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I posted 1,296 times in 2022

That's 1,296 more posts than 2021!

129 posts created (10%)

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@souglias

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I tagged 897 of my posts in 2022

Only 31% of my posts had no tags

#genshin impact - 14 posts

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#genshin - 10 posts

#genshin impact x reader - 7 posts

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#srb - 7 posts

#dinowrites - 6 posts

#kazuha - 5 posts

#yttd - 5 posts

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#it's always 'i love you' and never 'i'd feed you to the snakes and laugh at your agonising cries but if anyone else did that i'd kill them'

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Morepesok, Snezhnaya.

“There was this… one time,” You begin out of nowhere, and Childe immediately turns to you, “In Mondstadt. The Traveler was there, and he was mixing drinks.”

“Mixing drinks?” He asks, amused.

You laugh, squeezing his hand tighter. Warmth spreads throughout your body. “Yeah. Apparently there was a bartender course and Aether decided to join. Naturally, I went to visit him to witness the great bartender skills of the Traveler.” You pause, “I remember one of the drinks there; it was called ‘A Snow-Covered Kiss.’ According to Paimon, it was supposed to taste like how a flower blooms in the snow and meets your lips. Or at least that’s what I heard from when she and Aether were talking to the Liyuean lady.”

The stunt that Childe pulls next is expected, given his nature. “I bet I can give you a sweeter snow-covered kiss than some drink,” He winks, using the hand intertwined with yours to pull you into him before diving down.

Childe does not disappoint; he never does. The kiss is frosty, chilly, and yet, it is warm. It feels like sitting at a fireplace and snuggling next to him and at the same time it feels like a little breeze full of snowflakes being blown lightly into your face. A comforting heat pools in your tummy and you subconsciously shift closer to him, and he gladly welcomes the movement but wrapping his arms around you tighter.

You barely manage to think about how all kisses with Childe should be like this: slow, loving, warm and cheeky when he pulls away. Your limbs remain tangled (you can’t tell if it’s for sharing of body heat or because your boyfriend just doesn’t like letting go of you) and when you look up, it is Ajax that smiles at you.

A snowflake coincidentally lands on your nose, and Ajax giggles as he helps wipe the melted ice aside. His gloved fingers remain on your face, gingerly caressing your cheeks. “You’re not very slick about your intentions,” he hums, gazing at the little distinctive features.

“Hm?”

“It’s not odd for you to tell me about your day, but you never say something as direct as that,” he teases you, “‘A Snow-Covered Kiss’, really? Surely you could do better than that. Or you could’ve just asked for one straight away.”

You should pull away from his embrace to teach him a lesson about teasing you— you really should. You don’t, and Ajax doesn’t cover the wide smile adorning his features.

“So,” Ajax begins, and he tilts his nose down to touch yours. Puffs of warm air exit from your mouths and intermingle, and you know that the redness forming on your nose definitely isn’t due to the cold. “Was my take on a snow-covered kiss better than the drink?”

“It’s hard to say,” you hum, still intoxicated by the intimacy of that kiss, “Could you do it again? Just for me to, y’know, get a clearer taste.”

The giddiness in Ajax’s eyes is clear, and he doesn’t waste a second diving back in. And when he resurfaces, you tell him again that it still doesn’t taste sweeter than the drink Aether made you. So he kisses you again. And you tell him again. And the cycle repeats again, and again, and again. And if he ever noticed your ploy to get him to kiss you with a sky full of snowflakes and lips full of love (he did), he never said it.

Though sweet snow-covered kisses you gave you tasted nothing like the drink, you sure could get drunk on the way he handed them to you.

@souglias happy birthday weird fatooey ginger that sher likes ☹️ kinda short but lol it's like 11.30pm anyway your fanart did you so much justice king pop off <333

113 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

NANKIDAI THIS WAS SO UNCALLED FOR????????

152 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

linking that heizou playlist here again for you to dance to while reading <3 happy bday my sweet sweet love you deserve nothing less than the world ily ily ily

tagging: @souglias (tysm for the ending idea ily 😌) and heizou lovers!!!! @alatusxiaoo @almond-adeptus (please let me know if you dont want to be tagged hsdhask)

Inazuma City, Inazuma. (Now playing: Caramelo Duro)

The sound of heavy rain splattering against the ground greets you and Heizou when you two step out of Uyuu Restaurant, leaving the both of you stranded under the small shelter outside the restaurant. With the way you two looked at each other in surprise, hands empty and minds blank, it was clear that neither of you had expected this to happen.

