#this is an accidental haiku too btw

[frenchintellucteal]

Wait, is Haiku Bot deactivated or does it just not like me????

[mokokone]

Can I request for Kusuriuri, a fluff story like "she fell first but he fell harder" (or can be reversed). Btw I really love your story's! :D

A/n: Thank you! I am glad to hear that you are enjoying my works. It means a lot to me that you find my stories enjoyable♡.

The Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x Reader Oneshot [Fluff]

The room was filled with a palpable silence as the late morning sun continued its ascent, sending a soft golden light streaming through the shoji screen.

Kusuriuri felt a strong urge to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, but he found himself irresistibly drawn to gazing at her. His eyes lingered on the gentle curve of her jaw, the strands of hair resting on her arm and pillow, and the captivating depth of her eyes.

Unlike before, he didn't feel the need to avert his gaze when her eyes met his. He could continue staring into her eyes endlessly, losing himself in the moment. It was evident to him that the feeling was mutual as she returned his gaze with equal intensity.

Whispering his name, (Y/n) closed her eyes as he gently moved a strand of hair behind her ear, careful not to accidentally scratch her with his long painted nails.

In response, he softly spoke her name.

Those were the only words the two exchanged. Despite that, (Y/n) couldn't help but smile widely, and he inched closer, his cold hand moving up and down her side in a slow, gentle motion. His fingertips followed a path from her side, to her back, up her arm, skimming over her collarbone, and up her neck.

The touch was so light, as if he was afraid she might vanish if he applied more pressure. His fingers paused at her chin, his index finger delicately resting underneath, while his thumb traced the shape of her lips.

"I've fallen for you, Kusuriuri," (Y/n) spoke.

The words are like warm honey. The humble medicine peddler sucked in a deep breath, his half-lidded blue eyes staying locked on the slight part of her mouth as she placed a kiss on the pad of his thumb. He exhaled in a puff, watching the hairs to the side of her face shift in place.

He looks at her, and for the first time, she feel perhaps a sense of danger from him, that he is more than just a man, a medicine seller─a mononoke hunter.

“Why?” His head tilts slightly, and his eyes shone with curiosity; they remind (Y/n) of an animal─a curious cat or...perhaps a fox.

His question is a fair one, and the truth comes easy.

He'd met her on the outskirts of Edo in a cozy little izakaya. Her hands unwittingly brushed his own as she poured him a cup of white sake. She had a conversation with him, a mere stranger, and he told her many stories of his travels. It was like talking to a long-time friend. Before he departed, he gave her a gift: a lavender incense to help her relax and to ward away evil mononoke. She thanked him and prayed that he would come visit her again.

And again, he did visit.

Day after day, week after week, and month after month until (Y/n) evidently confessed her feelings to him the following year.

"Because I love you, and I am grateful for all that you do─for me, the people, and mononoke alike.”

"You shouldn't be. I am not what you wish me to be. I'm just a humble medicine peddler."

“Doesn't matter... You are kind," she tells him, snuggling closer into his warmth. "You shatter my sleep. All milk-need and lavender lips. You smile, and I melt."

The latter come out as a poem—a lovely haiku.

"Would you rather have someone as noble and strong like a samurai?" He inquired.

Why would she love someone who chooses honor and dances with death?

"No. A samurai would smell of war and be too prideful. His armor would be hard and cold, and he would bring me nothing but heartache." She replied. "I want you and you alone, Kusuriuri."

The corners of his purple-painted lips arched upwards until he flashed her his sharp canines.

"You shouldn't..."

Frowning, (Y/n) pressed another kiss to his hand, and he vaguely registered the warmth of her palm on the side of his neck. It was as gentle as a butterfly's wing, and had he not seen her limb move, he would have missed it. The same hand reached out, grasping his wrist and pulling it away from her face. Kusuriuri swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. His still isn't used to being touched so casually, but he melted as she leaned in and placed her cherry blossom lips on the corner of his mouth.

