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What will happen in the future? Do you think it will be better than today?

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character development

Kieran brain syndrome isn’t going away so I have to keep drawing him

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DAARLINGGGG GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAILLLL :333

Uhhhh yep

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THINKING... ❛ ❁. ━━ of being a unsettling ghost child.

❛ ⟡. dungeon meshi, thistle & gender neutral reader. platonic. wc: 515

❛ ⟡ ━━ I'M BACK!!1!!1 ,, dungeon meshi spoilers , mentioned golden kingdom ,, reader was apart of the golden kingdom's royal family , as unsettling reader may be, they're still a child. little bit of angst. we need more platonic dun meshi fics (⌣̀ _ ⌣́)

❝ Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk, biking on the wet chalk, spelling out their names, and I feel insane. 'Cause I know it's just a game that I'm playing with my brain. I don't see her, but I see her and I know it isn't real, but I fake it anyway. ❞ 𓂅 dead girls, penelope scott.

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Thinking of being a ghost child that haunts the dungeon. You have the face of an angel, plump cheeks and a sweet giggle. Yet those empty eyes and creepy smile say otherwise. You don't hurt the people coming down from above, you just... observe. Watching them with a wide smile, standing still in those awfully bright white clothes. Most of the adventurers quickly depart from the place they saw you at, spooked by your unsettling presence.

You find amusement in the frightened expression that crosses their faces, you don’t speak. Never move, at least that's what the adventurers think — except to follow them with your eyes, watching their every step as they creep through the winding halls. Occasionally, you might tilt your head, as if curious about the beings who dare come to such a place like the dungeon. 

Contrary to what they think, you are not a vengeful spirit, nor a dangerous entity. You are simply curious.

You do not seek to hurt or torment. Your actions are fueled by a desire to understand the world around you, the strange and varied creatures that reside in the dungeon, and the people who wander its depths. 

Of course you weren’t always like this, you remember a time where you were a “normal” child with a family, living happily in one of the most renowned kingdoms. You remember bright purple eyes, silver hair and soft hands holding your own, hair ruffles by large hands and… the downfall of a kingdom. Those memories are fuzzy but get clearer the deeper you go into the dungeon. 

Once, you ran into an elf with the same purple eyes as the person in your memories, his were just… colder and he looked tired. He looked stunned when he saw you, his eyes got misty and he got this sad look on his face. “(name)?” he uttered your name with a trembling voice. You tilted your head in confusion, how did he know your name? He reached over to embrace you, for some reason he didn’t go through you. Warm hands cradled the back of your head as you were held in a hug, pressed into his shoulder. You quickly pieced together that this was someone you used to know. 

Faintly you could hear a “I found you” as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the comforting feeling that was entirely him. As much as you wanted to remember his name, you couldn’t recall it. That made your lower lip tremble, seeing him tired, hearing his solemn voice and how tightly he held you didn't make it better. Suddenly you let out a sob as you apologized for not recognizing him nor remembering his name and burying your face into his shoulder.

He let out a surprised noise then reached over to wipe away the small tears that gathered by your eyes, “No need for tears, you’re here now and that's all that matters” he smiled and lightly tousled your hair. “As for my name? It’s Thistle”

You blinked at him and sniffled, “I like it…” you grinned.

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You can only REBLOG THIS TODAY

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᪲᪲ ׄ ⴇ 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗌 ৲৲

⠀ 𝓁𝒶． ⠀ ⠀ （⠀ ⠀𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙰 ⠀ ⠀𝖽𝖾 ⠀ ⠀𝗅𝗎𝖼𝖾𝗌

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01. ‎غلأ ⠀ ⠀𝖫𝖠 ⠀ ⠀𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾 ⠀ ⠀        ࣫      𝖾𝗌

𝗎𝗇 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈 ⠀ ⠀ q̲u̲e̲ ⠀ ⠀ cubre ⠀ ⠀ 𝐥𝐚

／⠀𝓋ℯ𝓇𝒹𝒶𝒹 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀，⠀ ⠀ ⎯ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀개 ⠀

02. 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 ⠀ ⠀ temporales

⠀𝖾𝗌𝖺 ．⠀ promesa ㅤۗㅤ⎯⎯⎯   ⠀ ⠀ 19⁹¹

   虛承, ⠀ ⠀＆ ⠀ eternidad  ⠀ doloros

03. 𝒥．⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗅𝖺 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗏𝗈𝗓 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀del

𝒶𝓁𝓂𝒶 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝖾𝗌 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗅𝖺⠀ ⠀ 𝗎́𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺

