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xiaomainlmao · 22 days
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I had so much pain in my stomach yesterday so heres some comfort headcanons
kazuha who wraps you in blankets and lets you take the side of the bed thats with the walls. he makes sure pillows are snugly put and he makes sure to keep the room comfortable so that you didn't have to worry about anything.
if you crunch your body inwards to try to stop the pain he will literally adjust his whole position to make you feel comfortable.
kazuha who cries with you because seeinng you cry and not being able to stop it literally shatters his heart. he can only put his hand when the pain is and hope that his love absorbs the pain from your body.
kazuha who cradles your face and feels the nonstop tears coming from your eyes. he feels your jaw move when you choke back a sob. he literally wishes he could transfer the pain from you to him just to see you ok.
kazuha who brings water bottles and makes sure theres straws so its an easy task for you to do.
kazuha, who calls every one he knows, almost desperate because the painkillers didnt work, eating something didnt work, drinking water didnt help. had you been less focused on the pain, you wouldve seen a kazuha you rarely seen.
kazuha, who stares at you with a firm gaze when you suggest that this pain wasn't so bad.
"kazuha, please. it can't be-"
you stop your sentence when you feel a stab to your ribs.
"oh....fuck....."
you groan in pain and kazuha widens his eyes when he sees you double down in pain.
"[name]. you're not ok. you are in severe pain and expect me to just 'get over it'. dear, we're going to the hospital-"
you shoot your head up and stare at him right back.
"please...i don't want to go to the hospital."
kazuha leans down and sighs. "ok. give it 30 more minutes and if its worse then were going. okay?"
"okay..."
kazuha who literally feels his body go into relief when your pain slowly but surely go away. as you slept away, he crawled into bed next to you and held you hands.
he whispered. "you scared me there, my love..."
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xiaomainlmao · 29 days
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Overblot Boys Incorrect Quotes because I couldn't sleep last night
Warning: very corny, some are suggestive, funny only the first time you read it lol
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Riddle: I didn't have the best mom
Yuu: But you could be a good daddy.
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Leona: I'll always be a second choice because I was born a few years late.
Yuu: But you'll always be first in my heart
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Azul: I used to be a chubby little octo-twerp
Yuu: But now you are a fine ass octo-daddy
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Jamil: I always have to hold back and make sure I never outshine Kalim
Yuu: But you don't have to hold back in bed
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Vil: I'll never be the most beautiful in the world Yuu: You'll always be the most beautiful in my heart ---------- Malleus: I hate being forgotten and left behind. Yuu: Then let's get married before Ace gets a girl.
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xiaomainlmao · 1 month
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roses are red, violets are blue, lynette is so done with the two of you
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lyney x gn!reader
lynette thinks fontaine’s worst kept secret isn’t how neuvillette wears blue underwear or how the hydro archon loves a good drama, no, fontaine’s worst kept secret is lyney’s massive crush on you and how everyone and their grandmother know except you.
comedy, pining lyney, lynette being so done
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Lyney’s frowning.
Most people would find it an odd expression on him, used to having him direct dazzling smiles and playful laughter their way. But Lynette isn’t just anyone, and the sight of Lyney frowning is hardly a rare phenomenon within the privacy of their household.
Freminet’s usually Lyney’s choice of victim for whatever nonsense he’s managed to build himself up in that head of his, but Freminet’s busy doing errands and Lynette is unfortunately the only person within vicinity that Lyney trusts with his secret—which isn’t even a secret by this point, people have been making bets on how long it would take you to realize that Lyney’s been pining over you since forever.
Case in point: Lyney frowning over two identical flowers. She doesn’t need to be a mind reader to know that her brother is having a midlife crisis over which flower to give you.
Lynette thinks he should just man up and confess. Preferably within the next week or so, otherwise she’d lose her bet.
“Lynette, which one is more eye-catching, the crimson one,” he holds up the flower in his right hand, then he raises the other one, “or the maroon one?”
Lynette gives him the deadest stare she can muster. “They’re the same color.”
“Oh, sister, have you no taste?” Lyney tuts, pouting at her for a moment before returning to that constipated look as he squinted at the ‘crimson’ and ‘maroon’ flowers. Talk about being delusional.