The kiss─it is sweet; however, it wasn't enough; he could never get enough. He thought as he greedily takes her in and kisses her so fiercely. His eyes fell closed, fingers intertwining with hers. Shifting slightly, his other hand came up from beneath him, cupping the back of her neck.

Kusuriuri wanted to tell her that she shouldn't have fallen for him and that she's unsafe with him. He lives a dangerous and inexplicable life. She was already aware that he is no mere human; though, he still distastes that she'd seen his other self─Hyper.

But, it was too late to go back.

(Y/n) was far too smitten with him, just as he was with her. He kissed her tenderly, lovingly, over and over again, his hands holding her so close that he might think she'll fold like origami.

"I've already sealed my fate," she whispered between kisses. "I love you, Kusuriuri."

She wanted to do this for so long—shower him in love and affection, to be showered in love and affection back. When her lips came back, there was more intensity behind his kisses, welcoming the part of her mouth with his own. His mouth was warm and welcoming, and she could taste the lingering sake left behind when he pressed his tongue into her own.

(Y/n) winced, feeling his long nails dig into the meat of her hips. It took Kusuriuri longer than it should have to realize the sound escaped her as he pulled back quickly. A thick strand of saliva kept their mouths connected as he glanced over her.

"Ah~" she breathed into him, her hands grabbing the fabric of his kimono and fisting the material in her palms. "It's okay."

She sounded amused, and his fingers gripped her just a little bit tighter as he kissed her just a little bit harder.

"Okay."

But is it really okay!? He didn't know when the last moments would be with her, and he didn't want her to slip between his fingers and tear. He didn't want to dance around his feelings to keep her safe when neither knew what tomorrow brings. So, instead, he continued to hold her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace and the sweetness of her lips.

She fell for him, a simple medicine seller, but the truth is that he was the one who fell for her.

And Kusuriuri is grateful.

[writing-for-life]

Thank you for an amazing 2023!

About metas, fics and sparkly things…

This won’t be short, but you wouldn’t expect that from me, would you? 🤣

I’ve been on Tumblr for just a bit over a year because I needed to get off my family’s back after my three decades long Sandman brain-rot got worse again due to the Netflix series. I hovered around a handful of followers for months until things exploded (I still don’t know why tbh, I think it was one particular meta that kicked things off a bit), and I somehow ended up with hundreds of followers, which might not be much to some, but it’s a lot for me.

So to all of you I’d like to say: Thank you for being here. I don’t always manage to stay on top of things because my notifs are a mess and I lose track, plus I have a rather busy life and can often only write in batches and then queue, but each of you is appreciated, even if I accidentally forget to get back to you or if we aren’t mutuals.

I’ve made such lovely connections over the last year—my interest in The Sandman definitely does not align with the main focus that shan’t be named, and I’m glad that you folks are out there. You probably know who you are.

Now to the obligatory “your posts wrapped” thing—and I’m only doing it because I need to make a point (of course I do 🤣).

News and art

My by far most successful posts have been casting/shooting news and pretty pictures (two examples are linked). And I’m grateful for all the reblogs and likes of those, but apart from curating them, they’re not really me. They’re someone else’s work.

Meta analysis

Then you have my metas, which make up the bulk of the other posts that are doing quite well (you can find all of them in my pinned post).

Even if it wasn’t my most “successful” one (what does that even mean?), this one meant the most to me:

I love writing metas, whether they cover literary concepts, psychology, music or art because I’m a permanently brain-frazzled multi-hyphenate who has to talk about everything that won’t leave her alone.

I also love when you’re sending me asks btw. For the latter, I hope they pick up again in 2024 because they really nosedived since I switched off anonymous asks (which I won’t change, soz) after some people just thought it’s good sport to be an arse about my not being here to pray at the altar of the ship. I guess we have briefly covered the ugly side of Tumblr, too, then.

Writing

But what I'm most proud of when I think of all the things I've done in 2023 is my fiction and poetry. And that's both a happy and slightly sad thing to address.