𓂻 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗊𝗎𝖾⠀ ⠀se ⠀ ⠀ escucha

04. 𝗅𝖺． ⠀ ⠀𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚⠀ ⠀ 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖺⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂

⠀＼ ⠀ 𝖾𝗅 ⠀ 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈 ⠀ 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺 ⠀ 𝗍𝗎𝗌． ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𖥟

𝖠𝖡𝖨𝖲𝖬𝖮 ⠀ ⠀𝒹. ⠀ ⠀tus ⠀ ⠀ ⠀“ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒐𝒋𝒐𝒔

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TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

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blahaj :)

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anyone else hear that ominous bell tolling???? 🤣🤣🤣 no?? just me?????? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Some Art for @wolfbeestudio :)

inspired by @blackggggum’s style(and of course their au❤️)

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blk ,, white ,, grey dividers ,,, !! ^_^

hmm,,, check out my own pixel rentry && about me !!!

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got something for ya

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MUSE ❛ ❁. ━━ ( n.) a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.

❛ ⟡. trailblazer, dan heng, march 7th & gender neutral reader. ━━ wc: 1.1k

❛ ⟡ ━━ strictly platonic. teen reader, the reader is an artist who prefers to sketch in a sketchbook or doodle on post-it notes. Typical Astral Express shenanigans. Reader comes from a poor planet, found family astral express!! March and reader have a lot in common when it comes to capturing memories. Reader likes giving the express drawings.

To you, painting, sketching, doodling, and the like is a way to capture a moment. Just like taking a photograph, yet it takes more time, and it requires more skill. You know that it's faster with a camera. You've seen March snapping photos of the other express members in an instant.

But you take pride in your work. You won't let a camera blow out the flame of inspiration that is burning within you. That flame was the only thing you had left when you were on the streets, dressed in rags that could barely be considered clothes. As you gazed at the shining stars in the night sky from the window of the astral express, those memories resurfaced from the depth of your mind and dripped ink on the pages of your sketchbook The ink, over time, eventually became a silhouette of a child, buildings, and a city.

The piece of art was never shown to your astral express family. It was tucked away in a drawer in your room, never to see seen by eyes other than yours.

But…

There are pieces that you shoe your family, and all of them are gifts to preserve the memories of them and you. For one day, we will all be gone.

❛ ☆ ━━ Trailblazer

You knew their obsession with trash and trash cans, and their birthday was coming up, so you devised a plan. As an artist, art isn't just painting or drawing. It is also sculpting. The plan was… to make them a sculpture! Of what? Of them sparring with the lordly trash can, of course! So you got to work, it was many hours of grueling work, and your hands were starting to cramp up from digging them into the clay of the sculpture.

You sighed and leaned back into your seat. You stared at the finished sculpture that was sat on the table in front of you. It wasn't big, oh no, you weren't that talented, and it would be suspicious if any of the Astral Express members were to see the big statue of the trailblazer in your room.

This model can fit in your cupped hands. The details of their outfit were difficult to add, but you managed, and just in time for the big day! You turned to the cabinet that was on the side of your bed, ah! It was time! You quickly got up from your desk, grabbed the gift box that sat on your bed, and stuffed the sculpture inside. You tied the ribbon on top into a bow. You were ready! Let's hope they like it!

(And they definitely did. They thanked you almost a thousand times and declared you as their favorite)

❛ ☆ ━━ Dan Heng

You put the cap on your pen as you finished the little doodle of Dan Heng that was on a post-it note. It depicted a chibi version of Dan Heng, sitting in the archives, while reading a book. You quietly chuckled to yourself. You got up from your desk in your room and walked down the hall to the door of the archives. You switched from walking to tiptoeing once you got close, not wanting to alarm the vidyadhara that was inside the room. Just as you were about to stick the note on the door, it slid open, revealing the man in your doodle and also leaving your hand in the air, covering Dan Heng's face from your perspective.

You quickly put your hand down and beamed at the man in front of you. He only stared back with his typical poker face, although his eyes held a certain sparkle that was only reserved for you. “Dan Heng! hold your hand out.” You briefly greet him, then gesturing for him to hold his hand out for you. Dan Heng brought his hand up, and you placed the doodle of him in the middle of his palm. “That's for you! Ihopeyoulikeit,okaybyeeeeee” you blurted out and sprinted down the hallway, the embarrassment of being caught in the middle of putting a sitcky note on his door, finally caught up to you.

A dumbfounded Dan Heng stared at your running form as he awkwardly stood in the doorway. He stared down at the little art piece in the palm of his hand. Dan Heng’s lips twitched up into an amused smile. He walked back inside the archives and placed the doodle in the pile of different drawings and paintings that you had given him. Another thing to treasure.

