shared over a lit fire, consumed in comforting silence. The days that they had sparred, aiming to better themselves, and knowing nods that were exchanged when approaching storms could be indicated from the distant thunderstrikes.

One day, he would no longer be haunted by the memory of the sound of his friend’s falling sword, and one day he would no longer blame himself for the things he was unable to do.

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Like a ship returning to the docks after a journey, like always, he had found himself walking down the familiar path to his friend’s grave. Finally being greeted by the sight of a sword, and a cat that nodded at his return, waiting, as though curious about his next moves.

That day, only a maple leaf had found itself ontop of the mound of dirt, the only gift that Kazuha could give his dear friend.

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Soft pitter patter hits the ground, Kazuha, drenched in rain walks along the path, a seemingly empty mind lost in thoughts that threatened to swallow him once more as it felt as though the earth beneath him was ready to swallow him with all his regrets.

It wasn’t fair.

It really wasn’t.

Life went on, the citizens discussed amongst each other about food prices, about their families, about their friends. In every corner of the world, he was painfully reminded of the human interaction that others had. The interactions he wished he had.

Standing at his friend’s grave, a white cat saunters around, as though waiting for their owner to make their untimely return. Unable to keep any composure so far, he leaves the grave.

The grass was green, and all that remained between the earth and the sky was a sword.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Returning to the grave once more, after some or so months, emptiness conveyed through his movements, unwilling tears shed themselves when they saw fit, like rain falling through the skies. The clouds never cleared, it was like they couldn’t. Staying ever-present in his mind, not even an umbrella could shield him from the unyielding guilt and grief.

His friend had died an honourable death.

He had died in a duel, and his death was just.

The hurt he felt never subsided, not from the countless months at sea, running away from the unending pain he felt every time he had even glanced at the grave.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

I think I’ll miss you forever

Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.

LANA DEL REY. SUMMERTIME SADNESS.

Wandering around in nature, aimlessly walking with no destination in mind, and walking wherever his feet would take him. Kazuha stops at the sight of two boys fighting, for a brief moment, he enjoys the serenity of the scene. Reassuring smiles are thrown around as a spar ensued.

Until he saw him. The image before him suddenly transforms into a memory he spent countless nights trying to recount, flowing like the streams that always led back to the sea.

Back to where the sea met the sky.

Memories of late-night talks, gathered around warmly cooked food that made him feel reminiscent of the days that he could no longer return to. The friend that had gone too far out of his reach. Along with the rest, the bloodline that he could no longer connect to, family practices that could no longer be continued. They had all laid dead, unmoving with his friend’s body. Laid to rest.

Their visions lay intertwined, the quiet electro vision weighing him down more than any other burden could. The constant reminder of his friend’s death, the efforts he had exerted in order to let the memory of his friend remain untouched, memories that shone akin to the glimmering waves of a river that crashed gently against nearby land. The memories that he feared to have ripped away from him, the long forgotten sense of familiarity at the forefront of his mind.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

A blond traveller, someone who had the courage to search, the courage to face the world head on. Their outspoken companion floating not too far behind, the scent of the stars had attached itself to the odd pair. Curiosity at the now dull vision that lie in his hands

Looking at the masterless vision in his hands, Kazuha smiles fondly, finally granted a break from carrying his burdens.

“The story begins with an old friend...”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Not long after the Vision Hunt Decree was abolished, and his charges were lifted. Kazuha found himself yet again, letting his heart lead his feet, the eager steps that led him to the same spot he knew he would always return to. The light reflected off the sword, and at midday, he found himself, seeking his friend’s company. Even in his death.

Gathering the cat in his hands, he cradled them like the lost memories he wish he could’ve held onto for so much longer, time that had slipped out of his grip, and into the sea of his doubts and worries. Relishing the silence, and the tranquility. The broken blade still polished after all this time, a testament to his efforts.

The flowers that had glowed a vibrant blue, even in daytime, swayed in the wind. In the night they had become a sight to behold, the shades of blue that lulled Kazuha in an eternity of silence. Although, he guesses that there would be one thing that he and these flowers had shared.

Waiting for someone, who would never return.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The seasons changed, time passing by as the traveller continued their search, looking for their sibling, making their way to Sumeru, and all the other nations. However, unlike the traveller, who had freely moved from place to place, there were those who were rooted to the ground. Those who would always find themselves returning to the same place they always would.

The grass is a beautiful shade of green, clearly taken care of, and the cat spent their days, walking around the polished sword, as though eagerly waiting for a return. The broken sword is unmoving in the ground it remains planted. Like the vibrant blue flowers that flowed with the wind, there was another addition.