“(Y/N)’s not gonna care whether the rose is crimson or maroon or red,” she tells him. You’d probably accept a dead flower if it came from Lyney, with that starry-eyed look you always got whenever he so much as glances your way. Lynette’s not one to judge other people’s taste too harshly, but she does wonder what you see in her overdramatic and annoying brother.
Ah, well. They do say love makes people blind. Hopefully not literally though, Lynette’s not looking forward to performing shows alone because Lyney got blinded by his love for you—though if you asked Lynette, she’d tell you it wasn’t love so much as obsession. Only someone insane would spend hours picking out flowers and calling them ‘maroon’ and ‘crimson’. It’s just red.
Lynette squints at him. “And since when were you interested in the meaning of flowers?”
“Well, I suppose you could say I like to dabble in other pursuits.” Lyney gives her a cheeky grin.
“Right…” He’s clearly losing his mind.
“Red roses symbolize true love, though rainbow roses in particular pertain to passion, and…” He trails off, eyes blinking in astonishment. She can practically see the lightbulb appearing on top of his head.
With a flick of his wrists, the ‘crimson’ and ‘maroon’ roses disappear. Lynette watches him warily, wondering what kind of outlandish idea has formed in that head of his.
But he doesn’t elaborate more, only shoots a wink at her and says, “I’ve got a great idea.”
His great idea, as it turns out, is to corner you in an alleyway and make it rain rainbow roses around you as he asked you out on a date, all while Lynette is crouched on the roof, dumping sacks of rainbow roses and vindictively hoping one of them stabs Lyney in the eye. No such luck.
You, as the ever-crazy romantic that you are, are awestruck and amazed by what he’s done instead of weirded out like how a normal person would be. With an eager smile and a twinkle in your eye, you accept the rose in Lyney’s hand and say yes when he asks you to meet him for dinner tomorrow. Lynette wants to barf, but settles for dumping another sack of flowers on top of the two of you.
And if she uses a little bit of anemo to direct a few petals to Lyney’s face? Well, you removing a petal sticking to his cheek and having your fingers linger there for a few moments wasn’t part of the plan (the plan being: embarrass her brother by having him choke on a petal while he’s speaking), but she can’t entirely begrudge the result. Not when Lyney looks like he’s about to have a meltdown with just one touch from you. Good blackmail material right there.
Lynette’s happy that the two of you have finally gotten your heads off your asses and are actually going on a date. Though mostly she’s happy about the amount of mora heading her way soon.
She’ll have to thank Freminet for telling her about the bet about you and Lyney. Maybe she can start a new bet on when the two of you are getting married—probably soon, if the lovestruck look on Lyney’s face is anything to go by. She hopes he won’t be crazy enough to propose on the second date, because you’d certainly be crazy enough to accept if he did.
Oh, well. Lynette will put a bet on one month just in case.
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xiaomainlmao · 1 month
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The delicate scent of the morning
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synopsis: you wouldn’t take Albedo for a romantic type, but he is learning. For you.
pairing: Albedo x reader
tw: established relationship, pure fluff
word count: 1.8k+ words
author’s note: please, go and check this amazing artwork! It is what gave me a sudden burst of inspiration for this piece of writing.
