#kae wants spoiled

[alittlemxchievous]

✨✨✨ It's pretty much already a rule in my head, but I think I might need to make it official that I have to wear or use anything that's bought from my wishlist. That means no matter the size or intensity of toys or however degrading the clothes or anything else, I have to use them. I also guarantee personalized photos for the person who bought them.✨✨✨

Terfs,Swerfs, Minors, Chasers, and sissy blogs dni

[dutybcrne]

Thinkings thinkings of Fatui!Kaeya have been reawakened in reviewing Arle's teasers/animations

[celestianstar]

i miss my friends (theyre all offline)

[eluxcastar]

Number 13 and 14 with Arlecchino

Arlecchino being comforted by her s/o

── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: arlecchino comfort drabbles yesyes

୨୧﹑genre :: sort of fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, possibly ooc because it was written pre fontaine quest, not very proofread, arlecchino is implied to have issues with self-image/perception

୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met." "I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."

IT'S HERE you guys always spoil me 13 is my favourite prompt and you are the first of two to request it. completely unrelated but this is so familiar to what Kae said a few days ago (months now omg 😭) when we were talking about One of Repetition and it fits those two so well 😭❤️

to the anon who requested furina it'll take me a minute to figure out how to write her because I haven't played the archon quest but I'll watch some cutscenes and do my best for you

I'll also be using this because I got it in the middle of writing this and thought it fit the idea I had going super well 🙏 that makes three Arlecchino requests with prompt 13 😭 also second anon you're fine dw you guys are free to do with your requests with these prompts as you like, mix them together, add extra descriptions and rambles it makes it more fun 👍 thank you btw 😭❤ feel free to give yourself a name for future requests if you want ❤️ I love having new anons

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It is not often that Arlecchino shows her doubt, maintaining that half-pleasant façade to hide it all. If all people see is a ruthless woman with no regard for loyalty, then the details don't matter. There's no need to question, no need to dwell. She is one thing and nothing more, and she much prefers for nobody to notice the hesitancy in her drastic decisions, the thin-veiled regret as she watches the children she witnessed grow up go on to become valiant children of the Tsaritsa.

If there is anything more, it is disregarded as her unpredictability. She is a roach in the eyes of others, and perhaps she's ok with that…mostly.

To hear someone say "I love you" is strange to her, though it shouldn't be by now.

It shouldn't be unusual to wake up tangled in the sheets with you by her side or the struggle it ends up being to leave that mess as you try to convince her to spend five more minutes with you. It shouldn't be odd to discover that you've gone ahead and made her tea in anticipation of the time she will wake up or to have you remind her every morning that you hung her coat up to dry after she dumped it over the back of a chair the night before or to see you wandering around going about your own job.

But those events all feel surreal to her, even though she has watched you walk your patrol path a thousand times now, and she has seen you slack off where she sits by the window of Zapolyarny when you think nobody is looking.

You are very real, there's no doubt about that.

The things you do never click with her, however.

Perhaps you are real, but she made up these fantasies after watching you loiter by that one spot in the garden a little too long.

Yet every evening, you meet her in her office after you're officially let off for the day, and you usually bring snacks. You are most definitely there, then, as she watches you struggle to get through the door without damaging whatever you found for her to try, usually only small, a pastry you managed to get that you absolutely mustn't knock from your hands.

"I tried to get something that wouldn't make a big mess all over your stuff," you usually say, sometimes hacking on a 6guilty little "But~ these just looked so good…" to try and excuse you for bringing something that would cover her desk in crumbs.

Arlecchino doesn't mind because you went to the trouble of getting her something.

She got you a special chair to pull up and everything, and anyone else who uses it can deal with the death glare they get or find a different one.

But perhaps she made that up too, conjuring the image of someone fumbling their way through her office door to greet her with a smile, sometimes with jam on your mouth from taste-testing the gifts that she'll point out to you that you hurriedly wipe on your sleeve and pretend it was never there.

Maybe she put that chair there for nothing, and it never really moves, and each time she thinks this, she is sure this fantasy will all disappear.

However, every evening, without fail, as the sun begins to set out the window and the room is dyed an orange hue, the door opens, and there you are again. Delusions can't possibly be that persistent, and you would've scowled at her when she approached you in the hallways if you weren't aware of this relationship.

So it must be real, which she's well and truly aware of. There must be a person out there who sees what she cannot, someone who, by some miracle, manages to see past the things that block out all of the good. How can a person see anything but someone unworthy of their love?

What else is there to see? 

The idea of a person who deserves to be loved beneath bloodshed has become unthinkable.

For a person who has been exposed to Arlecchino's worst sins, who has seen everything, and whose worst offence in life is a little laziness on the job, how is it possible to look at her and smile?

Arlecchino often wonders as she watches you. She how you go through your routine of placing your things down, whether on the desk or beside them, then all too happily mosey on off to get your chair and drag it over to sit across from her. She doesn't know why it's this particular day that she asks. Perhaps the fact it was weighing on her mind after a recent mission had her list of redeeming qualities shrinking further and further. It is in her job description, and there are plenty of worse people in this world.

But do you deserve to be stuck with one of them?

"Did you ever feel pressured into accepting my feelings for you?" Arlecchino asks the question so suddenly as you're halfway through walking back with your chair that she sees the exact point you register what she said, freezing in place from the shock. "Whether through status or power," she adds.

You blink a few times before all the motion in your world resumes to greet you with the image of her staring you down from the other side of her desk, patient and waiting for your response. "Sorry?" You let the chair go to return alone to her, standing in the place where you always put it. "I don't, uh…follow? I'm sorry, I just— I'm not sure what you mean?"

She hesitates, momentarily glancing down before her age returns to you and your uncharacteristic expression riddled with worry. She must've made you upset again.

"You want to be in this relationship? With me, that is…" Arlecchino struggles to think of the words, saying them as soon as they appear in her mind. "Even though you know the kind of person I am, you still want that?" 

She studies your face as carefully as she can, watching the way you react as you absorb everything you just heard and assumedly try to put a response together in your head. Arlecchino has noticed before how you take longer to speak than her sometimes, but it tends to make everything you say more thought out, though you may end it like you're unsure.

"Well, I mean…if I didn't, wouldn't I just—" you pause for only a second— "break up with you?" There's silence after you finish. She doesn't say or do anything. To Arlecchino, that strangely almost makes sense, but you must be far too bold to admit that to a Harbinger. "It's not that I want to! I'm a little--…well, I think I'm just a little bit confused where that's coming from."

"I was thinking about it." You frown when she admits that. "Some of the things you have seen of me are…" Is there even a word to encompass that? "unbecoming of a lover."

Is that the right way to phrase it?

Again, you pause, and the telltale signs of consideration cross your face. An intense focus that barely lasts, and Arlecchino waits through it all to allow you your chance to answer, intent on allowing you that much. A few seconds more, and your features relax, looking back at Arlecchino with a tender gaze. "There's not really one 'right way', is there?" Your question, though rhetorical, strikes a chord with the many impulsive responses that flood her mind, all of which she keeps to herself. "You just kind of...try your best. Things might work out, or maybe they don't— the point is that you mean well and put in the work."

