#n: lotus

[m-kyunie]

taking EVERYTHING in me not to reread the second exorcist arc & instead just dream of a perfect world where Alma stays w Kanda

[sendingstone]

various 999 and one VLR doodle from the past week. i’ve been In Hell but it’s great here

[winterpower98]

I decided that it was time for a revamp of the banner for Cursed AU!

I didn’t draw all the characters that appear in the AU, but just Macaque and Wukong with their respective kids

Old banner

Masterpost

[uroko]

デジカメライフ  

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Me: which element would you like to control?

Mum: that’s a stupid question, I don’t think about stuff like that.

…………

Me: which element would you like to control?

Mum, (after a glass of wine): WIND IS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING, CAN YOU IMAGINE THE DAMAGE YOU COULD DO!

[lotusar]

hello!

I just got done reading "you are love itself" with diluc and I thought it would be cool to see what happens years after y/n's death, maybe when jean, Lisa, or even Klee decide to confront him about it and ask what happened

this is just a request you don't have to write it if you don't want to

thank you have a good day darling

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨!

DILUC X READER , ANGST TO COMFORT

part two of ; you are love itself. manga spoilers. in which kof members grow curious.

warnings ; tears, anger.

started at ; 9:31 AM ON MAY 22, 2022

additional ; absolutely no worries! :) i didn’t expect anyone to want a follow-up, but i am more than happy to deliver. <3 thank you, for the request.

diluc stormed out of the knights of favonius headquarters in anger. he cannot just believe the audacity of those damn knights! mondstadt became strong because of the sacrifices and hard work that you and his father did.

diluc looks absolutely enraged, but in his eyes you could see sadness. sadness that he had lost two people he loved, sadness that he just quit being a knight. the emotions that diluc, an eighteen year old, had to bare would be agonizing for anyone.

kaeya watched as diluc stormed past the fountain and walked across the bridge. kaeya’s eyes held guilt, but they also held sadness, too. he decided to let diluc go.

yours and crepus’ grave sat behind the mondstadt cathedral. diluc sobbed by your grave as it rained, messing up his hair and clothes almost beyond repair. he thought about how strong the two of you had been, not only emotionally but physically.

kaeya knew he cried because he misses you, but he also knows he cried because he wouldn’t be able to do so many things with you. chase your dream of exploring all of teyvat, marry you - it was all gone. diluc told kaeya he would take either of your places in a heartbeat, and in a way, so would he.

you were a good friend of kaeya’s, and he felt the world crashing down too that night.

after weeks of what kaeya hoped was recovery, diluc was back on his feet and ready to take over the roles he had been forcefully placed.

nine, almost ten years has passed since then. every day, diluc had gone to your grave and placed a flower there. a windwheel aster, a snapdragon - once, he had gone to liyue and got you a glaze lily. no one in mondstadt ever really knew why.

children are always so curious. sometimes even embarrassingly so. mondstadt had a reputation for rebellion, so even after klee was asked to not ask diluc - she still wanted to.

jean had asked him once before, decently soon after the event. he hadn’t broken down, no, he just looked enraged. he did not answer, but amber had saw him forcing his frustration on hilichurls. she almost thought she saw a tear go down his face - but she must’ve been imagining things.

diluc placed his hand on your grave once again, with a soft smile on his face. he had brought a flower you had always wanted to see for yourself, a qingxin. klee walked around the cathedral, curious as ever. she wanted to see what would happen, had she not been spotted.

the grass was slightly soggy, because the nuns had watered it earlier that day. as klee stepped forward, she stepped on the grass the wrong way and fell - basically on her face. diluc turned around with a stoic expression, but it didn’t take a genius to see he was startled by the sudden presence.

“ah? klee, are you alright?”

“aha! i’m fine, mr diluc! but - klee has a question - for ..”

diluc’s left brow raised slightly in a questioning expression. “question for ..?”

