#albedo even

[yestrday]

who do u main in genshin :D or who's at least on ur main team?

my love goes out to diluc. he's so fun and straightforward to play. im so invested in him i even bought his expensive ass skin. his ponytail, his looks, his voice... i dont play them cuz of their playstyle actually. i play them cuz im a simp

[l-tora-l-archived]

HOYOFAIR : The engines are heated, and we have our racers, technicians, and a... poet!? 2 days left, stay tuned to HoYoFair2024!

[damianito]

I think, I took someone's Neuvillette...

[dannyk09]

Anger and hatred are just a mask to hide sadness and despair...

[protect-namine]

the thing about venti is that he doesn't embody freedom so much as he nurtures it. venti is who he is today because the people taught him to love and he returned that tenfold. the people were the first to teach him autonomy and freedom, and his response is to protect that ideal

I just really love mondstadt's relationship with their "absentee" archon a lot. there's something almost poetic about how just by being themselves, they sort of "created" their own god. a wind wisp became their archon by observing and living with them (ofc I'm oversimplifying it)

as described in freedom sworn, it's the anemo archon who actually takes on his region's characteristics, not the other way around. it is not that mondstadt is the nation of freedom because of venti, but that venti is the god of freedom because of mondstadt. and now you have that same archon asking what I will argue is actually the best quote of genshin, "what is freedom when demanded of you by a god?"

[byorkewkew]

[ursas-arts]

kaebedo supremacy

[flower-yi]

Perhaps surprise shouldn’t be felt when Albedo’s hands, in between the states of warmth and freezing, are calloused. Right now is the very few times the alchemist’s gloves are nowhere to be seen—most likely due to the work of a certain man with an eye patch—and as his partner (and admirer, as you’d always like to add), intertwining hands with him seemed to be the best idea at the moment.

“I don’t quite get why you have an intense interest with my hands,” he comments quietly, though not at all bothered with the closeness you’ve initiated. Albedo’s gaze often oscillates between observing to thinly veiled interest, which right now is a combination of the two, your brain helpfully supplies, and it doesn’t help with the rush of heat in your cheeks.

He doesn’t find the desire to hold hands with him weird, does he…?

“I don’t get the chance to hold your hands like this. You’re… always, uhm, wearing your gloves. Not that I want you to take them off, of course!”

Albedo stares at you. “Hmm,” he says, giving you no clue whatsoever if he doesn’t like it.

Maybe he’s just tolerating it…

The sudden tight squeeze to your fingers makes you raise an eyebrow at him. What is he doing? A concentrated look furrows his eyebrows, as his gaze drops to your intertwined hands… then he gives you another squeeze, this time much gentler, and you find a content expression is on his face.

“Well. Perhaps we should do this more often,” Albedo says. Is he joking? “I like how warm your hands are… as well as your cheeks, too. I’ll make sure to put this in mind.”

You don’t even have time to react when he lifts the back of your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on it.

It’s hard to miss that smile on his face.

[endlesslytired]

[kazumist]

ARTISTIC BOYFRIENDS .ᐟ

✩ — in which you're their muse in their respective specialties in art.

✩ — includes: kazuha, albedo, xiao x gn!reader. fluff i think,, it's nothing sad dw dw. no cws. wc: 594. writer!kazuha, painter!albedo (this is canon i know i js wanted 2 tag), photographer!xiao. reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated!

kazuha — !

anyone would be astonished at the way kazuha makes literature. there’s just something about his writing style that makes you go crazy in his works. the way he describes things and makes people envision it makes your head spin in a good and addicting way. there’s one thing that’s very noticeable in his works, it’s the way it would always be dedicated to someone.

you were the greatest thing to ever happen to him. it wasn’t like his life before he met you was dark (in fact, it was decent). it’s just that when he met you— when he fell in love with you, his life became brighter than ever. 

small dates in the park with you laying on his lap while he comes up with random haikus that’d describe you. you honestly wonder how he can never run out of those flowery words that spill from his lips every time he writes.

kazuha wishes for this to never end. but if he were to lose you then he’d never fall in love again after that. it will always be you.

albedo — !

from small doodles from afar, to sketches of you on a restaurant’s tissue, and now to a canvas where colors would show how they can express the way albedo views you. enchanting.

if the two of you had free time together you’d often hang out in an art studio. always bringing coffee together while you giggle quietly to each other on the way there. flowers in hand (that was picked up before you went to the studio, albedo said he had an idea for a painting).

“‘bedo?” you call him and he answers with a hum. “don’t you ever get tired of painting me?” you asked him. albedo put the paintbrush in hand down and walked towards you who’s sitting on a stool not far from him. he said your name softly while stroking your face and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“i’ll never get tired of painting you. even if my hands were to be bruised and tired, i’ll never stop painting you.” 

xiao — !

late night walks around the city hand in hand, driving to visit views that no one has dared to see at night, that’s how you and xiao spend time.

polaroid pictures were your favorite. so xiao would always bring a polaroid camera with him. taking stolen shots of you, some shots with you posing in a silly way, and shots where you just looked… peaceful and pretty.

a polaroid love is what you have. making notes on polaroid pictures while hanging them around at your place, making cute little doodles on them which eventually turns into you and xiao running around trying to draw on each other.

he loves your smile, it makes him smile too. if you’d ask him “why are you smiling?” he would reply with “since i got to see you. you put a smile on my face.” although it was cheesy, for him, there’s just something about the way you smile. it’s comforting.

xiao was scared at first, because he realized that he loves you more than he thinks. he falls in love with you over and over again, as much as it’s a bit exaggerating to hear. the more he gets clingy, touchy, and affectionate, xiao knows he’s falling even deeper.

he scooted closer to you, arms on your waist and face on the crook of your neck. “i love you so much.” he murmured against your skin. “i love you more, xiao.”

“i love you most.”

[paw-padss]

as the sweltering morning eventually turned into a stifling twilight, Albedo found himself tiredly hunched over, the soft pillowy lumps of bedding beneath his legs as his long blonde hair cascaded beyond his shoulders. his sigh of exhaustion turned into a smile of fondness; the feeling of the gentle tug of your hands on his scalp ignited a warm feeling within him. the silent hum of the fan and the steadiness of your breathing almost put him to sleep.

the tugging stops with the moon high in the sky. he looks back at you, toying with the new braid in his hair. he falls back onto the bed, looking up at you, his normally stoic face replaced with a playful smile, inviting you to lay down next to him. with a smile, you fall down beside him, his flyaways gently flowing in the fans breeze. you reach out to tame them, but his hand reaches your head first. pulling you closer to him before leaving a sweet kiss on your lips. he softly mutters the words good night against your neck before planting a kiss there too. he turns over, and you wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head against the braid running down his back.

sweat begins to form beads on your forehead from the close contact, but the heat is hard to notice when your cool-headed lover is wrapped in your arms.

a/n: sorry if some things don’t make grammatical sense + the punctuation i wrote this bc i too am dying in the heated nights ^^;

[anglerflsh]

making the sona slightly more self-accurate

[lotus-pear]

how i thought cynonari was going to be vs how it actually is

[artartery]

@batshikns 🫂

[mkjulian]

I think a weird AU, inspired on RadioDust

[somoln]

Don't you sometimes want to live on a lonely, cold mountain, surrounded only by howling wind, endless snow and those few hilichurls that mostly just mind their own business