If the rain were lighter, or if it looked like it was going to stop soon, perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad to run back home now. But clearly, it didn’t look like any of them, so for the next (at least) half an hour, you and Heizou would stay stranded and umbrella-less under the shelter.

You had a feeling that you were going to get kicked out soon, too. A few stray dogs and cats shared the same thoughts as you and the detective, along with a few Inazumans, leaving very limited space for you and Heizou. You could only expect the sacred space beneath this shelter to be more packed in a few minutes’ time, which meant that you and Heizou had to find new shelter to take refuge in soon.

What if there was no need for shelter? Staying healthy was overrated and the rain looked way too inviting— you only live once, anyway. Impulsively, you grab Heizou’s hand and jump out of the shelter. You hear him let out a yelp when the cold, harsh rain slaps his face and damps his hair, and you laugh.

“What the hell?” he scoffs, but the wide smile on his face is undeniable. “My Watson, we’re going to get sick, you’re going to get sick—” you, of course, don’t listen to him, and only pull him further into the open, where the winds are more unforgiving and the downpour is harsher. With how hard the water droplets hit your back, it nearly feels as though you’re being massaged.

“Chances like these are hard to come by,” With how heavy the rain is, you have to scream in order for him to hear you. “Why not walk in the rain while we’re free? It’s not like we have anywhere to rush to, anyway.”

Fortunately, the heavy rain doesn’t deter you from hearing his beautiful, lively laughter. He squeezes your hand and pulls you to him — you squeal when water droplets drip from his fringe onto your forehead — while intertwining your fingers.

“I suppose you’re right,” he giggles. He playfully stomps in the flooded walkway of Inazuma City, purposely splashing water onto your pants. You return the favour by kicking a huge wave of water onto his white shirt, and the gleam in his eyes that follows tells you that a war is about to begin.

Screaming, you run and try your best not to slip as Heizou chases after you, shouting curses and letting laughter out every now and then. His hand barely grazes the back of your blouse multiple times, but as an Anemo user, it doesn’t take long for him to finally get a hold of you. Curse his seemingly unlimited stamina.

“It seems like you’ve forgotten what I do for a living,” he laughs yet again as his wet arms tighten their hold around your waist. Drenched maroon hair sticks to your neck when he leans on your shoulder and you squirm around, jokingly telling him to get lost.

You only just notice that the rain has slightly subsided where you are (you realise that Heizou chasing after you can make you run really, really far). The puddles present are much lesser now, the rain is a lot lighter, and the sky has become lighter. The drizzle that lightly beats your face feels much more pleasant than being slapped by bullet-like raindrops.

However, running far away from Inazuma City where the rain is heavier comes with a cost; there are no shelters here, so you and Heizou have two choices— you either walk another two hundred metres to hide under a cramped shelter shared by the citizens and strays of Inazuma City, or you stay in the rain and just deal with it while walking back.

Before you can make a decision, Heizou grabs your wrist to turn you around, holding both of your hands. You look at him through wet bangs as he hums, staring at your intertwined hands, “You said that we only live once, right?”

You’re not sure if you like where this is going. “Yes?”

“Dance with me, then.”

Ah. You barely have time to react, as Heizou pulls you back with him without warning. A yelp escapes from your lips when he swiftly turns you around, before pulling you flush against his back. The hot breath you feel on your neck greatly contrasts the cold drizzle enveloping you two, making you visibly shiver.

He chuckles and you realise it’s a sound that you want to hear over and over again. This time, you are more prepared when he turns you around again to take hold of both your arms, swaying slowly and steadily.

You ignore the uncomfortable feeling of muddy water from the puddles below seeping into your shoes as you gaze into Heizou’s eyes. The look he gives you is filled with so, so much love, the kind of love that feels like a strong breeze lifting you up in the air that tickles you all over and leaves you exhilarated, so much love that it is nearly unreal. But then you are reminded yet again that Shikanoin Heizou makes the unreal happen. Yes, Heizou makes the impossible happen— like how his soft gaze alone can make your knees go weak and forget all about the rain surrounding you.