"That's not enough," she argues, "you deserve better."

"I deserve what I want." Your rebuttal makes sense in theory, but what do you want? She struggles to make sense of that part, the answer muddled by all of her thoughts and lost in her doubts. 

You could ask anything of her, and she would do it. Any material possession, every feeling, more love than you know what to do with in any form you desire—physical, emotional, intimate—and yet you never do. You accept her awkward hugs, that it takes her time to relax when you lay your head on her chest, the fact she sometimes snores, that her clothes may very well be covered in bloodstains when she comes home depending on uncontrollable circumstances.

You never ask for the things she has plenty of power to give you in return for those flaws.

She shakes her head, "but surely you want more."

"I don't."

"There is a lot wrong that you deserve compensation for." 

Arlecchino clenches the pen in her hand tightly, feeling the slight distress of pressure around it. She can't articulate what, not in the way she understands it; flaws is too broad of a term to use. You would instantly know and understand what she meant in a perfect world, but the world is not so generous.

"Like what?" you question. You feel that it’s obvious that nothing Arlecchino will struggle to say will shake you. She opens her mouth, prepared to refute it, headstrong and frankly stubborn as ever, but nothing comes out.

There is silence for a moment, and no one rebuts what you say. Nobody can. The only other person in the room fights with herself to yield and give in to your unwavering loyalty. In your mind, she is everything you want. There is nothing else you can ask of her than to simply accept that you wish to remain with her if only she will allow you to through her own emotional turmoil.

"Are you listening to what I’m saying?" you ask, frown creeping back onto your face as it tugs the corner of your lips down, seemingly against your will, "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."

Another chord is struck, her heart beating so loud it thrums in her ears like suddenly becoming aware it’s been threatening to beat out of her chest the entire conversation. She breathes, shaky and caught up in her own surprise. Somehow, she didn’t expect you to be so sweet in your words or throw her off guard so abruptly. She finds it hard to believe them. Arlecchino’s worries haven’t disappeared, only dwindled. It helps, if not completely. There is a reprieve in listening to you.

You have seen the worst of her, every crease she hasn’t ironed out, her sometimes rotten personality, her stained clothes, the weapons she cleans in your home. You have seen her walk to greet you covered in blood and gore from a savage fight, kneel before you and hold your hand with the same hands she uses to kill vagrants and petty criminals, kiss your skin with those lips that spill the vilest of curses against her enemies.

Before she realises what she’s saying, she blurts out a question, "Do you really believe that?" 

It is quiet, reminiscent of how gently you looked at her earlier as her voice barely breaks a whisper, and she can’t bring herself to break eye contact with you once she finds the courage to make it.

"I do." 

You smile at her, hoping she will smile back. A faint smile graces Arlecchino’s lips, ever the handsome picture. Her sincerity is comforting after such a scare. You still worry, and perhaps you will never stop with the way her mind likes to trick her. How long had she thought you secretly looked at her with disgust this time? You fear you won’t have an answer again, though you desperately wish for one. As much as you notice her awkwardness, dismissing some of it and observing other parts with more scrutiny, it is hard to make her talk to you at times.

"Thank you." It is all Arlecchino can think to say in response as she forgets what else she was going to challenge you on. It will return eventually, and she will face it again, but for now, it settles. Arlecchino can reasonably bury her doubt for a time.

"Can we keep talking?" you ask. 

"About anything," she confirms with a nod.

You turn away, walking across the room in pursuit of retrieving your chair from its designated spot by the wall. You pull it along, dragging it over the floor, and set it down across from her on the other side of the desk you’ve been talking across. Your seat welcomes you as it always does as you settle into place, now comfortably at eye level with her.

"In that case," you begin, taking the pen she holds and wriggling it from her hands. She relinquishes it without much of a fight, allowing you to place it off to the side out of the way. "I’m going to ask you how you are, and I would like you to answer me honestly."

"Anything for you, my love."

[yandere-sins]

Helloo i broke my finger yesterday and i was wondering if you could do yan!genshin (Kaeya and rest up to you :)) ) reacting to their darling also having a broken hand. Have a great week and make sure to drink something byee :)

I hope you have a quick recovery! >-< Thank you for your request, I mixed some comfort in for you ^-^

a/n: YO, I SWEAR I READ THE REQUEST but I only now realized after finishing it you wanted reactions from multiple people. Sorry, I saw Kaeya and was instantly like, “Ah, yup, now I’ve got an idea for that guy!” and then only wrote him, I’m so sorry ;;

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Everything could have been so perfect if not for the outbursts.

Sometimes it was him, sometimes it was you. Yours hardly counted as violent even though you tried to hit him with fists that were soft like pats and scratch him with nails as short as he could possibly trim them. The only things that really hurt him were your words, and even those he could choose to ignore or brush off as emotions put into sounds, nothing more, nothing less. As much as he loved hearing you talk, Kaeya never wanted to consider the poison-dripping, gut-wrenching insults you threw at him as something you really meant. So he pretended not to listen, chuckling even when it felt like you were stabbing daggers in his heart. Your relationship was special. So special, in fact, that he'd allow you to be a little toxic to him, enduring your harsher treatments of his feelings with the patience of a saint.

What he could not ignore was his name falling off your lips for the first time in months.

Just moments ago, he had dismissed the tantrum you were throwing, wooden floors creaking, and amenities squeaking as you pushed, rattled, and shoved things around in your way while he unpacked groceries for you to snack on and for dinner later. You needed to put out your energy somehow, especially when he wasn't as responsive as you'd like him to be. Luckily, everything was solid wood, not easily bothered by you either. One day, your anger would subside, Kaeya was sure. Then he'd buy you prettier things to make up for settling you into such an ungainly room, spoil you with all the finer things in life, for you to enjoy blissful days in your shared apartment.

But, alas, there was a prize to pay for the precaution he took.

"Kaeya..." you whimpered, his movements stilling as he straightened his back. The ruckus behind him had finally quieted down after one last loud bang, and a few seconds passed before you uttered his name in what he could only assume must have been desperation for him to acknowledge you. Though when he whipped around, happy to give you his attention if you asked so sweetly, his eye flew wide open as he fixated on your form, sunken to the floor into a pitiful puddle, cradling your arm against your chest. It made him realize in shock that it wasn't the need to have his attention that made you call out. It was pain.

"Kaeya, it hurts," you sobbed, tears brimming your eyes, body shaking. Your vision must have been so blurry, you could barely focus on his face. And even worse, the pain must have been unbearable, for it made you unsteady and light-headed, your body rocking back and forth, barely holding on to your conscience. You were too calm for what he was seeing, and Kaeya pushed away from the kitchen counter, striding over in two big steps just in time to catch you from falling over.

His heart plummeted at the sight of your wrist, the joint bent unnaturally, a big lump forming as it swelled too fast for just a bruise. The sound of something banging into another hadn't been you merely rearranging the decor again roughly. It must have been your arm hitting an edge your bones couldn't withstand, and guilt crept up Kaeya's spine as he realized it was because of that solid wood he thought was a good idea to purchase. All he ever did was for your benefit.

