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“Heroic souls of Strife, heed my call… I am the Lance of Fury… The agony this world needs!”

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Dear diary,

Today I could smell blood the moment she came home today. She reeked of it. I tried politely coaxing an answer out of her but she stopped me before I could get any further. What is it about her glare that sends me into such a panic? I wonder if the shape of her pupils is something naturally off putting to fawns. Or perhaps, it’s as simple as the look of fury in her eyes. No, that’s not it. I’m stronger than that. As much as Rhine enjoys laughing at the mere notion, I’ve grown thicker skin since taking refuge in her home. The only other option must be that- No, absolutely not. I simply won’t even entertain the idea. It’s not that easily put. It’s just.. I look at her so casually and she stares back with a grin that says she wants to eat me. And somehow, for some reason unbeknownst to me, it makes my heart race. Not out of fear, but of excitement. If my mom knew I was feeling those emotions for someone like that? Well, she’d surely kill me before anyone else could get the chance. Thankfully, I am confident this feeling will pass in due time.

Until next time,

August.

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@sleepyqinfei he's on his way!!!

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Im down to play O.O "All of it was to bring me back to you" for Mydei? We do a silly male wife exchange

oh i am absolutely down for a male wife exchange 😼 I’m still getting the hang of writing mydei so if he’s ooc i’m so so sorry ><

| Waiting and Wanting |

Mydei x Gn!Reader | Minors do not interact

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, Hsr 3.1 Spoilers, Angst, Bittersweet Ending, Can be seen as an unhappy ending depending on the person, Reader is a Kremnoan.

Summary: Mydei has one request before setting out on a journey of his own.

The black tide was something you and Mydei had discussed many times while recovering from the wounds of the battlefield. Taking refuge near a small fire, you and Mydei talked amongst the others you had fought alongside. That is until someone brought up that grim topic. Everyone’s faces would fall, focused on anything but the unfortunate reality they lived. And then there was Mydei, his expression didn’t fall, instead he kept his gaze forward and confidently swore to it that everyone’s sacrifice would not be in vain.

You listened as Mydei both calmed and encouraged your fellow comrades. He always did have a way with words that even you didn’t quite understand. It caused a feeling to bubble within you that you couldn’t quite describe. To your knowledge, at least, there was no word you could think of to label this sensation. Several years you experienced these unfamiliar emotions, and it all started when you met Mydei.

Watching him lift the spirits of the others surrounding the campfire, you couldn’t help but smile and take in the image before you. Savoring the moment before it would vanish faster than your legs could run.

The following morning Mydei was greeted with an unfortunate reality. You had left without a word, not even a measly note to reassure his concerns. That day you were meant to join him for battle, but instead he fought alongside fellow comrades until each and every one of them had fell tragically. He didn’t have to wonder much on the reasoning for your disappearance, remembering the conversation you shared days beforehand.

“Mydei, why do you fight?” You questioned, head turning to look your friend in the eyes.

The question of course had thrown him off guard. Why would you, a Kremnoan, ask such a question? It was a request he had no business answering. At the time he was not sure how to answer your question. Although, now looking back he held hope that he’d have a better answer for your request. Perhaps that’s why even after all those years he still longed to see you.

“I have a selfish request.” Mydei confessed in a soft voice.

Mydei wasn’t sure how much longer he had in Okhema, but he wasn’t about to waste a moment longer. Since being crowned King of Kremnos, he vowed to end the dynasty with him, but there was one last thing he wanted while he had to power to ask for it. He was a little uncomfortable with the notion of doing what he was going to do. Although, when taking his future into consideration and the words of a dear friend, he had convinced himself that he deserved it.

In the following days Mydei used every resource available to him, excluding the help of his fellow chrysos heirs. He couldn’t ask for their help on the matter, not even Phainon. Thankfully, fate was merciful towards Mydei, for he was able to snag a few leads. These small bouts of information allowed him to pave a path that eventually led him to a small home out in the middle of the country.

If someone wanted to be secluded for the majority of society then that was the perfect place to hide. But why were you hiding? Mydei had an idea or two, but he wanted to hear it from your own mouth. Maybe then he could finally move forward in peace. Or so he thought.

He set aside a day and time in advance when nothing was expected of him to head towards the location. On his way he had prepared for every possible outcome, but even still nothing could have prepared him for the truth he was about to uncover.