“oh wait! klee just remembered! a question for you!”

diluc hummed, but he quickly said, “shoot.”

“mr diluc .. why do you come here every day?”

diluc stiffened, as jean ran behind the cathedral as well. this place had suddenly became less peaceful, and more so hectic.

“klee, i told you not to run off without me! the city is safe, but it is still not a good idea!”

jean helped klee up, and looked at diluc before nervously looking away.

“my apologies, master diluc, for our disturbance. we will be on our way.”

“there’s really no .. problem ..”

before he had even been able to finish his sentence, jean frustratedly walked off with klee in tow. klee had a guilty expression on her face, but she still had not gotten the answer she had wanted. in fact, she didn’t get an answer at all.

he sighed, and left the cathedral to go back to work.

what he didn’t know, however, was the scolding jean had given klee inside the headquarters with lisa.

“klee i cannot believe you asked that! it’s none of our business as to why. please, for everyone’s sake, do not do that again. am i clear?” klee shuttered, and quietly said crystal.

lisa sighed in amusement. “i mean, we can’t really blame a child for being curious. in fact, i’m quite curious as well. i mean, there’s no way he just coincidentally waltzes into the cathedra everyday l for nothing. he doesn’t have a lover, especially not one that has any affiliation to the cathedral.”

jean huffed. “if he wanted us to know, he surely would’ve told us. there’s no need to stick our nose where it doesn’t belong.”

lisa laughed. “jean, you’re far too uptight about this. i mean, truthfully we could just ask kaeya. perhaps he would know? but then again .. it would be better to hear the words from the redhead himself. in any case, someone is going to ask.”

jean pressed her hand to her forehead in frustration. “but what if it has to do with a family member or a friend? it could be a sensitive topic.”

“hm? sensitive topic about what?” kaeya walked in with a curious expression on his face.

“ah, kaeya. it’s nothing important, we were just discussing - uh .. ah ..” “you were discussing why diluc may go to the graves everyday, i heard it from outside.”

kaeya laughed. “pff - lot’s of people are curious about that. it’s no surprise that you, too, became intrigued. there’s no need to hide it, grandmaster.”

lisa looked over to him. “aha, kaeya, surely you would have even the slightest clue of why?”

kaeya raised his brow playfully. “oh? you want to know as well? i’m surprised you of all people would even care, much less ask me about it.”

but he huffed, “i don’t think i should be the one to tell you. sure, i know, but - it’s not really my call to tell everyone. it’s his business, you know.”

lisa sighed. “i suppose you’re right, sir kaeya .. i must say, though, it’s rather worrying that you won’t even tell us. it must be serious.”

jean quickly cut in, “well, there’s no need to dwell on it now. knights, let’s get back to work! and klee, think about what you’ve done.”

“hmm .. okay miss jean .. klee will go think about it ..”

kaeya dwelled in the room as the other three walked out. he cast his eyes down to the floor. in a way, he hoped diluc would open up someday. he knows that people care about him .. right? kaeya looked out the window.

“surely .. he will open up someday. perhaps, he still needs to give his heart time. as long as he remembers them .. they will live forever.”

“s - sir kaeya?” “ah! amber, do you need anything?” “not necessarily, but .. perhaps, i could ask him? or, help someone ask him more so - i have a general idea of why he goes there.”

kaeya’s eyes widened for a split second, before a smile came to his face. “is that so? tell me what you know, then. i can confirm or deny.”

“well! firstly, one of the graves is .. your father, right?” “you’re right. what else?” “and the other .. is a friend, or a lover perhaps? i mean - master diluc doesn’t really strike me as one to have a lover but -“ “no, no. you’re correct. these days, you’d be right. but back then, he was quite the lovebird. though, unfortunately i can’t provide much more information. privacy, you know.”

amber smiled worryingly. “that’s okay. do you .. think - it would be a good idea for me to ask?” he smiled, but shook his head. “perhaps not. maybe, it would help him to confide in someone he’s more affiliated with, no offense.”

amber laughed, “nono! it makes sense. though, i don’t really know if he would .. you know, confide in anyone at all .. perhaps klee should do it!”

kaeya shrugs, but looks over to her with curiosity in his eyes. “why do you say that?”

