#also i’m so sad

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[saetoru]

my message to cat after reading this:

HOME | BAIZHU

summary: after months in inazuma searching for something that could help him, you finally returned home.

warnings: none really, baizhu’s illness, soft sweet n a little angsty, unedited, written on phone

wordcount: idk probably 2k ish

notes: wowowowowow pretty green man stole my heart @saintdainsleif @hanmas @dxlucs @mxnjiros @manjiroscum @alucrds @suyacho @sugusshi @tokyometronetwork

“you are insatiable.��

you smiled against baizhu’s neck when you heard the man let out a soft sigh, stirred awake by the gentle kisses being trailed up and down his neck. to any other person, he would have sounded exasperated—annoyed, even—but you caught the fond undertone hidden beneath the words, and you didn’t have to look up to know that a small smile was inching onto his lips.

“i have missed you,” you corrected, carefully running your fingers through his long green hair, dampened by the steam rising from the warm water of his bath. you pressed another chaste kiss right beneath his right ear as you shifted the hair over his left shoulder. “have you missed me?”

you rested your chin on his shoulder, arms loose around him as you kneeled outside the tub, eyes slid shut peacefully. your fingertips grazed the surface of the hot water, basking in your lover’s presence for the first time in two months.

“a ridiculous question,” baizhu murmured, long, thin fingers intertwined with your own as he lifted one of your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. “how did the trip go?”

were you able to find anything?

you let out a quiet breath, kissing his shoulder again. not for the first time, you had gone abroad to search for answers and remedies for the illness that plagued baizhu. mondstadt, sumeru, natlan, and now inazuma with the sakoku decree being lifted—you spent months traveling teyvat, leaving with hope that you finally would return with something for him and coming back at a loss for words, heart aching as you braced yourself for baizhu’s disappointment.

“scooch forward,” you said, drawing away from him to rise back to your feet. “let me join you.”

you could hear the water shifting as he did what you asked, sloshing around in the tub. you slipped off your clothes off, your mind racing as you tried to figure out what you were going to say.

your travels to the foreign nation had been fruitless, for the most part. you had gotten in contact with a priestess from one of the islands, but you were unsure if it would lead to anything worthwhile and you didn’t want to give him any hope that wasn’t there.

without a word, you slid in the tub behind him, legs on either side of his body, the hot water stinging your skin as your body adjusted to the temperature, but you were more focused on the man in front of you. you reached forward, fingers grazing his shoulder in a silent request for him to lean back.

you felt much more at peace the moment baizhu’s skin was flush against yours—his head resting against your chest, soft green hair tickling your collarbones. you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your forehead down on the top of his head.

“isn’t this more comfortable?” you asked softly after a few moments of peaceful silence. your only response was a quiet hum of agreement—you knew he was waiting for an answer but you wanted to avoid the topic for as long as possible. so instead, you decided to tease him, “the door unlocked, fast asleep in the tub… if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you wanted someone to come in here and find you in a compromising position.”

your hands dipped beneath the water, the pads of your fingers drawing circles around his hipbones as you waited for him to respond.

“no one comes around at this time besides you and qiqi,” he finally said, one of his hands returning to yours and you switched to continuing the soothing circles on the back of his palm again.

his hands were always soft, frail to where yours were stronger and more calloused from years of training. you felt like you were handling fragile porcelain whenever you held him in your arms but it was a dangerous game because if you treated him too carefully, it would just be a reminder of his inevitable fate.

“speaking of,” you said, pulling your other hand from the water to play with the wet strands of hair splayed against his chest, “where is our little bird tonight? i was hoping to see her.”

“she spent the day with streetward rambler’s young disciple,” baizhu told you. “i was going to go fetch her when i was done resting.”

“i can handle that,” you offered. “it’s best to not leave the shop unattended in case of an emergency.”

a blatant excuse, you knew that and he knew that, but you figured an excuse was better than the truth—he was simply not up for running around trying to find qiqi and yaoyao.

baizhu didn’t respond. you thought he might’ve fallen asleep—his pale chest rising and falling steadily beneath your hand, breath even and relaxed. but then he shifted, turning his head to the side to look up at you.

for the first time in months, familiar gold eyes met your own, steady and searching yours. you swallowed thickly as you braced yourself for the question he was bound to finally press.