❛ ☆ ━━ March 7th

“Ready?” March asked, her hands behind her back while a big grin was plastered on her face. “Ready.” You confirmed with a nod. Your hands were also behind your back. This was yours and March's monthly gift exchange, her's usually being photos of the express members and you. Yours being sketches of her or the both of you together, but today was different. For once, you decided to paint for her, it has been a while since you've had the motivation to paint but if it was for March you would paint a thousand paintings if it meant to preserve the memories of her and of course… to see her smile.

Little did you know Ms. March also had an extra special gift for you. March started counting down “Okay, 1… 2… 3!” At the count of three, the both of you held out your gifts. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the album that was held in the pink haired girl's hand and hers at the painting in yours. “Here.” You spoke gently and held out the covered canvas to her. She set down the album on the table beside her. March slowly took the canvas from you. She felt nervous, it wasn't every day that you painted. This must be really special.

The pink haired girl pulled down the cloth that was covering the painting. A small gasp left her mouth as she stared at the painting. It depicted you and her, with big smiles on your faces, hugging, while sitting in a field of pink carnations. A flower crown sat on your head, matching hers. March's lower lip wobbled as tears welled up in her eyes. They weren't of sadness, no. They were of joy.

March sniffled and brought you into a tight hug, startling you who was gazing at the album filled to the brim with moments of the Astral Expresses trailblazing adventures. “Thank you!” March's voice wobbled as she held you tightly. The warmth the she radiated, despite her having ice powers, was comforting and… oddly familiar.

You smiled warmly and wrapped your arms around her, hugging her back just as tightly.

“You're welcome”

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Just saw that you write for genshin too!! Yay!!

I wanted to request a child reader who doesn't like talking to people but shy way- but bc she feels like there is no point in it also is a genius but doesn't go to the akademia bc of financial reasons so alhaitham adopts her? Also, kaveh and alhaitham act like parents towards her? Like kaveh scolding her for not making friends at the akademia and scolding alhaitham bc he is not a good example? Basically, kaveh being the worried mom and alhaitham being the cool dad

Sorry if this request was too long and specific 😅 I had this brainrot for a long time and wanted to share it with you

ノ Demure .ᐟ ʚɞ

୨୧ reserved, modest, and shy.

alhaitham, kaveh & gender neutral reader. platonic. | wc: 1.1k

tags/warnings: child reader, typical kavetham bickering, reader is considered a genius, reader has no parents, a little bit of angst regarding reader's backstory

notes: WOW THIS IS SO SO LATE!! I'M SO SORRYY, I've been having a really hard time with my mental health.

she/her pronouns were used in the ask, but the reader is gender neutral so everyone can enjoy. sorry if that's not what you wanted!

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— For as long as you can remember, you were alone. In a house that brought back nostalgia, but those memories were buried deep into your mind, and no matter how hard you tried to dig them up, they stayed hidden.

— You took up small jobs around sumeru to get by, to at least look presentable in public. Even though it was considered child labor, you didn't care. Although when it came to speaking to people, it was difficult. People could be stubborn and rude, you didn't grow up knowing social cues or ways to respond. So, the only option you had was not speaking.

— When you didn't respond to the person that was talking to you, they either assumed you were mute or that you were rude and just didn't want to speak to them.

— Once, you were out in the desert in search of materials for your employer. You had crouched down as you spotted something shining underneath the grains of sand. It was a gem, and it looked quite expensive. The next thing you knew… you were surrounded by people in outfits that you hadn't seen before. Each and every one of them had a sort of red blind fold on. They demanded that you hand it over.

— You couldn't get a response out as your body froze up in fear. Just as one of them was going to swing their weapon down, it was intercepted by a sword.

— It was a man in green, before anyone could react the man knocked out the people who were previously surrounding you. Your eyes sparkled in awe, watching as the man swiftly landed on his feet. His head turned to you, causing you to flinch at his cold eyes, but they slightly softened in something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

↳ Your mouth hung open as you stared at the man in green. He beat up the scary looking people, he… he was so cool! Your eyes sparkled and were basically radiating light. His head turned to you, his eyes were narrowed, and that made you jump and quickly close your open mouth. The man started approaching you — you, not exactly trusting him, looked around for an opening to run away. The man knelt down to your height, yet still at a comfortable distance, his eyes trailed over your face, taking in your features and searching for any injuries. A small bead of sweat ran down the side of your face, discomfort written on your face. “Do you have anywhere to go?” The green man asked. You reluctantly shook your head. Your former house — that was barely staying together - didn't really count. He offered you his hand. “Would you like to come with me?”