“Mm, sweetheart,” he whispers, and a part of you nearly faints at the endearing pet name. His thumb starts caressing your arm, and his forehead leans down against yours. You can’t resist putting your hands on his chest in return. “We’re really, really gonna catch a cold now.”

You move your hands up to his shoulders and teasingly squeeze them, admiring the red that blooms on his face at the action. “Just a little longer, please?”

And, oh, you severely underestimate just how much Shikanoin Heizou loves you, because he always gives in to you. “As you wish, my dear Watson.”

You take one step forward, and he steps back with you. He spins and brings you along with him, giggling when you accidentally stomp into a puddle and the muddy water that splashes up stains your leggings. Your eyes constantly switch between gazing up at him and looking down at your feet, making sure to not step on his as you two continue bouncing and swaying along to the rain’s rhythm.

As though there is imaginary music playing in the background, Heizou pulls you into an upbeat dance routine, making you nearly forget just how much energy the detective has. His contagious smile spreads to your face and before you know it, the laughter shared between you two as you jump around in water puddles is louder than the rain around you.

Alas, the rain finally starts to clear up, and a part of you feels sad that the moment is ending. But before you can reluctantly make your way back home, Heizou’s hand moves faster, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a kiss.

Clearly, Heizou hadn’t planned this, with how clumsily his lips move against yours and how giggles escape from his mouth every now and then. But he gains control back easily, managing to teasingly brush his lips against yours, ticklish like the feeling of a butterfly on a deer’s nose. You swear he even licked your bottom lip at one point, but you don’t get the chance to scold him for doing so.

He pulls away, licking his lips in satisfaction. “Hm. Tastes like rain.”

“No shit, Sherlock. You just kissed me in the rain.”

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155 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

i actually wrote this piece on the night before kazuha's banner in a last minute attempt of a ritual... obviously it didn't work out lol. still gonna post it here though!!!!!! <3

tagging @souglias for every work of mine here <3

now playing: la da dee by cody simpson

your neighbour is a devil.

you are certain that your neighbour is the embodiment of satan, a spawn from hell. kaedehara kazuha almost quite literally feeds off your embarrassment and shattered pride, and today is only one of the many instances he does so. maybe you should’ve convinced your mom otherwise when she suggested that you and your neighbour, kazuha, walk to school and home together, since the two of you were schoolmates.

but it is far too late to change the past, and you now eat the bitter consequences of your actions. from today onwards, said devil embodiment is tasked with the mission of bringing you to school and home safely by both of your parents. and given his mental age, you can surely say that he will do everything except the task itself.

the moment he smirks and points at the bicycle he plans to bring you to school on, you can’t find it in yourself to be surprised. today may as well be the last day of your life.

“hey, come on now,” he laughs when you walk by him, pretending to not see him and trying to walk to school on your own. “i promised your parents we’d go to school together. besides, you’d never reach school on time if you walked there.”

“a scolding from them is way better than dealing with your ass in the morning,” you grit out with a sickly sweet smile, and kazuha reciprocates it with another impossibly wide grin.

he cycles slowly to match your brisk walking pace, finding amusement in how you keep trying to overtake him and failing miserably each time. “could it be that you just don’t want to wrap your arms around me? how adorable, little (name)’s shy.”

you still, and kazuha knows he’s hit jackpot. fine, maybe that too was a little contribution as to why you adamantly refused to get on the bike with him. riding the bike with him meant holding onto him in order to not fall off, and your pride was screaming at you to avoid that like it was the last thing you should ever do. (it was.)

but as you said, you had pride. pride did not like you touching kazuha like that, but pride also did not like you losing to him and giving in to what he thinks you will do. a sudden surge of courage heaves you over the passenger seat of his bike and you boldly wrap your arms around his waist. kazuha barely hides his astonishment and amusement when you huff and say, “what are you waiting for? go on, we’re gonna be late.”

the cackle that follows makes you start to regret your decision, but luckily the spawn of satan doesn’t waste time in making you comfortable on his bike. “don’t squeeze my waist too tightly,” kazuha teases as you slowly wrap your arms around his waist. “else you’ll end up swooning over my abs.”

