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[rosalyneslover]

BEFORE DAWN

chr: diluc

desc: you and diluc bond over the fireplace.

content: gn!reader, fluff, childhood friend!diluc, albedo’s assistant!reader

wc: 828

The rain hasn't stopped since you stepped foot in Mondstadt. Master Albedo requested that you make a trip to Liyue Harbor to collect some alchemy materials only found in the nation of Geo from a man called 'Zhongli.’ He was a kind gentleman, although a little odd with the old-fashioned way he spoke but that was none of your business. Your business involved the torrential rain that threatened to slip you onto the slimy mud that was stuck to your boots. You knew the Dawn Winery was only a minute's walk away so you decided to head there instead of going straight into the city which saved you from injuring yourself, if that happened, Master Albedo would never forgive himself.

This is how you find yourself heading to the fireplace of the Dawn Winery after Adelinde hurriedly ushered you inside from the rain as she prepares your bath. You find Diluc sitting in his favorite chair in casual clothes; it seems he's getting ready to retire for the night. He nods at you as you approach and you return the gesture with a smile. The clothes he's given you are unsurprisingly comfortable and warm, recognizing them to be Diluc's when he was younger.

"Your room is on the left, next to mine. Your bag is getting dried and the materials are safely stored in the chest in your room," You say your thanks before he sits up, heading up the stairs. You thought he's heading to bed so you decide to sit on the carpeted floor right in front of the fireplace. It's cold in the winery, not surprising when it's currently autumn but the rainy season doesn't help the already freezing temperatures.

You turn around when you hear footsteps behind you and you see Diluc carrying a dark gray blanket in his arms. Your eyes widen when he sits down next to you before giving you the blanket to wrap around your freezing form.

"I thought you were headed to bed," You whisper loud enough for him to hear against the continuous sound of rain outside.

"I thought I'd join you for a while, but… if you want to be alone, I could go." Diluc gestures behind him with his thumb, ready to leave if you would just say the word. But then he relaxes when you shake your head at him with a smile, "It's okay. I'd like the company."

A comfortable silence blankets you two. The sound of the embers’ sharp crackling in the fireplace and the rain’s soft tune when it hits the roof tiles mix together to create a beautiful comfy symphony as you and Diluc serve as their audience. Amidst the pleasant atmosphere—there’s still a coldness inside the winery, evident with the way Diluc’s hands shake on his lap. It’s clear he’s trying to hide it with the way he’s curling his hands into fists and the way he every so often uncurls them to fidget with the cotton cloth of his pants. Or… is he nervous?

“You’re cold,” If not for the weather, he would have been offended, thinking that you’re talking about his persona but he only stares at your face in confusion like he wasn’t just rubbing his hands on his pants to warm them up. You laugh at this which only confuses him more.

"You're cold. And this blanket is quite big for one person," You don’t say it directly but with the way he stares at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher, you could say for certain that he knows what you mean. Diluc could feel his face heat up at the thought of him and you under that huge blanket. Together. Close. Touching.

You kind of regret even suggesting the thought when it looks like Diluc is about to burst into flames and rival the flames in the fireplace but then he slowly scoots closer to you like you’re a creature that he wouldn’t want to scare off, maybe thinking that he was going to hurt you. He settles down beside you as he helps you wrap the blanket around his broad shoulders. He visibly relaxes when he doesn't feel the bitter cold biting at his scarred hands anymore. He’s like a large lapdog under the soft amber lighting of the fire especially when he tilts his head when he catches you staring at his face. You both look away from each other with content smiles on your faces.

You weren’t sure how or when you fell asleep but it doesn’t matter when everything you need at that moment is right there with you wrapped in a pretty red bow. Diluc sure feels the same as well.

When the morning light came and shone through the windows of the Dawn Winery, Adelinde could only stare at the two cuddled up over the fire. She smiles and walks out, opting not to disturb them.

It seems Master Diluc found a reason to love again.

