#keqing plushie

[wolfbeestudio]

Let's share some Golden Shrimp Balls with sweet Keqing on her Birthday~

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Available for purchase as a keychain on my etsy :3c

[dragon-ascent]

Do you think Reader and Keqing would bond over their love for Rex Lapis paraphernalia? Keqing would seem to be embarrassed and want to keep it a secret while Reader is unashamed. I think it’d be cute. Keqing is the only one I know that does have a plushie of an archon. It’d also be funny because THE Rex Lapis is also Reader’s husband. And Zhongli KNOWS his wife is his own fan that is not ashamed to show it. I wonder what’d he think? Just a little train of thought I’m curious anyone else would have.

I, for one, support the besties with Keqing agenda! She has a whole collection, miss girl is DEDICATED. I just know her position in the Qixing means she can afford the best limited-edition merch and ensure she's one of the first to get them before they sell out. She'd totally help you out!

And gosh, imagine inviting her over to your place to show off your collection and gush about it together, while Zhongli's off to the side watching you two, utterly entertained by the display. He'd also internally marvel at how far Keqing's come in terms of her approach towards the god, from skepticism to acceptance to a closet fangirl. I mean, she's practically drooling as she clutches your latest plushie, and he thinks she's got half a mind to just up and run away with it.

Zhongli would also be very surprised that merch of him seems to be in very high demand these days! Maybe because of his 'passing,' people feel the need for Rex Lapis paraphernalia so they can still feel close to him?

Well! Not like that's an issue for you specifically!

[sea-lanterns]

Girls who let you sleep on the ground and just bring you blankets/pillows/plushies: Sucrose, Furina (but she whines), Nilou, Faruzan, Yoimiya, Hu Tao (thinks it's funny), Chiori

Lies on the floor w/ you to snuggle: Lynette, Kirara, Lumine, Ganyu (sleepy sheepy), Lisa, Mona, Amber (pillow fort!!!), Layla, Fox!Miko, Columbina (probably likes sleeping on the floor too)

Will let you fall asleep first before putting you on the couch or bed: Jean, Navia, Clorinde, Kokomi, Ayaka, Keqing, Shinobu, Dehya

Picks you up like a feral cat and forces you into bed: Shenhe, Yelan, Miko, Ei, Eula, Arlecchino, La Signora, Candace, Ningguang, Beidou

(P.S. If it's not taken can I be 🦔 anon?)

HELP. All of these are so in character and I find it hilarious 😭���� My only nitpick is that I don’t write for Kirara (you can check the rules page as I added a list of girls I don’t write for) BUT OTHER THAN THAT I LOVE THIS LIST :OOO

Also something about Columbina genuinely enjoying sleeping on the floor is ascending me rn. I feel like sometimes you’d just see her snoring on the floor of her bedroom (literally only five feet away from her bed) and enjoying the comfort that the cold floor has to offer her.

I also really like the fact that some of the women will just force you into bed, with you kicking and screaming because they just want you to sleep on something soft and comfortable. Even if it means getting hissed at by a feral girlfriend 💕

[yanderehsr]

Had to make another Masterlist because each one can only hold 100 links

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Clingy behaviour, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Murder, Violence

Shenhe Headcanons

Breaking up with Childe

Jing Yuan, Blade, Luocha and Caelus with Noelle reader

Ayato, Itto and Kafka with a reader who confesses then runs away Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Blade, Kafka and Silver Wolf with attention needy vampire

March 7th, Himeko and Dan Heng with reader that has Silver Wolf powers

Breaking up with Himeko

Lyney, Freminet and Lynette with mermaid reader Part 2

Aether, Kafka and Venti with reader who refuses to eat

Jing Yuan, Dan Heng and Blade with Nilou reader

Blade, Kafka and Silver Wolf with a baker reader

How Silver Wolf, Blade and Kafka celebrate your birthday

Zhongli with an adeptus reader

Neuvillette with a Kafka reader Part 2

Nanook, Imbibitor Lunae and Dan Heng with flirty reader

Tingyun, Navia and Yoimiya with chubby reader

Tighnari, Venti, Freminet and Wanderer with reader who likes taller people

How Himeko will get reader dependant on her

Furina with a clingy reader

Kafka, Hu Tao, Yae Miko and Silver Wolf with a reader who wants a collar with their name on it

Raiden Ei, Furina and Lumine with a reader who makes plushies Part 2

Columbina, Arlecchino and Jing Yuan with a foxian reader

Breaking up with Natasha

Kokomi with a detective reader

Jing Yuan and Luocha fighting over reader

Himeko, Silver Wolf, Stelle and Bronya with Lumine reader who has a breakdown

Furina with willing reader

Breaking up with Diluc

Arlecchino and Kafka with weak reader

Breaking up with Wriothesley

Witch Natasha with Princess reader

Aether, Venti and Kafka with a sick darling

Stelle, Lumine and Paimon with ghost child reader

Zhongli, Dottore, Neuvillette and Tighnari with a reader who doesn't want children

Arlecchino, Natasha, Himeko and Kafka with a reader who dies

Svarog, Luka and Blade with Klee reader Part 2

Blade, Jing Yuan and Topaz with Ghost catcher reader

Asta with Himeko's younger sister reader

Breaking up with Hu Tao, Lyney and Lynette

Kafka and Silver Wolf convincing reader to join Stellaron Hunters

Imbibitor Lunae, Venti and Aether trying to get reader back after a break up Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Venti, Aether and Wriothesley with an escaped reader