“you don’t have abs,” you snort. he only smiles, not refuting your statement, and rides off.

it’s only when he accelerates that you realise that you are wrong, that you are so utterly wrong. his reckless bicycle riding that almost makes you fall off the bike forces you to wrap your arms around his waist tighter, and boy did you feel embarrassed when the hard muscle you denied him of earlier pokes your arms.

“please don’t,” you grumble, ashamed and flustered, “i can practically feel your smirk right now.”

his laughter is like a windchime in the wind. light, pleasant— “told you so,” he snickers, pedalling faster and pushing you more into your agony. —and insufferable.

the ride becomes strangely quiet for a duo that loves to bicker. you can’t tell if the two of you are enjoying the peace and quiet or suffering in the awkward silence. it probably is the latter for you— you’d rather die than tell kazuha in the face that you were blushing when you felt his abs. who allowed this kid of mental age five to be this jacked, anyway?

“i’m starting to think you’re molesting me,” kazuha raises an eyebrow that you can’t see, “stop groping my abs, you pervert. i know i’m hot and all—”

“good god, give me patience,” you seethe. a part of you really wants to move your arms to his neck and choke him to death there and then, but that would mean your ride to school would be dead and you’d have to take the bus again. and taking the bus was never an option.

and besides, you probably wouldn’t have the energy to choke a boy to death anyway. it was seven in the morning, and you had already spent half your energy bickering with kazuha. there was simply no more to spare. speaking of lack of energy, perhaps it was time to recharge so you had a little more to listen in class today.

kazuha almost falls off his own bike when he feels your cheek pressed against his back. when he glances over his shoulder for a split second, he realises that you were staring to doze off on his back, and had decided to use his back as a support for your head.

“don’t fall off now,” he whispers. one hand moves to adjust your hands around his waist, making sure they won’t lose grip while in slumber. kazuha hopes you don’t register how he subtly intertwines his hand with yours.

on the way to inazuma high, kazuha feels the cool wind brush past his red tinted cheeks.

188 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

woah (i think?) first genshin written piece on this blog hmmm

so i've been obsessing over sagau lately but make it that not everyone worships the character + kazuha being one of them!!!!!!!!! bc taking kazuha's character into account he just doesn't seem like one to devote all his life to some random god that "supposedly" created him so!!!!! contribution to kazuha kissers and sagau eaters ig

story is also based on how FUCKING spiteful i am mthat kazuboy didnt come home and sent one (1) heizou instead. who needs kazuha when you have heizou (delusional but also actually starting to like heizou)

she/her pronouns for reader/The Creator, @foxic sorry if you didn't want to be pinged (please let me know if its ok with you) but i wrote something finally hehehhe

ty @souglias for screaming over what i wrote, lots and lots of emotional support <3333

There is one thing that not everyone knows about Kazuha, and it is that he does not like The Creator.

It is not that he hates her, but he does not idolise her like the rest of Teyvat. Kaedehara Kazuha has never been one to bind himself to religion and worship — he is a leaf in the wind, a sailboat out at sea, constantly wandering to where his surroundings take him. Kaedehara Kazuha does not anchor himself to one place or one person because it is just not something he would do.

However, Kazuha has heard the multiple times The Creator has tried reaching out to him with affectionate words and actions that clearly spoke of her devotion to him. Words after words of her admiration and hope that he would be a property of hers filled Kazuha’s mind everyday. And while it made Kazuha feel slightly guilty that he did not return The Creator’s feelings, it still did not change the fact that he would not come home to her to be controlled by her.

So when The Creator had tried to use her hard earned Intertwined Fates to wish for him, he expertly dodged them, refusing to let an outside force take control of his own body and use him to her will. Just like he expected, he got weird looks from the characters waiting to drop down from the skies above into the arms of their beloved creator.

It didn’t mean that he didn’t feel bad when The Creator groaned when the zombie child from Liyue, Qiqi, dropped down instead of him though. His friend Shikanoin Heizou, who had yet to come home to The Creator, also noticed his hesitance and reluctance.

