#queued / ooc.

[kotaromita]

Merry Christmas Eve to everyone who celebrates! Weekend Garage is closed today and tomorrow of course, took this picture yesterday, and I'll be spending the day with my family. I hope everyone has a good one, as always!

Oh, and happy Hannukah and Kwanza too, starting on the 26th!~

[hanrinz]

STARRY EYES SPARKIN' UP MY DARKEST NIGHTS.

pairing. lyney x gn! reader ( word count. 1.1k ) genre. strangers to lovers

synopsis. wherein lyney falls for you literally and figuratively, and he doesn't mind it quite a bit. or just bits of pieces of him trying being a romantic.

content. fluff, reader is not the traveller, flirty lyney, he's ooc sowsaury everyone, lynette is tired with the two of you. minimal proofread.

notes. hihi this is for @sixosix da only real one this is for u!! *does that corny pointing in movies* dribble dribble shoots! i just rlly need to write for him, bc he's a silly.

lyney was never star-struck, if anything he was more used to people being enchanted when they saw him.

but he would never expect it to happen to him, after all only the most beautiful things can capture the eyes of a magician—with life full of unexpected encounters and lively colors of shows—to all of which he found on you.

you, who came to the lands of justice from the lands of freedom—never being tied down to the shackles of laws—with an ecstatic gaze, you're here as where the winds have brought you. truly he thinks the momentary sight of you just by walking in the streets of fontaine didn't give enough justice for him to memorize your face. the sunlight that just makes you shine more and the way your eyes reminds him of the stars, warm they were.

and your smile. archons, he adores it. the way it just never leaves your face, you're so pretty.

he never knew anything about love, only with the books he grew up with of a fairytale he reads to his siblings at night—a hopeless romantic he was.

love at first sight. he was falling, hard and fast. like he was tumbling down into the bottomless chasm of just you. he's liking it and it should take him aback, it should scare him, but he can't find himself to do so.

it was unbelievable and it was magical to be able to know a feeling that you can know so much, but was foreign altogether. he knew right then, he was star-struck with you.

and he doesn't know what compels him to move and make his way to you. excitement dancing around his nerves as he nears you, with a smile on his face and a newfound fascination.

and just before he reaches, an unexistent rock trips him all the way to you.

it's embarrassing, lynette thinks. watching his brother fall in love, that is—literally and figuratively.

he flashes a smile at you. and you crouch down, asking him if he's okay. you're worried and he tries not to grin so much, he only replies to you with,

"i'm fine, now that you're here." he winks.

he took it as a chance to take out a rainbow rose out from his sleeves handing out to you. and you laughed, probably another thing that he finds enchanting—it's unfair, for you to have him this entrance by you.

what a memorable first meeting he had with you.

lynette cringes—her brother's antics are an embarrassment to die for. it's not a crime as far as the laws said so, but she sure hopes it is.

because now, his brother is here head in the clouds with the thought of you. his face all, but with lovey-dovey eyes.

"isn't y/n so pretty?" he sighed dreamily.

lynette looks at him with a blank stare, "you've said that for the thirteenth time today. yes, y/n is pretty."

"should i prepare a magic trick? maybe a dove or a bunny. it can be onstage, or just in the seats? ah, i have so many things to prepare..." and so many more, if she was a stranger, she would've thought her own brother is outrageous for the ideas that come to his mind just to woo you. "come now, dear sister for i have to prepare for my special guest."

it's a feeble attempt, really.

his own brother faltering down, just from you standing in front of him and anyone might not see it, but she knows his own brother.

lovestruck he was. when he took you to him showing his trick of lighting up the night in a single snap, a flower on your head magically placed delicately and he thinks you're just pretty.

"do you like it?"

another rainbow rose.

"they're pretty.."

your mesmerization, it takes his breath away. if anything he wants you to look at him, how you look at everything you love. he wants you to love him too, like how the stars never leave the skies and how the sun reflects its light on the sea.

he wants you just like how his hands die in need to reach you, how can you be so cruel to him this way?

and he breathes out, "i know."

"do you like dancing?"

the both of you stand on the stage, where you sit in one of the carts that has all their props now kept for their next show.