— 07/27/22

[cheruib]

the story of saying goodbye to summer

[retaurd]

your last 5 nonface emoji describe how you will die

[charmingisdebatable]

*Is currently in a cage in the water of the Black Lagoon with @amaryllis--gardenfairy* *tiny glare* So you're telling me we're here because of you?

[octobersunkiss]

huabeam -> knitmylove -> octobersunkiss

[princess-tulip-writes]

I neeeedddd you to write something about sugar baby reader and sugar mommy feyre and daddy Rhys

-🐰

summary: feyre and rhysand take their sugar baby and girlfriend lingerie shopping.

warnings: mentions of insecurities, sexual themes, more of a lesbian dynamic than poly tbh.

a/n: made this one longer than anticipated but oh well. hope you like it 💗

"can i get the pink one too?"

your voice was small, smaller than feyre would have hoped for someone shopping at valeris' most beautiful dress shop. her brow creased softly as she wondered if you were frightened of her but when her eyes landed on the scraps in your hands, she puzzled together why you had been so shy.

"of course, sweetheart." she said softly. "here, i'll hold them for you." she smiled gently, trying her best not to smirk or tease you as you shyly handed the lace set to her awaiting hand. you cheeks were tinted pink as you glanced around for her mate, worried that he would tease you with all these people around.

feyre picked up on your worries and placed hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

"don't be so scared, angel. it's just you and me, no one's even paying attention." she smiling softly to ease your mind; it worked.

you returned the smile and nodded in agreement before giving her cheek a thankful kiss, making her cheeks heat slightly and heart skip a beat at your affections.

"what else would you like to look at? we can get some more lingerie if you'd like, i know i would love to see in many different styles." she winked.

you habitually glanced around, looking to see if anyone heard your girlfriend'd playful banter, only to find the other shoppers busied with their own shopping.

'relax, my love.' she cooed in the walls of your racing mind, giving your mind a gentle caress.

"that, um, would be nice. i need some more pretty laces to wear for you guys." you mumbled shyly.

she smiled to herself before leading you to her favorite section. you picked through the racks, plucking some pieces that made feyre's breath hitch at the image of your plump figure in them when you presented them to her. you found shopping with her soothing after the population of the store went down, even picking a few sets for her that you knew would look ravishing on her. but, as an hour rolled by and you both had a pretty good pile in each of your arms, you wondered where the male you both loved was. come to think of it, you hadn't seen him since he wandered to the other side of the store after your arrival.

"this would look stunning on you, pretty dove." feyre purred as she held up a lavender nightie, a small smirk on her face as she sent the mental picture of the sheer gown adorned on you to rhysand.

"you think so?" you asked after examining the fabric yourself. "i don't know, my hips might look-"

"exquisite in that, little darling."

the voice behind you was of mist and shadows as he complimented you, and you nor feyre had to turn around in order to recognize it. the high lady glanced over her shoulder at him, rolling her eyes at the sight of the massive pile of lace scraps in his hands.

show off.

you met her gaze, and your jaw practically dropped once you caught sight of the heap drapped over his forearm. how it held up such weight so effortlessly, puzzled you.

"where have you been?" you asked, happy to see him after hours of his absence.

he smiled at your excitement.

"oh, just..." he glanced down at the pile. "browsing. what have my two favorite ladies been up to?"

your heart jumped at the title of being one of his 'favorite ladies', and rhysand smirked at the sound making feyre groan.

"we've collected quite the pile ourselves, haven't we, angel?" she answered.

you nodded in agreement to her, suddenly feeling shy at the amount of undergarments you're significant others had collected for you and the reality that you would have to model each piece for them when you got home- not that you weren't excited of course, just shy. you weren't used to getting so much positive attention and praise just from the sight of your body, and it was a pretty big adjustment to get used to. it would take some time, feyre assured you each time you expressed it to her, but you'll come around.

rhys took a look, finally, at the growing plies on both of your arms and grinned.