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The faint smell of something vivid but yet not recognizable invades your senses, bringing you a familiar sense of comfort. However, your hazy mind develops an understanding that something is off. You find it strange that there is a flowery fragrance, since the night before you fell asleep enveloped in a mix of artificial scents of alchemical substances and the lingering smell of a campfire. But maybe you are just asleep? The fresh aroma of meadow weeds is but a dream where you are leisuring under the sun with your lover just inches away from you. Your eyes are closed and you are basking in the sunlight as the wind is playing with your hair, tangling loose strands and creating a gentle mess you could care less about. Fingers are plucking at the grass beneath you, making a small show of your hand traveling closer and closer to his and then-
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xiaomainlmao · 2 months
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Bro honestly looks like Azul Ashengrotto from Twisted Wonderland lol
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xiaomainlmao · 2 months
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According to the Judgment of the
♪ Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale ♪
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xiaomainlmao · 2 months
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I’m tired of people acting like Zhongli is a serious and chill guy who would never cause problems on purpose as if he isn’t one of the biggest menaces out of the Seven. He used to throw mountains at Venti for annoying him. He, the god of history, starts fights among historians for shits and giggles. He tried to gaslight the Traveler into thinking he was totally not at the Chasm guys really Aether/Lumine you must be seeing things maybe you should go see Baizhu. When Qiqi wanted “Cocogoat” milk he was like “Oh yeah sure totally let’s go look for it” knowing damn well it was a wild goose chase. He made the Traveler sing to a flower and then was like “Oh would you look at that” when a Whooperflower jumped out to maul them. I love him. He’s like a cat pushing things off the counter to see how people react. I would pay to see him interact directly with Neuvillette because I know for a fact he’d get on that man’s nerves and argue about water tasting just to feel something. Furina used freedom from godhood to take a nap and Zhongli used it to give psychic damage to anyone who talks to him longer than 5 minutes. Iconic.
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xiaomainlmao · 2 months
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mother🤲
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xiaomainlmao · 2 months
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4ggravate then vs now
I'll miss these idiots so much 🥲❤️
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xiaomainlmao · 2 months
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Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper gijinka
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xiaomainlmao · 3 months
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yellow rose.
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this is how albedo loves.
pairing. albedo / gn! reader genre. fluff, slice-of-life romance, non-linear narrative, songfic word count. 1,501 warnings. mentions of food
note. this is reposted from my old blog, because i like it way too much to just let it rot in my archive. (also huge shout out to @sohyuki i love you sm my #1 yellow rose supporter and enabler!)
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Kiss me once Then, kiss me twice Then, kiss me once again It’s been a long, long time
The simplicity of loving Albedo tastes sweet on your tongue; like sugar, like honey. It coats the back of your throat and it stays there, honey bees building honeycombs to make a home, to protect their queen, to store something sweet.
Albedo runs his fingers through ash blonde and the way he does it is methodical that it’s beautiful. He brushes his hair back, with some strands left sticking to his sweat-slicked skin, warm in the bright sunny sky. He tries again, pushing them back and behind his ears, and there is a golden glow that haloes him.
In the eyes of the divines in Celestia above, Albedo offers his hand. He offers it just like how he offers everything to you—whole and in earnest. This is loving Albedo, and Albedo loving you. Like sugar, like honey.
“Dance with me?”
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xiaomainlmao · 4 months
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Lyney: I-T-G-I-R-L Y'KNOW I AM THAT GURL Lynette: Lyney, you're a guy Lyney: What do you mean? I am the "it girl". All girls are jealous of me! They all want to be me! Lynette: They want you, not want to be you Lyney: b-but I'm such girlfriend material Freminet: oh what did the traveller tell him this time
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Paradox Live 1st album “TRAP”     
New tracks included:
- BErmud△ Tri△nglE / BAE  - One Shot One Kill / The Cat’s Whiskers  - Runnin’ /cozmez  - A.K.Y.R -悪漢奴等 Go over da TRAP- / 悪漢奴等  - Rap Guerrilla -Paradox Live All ARTISTS-             
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xiaomainlmao · 6 months
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Sigewinne: (mad at Wrio) Whether or not I am mad at you has nothing to do with you! Wriothesley: (amused) Eya... the fact that it's literally about me is reason enough for me to know
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xiaomainlmao · 6 months
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✧ The Final Feast ✧
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xiaomainlmao · 7 months
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Summary- Akashi Seijuro, the man with a split personality, meets a person who has no personality. Basically, Dissociative Identity Disorder vs Depersonalization-derealization disorder.
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Trauma.
No matter how big or small, it's the one main thing that can lead to personality disorders.
And no matter how dull your eyes looked when he forced you to look up, he knew that there was something behind your irises that resembled what he sees in his own reflection in the mirror.
Akashi Seijuro, the first year student council president, captain of the Rakuzan basketball team, the man feared by everyone in the school including his seniors. It was near impossible to surprise him, he seemed unfazed by everything.
