snezhnoel

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I love this art

Why do I keep drawing this man....

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Literally browsing through the homicipher tag and liking every post

like you

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I had to rise from the dead for this

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second gif — "I have a pen, I have an apple. apple pen."

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MY FRIEND SHOWED ME THIS HYDE VERSION AND I WAS LIKE

"???? damn bitch looking like forget me not"

AND MY FRIEND WAS LIKE

"???? WHO??? WHAT KINDA NAME???"

SO I SHOWED THEM HIM THEN WE LAUGHED ABOUT HIS HORRIBLE POSTURE 🥺👉👈

forget me not r u hiding smt from us?

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Empath

testing krita for the first time aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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curie paroori RAGHHH

Baphomet (oc)

i know i said i wouldnt post ocs here but i kinda want to share him here

also a study and repost, there was a mistake that was bothering me sm 🥹

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no, I don't write stories

I text them online 😭😭

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Y'ALL ARE THE BEST TY FOR THE 100 NOTES ON FORGOTTEN DEITY READER 🫶🫶

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i NEED a pantalone one shot about the reader's love languange

specifically, reader grew up rich and got everything they desire, but their love languages isn't receiving gifts!

cough cough, acts of service pls

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y'all crazy I just posted forgotten deity sagau four days ago and already reached 80 notes

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bye I'm going hiatus again

or not

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expect something from me tonight or tomorrow 😉

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🥺🥺🥺

them skrunkly 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Pink and Raevella (belongs to @snezhnoel)

[snezhnoel]

I'm no deity, please understand.

teyvat was monochrome; colorless; an uninteresting world with no spice. the world building was detailed yet not at the same time. the mountains are tall as ever, and the oceans and sunset blend black and white gorgeously as if they work partners for it. all these magnificent views and the archons wondered, what is truly missing?

it's just an ordinary day. well, no actually, happy birthday for those that day. your mother birthed you as a mere human, and took care of you as just another mortal. your academic grades are pretty good, but not enough to catch another one's attention. summary is, you are just like others.

you experienced gifted kid's burnout by the time your mother left, now desperately thirsting over compliments and praises, it's even worse than ever. but once again, you're just like others, so you've grown up with nothing in particular that sharpens you over anyone else. how did you get on this point?

it's three am. you sat on your bed and gaze out the window, you're lucky enough to have a magnificent view, you always reminded yourself. frustration hits you for the second time in the same hour, it's not your fault that the school project is too hard to your liking.

the thing is, it's to invent something, anything, no rules or requirements whatsoever, and that's what made it so difficult. you are lost without guidance, from your mother and the education, you're not that of a creative type afterall.

another forty five minutes rolled in like wind, the thought of the night transitioning into morning is making you sick. just, how fast time truly flies?

time truly flies? time truly flies.. oh, that's it! you grinned a genuine expression of relief, you've finally got an idea for the project! another step to do, you need to write an essay about the theory, since proving it physically is rather.. difficult.

goddamn, your seatmate didn't note you that it's this difficult?! you swore quietly, gritting your teeth as a huff of another frustration rushes over. your eyes wondered on your room to find source of relaxation, cringing as you just realized how messy your room is, though oddly enough you know just where a thing is placed. accidentally, you held your gaze to the clock as it replied by showing the time; 4:13 am.

silent fucker, you insulted it. you spent another seven minutes thinking if your essay would succeed. your final decision is to rip the papers and clean up after your tools, before settling in to bed.

you woke up with a sore body. you just dreamed of chasing the distant dream which you forget by now, though you remember a piece where a figure looks too similar with you, though wearing the finest clothes and a crown— halo, placed upon their head. it's a weird dream that you had to admit, but you knew better than to stay in bed and wait until you're late.

you did your usual routine; prepare to bath, shower and brush your teeth, almost slipping the slippery floor once you get out, do your clothes and brush your hair in a way you favor, then go downstairs to treat yourself a cereal.

by the time you're ready to go, you forgot how you ripped apart your essay's papers. goddamn, you murmured to yourself. though worried, your ignorant self dominated other emotions, resulting an I don't care declaration to yourself, then walk alone to your school

it's monochrome, stays the same as ever. you've been familiar with this world for as long as you remember, and also until you're skilled enough to know which monochromatic shade resembles the seven archons, despite how nerdy it sounds.

it's as if you've teleported right to your class. time passes until the first lesson, science, something you're not a big fan of. it's either the class itself or the teacher, you're unsure with yourself. the teacher continued on whatever today's topics are, but your mind is dozed off to the essay due today, specifically after this science class.

you didn't pay any attention, hence why you looked like a dear about to get hit when everyone's scattered to make whatever liquid they wanted. not wanting a judgemental gaze from the teacher, you hurriedly takes an empty table— which is unfortunately on the front row, but you couldn't care enough.