Breaking up with Abyss Prince Aether

Natasha, Yukong and Topaz with a Stellaron Hunter reader

Jingliu, Jing Yuan, Blade and Imbibitor Lunae with a reader who looks like Baiheng

Breaking up with Kazuha and Lisa

Yandere headcanons about Hajime Hinata and Kokichi Ouma

Alhaitham, Signora, Jingliu and Hubert with reader who thinks they are unhappy

Marianne with an outgoing reader

Arlan when his partner gets injured

Yandere Headcannons about Mikan Tsumiki

Wishing happy birthday to Kazuha

March 7th, Stelle, Seele and Tingyun when reader takes a hit meant for them

Albedo fic: Attempt 7497

Bennett, Keqing and Lynx when no one comes to your birthday party

Yandere headcanons about Ayaka

Claude and Dimitri with a reader who's loved one just passed away

Sugar mommy Topaz when you get tired of her being your sugar mommy

Blade, Caelus, Kokichi Ouma and Shuichi Saihara with an idol reader

The power imbalance between reader and Yukong

Sylvain with a fiance reader who grows apart from him

Topaz, Serval and Cocolia with an autistic reader

Blade, Jing Yuan and Luocha with a reader who dies by protecting them

Nagito Komaeda, Junko Enoshima and K1-b0 with an evil reader

Yandere headcanons about Doc

Breaking up with Freminet and Navia

Yandere headcanons about Bernadetta

Yandere headcanons about Argenti

Jing Yuan with a burnt out reader

Jean, Eula and Amber with a knight of favonius reader who wants to quit

Breaking up with Ruan Mei

Comforting Huohuo

Jing Yuan and Yanqing leashing their darling

Yandere headcanons about Dr. Ratio

Ruan Mei, Edelgard, Junko Enoshima and Cocolia, who is most likely to break you

Furina and Hu Tao comforting reader after a break up

Dimitri meeting reader at the goddess tower

Yandere headcanons about Aventurine

Kafka if Elio asked her to kill reader

Yandere headcanons about Firefly

Yandere headcanons about Thoma

Breaking up with Furina and Eula

Paimon reader: Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

Yandere headcanons about Black Swan

Hope you'll enjoy😄

[qingxintea]

the stars intertwine *ੈ✩‧₊˚

genshin impact

headcanons — aether, xiao, scaramouche

when you tell them you feel alone

AETHER ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

immediately, aether seemed to pick up on your mood. usually he wasn’t very exposed to you feeling down as you kept onto an upbeat show even if it didnt correspond to how you were truly feeling.

deeming the fact that you let it show this time to a point where he could genuinely pick it up, he determined it must’ve reached a bad point. he asked you about it.

“y/n? im sorry if this sounds weird— i just think that you seem a little down today. are you okay?”

he looked at you with the utmost concern and it almost pushed you into crying more. kinda like trying to not cry at school but someone asks “are you okay?” and u cry fr

“yeah— sorry,” you immediately apologize, feeling bad that you made him worry.

“nono, please don’t apologize; just tell me what’s wrong if thats okay,” he smiles gently and takes your hands

you stare intently for some seconds and then take a deep breath. “i just feel a little lonely.”

silence sits for a second but you could feel his hands tense a bit around yours.

finally, he speaks (:

“i’m sorry if i failed you accompany you today,” he blurts out in a rush, feeling responsible for your mood. “d-“

“what? no, aether,” you shake your head, “this is not your fault at all. its just one of those days. thats all.” you smile in reassurance.

he sighs gladly knowing that he was not involved in the issue. he knows about days where you simply just felt down— he had them all the time when he was finding his sister ):

he caresses your face and comes to a conclusion.

“then lets be alone together.”

skips his commissions and takes sick leave and spends the rest of the day never leaving your side

you tell him all about your week!

“work at liyue qixing is very busy this week, we had a lot of broken architect and paranormal cases as of lately. ganyu and keqing always work so hard so i took these extra cases for them.”

“i spent more energy than usual and spent less time talking to people i love, talking to you. everytime i return from work, i just sort of collapse.”

aether chimes in, “y/n, you’re so sweet to everyone. from now on i will rest with you when you return.”

and he does! aether always keeps his word to you— you really are thankful for him.

he even goes out of his way to solve cases and fix things for you while you’re sleeping and you never notice him sneaking out. he talks to little ming and asks her if she knows anything behind the cases, fixes broken stairs and elevators, and ultimately asking keqing and ganyu to look out of you as you’ve been passing out lately.

he even crocheted you a little aether plushie to hold whenever he’s not around! so you’ll always have a piece of him with you (:

on the weekly, he gets you flowers. this week he got you a bouquet of cecilias so you don’t suspect he’s been working in liyue for you

the next week, when you tell him that your workload in liyue has been elevated, he is extremely glad that his work paid off. of course, he never tells you anything though

cutie fr

XIAO ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

xiao cant really verbally address feelings well and you know this. so initially you avoid telling him in general.

but he’s not oblivious to it— even though you don’t tell him, he can sense it. like that one time you made an extremely outrageous deal with a witch to take on his karmic debt and almost died LOL crazy

you also don’t tell him bc yk he’s lived for so many years longer than u that he’s lost so many people, probably more lonely than u

he can sense it through some of your usual offerings too! your cooking is corresponding to your mood and the almond tofu recently has been a bit bitter compared to your previous. its not that it tastes bad, it aroused concern.

he is scared to address it because he thinks he will be extremely awkward or insensitive. instead, he comforts you through acts of service and gift giving.

he picks up qingxin flowers for you and ties it with a vibrant red silk ribbon and leaves it on your doorstep. also gets u a green good luck amulet

now u have it on your nightstand and it helps u sleep better, the good luck amulet is always warn next to your vision YAY

he notices an improvement in your mood but it’s not to its original state.

eventually, he appears the next time you offer something and the two of you sit in comfortable silence until you break it.