And yet, his heterochromatic eyes were dilated. He stared into your own eyes, which showed no signs of any emotion whatsoever- no fear, no respect, not even surprise when he suddenly shoved your shoulder and forced you to look towards him.
He was tired of how you only responded to his words with a simple "mhm" as you did whatever reasonable job was asked of you. He was annoyed that you didn't show him the same level of respect as everyone else did in your class. And he was frustrated with how you just seemed to not care about his presence.
He needed answers.
And he did get answers, without you having to say anything.
"Tch," he walked away.
He had an urge to talk to you, be around you and find out exactly what lead you to be like this, just so he could feel like there's at least someone out there who would understand him. But he suppressed his urges.
He'd hear Oreshi's voice every once in a while, suggesting Bokushi to open up a bit, but as long as it was Bokushi in control, Akashi Seijurou would never let his pride fall.
"Maybe if I lose, if that ever happens." he'd scoff in reply, as he looked at himself when he washed his face before heading to bed. "If that ever happens..."
The Winter Cup was just around the corner. And as expected, Rakuzan made it to the finals without breaking a sweat. People from their school were there in the stadium, cheering them on throughout the matches, but Akashi noticed that there were also some who stopped showing up after a couple matches.
And he wouldn't have been bothered by it if you weren't one of them. All he wants was acknowledgement from someone like him, and yet here he is, facing off against his former teammates, knowing they wouldn't understand everything that runs through his mind.
Bokushi and Oreshi truly were like two sides of a coin, opposite but cannot live without each other. They were half of a whole of what made Akashi. But that also caused him to be confused about his own feelings. While both seeked attention, Oreshi wanted it to be out of understanding, while Bokushi wanted respect. Prideful was Bokushi but with a considerate Oreshi in the way, Akashi couldn't help but get swayed away often.
In the end, Rakuzan lost to Seirin in the Winter Cup. Bokushi accepted his loss as Oreshi was free to be in control again.
"What happened to your hair?"
Akashi found himself in front of you. He hadn't given it much thought, letting his instincts, his need, drive him this once.
He seemed to have changed a lot. But you on the other hand, seemed the same as ever as you sat there, alone, in the school courtyard, your lunch on your lap. That same, expressionless expression...
"Listen, I just want to talk."
"Oh, is this you letting go of your pride?" you took a bite of your food. "Wow, what happened?"
"Just thought of changing some things up. I hardly doubt that's abnormal."
You just hummed in response and continued staring into the distance. Akashi was feeling nervous. This is the one time he's willing to let go of his pride, so he better utilize it to the fullest. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Sure, this spots empty anyway."
"What about your friends?"
"They're probably eating together, somewhere. I don't know, and I don't really care. All I want is to look at that bird nest over there."
Akashi followed your finger to the bird nest, where two baby birds sat, cuddling up to a much bigger bird. Then he looked back at you and the way your eyes were glimmering at the sight.
Huh, maybe you do show some emotions. And, if he were being completely honest, then even his eyes were probably glimmering at the sight. It was pretty peaceful after all.
"Say, Akashi-san, do you have an interest in the concept of 'still life'? It may seem boring to some, but it can bring a lot of peace to some others."
"I haven't heard too much about it, but would love to know more. Please do continue, yn."
Most of Akashi's conversations included work. To be able to talk about something so casual was a bit foreign to him, but he certainly didn't mind it. He hadn't realized how easy it was for him to get along with you. Was it because he'd grown used to your unfazed nature towards him and and his position? Was it because he realized that being seen as just another person isn't so bad after all? That he doesn't always need to assert his superiority as he was told to by Bokushi and his father?
Healing is conditional. It takes time and the right people. And maybe, choosing to be here with you might be his first step.
He's not sure whether this is Oreshi's consideration or Bokushi's pride, but he doesn't even want think about it, because right now, he's sure of one thing.
He wants to help you both get through whatever together.
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xiaomainlmao · 7 months
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Hey God it's me again. Back by nobody's request once again: Me, 🦝.
Can we talk about Heizou?
Trick question. I WILL talk about Heizou and YOU WILL listen.