You stared at the hand that he held out, should you agree? I mean it's not like you have anywhere else to go, and you weren't exactly made for hard labor jobs… you put your hand on his and nodded, he stood up with your hand is his. “My name is Alhaitham.” He said while looking down at you expectantly. “I'm (Name)...” You muttered but you could tell from his nod that he heard it.

— When you went with Alhaitham, you expected to be taken to an orphanage or taken to the authorities, yet that wasn't the case. He had taken you to his house and given you clean clothes, a warm bed to sleep in and… a roommate?

— After you had taken a bath and changed, Alhaitham had sat you on the couch and explained that he wasn't the only one who lived in the house. You really hadn't expected it since he seems like the type of person to like his alone time, but you understood.

— Once Kaveh came home after a long day of dealing with indecisive clients, he was met with you, and Alhaitham engaged in a game of chess and… The former was actually losing. To Kaveh It felt like a fever dream, so his only response was to stand in the doorway. But once he realized that there was someone other than him and Alhaitham in the house, and that someone was a CHILD.

— oh boy, Kaveh is immediately asking 1000 questions per minute. How did you get here? Where are their parents? Do you even know if they have any other relatives? and so on and so forth.

— Once Kaveh and dwindled down from his flurry of questions, Alhaitham explained your situation.

↳ Kaveh put a hand on his chin as he took in the information provided by his roommate. He hummed “So… they're staying with us?” He asked Alhaitham with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, that's right.” The scribe nodded and crossed his arms, Kaveh sighed “Alright…” He trailed off and met eyes with your wide ones. “I'm Kaveh, nice to meet you, (Name)” He gave you a small smile. Your mouth turned into an ‘o’ shape ‘he's pretty’ you thought.

— As the days went by and the three of you got adjusted to living together, Alhaitham noticed something peculiar about you. You were much more perceptive than other children, often pointing out details that even some adults couldn't have seen, and you learn surprisingly quickly for a child your age.

— You also took a strange interest in the akademia. Whenever you, with either of your guardians, would pass by the akademia, your eyes would be immediately glued to the entrance doors. Alhaitham, seeing your subtle hints of interest, decided to talk with Kaveh to see if they should enroll you in the akedemia.

— and surprisingly, it didn't take much convincing to get Kaveh to agree. The both of them had acknowledged your perceptive nature, quick 5 interest in the akademia. They decided to give you a chance, since it seems that you never had a proper education. They sat you down to tell you, and once they did… you lit up, a rare but well received squeal escaped your mouth as you rapidly thanked them as you ran up to hug them. Your wholesome reaction forced a smile out of Alhaitham and a hearty laughter out of Kaveh.

— You loved your time in the akademia, learning about different plants, animals, and complicated equations that you came close to solving. The only slight problem was… that you didn't make an effort to talk to other kids your age. It was just that you went the best at talking to people, and you got really anxious when you did. It didn't help that you froze up when someone approached you.

— Alhaitham in return, assured you that you didn't need to interact with people. You just needed to focus on your studies and yourself, but Kaveh had the opposite opinion. He believed it was essential to have friends or just people to talk to. It would build up social skills and help with public speaking. At Kaveh's rambling, Alhaitham muttered a quiet "Don't listen to him”, yet Kaveh heard his remark and started to scold him for encouraging the anti-social behavior. Although you kept Kaveh’s advice in mind, you weren't planning on public speaking or speaking to people anytime soon.

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(sorry if requests r closed, u dont have to answer if u dont want to)

Dr ratio + Child reader who has a unique habit of being clumsy and being chaotic >:D they sometimes show love (PLATONICALLY.) to ratio by giving them owl theme gifts or math themed gifts for ratio 😇

have a great day

ノ Effervescent .ᐟ ʚɞ

୨୧ Lively, full of energy, bubbly.

veritas ratio & gender neutral reader. platonic | wc: 1k

tags/warnings: child reader, headcanon format, reader gets hurt a lot, reader's love language is gift giving, how did these get these gifts? who knows. reader is veritas' adopted child, reader is clingy. aventurine mention, veritas calls reader owlet (name for baby owl), veritas is an amazing papa, who ever thinks otherwise is WRONG /lh

notes: rentry. | I really liked this request, I hope dr. ratio is not ooc (゜ロ゜) !

— You're kind of a thorn in Dr. Ratio's side but in a loving way. He gets a headache every time you come home from playing outside and you have a new injury on your person. Whether it be a scrape on your knee from falling down or small cuts on the tips of your fingers because of some thorns, he always patches you up. and gives you a light scolding afterward, of course.