Mydei climbed up a hill and stood there, gazing at you from the top while you tended to the garden surrounding your home. Even from a distance he could tell that time had indeed passed over the years. He took one step forward, stopping himself from descending down that hill. He had wanted this for so long. So why did he hesitate? Why had Mydei question the very reason for his journey?

Selfish as it was he wished to talk to you one last time. Mydei wanted to get to know the person you had become over the years. But he was worried he wouldn’t like what he’d find. Or at least that was the lie he told himself to reassure that he needn’t approach you. Wouldn’t it be selfish to reintroduce himself knowing the fate that lied before him? He simply couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t break your heart, not like that anyway.

After some consideration he had convinced himself to move to get a closer look at you. He didn’t deserve it, that he was sure of, but he dearly wanted to get one last look of your face. He at the very least earned that.

In a perfect world Mydei would confront you. Remind you of who he was in case you had forgotten, and embrace you with open arms. In a perfect world he would hold you close and say, “All of it was to bring me back to you.” But it was not a perfect world, and that was not the destiny that awaited Mydei.

Instead, Mydei watched you from a distance. Studying your weak and aged appearance as you hummed something to yourself. You seemed so happy, finally at peace. Mydei would never forgive himself if he tore that away from you. He couldn’t and he promised he wouldn’t.

As he hid behind a nearby tree he noticed how you still had the same smile lines. Your hair still held the same shape as it did in the past, of course it had become grey with time. Your hands which Mydei remembers used to spar with him, trembled as you tilted the watering can onto the flowers you took care of.

He smiled, as he felt a pain envelop his chest. His hand reached up and touched the spot where his heart resided. Mydei, understood now. He always knew why you had left but he needed to see it for himself. He still remembered what you had told him the night before you disappeared.

“Don’t you want more than what is destined of you?”

He didn’t know what you were insinuating at the time, or maybe that was another white lie of his, but he finally understood.

“I want to live a live a peaceful life. Not.. this.”

It was time for him to leave, but as he turned around to return to Okhema, he couldn’t help but turn around and smile at you. You, who was enjoying the secret life you had made for yourself.

“Farewell, my friend.”

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Wriothesley's perfect cup

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If he let me into his lap, I think he'd find himself to be the one making disruptive noises.

“Anaxa?” Your voice calls out to him as you enter his office in the Grove. Anaxa picks up on the way you don’t use his full name still— even after he’s instructed you to countless times, but he decides not to correct you on it anyway. Only offering nothing more than a subtle shake of his head before his eye is lifting from the book on his lap to your figure at the door.

He’s lounging back on one of the arm chairs in the corner of the room and by the time he’s greeted you and you’ve closed the door behind yourself, his attention is back on his book. Enjoying the remnants of his silence before you decide to speak again, he knows you will.

Your curiosity is quite obvious when you clasp your hands behind your back to approach the Sage, so he opts to pause before reading the next sentence on the page in front of him.

“What’re you doing? Are you reading?” Your voice asks gently, carefully as you take a step closer and Anaxa offers you another fleeting look as he props his head up against his fist. It allows you to admire the way the soft colour of his hair rests over his features with the movement.

“Yes, you’re quite perceptive.”

“Anything worth sharing?” Another question and you don’t see any irritation on his features from your consistent conversation yet. Actually, he doesn’t seem to be bothered at all— despite the way your voice interrupts his golden silence, the next look he gives you is quite neutral, almost patient in its own way.

You’re almost close enough to be able to take a peek at the pages yourself as you come to stand just short of the armchair he rests on, and he presses his fingers between the spine of the book before he gives you a real look this time. “It is mere research into the transmutation of one’s soul but I suppose I can.” And his gaze holds you there. “Since you are sincerely curious.”

You smile softly down at Anaxa as you tilt your head in curiosity, the look he’s giving you does make you feel rather flustered. But you can’t find it in yourself to look away either, so you question him again— even if only to distract from your own beating heart. “Suddenly worried about the repercussions of experimenting with your own soul?”

It’s a joke, a light jab at the way you know the Sage tampers with himself, but it’s not that he’s unskilled or without knowledge— you just.. still can’t help but be nervous at how far he’s willing to go. Though you’ve long accepted that he’s past convincing, he offers you a shrug before he’s glancing between the pages of his book again.

