#> written by albedo... ⟡ (ic)

[citrinitxs]

IT'S THE END OF AN ERA AND I STILL SURVIVED.

CARRD | PSA | INT. CHECKER

[yandere-romanticaa]

can you feel my heart?

❝ can you hear the silence? can you see the dark? can you fix the broken? can you feel, can you feel my heart? ❞

synopsis: Your love for Albedo burns brighter than any flame, but what happens when an imposter ruins everything? Furthermore, what else awaits once you start walking side by side with the imposter, only for him to end up falling for you instead?

yandere! imposter! albedo x gn! reader

a/n: this story was originally published back in earlyish 2022 and I haven't really touched it since. It was better received on my Quotev account, in which I also wrote a chapter two. However, I recently got the spark back to maybe continue this and if there's a demand, I'll post the 2nd chapter on here too and try to continue it.

The echoes of footsteps rang in your ears as you desperately tried to keep your vision steady and clear, but the endless amounts of ice and snow decided to make that task difficult for you. You had just recently stepped foot into Dragonspine, the urge to help out your friends too strong to stop. Amber had recently complained to you that a lot of strange things had been happening on Dragonspine and while she never dwelled on the details you could tell that something was terribly wrong. You were hardly a seasoned adventurer, if you could be even called one. Most of your commissions stemmed from collecting herbs, helping the locals, keeping guard of trade routes and simply cleaning up the great statue of Barbatos, which would take you countless hours because you did not posses a Vision. Even so you weren't too shabby with a sword and you had been on the icy mountain countless times much to everyone's surprise. Ever since the sudden Stromterror attack on the city, Albedo became a wonderful ally as he took you under his wing to show you all of the beauty and mysteries the world could offer. You sat through countless lectures, written and read endless theses and notes but you still lusted for more, just as much as Albedo did.

The only difference was, knowledge wasn't the only thing you craved in the long run.

It really wasn't that hard to fall for the alchemist, he was so oddly charming that you couldn't help but to be utterly smitten. He had his quirks that others thought were strange but you adored them, it were those little habits that made Albedo, well, Albedo. You wouldn't change anything about him. Your silent adoration came with a price, a price your poor heart just wasn't ready to pay - you had to suffer all by your lonesome. Albedo clearly did not see you in such a light, you were just a student and a friend to him. You doubted he even noticed your longing stares let alone the frantic beating of your heart.

Being in love was hard.

But not being loved back was even worse.

You silently hoped that by doing these tasks he would notice you, he would see you as his equal and hopefully more but that was asking for too much. You were willing to settle for anything, that's how desperate you were. Dragonspine was more than a training ground to you, it was a chance, a chance for you to seize and conquer the heart of the person you admired the most in this world because if you didn't, it felt as though the earth itself would open and it's jaws would swallow you whole! ...well, that is a bit dramatic but that really was how you felt. Even if you couldn't have him, even if he could not love you, just being by his side should be enough for you. Just seeing his face was more than enough to brighten your day.

And the day was yours to seize.

Straight ahead a bit higher on the path was Albedo, a small smile on his handsome face face as he outstretched his arm towards you, a sign that he was going to help you climb up further onto the mountain. You hid the blush that creeped up on you with the soft scarf that you wore, he really was a true gentleman. Times like this became incredibly precious to you as he would finally show you his softer side and you would end up falling in love all over again with him. He greeted you kindly and linked your hand with his own as he lead you down the Snow Covered Path towards the campsite, a comfortable silence between the two of you. Despite the wind and chilly ice, the sun was high up in the sky and its rays outstretched far into the horizon, the soft orange hues bathed the tall mountains in a ethereal glow that made you feel so warm on the inside. The company you had also made things even better than they already were.

"You look so happy right now, I could almost paint you."

Stopping dead in your tracks you turned to Albedo, his comment had caught you off guard. A bright smile was plastered all over his face, his eyes were glimmering with a mischief that you only saw on a few rare occasions. Still, he never said something like this to you, never. 

Archons, was your heart going to explode?

Your stunned silence started to scare him a little so he tried to comfort you by putting his hand on your shoulder, not knowing what kind of impact this entire situation left on you. You swore on your life and everything you ever owned that if a boulder just fell from the sky and crushed you to bits you would die happy. 

Making haste, you quickly ran in front of him, telling him to hurry up unless he wants to stay here out in the open until the sun sets, making this place even more dangerous than it already was. He laughed a little and caught up with you, making sure to throw some snow at you while he could. The two of you walked like that for a while, just enjoying the scenery and each others company before it was time to buckle up and get serious. It was so refreshing to see him like this, so happy and carefree. He was oddly chatty with you today though, which wasn't too unusual but it was indeed noticable. Albedo usually stated the facts and the truth, with the occasional joke if he was in the mood for it but he seemed to be quite talkative today, not that you complained. He asked you how your day was and what you did, while also sharing his own activities with you. He didn't have a lot of time to paint today unfortunately but he did finally manage to get some of his notes and experiments in order, allowing him for more free time in the upcoming days. Still chatting away with him you made sure to take the turn you usually took to get to his camp but before you could he stopped you by suddenly grabbing your wrist. Odd, you thought to yourself.

"Your camp is right here, isn't it? We always take the turn here, I know we do." 

"It is but... I was having some issues so I had to switch locations, unfortunately. Here, come this way instead."

Gripping your wrist a little too tight than you would have liked, Albedo randomly just shoved you into the opposite direction, leaving you confused, downright dazed. You could have sworn that you saw some fire flickering near the entrance but you couldn't even comment on it with how hard and fast he was going right now. The happy atmosphere shifted into this very tense and awkward one, the sheer quietness was so thick you could almost cut it with a butter knife. Only the sound of your footsteps and of the bustling wind remained. You were tempted to speak up but you ended up opposing the idea as Albedo was in a very troubled mood. Was his camp raided, did someone steal something that wasn't supposed to be seen? Albedo did have quite a lot of strange but powerful things lying around the place, it's possible that someone stole some of his notes or tampered with his projects while he was outside of the hideout. Yes that must be it, you reasoned with yourself. Why else would he be acting like this? 

"We're here."

Huh, well that was fast. 

The new camp was located on the opposite side of the mountain and it was buried deep inside of a hard to find cave but he was smart enough to leave a few scratch marks on the wall in order for it to be identified. Not so large to be remembered by random travelers but not too small to be forgotten by him either. Quite smart of him, as usual. 

Letting go of your hand, he offered to take your coat off your hands while you made yourself warmer by the fire. Letting out a sigh of relief you allow the soft flames to tickle your chilly fingers. The sudden smell of meat being cooked overtook your senses, causing you to let out a cheerful laugh. Turning your head to the side you noticed Albedo tending to his own flame, a nice, large black pot was placed over it, filled with meat and hearty veggies, perfect for a delicious stew. His eyes sparkled with joy as he grabbed a nearby spoon and carefully stirred the stew, the intense smell of it even made his stomach grumble. A comfortable silence overcame the two of you, much to your relief. That earlier interaction made you feel a little tense but it was nice seeing him in high spirits again, even a genius like him gets lonely from time to time, you pondered to yourself. Your train of thought was stopped suddenly once you noticed the unsatisfied scowl on Albedo's pretty face. Frustration was written all over it as he suddenly stood up from his chair and grabbed his jacket and bag.

"I need to go out and get a herb or two, I'll be back before you know it. There should be some nearby, they'll make the stew that much more delicious."

With his back turned to you he started walking towards the exit, but before he left he had one final thing to say to you.

"Feel free to stir that thing every once and a while, maybe even read a book if you get too bored. But don't touch anything on that table in the corner, okay?"

His tone was gentle and the request was simple so you nodded with a smile on your face, saluting him in the process. With a chuckle he turned his back to you once more as he existed the cave, his footsteps were getting farther and farther away from the cave.

Soon enough you were all by your lonesome, your only companions being the few scraps of paper that were littered on the ground, the boiling pot and the crackling fire that sat next to you. You grabbed the wooden spoon and examined it in your hand, while also keeping an eye on the stew. The hearty smell made your tummy grumble which caused you to let out a semi loud groan as you dramatically held your stomach with your free hand, your eyes still zoned in on the food. You sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the peace and quiet. It didn't take long for your stomach to act out again, begging you to just eat something. Besides, who knew when Albedo was coming back anyway. He was definitely more familiar with the mountain and terrain than you were but that still didn't change the fact that you were starving. 

Standing up from the chair you decided to look around for something to munch on before your companion turned up once more. There were a couple of old oak tables in the cave with thousands of books and even more notes scattered across their surfaces, a clear sign that Albedo had been quite busy for a while now. You quickly scanned through everything but nothing caught your eye, to top it off there was no food in sight. He probably used up the rest of his leftover supplies to cook this little feast that was bubbling away in the corner, but you digress. 