A dull gray vision, no longer will it ignite again, rests peacefully, underneath the moonlight.

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nuttytani · 2 years

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reacting to you confessing love

genshin impact edition pt.2

characters: kazuha, venti and xiao, gn!reader

warnings: spoilers for the 2.7 quest in xiao's and my terrible original haiku...along with my unedited work LMAO.

a/n: yeah- uh please ignore the bad haiku...i tried my best + if the hcs seem kinda wonky or chunky *shrugs* that's...that's just my style ehe

Kazuha

Blinks at you for a moment until your words process in his mind

And there we go! Kazuha has his one and only smile brightening up his face

His cheeks are a little flushed but shhhh we’re not mentioning that to him ;)

Eyes crinkling around the corners as he replies to your confession with a haiku.

His original haiku:

Those three words you spoke,

Weigh heavy around us both,

But my heart feels light.

“No wonder you were acting strangely these past few days. I feel the same. "

You guys go on a celebratory date to that street food stall in Ritou and eat salted braised fish :D

Somehow Beidou and the Crux family hear the news and are ecstatic for Kazuha!

Little did you know, Beidou and the others were shipping you two for quite a while

Waiting for WHEN THE HECKERONI you’d get together :< kids these days are so shy… just say it!! JUST SAY ITTTTTTTTT AHHHHHHHHHH

Also, Kazuha’s Crux family forces him to go on breaks and spend time with you

“I just wish they’d stop prying me about our…dates :(“

Lies.. He doesn’t mind it one bit

You’ll find yourself invited to The Crux often for partying

Venti

His hands stopped plucking at the strings of his lyre as his head turned to face yours…. Green eyes widened as the realisation set in.

That’s when he tackled you to the ground with a hug TvT <3 (the two of you were sitting side by side on Starsnatch Cliff btw)

“You have no idea how thrilled I am!”

The surrounding wind blew gently, a little warm but had the heartwarming scent of cecelia flowers to it.

Speaking of cecelias, he picked a few and tucked it behind your ears :”D now both of you are matching

You bet every Mondtstater knew about your relationship by the very next day.

Let's be honest, we all saw that coming- come on, it’s Venti!

“Hehe, I dedicate this song to my beloved! Listen up everyone~”

Diluc is tired of him coming to Angels Share and talking about you on the daily… He has a deadpan expression every time you arrive at the bar to pick up drunk Venti…

Nevertheless, Diluc is actually happy for the both of you and in reality doesn’t mind too much about him getting drunk now and then; after all, someone’s got Venti’s back now ;)

Xiao

He turned around to look at you with his thinking pose.

Although his face looked as cool as a cucumber… INTERNALLY HE WAS HAPPY AND PANICKING- AND DID I MENTION HAPPy? HUWEIHUIDEWGYIDEW BUT ALSO SCREAMINGGGGGGG AHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Ehem (Xiao bestest boy)

“Hmm… Mortal emotions are something that I do not fully comprehend but- since it is you, I do not mind experiencing this… love… with you”

He’s trying, okay? Give the poor boy some slack. He’s never dated his entire life and never thought about it too deeply, unlike his other yaksha siblings.

This is the best reply you’ll get from him at the moment. Later on though, he will slowly become better at expressing his feelings with you :”D <3

He escorts you to his room back in Wangshu Inn

Since it was getting pretty late for you to return to your place, Xiao allowed you to take his bed.

He slept out on the roof though :(

But dear oh dear, Verr Goldet saw the entire scene. Don’t you worry, Wangshu Inn and their workers dare not disturb the two of you the next day, ahh~ sweet love.

Xiao often gets relationship advice from Zhongli… He calls the young adeptus for drinking tea now and then but- the god of Liyue has taken quite an interest in him and your relationship???

“So… I heard from Ganyu that you were on a flower picking date”

As for his yaksha siblings- well… they just tease him (in good humour, of course)

Xiao acts grumpily afterwards, but seriously? He loves it :”D (actually misses their teasing when his family doesn’t do it)

“Hmph… they act like a bunch of kids”

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twistsandtwizzles · 11 months

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Stars on Mars: Episode 2

Well, friends. Since Adam was found too hot to be voted off of “Mars” last week, we find ourselves back here for episode two of Stars on Mars. I wish I could tell you that it has gotten less dumb, but I am not here to lie to you.

