#::the wayward snowflake

[ever-winter]

@the-wayward-snowflake asked for a Starter (Dottore)

Honestly, it wasn't that often that he allowed for his emotions to be broadcast in such an open manner - but given how expensive the resources were in creating these segments, having them destroyed once more when he was still in the process of working out how to remake them quicker...was rather irritating. He should have taken this woman apart when he'd the chance...ah but what if's were below a man of his intelligence. "...is there a reason as to why you've suddenly found the need to be destroying equipment that isn't yours? I was even kind enough to stay out of Mondstadt - so what's the excuse this time...or have you simply been missing me?"

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@the-wayward-snowflake asked for a Starter

Gold butterflies followed her as she walked along the pathway, her gaze locked on the sky above, almost as though she were in some type of a trance. To anyone looking in her direction, it was obvious to see that she wasn't human, her hair alone looked as though it was made by flames, but it was no doubt the sharp claw like nails that would startle most. Those who crossed her path, quickly left, but she didn't seem to notice. She didn't seem to notice anything that was happening nearby - if any monster attempted to get in her way, the golden butterflies would quickly float in their direction and seemingly tear them apart.

It was only when she came to a lake, when the light entered her eyes once more, a deep sigh given as she sat on the edge of the water, allowing her feet to dangle off the edge and into the water, the golden butterflies fluttering away close by. Maybe she was waiting on someone, or maybe this was her destination - either way, no one seemed to want to risk approaching her.

[voyage-inferno]

[@the-wayward-snowflake liked for a starter]

"What kind of being would you want to be, if you could be something else?"

It's an out of nowhere question, something that tumbles out of his mouth as he sits in the grass. The weather is a gentle spring breeze. Almost suspiciously nice.

"I think I'd want to be a Seelie. Guiding people to treasure that I don't need anymore. Or maybe a wolf. Then I could hang out in the woods more, without falling over. And I'd be super fluffy and have good hearing."

Bennett looks to Isolde.

"I know you're already a bird too, but would you want to be something else? Just for fun."

[outridera]

@the-wayward-snowflake

"Hey! Mind if I ask something?"

"Don't mind me being...Curious...But with those wings of yours...Do you think you could have a race with me?! I'm a pro at gliding, so I'll be fine! I've even got my goggles, so if anything goes wrong, I know I have the perfect safety equipment, in order to make sure I stick any landing! I'll even use the wings to make sure that I land safely."

The Outrider puts her hands together, her head going into a bow, as if she was begging a little. Wanting to race someone in gliding. More for the competitiveness of it, but more cause she thought the whole thing would be fun for the both of them!

"Pleeeassseee!"

[scarletooyoroi]

X for the owl lady 🦉❄️

Thoma: Oh! I take it you've seen that mysterious owl that floats about Kamisato Estate? Don't pay too much mind, long as you don't agitate them, they're perfectly harmless!

They certainly have to be one of the more curious creatures I've come across. Content in simply inspecting the everyday passings of man, as if we're an open book with a new chapter to share day by day.

If you're particularly lucky, the owl maybe even take instant to greet you by settling on your shoulder. A growing rumor in Inazuma is sparking up to due to that, such moments of roost meaning that selected personal is blessed with three years of good luck in your future. Haha, so here's hoping!

@the-wayward-snowflake

[lesserden]

"...There is hot chocolate?"

Nahida pauses for a moment. Has there been things, she hasn't known yet?! Well, well. If it's been gifted to her, and from one that she trusts. Then it should be safe to try. Here goes nothing! As the Dendro Archon takes a sip.

Within moments, her eyes goes wide for a good moment, as she's blowing her hot chocolate more, taking another sip. Seems like we have a winner here.

"This is truly wonderful. Thank you."

@the-wayward-snowflake

[capravulpes]

(@icicle-dragon) “BIG SIS!! I DREW YOU A GOAT!” The little Adeptus proudly shares his doodle.

@the-wayward-snowflake

"Oh thank you, Xue, it's adorable. I didn't know you could draw so well and you also got a blackout."

[idealchivalry]

『 @the-wayward-snowflake 』

  TROUBLE AMIDST SNOWFALL

     feat. Hans & Isolde

That day Hans had been notified of a new task.

It wasn't all that different from his usual search-and-rescue — at least if one should consider the landscape where he was supposed to go to. Dragonspine mountains became rather a quaint place to him. He was growing used to it, despite finding something new with each time he was sent there.