"back in mondstadt, we had a festival that we celebrated...and we would dance at night till the flowers fall." you recount, fondness creeps up on you with the memory.

he knows this, windblume—if he's not mistaken, he shouldn't be. after all what are those books he read for night after night just to know the culture of mondstadt? just to know you. you didn't need to catch wind of that, he can only hope charlotte wouldn't slip up with this one on you.

he imagines, you dancing with a smile on your face that he loves so much. and he wants to see it, to be able to live that vision in his head, but having you in his arms instead.

"would you dance with me then?" he offers his hand, making a little bow to you.

and you giggle, yet again at his antics. "i would love to."

"may i?" and you take his hand, he feels warm, giddy from how your hand fits together with his.

with a smile he holds you and leads you to dance to a sound the two of you can only hear and maybe it's the heartbeats that plays in your mind, but lyney thinks everything just seems more beautiful now with you here.

he's used to everyone's eyes on him as a magician, it's a normal thing. but to have you this close to him and your eyes on him, he thinks the spotlight doesn't make him special now, just the way you do.

if this was the fairytale he's known all his life, he hopes now that it will always be like those ever afters. don't wake him up and drop the glass of his heart, because he has so many more dreams he'd like to come to life with you.

he's memorizing the story now, how your eyes shine and warms him wholly, your hair dancing around as he sways you and your lips that holds a sound that he would like to hear every day.

the song ends and your hearts sync. he let's go and step back to kiss your hand, delicately with him keeping eye contact and it means so much more.

and he pulls out yet another rainbow rose out of his coat, and his eyes glazed. "it's windblume this season in mondstadt, isn't it?"

passion and romantic encounters.

"...let this rose be my oath to you."

oh, how the magician can be much of a romantic all for you. he hopes he'll be the first and the last one to give you such a gift.

◞♡ likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! here's a lyney fic bc i have beef with him <3

[konigisking]

[pkmnirl]

Random Clothing/Style Asks

👠 - Does your character's wardrobe reflect their mood?

🎀 - What are some of their favorite outfits?

💈 - Do they style their hair differently when they have the extra time in the mornings?

⏰ - How long does it take them to get ready on a typical morning?

🔋 - What does your muse wear when they don't want to put in the usual "effort" they might put into their appearance?

🎆 - Is there a standout piece of clothing that looks nothing like their typical outfits? Why do they own it?

🕶 - How would your muse describe their personal style?

🛍 - Where do they like to shop?

💄 - Does your muse wear makeup? How do they prefer to style it? What do they consider to be their colors?

🎁 - Does your muse have a piece of clothing gifted to them that they refuse to get rid of? Who was it from? Would they own it if it wasn't a gift?

💰 - How often does your muse get new clothes? Do they prefer to use what they have until it falls apart or are they terrified of being mocked as an outfit repeater?

🥾 - Fashion or function? Do they value their physical comfort more than their outward appearance?

✂ - When was the last time your muse got a haircut?

🎒 - What's in their bag right now? What item(s) do they consider most important to take with them?

🎭 - How would they react if they went out somewhere only to find someone wearing their exact same outfit?

🧦 - Would they ever dress to match with someone else? Who and what would they wear together?

💍 - Do they wear jewelry? Is there a type of jewelry they prefer?

🧵 - Do they make their own clothes? Would they ever like to learn how to if they don't?

[askchilchuck]

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Sorry there aren't any posts today also. The second I started feeling better, I got swamped with holiday stuff. You know how it is. Plus I would've wanted to do something for Thanksgiving and he's already in situations right now. If I don't stay up late tonight I'll try and get things back up and running tomorrow, but may have to wait until Saturday, we'll see. I hope you guys have an awesome day regardless of if you celebrate, and I'll see you soon!

[cent-scratchnsniff]

i wish to be your shadow , forever behind you , even if i am not good enough

plus some extra. they are quite literally metal boxes. i wonder how large they are in actually. im assuming human size? i also never realized just how complicated hokma's was.. i think its all the gears

[agent-stone]

dunking drafts in the acid

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

i love that horror is drawn in inconsistent sizes !! makes it feel like hes getting bigger and bigger everyday !