you started on mixing whatever is on the table, ignorance taking over once again, whispering as if gaslighting you into forgetting the possible side effects. it worked. a small exploison from yours occured. flabbergasted and on instinct, you used your vision to protect yourself upon it. the contact made a universal change in teyvat unbeknownst to you.

silence filled the room, your classmates looking just as flabbergasted as the teacher. you peered over to your desk, expecting ruined materials but no, it's.. a..?

you're not sure what it's called. it's not monochromatic; it's not a shade of black, gray nor white. it's vibrant, brilliant, determined and brave..!

wh- did you just describe something that you don't even know exist? either way, the sounds of clapping echoed throughout the room, both from your classmates and the teacher, and some occasional yells of woohoo following.

the teacher approached you, asking if you know what it is, and if not, what would you call it?

you froze in place. you don't know what it is but, what would you call it? out of panic, you stumbled upon your words, muttering a series of nonsense.

the teacher raised an eyebrow, confused on your behavior. she then caught on a word that got her particular attention. a color, she repeated your words. you just sent another eyebrow raise at her, humming a confused tone.

the teacher congratulated you and another round of claps followed after. time, you swore, is like an illusion. direct government officials under the archon's orders arrived to school to keep safe the color. the name of the substance left an unfamiliar mark on your tongue. it sounds weird, you chuckled to yourself. later on, they began in questioning you about your creation, is what they called it, which you then answered with everything that truly happened.

they took you in, labeled you as a Genius Savior for saving teyvat, they quoted, though you're still left confused by whatever has happened. you met your nation's archons, hell, those government officials even said that you would meet the remaining archons in the near future! what the hell?! you, a mere human, boring individual, just like others, nothing special of mortal, gets to meet all the archons?!

you are nervous. you sat on your throne, it was a custom one ordered by your nation's archons, saying that's the least they can do as to thank you. the fancy and high quality clothes doesn't feel like it belongs to you, rather more like borrowing it. you felt out of place, since none of the other archons use a similar styled clothing like yours.

the archons formally held a conversation between them, occasionally mentioning your name as if inviting you over. you answered their questions humbly and decline their offer kindly, you don't want to anger an archon afterall.

celestial angels arrived at the building, one holding a shiny crown that you swore felt familiar. the archons had stood up and bowed before your panicked state. you stood up, mainly because the absence of guidance on what to do, and because of formalities. the angels stepped closer to you, smiling on your mortal figure. you are confused as ever, just what is going to happen?

they placed the crown on your head. why? you asked yourself. it was hard on resisting the urge to ask here and there. afternoon turned evening and you've gone bored from the ceremony. later did you know, that your life would change for eternity.

no, it was beyond mortal mind! you're just a mere founder, now whatever they gave you titles..! you're not God of Colors, you're not Teyvat's Savior, why couldn't they understand?!

you are no deity, then you hope them to understand someday.

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I'm struggling to write the traveller as gender neutral/can be read as lumine or aether

anyways

I'm getting ideas from this song 🔥🔥

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you understand them, but do they understand you?

it's as if they don't care, you swore to yourself that. the only visits you got is when they are in extreme crises, wether it's near incurable disease or lack of money. you don't care, at least not anymore. you stopped sympathizing; they stopped caring.

symbiosis mutualism. your quote that is. an abondoned and near unreadable on the small corner of the large cave. an altar is placed in the middle, one covered in moss and it's filthy ugly by now. it's been exactly seven hundred thirty nine years of the last person to have ever visited. you wanted to blatantly yell curses at them, yet you also want to thank them to symbolize your gratitude.

stop hoping, you told yourself. an eternity of yours is spent under the large yet empty cave, sipping on your favored drink on your realm, seemingly never bored of it. by the time, you had went insane. grieving over your 'death' has turned to demonic wrath that it shook teyvat in a form of a rather small earthquake. be grateful I kept on holding back, you gritted your teeth, resisting the urge to just end a nation here and there. you are confused with yourself, why do I kept on waiting? who for, exactly?

the exact moment of eight hundred years passed by once again, filled with loneliness and lack of content. you choose to wake up, drink then sleep, and repeat. die, die, die, you wanted to die, but you just can't, why? or who, exactly?

Traveller, Knight of favonius, wielder of seemingly a thousand title, arrived at your cave with a floating yet no wings human-like creature. they bickered to themselves, muttering how cold the cave is, how uncomfortable your home is, how your forever home is just— unhabitable.

they are getting on your nerves. they are nipping on your patience; they are teasing your faith on waiting! couldn't take it anymore, you swore to yourself, finally choosing to speak up after eons.

"filthy human and a mascot companion, entered a holy cave, embarrassing themselves in front of a deity— do you have no respect?!"