“i’m sorry my offerings have been of lower quality recently. i am not feeling well and it shows through my work,” you apologize profusely. you think that him staying with you is a sign that he’s waiting for you to say something about recent troubles bc u always overthink LMAO

“don’t say sorry for something so minuscule,” he immediately responds but has no idea what to say after that.

but there is no need to add on because you know him so well. you know that when he says that it means he is more concerned about your well being than what you produce.

you nod slightly and the conversation ends there. he probably already realizes that you’ve been feeling lonely because you’ve been lacking in social energy this whole week due to your excessive work.

he stays with you for awhile and never gets up to get milk from the fridge or anything which is great

lowkey threatens your coworkers to keep an eye on you LMAOO so silly

SCARAMOUCHE ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

mention of medications and more sweating LMFAO

lowkey u just expect this guy to not care at all bc he’s emotionally constipated

BUT HE DOES HE JUST DOESNT SHOW IT BC HES SCARED HIS COWORKERS MIGHT MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR SHOWING EMOTION

so when he addresses it he makes sure ur in a completely ISOLATED SPACE so NO ONE FUCKING SPIES !!

“oookay, what the fuck is wrong with you y/n, have you not been taking your meds for the past month??”

LMAO he says it downright with no sugarcoat because he wants to get straight to the point

you get taken aback a bit bc it’s such a funny question

“no bitch i just feel like SHIT TODAY because im LONELY AND SINGLE 😭😭😭😭” you counter

“hoe, you are NOT SINGLE WE R LITERALLY DATING STUPID ASS”

“oh i forgot”

“r u fr.”

he brings u ur meds in like 2 pound crates and ur like “wtf”

he says it’s to compromise for your lack of meds the past month

“DUDE IVE BEEN TAKING THEM TODAYS JUST A CRAPPY DAY LMAO AND THATNIS NOT HOW IT WORKS????”

“??,??!!” he is so done HAHAHA “anyway why r u lonely wtf did tartar sauce say something mean to you AGAIN”

you laugh “ACTUALLY YEAH LOL HE WAS LIKE ‘at least i have a little brother’ AS A JOKE CUZ HE DOESNT KNOW THAT MINE WENT KABOOM 😵😵”

“BITCH U GOTTA TELL HIM SOON”

“SHUT UP”

the two of u end up playing super smash bros and u keep spamming villager rocket bc that’s ur favorite move and eventually u k.o. him with it even though he saw it coming, he forgot how to jump LMAO

he claims that he did that on purpose to make you feel better but u think he’s bs-ing because he’s a sore loser and embarrassed he lost by not dodging a whole ROCKET

“UNFAIR”

“LOSER”

eventually becomes a very heated roasting session because u two are the most toxic couple in all of teyvat that ur literally perfect for each other LMAO

“how does it feel to look 12 and 57 at the same time??? I BET U GET ID CHECKED AT 7LEAVES LMAO”

“PEOPLE ONLY NOTICE U WHEN U BECOME A PROBLEM”

“U LOOK LIKE A PURPLE BLOOD CLOT”

“COVID SWIPED LEFT ON YOU. FUCKING COVID”

“THE ONLY REASON YOU HAVENT DIED YET IS BC THE ARCHONS SAID ‘FUCK NO LEAVE HIM BACK ON TEYVAT OH MY GOD’”

no lonely anymore bc ur evil !

later when u don’t know he beats up childe for what he said LMAO “ARE U STUPID DONT BRING Y/N’S CRAPPY CRUMBLED FAMILY INTO ANYTHING” and childe never does it again

happy ending !

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

QINGXINTEA ONE YEAR RESSURECTION SO REAL

LIVE LAUGH AETHER

[i-vrdude]

What should I get next since I have 7 genshin plushies (Venti, Xingqiu, Nilou, Lumine, Ei aka Raiden Shogun, Keqing, and Yae Miko) which ones should I get in the next convention that I will attend?

[ruershrimo]

like it’s the old love. | part 1.3 | "from flashbacks to department store plushes"

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features albedo and the lnhs student groupchat again (aye!!)

warnings: there's a tiny bit of swearing, I guess? + the usual warnings too (fem! reader and some ships like ganqing and xingyun) but other than that I don't think there's anything else here

notes: don't really have much to say this time, but hey, thank you for reading if you intend to read this chapter/have been reading this series! please feel free to laugh at me if anything here is unrealistic or cringey lmao. also, are they called plushies or plushes? please help if you know

summary: albedo, the man that you are. the groupchat finds out. hey! it’s christmas! and it’s all the better since it’s with him.

Truth be told, there was a time when you were less self-denigrating; less keen to criticise yourself and eventually give up. Years before you had realised all that you knew now, you’d spend your days learning what you wanted, from singing, to dancing, to writing— all with no regard of what this would tell of your future. 

Then you grew older, and grew more aware of the praise that was attached to everyone else you knew: all of them except you. Throughout your 11 or so years of school you were known solely as your brother’s sister; at home your parents would continuously fawn over and praise him. Even after he’d upped and left for a busy life at university, he was still your parents’ greatest joy and your school’s greatest pride: while you were stuck continuing a fool’s errand, constantly bending over backwards— just so you could have a chance at being successful, at being loved, just so you could make them happy— only to be overshadowed by and unnoticed in the face of stirling students like Keqing or Xingqiu. (What was the difference between you and them? Every day you worked and worked, only to be treated like you were invisible. There was no one you could talk to, no one to confide in Liyue: only your parents who’d told you to suck it up, that it was a normal part of life, or your friends who’d get bored of you.) 