“well, she’s young and it’s likely she may not even understand. he wouldn’t get much pity, and there’s a good chance she’ll forget as time goes on. it’s a pretty solid plan, don’t you think?” “certainly. well, there’s no time to waste, hm? let’s go fetch the little knight herself.”

klee was shivering with excitement and absolute fear.

the typically bright blue skies of mondstadt started to fade into oranges, and purples. diluc was once again sitting down in the graveyard, staring into the sunset. klee stepped beside him, and diluc looked up at her.

“m - mr diluc, klee has something to ask you ..”

“is it related to the question you asked before?”

“.. maybe .. klee is sorry if you don’t want to tell!”

“no, no - it’s .. it’s alright. come, sit with me if you must.”

klee hesitantly plopped beside him, and looked at him with expectancies in her bright red-orange eyes. he looked at her, and sweat dropped. her curiosity would surely be the death of him. he sighed, thoughts running through his head at thousands of miles per hour.

but .. maybe, this was good for him. he hadn’t spoke about this to anyone. klee was someone that couldn’t entirely process loss, and perhaps that was a good thing.

“these .. graves. they’re people i have lost in my lifetime. you see that one?” he pointed to the right grave in front of him, and klee nodded.

“that was my father. crepus ragnvindr. a brilliant man, and a wonderful ally to the knights of favonius. and you ..” he coughed, trying to mask the tears that were coming to his eyes, “do you see that one?”

he pointed to the left one, yours.

“that is my lover. they had told me .. before they had passed -“ he sniffles, and klee puts her head on his arm, staring up at him. “- they told me that i was love itself. and that i shouldn’t let my losses hold me back. i think - i think that’s logic anyone should follow.”

“and .. where are they now, mr diluc?”

he bitterly chuckled, placing a rough hand on her head. “i don’t know. i just hope that once my time is done, i will join them.”

a single tear rolls down his face, and klee gets up, startled. he had a smile on his face, although he was crying. klee walked in front of him, and wiped the tear off.

“klee thinks that someday, you will see them again! klee thinks they miss you.”

[hello-yue-here]

what i would give to see aang be a sarcastic snarky little bastard in addition to being a wise-yet-goofy twelve year old.

i wanna see some old white lotus fucker try and lecture him on his responsibilities (as if he doesnt already know what being the avatar means. trust me he knows. he fucking knows. shut up.) and him just losing his marbles in a sarcastic snarky “prada at the cleaners” esque rant.

like imagine

white lotus mf (lets go with iroh because iroh slander why not. love iroh but iroh slander is so fucking good): bla bla bla you are the avatar you have responsibilities. the fate of the world rests on your hands. you must be decisive and wise and responsible. were lowkey trying to take away your youth and childhood which has already been almost entirelt destroyed due to the actions of the fire nation and the genocide of your people but its okay!! youre the avatar!! thank you for ending the war but things are still shitty and even though we are wise old people who know how shit works and could easily fix this ourselves were gonna let you do it!

aang: SIR I AM TWELVE. maybe if you and your family wasnt a bunch of “divine right to rule” pricks then MAYBE i wouldnt BE in the situation and INSTEAD i could be a TWELVE YEAR OLD and DRINK SOME JUICE and PUT A WORM DOWN SOKKAS PANTS

sokka: what-

aang: but NOOOOOOO. i have to fix the fire nation and bring peace well la dee da. sorry everyone i left my avatar powers on a giant turtle, cant fix the economy today! that sounds like a you problem. im gonna take a nap and then find a worm

sokka: aang no-

aang: AANG YES *air scooters out with backwards middle fingers*

iroh: ...prince zuko you should become firelo-

zuko: cant im busy helping aang look for worms.

sokka: zuko please-

[spotsupstuff]

am still in bed but ive calmed down bout the host situation now im just thinkin bout xiaotian n yknow,,, i do adore the idea that he is lying about So Many Things. him just enhancing his reactions n making himself dumber so everybody else might get some break from the hard difficult world out there thru him? man..