Your fingers gently traced the edges of the tables as you occasionally stopped to go through the various documents, even tidying up little areas here and there. Albedo really could be sloppy sometimes which why you took this tiny liberty. As you stood there with several books in your hands you couldn't help but to look at the table in corner, the one table Albedo warned you not to go anywhere near. You first turned your head to the side, a little angry at yourself for even letting the curious thought wander into your mind but the more you wandered around, the more fidgety you became. For starters that table was suspiciously tidier than the rest but somehow had even more junk on it compared to the others. An old lamp was on it, the wick inside of it was clearly lit not too long ago. You didn't even notice that the sun had started to set and just how colder and darker your surroundings had become. The only heat source was the fire that cooked your dinner, but even that threatened to go out any moment now. You had some matches in your pocket, surely you could light up this one lantern... right? You cautiously walked towards the forbidden corner, the contents on it remaining a complete mystery to you due to the darkness that continued to expand all around you. You were barely able to make out the small lantern, it's lid already open a little bit. You reached out to your pocket and took out your matches and tried to light them up. The first one went out almost immediately. The second one stayed lit for a few seconds but before you could even get it close to the lantern, it also faded. Grumbling to yourself, you grabbed a third match and prayed to the Archons to just let you light this stupid thing already. With a steady motion, you carefully tried to grab the lantern with your other free hand but you didn't even realize just how shaky you were. The match suddenly slipped right past your fingers and the lit flame fell onto the papers that were beneath you. With a shriek you picked everything up hastily while also trying to repair the damages you stupidity caused. You cursed yourself for your clumsiness, who knew how Albedo was going to react? He even told you not to go near this dumb table, you really should have listened to him... He was definitely going to notice what you did, so, you might as well try fixing them up while you could... That would hopefully make him a little less angry with you.

Stepping closer to the entrance, you held the papers tightly to your chest as the strong wind almost knocked you over, but your determination was unwavering. You were going to fix this mess and that's final. With the few glimmers of light you finally looked at the contents of the papers, but instead of the usual notes that you were used to you were met with something much more... gruesome.

With a shriek, you threw the papers to the ground, but your eyes remained glued to them none the less. Icy chills coarsed through your veins as you looked at the images that were staring back at you, another scream threatening to break out. 

On the ground was a drawing of a mutilated Albedo, with another Albedo that was standing above him with a bloody sword in his hand and a devilish sneer on his lips. The image itself was already disturbing, but it were the little details what caused you to freak out so much. The look of absolute fear in his eyes, the organs that were ripped apart from his stomach and were tossed so carelessly to the ground. His intestine decorated the bottom part of the page like grass as the Albedo above him held his weapon, his sneer forever engraved in your mind. You didn't even notice him holding a bloody heart in his other hand, the fist was high up in the air, like it was being shot up into the moon. 

With shaky knees you crouched and took the papers in your hands and examined all of them. Some contained notes in a language which you could not decipher, the sharp penmanship made you woozy. Other pieces of parchment contained more drawings, each more disturbing than the last one. Human hearts, the general human anatomy, several scenes across Dragonspine were all drawn with a simple pencil but what stuck out the most were the portraits of Albedo, Sucrose and yourself. All of them were done with pristine detail, there was obvious care put into every little line. You sprinted towards the table, your anxiety skyrocketing beyond the roof, You moved everything around, hoping to find something that would explain the gory and eerie drawings but instead of answers you were met with even more questions - several pictures were hung up on the wall in front of you, all of them had Albedo as the center focus. It was him walking, eating, studying, drawing, sleeping, living...

It was beyond disturbing.

There were hundreds of little notes stuck and hidden in any corner of the table, all of which contained information about Albedo and his life. His height, his clothing, weight, everything was there. Your lungs felt like ice as you hyperventilated, your mind just couldn't comprehend what was going on. Why was he keeping so many methodical notes about himself, what was up with these sick drawings? Sick, there really was no other word to describe them. Repulsive, disgusting, sick, it was too much to handle.

To add more fuel to the fire, you suddenly felt a thin blade being pressed against your neck.

[itsabouttimex2]

Can I request a platonic yandere sun wukong and macaque realizing that the teen mystic monkey they've been raising is planning to leave ffm?

O Child of Unity

(I’m assuming you want Shadowpeach, then? I’m still not the best with it, but I’ll try! Also, a new bot is up!🧡💜 Also again, this fic is compliant with Deepest Hues- which I’ll expand on soon!)

There are four base colors in our world: black, white, yellow, and red. Together, these four hues represent the base components of alchemy- nigredo, albedo, citrinitas, and rubedo.

In times ancient and forgotten, a massive reservoir of these four colors existed in each corner of the earth. Like pools of chaos they surged, brimming with power and life. From each of these brightly-hued depths did an egg arise, containing a Mystic Monkey of incredible potential.

One of light. One of shadow. One of snow. One of fire.

And recently, a brand new simian, born of a union from nigredo and citrinitas, pitch black and bright yellow fusing their mystical lineage into a mottled green.

Their union blessed the world with a little virescent monkey, big eyes and soft fur-

You.

The world is such a wonderful place, you’ve learned. Geysers of boiling water and hunched spikes of snow. Sand white as bone and lakes stained pink by algae. Forests comprised of just one tree and diminutive flowers with digestive maws.

From book to book you’ve torn, indulging your curious brain in every last little wonder of the world- from glacial peaks to crystal caverns.

How many pages have you worn away by now, dreaming of wonders far beyond your reach? How many dreams has your mind spun, longing for something new? How many times have you lost the world to a lovely little daydream that took hours to shake?

A less generous eye would view this behavior as unhealthy. They might even refer to it as a ‘coping mechanism’, spending half the day locked into a foggy haze, pretending that life was more exiting, more fulfilling.

Even you had come to realize the inherent instability of your constant stupor, eventually.

All you have to do to fix this problem, then… is make those dreams a reality!

…right?

Right! No time to waste worrying!

Packing is easy! It used to be a time-killer of yours as a child, pretending to go on adventures across the world with only your trusty well-stocked backpack. All these little games were played out under the watchful eyes of your fathers, ensuring your fun never turned dangerous or led you somewhere that was off-limits.

You’d pick a locale and prepare for an ‘expedition’ with snacks and clothes, always running and asking Bába to open the pantry for you.

“A winter adventure,” Sun Wukong would lovingly coo, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sounds like fun, bud! Don’t forget to pack your warm socks, kay?”

He’d laugh and play along, pushing sandwiches and chocolate protein bars into your hands, always with a pouch of juice to pair. Sometimes he’d go the extra mile of bagging them up, giving you a paper sack that wouldn’t be out of place on a field trip.

(How often you begged to be enrolled in school, physical or at least online. And your fathers would ‘tsk’ and shake their heads, but quickly promise you ice cream as a bandage balm for your youthful sorrow.)

And then he’d watch your little journeys with a quirked eyebrow, smiling as you pulled your plushes (given that you had no playmates outside of base simians and your often busy fathers) along and narrated your games.

You’d fill out a page in your bulky journal detailing the ‘journey’, consigning your little hours of make-believe to white pages.

And as you had grown, that many-paged journal stayed tucked under your arm, all your thoughts and hopes written away into it.

Even now, as you stare out at the endless horizon so plainly in front of you- the book is held to your chest, warmed by the excited beat of your heart.

It holds all those dreams you’ve dreamt for a full decade now, each one precious and utterly perfect to your nostalgic mind.

The grass is long and bright, glistening with morning dew. It sparkles under the rising rays of the sun, a picturesque landscape laying in front of you. Flower Fruit Mountain (Mount Huaguo, as your fathers sometimes called it) was beautiful. Is beautiful. But pretty can only satiate the mind for so long, and certainly couldn’t fulfill your wanderlust any longer.

You had explored every cave, climbed every tree, mucked every puddle, cuddled every monkey.

It had been nice. And you’d miss it, but-

The world was waiting!

And you could wait no longer.

Stuffing the oversized book into your backpack, you do the one thing you’ve wanted to do for years- and take off running.

Lush grass rips under your feet, laying in scattered half-length piles as your boots tear across the wet ground. Muddy footprints squash down flowers and weeds alike, nothing stopping your gleeful dash.

Over puddles and through tree crooks, beneath towering canopies and across deep ponds- you run. All that hampers you is the heavy bags strapped to your back and waist, full of the supplies you once only dreamed of handling during a journey.

A real, actual journey! How long had you waited?! Years and years! And it was finally coming true!