(it's actually a bit comforting, for personal reasons, and since his au is in a famine)

this was asked a while ago, but for the record, this made me IMMEDIATELY stop even TRYING to draw Horror as only a head or two taller than his teammates. he's getting bigger every day. one day he's going to pick up an entire house and throw it at the Star Sanses. it's going to be hilarious

[deficd]

trying to reset my brain a little, and drafts are difficult at the moment.

so, uh, if you have open starters, like this post and I'll peruse them? also mention your open tag in case tumblr search acts like the defunct thing it is.

[ancientforgcd]

Happy New Year everyone!

Make sure to stay healthy and safe and to have a good time if you're partying!

[sharpsuite]

♢  — WHAT ELEMENT WRITER ARE YOU?

WATER WRITER

Just like water, you carry your readers in a new world, and they just can’t do anything but follow. Your poetic writing allures the readers in with beautiful words, just for them to find themselves on the deepest oceans floors, where you make them taste pain in its sweetest form. Water writers are the gentlest liars, they show the readers a small stream, and no one can see the waterfall at the end. If you were a tag, you would definitely be ‘Everything is Beautiful But Everything Hurts���. Cliffhangers are one of your strong points that, mixed with your incredible versatility, make you a great writer. Your stories have a deep meaning, and never miss to leave traces on your readers hearts. You don’t limit yourself, you like to explore the deepest parts in the human soul, and that’s why readers can sometimes find MCD in your stories. Your endings tend to be sad or open, and your stories have the power to drag your readers with you, from the highest waves of a storm, and to the darkest secrets of the ocean.

tagged by: no one, this is my annual year end curiosity but seeing @musingmemories's post reminded me i needed to do it for this year tagging: @severeweatheralert ; @aoooooo0 ; @cartelheir ; @wellfell ; @redemptioninterlude ; @psielapki ; @hisinfinities ; @saburaito

[konigisking]

konig headcanons:

prefers talk to text over actually typing bc thumbs too big for phone :(

is late on reports bc he can't stop thinking abt how he told his barista "You too!" when prompted to enjoy his coffee

definitely cries when he has sex bc you are just so nice to have let a freak like him near you

incredibly addictive personality to the point of neurosis - will only eat x meal for weeks until he is onto the next one. find him at 3am watching history documentaries there is no casual enjoyment of anything (including you) for him

really blunt about his psychoanalysis he's done of you (mostly unconsciously)

wants tattoos so bad but will never get one bc he doesn't know the etiquette

calls his oma at every possible chance, she still tells him to eat well so he grows big and strong

will hold the door for one person only to end up standing there for 20 minutes because people just keep coming; related, will stop traffic to let ppl merge

has spent unreasonable amounts of money on lego that inevitably gets donated because there is just not enough room for it all

rules his stardew valley farm like the military with excessive spreadsheets on birthdays and favorite gifts

goes home every year to dress like Perchten in his village's festival and gets entirely too drunk off schnapps (cue drunken rambling to his oma about how cute and sweet you are and how much he loves you)

[nobodyexpectsthe]

[askchilchuck]

breedable?

Huh? What does that mean? What’s breedable?

[byteing]

oh excellent are we doing the thing where someone wrote something “problematic” so now everyone has to quickly disassociate themselves from them to avoid being called an abuse apologist? fantastic. really good i love the internet.

[is-it-cute-gf-au-edition]

I have a kinda crackpot theory that none of my friends agree with but, please listen.

I think Phosphorwings is Ford Pines

My evidence:

- mentioned being a scientist

- VERY defensive of Cyphers actions Towards Ford Pines

- VERY against exploitative videos of Ford Pines

- mentioned a muse? I’ve seen videos of Ford Pines referencing Cypher as his muse before

- panics when he realizes how much he’s accidentally said about himself

- is posting from his doctors computer???

I am NOT a conspiracy theorist. I was right about the end of the world and I’m going to be right about this. The government can’t silence me and neither can Bill Cyphsfjgl_¥.¥,£?¥\£…’ mcckfdosjasjfjc ck kc

And then everyone clapped