“you found nothing in inazuma.”

your throat felt tight, lips parted as you fumbled for words but you were left at a loss, as you were every time you returned with empty hands. baizhu exhaled at your reaction—the only answer he needed—shifting back around to face front, eyes sliding shut as he rested against you.

“i stopped by the yuehai pavilion before coming here, scheduled a meeting with the tianquan to make sure the political climate in fontaine is still okay before heading north. i’ll find something there, i promise.”

he suddenly looked older, the weight of your answer adding even more stress to the frail man—the bags beneath his eyes dark against his pallor, and his collarbones and ribs peaking out just a bit more than they had been before you had left.

sometimes, you were scared when you left to travel—scared that you would leave and there would be no home to return to. because your only home was him, and you’d never know if when you left, it would be your last time seeing him.

he was careful to hide how severe his pain was behind those smiles and gentle words but you could see through it. and you knew he hated that heavy gaze of yours he couldn’t escape in the days before you left to travel, but you couldn’t help yourself—terrified that one day you’d return and only have a fading memory to remember him by.

“we’ll figure this out,” you promised, not for the first time, but you never made promises you couldn’t keep. you’d figure something out even if it meant signing your soul away—you had heard rumors that the fatui of snezhnaya had made some intense advancements with the elemental energy and technology, and you figured that if anybody had ability to help baizhu, it would be them…

… but bargaining with the fatui for help could cast you as an enemy of the qixing… and it could cost your freedom, and maybe even your life. so you would go to fontaine first, and pray to the archons that you would find your answers there.

“i know,” baizhu said, giving your hand a weak squeeze as he melted back into you. you could hear in his voice that he was on the verge of dozing off, and you supposed he must have had a busy day running the pharmacy.

but before he could fall asleep, you lifted one of your hands to cup his cheek.

“i’ve been deprived of your lips for months and you’re going to make me wait another night?” you teased gently, chest light when you heard him let out an amused huff.

he tilted his head back to the side to look up at you, gold eyes lidded as they fluttered open to look at you, and you leaned your head down just a bit to steal a soft kiss.

you smiled against his lips, fingers carding gently through his damp green hair—for the first time in months you finally felt at home, and already, you dreaded having to part ways with him again. even if you knew it was for the greater good.

you pulled away too soon for your liking, but you could feel even in the way his lips moved against yours how exhausted he was and you didn’t want to keep him up any longer after having already disturbed him.

“i’ll fetch qiqi before it gets too dark,” you said quietly, pulling him back to lay against you, and he let out another hum of agreement, eyes sliding shut. “sleep, i’ll wake you before i go.”

[starspilli]

morning kori. she’s lovingly watching dick burn the shit out of her pancakes

[opikiquu]

[harrywavycurly]

I just know it’s gonna really hit me the moment one of the boys says something and then I’m gonna lose it.

[dooanuh]

normal things that happen on their weekly grocery run

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[drenched-in-sunlight]

family tea party.

(in my mind, Radagon is the pure Order with no kindness half, and he always yearns to converge with Marika + be on equal footing with her, so in my drawing he’ll always be kinda nuts)

[kensatou]

forget the horrors and think about this baby achieving everything he wanted and more (first goal, 2005 vs 600th goal, 2024)

[ghostpunkrock]

when you ask him directly he says no but later he'll tell you one anyway.... real fucked up

[meltedmush]

This is definitely the largest bulk post I’ve ever done,,,,

[caspergs]

every time someone famous is outed as being a shitty person theres people going “this is why you shouldn’t idolize celebrities,” “why are you sad that a bad person is being exposed as a bad person,” like PLEASE just let people be upset that someone they liked sucks

[ohbuggy]

Sobbing,,, that lore drop was something huh?

[chickenchirps27]

AHH YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE??? OH MY GOD PLEASE HAVE THESE DOODLES 🥹

I DIDN’T THINK PPL WOULD BE INTERESTED IN MY ART MUCH BUT YOU GUYS PROVED ME WRONG!

I’m so grateful to have met such wonderful people and I’ve reread every kind comment at least 3 times. I am in a privileged position, and I promise to try my best to make everyone’s days a little better with these silly characters.

[greywoe]

child ward in search of belonging indulges in juvenile fantasies as a coping mechanism. sad!