But you turn the corner of a rock too quickly, and smack head-on into something solid and warm, the figure grasping you tightly.

And all too suddenly, one of your fathers- Macaque- stares down at you, clearly displeased.

“Explain,” he sharply says, holding out the note you had left on the dining table, unfolded and excitedly penned. It had been written in such a rush of gleeful adrenaline that some parts are nigh-unintelligible.

But; even with wild pen scrawl and joyful errors, it was clearly an intended farewell.

The claw marks shredding through half of the paper is proof that he hadn’t exactly taken the notion well.

“Y/N. What the hell is this? You’re running away?”

“N-no! I’m just-“

“Do you think this is how it all works? You throw a note on the table and head out into a world you know nothing about?”

“I do know about the world! I’ve been researching it for years!”

“Your ‘research’ doesn’t mean a thing! You have no skills, no experience, nothing!”

“Because you won’t let me do anything!”

The accusation causes him to bristle in anger, lips pulled back as he snarls. His fangs, glistening and sharp, draw your attention.

(Sometimes you forget what Macaque has done. How scary he can be. Sometimes you forget that he’s never regretted his crimes. Moments like this are happy to remind you.)

Your bravado and boldness vanish startlingly quickly, shrinking under the furious gaze of the simian.

The Six-Eared simian snags your wrist, stomping over to a cavernous rift of shadows. With your arm held tight, he jumps in and drags you along.

You fall from a ceiling and into the waiting arms of your other father, Wukong. He grins and nuzzles the fur of his cheek to your own, relishing in the warmth of familial closeness. A golden brazier burns next to him, recently lit and brightly chugging the wooden fuel within.

“Someone was up to a little bit of mischief, huh?”

His reaction is the polar opposite to Macaque- where his husband blows up and seethes, the Great Sage lies to himself and pretends that everything is okay. It’s easier to think of his child as a little imp than an outright runaway.

As Wukong dotes, Macaque rips away the thick jacket and boots that you were wearing, throwing them into the nearest closet.

You didn’t need them, after all. You weren’t going anywhere.

Though a part of you is disgruntled to have some of your clothing torn away so suddenly, it’s only when he snatches the backpack that you scrabble from the Great Sage’s arms.

“Don’t mess with that!” You call, trying to wrangle the bag from his grip- but he’s got your journal before you manage to pry it free.

He holds the gargantuan journal, full of all the dreams you had through your life- to see snow penitentes, to view miscolored lakes, to visit ancient forests, to explore the world that had been kept from you for so long.

“This is what gave you those ideas? Your little baby book, kiddo?”

“It’s not-“

“Shut it! You tried to run away. You don’t get to speak right now.”

He takes a moment to breath, glaring at the offending journal. To him, the answer is clear- get rid of the book, and he’ll get rid of your silly ideations of “freedom”. If it comes undone to the very binds, then maybe you’ll give up on leaving and return to the cozy schedule your fathers adhere you to. Forehead kisses and morning cuddles, shared meals and long naps through the cold of winter.

Without it, his life will go back to being perfect, and to an obsessive villain like Macaque?

A little bit of your sorrow is worth the happiness that keeping you close brings.

“Enough of these pointless dreams.”

The Six-Eared Macaque stands to his full height, the multicolored glow on his ears fading to black as his eyes burned red. With one angry sling, he throws your book into the deepest ashes of the gilded brazier.

It catches quick, melting and warping for just a brief few milliseconds before incinerating.

You stand there for a moment in sheer disbelief, watching as a decade of heartfelt writing crumbles away in seconds.

The raw, unspeakable hurt it produces leaves you breathless and mute, incapable of summoning even a single sorrowful word.

Macaque staggers back as tears bubble up in your eyes- even the villain himself has realized that this was a step much too far. His intention; as often to the innocent and undeserving, was to inflict suffering.

Even his own family wasn’t off the table.

His sable hands are much too slow in retrieving the book from uncaring flames, snagging only an empty cover now bereft of inner pages.

Ruined. Utterly ruined and destroyed.

The slow realization that you’ll never have back your childhood journal, never read again your years of games and research, never write another word in the precious book, never finish it- never, never, never, never, all in a devastating row.

The realization sinks in slow, but clicks into place all the same.

A low whimper builds in your throat, slowly pitching up as wetness spill down your cheeks. So many tears fall that they blind your vision, pairing well with the sobs that escape you.

Wukong glares at his partner with boiling eyes, a look of outright hatred in them. “Macaque. What. The. Hell.”

“…they h-had to learn a lesson,” he weakly justifies, his cowardice bubbling up in full force.

Run from Five Phases Mountain. Run from the Brotherhood. Run from Wukong. Run from the Lady Bone Demon. Run from the Samadhi Fire. Run from consequences and run from heroes, and pray that everyone forgets how badly he deserves to be punished for his cruelty and arrogance and sins.

Still a little rat, slinking in the shadows.

“Get out,” the Great Sage snarls, fangs dripping with immeasurable hatred, and, as ever, as always-

Macaque runs.

Wukong turns to you as his pitch husband bolts, throwing off his chest-plate and wrapping his unfathomably powerful arms around your quivering form.

He’s warm, much like a spring of volcanic water, or sun-kissed wood.

Or a raging, burning fire.

You don’t really want to be warm right now.

But the ferocity with which you pound his chest and gut leave the simian utterly unfazed, shushing and hushing you all the same.

“Shh, pumpkin, shh. You know your Bába hates to see you cry. C’mon, let’s dry those tears. Y’know what? How about we get you some ice cream, bud? Something sweet and cold to make you feel better.”

Wukong doesn’t wait for a response. He rarely does. The immortal boosts you up into his arms, heading to the kitchen. He kisses your cheeks and forehead and the bridge of your nose, trying to placate your tears with an overdose of physical affection.

This was your life. Your world.

And you were starting to doubt that you’d ever leave it.

[kazumist]

FOR MY HONEYBUNCH .ᐟ

✩ — in which you decided to poke some fun while you were out getting coffee with friends, and what's the most fun way to do so if not giving a silly and corny callsign as your name to the attractive barista working?

✩ — albedo x gn!reader. fluff/crack. wc: 612. a lot of random characters had a cameo in this for funsies. pacing is really fast imo but oh well. reblogs and feedback are well appreciated !!

“are you guys sure about this?” mona asks.

“let them be, momo. if the barista reacts negatively to it, then it’s none of our fault," childe replies.

well, to formally start things, it was a normal afternoon when you and your circle of friends decided to go out for some coffee since you all had a vacant at the same time. however, nothing really goes calmly when either childe or kaeya is with you (worse if they’re both together)—which brings you right now to you, who had just finished saying all of your orders to the cashier.

mona rolls her eyes at the nickname childe wouldn’t stop calling her with. “still, what is going on in all three of your heads? seriously, making them name themselves “honeybunch”?” she replies to him. “calm down, mona. it’s not like every day there’s a hot barista that you just randomly encounter.” kaeya joins in, chuckling at his words.

“i say kaeya has a point! like have you seen him, mona?” you finally say. when your group had finally settled for a table, mona steals a glance at the barista that you’ve been eyeing ever since you stepped foot into the cafe. “well… he isn’t so bad, i guess. and he does look like your type.” she sighs.

“but do you even know his name?”

“his nametag reads albedo when i passed by him earlier when i came out of the restroom.” keqing approaches the table, taking the seat next to mona.

“damn, even his name sounds good.”

“seriously?”

-

after a bit more chitchat and catching up with your friends, you had a feeling that your orders should be done by now. and that was when you heard it.

“one iced latte for… my honeybunch?” you heard it. you heard him say the silly name you assigned for yourself.

it just popped up randomly, honestly. you didn’t want to be that concerning and say that your name would be “my darling” or just simply darling on it’s own. so you had to settle for something more simple. simple yet silly.

and what else could it be if not honeybunch?

god, this might’ve been the most memorable moment you’ve had in a cafe.

childe was already snickering when he heard it for the first time, and it seems like he’s not going to last any longer when he hears it for the second time either. people were slowly giving looks, not expecting to hear such a… unique name being called out to the barista. and mona was close to melting at her seat because of embarrassment over the shenanigan you had just pulled.

“(name), get up, you idiot. that’s your order," kaeya says. he’s starting to feel bad for the poor guy since he’s still waiting for someone to claim the order in hand.

quickly getting up from your seat, you walked towards the counter, where the tray full of your friends’ and your order were neatly placed. as you placed your hands on the tray to hold it, you felt albedo’s hand brush against yours—as if it were a reflex to help you carry that tray towards your table. and is it crazy to say that his touch felt a bit electrifying despite his hands feeling soft?