— To make up for your shenanigans, you started bringing him gifts. Sometimes, it's hand-made flower crowns made of common wild flowers, and sometimes it's owl or math themed trinkets. Once, as an apology, you got Veritas an owl mug with the words “Thanks for owl you do” He found it endearing, but he still doesn't know where you got it from.

↳ Veritas stared at the beige mug in his hands, a cute cartoon version of an owl stared back at him. You stood in front of him with your arms behind your back, awaiting his response. “So what do you think, Papa?” You eagerly asked him as you rocked back and forth of your heels, Veritas reached over and patted your head. “It’s a useful gift, and the design is…” He trailed off, gazing at the pun plastered on the ceramic. He cleared his throat, “...cute, I suppose.” A small blush of embarrassment graced his face, your face lit up, happy that he likes his gift.

“But, I do have a question”

“Hm?”

“Where exactly did you get this, I don't recall giving you money to buy this.”

“Hehe…”

— You also bring him random fruits and types of nuts that you found growing in bushes. Veritas can easily tell which is poisonous, so it has become a little routine where you bring fruit, and he identifies if they're safe to eat. You both make a good snack out of it.

— Whenever you do get sick, this man drops EVERYTHING. Oh, he has class scheduled? Not anymore. It's canceled. He got a call that he's needed by the intelligentsia guild? Too bad, find someone else, he has a sick child to take care of. He finds a remedy for whatever you have immediately, and if you refuse to take your medicine because it's too bitter, he finds a way to make it enjoyable. Anything to make sure you're in better health.

— You have met the flashy guy with pretty eyes. He's your papa's co-worker. At first, you found him a little weird, but because he's around Veritas most of the time, you eventually warmed up. Mr. Aventurine started giving you gifts whenever he saw you, and because you love giving gifts as well, you give him one in exchange. Even though it might not be as high quality as his gifts, he seems to appreciate it.

— Whenever you and Veritas go out, you can't stay still at all. Always running off whenever you catch a glimpse of something that interests you and losing you in crowded areas. So he opted to get one of those cute stuffed animal backpacks with a leash on it. You didn't care about the leash part as you were too focused on the cute stuffed animal.

— You're very attached to your papa, so naturally, you have to be by his side at all times. You go to school and you know that he's a teacher but not at your school, his classes are too advanced for your child mind. One time, you had snuck out of school and showed up at the university where Dr. Ratio taught at.

— You are a mastermind at mischief. You had snuck in and wandered around the university in search of your papa. He was albeit easily to find, his voice was very recognizable to you. Especially when he teaches loudly. You had sat outside his door, waiting for the class he was teaching to end. You didn't want to interrupt. You are chaotic, but you're not about to interfere with the students' class.

— Once the students started to file out as the bell rang, you snuck by and stopped in front of Veritas’ desk. His back was turned to you. It seemed he was reviewing one of the student's assignments. Your hand reached over and tugged on his pants leg. He looked surprised at the familiar feeling, as you had done this before when you had wanted to get his attention.

— Of course, once he saw you with your usual smile. In the university where he taught and NOT at school, he freaked out. Well, in his so-called “collective” way, he's genuinely worried for you, because… how did you even get here?? You got a scolding from him, but once you pouted and told him that you missed your papa, he couldn't stay angry at you. 🫶

↳ You pouted as you sat on your papa's spiny chair, him rambling on about how you could have gotten hurt or kidnapped. You know he's right but the good thing is that all that DIDN'T happen. “Now, what was the reason of… this?” He put a hand on his hip and his eyes narrowed. You pressed your lips together, shying away from his intense stare on you. “Mmm…” a bead of sweat ran down the side of your face as his glare almost burned through your face. Until you finally spilled, “Okaayyy…” you whined “I missed you, that's why I came here” your gaze flickered to the floor. Veritas stilled, he knew you were attached to him but hearing you say that you missed him, made his heart soften. He let out a sigh of defeat, his eyes softening “Hm, I did aswell.” He gave you 3 quick pats on the head and retracted his hand.

Your face lit up, you were practically shaking in excitement. You practically tackled him in a hug, your legs wrapped around him in a koala hug. Veritas quickly wrapped his arms around you to hold you up, ensuring that you wouldn't fall. “I love you, papa!” You grinned

He let out a light chuckle, “I love you too, owlet”

…

“Your still grounded though”

“Awe man :(“

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Do u write for genshin impact???

I've actually been wanting to write for genshin for a while now. I was debating on it, but now I have my answer and it's: yes, I do :D