My 31 Haikus for Sandtober started as a bit of fun, but they’ve developed a life of their own, and people seemingly liked them. The post also contains a bit of my fan-art:

I still intend to turn them into a hardcover at some point, but I won’t be able to create all the artwork myself, so if you’re a fan-artist and want to know what I’m thinking of, please get in touch (I’ll still talk about this in more detail at some point though).

The other thing I’m incredibly proud of is “The Light of Stars”.

I started it as a NaNoWriMo project in 2022 (I always use NaNo to do something that is less stressful than my professional writing projects), wrote it in a bit more than a month—and then did nothing with near 80,000 words until June 2023.

And then I thought “Fuck it,” and published it on Ao3. It’s a canon x OC fic, and this is where it gets a bit sad. Because for most of us writers, these are never the posts that get most engagement (the ratio is really something like 100 : 1 — 500 for a shitpost, 5 for an average writing post).

On Ao3, it gradually picked up because I published chapter after chapter, and I think I can say that it’s done fairly well over there in terms of engagement for an OC fic, and above all how people engage with it. Because it’s a bit deeper despite being romance, it deals with heavy topics like grief, and I’m so glad to have touched a few people’s hearts with it, and that it was meaningful to them. So much so that you all convinced me to write a sequel.

But here’s the thing: The general engagement with writing, especially non-explicit, non-ship, non-readerY/N on Tumblr is very, very low.

Writers who write canon x OC are still struggling to be heard through the noise (it’s not just me, I’ve had many conversations about this, so I’ll just say: I’ll speak for many of us). There are basically hardly any events for us to participate in (most of us only ever do so if we shift to canon one-shots, poetry or metas. If we don’t: Again, no one cares), and fandom often actively chooses to ignore us because “all OCs are self-inserts, ew.” Which is patently not true, and I could go on a long rant now why many canon x canon fics are very obvious self-inserts, which I won’t.

But even if all OCs were self-inserts, even if all characters were—so what? All writing is to a degree based on self-insertion because it comes from our brains—it’s not a bad thing. But apparently, it becomes a bad thing if the character is an OC, heaven knows why.

So if I had one wish (I’m allowed one, right?) for 2024, it would be that people engage more with OC fics and include them more in community events. That fandom, which prides itself in community, includes writers who don’t write for (the main) ship/s a bit more, especially if they don’t write smut (which I personally even do professionally, but I don’t want to have to do it in fanfic just to get engagement). I’m not holding my breath because I know that’s not where fandom’s oft single-minded focus lies, but a girl can dream, right?

And with that, I want to get to my proudest accomplishments of them all:

Being the curator queen of the sparkle realms:

Being one (arguably the main) instigator of the maddest crack ship that has ever graced (?) the face of the earth, spawned the most unhinged discussion (much truth in it though 🤣) and even NSFW fanart. I promise I’ll write that fic about Murphy and his Cool Hat:

Have a lovely 2024!

[the-haiku-bot]

My contribution

if you care about this too

btw

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his ass is NOT a mechanic!!

[cynettic]

Kissing Genshin Characters before you Die

Summary - Kissing the Genshin Characters one last time before you enter the battlefield.

Pairings - Reader x Albedo / Barbara / Bennett / Beidou / Chongyun / Diluc / Eula / Kazuha / Kaeya / Ayaka / Ningguang / Childe / Venti / Xiao / Zhongli

Warnings - Angst, death mentions

Tips - I wrote this listening to ‘Lovely’ and ‘Listen before I go,’ so it might make it better if you listen to both those songs while reading this :’) Both are by Billie Eilish btw, both reverb and slowed down songs for the extra angst

A/N - Im so tired, so so tired of human interaction and having no motivation to talk to people. Its like my social battery simply does not recharge, and I'm stuck writing about interactions I wish I could have, even if it's angst. Burying myself in the delusion that being in a different reality would change everything, burying myself in little imaginations and dreams of a love that doesn't exist.