We open with another Shatner intro, breaking down the concept for us: twelve celebrities, twenty-four days, on a mission to find out if they can “survive on Mars.” Unfortunately for Ariel, this intro includes her calling Lance Armstrong “a real astronaut” and this poor woman is going to be saddled with that for the rest of this show’s run, I’m afraid. Shatner also doubles down on his “Starssssss on Marssssss” line delivery, which I respect.

It’s morning in the hab on “Sol Day 3” and BOY did this show’s production team really love the movie The Martian. Our celebrities begin waking up and wandering around the hab. Schwartz and Adam are in the kitchen, Schwartz apparently washing dishes while Adam pokes around for some food. “Hopefully it’s a nice calm day today, with no emergencies,” Schwartz says, which is an incredibly naive thing for a guy who makes his living on reality tv to say.

“I would BEG for that to happen,” Adam replies, the huge grin on his face demonstrating that he knows there is not a chance that they will have a nice, calm day on this reality show about celebrities pretending to live on Mars. “But we’re going to do something today though, for sure.”

Schwartz VOs that everyone is tired from their satellite repair mission the day before. The Hab AI lets the crew know that they need to keep the hab clean and reminds them again that rations are limited.

Ronda is in the bio-dome tending to the plants and “making a compost.” It appears that they have a pretty robust supply of carrots and a bunch of other greens. Richard wanders in to give her a hand, explaining in a talking head that he is nervous about the food situation, but that also it’s pretty cool that they are growing stuff, adding that “I’ve never done that in my life.”

Adam and Ronda are working out when Marshawn wanders out of his special Base Commander suite, wearing a fluffy white robe and brushing his teeth. Schwartz tells that camera that being Base Commander is a “status symbol”: “It’s like having a Rolls-Royce on Mars. It’s cool.” Lance takes this moment to use Marshawn’s private bathroom, which last week Marshawn explicitly told him not to do. He thinks this is hilarious; Marshawn is less amused.

The group is starting to jockey for position for who is going to be the next Base Commander, since Marshawn’s 48 hours are up. Ronda is interested - she says she always wanted to be an astronaut. Schwartz, on the other hand, says there is no chance he will ever be Base Commander and that he likes doing grunt work and not being in charge. He adds in a talking head that he may be “too passive.”

Lady AI Voice instructs the crew to pick a new base commander, and as they all gather around the monitor to listen to their instructions Porsha throws her arm around Adam, which is cute. Marshawn says that he will wrestle someone for the position. Most of the cast looks flummoxed, but Ronda Rousey is like, you want to do what? And promptly pins him to the ground. Because she’s Ronda Fucking Rousey.

However, the cast agrees that the actual best way to choose the next Base Commander is to vote. Tinashe throws her hat in the ring. Marshawn says he wants to stay Base Commander and Ariel immediately tells him that he is not going to be Base Commander a second time.

Meanwhile Tallulah (whose chyron this week says she is an “entrepreneur”) is suggesting to Adam and Schwartz that SHE should be Base Commander - a promotion after she was a successful Mission Specialist last week. They are buying what she’s selling - and so is Ronda, who says that Tallulah was great on the coms during the mission: “I heard every word of her encouraging haikus.” Ronda then follows up her supportive words by saying that she’s worried that Tallulah might wander off after a butterfly if she’s out in the field.

Porsha has the role of talking-head-explaining-reality-tv-basics this week, and she tells us that in this game you have to build social bonds, but at the same time you are all competing against each other.

Tallulah wins the vote and Tinashe doesn’t seem thrilled. Tallulah says, “I don’t know what prepared me for this, but I’ve waited my whole life to show up for it” which is sweet but also girl it’s a reality show where you are pretending to be an astronaut and so I hope there are other things you are also waiting for. She adds that she’s holding them all in her “heart chakra.”

Adam’s take: “Tallulah is somebody so authentically themselves, and so unapologetically quirky and lovely . . . yeah, this could go horribly wrong.” Cut to commercial.

(Oh, Tallulah also says she’s not going to move into the Base Commander Suite which of course THRILLS Marshawn.)

Natasha is in the kitchen “getting to know her fellow teammates” which in this case means Schwartz. She tells him she’s never seen Vanderpump but her friend watches every episode. This leads Schwartz to explain Scandoval to the people in America who have somehow managed to avoid coverage of it over the last three months and if this is you, please teach me your ways. I’ve seen five minutes of the show in my life and can still tell you about Ariana and Raquel and that apparently Tom Sandoval has ruined white nail polish for us all.

Also Schwartz says he is recently divorced, and Natasha says, “yeah the pandemic was kind of rough,” to which Schwartz strangely muses, “It was good for our marriage I think.” And Natasha, confused as the rest of us, says, “Why, it ended in divorce.” And I laughed.