I like him so much the little skrunkly Mr canon daddy issues. Mr I want my father to be proud of me and it hurts. Mr I need to be the best and I'll still not be enough.
I love him a lot. I know I'm usually here to be horny but tbh today I'm not. I just feel bad for him. We all talk about Kazuha's my-best-friend-died-in-my-arms story but Heizou's is completely ignored. It's the ptsd for me. It's the family issues for me. It's the other people have a false image of the nature of his being for me. It's the hidden insecurities, the silent overthinking for me. Like bro did anyone ever pay attention to how careful he is with the traveler because he doesn't want to scare them off. It's the no friends (only mildly derogatory) for me.
It's the everything for me. My brain pointed at this little dude and went "that one" and now I think about him. All the time. I just want to hold him. Like bestie is u good? Do you need a hug? Some comfort? Some therapy? I will smooch him very lovingly mwah mwah
⇝𝓢𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼⇜
characters: heizou x nb!reader
warnings: angst, fluff, PTSD, reverse comfort, insecurity, heizou’s just having a very very bad day😢reader and heizou’s not in a relationship yet
notes: SAME 🦝 NONNIE! i’ve reached friendship lvl10 with heizou and i read all stories of the characters whether i like them or not and heizou’s just made me cry😭😭😭 his only friend died out in public, in his arms, saying “i… i came to see you too”. i just cosnfijdnfjsjf
also i wrote this while listening to mitski and shed good few tears here and there 🦝 anon😔👍
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detective shikanoin heizou of the tenryou commission is a name that’s widely known for it’s incredible intelligence, witty remarks and boy-ish charms. however that’s not all there is of heizou.
at 2 in the morning, when someone knocks on your door and wakes you up from your nice dreams, it’s safe to say that you’re ready to throw hands unless it’s an emergency. but then again almost every time you’re awoken at an unholy hours is because it’s an emergency.
‘this better be something good ‘cause i have a long day of commissions tomorrow’ throwing on a haori on top of your loose yukata, stumbling to the front door of your little house, the least person you expected to wake you up was the renowned detective of the tenryou commission.
immediately thinking of what you did that could’ve been considered law-breaking, one came into mind. but hey, you had to sock that guy because he was troubling the traveler when they were on the brink of collapsing!
“…hey, sorry to wake you up so late” heizou’s voice snapped you out of your little mind-ramble.
“oh no, it’s fine. would you like to come in?” nodding and quietly shuffling into your house, heizou seemed just so… quiet. most of the times he would spend time with you, he would be rambling about the newest case he got, how the criminals are getting dumber and dumber everyday or just about things in general.
asking him if he would like something to drink and sitting in your kitchen at 2am with the detective just silently staring at his glass of water was concerning. moreover there were dry tear tracks on his face and his clothes seemed half-heartedly thrown on.
after a while of just sitting in a deafening silence, heizou started to talk. about how he wants to be seen as the perfect reliable detective, how he wants his dad to be proud of him, about how his only childhood friend was a fraud and a thief, how after a year of staying out of contact, he met his friend again only for them to be bleeding out on the side of the road of the festival.
when recalling how his only friend had told him he wanted to see him as well, while holding a bloodied green pebble from his wallet which had no mora, only the pebble, the tears that filled his eyes fell. choking on his words, trying to apologize for dumping all of his problems on you, this was also heizou.
the same shikanoin heizou that throws around flirty remarks with you. the same shikanoin heizou that catches criminals left and right like they were just passing by him in the streets. the same shikanoin heizou who proudly declared he wanted to stop evil.
“i-i’m sorry hic i didn’t mean to dump-oomf!” being held close to your chest and telling him it was okay and that you understand was the last breaking point for him. sobbing out loudly like a child and clinging to you like a lifeline, this was also shikanoin heizou. your heizou.
after exhausting all his strength, you simply carried him to your bed for him to rest.
to heizou he felt like he was being gently cradled by the sun. so soft, warm and inviting.
to heizou, you were the only one to truly see who he was and not run away.
to heizou, you are the one he fell for and damn did he fell for the perfect person.
to heizou, your arms felt like home.
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