"my, my, little y/n, what a show me and feyre darling will be having tonight. aren't we awfully lucky?" he boasted.

blood rushed to your cheeks at his words as you looked at anything but the two royals beside you shyly.

rhysand always thought your anxious behavior was adorable when he teased you, and found entertainment in the habit. because although you seemed uncomfortable and embarrassed, he knew your panties were soaked anyway. feyre, on the other hand, always worried that it was fear that made you clam up. that, because of her and her mate's reputation, you were scared to ask for things you wanted or went quiet out of humiliation. but, once she would catch sight of your blushy cheeks and small pout, her worries would be calmed.

"very lucky." she added.

-

after paying and spending some time in a few other shops, rhysand winowed you three home and set to get ready for the night.

"that was so much fun, thank you both." you mumbled into rhys' neck as he carried you into your shared bedroom.

"oh, no need to thank us, precious. the pleasure is ours." he cooed back, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

feyre beat you both into the room, peeling her dress off immediately and revealing her velvet violet matching set you and rhysand bought her last month for her birthday. both of your breathes hitched at the sight of her, and you nearly called dibs on her first if it wasn't for the generousity rhsyand showed you today- or his wallet per say.

the high lady smirked at you both as rhys entered the room with you in his arms, but it was you she pointed to and beckoned to come join her.

"ah, ah." rhysand clicked his tongue at his mate. "i would like to see her in that same set. i want both of my darlings to match."

you furrowed your brows, before taring your gaze from the stunning female in front of you and looking up at the male holding you with confusion on your face.

"but i don't have that one, silly. i could change into one of the same color-"

"oh, but you do have that one, silly. why don't you go check your top drawer?"

your eyes widened, but before you could reply, he set you down on your feet with a tap on your ass to signal you to get moving. both of your lovers watched as you scurried to your dresser, the one with roses painted all over it beautifully by your sweet girlfriend, and slowly opened the correct drawer. you gasped in surprise as the exact set feyre was wearing was folded neatly right on top of all the other lingerie you bought today.

"prick." feyre mumbled to her mate, who was currently smirking proudly at his smooth nature.

"you're just jealous i one uped you, feyre darling." he cockily replied, spearing her a lustful glance. "but she was right; that does look dazzling on you."

she rolled her eyes at her mate, scoffing softly. "don't try to kiss ass now."

rhysand's laughter filled the room, causing your attention to whip his way. were they laughing at you? you wondered. was this a joke?

you're worrisome thought reached feyre and rhys' mind, your shields down since you've entered the comfort of their home, and they stopped their banter to pay mind to you.

"no, not at all, baby." rhysand's voice held sincerity and worry as he crossed the room and took your hands in his. "never at you."

"why don't you go put this on so we can see how stunning my taste is?"

"rhysand, i swear if you keep being a prick to our princess, you will sleep on the damned couch with no sex for a week!"

a loud laugh left his throat, as the high lord threw his head back in contagious laughter.

these two were going to be the death of you... and your pussy.

[miupow]

shaking fr (had to take a sec bc the long shirt was confusing me)

goes fucking insane

[rosalyneslover]

A LITTLE SPOT OF WARMTH IN DRAGONSPINE

chr: la signora

desc: going to dragonspine isn't the same as before.

content: gn!reader, angst

wc: 537

a/n: happy new year everybody! i offer angst.

You have never been to Dragonspine alone. It was always with Rosalyne. Your former lover. She’d always accompany you when you had plans to venture into the mountains. You don't know why she does it. You never knew why. Maybe she wanted to see the scenery. Maybe she just wanted your company.

Here you are, your back against the fluffy snow where you and Rosalyne always went to clear your head. A special spot where the cold wasn't as cold as the rest of the mountain, probably because it provided a clear view of the sun rising and setting. You two sometimes stay there to watch the sun disappear beneath the hills and cliffs of the city. Rosalyne always looked beautiful under the rays of the sun.

But it was different today. The sun runs its usual circuit before it begins to set once again. You shiver. But where's the warmth? Was it always cold here?

Was it just Rosalyne keeping you warm all this time?