Tallulah assigns base duties - notably sending Schwartz and Ariel outside to squeegee the solar panels and assigning Porsha and Lance to conduct health and wellness checks. These health checks appear to include blood pressure, heart rate, temperature, and a “wellness” survey.

During Adam’s wellness check, Lance asks him how he’d rate his happiness on a scale of one to ten. Adam replies, “Ten. I’ve never been happier.” Natasha immediately calls him out: “You’ve never been happier? That’s so good to know" and they both laugh because clearly this not the happiest any of them have ever been. Porsha tells Adam that his temperature is . . . good. I am not convinced she knows how to use a thermometer.

Schwartz and Ariel clean the solar panels and complain about doing physical labor; they decide to dump the excess water because “I guess we don’t need it.” This, my friends, is what we call “foreshadowing.” They plod back to the hab as Schwartz talks about how desperately he wants a shower.

Then, a cut to the command room where the screen lights up with a warning: Water Pressure Critical. Then a cut to a water tank outside, which explodes. Then a second tank explodes. Then a third.

Inside, the crew discovers they have no running water. You know what that means: an emergency dispatch from Shatner. He explains that there is no water! (Duh.) But guess what: there is a bunch of FROZEN WATER UNDER THE SURFACE OF MARS. Amazing that they know that and also exactly where it is! Important Shatner note: if the mission fails, the Base Commander will be up for extraction, but the Mission Commander is going to be safe from extraction success or failure.

Oh my god this episode isn’t even half over why am I explaining all this in so much detail! Jesus. Okay, blah blah blah they have to send the crew out to get the water. Natasha volunteers to be Mission Specialist, primarily because she doesn’t want to go out to Mars and also because as she tells the rest of the group, that she’ll be able to translate Tallulah’s “woo-woo” instructions as needed.

So everyone except for Tallulah and Natasha dons their spacesuits and head out to the surface. The mission is going to involve rappelling down a cliff and then using a tarp to direct the water to a hose that will bring the water back up top. They have thirty minutes to fill four barrels with water.

Tallulah and Natasha have assigned Adam and Ariel to stay at the surface and fill the barrels. Immediately Marshawn says that he doesn’t want rappel down because he does not want to go into a cave “where I don’t know if there are snakes or spiders.” Tallulah sighs and switches Marshawn with Adam.

Porsha rappels first, confronting her fear of heights with encouragement from Richard, Adam, and Lance. Adam goes next, saying he looks “like a gay Buzz Lightyear.” Everyone makes it down and it’s only Schwartz left when Ariel suddenly decides SHE wants to go down into the cave, not stay up top. This causes a crisis in mission command, and Schwartz volunteers to stay because Ariel is clearly “experiencing a little FOMO.” Tallulah sighs and says fine, Ariel can go down, despite that fact that the mission guidelines say that physical strength is needed in the cave and they’ve already lost Marshawn. It is clear that literally everyone except for Ariel thinks this is a bad idea.

Okay. So it takes a bit of time for this crew to figure out how the tarp works, to Lance’s annoyance and look Lance is clearly an asshole but I would be annoyed here too. But they figure it out and start filling the barrels. Everything is going smoothly and Schwartz reports that they have three and a half barrels full and there are still six minutes left. Everyone celebrates!

Then the hose falls apart, and Ariel can’t hook it back in because it’s too heavy for her. Adam rushes over to help. We cut to a talking head where Ariel says that “maybe” if she “knew how physical” the task was going to be, she would have stayed up top. And . . . girl.

The pipe gets fixed and the team loses maybe a minute of time. And up top, Schwartz has bad news: actually, when he said they had three and half barrels filled before? He “misspoke.” There were only two and half barrels done.

Natasha and Tallulah are in disbelief. “You said we had three and a half.”

“I misspoke,” Schwartz says again. There are two minutes left.

They keep trying but obviously there is no way they are going to fill another bucket and a half in this amount of time. The mission fails.

Tallulah is directed to go up to the airlock and join the rest of the crew up for elimination. Natasha is left alone in the hab to start selecting people to stay. She chooses Ariel as mission critical first which would not be MY choice seeing as her insistence on switching jobs is the reason Schwartz was up top to begin with, but, whatever.

Anyway, this episode’s bottom three: Schwartz, Tallulah, and Marshawn. The group decides that Marshawn should stick around given that his strength will probably be useful on Mars, and also, he’s not the one who miscounted barrels.