LIKE THE IDEA OF HIM ACTUALLY PULLIN A MANIPULATION CARD KINDA DEAL WHEN HES TRYNNA GET MACAQUE ON THEIR SIDE??? please thats too good, Literally hell yes. why i even think thata bit isbecause of how terrified xiaotian sounded when macaque freed himself. like u dont tell someone that they are just """"acting"""" to be Some Kind Of Big Bad Guy n then scamper away with that kinda yell, i feel like

also slightly related but my hc is now that xiaotian is somehow connected to Yuan Hong/the Four Waste Stars entirely cuz thatd slap, Yuan Hong was prolly a bitch (still havent gotten to readin the damb classic...) AND he evidently gets mistaken for Sun Wukong/Sun Wukong's previous life n that lil connection between SWK n xiaotian like this is vewy tasty. n also Yuan Hong turned out to be a white gibbon so u get the nudge nudge wink wink to wbs with the clr n also the theory that wbs was alluding to xiaotians true nature as a monkey in her last moments alive

[tangledinmdzs]

Hiya hiya!❤️ I hope you're taking care of yourself 😤

If you're up to it, may I request Jiang Cheng with an overworking daughter reader? They work outrageously hard to try and prove that they are worthy to be a hier despite being born a girl, and never know if they will be enough to best the cultivation hierarchy. feel free to take it angtsy or fluffy route, tysmm!!

haha hi!

this is an interesting request, i’m quite intrigued; let’s give this a try.

to you!

♥*♡∞:｡.｡　　｡.｡:∞♡*♥

“y/n,” 

your father’s voice you’ve always known well, especially the tone that he was using with you now

but well, it wasn’t like you’d ever listen to him 

you continue to pull the bow back, aiming your arrow for the bullseye

from the silence behind you, you can tell that your father is simply watching you

somehow, nervousness edges into your fingers, despite your skill

and you let go before you are ready, 

the arrow flies off, landing on the board 

but long off the bullseye,

“y/n, i requested your presence an hour ago,” Sandu Shengshou, your father tells you, scolds you 

you hum, this weird huff half shrug and reach for the next arrow,

from the side, Jiang Wanyin sighs at you 

no longer alone, your fingers feel unnecessarily clumsy, hands suddenly having a hard time aligning the arrow to the bow

your father deals with this for about 3 seconds before, he walks the short distance between and takes your bow and arrow away,

you turn, protests at the ready,

“ba! i was practicing! the archery competition is in three days!” you shout, 

“i heard that you’ve been here since the morning. what of your studies then? you told me you would not make your tutors wait again,” Jiang Wanyin replies, calmly though you know his patience is quite limited 

“i’m going to win first place at the competition. so all of this practice is not useless!” you say, confidently, hoping your father can see your skill, see where your true intentions lie 

because, to you, 

it had always been about making your sect, your family, your father proud-

“archery is Jin Ling’s craft, so he will win first place. you can practice for fun but your duties-”

“so what if he’s good at archery? i can be just as good, i am practicing now,” you interrupt 

“Jin Ling has been doing archery for years now y/n. you still have a long way to go,” Jiang Wanyin says, 

“but i can and will win first place, i want this,” you say, 

because you can’t stand the idea of your father placing you in etiquette and sewing lessons all day just because you were a girl

always having your head in a book, by a stove, bowed,

just because you were a girl 

and even though Jin Ling was your cousin, it seemed as if there was always this awkward competition between the two of you that you didn’t even want

but there always will be, when Jin Ling and you were never equal in the first place