A promise to protect you, love, and care for you in a way that Kaeya saw fit.

"Fuck, Baby... Hey, talk to me!" Kaeya winced as he pushed your head over to face him, trying to read the unfamiliar look in your eyes, glazed over in what must have been shock. "It hurts," you whispered so softly, losing your grip on reality. Then suddenly, in one blink, everything changed, the shock releasing in a choked but shattering scream as you jerked forward, huddling over your arm as the pain overcame you.

Kaeya fumbled to hold you back, pull the broken wrist out of your clutches to keep it from being agitated, but you were struggling against him, completely lost in the anguish of your wound. "It hurts!" you reiterated, sobbing. This time the words burst out louder, breaking Kaeya's heart as he heard you scream and hyperventilate, the air seemingly unwilling to reach your lungs.

"I know! I know..." Kaeya panicked, grabbing you by your shoulders to pull you back against him. You screamed as he snatched your wrist, moving you too quickly for the agitated fracture that caused you even more pain. The sound pierced his ears, but it hurt his heart more than his brain, his panic so unfamiliar as he lost grip on what to do. Even after all you two had been through—the bites, the bruises, the rough handling—you never actually suffered an injury before, and Kaeya was lost on how to treat it. "I know, Baby! Hang in there, I can help you, I can--"

The panic in his voice had no chance of ringing out as you threw yourself forward, crying and sobbing loudly, trying to alleviate your pain somehow by following wherever the broken wrist went, shielding and elevating it at the same time. There was no pattern in your actions other than unpredictably trying to stop hurting, and it was impossible for Kaeya to follow you without it hurting more. He felt his chest constrict, listening to your pain, feeling you fight him for the relief he wanted to give you but apparently couldn't. He promised to take care of you no matter how much you hated him or how much you struggled against his love. But what was he supposed to do? He wanted to help, but how? How could he help you?

Had his hands ever done anything else but hurt you?

Kaeya couldn't remember the last time he touched you without you jerking away. Without you shivering or crying or even just leaning into his touch like a real couple would. Neither could he comfort nor ease your mind with it now either. It was a strange moment of clarity in the panicked mess of your screams. There were very few things he was helpless about, but he never knew that it wasn't just your charm he was powerless against but also your pain that he couldn't alleviate. Watching the tears drip from your chin, cries rip your throat apart, and your body helplessly flailing in pain made him feel so fucking helpless. Like there was nothing in the world, he could do for you.

Even when he brought you pain before, it hadn't been one he couldn't rectify in the end. But now, an accident that was barely his fault was something he had no way of handling. Especially not with you refusing to give up your wrist to him. What should he do? Why was there nothing that could have prepared him for this? How did one even heal a fracture when the patient was the person he loved the most in this godforsaken world? The only good thing in his life! The one person he needed more than anything else!

He knew he couldn't. One broken bone and watching your pain, and Kaeya had finally met his match. His undoing.

Activating his vision, he could feel his body cool off against yours. Your skin was like searing flames licking at his, but he could only hope you'd come to your senses enough to realize he did it for you. It was the only way to share your pain in the slightest bit, though it wasn't even close to what you must have been feeling. For once, he hated touching you, but when he finally had you stabilized, he gripped your wrist, stealing it from your care. You howled in pain at his hands wrapped around the broken bone, and Kaeya amplified the cold in his hand as the swelling was hotter than what the human body should be, barely able to be subdued.

"Stop!" you screamed, pounding and twisting your healthy knuckles into his chest. Seeing you act normal now was almost adorable, but he couldn't take time away from your healing just to please his own twisted desires. Kaeya struggled to wrap his arm holding your hand around you, and weave the other one under your legs. "You're hurting me! Kaeya! Stop! Please!"

Your words were barely audible in the back of his mind, even though your pleas and cries tugged at his heartstrings. His only thought was helping you somehow—no matter what. You were hurting, and he couldn't stand it. Kaeya needed to fix this somehow. Quickly. He promised to fix your problems, and he would do what needed to be done. His muscles were reliable, even though his head was all over the place, lifting you from the ground and carrying you over to the door. "Fuck," he cursed, angry at himself for triple locking the shabby entrance, unlocking not fast enough for his liking.

Everything—setting you down on your feet and pressing you against him while you whimpered and cried as he fumbled with the locks before yanking the door open, to picking you up again and running down the stairs and out of the front door, flying down the street to the nearest doctor—happened in such a blur, his thoughts unable to keep up with his body acting on its own. It was instinct. The most beloved person in his life was hurt, and he needed to help you.

He barely realized what he had done before he gave you out of his hands, a doctor rushing to you as if you were bleeding out instead of having fractured your hand. You had even calmed down a little, even though the tears were still flowing. It was all the same to Kaeya, who couldn't catch his breath, panic paralyzing his whole body, making him light-headed. All he could do was step back slowly until his back hit a wall he could lean on, his eye only on you, even when the doctor took care of the fracture.

A mad giggle slowly poured out of him as he watched you yip and cry while the doc prodded, asking how this happened, where, when, and why. You looked up at Kaeya, standing farther away than ever, watching the drama unfold as your perfect, lovely lips parted, revealing everything that happened to you, stumbling over your words while he sank to the ground, laughing, as the perfect life he had planned for you two came crashing down.

There you were, ruining months of planning, hiding, sweeping things under the rock, and all he felt was relief.

Because you were safe. Someone who knew what he was doing was taking care of you. You stopped crying frantically, too busy telling your tale of captivity—exposing Kaeya to every ear that could listen. He loved you. He loved you so much. Your pain became his pain, your shock his shock. Your panic was his panic, leading him to finally let you go just so you could heal. And it was a relief to see you getting better, at least a little bit.

"They must have hit their head," Kaeya said, smiling at you from across the room as two young knights came to take him away for questioning. After witnessing your story, someone must have called the Knights of Favonious, but only Kaeya and you knew it wasn't true. That all he ever did was love you. Glancing at your hand wrapped in bandages, he didn't really feel how the lower-ranking knights cuffed him. Kaeya was just happy he could help in the end. Frantically and thoughtlessly, but he did it. Seeing you settle in your bed, eyes puffy but finally dry after crying so many tears of pain, all he felt was adoration for you, for being strong enough to get through this.

When it mattered the most, you had called his name, relied on him, and he helped you.

"I'll come and pick you up later," he promised, making a step forward with the need to kiss your forehead, reassuring you that everything would be okay.

Maybe he needed to reassure himself.

But the knights held him back, pulling him towards the doorway even though his gaze was stuck on you until the last second. You watched as they took him away, hoping he'd receive the punishment he deserved. But he promised you he'd be back.

And Kaeya always kept his promises.