-

the day moved on as usual, much to your dismay. albedo continued on his shift, and you as well as your friends stayed there until you were all ready to go. what you didn’t notice at first was that there was extra tissue left. but what surprised you more was the message written on the tissue itself.

coffee, saturday, 9 a.m.?

- A :)

what a memorable afternoon indeed.

[ataraxiaspainting]

Twelve Days Under the Mistletoe.

-> you can hardly feel your fingertips outside, so you snuggle up with blankets on your bed and enjoy sweet scents from candles and baked goods. it's that time of year again...

-> how the event works...

the twelve days under the mistletoe event will have a total of twelve stories originating from my own ideas, but people can also send in their requests until december 6th! please do not request anything beyond this date or those requests will be saved until the next time asks are open! nsfw requests are open, but only for people who have 18+ in their bio!

this is an x reader event, and not a character x character event. no exceptions will be made. requests must also follow my rules.

all potential characters for asks will be listed below, and all characters will be written with yandere or darkfic in mind unless stated otherwise.

you can choose up to three characters, separate or otherwise! if you do not have a concept for your character, i will just do my own concept with them!

-> potential characters...

jujutsu kaisen - gojo satoru, geto suguru, mahito, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento, mei mei, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, toji fushigoro

hunter x hunter - chrollo lucilfer, nobunaga hazama, feitan portor, machi komacine, hisoka morrow, phinks magcub, shalnark, franklin bordeau, shizuku murasaki, pakunoda, bonolenov, uvogin, kurapika, illumi zoldyck, pariston hill

genshin impact - scaramouche/wanderer, zhongli, albedo, xiao, eula, raiden shogun, kazuha, childe, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, kamisato ayato, arlecchino, columbina, capitano, dottore, pantalone, beidou

honkai: star rail - kafka, blade, dan heng/imbibitor lunae, aventurine, dr. ratio, jing yuan, sunday, black swan, topaz, jade, ruan mei, serval, boothill, argenti

twisted wonderland - malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, leona kingscholar, jade leech, floyd leech, azul ashengrotto, riddle rosehearts, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, rook hunt, rollo flamm, idia shround, kalim al-asim, silver, sebek zigvolt, neige leblanche, che'nya, ace trappola, deuce space, cater diamond, trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jack howl, epel felmier

other fandoms in my fandom list (on pinned post) can be included as well!

-> examples of requests include...

yan kafka + white chocolate yan makima + melting candles machi + peppermint candies

-> planned stories...

once upon a december - yan chrollo x (amnesiac) f reader (dub-con)

ice dance - yan dabi x f reader x yan hawks (dub-con)

carol of the bells - yan makima x gn reader

dance of the sugar plum fairy - yan jade x f reader

hollow graveyard - yan sunday x afab reader (non-con)

the nightmare before christmas - yan gojo x afab reader x yan geto (gojo joins geto AU) (non-con)

storytime - yan zhongli x afab (archon) reader (non-con)

fantasia on greensleeves - yan rollo flamm x f reader

christmas dinner at the devil's - yan chrollo x f reader

andante maestoso - yan malleus x f reader

the wardrobe - yan nobunaga x f reader

rue des trois freres - yan feitan + yan phinks + yan shalnark x f reader

[thenasoneshots]

Kinktober 2024 update:

So as I only got 1 request, I've randomly generated characters from my fandoms for this... this is the order they'll be written in, day 1 will hopefully be up soon. ALL WRITTEN WITH FEMALE READER. I'm still stuck for some of the prompts so please give me suggestions! Must be from my fandom list though.

Dirty Talk - Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Oral Fixation - Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)

Honeymoon - Christophe Giacometti (Yuri on Ice)

Breeding - Simon Blackquill (Ace Attorney)

BREAK

Birthday Sex - Viktor Nikiforov (Yuri on Ice)

Against A Wall - Childe (Genshin Impact)

Striptease - Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

Pillow Fight - Jesse St. James (Glee)

No Hands - Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Multiple Orgasms - America (Hetalia)

Clothes On - Professor Sycamore (Pokémon)

Makeup sex - Sebastian Smythe (Glee)

Hotel - Yuuri Katsuki (Yuri on Ice)

BREAK

Quickie - James Potter (Harry Potter/Marauders)

Masturbation - John Laurens (Hamilton)

Can't Sleep - Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

First Time - Herlock Sholmes (The Great Ace Attorney)

Sexting -

Temptation -

Wet Dream -

BREAK

Morning Sex - Norway (Hetalia)

Black Tie Affair - Trucy Wright (Ace Attorney) - AGED UP

Interrupted - Albedo (Genshin Impact)

Bare - Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney)

Photoshoot -

Dirty Little Secret -

Lace - Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) - AGED UP

Scars - Remus Lupin (Harry Potter/Marauders)

Note to the person who requested Norway, I apologise, but I forgot that I meant to strike-though the thigh riding for day 26... sorry!

[kopivie]

There are still a few hours until midnight for me (which means even more for you), but I’m going to send this now, because I doubt I’ll be online when midnight hits.

So… pretending it’s midnight for both of us, Happy New Year! It’s genuinely been really nice seeing your occasional life updates on my dash, and it’s also great hearing you growing more comfortable in yourself and your relationship.

Sending in asks and reading your replies are honestly some of the highlights of being on tumblr (and have been for a few years now, mind you—how many? Like, three? Four? Something like that), so really, thank you for that. Your ideas are always so fun to read. (Plus, it’s awesome that you’re starting to dabble in writing again (or at least, reader-insert writing)—here’s to your inspiration staying strong!)

Unfortunately I haven’t got anything written this year… but here are a few tiny brainrots in the spirit of the new year:

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Barista!Kazuha inviting you over to his place for New Year’s Eve—at first it catches you a little off-guard, because you’re so used to crushing on him from the sidelines without either of you necessarily acting on it, or going out of your way to properly acknowledge how close you actually feel. So, when he mentions that he’d love to have you over while giving you your drink, you take a moment to process (before jumping at the chance, of course).

The actual night itself is very calm and peaceful. You sit together, talking about anything and everything which comes to mind—from recent developments in your lives to Kazuha’s poetry to hopes for the year ahead. I also get the vibe that he made some cookies or comfort food or some sort before you came over, so you share that, too. He suggests going out for a walk just before midnight, and you manage to catch a glimpse of the fireworks and celebrations from the nearby park. (You don’t kiss—not yet—but your hands remain connected for the whole walk back.)

——————

Meanwhile, in another universe, Spidey!Heizou swings by your door at ten to midnight with a, “Hey, want to go see the fireworks? I know a good spot,” and whisks off through the rooftops until you’re sitting on the roof of Tenshukaku, just as the fireworks are about to start. You leave in such a hurry that you realise too late you haven’t taken a coat… yet mysteriously, Spider-Man has one on him to give to you, almost like he planned for this very occasion.

“You know what, Spider-Man?” you say, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I hope I see less of you next year.”

“Less of me? And you waited until new year to say it?” He places a hand over his heart. “Ouch, that hurts.”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… whenever I see you around, it almost always means something’s gone wrong, and when something’s gone wrong, that almost always means you’re in danger. I want your next year to be peaceful, so you don’t have to… get hurt. So you don’t have to worry about us so much.”

“Aw, Cinna,” he says (you can hear the warmth, the smile, in his voice). “That… means a lot to me, actually. It really does.” A peck is pressed lightly to your temple. “I hope your next year is a peaceful one, too. But I definitely don’t want to see any less of you.”

“You’re always welcome to swing by whenever, you know. Not just after a life-endangering crisis.”

“Heh. Maybe I’ll do more of that, then.”

(Spoiler alert: he ‘swings by’ almost every day of the year. As the one who encouraged him, he delights in telling you that you have no right to get tired of it.)

——————

And finally, I don’t think snow prince!Albedo really celebrates new year—he’s long since lost anything to look forward to (well… perhaps there’s one thing he still looks forward to), but neither does he reject your wish to celebrate with him, even if he doesn’t quite understand why. He listens with interest as you describe the traditions—fireworks, resolutions, all of that—and agrees to go along with a few celebratory activities (ice skating in the ballroom, for example).

You can’t exactly set off fireworks in his palace, but resolutions seem easy enough to make—in theory, at least. Like mentioned previously, Albedo isn’t exactly in the habit of looking to the future; he struggles for a moment with what to say.

Finally, he chooses, “Over the coming twelve months… I shall try to be more human. For you.”

——————

Anyway, going to say it again — Happy New Year, and all the best!