“Jin Ling winning will bring just as much honor to our sect and our family, why are you giving everyone a hard time about your own honor?” Jiang Cheng says loudly at you, 

your temper fumes

“it’s always Jin Ling this, Jin Ling that. i don’t hate him but you’re making me really want to!” you say, head thrumming with heat, hands clutched together,

Jiang Wanyin stares at you, eyes hard

“you’re his uncle but you’re my dad!” you shout, tears brimming in your eyes

“you act as if your only heir is Jin Ling! what about me? why do you not feel that i won’t cultivate well? why won’t you just believe in me for once!?!” you scream as the tears bursting out of your eyes

tired from the hours of practice, 

from the anger of never being enough, always being told that you won’t be enough 

you let out a frustrated cry, kicking the arrow holder down roughly before you stomp away, up the path of the training grounds back home

your father watches you leave, his own heart heavy at your words

of course, of course he believed in you

he only wanted to keep you away from cultivation because of its dangers, its deaths

he’s lived a life time in the aftermath of that

and he doesn’t want to lose another person to the right or wrong cultivation ever again

Jiang Wanyin stares at the spilled arrows, your discarded bow

he hopes one day, his efforts for your safety will not be for null

[m-kyunie]

elegance.

[ivars]

brittany o'grady & sydney sweeney as paula and olivia | the white lotus 1.02

[winterpower98]

Baby Eclipse Twins

I was feeling really soft for the Eclipse Twins yesterday and I tortured @wolfcamellias and @skellebonez

[graqefruito]

ramen noodles~ georgenotfound

pairing: georgenotfound x gn!reader

type: fluff!!!

cw: not much, eating, going to a shop perhaps! pls pls let me know if anything else needs to be said here :)

this is for @heyskeppy​ ‘s 600 event!! (well done well done) if you want to join too here is the link to their post!! thank you so much for letting me enter, hopefully this is alright <33 

Tumbling slightly out of the car, you managed to stay upright and began walking towards the small shop in front of you. The neon signs were no constellations, yet you navigated by them just the same. It was as if every vivid summer petal had been sacrificed, crushed and squeezed into that store sign so it could shout louder than the moon and stars. And you were extremely thankful for that as it was currently 2:27 am and your eyes had fogged up, hazy with a lack of sleep.

Turning back for a second, you saw George trudging flimsily behind, acting as if his feet were made of iron, weighing him down. You paused your advancement towards the store and waited as he languidly lumbered closer to you. Holding out a hand for him to take, you waited until his cold, pale skin grasped onto yours. Then hand in hand you both made your way towards the shop, watching as the gap-toothed neon open sign sneered at the bleak car park.

It wasn’t long until you felt the warm glow of the synthetic store lights on your skin as you stepped through the grime-ridden door. Countless aisles stood anonymously, lined in perfect symmetry. Tonnes of fresh produce were crammed onto each shelf, yet no customers to purchase and only one member of staff occupied the desolate supermarket. You pulled George a little bit harder till you were met with a grunt as he stopped to get a trolley for the both of you. Stuffing a pound coin in the slot, he unclasped the chain keeping the shopping carts all together and rolled it over to you. Grabbing the trolley with one hand and George’s palm with the other you continued your pursuit into the grocery store. George let out a low chuckle, noticing the way your pace picked up as you nonchalantly sprinted past the vegetables and then again past the fruits.

Making your way to the snack aisle, you let go of the trolley, letting it trundle along the plain tile flooring going down its own path. The selection was varied and you and George raced down the aisle picking up random bags and flinging them in the vicinity of your cart. Piles of sweets, biscuits and crisps were now forming a mound as they were continuously being hurled. 

Abruptly, a loud screech blared and echoed throughout the deserted store as your worn converse slid to a halt in front of a specific item. Shuffling up behind you, George stopped too, a smile breaking out on his face in concurrence with yours. Looking at each other for a simple split second, you both grabbed three packs of the ramen noodles and tossed them on the side of the food mountain, a particular section George had named ‘Gogy Gradient’ making you giggle at the poor choice of words. 