[zorosdimples]

kae!!! omg i just now realise that we've been mOOTS THIS ENTIRE TIME >!?!> hello 🥺 happy may!! i am coming in here with some pretty flowers and tea and coffee ☕️🍵 🌼🌸 would you like to be friends 🥺

(and what emoji for your tag would you want!! omg)

hi sweet sel!!!! yes, we have heheh <3 i will gladly accept your coffee, flower, and friendship offerings—i feel so spoiled 💞

as for an emoji tag… can it be any emoji? the dove is one of my faves, if that works! 🕊️

[ntzsche9]

Find the Vibe: But I don't want to

Opened the tag from @justnerdy15 for myself, mostly as an excuse to post this atypical bit of fluff that I really enjoyed writing and that has absolutely no purpose for anything, anywhere.

These are side characters from Bad Blood, but it's years before that story takes place, around the time they first decide to adopt Lafayette into their family.

Dave didn't have his knack for knowing when he was being watched, so it took a while for Gabe to catch his eye, using the straight razor to glint light in his direction. Dave squinted against the late morning sun as he looked to the top of the guard tower, and grinned back at him. Gabe bid him to come up with a curl of his finger and a backward toss of his head. Dave shook his head with a guilty expression and tilted his head down the street. General Garvey had pulled Dave aside after they had made too much noise the last time he had visited Gabe in the tower, admonishing him for compromising security like that. Gabe couldn't have given a fuck less about Garvey. Come! Up! He waved in jerkier hand motions. No! I'm still doing laundry. Dave replied in an exasperated gesture to wet the clothes. Gabe pointed at Dave and used the razor to mime shaving. Dave waved him off. You have a neck beard, Gabe told him by pointing at him, then petting his own throat and making a cartoonishly disgusted face. He saw Dave laugh but didn't quite hear him, but the self-conscious rub at the edge of his beard meant he was wearing him down. It was another thing their brief stint living in a vault had spoiled them with, and even though they had a barber in town now, they both preferred the tender ritual of grooming each other. They were even pretty decent at it now. Okay, okay, but I'm gonna finish this, Dave mimed, hands patting the air, then gesturing to the clothes, and turned to hang the next pair of socks. In a quick snap, the rifle on Gabe's back was suddenly in his hands, and he eyed down his scope at Dave. Dave jerked upright, dropping the socks when he put his arms up in dramatic surrender. Gabe held up a finger and pointed it sharply to the ground beside him, the gun not moving.  Dave's palms turned back, making fists with his middle fingers up. But he was grinning and already walking toward the tower, stopping only to wrestle his shoes back on. Dave did a pretty great job of getting around these days, and the three flights of stairs around the trunk of the large tree the guard tower was built into weren't a problem. But a vertical ascent up a ladder was a bit undignified, his prosthetic leg not flexible enough to get his knee up very high, leaving him to take one rung at a time. "Whew!" He exclaimed as he finally pulled himself up through the hatch door, a bit out of breath. "What, are you bored up here?" "Nah," Gabe smiled, leaning back against the rail.  His rifle was propped nearby, and the panorama around him was bright and cheery. Dave slowly spun to appreciate it all. "Your treehouse has a great view today." "Sit down, neckbeard," Gabe said and kicked a chair toward him. Dave happily obliged, plopping into the seat. Gabe stood behind him, running his fingers through slightly sweaty hair as Dave tilted his head back against his chest. They smiled at each other affectionately. "And you need a haircut."

Tag: @kae-luna, @elbritch-kit, @eldritch-flower, @winterandwords, @digital-chance, @deanwax

Lmk if anyone wants me to post what happens next (Dave gets triggered by a really annoying song and has a massive PTSD episode of that one time where he got his leg eaten by cannibals.)

[alittlemxchievous]

Alright. Based on the responses from the poll, I'm going to give this rule a trial run

✨✨✨ Any toys, clothing, or similar items can be submitted as a post or sent through my asks and I must add it to my wishlist. Full rules bellow. ✨✨✨

I will not add anything that makes me feel unsafe, misgenders me, or crosses any boundaries that I have already stated in my pin. I will just delete anything that does this and move on.

[abyssah]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞;  determination to follow one's path ; fighting fire with fire ; vows and promises kept ; the weight of grief and guilt and growing from it ; the loss of one's home ; enigma and mystery ; and moving on from the past.

𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨: knghted

rules are below the readmore, until i have the time and energy to make mr luocha here a carrd of his very own. thank you for taking the time to look them over!

my name is rhys, they/them.

pinned edits, dividers & icon border done by knghted ( spoiling my ass fr )

i can also be found at: nihilara , destisea , and seabunnieart

just for starters, my activity is extremely slow, and i am 100% selective and picky about who i write with. just due to the fact my attention is quite unpredictable, and i do work a full time job which really wears me out.

if i dont follow you right away, or at all please dont take it personally. i like to keep my dash clear and not too cluttered.

if you write or interact with saccharot ( kae ), do not follow me or block me or whatever. likewise, if you write with kiingsroar ( dia ) or any of their other blogs, i ask you do much the same. i'd be more than happy to explain what happened and why i'm uncomfortable with these users. but please, i don't want them on my dash.

if you want to ship? tell me. i will never assume, or default to shipping with people. of course i practice the same, and like to make it very clear i want to explore a particular dynamic. if things wont work then that's fine! but i need clarity when it comes to stuff like that. i really go 0 - 100 on shipping, and LOVE development, and plotting.

that said, i do not ship things just because they're popular. i seek legitimate chemistry and development when i'm shipping things. do not ever assume i'm going to enjoy a pairing just because it's a fandom favorite.

pleeeeaaaaaaaase. PLEASE... TAG REALISTIC SPIDERS.

please, i don't obsessively hover on dash or deep dive on people. i roleplay as a hobby, and rarely prioritize being here. if someone i interact with is GENUINELY an issue, or has done something problematic and troubling- chances are i very likely do not know. or haven't heard about it, because i really only come on tumblr to rp and post art. i am okay with being corrected, or told these things. but do not spark drama, accuse me of things im not aware of, or assume i am okay with it.

[x-heesy]

We won’t return to normality, because normality was the problem 🖕🏽

𝗣𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝝠 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛 / 𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝝠 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗣 / 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗞 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 / 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝝝𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 / 𝗖𝗛𝝝𝝝𝗦𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗬 / 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝝠 𝗖𝝝𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 / 𝗡𝝝𝗧𝗘 𝗧𝝝 𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 / 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝝠𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝝝𝝠𝗗 /𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗕𝗜𝗚𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 / 𝗠𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗗𝝝 / 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝝝𝗩𝗘 / 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 & 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 / 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘 / 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗟 / 𝗩𝗘𝗧𝝝 / 𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗣𝗘𝝝𝗣𝗟𝗘 / 𝗛𝝝𝝝𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝝝𝝝𝗗𝗬 / 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗠𝝝𝝝𝗗 𝗕𝝝𝝠𝗥𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗦𝝠��𝗗𝗦𝝝𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗛𝝝𝗟𝗘𝗦 / 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨, 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗡 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 / 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 ​/ 𝗡𝝝 𝗚𝝝𝗗𝗦 𝗡𝝝 𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 / 𝗣𝗥𝝝 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗠𝗙𝗭 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗦𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗠 / 𝗜 𝗗𝝝𝗡’𝗧 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝝠 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 / 𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗬𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥𝗭 𝗡𝝝𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗟(𝗟) 𝗖𝗨𝗠 / 𝗙𝝝𝝝𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝝠𝗥𝝝𝗨𝗡𝗗 / 𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗣𝗘𝝝𝗣𝗟𝗘 / 𝗧𝝝 𝝠𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗟𝗨𝗩𝝠𝗭