Ah, self-pity. You’d normally chide yourself for this, or bite your lip for how pathetic you were. Years of being told that you were lucky and good and so much better than you thought, really dear, so there’s no point in comparing— has led to you staring wide-eyed at the ceiling while Albedo has drifted off to sleep right next to you. 

In the tenebrosity of the night, he looked beautiful, face illuminated by the moon as you pondered over just how unlucky you were. “People who take pity for themselves don’t succeed,” your father scolded you once. Over the years that memory remained fresh in your mind. All it had been was a disappointing test score, yet you couldn’t forgive yourself for it: your friends wouldn’t have made the same mistakes, and you were sure as hell that your brother wouldn’t have done so either. “If you really think that crying in a corner will help you any, then perhaps my daughter isn’t as smart as I thought,” he’d said, thoroughly annoyed with what he’d shut out as your incessant whining, and getting back into his work. That was all it was with your parents, work and your older brother Zhongli. And maybe a few words of comfort for you, if they could spare the time. But mostly work and Zhongli. 

You were never bad at anything, nor were you even mediocre or just average— in the way that your mother had put it, you “were a smart, good little girl. The people around you were just better, that was all!” So if you were surrounded by people inferior to you, you thought, would you have been the one fawned over and praised? 

No. Because there was always someone better, even if you weren’t at home or in school. You could never be the best. 

Then you spent more time with Albedo. Albedo whose talents were derived from terms you’d hitherto never heard before, Albedo who avoided topics like alchemy or the future as much as he could manage. Albedo who knew that you worked hard, that you weren’t some rogue, out-of-line soul who needed to be put back in her place. It made you feel worse, sometimes, as you wondered whether he was doing this on accident or out of pure pity, when he needed to realise that you didn’t want to abstain from such topics in the first place, didn’t want his pity to comfort you as it cut you into shreds. 

—

Winters and winter breaks are for silent contemplation, and a bit of fun when that gets too boring for you. It’s considering the future and your choices from here on out despite your loathing for such a notion. 

School was always tiring, from having to socialise as your heart only ached more and more with every person you met, to having to finish loads of assignments and past-year papers in preparation for your exams. Leaving it felt like a burden had been lifted off your back, only for you to wait until any sort of weight would land in lieu of it. This winter, since you’d graduated, you told yourself you’d do the exact opposite instead of fretting over school or your future or— literally anything. That this would be the start of you concluding your gap year with an undeniable bang, while spending your time alone or with the one friend you could never get tired of. While being free. 

So why are you texting your old friends again? 

You ball the fabric of your blanket into a fist again, your other hand holding the phone as you curl into yourself. 

There’s the series of the softest knocks ever on the door. “Are you still awake? May I come in?” a voice asks. 

“Sure,” you call out. 

“So you are awake,” Albedo says, turning the lights on and closing the door behind him. 

“Yeah.” 

“Were you on your phone? It was pitch-dark in here, [name], you’ve to take care of your eyes.” 

“Uh-huh. But I’m okay— if it ever gets too bad I’ll just get glasses or go for a lasik surgery. So it doesn’t matter to me,” you smile, holding up a thumbs-up. 

He sighs, voice worn by fatigue (even if it was only 10:30, but Albedo was the type to sleep early whenever he wasn’t occupied with any kind of school work anyway).  “It matters to me. Remember when you said you’d discuss the terms today?” 

“Oh…” you trail off, recalling what you’d said the night before just to keep yourself calm. With how well you’d known each other, you wouldn’t need them, no? If you or he would have gone against what the other wanted, the other would stop with no further questions asked or any other requests made. “Actually, we don’t need to have terms in the first place. We can just… wing it, I think.” 

“Alright, then.” He sits beside you on the bed as you uncurl yourself from your position. “But tell me when you want them. Were you talking to someone just now?” 

“Yeah, actually— remember the groupchat I told you about from school a few years back?” 

He jokes, “The one where you had feelings for everybody in it?” 

“Hey!” you swat lightly at his arm, chuckling, “And for the record, it was only Keqing. All of the ones on the rest lasted for less than a week. Anyway, I was texting them.” 

In the past, even if you were to daydream of love and relationships with any new distraction you could find to keep you entertained, you’d usually leave your feelings in the dust so as to not be disappointed— the only person you’d done so for knowing what was in store for you was Keqing. You knew it would hurt. Yet you still did it, still fell deeper and deeper, as if your feelings for her were a drug you’d constantly resorted to no matter how much worse they made you feel. But it’s getting lighter now, those feelings from before. It’s getting easier to just look back at them and laugh instead of keeping your lips sealed tight as if loving was a sin. It’s getting easier with Albedo. 

“Can I talk to you about something?” you had asked him once, two years before you had graduated; a month after you had spoken to Keqing. You lay on his bed, all sprawled out like unfurled yarn, as he examined his textbook once more. 

“Of course,” Albedo said, peeking up from the cave of his books. “Are you alright?” 

“Hm?” 

You wondered what he was thinking— maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t see your face so you may have been crying, or whatnot. 

As if he were hauling himself out, he got up from his seat and walked over to you, slightly worn, before sitting himself back down right next to you. You sat up. “What is it?” he questioned, placing his hand on yours: a promise of comfort, that he would be there and to you that would be enough. “Tell me everything.” 