He should search for important research materials a few alchemists left there after being chased off by a mysterious unknown creature.

Sure, it sounded simple enough to Hans — but the Knights insisted that he teamed up with someone very specific.

Isolde was somewhat of a mystery in Mondstadt — at least to the captain. He heard she appeared one day, and ever since lived on her own terms?

How much of those rumors was true?

Armored boots trampled the stones found all over the path beneath them, Hans was making his way to Angel's Share where he was told he could find Isolde right about now.

Treading his way to the famous tavern, he'd eye the skies above — the weather seemed favorable for a nice day out.

It compelled the silver-haired knight to wonder if the other was on a break now. He almost felt sorry for her, work was about to find her.

Once the wooden door was pushed open, his bright eyes roamed around, soon spotting someone that matched the description given to him. That person by the balcony could definitely be the mysterious citizen.

"Excuse me, are you Isolde?" Hans began, doing the salutation the knights often did.

"The Knights of Favonius need your aid, ma'am."

[starsimpact]

It’s late and the little adeptus is all tuckered out. His sugar high from grape juice crashed and all his silly games caught up with him. So, he is back by Khalid. “I’m tired now. Can you take me home?”

Oh dear. Seeing Xue all tuckered out may have just struck a soft spot of Khalid’s heart. Certainly enough to make him put away the pens and papers he was previously working on.

Without another word, Khalid nodded. Standing up and collecting his things, he noticed just how… Sleepy Xue was. Goodness gracious.

In an instant, Khalid had put Xue on his back, holding his legs to support him. He supposed he could take the little guy home; it isn’t as if he had anywhere else to be, after all.

[cryoexorcist]

📜

INCORRECT QUOTES

Isolde: Okay, truth or dare? Chongyun: Truth Isolde: How many hours have you slept this week? Chongyun: Chongyun: …Dare Isolde: Go to bed. Chongyun: I don’t like this game.

[ever-winter]

@the-wayward-snowflake asked:

"You followed me here, didn't you?" -for Pantalone

Well, wasn't that a curious thing? Most people tended not to notice his presence until he'd allowed for them to do so - he did have other skills after all, he wasn't just a glorified banker - though he would admit that his best work was done behind a desk. This woman, she'd managed to catch his attention earlier, almost like a fleeting memory that pulled at the back of his mind - and the feeling had annoyed him enough to have followed her on her way home, hoping that the strange sense of curiosity would be rather easy satisfied by whatever he found out on the way. "I wasn't planning on being spotted so soon", he sighed lightly, but if there was any shame in being caught following her, he wasn't showing it, "Perhaps it would be simply quicker to ask you then. Who are you? There are very few faces that grab my attention that I forget...and I have seen you before, I just cannot recall as to where. Perhaps you may have the answer I seek?"

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@the-wayward-snowflake asked for a Starter

Huh, there was a face that she'd not had the misfortune of seeing in a while - if she didn't know any better, she'd be sure that she was suddenly seeing the walking dead - hadn't this been one of those weak Goddess' who'd been unable to survive the wrath of the Archon War? Or, maybe it was simply someone who looked like her, a descendent perhaps? But, there was some type of power that seemed to come from the woman, Oei smiling a little to herself as she watched her move around the tavern. Well, what was the harm in saying hello - she doubted that anyone recalled who she was...being forgotten was one of the reasons that the abyss had seeped into her system so easily...

"May I have some service? I don't wish to leave my charge alone", she called out, using the passed out form by her side as the excuse as to why she didn't wish to leave from her chair, a smile thrown in the other woman's direction, "I apologise for the trouble".

[electric-ecclectic-a]

@the-wayward-snowflake liked for a starter!

“I don’t often visit this place, you know. Especially not alone.”

Hardly concealed at a barstool, Signe swirls her wine around, perched before a spell book she’d clearly taken with her from the Ordo. Taking work home with her was hardly a rare occurrence for the magician, but taking it with her to the tavern was a bit more unlikely to witness. Upon first glance, one might assume she was distracting herself with her work; from what, in particular, was unclear.