Then with bliss he disclosed and declared the name of the top of ‘Gogy Gradient’ - y/n peak. Though it was silly, you felt a warm peachy glow illuminate in the pit of your stomach and your nose crinkled like tissue paper. As you shook your head light-heartedly at George, he took no notice and instead tried to push the now bulky and cumbersome trolley to the service point. Noticing his clear struggle, you lilted over to help, both of you enforcing every last dribble of energy to try and shift the cart.

After an age of pushing, you finally made it to the tills, only one in service with a seemingly ancient man as the cashier. A wizened face peered out from under a wedge of blue hat, which was the only thing on his otherwise bald and mottled scalp, save a sparse fringe of white. His eyes were so heavily lidded and weighed down with wrinkled folds that it was almost like talking to someone asleep, yet he was quite alert. He took no time in scanning and sliding every snack, till he was finished. Not seeing the last ramen noodle pot tumbling towards him.

“Will that be all?”

You had been expecting the croak of old age but his voice was more like a sergeant major, strong and distinctly upper class. Frozen to the spot with confusion over his voice, you both forgot you had to reply.

“Oh, oh um y-yes thank you sir” you stuttered out, still in shock by his gravely tone, “oh wait sorry, sir, you missed something, so sorry”

No words were spoken, only the long overworked sigh that emanated from his mouth.

He quickly scanned the last pot, wasting no time in getting your total up, which George rapidly tapped his card and payed for, letting you both leave the store not long after you had entered it.

The streets of London were unsurprisingly clear for a Monday evening, or rather Tuesday morning, at now 2:56 am. You were able to drive home in no time, which was convenient as George had spent the entire time moaning about how hungry he was and how much he wanted a cup of warm noodles and how he wanted to finish watching the film that he had put of pause just to go and get food. The whole 10 minutes it took to get home he spent moaning and groaning about something new and you just listened. You loved just listening to George talk, whether he was ranting or telling you about coding or just talking about absolutely nothing, it meant everything to you. So as you drove back from the small Tesco’s a tiny smile had weaved its way onto your face.

Finally though, you got home and while George put the stuff away and started the ramen, you relaxed into the sofa and suffocated your body in blankets. Each soft quilt felt fluid against your skin as the fluff soothed you to comfort. Soon enough, George pottered back over to you with two hot steaming mugs. The questioning look on your face led to him explaining that the two of you had ran out of bowls and so he resorted to the closest option because he was ‘not giving up his ramen for a stupid lack of bowls’. The sass in his tone made you lightly chuckle as you took the mug from his hands along with a fork and shuffled across the sofa to let George join you. Playing the movie, you threw your legs into a criss cross and brought the mug towards your mouth, taking a sip of the broth.

“Tastes good Georgie” you smiled, taking in how adorable he looked, covered in blankets fiddling with a forkful of ramen noodles from a mug.

“Of course it does, I made it.” He quipped back, a grin plastered on his face and his left eyebrow quirked.

You simply giggled back and placed your mug down, letting your body fall against George’s, tousling his hair gently. His lips allighted on your cheek like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness. Then he peacefully watched as a carnation blush blossomed across your smiling cheeks. You only cuddled further into his body, snuggling up against him, chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly caught up to his, as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to your warm touch.

[capitaen]

felix kummers serienempfehlungen sind so queercoded

[trans-axian-archive]

must have fucked jiang cheng up to go to the burial mounds after wei wuxians death, angry and lost and grieving, only to see ponds overflowing with lovingly tended lotus flowers where lotus flowers should not be able to grow. must have fucked jiang cheng up to then see them butchered and burned out of ruthless hatred for his brother

[fairiegardens]

Turning on a tv show these days I never know if I’m going to see some random actors p*nis or not. It’s like I didn’t ask to see that of Steve zahn.. ever