Then like a waterfall you everything gushed out of you: the painful pining you’d pushed yourself through for Keqing, and everything in between, from Childe to that one time when Ganyu smiled at you in the hallway and you were almost frozen in your tracks before you returned back to normal the day after, from the time when Keqing assured you that you would be alright, that she was “your friend who loved you”, to how much that made you ache inside, how much it had you wanting to clench at your chest and squeeze your heart. 

“It’s so ridiculous, I’m so ridiculous—” you rambled, “I shouldn’t be crying. Why am I crying? Why did it make me feel so… so sad, so hurt— for such a long time? It’s like I’m being affected by everything these days.” 

He only continued to rub at your back with his arm and hand as you cried and cried into his shoulder, clutching to his clothes. 

“What’s wrong with me, seriously…? It’s like everyone else is fine, but here I am, scared of everything. I don’t even know what I want to do when I’m older. What if I’m just supposed to be lonely for my whole life? What if I don’t have anything or anyone?” A part of you desired him to say that he’d always be with you. Perhaps he couldn’t tell, or perhaps he was deliberately refraining from it so as to not hurt you if he would not be telling you the complete truth. And a part of you thought that with how things had gone with everybody else, if either were true then at least he wouldn’t be the first. “How do I resign myself to that, Albedo?” 

“It’s alright,” he said, and for all his eloquence when it came to lending his academic advice to others or his abilities to teach you whatever you needed to learn, he merely repeated, “You’ll be alright.” And that was all. Afterwards, he asked if you’d been watching or been wanting to watch any new movies or TV shows or if you’d been reading or re-reading any books lately. By the time the clock struck 12:00 that night you’d forgotten of the tears you had shed as you binged through an eclectic range of films, from Bande à Part— just for that one running scene in the Louvre that you’d heard about— to When Harry Met Sally, and you’d practically passed out once the two of you had finished reading the last few chapters of Percy Jackson and The Olympians: The Last Olympian together (and that was when you learned that he stopped reading the series five years before even getting through The Titans’ Curse!). 

And for a while everything was alright. At school you eschewed anything new that you wouldn’t be good at immediately— because even if that was normal, normal wasn’t enough. As long as your brother existed, as long as students like Keqing existed, normal was not enough. To have praise was to be a prodigy, and to begin was to be a failure. You repudiated anything you’d been doing before just because it was never enough. And perhaps that part of your head pushing your drive to always quit if you were not the best at something— that part that stated you would rather have your walls lined up with medals than participation certificates so you would rather not have anything at all if it meant trying and then failing— perhaps that part of your head wasn’t good. But how could you think with a brain that was good if you’d been trying so hard to be so as a student, yet each time you’d failed miserably at it? 

So it was peaceful, calm. Perhaps it seemed like cowardice. But to you, if you could be a shadow on the stage rather than an unfit actress, things would be fine. If you could disconnect yourself from everything, nothing— from crushes to exam scores to school competitions— you’d be fine. It’s not like anybody would scold you, anyway. They didn’t even care enough to praise you in the past. So for two years you ran away from everything, from writing to singing to painting to drawing to— 

—

“[name]? Love?” 

…the nickname still makes you flustered, but hey, baby steps. 

“Huh?” 

“You must have spaced out,” Albedo says, not an ounce of concern missing from his voice. “You really should go to sleep.” 

“It’s only 10:30,” you pout. 

“It’s 10:35.” 

“That’s still early.” 

“Not today, it isn’t,” he argues lightly, bringing his legs up to the bed while his hands eagerly reach for the blanket, “May I?” 

You remember hearing yourself reply with a drowsy and drawn “okay”, or at least a quick affirmative, but you’re not entirely sure of it due to the fact that you drifted

off to sleep the next second. 

—

In the blue of the early morning, you wake up to him sleeping right behind you, the bolster setting the two of you apart. It’s a tad bit hard for the two of you to squeeze together on the bed you have— what with all the pillows he must have placed under your head or nestled in between your arms while you were asleep— but while sleeping the two of you made it work, it seems. He’s completely unexposed, left sleeping without a blanket in the cold frigid winter air. The heater didn’t even help any: he seemed to be shivering. It takes each bit of your strength to get up from the cosy warmth of your blankets but you do so anyway to drape the blankets over his torso before swaddling yourself back into your makeshift cocoon of blankets and your sweater, your other hand balling parts of the bedsheet fabric for support. 

As the serene dark blue of the morning illuminates his face, your gaze stays fixated on him, at the curve of his face and the slope of his jawline and the curve of his nose, his eyelids drooping drowsily. Whoever he chooses in life (if he were to choose one at all) would be extremely fortunate, being able to set their eyes on him before starting the day. 

You hope he’ll be happy with whoever that is. 

“Good morning,” he drawls, “The sun isn’t fully out yet. It’s still so early.” 

“That’s what happens when you ask me to sleep at 10:30. If I sleep early, I wake up early, too. But I thought that you’d be up pretty early, too— you always are,” you remark, your index finger tapping on his nose. 

“I stayed up for a while before you slept— I wanted to ask if I could sleep here, but didn’t want to wake you up…” 

“So you fell asleep here by accident?” you chuckle.

There’s a soft sound he makes at that, burrowing his head in the blankets, eyes still shut and full of rest. For a while you debate with yourself over whether you should stroke his hair or brush your palm over his face, as if you were exploring it and reading it silently like a pair of eyes on the word’s of a novel. Ultimately, you think you didn’t really have a choice— a part of you was already urging the rest of your body to synchronise each part into knowing his. Maybe it was the fact that this was the one time you’d told yourself not to hold back— that was part of the reason this whole “arrangement” came up anyway: you saying “screw it” and choosing to just go forward, like sprinting across train tracks as all the trains speed and near towards you. If he woke up, or if anything happened to your arrangement, you’d burn that bridge when you got to it. 