“Why don’t you just go home to her?” Heizou raised an eyebrow, noting the way Kazuha’s ones furrowed as he looked down at The Creator. “She’s been hoping you would come to her since last year. It’s not everyone that catches The Creator’s eye. Sure, I understand why you aren’t worshipping her like everyone else does, but since you feel bad, why don’t you just… well, go?”

Kazuha does not say a word.

Heizou sighs and scratches his head as a divine light shines down upon him, indicating his time to drop down to The Creator. “Oh well, you do you, friend. I’m also not religious, but I don’t think it would hurt to humour The Creator for a while.” He pats Kazuha’s back with a sympathetic smile before jumping from the skies into The Creator’s world.

Kazuha watches as his friend becomes The Creator’s newest vessel, who was still upset that the red samurai did not return home. His mind was in turmoil, a big contrast to how it would usually be clear and free after the Vision Hunt Decree ended. He knew that The Creator would inevitably use his body as a vessel once he came home, which was exactly what he was dreading, but a part of him wondered if he was being far too mean to someone who had been relentlessly hoping for him— only him— to come home to her.

Do you hate me that much? Kazuha hears The Creator’s soft voice in his head.

I do not know, he replies in his head, in hopes that The Creator will accept his sincere apology that does not hold any promise of relieving her distress.

Kazuha thinks he’s dreaming when he sees the divine Creator strolling around in Inazuma in all her glory.

As surreal as it might have seemed, there was no doubting the identity of the divine entity walking around Inazuma City with the Shogun. Even if he convinced himself otherwise, the constant chattering of the admiring and curious onlookers would continue to deny him. Even your striking appearance could wash away all doubts of a non-believer. Naturally, everyone would be curious of The Creator’s sudden appearance in Teyvat, because she was believed to have controlled the world from another dimension and never step foot in her own creation, but also because you were so dazzling and divine that even Kazuha’s breath was taken away when he caught a glimpse of you.

What was truly a sight to behold, however, was that the Shogun, one of your (self-proclaimed) most devoted acolytes, was following you around like an affectionate puppy. The Shogun. The Raiden Shogun, the Electro Archon, User of the Musou no Hitotachi, Her Excellency The Almighty Narukami Ogosho, was following you around like a lovesick fool, bidding to every demand (or rather, polite request) you gave her. Tomo would’ve loved to see this.

A part of Kazuha knew that he would eventually need to meet you at least once, since one: he already knew that you were inclined towards him slightly more than the other vision holders in Inazuma, and two: you seemed pretty adamant about meeting all the vision holders in Inazuma. And even if they wanted to refuse meeting you (not like any of them, apart from Kazuha, were against meeting your excellency), who in their right mind would reject seeing their very own creator?

Kazuha, that’s who. He’s sure you already know he isn’t as fond of you as Teyvat is, so he’s been dragging his inevitable meeting with you. Even when you look around in hopes of meeting a certain white haired samurai, even when Thoma and Ayaka convince him to just say hi to you, even when Ayato and Yae Miko try threatening him into meeting with your divine self, Kazuha always finds a way out to not see you.

But when he hears from the citizens that you’ve been walking around Narukami Island with Detective Heizou, one of his closest friends, he already knows today may as well be the day that you finally see the man who has been rejecting you from a different world.

(Despite him convincing himself that he does not like you, a sick, egoistic part of him wants to see you run up to him and profess your love for him.)

Kazuha curls his hands in fists and gulps when he sees you and Heizou approaching. When Heizou spots him, he excitedly tugs at your sleeve and pulls you over to a smiling Kazuha.

“I suppose you already know who Kazuha is, Your Grace,” Heizou winks, and you laugh lightly, not meeting Kazuha’s eyes. “After all, he’s the man who has been playing hard to get, constantly refusing to be your vessel before you entered this world.”

Yikes, Kazuha groans internally, but keeps his smiling facade on. Way to go, Heizou.

(Kazuha wonders what you will do when his eyes meet yours. He wonders if you would blush or stutter over your words cutely. He wonders if you would shyly tug on his clothes and ask if you could spend more time with him. He wonders how he would respond to that question.)

When his eyes really meet yours, he expects to see some emotion. All you do is stare wordlessly for a second before smiling and turning back to Heizou, greatly surprising Kazuha.

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390 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

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