-🎻 anon

AAAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THESE! HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU AS WELL!

i'm sorry for the super late reply. my body has been running at 15 frames per second ever since school let out for the winter. 2025 is finally here and holy FUCK now that you're mentioning it, i've really been around on tumblr with you for three years now – i believe 2025 will mark four years, since i think kazewhara was born in the latter half of 2021.

which is insane to think about btw. i'm genuinely surprised that you've stuck around for this long since i'm a little (read as: extremely) crazy, but i'm forever grateful that you've stuck around. thank you for your support and thank you for sharing your writing with me all this time!

here's to another year of inspiration and writing for the both of us!

(also heizou!![!#,×,#@#*#, HEIZOU IS SO STINKY AND ANNOYING AND I LOVE HIM BAD)

[thenamesblurrito]

more Aventuri mecha! it's actually been insanely fun reaching back five years to resurrect the shapeless abandoned OCs and give them form for this colony

Skamma is a bold, enterprising bot with a lot of big ideas! ideas that will capture the minds and the wallets of many a client, enriching their imaginations while she enriches herself, before she scampers away as the market bubble pops, the investments fail, and the business pursuit grinds to a halt. somehow, none of the hundreds of bad reviews manage to prevent Skamma from shilling her latest scam to eager new buyers, of which there are plenty in industrial Temperon. if business gets real bad, well, good thing she got her hands on that universal travel pass a few years ago, she'll simply find better customers in other city-states! although she has no outlier ability other than typical Aventuri extremophilic adaptations, her compact all-terrain trike mode serves her equally well on snow and stone, and her radium inclusions light the way in shadelocked Temperon. Primus help us if Skamma and Swindle ever meet

Sledge is a simple mech, with a simple alt mode, simple jasper inclusions, and a simple life. he enjoys his job as a courier, battling hurricane winds to transport cargo from one Nova Spectra city to another. it's a daily test of strength he is more than capable of winning as a sturdy jet, and though he may be on the lower end of the social scale, he sticks with the contractors who treat him fairly. a lot of his work is schlepping archives, artifacts, and ritual objects between Tributic shrines throughout Spectral's pilgrimage territory. many shamans have noticed he's sharp as a tack, genial, and dutifully patient, and lately Sledge has been offered a place as shrine staff in Central Sola. that's more than he ever expected to be offered as someone with no abilities beyond Aventuri durability, considering the majority of shrine staff are high-level outliers, but still he struggles to make a decision. that's not really the kind of lifestyle he pictures himself pursuing. what's a simple mech to do?

Glitterswarm is nice! she's nice, and she tries very hard to be nice, and it's very important to her to be nice. she doesn't want to hurt anybody, and the nicer she is to people, the more likely they are to help her! and she certainly needs a lot of help, considering she was recovered out in the ice floes of the Bitter Sea, half-dead, stuck in her amphibious alt mode, and totally amnesiac. the records of the Ulyssean capital Albedo City have her written down as a casualty of an alien raid several centuries ago, so the fact that she's turned up again on Aventuras, traumatized but alive, is a miraculous mystery. she used to be a caretaker for newly forged mecha, particularly adept considering her outlier ability: she's a nanohive, a frame with a swarm of nanobots that act as an extension of herself. before, she was steady and skilled enough to heal wounds, reprogram circuitry, support a slippery grip, display holograms, and more, using the nanobots streaming from her vents without a second thought. now, though, she's nervous and uncertain, with a shaky grasp of her own abilities. it takes a lot of effort just to polish her ametrine inclusions, much less look after anyone else. maybe someday she'll regain her memories, but for now she's trying to find her feet again, mothering anyone who will let her in an effort to cover her own anxiety

[holybananaoafshoe]

Modern AU: Halloween 🎃 1/2

It’s way after Halloween, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?? I’m happy you guys are here, and what would the spooky season be without a, hastily written, one shot? Here’s the first half for you guys!

Pairing: Kaeya and Wriothesley  :)

TLDR: What’s Halloween without a party, a ghost hunt, and some well-meaning shenanigans?

“Please, Albedo, it’ll just be for tonight!”

“No.”

“I’ll do anything,” Kaeya pleaded, “I’ll do all of the taste testing for the next month.”

The man in question was lounging languidly on the couch of their shared apartment, feet propped up on the coffee table, and absentmindedly watching some kind of documentary on cryptids across the United States. A large bowl of candy sat on the round end table next to the couch, a few discarded wrappers laying on Albedo's lap as he watched the documentary. 

The living room was dark, the only source of light coming from the various lit candles around the apartment and the glowing TV. Small pumpkins that were crudely carved by Kaeya and Klee littered the counter top, while the more intricately carved ones Albedo had carved (as well as a few he carved for Klee) were displayed on the balcony. 

Their neat apartment had a few cobwebs strewn about and rubber bats hanging from the ceiling. Their kitchenette had some small test tubes and beakers with water and food coloring in them. A few had smoke drifting from the tops to pool on the counter--courtesy of Albedo, who took a few leftover dry ice chunks from work. Ghosts hung in the hallway that led to their bedrooms and the bathroom. They had painstakingly hung up their fairy lights on the ceiling of the hallway in an attempt to make the ghosts seem a little less scary. Poor Klee had gotten quite the scare late one night while she was sleeping over because she forgot they had hung them up, that is until a passing car's headlights cast the ghosts' eerie shadows on the wall. 

Kaeya liked to dub the hallway “Specters Crevice,” but it seems others did not share his sentiment as they’d wrinkle their noses or roll their eyes at the cheesy name. All, besides Klee, who had giggled and hung up a small ghost that looked a lot like Dodoco. The name, lights, and the ghost resembling Dodoco had thankfully helped ease the young girl's mind.

It was their night off from the Knights of Flavorus, which was a small bakery owned by Alice. The local bakery wound up expanding relatively fast with the help of Albedo’s scientific ways of combining flavors and the owner’s own to-die-for recipes. Albedo was the head food and flavor chemist of the company and managed a small team that would come up with wacky flavors that made all the employees a little nervous to try. 

Kaeya had known both Alice and Albedo long before the bakery began. Alice had been close to Crepus, his adoptive father, before he had passed away. She visited so often that he and Diluc have taken to calling her “Aunt Alice.” Since Crepus's passing, Alice had taken Diluc and Kaeya under her wing, treating them like her own children and helping them through the hardships they endured after the funeral. The family held a special place in Kaeya’s heart, they took him in after he and Diluc had gotten into a nasty fight in the bar. The brothers had exchanged harsh words--words neither of them truly meant, but left emotional scars all the same. One of the long-time bartenders broke them up and let Kaeya leave early, just an hour after midnight. Wouldn’t you know, that would be the same night a drunk driver hit Kaeya in a head-on collision as he was driving towards Aunt Alice’s house. 

He lost his right eye and his brother that night. 

The next following days in the hospital were…ones he’d rather forget to be honest. Surprisingly Diluc would visit, which would always end up in a yelling match that Aunt Alice or nurses would rush to break up. During those rough weeks of healing and physical therapy and searching for a job (and trying not to think about his eye), she had let him stay with her. Aunt Alice bought the bakery just a few months after his accident and hired Kaeya as one of the bakery’s managers. After a lot of deliberation and discussions and arguments with Diluc, he started work at the Knights of Flavorus and got an apartment with Albedo. He was often found upfront working his customer service ‘charms’ as Lisa, their accountant, would say, or in the back decorating cakes.

Thankfully, Kaeya and Diluc are at least on speaking terms now. Sometimes, they can even stand each other long enough for Kaeya to help out at the bar or to sit through an event with Aunt Alice and her family. 

Nonetheless, Albedo was not one to dress up for Halloween, often going with whatever costume Kaeya or Klee wore or just donning his lab coat and grabbing some kind of prop he dug out from Kaeya’s closet. Tonight, he sported an oversized white hoodie that had swirling gold embroidery on the arms with stars sprinkled in, a pair of navy sweats, and fluffy Dodoco slippers Alice had gifted to him last Christmas. 

Kaeya had on his costume and a face full of makeup, ready for a night out in the town.

Only, he had forgotten he was supposed to take Klee out to the annual Halloween bash in the park this year. The bash is hosted by the town where various businesses open up elaborately decorated booths ranging from food to games to entertainment. It was one of the biggest holiday celebrations in the town, right next to Christmas. The winners of the booth decorating contest won bragging rights as well as the ability to pick where their booth would be located at the next year's bash.

After the bash, the streets in town would be closed off for a few hours so kids can run around and go trick-or-treating. Everything considered, the turn out for the event was huge and most of the employees at the Knights of Flavorus worked in shifts at their booth.