So as if under a spell you comb your fingers through his hair and brush the back of your hand against his cheeks, against the soft, frozen skin on them as cautiously and gently as you can, careful not to wake him while he heads back into slumber. 

“I love you,” you mumble. You can’t even hear your own voice as you say it. 

—

The rest of the week goes smoothly, if not for Alice raising a brow when you leave the room for breakfast that morning with Albedo in tow behind you. That Sunday, the three of them— Albedo, Klee and Alice— start prepping for Christmas. As you’d thought the last year and the year before, if not for Albedo, the house would have all but burned down to rubble during Christmastime, because seriously, god help him, Alice has already tried to replace the star on the already-old-and-about-to-destruct Christmas tree with a wax candle this year, and this time she’d done it earlier than the last. 

Which brings you to one of the nearest department stores as you and Albedo scramble through a list of Christmas essentials from Alice. A part of you feels like you’re either an errand girl, or that she’s trying to set the two of you up. It would have been really funny if you’d told her right then and there, having already tested the waters enough (in your opinion, at least). It’s crawling with people inside, some of them no doubt coming there only for the warmth greeting them as if the cold gets shaken off their bodies like dirt getting wiped off a “Welcome” mat. You were just happy to be able to free your frigid hands from your pockets without having to blow on them constantly even if you were bundled cosily in a mix of both his and your jackets in his car before the two of you had gotten off the car in the parking lot. 

“Alright,” you start, eyes on your phone while Albedo pushes the shopping cart along. 

“Cocoa powder… wait, don’t we already have cocoa powder?” 

“We could always use extra.” 

“Okay then, anyway… Christmas tree…” 

He steers the cart in the direction of the holiday items’ section as you remain glued to your phone. To guide you along he wraps his arms around your back, almost, both of his hands adjacent to yours on the cart’s handle as his breath fans against your ear. Your cheeks feel hot and you’re not sure if it’s because of him or you (well, even if it were you, it would still be his fault for doing so, and he in all his smugness will pretend not to notice either way). Still, it should be normal, what with the two of you being comfortable with blowing on each others’ fingers or being in each others’ embrace for god knows how long. 

“Would that work?” he asks, pointing at one of them. 

You peek up. “I think so, yeah! Alright, next we have cocoa powder… don’t we already have enough?” 

“Perhaps she supposed we could do with extra?” 

“Then should we get marshmallows, too? I knew someone who liked to melt her marshmallows in hot drinks last time.” 

Again he nearly laces his arms around your waist before his hands land next to yours. 

“Okay, then we have… what? …why?” you whisper, squinting your eyes in disbelief. 

“The red and white envelopes or the laminating machine?” 

“Both.” 

“Earlier in the year she said that she wanted to do something special for Christmas, so she concluded that it was absolutely necessary for us to do things like secret santa or that we randomly exchange letters with each other,” he clarifies. “We can get either one, though.” 

Classic Alice. You don’t usually spend that much time in department stores— your all-too-busy parents often tried to be done with things as quick as they could so that they could head back into the swamp of their work, and hence your parents would always prioritise efficiency and expediency when it came to practically everything. And though your brother wasn’t always the same, he was always quite busy. The last time you’d gone out with all of your immediate family— just Zhongli and your parents— to a mall was more than three years prior. So since you’re with her best friend, who also happens to have become your boyfriend for a while, and since you feel as if the cold will bite at your skin like a python consuming its prey, you tell him, “No, we can go for both. If you’re fine with it.” 

“Of course. When would I not be fine if it was you?” 

The line sounds oddly romantic, but also like something Albedo would have said before, too. Maybe you just never noticed how romantic the subtext behind his words were— well, that doesn’t change anything. Generally, what people perceive to be romantic or unromantic varies across the board. Right? 

So the two of you stroll the distances to each of their sections, amassing thousands of steps in the process. His hands remain beside both of yours. 

“Anything you want to get next?” he asks, “We’re in a department store, after all. And it looks like there’s lots to buy, really.” 

“Not really,” you reply as the two of you begin to walk out, the automatic doors sliding open in front of you. Unlike the rest of the place, the space near the exit isn’t really occupied save for people coming in or going out. The policeman there nods at you and you bow back. Until there’s a woman with the most beautiful face you'd ever seen, holding a plush in her arms as her 4 year old seemed to be jumping with an itch to wreak havoc over almost everything and anything she could get on her birthday. And by god if it isn’t the cutest thing you’d ever seen (the plush, you mean): the largeness of the carrots’ eyes, how animated it looks with disproportionate legs (its legs took about an eighth of the size of the rest of its body), and it’s coloured in the softest orange you could possibly think of. “Do you want a plush, Albedo?” Albedo doesn’t sleep with plushes— something you’re well aware of. 

“Do you want one?” 

“I mean, I’ll get one only if you want one too.” 

“So I’ll get one.” 

You know he’s only saying this so that you can have one, and you know that in the first place one of the reasons why you’d asked him was because you wanted one, but even still you feel like you should argue that if he doesn’t want the carrot plush you can always make do with your blankets and pillows. 

You suppose that doing things like that has become a habit, since you’d been doing so for the whole of the past year with your parents. Just placing yourself in a cycle of wanting and denying, of making yourself insignificant. An invisible figure by choice. 

He lets go of one of his hands’ grip over the cart handle, taking your hand in his, before running along. Slightly shocked but still pleasantly surprised, you follow his lead, and for once you seem to be the more logical one among the two of you. 