Because despite how golden Anaxa finds his silence, before all else— his love language will always be explaining everything to you in exemplary detail. Even if only to settle your concerns.

“Oh, I’m not worried. Despite alchemy not being omnipotent— it is a small price to pay for experimentation. After all, these instances cannot be carried out with hidden resources. You need a willing candidate and my precise calculations account for any shortcomings or possibilities should they arise—“ He’s far too caught up in his own explanation to notice your movement, maybe it’s because of how smooth you seem to push yourself into his lap and even despite his surprise, he’s able to make room for you just as quickly.

Though Anaxa does spare you a curious look at the interruption as you get comfortable, he decides to hold the book in one hand while the other rests on your thigh and he taps at this skin as you continue to gaze at him. You, yourself look a bit surprised he’s stopped talking— almost disappointed that he’s cut himself off.

But you hear him annotate his page before letting the book close in on itself on the arm of his seat, and then his now free hand comes to join the other.

“Just what are you up to?” Anaxa hums, taking note of the innocent look you give him— like you can’t imagine why he’d be asking such a question. Like you haven’t just crawled into his lap mid-explanation.

And that innocent act is only emphasised by a shrug before you pout your lips a bit, “Nothing for you to be suspicious about. Can’t I listen from here?” It’s quite convincing actually, so the Sage can’t really bring himself to tell you no because you do seem to be quite comfortable in your new found position and he feels quite the same. So instead, he turns his attention back to his book and re-finds his page and his findings before clearing his throat.

“If you refrain from being noisy then I suppose that’s alright.”

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‘i’ll take care of you’ x ‘i don’t know how to be cared for’

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@nyankomusume

Honkai Impact 3rd | Elysia

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@mewnbuns @mewnbuns @mewnbuns

Anaxa 💚

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I'VE HANDED IN MY THESIS LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOooooooo take a big nap....

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The Crow is out and unavailable until Tuesday. My replacement is the creature above, so no one will be without caw.

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"Did you expect to bury your troubles along with their bodies?" Dottore had to force down a chuckle. She knew better than that. Taking a life out of vengeance was one thing, but living with the consequences was an entirely different issue. From how she was leering, it could only be assumed that she was aware of her own folly. "You knew it wouldn't make me feel any better," venom laced Celeste's words, unsurprising, but still unpleasant. "Yes."

Celeste and Dottore

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Ima say it. Sucking the barrel of Anaxa's gun as he tries to ignore his growing ache you're teasing with wandering fingers pulling at the button right over his hard on.

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a kiss on the chest (dottore x reader)

warnings: suggestive; reader has breasts. notes: Another repost from a series of prompts. As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Thank you to those who take the time to read and comment on my work; it’s greatly appreciated ♥

The sky in Sumeru is unlike the sky in Snezhnaya, the latter often grey and filled with clouds that bring ice and snow; on clear nights, illuminated by the aurorae. Here the setting sun casts the sky and earth in a warm glow, your skin turning to molten gold as the last rays hold you in their tender embrace, tangling in your hair and kissing your parted lips.

You, so soft and fragile—so human—look absolutely divine draped in swaths of sunshine, Sumeru Roses at your feet and a Zaytun Peach in your hand. Zandik forsook the gods long ago, yet he finds himself worshiping the ground you walk on, your presence allowing him to stomach the harsh memories of his homeland and leaving a bittersweet taste in his mouth.

How infuriating you are, unearthing these emotions he once buried in his youth. He wishes he could rip his heart from his chest as your teeth sink into the flesh of the fruit between your fingers, juices dribbling down your chin and neck. There is nothing sweeter than a Zaytun Peach plucked straight from the stem—far sweeter, fuller, and softer than those imported into Snezhnaya—or so he believed.

His tongue traces the sticky sweetness from the corner of your mouth and over the column of your throat, delving between your breasts, not letting a single drop go to waste. He was wrong. They taste better with you; with the way your breath catches in your lungs and your body shudders beneath his touch.

He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your chest, devouring your pulse between sharp teeth and a sigh.

This means nothing, he tells himself as his heart pounds against his ribs, rattling the bars of its cage.

Nothing at all.

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Hey heyy... do you guys wanna see a snippet of the prequel to my fic start carvin' darlin'?