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Europe is lost, America lost, London lost

Still we are clamouring victory

All that is meaningless rules

We have learned nothing from history

The people are dead in their lifetimes

Dazed in the shine of the streets

But look how the traffic's still moving

System's too slick to stop working

Business is good, and there's bands every night in the pubs

And there's two for one drinks in the clubs

And we scrubbed up well

Washed off the work and the stress

And now all we want's some excess

Better yet, a night to remember that we'll soon forget

All of the blood that was bled for these cities to grow

All of the bodies that fell

The roots that were dug from the earth

So these games could be played

I see it tonight in the stains on my hands

The buildings are screaming

I can't ask for help though, nobody knows me

Hostile, worried, lonely

We move in our packs and these are the rights we were born to

Working and working so we can be all that we want

Then dancing the drudgery off

But even the drugs have got boring

Well, sex is still good when you get it

To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach

To each a dream, don't weep, don't scream

Just keep it in, keep sleeping in

What am I gonna do to wake up?

I feel the cost of it pushing my body

Like I push my hands into pockets

And softly I walk and I see it, this is all we deserve

The wrongs of our past have resurfaced

Despite all we did to vanquish the traces

My very language is tainted

With all that we stole to replace it with this

I am quiet

Feeling the onset of riot

Riots are tiny, though

Systems are huge

Traffic keeps moving, proving there's nothing to do

'Cause it's big business, baby, and its smile is hideous

Top down violence, and structural viciousness

Your kids are dosed up on medical sedatives

But don't worry 'bout that, man, worry 'bout terrorists

The water level's rising! The water level's rising!

The animals, the elephants, the polarbears are dying!

Stop crying, start buying, but what about the oil spill?

Shh, no one likes a party pooping spoil sport

Massacres, massacres, massacres, new shoes

Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight

By those employed to protect them

Live porn streamed to your pre-teens' bedrooms

Glass ceiling, no headroom

Half a generation live beneath the breadline

Oh, but it's happy hour on the high street

Friday night at last lads, my treat!

All went fine 'til that kid got glassed in the last bar

Place went nuts, you can ask our Lou

It was madness, road ran red, pure claret

And about them immigrants? I can't stand them

Mostly, I mind my own business

They're only coming over here to get rich, it's a sickness

England! England! Patriotism!

And you wonder why kids want to die for religion?

It goes work all your life for a pittance

Maybe you'll make it to manager, pray for a raise

Cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar

The anarchists are desperate for something to smash

Scandalous pictures of fashionable rappers

In glamourous magazines, who's dating who?

Politico cash in an envelope

Caught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic tits

Now it's back to the House of Lords with slapped wrists

They abduct kids who fuck the heads of dead pigs

But him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs

Jail him, he's the criminal

Jail him, he's the criminal

It's the bored-of-it-all generation

The product of product placement and manipulation

Shoot 'em up, brutal, duty of care

Come on, new shoes, beautiful hair, bullshit

Saccharine ballads and selfies and selfies and selfies

And here's me outside the palace of me

Construct a self and psyhcosis

Meanwhile the people were dead in their droves

And no, nobody noticed, well, some of them noticed

You could tell by the emoji they posted

Sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes

The lights are so nice and bright and let's dream

But some of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream

What am I gonna do to wake up?

We are lost, we are lost, we are lost

And still nothing will stop, nothing pauses

We have ambitions and friendships and our courtships to think of

Divorces to drink off the thought of

The money, the money, the oil

The planet is shaking and spoiled

And life is a plaything

A garment to soil

The toil, the toil

I can't see an ending at all

Only the end

How is this something to cherish?

When the tribesmen are dead in their deserts

To make room for alien structures

Develop, develop

And kill what you find if it threatens you

No trace of love in the hunt for the bigger buck

Here in the land where nobody gives a fuck

Soundtrack: Europe Is Lost by Kae Tempest

[delusionisaplace]

𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙏𝙖𝙜 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 # 2

thanks for the tag @kae-luna :) i’m gonna try to get through this without spoiling too much 😭

WIP: Lovers to Strangers

Flower

The radiant light of the summer sun beamed. The vibrant flowers, caught in a gentle breeze, swayed and danced to the song of nature: birds warbled and the bees hummed as the whistle of the wind kited through the air, the sounds blending together in a beautiful harmony. The two sat, sheltered under a lush, dark green canopy of shade. They breathed in the hot, earthy aroma of the summer air, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. The only noises that punctured the silence between them were the rhythmic scratches of Kaiyo's pencil against paper and the soft rustling as Ryoji turned the pages of his book—it was a perfect moment, one that Ryoji wanted to remain in forever.

Light

The soft light from the nearby window kissed Ryoji’s porcelain skin, contrasting with his dark hair that fell effortlessly around his face. Every line and angle of Ryoji’s profile seemed meticulously sculpted, creating an intimidating air of godly beauty.

Death

The voices of his peers and the blaring sirens blended into an indistinguishable cacophony, as Ryoji’s resolve solidified. He vowed to bury the memories and emotions tied to YoYo, convinced that letting go was the only way to survive the pain. But deep down, he couldn’t shake the heart-wrenching realization that a piece of his soul had been torn away, leaving an emptiness that nothing could fill—it felt as though a part of him died that day.

(not exactly the word, but it’s pretty close)

Shadow

As Kaiyo listened to those words, his gentle expression dissolved, discomfort etching lines across his face, anguish casting a somber shadow over his eyes—his inner turmoil was heavy and palpable.

gently tagging: @fleurtygurl @athenswrites @sithbelle @moondust-bard @stesierra @worldsfromhoney and open tag :))

your words are water, darkness, tone, and believe

[raylazuko]

Can’t have a convoluted AU without pages of family trees

Spoilers I guess for the fic I already wrote and some stuff I’m going to write but idc I haven’t got off my butt yet.

This is literally a HEADCANON a sort of AU semi canon compliant but less and less so as it goes on it’s set in actual Teyvat just like alternate history I guess lol. More stuff the games haven’t explained but as it explains it it’ll be less and less accurate.