Your eyes flutter open when you feel the presence of something familiar. Your eyes meet flaming red wings of a moth and you smile softly. You reach out a hand to touch it but you don't recoil this time, you don't take caution when the tiny flames lick at your fingertips.

You don't feel the burn that once was there.

"Hi," You greet with a sad laugh but you know the little thing wouldn't respond. They never do, but they make good company when you're in the barren parts of Snezhnaya.

"How are you?" Again, no reply. You don't expect one. You never did, after what happened. The flaming moth flutters gently in front of your face but not too close. It moves cautiously, as if scared to burn your delicate skin. Rosalyne once feared that she'd hurt you one day with her own hands. You guess her pets also took great caution with you.

"You know… Snezhnaya feels colder without you," You whisper as you cup the small critter in your cold hands to warm them up since she wasn't here to warm them up herself.

You sigh and glance away from the moth.

"I haven't gone back since the day you…" You don't dare finish the sentence. You shake your head, pushing away the memory to the back of your mind, "I don't miss Snezhnaya. I wouldn't ever miss it again," You sound resigned. You shiver when a cold breeze brushes against you. The thick coat around you tried its hardest to stay attached around your freezing shoulders. You place your right hand over the Fatui crest directly atop your aching heart. Once again, you close your eyes.

"As long as you're not with me, Rosalyne… Snezhnaya isn't my home. It won't feel like home again," At that, the flaming red moth disperses in the wind, leaving only embers that float through the air before disappearing. You feel colder, you suddenly remember how alone you truly are. Your other hand drops by your side and you go back to dozing off.

In the harshest cold of Dragonspine, you dream of the warmth of your former lover who got lost to eternity.

You never hated the cold so much before.

— 01/01/2024

[levok]

All the pics you need to understand the energy of Martin and Juanjo.

Sweet baby boy angel child and chaos 💕

[cheruib]

at the airport feeling #anxious for no reason

[totalswag]

OKAY EVERYONE!! 👀

it looks like the rafe series won the poll :) i will start getting everything sorted out very soon. i cannot wait for you guys to read this cause it’s been in my brain for some time now

[antoineaskblog]

Hello!

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Fancy seeing you around here! My name is Antoine, and I’m simply a humble botanical artist. I’ve sold one or two paintings for a couple of mora, but that’s about it. I mainly paint for fun, so I don’t mind if my work doesn’t get any sales or recognition. Any questions you may have, feel free to ask! Just only if it doesn’t get too out of hand…

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//ooc: this is my Genshin OC, Antoine! My main blog is @blauwu, and I also run @papillonaskblog

//: anyone can interact

//: no nsfw, please. i won’t respond to anything that makes me uncomfortable :(

//: you can call me ‘blauw’ or ‘blauuw’ outside of character! (i also use they / she pronouns)

//: other ocs and canon characters r more than welcome, i love to see people getting creative!

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Tags:

🌼 = Antoine

🦋 = Papillon

🏛️ = Kaveh

🌱 = Alhaitham

🌩️ = Cyno

🌿 = Tighnari

🌷 = Collei

⏳ = Sethos

🫧 = Nilou

⭐️ = Étoikes

🕯️ = Lucien

🌊 = Furina

🌸 = Nahida

💠 = Faruzan

🌙 = Layla

🍁 = Kazhua

🍇 = Wanderer

🗡️ = Raiden

🔮 = Lisa

🏹 = Amber

✿ Antoine answers = answering asks

✿ Antoine speaks = replying to threads / outside of asks

✿ Antoine mumbles = regular text post

✿ Antoine paints = art

…Anything else is just regular tags, or out of character speaking.

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Actions are like *this.*

Speaking is like this.

Thank you for reading!

[mjtheartist04]

HIM AND RIKA ARE ABOUT TO GO ON A NICE PICNIC DATE😭😭😭🙏🙏

PLEEAASEEEE

I WOKE UP SO HAPPY GETTING ON TWITTER AND SEEING THIS OFFICIAL ART

LOOK AT HIMB LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE!!!🥺💜💜💜

And The best part about this official art (besides genya) that made me so much more happier, Is that tulips are my favorite flowers🥹🌷💕…

IS THIS MEANT TO BE???😫

[butterflyangel2002]

Sorry for like bombing!! You have a great blog!!