“Why are we running?” you question in between giggles. 

“We’re the only ones near the exit, so we might as well do so.” 

“This feels— haha—” 

“Like Bande à Part, right?” 

You make a sound like a gasp, “You remembered the movie?” 

Well, of course he would, because he’s Albedo, and Albedo is good at a lot of things. Being able to remember things for you is one of them, and even though he’s done something like this millions of times it feels like now it’s getting particularly attractive. Huh. Since when did everything he did become like that? You know it’s mostly because you’ve realised you love him now, like, love-love him , but… wow. Albedo, the man that you are. Damn, the two of you really did do lots of things that couple did even before the two of you started doing all of this. 

“Of course.” 

—

“We’re back!” you cheer as Albedo enters the house, hauling one side of the Christmas tree box as you carry the other. “We got everything!” 

“Wow, someone’s happy!” Alice smiles, “What happened?” 

“Albedo got me a carrot plush,” you grin, the two of you setting the box near the sofa in perfect sync, and then heading out to the car trunk to get everything else. “It’s the cutest thing ever.” 

Alice coos when you take it from the passenger seat and show it to her, your hands wrapped around it like you’re holding up a baby. 

“And we bought something for Klee, as well,” Albedo states, voice having dropped in volume. “A new backpack that she can use whenever she wants to, whether in or out of school.” 

“But shh,” you whisper, grabbing his arm and squeezing it, “We can’t let her know what it is yet.” 

“So I take it that you two had a good date?” Alice teases. 

“I-I, uh…” you stammer. But you look at Albedo, and there’s some pink dusting his face too (it’s adorable. You didn’t picture him the type to blush like this, but if this can happen with you, he’d react the same with anyone else, too, right? Or are you just in denial?). Then you smile, “Yeah. I suppose so,” and you repeat it because you like how it sounds as you speak it, “Yeah, we did; we had a really good one out there.” 

— 

“Can I post something about you online, please?” you ask him, sitting on the sofa, your hands working his hair into a low ponytail. 

“On Twitter?” 

“Yeah. Do you have an account? I could tag you.” 

“No, but it’s fine. Feel free to post whatever if it’s of me, since I’m not there anyway.” 

You don’t know how someone your age knows about current issues on the internet as much as he does, but maybe he doesn’t. You never really thought to ask, and you can’t blame him either if he eludes it. 

“I have a picture of you sleeping, but I digress. I just wanted to post a picture of the carrot.” 

“You can post both of them.” 

“You sure? I know that it’s not like I’d do anything anyway, but there’ll be other people who can still see them. What if they use it as blackmail? I mean, I don’t know how a picture of you could be used as anything to harm you, but with technology these days…” 

“I’ll be alright, don’t worry,” he assures you, “Post away.” 

“Wait, wait,” you pause, “They’re going to find out.” 

“I’m fine with that.” 

“I mean, I did tell them once that I would explain…” 

“Explain what?” 

You inhale, “Okay, long story. I basically panicked for a while after you called me ‘love’ for the first time and I said something on my account when I thought that I’d been posting on my private account and someone found out and shared it with the whole groupchat and I just said that I’d tell them eventually— but hey, I mean whether to tell them or not was still up to debate since I wanted to ask you first—” 

“Calm down,” he interrupts, “That must have been a lot to say.” 

“I didn’t even know either. Wow,” you take a deep breath to regain your composure, “I mean, I do want to let them know that it may be you, since some of them even deducted it, but most of them must think that I hit it off with some random stranger miles away from home in Mondstadt. And it would be nice if at least a few people knew: imagine being someone like me and being able to brag that I’m dating the Albedo, who’s smart and handsome and— hey, why’d you blush? You usually don’t whenever I say good things about you,” you comment, scratching the back of your neck. 

At this the pink only contrasts even more to his snow-hued skin. “I’m not quite sure. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that you’re not complimenting me at your own expense,” he confesses, “And you’re one to talk. Scratching one’s neck is often a sign of being flustered.” 

“Oh.” Immediately you force your hand down. Then you should try to praise him a little more, then. And maybe you should try not to do it by raising him up and putting yourself down. Maybe. You grin wryly. You’re getting better at handling situations like these. “So I’ll post you, then— but promise me that you’ll help me explain if it becomes too much. I’m sure that they all know about you through me anyway.” 

“I promise.” 

“I cropped your face out for good measure, by the way.” 

“You don’t need to… ah, never mind. Thank you, love.” 

“What should I say, though?” you ask mid-silence as he scrolls through dissertations and research articles. 

“Huh?” 

“They asked about how we became a thing, but how do I explain it to them…?” 

“Well, you don’t have to change much. You can just make it sound vague. Maybe you can just say that we talked about it and decided on it together.” 

Well, that technically was what you’d done, anyway. 

“Alright, thanks,” you grin, moving closer to hug him. He grins as well— despite how expressionless he normally is, this time he’s as warm as the fireplace before the two of you— and reciprocates it. 

You snort, placing your phone down in the process and promptly letting Chongyun deny his crush on Xingqiu only for Xingqiu to tease him relentlessly. It’s about time they got together, anyway. 

“What happened?” Albedo asks. 

“I’m the best wingperson ever, and, I’m officially in my Lover era.” 

He chuckles, “Tell me all about all of it, then. Whose wingperson were you today?” 

You laugh. And it’s nice, this is nice. With every moment you think you’re falling a little more. So you keep talking his ear off, because you’ll always do so with a smile on your face no matter what, and he keeps listening to you because he’ll always do so.