Please don’t attack me this is just fanfic if you don’t like don’t read

I’m on AO3 RiahWrites02. It’s broken pieces series and I’m planning a sequel to the one I wrote where all this info will be relavent certain parts of the first story are spoiled as well as stuff I’m planning this is more for me than anything

Probably zoom in a lot to read anyway

Xena’s is the least complex. She’s an OC who’s from Sumeru and an ermetie. Naya’s mom worked for the abyss order but then was a double agent. Her dad is a deadbeat so Xena’s family took her in. Adopted (?) is there because it ends up being weird plus they don’t really have words for that in her culture. Then xena’s family was killed by Fatui and she Naya and Azer her bf fights them. Then in the first fic her bf gets killed by a dellusion in mond (more details) but she ends up joining Diluc’s organization. Naya finds her mom on a mission to “Khaenri’ah” (basically underground abyss order fortress that Aether and Albina (I’ll get to her in a second) wanna convince people is still Khaenri’ah and lots of messed up stuff happens although the people are descended from old Khaenri’ah and most of the original generaton that was cursed would still be alive but is missing. Newer generations have a normal lifespan. Anyway Naya finds her mom and stays in Sumeru and Xena stays in mOnd

Lena’s is straightforward but more death so basically the Fatui killed Lena’s sister Lisel and her husband and kids and the brother Ernst is missing. Lena actually knows Elde who was besties friends with Liesel and worked with Crepus in some sort of underground anti Fatui thing. Basically liesel took the intellegence because it was going to someone but she didn’t think they’d come for her family. Lena sort of blames Crepus for some reason even tho Lisesel volunteered to keep the notes that Crepus wrote but Lena won’t accept that. She works with Diluc they have an org together but she slowly loses her mind and turns against everyone as you’ll see because the whole thing is a huge tragic mess. Their organization has its own code and she breaks it and goes on her own.

Diluc’a is fun because him and Eula are sorta cousins haha. I figured it would be like that. Basically Kiana married Leon but he was awful and left her and she was poisoned by the Fatui and knew she was gonna die so she gave up Elde to a Snezhenayan orphanage. Crepus knows about Elde but doesn’t tell Diluc and Kae (Elde is like 5 years older than Diluc, she’s Liesel’s age, who is older than Lena). Basically Kiana didn’t trust Emiline (Crepus wife, no she isn’t Emilie I made the name before Emilie was released. Also Lena is prounounced LEH-nuh not Lee-nuh because there’s another character named Alina later. So Emiline hated her mundane life in Fontaine and her sister Annika was kind of an ass but Emiline started playing around with witchcraft and Anikka didn’t like that and they basically disowned her but she accidentally cursed herself and Annika. She wanted 3 kids 2 boys and a girl but the more kids she had the more it would make her sick basically because of the curse so she died when diluc was around 4 and he didn’t know anything about her but actually she is trapped somewhere basically purgatory and Annika is alive but trapped in some sort of realm where she doesn’t know the passage of time. Only someone powerful like Kaeya can communicate with the half dead like that basically it’s a long story. Oh also Crepus went a little crazy trying to find a way to get to the purgatory where Emiline is and free hee but he never told the kids and he also realized Fatui devices wouldn’t help but he carried it anyway because he was afraid of something else happening to his kids and he didn’t have a vision which led to what happened with btw Columbina(!) she’s a real menace. Likes to throw in everyone face saying he was an idiot and got himself killed. Also Dottore wants to experiment on Kaeya’s kid half brother but eh. So Crepus Elde Liesel and two other people had this group to severely bring down the Fatui but Elde was like 12 when he came and he and Liesel were besties. Crepus offered her a place to stay but she refused because she said she wasn’t going anywhere without Liesel and the two ran away together then Elde built a house in the middle of the snow and just hid there for years after the others died or disappeared lmao she is a hardass. She can also nonchalantly wield delusions lol

Kaeya’s is a whole ass mess, it’s so bad lmao. So there’s these two very prestigious noble families the Ahlstrohms and Alberichs. Basically one of the Alhstrohm girls married Clothar’s father and they had kids together including Clothar and one of the boys married some other pureblood girl and they had Halfdan Verner and Egaria. Halfdan was presumed dead after the thing but showed up in the abyss thing only to die 2.6 spoilers lmao anyway verner was the one who kept the line alive and Egaria was still a kid but basically the Abyss Order used some technology/magic idk to age her up to an adult but it took like 400 years and she lost her memory. Now in the present she’s mad she lost her memory even tho it was traumatic and wants the abyss order to fix it. Also Halfdan and Dainsleif sort of date and Dain’s cousin Aisha is the attendant to the Ahlstrohms and is still serving them at present (stuff will happen in the fic) Dain is dating kaeya at present but he is also exes with Aether who is abyss twin in this fic. Meanwhile Clothar and his wife had some pureblood kids and carried the lineage. But he had Caribert with a Mondstandt lady and sacrificed the 8 year old for the loom of fate this is canon. So yeah basically both families are crazy about blood purity and it’s not cool. So they spread out for generations although there’s blood mixing all those people get thrown in prison. Basically then Rancourt Alberich (Kaeya’s dad in the fic) gets arranged married to Albina Alstrohm. They are very distant cousins because there’s not that many pureblood families left I used to read Harry Potter (f JKR). Okay point is, both of them are terrible people and Raincourt has Kaeya with a Sumerian mistress (more like a slave) but then goes back and forth since kaeya carries abyssal blood (dark energy basically. Dain and the others have light powers but some people have dark powers). There’s a whole lotta stuff I’m not gonna get into but Rancourt is incredibly unstable and goes back and forth with telling kaeya he’s the chosen one and degrading him for being half blood. Eventually sending him a way to be a spy and we know the rest. So he and Albina have 3 kids Clavia (who gets shafted for not having abyss blood and also is very quiet and isolates herself after Kaeya leaves) Alina and Reinhardt who are now 17 and 15, basically none of them have abyssal blood but Albina treats them better. (She also hated kaeya because of the “affair” (Usura, Kaeya’s mom, was captured and her lover was killed, it wasn’t consensual and she escaped eventually but couldn’t take Kaeya.) so Rancourt made one last attempt at an heir with Abyssal blood but wanted him to look pureblood so had an affair with a Snezhenayan treasure hoarder and it was determined Rohan didn’t have abyss blood. Albina was mad it happened and Rancourt started going crazy looking for solutions. So in the first fic kaeya shows up to confront him and he wants to use some potion to make kaeya look pureblood because he’s insane. He’s desperate for an heir. But the abyss order also has technology that’s more advanced than Fatui tech but similar. Basically Alina doesn’t need powers she uses tech. Albina and Rancourt have dark powers. So basically spoilers for first fic again Kaeya kills Rancourt but then Albina is basically acting as ruler of “Khaenri’ah” now. Aether is doing his own shit in the Abyss and also Albina wants to use Khemia for all sorts of weird shit like blood purification and other things. She’s insane and learns nothing. Aisha warns her but eh. But she wants to use dark energy to do it and Rohan (who was sent away with his mom who became a Fatuis and then basically abandoned him) actually DOES have abyss powers and Rancourt was wrong. So now both the Fatui (Dottore) and the abyss order want Rohan because at least he looks pureblood (except for eye color) and the Fatui want him cuz his mom is Fatui)

So that’s part of the second story all that stuff that happens. It’s a mess and sorry for spoiling. Not gonna put any tags cuz I’m rambling out my ass. This is more for me anyway lol.

[beansmakesthings]

I am also taking this as an opportunity to dump my own Zolarian headcanons and lore because I'm insane.