“.Are you familiar with the Sal Vindagnyr area, Isolde? Perhaps that might offer some more clues to completing this spell. I’ve been trying for ages, but I feel like I’ve gotten no closer…”

[bloodmoonmuses]

mediocre party crashers: the x-mas special! | mark lee

read part one here! genre: mark lee x reader, fluff

summary: Your message in a bottle has found his way back to you. You hope the tide wasn’t too bad. or You and Mark are reunited at a corporate holiday party.

Crashing parties has now become a hobby of yours. A real, habitual thing with methods and strategies and memories… From galas, to masquerade balls, frat parties and the occasional wedding, it’s safe to say you’re a pro. 

Your identity is something you’ve made malleable and mutable. Everchanging and morphing. Slowly shifting like a mood ring. You’re everyone and no one at the same time. You’re a paradox. And even in all the grandiose you’ve experienced, your absolute favorite type of party to crash was corporate holiday parties. They’re no-man’s land, really. The gaudy festiveness of them coupled with hollow smiles. The hum of a near broken radiator and a shitty karaoke machine. Lukewarm instant hot cocoa made with water instead of milk. 

The atmosphere is electric in the weirdest way- so palpable to be shrouded in such greyish mundanity. 

Tonight is no more different than many of your other outings. You and your partner in crime, Ningning, lock elbows as you wander around an office building. You had fought for an hour about what’s appropriate to wear to an office party (which resulted in you having to unpack Ningning’s understanding of an office siren. “-I wanna look hot!” she had said. To which you replied, “Time and place. We’re not amateurs anymore.”)

And so here you are, clad in an itchy sweater and pencil skirt, scouting out the scenery of some podunk town’s marketing firm. The manager has seemingly insisted on not updating any of the technology, filing cabinets lining the walls and chunky monitors on the cubicle desks. Tinsel has been strewn gingerly on a real fir tree, and plastic tablecloths cover foldable tables. Wrapping paper has been taped along the back of the cubicle walls to give the office a festive feeling. 

“Ugh,” says Ningning, as the two of you load up paper plates with homemade desserts. (Banana pudding for you. Caramel cake for Ningning.) “Fluorescent lighting.” Then, as if on cue, the bulb above her begins to flicker. Then she says, “Let’s mingle.”

You sidle up to a sharply dressed man, who you assume is the owner of the firm based on the wayward glances of the other attendees. He introduces himself as Doyoung and eyes you curiously. “Do I know you?”

“A friend of a friend… of a friend,” you say. “Here for moral support. How were the quarter four stats?” A classic diversion.

“Good enough for Christmas bonuses for the first time in three years. Finally bounced back from Covid.” Greyish mundanity, but the most beautiful variation of it. Will persevering through catastrophe. The human tendency to endure and endure together.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” you say. And you mean it.

“Cheers to the new year?” says Doyoung, extending a paper cup with snowflakes on it in your direction.

“Cheers indeed.” 

The night progresses with twinkling optimism. You like intertwining yourself in people’s life stories. Hearing about their kids, the new boutique that’s opening on the square, or how some of the upper management can be real assholes. Small talk and human connection. Contentedness wafting off warm bodies. 

“We were nearly snowed out,” says an older gentleman, who you’d think were cute if not for the hideous mustache adorning his face. He had just regaled you with the details of planning this highbrow shindig. “And who are you again?”

However, you’re too distracted to answer him, having now noticed a suspiciously young-looking guy assembling a cup of cocoa. As you walk up to the table, he shifts to the left, giving you access to the other side of it. Through your periphery, he seems familiar, but you can’t seem to place him.

“This might sound weird-”

“Do I know you? -” You begin speaking at the same time. When the two of you make eye contact, both of you are stricken with recognition. Mark Lee.

“No way. Preppie!” he exclaims, putting his cup down and scooping you into an embrace.

“Preppie? That’s what you remember me as?”

He pulls back from the hug and scans your features, almost as if to confirm his eyes aren’t deceiving him. “From that yacht party, like, a year ago. You never texted me back!”

“I didn’t text you back? You never texted me!” you counter.

“Here, I’ll show you.” Mark takes out his phone, scrolls for a bit, then shows you an unanswered text message from a year ago. 

July 25, 2023

Mark: Sooo…. How about that rodeo party? [unopened]

Upon closer inspection, however, you see your number is incorrect.

“It’s an 8 at the end, not a 9.” you respond, taking his phone and updating your contact without question.