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[mcd217]

Since I’ve shared my Ragbros headcanons, it’s only fit if I share all of my other genshin headcanons… So, here you go

(There’s an even mix of angst and fun ones, I’ve separated them for your convenience)

The traveler collects things that remind them of their sibling in every nation, so once they reunite, they have gifts to give

Jean celebrates things with pizza and sunsettia juice like she did as a kid

Barbara imitates people’s voices when telling a story

Noelle always wins arm wrestled

Beidou gives out piggy back rides

Kazuha’s favorite movie is Dead Poets Society

Jean loves mint chocolate chip ice cream

Diona passive aggressively drinks water from a giant water bottle in front of adults

Chongyun doesn’t need to speak much, Xingqiu does it for him

Fischl loves getting her face painted

Venti and Diluc are both great at juggling

Mona plays with her hair when she’s talking

Beidou is awful at claw machines but she still spends all her money trying to win a plushie for Ningguang

Xinyan has a pet hedgehog

Lisa hosts a book club

Xingqiu is Kokomi’s favorite author

Alhaitham is deaf and Kaveh uses sign language to communicate with him, often waking him up or distracting him to sign unimportant things (I love this one sm)

Keqing and Diluc are both left handed

Kazuha and Bennett unironically watch My Little Pony

Diluc used to piggy back Barbara around as kids

Shinobu has a pet spider

Xingqiu has an interrupting problem

Kokomi eats aquarium gravel

Childe and Bennett protect Barbara from Albert

The traveler has lightning scars, and so does Tighnari

Even though Sara doesn’t particularly like Itto, she makes sure he isn’t treated unfairly just because he’s an Oni

Kazuha’s hand is burned from catching Toni’s burning vision, and his hair is crooked because he can’t tie it properly

Ningguang was worried about dropping the Jade Chamber in fear of harming Beidou or her ships

Beidou uses the Jade Chamber as a North Star, when it fell, she freaked out

[huayouzi]

never give a keqing cosplayer your ganyu plushie worst mistake of my life

[bunny-rambles]

Hey Bun,

Today's my birthday! I'm officially turning 20 years old and leaving my younger friends behind in the dust.

Did you know there's a scarameow plushie available on Etsy? And also the April fools joke that Genshin released! Keqing is an actual cat girl now!

Don't worry about replying to this, I just wanted to send something since it's been a while. Hope you're doing well!

Well, I wasn’t planning on replying to any other messages, but-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED CAT ANON !! I hope you have a great day, thank you so much for sticking around and supporting me from behind the scenes, I truly appreciate it !!

Ahhh I’m looking into getting a scara plushie at some point but I didn’t know there was a scarameow one on etsy, I’ll look into it !!

And ehe I did see the April fools posts, keqing finally getting the treatment she deserves :,)

I’m doing… well, there’s a reason I’m still on break, but I’ll be alright.

I hope you have the best day ever and I’m sending you a platonic kiss on the forehead and a very big hug, happy birthday !! 💞🩵🐈‍⬛

[siderealscribblings]

I think you're on to something with that and it's supported by her kit in game (I like tying character powers in fics to their game mechanics). Furina is a very flowery, mobile swordfighter that flat out does not do a lot of damage with her normal attack. She's not Ayaka, Keqing, or even Jean; she's an aging theater kid who learned to fight probably by watching stage combat and her sword style reflects that.

Look at them broad, flowery movements, exaggerated beyond what is effective or prudent in a sword fight compared to Keqing or Jean's economy of motion

Even Nilou the other "dance battler" keeps herself relatively closed off as she pivots and drives the weapon with her hips

Furina is not a good swordfighter in her own right but her command of Hydro (in canon) makes up for it and allows her to do unconventional attacks like spinning on a bubble. So her footwork is probably excellent but when it comes to bladework she isn't an expert (she doesn't really have to be since her little water plushies regularly shoot for 15K+ per attack)

I just now thought of this question concerning Games of Divinity!

Is it planned as to WHEN Furina will take up learning the sword/does she already know???

She knows the pointy end goes in the other person and that the edge is also involved sometimes. Right now she's very Danny Kaye and will likely stay that way because this seems fun to write

That said, she did score a backstab on whatever the fuck Abyss!Lumine is so she's a better swordfighter than Dainsleif already

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[sea-lanterns]

Random thought but like whenever one of the courtesans tries to smash the empress the empress always has to either flip all the plushies over so it doesn’t feel like she being judge or but then on the floor while the courtesan is just waiting for the empress to finish

-🌊

IS THIS A DIRECT CALLOUT TO MY PLUSHIES POST 😨

But anyways, YES I AGREE. The Empress is the type of person to hate having her plushies staring at her while they do the deed, so she spends a five minute process just turning them over so they’re facing away from her and her courtesan(s) in order to not get embarrassed…

And no, the Empress will not just throw her plushies on the floor even if it’s faster. She would never just toss her plushies carelessly like that, no matter how excited she is for sex.

P.S: Courtesan Ningguang, Keqing and Eula are the most annoyed with this process. They can be rather impatient and will make a mental note to fuck the Empress in their rooms next time…

[cor-lapis]

hbd and thank you for getting me invested in this game <3 my life has never known peace since

[echollama]

A Sketch A Day 3-23-2022

“All around me are familiar faces...“

Cocogoat real

[baby-chubby-bear]

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS PIECE

IT TOOK SO LONG

WHY IS KEQING'S OUTFIT SO DETAILED JHDKDHBS-

outfit switch bc they remind me of each other by the way they dress & also i think them having to work together would be funny af