It was the first Halloween either has had off for…a while. Usually the two spent the night covering each other's breaks at the Knight's booth so they could spend a little time with Klee. Yet, here they were, spending the few hours before the Halloween Bash to get their costumes on and goodie bags for the kids ready, and Kaeya just realized his predicament. 

Albedo slowly tore his eyes away from the TV and looked over at Kaeya, raising an eyebrow at his costume. “Last time I covered for you, you got arrested.”

“And I got a cute boyfriend out of it, your point?” 

Last Halloween, Kaeya had gotten into a small fight with a customer that resulted in both him and the customer getting detained and taken to the nearby police station. He wasn’t even working for the Knights of Flavorus, he was helping his brother bartend. Technically, he was supposed to be at the barkery, but Albedo had covered hsi shift after Diluc had called Kaeya up right around the time the Halloween Bash began, asking if there was any way he could help. His long-time bartenders had called in just before the bar opened: one had gotten sick and the other had to rush their child to the emergency room (word on the street was the child had grabbed a flaming marshmallow with his bare hands, apparently trying to throw it into their cup), leaving Diluc alone at the bar. Kaeya couldn't exactly leave his brother to fend for himself, he knew how busy the Halloween party at the bar got and then the absolute insanity when the after party started. (It was always the best party of the year, fondly remembered by all those who participated until the next rolls around).

It wasn’t his fault and, if it says anything, Diluc and the police agree that Kaeya was not at fault. 

Listen, what was he supposed to do when he kept getting orders for angle shots? He and Diluc made sure to keep an eye out for the creep. Unfortunately, with how packed it was, neither seemed to be able to spot the man. His breaking point was when Barbra, a member of a local band that often played live music at the bar, had shakily come up to him and tell him that it was Albert. At that point, Kaeya had left the bar to hunt the man down. Can you blame him? He was getting sick and tired of throwing Albert out for creeping on girls and following Barbra around the parking lot. No matter what he or Diluc tried, nothing seemed to keep Albert away. 

When he finally caught Albert’s ass, he made sure to get between Albert and the person he was pursuing. Of course, when kicking Albert out peacefully didn’t work, Kaeya had tried to forcefully kick him out. One thing led to another, and Albert wound up breaking a bottle of wine over Kaeya’s head and used the bottle as a makeshift weapon. At some point in the fight, Kaeya had been able to wrestle the bottle away and subdue Albert until the police arrived. 

Imagine Kaeya’s surprise when the police arrested both of them. He supposed it had been a year or two since he’s worked as security, but he thought the local police would at the very least remember all the times he had called the station about an unruly drunk. 

He didn’t exactly regret fighting Albert, the man had it coming for a long time and a small part of him was satisfied that he was the one to put the man behind bars, but he did regret having to sit in an interrogation room for the rest of Halloween without spending any time with Klee. He sat in the cold interrogation room for who knows how long--his head bleeding, feeling a little woozy, and overall reevaluating his life choices--until Wriothesley had walked in. It’s cheesy to say, but Kaeya’s breath was taken away at the sight of the officer. How could he not be infatuated when the officer scrolled in, a slight grin tugging at his lips, and began to tease Kaeya about the fight?

He wound up doing community service for a few weeks, but it was so worth it. 

For one, Albert was officially banned from the bar and Diluc was able to get a restraining order of sorts to keep him off the bar's property. Secondly, it also gave Kaeya more time with Wriothesley. Eventually, he had worked up the nerve to ask the other out for dinner, who had teasingly said he would take up his offer once he was finished with community service. 

“My point,” Albedo said, pointing a Crunch bar at him, “is that last year, you were beside yourself for missing out on spending time with Klee.” 

“I know," Kaeya sighed, "it's just, I can do the Halloween Bash, but Wriothesley and I wanted to go to the after party together and…" 

"That's when trick-or-treating starts," Albedo finished for him.

Kaeya nodded and silence filled the space between them as Albedo thoughtfully munched on the candy. After a moment, Albedo looked over at him and pointed his half-eaten crunch bar at Kaeya: “You know, you still owe me for knocking a whole tub of peppercorns into batter when you and Wriothesley tried to fu--”

“OOOKAAY we agreed to never bring that up again,” Kaeya interrupted, his face turning a nice shade of red. 

Albedo took an aggressive bite of his candy, the loud snap making Kaeya cringe, and threw his arms up as if to say: what do you want me to do, when you haven't touched a single cake pop I've made?

The Peppercorn Incident™ happened when Kaeya and Wriothesley first started dating. Let’s just say Wriothesley's after hours visit to the Knights of Flavorus with Kaeya to pick up a set of keys had turned into an impromptu cake decorating lesson in the large walk in cooler that got a tad flavorful, if you will. In their passion, they had knocked over a large container of peppercorn into leftover dough (who knew plastic wrap was so flimsy?). 

After knocking the peppercorn over, they decided it would probably be best to continue elsewhere, so Kaeya cleaned up (he wasn’t a monster, thank you, people make food on those tables) and they left. Only, he had forgotten to throw out the leftover batter, and Albedo had been the lucky soul who had decided to look at the security footage to find the culprit. Thankfully, Albedo deleted the footage and they both agreed never to speak of it again, so long as Kaeya taste tested anything Albedo made for the Halloween Bash.

You can imagine how much Kaeya had wanted to yeet himself into the abyss when Albedo had dragged him into dry storage and confronted him about it. 

Kaeya can only imagine what would have happened if Sucrose, or, God forbid, Aunt Alice had found the footage.

Small mercies and all of that. 

Regardless, Kaeya didn’t mean to avoid taste testing things for Albedo. Between helping Diluc out with the bar, getting the Knights of Flavorus’s Halloween booth items, and splitting his spare time between Klee and Wriothesley he hasn’t been able to pop by the labs. Usually, Kayea doesn't overwork  himself--he prides himself on his ability to balance his time between work and life--but before he had realized, he found himself committing to setting up the bakery’s booth for the Halloween Bash and helping at Angel's Share all so he could get tonight off. 

He wasn't proud to say that Albedo and Lisa had to send him home early a few times (nearly collapsing at the counter and throwing an entire tray of cupcakes away instead of the broken piping bag wasn't his brightest moments), calling Wriothesley to come pick him up and drive him back home. One day, Albedo took one look at him, picked up his phone, and told Jean Kayea wasn't coming to work--all while maintaining eye contact. Don't get Kayea wrong, he was thankful for his coworkers (if he was being honest, they were all more friends than coworkers) and without them he wouldn't be half as alert as he was currently. 

However, Albedo hasn’t summoned him to the labs once. Instead he just set random cake pops out and about the apartment, and they weren’t even weird flavors, they were vanilla. Perhaps he didn't call him over because he could see how exhausted Kaeya was, but he was fully capable of making caffeinated cake pops.

Albedo can deny it all he wants, but he swears he's seen something about it in Albedo's recipes.

Not only that, but Albedo occasionally enjoyed giving them things to taste test that were unusual, stifling a laugh when they made faces at the flavors. So to say that Kaeya would have been the perfect subject for unusual flavor testing, tired and unassuming as he's been the past few weeks, would be an understatement. 

The perfectly normal and delicious cake pops were odd, suspicious even, and Kaeya had halfway expected one of them to have an interesting candy coating. Except none of them ever did.

(No matter how much Albedo liked tricking others into tasting something odd, he wasn't cruel. Not that he didn't try to make something for Kaeya, he just felt bad pushing his unholy creations onto his tired roommate. Besides, Kaeya has been working his ass off to try to get Halloween off to spend time with Klee. Even Albedo had to admit his efforts were enduring, so maybe he made Kaeya's favorite cake pop flavor to help him feel better after a rough night at the bar. He even made a few for Wriothesley, who would drive Kaeya home. He'd spend the night and cook Kaeya’s favorite breakfast the next morning. Wriothesley would stay over more to make sure Kaeya would actually go to bed rather than work on finding things for the bakery’s Halloween booth.)

So here they were.

Kaeya shuffled his feet, the red shoes of his costume squeaking on the floor. "Listen, I'll make good on that and I'll make sure to help keep nosey cooks and customers away from the labs during the holidays." 

Albedo hummed and stated: "I believe you will…and I'll come up with something you can help me with for this later, so go have fun on your date."

Kaeya let out a victorious whoop, crossing the distance between himself and his roommate to give him a sloppy hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Albedo laughed and patted his friend's back: "Yeah, yeah, don't get too ahead of yourself." 

Kaeya went back into the kitchen, buying himself with packing up a small goodie bag for Klee and another for Wriothesley's adopted cousin Freminet, humming a song to himself happily. 

He paused, his hand hovering between the popcorn balls and Halloween baggies, suddenly realizing: "There's no way you're only wearing a hoodie to Halloween."