“I thought you got creeped out or something,” Mark says, sighing in relief as enter the number. When you’re done, he asks, “How have you been? What are you doing here?”

“Fine. Good. Ning and I have basically hit up all the companies in the city this year, so we figured we’d try the ‘burbs. Gotta love a company Christmas Party.” He nods in agreement. “You look dapper,” you add. 

He’s wearing a slate gray suit and a holly-printed tie.

“A little overdressed. It’s my wedding suit,” says Mark. “You look…”

“Like a middle-aged salary worker?”

“I was gonna say cozy.”

“Right.”

Suddenly, Ningning walks up from behind, poking your ribs with her fingers. “ Hey, nerd, they’re gonna play Pin the Nose on the Reindeer! First place gets a $20 Target gift card!” Then, when she notices Mark, she says, “Oh! Hey, Bottle Boy.”

You glare at her. How does she even remember him?

Mark’s face twists in confusion as he asks, “What does that mean?”

“Nothing!” you shout. Mark shrugs and shuffles off to join the festivities. Before she can walk away, you yank Ningning by the elbow and whisper into her ear. “Ningning, you did read my journal!?”

“Perhaps I’ve been a part of one of his lifetimes- a message in a bottle finally surfacing on a beach’s shore. I believed in the existence of fate, but only for a night..” she says, mocking you as she recites lines from your diary like a monologue.

“You’re the worst,” you sigh, facepalming. You remind yourself to change the hiding spot for your journal…

“What happened with that whole situation, anyway? Hasn’t it been over a year?” asks Ningning.

“Gave him the wrong number, apparently.”

She scoffs, taking your elbow in hers once more. “You idiot.”

“I know.”

When you walk into the conference room where the game is being held, you notice Mark lingering in the doorway at the back of it. You make your way to him slowly, trying not to look too excited when you catch his eye and he promptly smiles.

“I’m dyingggg to see them play this game,” says Mark, watching as Doyoung gets a blindfold tied over his eyes.

Then, again, Ningning appears out of nowhere. “Don’t look up!” she exclaims to the both of you.

And, of course, the two of you do. Placed squarely above the door frame is a mistletoe, now glaringly obvious as you look at it with your neck craned. Mark stifles a cough and you feel the back of your neck heat up.

Mark looks at you nervously. “Uh, are you a mistletoe observer?”

“‘Mistletoe Observer’? Why are you asking like it’s a religious practice?” you ask.

Mark shrugs and says, “I dunno, man! Just trying to be respectful!”

“Respectful? It’s an arbitrary tradition. Are you a mistletoe observer?” you retort, half-joking. But Mark looks at you with such intensity, if only for half a second, that it knocks the air out of your lungs.

“I mean," he starts, already regretting his words and looking at his feet, “I’m not not a mistletoe observer…”

“You can’t keep saying ‘mistletoe observer’ and acting like it’s a thing.”

Mark pouts. “So we’re not about to kiss right now?”

You grab Mark’s stupid tie and pull him closer, giggling as the smirk is wiped off his face. 

Then you kiss him, melting into it like snow in the morning sun. Mark’s hands come up to grasp your face, deepening the fervor of the display of affection. You’re awestruck. Your message in a bottle has found his way back to you. 

You hope the tide wasn’t too bad.

When the kiss comes to an end and you open your eyes, you see and hear the rest of the partygoers cheering you on. Ningning has snapped a photo with her digital camera. Doyoung pipes up, still blindfolded and ready for the game.  “What’s happening? Are we playing the game or not?”

a/n: merry christmas and happy holidays! hope you enjoyed!

[lesserden]

"Happy birthday, Nahida." She brings the archon an assortment of sweets and one of her hot chocolates.

"If you're going to come to me, with these kinds of gifts. Then you're going to join me yes? It'd be rude not to share, thank you so much."

[capravulpes]

@the-wayward-snowflake​

It seems that the goddess had returned to Inazuma since the weather changed and it began to snow and, honestly, she wasn't a fan of cold weather. That was the reason why she never traveled to Snezhnaya. But she is an important guest and one of Ei's fellow gods. So the fact she's visiting must mean she's either on vacation or just visiting. Directions were sent to her maidens to tend to the other worshippers. For now, the gods tend to want to speak to her since she is the head priestess and Ei's closest friend and trusted family."I see you're back. I do wonder what brings you back to Inazuma. Are you here to see Ei?"