My Zolarians are all very 80s glamrock/synthwave inspired with a touch of Lisa Frank stickers and plenty of cheesy sci-fi vibes. They average between 7 to 9 feet tall and come in all colours and patterns you can imagine. They also have tails like lions with the little poof at the end cause that's adorable. Ricky gives them all either a first or last name from a famous scientist, politician, musician, or something else spacy and neat and whatever their other name is is usually a reference to a movie/song or sounds like a Warrior cat (he reads Warriors and you can't convince me otherwise)

Now, the war LOREEEEE (this is long I apologize)

Kae Nyne (not how it's spelled in the script but it sounds more like a planet spelled like that) is a planet in the Zolarian Star Cluster, in other words it's in the Galaxy that has been space colonized by Zolar. Zolar didn't do any crazy genocide crap or anything, but they've established their own sort of supreme governing body that oversees all their occupied territories. As this is how it's been for a very long time, Zolar feels entitled to these planets and would like to keep them under their thumb.

Insert Damon Dunaway Dogulous. His father was the Count of Kae Nyne before him, but his untimely death made Damon the new Count at a young age. He's much younger than any other governing body in the Star Cluster at 150 years old (equivalent to being late teens by his kind).

Dogulous thinks it's ridiculous that he has to ask permission from creatures with lifespans a third as long as his that are three solar systems away before he can make any decisions for the planet he governs. He tried to bring up the idea of Kae Nyne's independence with the King of Zolar, Bowie Galaxycat, but he basically laughed in the Count's face and told him that even if he was willing to lose territory that Zolar has overseen for millenia, Dogulous is too young of a Kae Nynian to be trusted with a planet.

Dogulous of course didn't take well to that and, being ambitious, impulsive, and insulted that a cat younger than him basically called him a stupid child, declared that Kae Nyne was independent whether the King liked it or not. If they had a problem, they could take it up with his army.

So, Zolar did.

Dogulous tried to stick to just defense. He only wanted to tire out the Zolarian forces so they could be independent, but it wasn't enough. Plus, Zolar has started looking for a 'chosen one' who has the power to stop the war. Afraid for the lives of his people and frustrated with his inability to stop Zolar, he's finally preparing a full scale invasion attempt on Zolar.

There's more but I'm making a comic about it so I can't spoil EVERYTHING.

Maybe this is more Ricky adjacent than a Ricky specific question, but any headcanons for the Zolarians? I grew up on Doctor Who and my alien loving heart has gone far too deep into my own version of the Zolarian lore, I need to know other people's takes

Ricky is. . . .. . much more imaginative than myself so I don't have a lot but I can tell you what I have pictured in my head

Ricky is definitely influenced a lot by Star Trek and I envision them wearing colorful clothing with 80s/90s aesthetics like we see in TNG and DS9 and such

They come in all different shapes, sizes, colors and fur textures like actual cats but their eyes are like. Bright, saturated jewel tone colors. The characters in the stories he writes are inspired by his actual cats

I gotta step up my game lmaoooooo I've not really thought of very much but his story within the story is very important, one of these days I'll sit down and let my imagination run wild and let y'all know what I come up with lol

[bumbleklee]

shopping for baby

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | discord server | pregnancy series

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: pregnancy

diluc

he secretly adored shopping with you for the twins. after crepus passed away, diluc was left with a large sum of money that he didn’t know what to do with. showering you and his babies was the best way to spend it. 

“Everything has socks attached,” Diluc said, holding up a pajama set with footie pants. He had taken you to Fontaine for a week to pick up clothes and goods for your twins and you were going a little overboard.

“Well, obviously,” You remarked, rolling your eyes. “Do they have that in another color?”

As you searched the racks of the boutique, Diluc sighed. He wasn’t concerned with the amount of money you were spending, rather the fact that he just didn’t understand anything when it came to babies. Like why did pants need attached socks? And why couldn’t he put your babies in their cribs for a month? And why were you buying so many blankets for the twins if the babies couldn’t even sleep with them?

You shoveled two more onesies in your basket and grinned at Diluc. Unlike him, you were ecstatic to be shopping for the twins. Filling their closet with adorable clothing and finally setting up their nursery meant your little ones were arriving shortly.

“Shouldn’t we buy them different clothes?” Diluc asked, eyeing the many matching sets in your cart. “Like what about this?”

Diluc held a puffy pink dress to you, his cheeks darkening. “That’s perfect,” You assured him, “Do you like it?”

He nodded, “I think it’s cute.”

You took the dress from Diluc and held it against your swollen stomach. The twins were seven months now but still tiny in your belly. “She’s going to outgrow it so fast,” You said solemnly. The dress was a newborn size and while you would put your daughter in it so often, there was no doubt in your mind she was going to quickly get too big for it. “But we should still get it.”

After a while more of shopping, Diluc paid for the clothes and even offered to haul the bags back to your hotel. “We’ll buy furniture in Mondstadt,” He told you, “I don’t think anything else will fit in the carriage.”

You hummed and leaned into Diluc’s side. He rummaged through the bags, smiling to himself as his fingers grazed outfit upon outfit for your twins. When you looked at the expression, you had never seen Diluc so at peace.

“This has been an amazing day,” He admitted to you, glancing up at your glowing face. “You’re going to have to tell me how to button all these snaps though.”

kaeya

like his brother, he adored shopping for your daughter. he wanted to spoil her as much as he spoiled you so when you gave him the a-okay to start purchasing items for your baby, he quickly went overboard. 

When you arrived home from work, you were met with yet another pink dress laid out on the couch. Kaeya was awaiting you with puppy-dog eyes, excitement radiating off his body. When he saw you, he instantly lit up. “Look what I found her!” He beamed, “And it’ll match that little pink sweater I got her yesterday.”

You sighed and tried to smile through your annoyance, “Kae, not everything had to be pink. What if she doesn’t like the color pink?”

Kaeya rolled his eyes at you, “She’s a baby, love. She won’t even know what pink is.”

You couldn’t stay mad at Kaeya for long. He really was doting on your unborn baby like never before and you would be a fool to displace his admiration. Plus, the clothes he was picking out were adorable (even if they all were pink).

“Did you pick up pajamas like I asked you to?” You questioned, moving the dress so you could scoot into Kaeya’s side. You felt his abdomen tense up and he nervously chuckled, turning his head away from you.

“That’s what I went for today,” He said sheepishly, “But as you can see I got distracted.”

You sighed again and hid your head into Kaeya’s chest, “What am I going to do with you?” Your fingers traced his bicep and a smile creeped onto your lips, “Let’s go together next time.”

“Deal.” Kaeya’s hand found yours and he fiddled with your fingers, “Lisa is knitting us some clothes, too. Maybe they won’t be pink.”

“That would be a delight.”

Kaeya pressed a kiss to the top of your head and leaned back against the couch, pulling you close. Shopping for his daughter was a dream come true. Everytime he bought a new article of clothing for her, he would only imagine how adorable she was going to look in it. He couldn’t wait to meet her.

childe

it took you a month to convince childe that he didn’t need to handcraft all of your nursery furniture. not only would it be way too time consuming, you weren’t sure if you even trusted him with a hammer. 