To me, this choice between Tallulah and Schwartz is clear: it is not hard to count to four even for a man who stars on Vanderpump Rules, and Schwartz should be out of here. Tinashe agrees with me. However, the rest of the crew thinks that Tallulah should have been more forceful as commander and not let people switch jobs willy-nilly. So they say goodbye to Tallulah.

Tallulah says that on Mars she found “joy and deep connections with people" and that she is very proud of herself.

This is a bad elimination!!! Why do I care?? This show is so dumb.

Next week: fire in the biolab! A robot dog! And Marshawn refusing to give up the base commander suite.

#adam rippon #stars on mars #recaps

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Ello! Love your writing!

Was wondering if I could have the gang with a Poetic s/o, as in they speak like they came out of the Victorian Era. Going as far to describe things in intricate detail whenever they can, going along with the phrase "When they speak, instead of words it's flowers coming out of their mouth" Or just simply a very talkative s/o

Just wondering how they'd feel about it, I'd think it would be cute having said s/o describe the members in their own fond way. 🌺 Thank you!

[Hi there! So sorry for the late reply]

Lupin

Here’s the thing, he’ll try his best to keep up

But that attention span of his just can’t

It’s one of those things where he can focus on something for a long time

As long as it’s only one thing, or little things that all clearly relate to each other like when he’s on a job

The problem here is that there are so many words that you use that he doesn’t know, that he gets dizzy

You might have to remember to reword somethings if he doesn’t seem to be catching on to what you are saying

You could best describe him as, “A beautifully focused man, as long as it is something that is easily focused on.”

He might try to argue the description, but only in a playful way as he knows that it’s true

Jigen

He might be able to keep up a bit more than Lupin does

Bit that still doesn’t mean that he won’t complain about it

According to some sources he was raise in the crime family in the Bronx

So, while he might have a certain taste for fancy things, words aren’t one of them

You say what you’re saying in as few words as possible

He actually won’t mind it if the sentence isn’t too flowery, but the minute you start to wax poetic his patience goes out the window

Don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t like you personally, just wishes you were a bit more to the point

That being said, if you speak poetry when he’s drunk? He’ll have done a complete 180º

Because of this he hates that you can accurately describe him as, “A blunt force weapon with the heart of a bouquet.”

Knows deep down that he has at least a bit of a soft spot for softer things, but will die before he verbally admits it

Goemon

He loves it

If the two of you are resting, the breeze blowing gently, while you talk about whatever as poetically as possible?

That’s pure happiness right there

He himself has a taste for the poetic, though he might not show it through speech

There will never be a time where he doesn’t understand you either

Out of the gang, he’s actually the one that paid the most attention in his studies when he was younger

Sure, most of them were on swordplay, but you still have to know fancy words to know the history and legends for the swords, right?

Loves that you describe him as, “As fierce as his sword, but elegant and gentle as a sweet haiku.”

He sees what you did there and he appreciates it

Fujiko

After Goemon, she is the most excited for your poetry/poetic speaking

She could just sit there and listen to you talk for hours

Would also be the one to find actual poetry interesting and not just poetic speaking

She might have a time or two that she might have to ask you what a word means, but knows most of them

Will absolutely melt if you describe her along the lines of, “A goddess who’s beauty and wisdom were not dimmed in the slightest when she took on human form.”

Make sure that you mean it though, and that you’re sure to compliment her smarts as well as her beauty

She’s gotten too many people saying such things to pretend that they saw her that way, that it sort of throws her off when she meets someone who means every word of it and isn’t trying to use her for something

Zenigata

Like Lupin, he’ll get dizzy

But, unlike Lupin he’s not going to be a good about pretending that he knows what’s going on

You’ll just be talking and then see that he’s just sort of glazed over

He likes the way that it sounds though, even if he doesn’t understand you

Like Fujiko he could listen to you for hours, but more so he likes that tone of your voice rather than what you’re saying

He will put effort into learning new words though, during the rare off times he has at the office, little bits at a time right before he goes to bed, when someone else is driving them somewhere, any time that he can fit it in

Let’s you describe him with things like, “As fierce as a hell hound, as protective as a guard dog, and as sweet as a puppy.”

He at least knows what that means

Doesn’t tend to mind other ways you describe him either, because even though he might not know what you’re saying specifically, he knows you wouldn’t say anything hurtful about him

#daisuke jigen x reader #jigen x reader #goemon ishikawa xiii x reader #goemon x reader #fujiko mine x reader #fujiko x reader #lupin iii x reader #lupin x reader #koichi zenigata x reader #zenigata x reader

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