#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

[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

[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

[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

[nobodyexpectsthe]

[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

[iobartach]

...so i'm getting phantom activity notifications and inbox notifications? but nothing new is showing? 💀 hope that doesn't mean this blog is busted

[spidersins]

welp my babes, i fought it for a while, but i'm going to have to implement drafts and inbox replies to be queued for a little bit. ( gonna add it to my pinned post ) this month i'm meant to be submitting my ethics proposal for my project and last minute my supervisor has been signed off after weeks of cancelling our meetings last minute so your girl has to get fucking focused because i have....less than nothing to work with other than my own concept of the project. this will mean i need to actually monitor my hours this month to divide my time, because otherwise i end up scrolling here for far too long - i'll still be around in the evenings but replies will all be queued until possibly the new year tbh thank you to everyone who is waiting on replies from me i promise i am Trying

[askchilchuck]

breedable?

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

[piningpercussionist]

*BONK*

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

I love this image so much can I use it as a reaction pic cuz the energy here is so

ABSOLUTELY

[winter-willow-hero-aoyagi]

//To bed with you, @superhero-an-official and @virtual-singers-heroes!!! (The tag for the latter might not work, so please tag them for me.)

[ancientforgcd]

THE SCOUT FUCKS?