"I didn't have time to get a costume." Albedo called from the living room.

"Oh, we'll make you a costume." 

[baggedbloodandmilk]

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

this is the long-awaited master list I promised months ago...

✧ = is currently being written

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Mondstadt -

Diluc:

[Fluff] Adelinde’s Stand-in (COMING SOON) reader gets a chance to be adelinde’s stand-in and help the Master of Dawn Winery

[Yandere] A King’s Lies (COMING SOON) reader comes across a king whose actions only tell sweet lies

Albedo:

[Slight Yandere] Secret Snow Fall (COMING SOON // ✧ ) reader enjoys ice skating on a frozen lake in Dragonspine, oblivious to the calculating eyes peaking from behind the snow

Venti:

[Yandere] Lost Prayers (COMING SOON) reader’s existence is lost in time and a certain someone is determined to keep it that way

[Yandere] A Poet’s Lies (COMING SOON) reader comes across a poet whose words only tell sweet lies

Kaeya:

[Yandere] A Soldier’s Lies (COMING SOON) reader comes across a soldier whose motives only tell sweet lies

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Liyue -

Xiao:

[Yandere & Modern AU] Studious Distractions (COMING SOON) reader desperately needs a tutor and her quiet deskmate just so happens to be one

[Yandere] In your Shadows (COMING SOON) reader can’t shake off the feeling that her every move is being watched by someone

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Inazuma -

Kazuha:

[Fluff] Maple Leaves Yet to Fall \\ part 1 — part 2 ( ✧ ) reader finds a fallen maple in the depths of chinju forest

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Sumeru -

Kunikuzushi // Kabukimono // Scaramouche // Wanderer // Indecisive piece of shit when it comes to names:

[Yandere & Different AU] Oblivious Love (COMING SOON) reader’s admiration for a male character in her book is reciprocated.

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Snezhnaya -

Childe // Ajax // Tartaglia // bipolar ass bitch who can’t decide on a name:

[Angst?] A Small Price to Pay reader wants to please the gods, yet he stands in the way

[Slight Yandere] Reverse Psychology (COMING SOON) reader finds no interest in him and he accepts it as a challenge

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Various -

[Yandere & Idol AU] The Way to the Heart is Through the Stomach (COMING SOON) reader is a chef, who also happens to be an unexpected therapist to the crazed men of Teyvat Productions

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Stories -

[Fluff & Angst] New Hire (COMING SOON) Diluc x reader x Childe reader is a new hire at the tavern, and yet meeting new people always seems to bring more trouble

[Fluff & Angst] Almost Therapeutic (COMING SOON) Anemo men x reader reader is an (extremely bored) goddess trapped in a temple, maybe the 6 boys who keep showing at the steps of said temple could bring her some entertainment

[yozoramitsuki]

Characters that do not exist in genshin impact in-game but I write about !

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⚠️Warning ~ Mention of Aether x xiao (gay) /fem reader / oc / fan fiction

📝Notes ~ It might be a bit messy lol (it’s my first fiction post) I hope you like it , if you don’t like it it’s okay you can move on 👍

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The Golden-Winged King’s twin Alatus

Alatus also known as the original design of xiao or red xiao

I call him Alatus since calling him red xiao is kinda weird

As written in the title my headcanon is that Alatus is Xiao’s older twin

Many say he is flirty and I think so too but I think he would also be a big softy towards his s/o

He smiles 24/7 and loves hanging out with people that are close to him

He is the opposite of his twin brother Xiao, he gets along with almost anyone he meets and is fairly popular among girls 🥴

Although they are different like the moon and sun they get along well and are very close

Flirt with anyone doesn’t matter what gender he is just like that

but no one knows that he never dated anyone and never even had his first kiss🤭

When you flirt back he will return it back but is secretly bashful inside and is bad at hiding the blush that formes on his cheeks

Loves to tease his brother (not too much) but secretly really wants him just to smile again

Unlike Xiao he loves to go to Liyue harbor and just watch people (he finds it interesting to watch human behavior)

He Doesnt really like to show his vulnerable side in front of anyone

He doesn’t want anyone to worry about him especially xiao

When Alatus feels his karma being worse he hides himself from everyone so no one sees this side of him

You rarely find him being seriously angry or irritated

Bro has ultimate patient

Asks Aether (I write Aether bcs I chose him as my traveler and also bcs I ship Aether and xiao) to interact with xiao because Alatus knows Aether is one of the few people xiao is comfortable with

He may be almost friends with anyone he meets but actually he only has Aether and y/n as close friends

Alatus and Xiao can make their wings and tail appear when they want to though no one can touch it

Xiao rarely shows his bird features but Alatus shows them when he is resting on a tree or simply feels like it

When he does he cleans his feathers and sometimes looks like a pompom

It’s also cute when he sleeps with his wings and tail out

He covers his body with his wings and surrounds himself with his tail (I’m not sure how to describe it but I’ll maybe put a drawing if I can)

You become close friends once you only see through his flirty facade

The Kreideprinz’s Brother Rubedo

people who write about him give him different names and some call him Rubedo and I am one of them ☺️ his name is Rubedo

I think unlike Albedo he is very emotional and he shows that he is emotional

He is very quiet in nature so I think he would get along with a person that is quite and gentle

His eyes are ice blue (rather than teal like albedos) and they hold endless curiosity

He is curious about other things simple things that is normal to any other person and not really the alchemical curiosity

He is curious about those this since he never reallly got to see them

When you first found him in the cave he was tense

Thousand thoughts ran through his mind like—"are they going to hurt me?” But relaxed when he saw you meant no harm

When you offered your hand for him to hold he was hesitating and scared but also craving for care since he never got it. But he took your hand after seeing your reassuring eyes

Well we’ll talk about the first interaction in a another time—

He is touch-starved and therefore loves soft attention

The affect you have on him…oh mah ga

Simply sharing with him something small can lighten up his whole world, darling whether that be what you did that day or share your food with him or literally anything

He also loves it when you read him stories before you both go to sleep

He loves it when you cup his face in your palms and give a kiss on his forehead it makes him feel wanted and not unwanted like his own mother that simply threw him away to the dragon

He may not know how to comfort you with words but he holds you close when he knows something isn’t right

He tried you repay you in someway

Rubedo has nightmares quite often in the beginning, where he remembers again how his mother looked at him disappointingly and how he got eaten by the dragon

He will have horror written all over his face cold sweat covering his whole body and tearful eyes

He seeks you in those situations. He’ll scramble out of bed and lay next to you

Though he keeps a distance when he does lay next to you afraid that you might not like it when he is too close to you

But you don’t mind so when you do find him lay next to you you know that he had that nightmare again so you hold him close

You whisper how you’ll be there for him and that he is not a failure and how he has a place in this world too

He listens to every single word you say and let them directly sink into his heart and let’s himself cry to sleep

Overall you got his back and he got yours ☺️ and please keep it that way

He loves to go pick Cecilia flowers with you btw-

Rubedo’s little child Losis

Losis is the whopper flower albedo

I call him Rubedo’s child cuz the little flower trusts Rubedo and the little one follows his master around

So I imagine the whopper flower like a child like a duckling waddling behind his parent

Is like a child version of Albedo (though the hair is not braided unlike Rubedo and albedo)

Is VERY shy and hides behind Rubedo most of the time

Has trust issues with Albedo since…well Albedo stabbed him

He almost never talks since he is a whopper flower

Loves being carried by you and Rubedo and when you do he falls a sleep most of the time

He’ll come up to one of you and stretch his little hands towards you pleaing to carry him

He also loves going in nature it brings him comfort

Loves picking flowers and putting them in Rubedo or your hair (sometimes his own)

If he does put flowers in his own hair he looks like a small flower bush waddling around ☺️

Is very emotional like Rubedo and…cry’s sometimes…

He wears a blue one piece?? (Not sure how to say this either) and a red flower pin on his left-side chest

Loves it too when you read a story for him or sing for him

He doesn’t necessarily need to eat but he would eat vegetable porridge 🥣 but you have to feed him since he’s a bit clumsy with those kind of stuff

He’d sit on your lap and eat the porridge you feed him

You and Rubedo are basically his parents and albedo is his uncle 😉

He can turn back to his whopper flower form whenever he wants

Sometimes he transforms into one of the flowers and chills there it’s quite interesting to look at

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Please do credit the original publisher/creater of the above image cuz it does NOT belong to me (I found the two in google) (and gif in tumble gif)

Credits to some username : dourpeep too bcs I got inspiration from them and mixed some of their hcs with mine 🫶

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[writer59january13]