With Childe’s family so far away, you weren’t going to be receiving any baby items secondhand. Because of this, you and Childe spent a few weeks collecting whatever your son would need to live comfortably and safely.

Thankfully, money wasn’t an issue on Childe’s mind so you traveled to Mondstadt and back to buy what you needed. Childe let you make the big decisions, choosing to hang around with his wallet instead. Following the start of your sixth month pregnant, you finally bought a bassinet. It was the perfect size for your bedroom and the color even matched your walls perfectly.

“Childe, look at this,” You beamed, showing your boyfriend the furniture. You pressed down on the pillow, “This is perfect.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Don’t we have one of these already?”

“No, we don’t,” You rolled your eyes, “This isn’t a crib, honey. It’s a bassinet.”

Childe shrugged his shoulders, “Same thing.”

“It’s not!” You complained, your hands on your hips. Childe just shrugged his shoulders and grinned at you. In the midst of your playful argument, a woman walked by with a toddler. He was teary-eyed and frowning, tugging on her arm.

“I want a toy!” He cried, trying to plant his feet into the floor.

“You have so many,” The woman said calmly, “We need to shop for your brother today, so stop throwing a fit or you can’t have any ice cream after dinner.” You heard the woman sigh as the boy only protested louder, his face twisted into a pout.

Childe nudged you and reenacted a dramatic, horror expression. “That’ll be us soon enough.  Wipe that smirk off your face,” You scolded your boyfriend, “Just help me move this thing.”

zhongli

it was zhongli’s turn to be riddled with anxiety. he wanted the best and only the best for his baby girl but was terrified that he wouldn't be able to provide that for her. 

Zhongli was clueless when it came to shopping for his daughter. You felt you had to hold his hand and lead him around the boutiques and stores in Liyue. Besides Qiqi, Zhongli didn’t have much experience with children, nonetheless babies, so he heavily relied on your knowledge.

But when you had a busy work week, you sent Zhongli to the store with a list of essential items and hoped for the best. Luckily, Hu Tao was able to go with him and even though she didn’t have much information either, she knew more than Zhongli.

“You look pale, Sir,” Hu Tao teased as Zhongli stared at the list clutched in his hand. “It’s just baby supplies, how hard can it be?”

Zhongli nodded, “Of course. It’s just things for my infant. Although Y/N didn’t write any brands down and there’s quite a few types of strollers.” He looked overwhelmed at the selection so Hu Tao rubbed his back.

Hu Tao looked at the list over Zhongli’s shoulder, “A crib should be easy to get. They’re over there.”

She led Zhongli to the corner of the store and pointed to the selection of cribs. You wrote down both a bassinet and a crib but Zhongli couldn’t tell the difference, at least not from the boxes. He examined the different styles of cribs before choosing an inexpensive one. “Is this good enough?”

“Probably,” Hu Tao shrugged.

After the crib, there was still so much more to go. Your daughter needed clothes, diapers, bottles, blankets, and so many other things. And they all had 100 options each. He wanted only the best for your daughter but was suddenly overcome with worry that he would pick up the wrong item.

Eventually, Zhongli gave up. He bought the crib and a few other items and solemnly went back home to tell you about his failure.

[ariyucake]

Hey uh can you do yandere twisted wonderland with an MC that exactly like Shuichi Saihara from DRV3?

┊Yeah sure dear loaf piece <3

- - - > [ Some ] Yandere Twst chars with a darling who's just like Saihara Shuichi from NDRV3

┊Summary ; You had been isekai'd to a world that was less worse than your world, but then this world . . . started to become much more worse than the world you were from . You've been kidnapped by a certain friend of yours whom you trusted with all your heart . You are betrayed as you found out they were secretly obsessed with you .

┊Warnings ; Actually, there are none except these boys obsessing over you

+ Riddle . ~

┊He's one of the worst yanderes to be obsessed with you in my opinion .

┊And + he only likes you to the point of obsession because you were so helpful and kind .

┊You're one of the very few people who can actually get along with him, you'd do anything he says without shaking your head nor fight back at him .

┊No wonder why he fell badly for you .

┊He spoils you with love, attention, and everything that you like even tho you didn't even ask for it . He loves it when you give attention back to him - your reactions are also very adorable when he always hug you out of nowhere from the back .

┊He forces makes you study with him whenever you both had to for an important exam, test, etc .

┊When he kidnaps you ; you'd be terrified and scared . You'd flinch whenever he touches you . But after a few weeks of giving you extra love and attention, you start to get much more comfortable with him .

┊Just wait 'till you guys are gonna get married

+ Deuce . ~

┊He's a little overprotective of you, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut . . . you haven't seen him ever beat up a poor student for trying to even confess their lovey dovey feelings for you

┊Loafs you to bits, some people even mistake you guys for siblings and he just quietly sighs as his depressed yandere arc starts ahaha I'm sorry .

┊Does he spoil you ? Not quite . If he thinks you deserve something then he'll get it for you <3

┊Never ever drags you into trouble with him and Ace involved, he didn't want your head to go ' Off with your head ! ' by Riddle, it did happen once tho and Deuce mentally scolded Ace because of it . . .

┊He's kind of wholesome actually, he likes to chill and watch detective movies with you, since afterall - you are the Ultimate Detective .

┊Praises you a lot whenever you pass an exam because somehow you always ace an exam with a lot of effort put into it, you really know how to impress him, aha .

┊Stalks you whenever you have to do something like a ; errand, chore, etc . He's just worried about your safety 'kae ?

┊Once you both get out of this hell of a school, he'll confess his feelings to you, he may be obsessed with you - but not that obsessed ! He'll take everything slowly .

+ Kalim . ~

┊Okae I gotta admit that he's one of my favourite characters along with Deuce, so this is going to be fun to write >:)

┊If he wants something, he gets it ! And boom, now you're in the Scarabia dorm with him <3

┊Okae but seriously tho, because of you - Jamil now has to work 2x times much more because he's serving two people now, in which that is ; you, and Kalim .

┊He spoils you a lot, a whole lot, a whole lot more than Riddle . He gives you expensive things . Very, very, expensive . You felt like a gold digger by just even touching the certain jewelries .

┊Does he wanna get married with you yet ? Honestly no . He thinks that that could wait and that you both should enjoy your lives before getting much more problems !

┊When the day he kidnaps y - wait up, he wouldn't kidnap you since . . . he already has you in his dorm and that's enough ! Just lightly confesses to you and you reply a ' yes ' since you didn't know what to do in these situations .

┊I had a lot of fun writing the last two .

┊I also got a new phone and I am upset to say that it is an Iphone, do what you can to slander me, I deserve it .

[alittlemxchievous]

I've had so much fun with the wishlist rule. im adding it to my pinned post as a full time rule.

✨✨✨Any purchasable item links sent to me in asks have to be added to my wishlist. ✨✨✨

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