Nooo you’re fine!!! I love your blog too and I appreciate the love 🩷💗💕😭 Also your cat is adorable :) 💕💖🌷🌸🫶🏾🐈

[princess-tulip-writes]

Sharing is caring • Mor x reader x Azriel

“Is she always this much of a whore?” Mor chuckled to her friend and your mate, Azriel, as she watched you wiggle your ass for her fingers.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.” He replied, amused by how easily you seemed to adjust to someone new to play with.

His pride was hurt slightly, but he’d figure that out later. Right now his attention was one you, and the way your pussy lips glistened with sweet, sweet wetness.

“Is that so?” Mor purred to herself before leaning over the bed and placing her lips to your ear. “Would I be surprised by the slutty things you’ve done, dove?”

Azriel watched from behind, admiring to way your pussy clenched around nothing as the older female cooed filth at you, snaking her hand down your arched back and stopping on your ass, grabbing a handful to expel a moan from your pretty lips.

The sound of your whimper made Mor’s velvet lips upturn into a feline grin, and she palmed your ass once more, earning another soft whine from you.

“Such a nice ass, baby.” She moaned. “You like it when I play with it, gorgeous?”

Before you could response, your mate answered for you.

“She likes any kind of attention. Like I told you, she’s a fucking whore.”

The blonde rolled her eyes at his tone toward her. She moved your hair to the side before peppering open mouthed kisses to the hot skin.

“Isn’t that right, bunny?” He asked you, his voice softer.

Mor made note to the soft spot he had for you, and planned to use it to her advantage tonight. Watching the shadowsinger break because of you would be very entertaining to watch.

“Y-yes, sir.” You stuttered out, your whole body tingling from the special attention from the bombshell leached to you.

Azriel tilted his head and quirked a brow, unsatisfied with your answer apparently.

“Tell us what you are.”

You swallowed thickly, you mind blank from the way Mor sucked hickies on your sensitive neck, gathering the words on your tongue nervously as his gaze darkened. Pissing him off was not in your plans for the night.

“A whore. I’m a whore, sir.”

The sensational suckling halted, as you almost let out a whine from the loss of contact but you knew better. Azriel would jump at the chance of spanking the ungrateful out of you, especially now.

“Just ‘sir���? What about me?” Mor pouted to you, a cute jut of her bottom lip adoring her face to farther make you melt— it worked.

“I-I’m a whore, ma’am. I’m sorry for forget-oh!”

Without warning, the hand that had been groping your ass cheek, slipped between your plush thighs and pressed to your clit gently, her long nails grazing your sensitive folds.

“Do you really think she deserves that, Mor?”

Her hazel eyes snapped from your gasping face to the spymaster in the corner, sending him a deep glare his way for being so cruel. Maybe she was wrong about the soft spot after all… or maybe he’s just a prick.

“It’s my turn to play with her, I’ll give her whatever I see fit.”

Her gaze switched back to you before her fingers rolled softly over your bundle of nerves, smiling in delight as your arms gave out under you and your ass arched higher in the air.

“And if you criticize my rules again,” she shot him another glare, one more harsh and violent than the last. “You will leave. Got that, Azriel?”

Your mate scoffed but mumbled an agreement anyway, grumbling to his shadows about how unfair this was, you were his mate. But, nonetheless, he backed down and enjoyed the show.

“Good. Now shut up and watch as I make our pretty princess cum.”

[seedlessmuffins]

AYO WHADDID ANASTASIA DO TO YOU

1. historically inaccurate like so historically inaccurate it makes me want to tear my hair out

2. romanticizing tsarist russia (and demonizing the peasants and working class of the february revolution)

3. disneyfictaion of history. need i say more?

(anything im missing @mchiti?)