Albedo effect in full force after appreciable snowfall

After descent of eventide luminescence of freshly fallen snow still illuminates the terrestrial firma bright even upon the onset of dusk, when dark shadows betoken the edge of night analogously herald outer limits invoking intimations of the twilight zone, which visibility amplified with appearance of full moon accentuating brilliant blinding white across the bucolic expanse. No matter familiarization with precipitation falling to Earth as ice crystallization, nevertheless a child like mirth bubbles up inside of me, the shear beauty worth more than words can spell. These transitional bifocals I wear become naturally tinted (upon exposure to radiance) courtesy law of reflection which states that, on reflection from a smooth surface, the angle of the reflected ray equals the angle of the incident ray essentially darkening material comprising lenses for glasses, which constituent chemicals for lenses come in four types of plastic: polyethylene, Trivex, polycarbonate, high-index polymers, and glass. After looking away from brilliantly shimmering raiment displaying full regalia donned courtesy the nearest solar body, one might see dark spots or patches within field of vision, which ocular entities called afterimages. Afterimages happen because the cells in your eyes that help you see, called photoreceptor cells, get tired from the bright light. There are two types of these cells: cones and rods. Though myopic, I still marvel and feel blessed at ability to experience capability, no matter nearsightedness insync with color vision deficiency (CVD) diminishes fullest breadth and scope to see with perfect (meaning 20/20) vision ever since a wee lad way back in second grade nearsightedness became quite evident

and difficult to ignore forsooth in while deep in the womb visionary genesis made with slight inability unable to distinguish one or more chromatic colors also in the chromosomal store and so-called “floaters” like my own private kaleidoscope played tag across field of view

in the process concentration wore out ability to attune other senses to lend even a shade now as an older fellow, who dons bifocals with pride eligible by optometrist/ophthalmologist to undergo laser surgery to shine on (me) lens and render spectacles superfluous as necessary guide once anonymous philanthropist pens

adequate check for costly procedure, whereby ocular weakness to hide, whence ability to see keen as a hawk with zoom empowered by tens meanwhile this wayward fellow will pilgrimage to the oracle of Delphi hoping the priestess can deliver like some divine miracle worker for near blind and if prayer (to be free of glasses answered)

will become prophet (written on subway walls) well nigh and wordsmith will no longer make spectacle of himself, additionally no longer at the mercy per groping in the dark for misplaced eyewear to find able to discern celestial objects far away in the sky which cosmic phenomena t’will hypnotize this inquisitive mind.

[hydralisk98]

For '(expt 16 12), Karalis V5

PREFACE

Greetings, this is only a mere sketch for my constructed world stuff, again... It is still a manifestation and political advocacy exercise but I would think that it is also a decent reflection of my worldview and a nice educational "grasp-the-world & iterate" method.

Granted, the following only have temporary labels due to further work yet to be done for the whole project "backend" (especially the linguistics and overtly immersive parts of it all). I am still iterating with some Civilization 5 & Stellaris playthroughs as baseline inspo, alongside a couple textual referee documents to assist this "frontend" of sorts.

So yeah... enjoy your stay.

First twelve "Major" Civs

Shoshones

Mayas

Morocco

Brazil

Poland

Incas

Babylon

Assyria

Netherlands / Venice?

Portugal

Korea

Carthage

Last eight "Major" Civs

Aremorica

Samoa

Inuit

Vietnam

Sumer

Angola

Hittites

Minoans

FourtyEight(48)-to-Sixty-Four(64) "Minor" Civs aka City-States

?

Cultures

Eyn = Levantine

Ibrad = Hungarian

Zebie = Basque

Tatari = Berber

Cao = Vietnamese

Shoshoni = Numic

Turchian = Turkish

Eqalen = Inuit

Tersun = Ruthenian

Temu = Nigerian

Hugues = English

Lueur = Mongolian

March = German

Teotlan = Nahuatl

Hawatcha = Korean

Ishtar = Mesopotamian

Taliyan = Iranian

Palche = Quechua

Aberku = Celtic

Sama = Polynesian

Medran = Castillian

Olivana = French

Bantnani = Karnataka

Syriac = Mesopotamian

Matipec = Mayan

Rzhev = Ruthenian

Matwa = Swahili

Hangzhou = Chinese

Chunhau = Cantonese

Mersuit = Inuit/Swedish

Treano = Italian

Arela = Portuguese

Hatris = Hittites / Lydians

Zapata = Byzantines / Mycenean Greeks

Nippir = Elam / Far-Eastern Mesopotamia

Irena = Minoan Greeks

Religions

Pohakantenna (Shoshoni / Numic pantheon)

Angakkunngurniq (Inuit pantheon)

Confucianism tradition (and dialects like Shinto…)

Al-Asnam (Celtic druidic pantheon)

Mwari Cult (Carib animistic pantheon)

Arianism (iterated from the defunct Christianity dialect)

Chaldeanism (Mesopotamian pantheon)

Calvinism (derived from the Protestant Reformation’s Huguenot Southern French, monotheism)

Tala-e-Fonua (Polynesian Samoan pantheon)

Hussitism (central slavic dialect of monotheism)

Jainism (communal humility & individualized ki monks culture)

Buddhism (inner way reincarnation & large monasteries)

Judaism

Zoroastrianism

Ibadiyya (Islam)

Canaanism (Carthaginian belief system)

Pesedjet (Numidan Hieroglyphics belief system)

Wakan Tanka (Blackfoot religion)

Intiism (Inca pantheon)

Tzolk'in (Mayan pantheon)

States

(~ to be written)

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Worldbuilding revision workflow preview #1...

Galactic & meta-physical considerations (helps the mythological and Stellaris stages tremendously);

Micro-paracosms experimentations;

Stellar system conception

Interstellar neighbourhood;

Star design;

Orbits design;

Habitable planet(s) & Terrestrials;

Ice & gas giants;

Moons;

Habitable world conception

Albedo, atmospheric, tides & other key specifications;

GPlates & GProjector / geology stages;

Speculative biology / lively evolution stages;

Sapient life history simulationism runs stage (social life simulacres aka Firaxis' Civ 5 + FreeCiv);

Stellaris & post-Stellaris narratively-focused stages;

GLOSS systemic multimedia animated story-telling stage;

QGIS + OSM "present-day" geofiction stage;

Dreamworld, shifting sessions and manifestation life scriptings stage;

[taintedtort]

oooo~oh kind and almighty author of wonderful works.i finally escaped confines of my sickness i caugh recently and now that my head is not boiling over with heat and i feel like i can breath again im once again at doorstep to your amazing blog.(this new Xiao and Scara fic is great, btw.both if them was so cute, like two baby deers.tho i must admit i think Xiao would be good at it, not a master but better then Scara.buuut it was still good, we all have our own opinions after all!).but putting all of this aside, can i request cuddles with genshin characters if you didnt done this prompt already?better yet if reader is clingy even tho usually they dont behave like this?reason is up to you!and character wise, with Lumine(she deserves so much more attention, no?), Albedo, Beidou(if you write for her i mean) and Wanderer?regardless if you decided to write it or not thank you for your attention and pleased take care!

- 🦊 anon.

hi hi 🦊

im posting this separately from the actual fic cus it wasn’t working when i tried to reply?? not sure why or how to fix that (fic will be out in a few days)

im so sorry you were sick tho, but welcome back !

i also sort of agree with your xiao assessment 🤔 i feel like he’d be bad at first cus he’s never ice skated but he’s very graceful so i think he’d get the hang of it pretty quickly 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

love that prompt btw^^ i’ve thought abt writing it a few times but decided against it for some reason

ive never written for beidou and idk much about her character, but i’m willing to try anyway! just saying that as a warning in case she’s ooc🙁 very cute lineup, and i also might end up adding xiao or just making a whole pt2 with more characters… we will see

edit: posted!

[kokonomiya]

@geobrought​ ♡ "i ask you, can the ends ever justify such wretched means?"

     hands are folded together within kokomi’s lap as she keeps her gaze fixated upon the distance beyond them ; eloquent as ever , even as she finds herself stewing over his question . she would be lying were she to say that this question never passed her own mind in times past -- how far was she willing to go for victory ? how many more lives had to be lost in the midst of conflict ? she may have been born for this , but it was never easy . so many decisions & paths lay within the palms of her hands .      she turns to face the young man next to her , a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips -- no offense is outright taken by his inquiry . an outsider could never truly understand , anyway . kokomi can tell by the glint in his eyes that he is a curious soul & figures that he , in this moment , deserves an honest answer -- as honest as she can be right now , anyway .

     ❝     i will do anything to secure our victory . no matter how wretched our means may become , the resistance will not fall .     ❞