Also yes, if you did notice the song lyrics playing at first are from "If the World was Ending," used to listen to that song so much. Thought it would fit this :)

“If the world was ending you’d come over right?”

It was absolute chaos, flames crawling up the wooden buildings and spreading smoke through the nation of Teyvat. Everything burned with the scorching heat, children crying, men and woman trying to run from the unescapable flames. Terror etched into citizens faces when encountering the monsters who appeared unaffected by the destruction.

Hilichurls and ruin guards smashing past people, till there was nowhere to run. And it was the mere decision of whether being beaten to death or burnt crisp was a better way to leave this world.

“You’d come over and you’d stay the night.”

But there you were, weapon in hand as you stood up against the blaze. Strong against the unblinking inferno in front of you, unwavering as you stood in front of the monsters that eagerly rushed towards you. Cut and obliterated in seconds, your eyes held nothing but a sickening disgust.

You slowly turned back to your s/o, relief quenching your heart when they were safe in the little location you’d found for them. They were injured, they wouldn't be sitting on the sidelines otherwise. And holding your weapon up again, you claimed the role of protector against the hoard of monsters.

“Would you love me for the hell of it?”

Their voice broke past your focus, a ragged sound that was suffering. It only took you a few strides till you reached them, crouching down to face them fully. Your faces were mere inches away, and you could see the frustration on their face. A deeply rooted feeling that fueled the action as they curled their hand around your head. Pressing your lips against theirs, one last kiss before you assumed the role of predator against the monsters.

“All our fears would be irrelevant.”

Both hands coming to hold their face, you pressed forwards into their kiss. Grasp tight against them, clinging onto them as if they were your lifeline.

“If the world was ending you’d come over right?”

You kissed them as if the world wasn't a aflame, like it was just you both sitting there. Hands grasping for their skin, for their lips, for them. Because without them you couldn't live in this smoldering world, a bright light that cocooned you in its comforting warmth. Nothing like the blazing flames that surrounded the two of you.

You kissed them like they were the only thing that mattered.

“The sky’d be falling and I’d hold you tight.”

But you felt the shake in their hands as they pressed their hand against your back, scared to let you go, scared to lose you. Scared to let this kiss end and have to face the scorching reality.

“And there wouldn't be a reason why.”

You pressed one last kiss to their forehead, basking in their embrace once more between you broke away. The look on your face was confident as you faced them one last time, softened by their teary eyes. Whispering soft words to them, you could only watch as they broke down, a tight feeling in your chest urging you to do the same.

But no, you had to be strong. For them, for yourself, for all of Teyvat. You slowly turned to the flames and monsters, holding up your weapon, screaming one last battle cry as you let your weapon lead your actions. As you let death become your only objective in a flurry to protect your partner.

“We would even have to say goodbye.”

Sobs wretched out of their throat as they watched you crumble, watched you fall the ground and collapse. Till the movement of your chest came to an abrupt stop, and monsters pooled at your sides.

They were forced to watch, unable to move.

“If the world was ending you’d come over right?”

Their cries turned to whimpers, until they couldn't hear the noises that spilled form their lips. Until they didn't care. What they cared about was thrown on their battlefield, beaten and ragged, torn and broken.

Dead.

“You’d come over… right?”

_-_-_-_-_

Albedo

He takes his time, hand on the back of your neck pushing you so hard against him till he’s woozy. Memorizing the feel of your plush lips against his, molding them into memory with every kiss. He’ll break away from your lips, pressing soft pecks up your face, along your nose, to your forehead. Infatuated with the way your hands gently hold his face, careful, delicate. He doesnt want to let you go, and with one final peck right between your eyes, he’ll close his eyes, whispering a goodbye as you leave. He doesnt open them when you die, he doesnt open them when the monsters reach him. No, he dies in your embrace, even if its not real.

Barbara

Desperate, oh so desperate. She doesnt know what to do with you when you press your hands to her face, tearful. You’ll have to be the one to initiate the kiss, muffling her cries with a short lived sweetness between the two of you. She’ll have her hands all over you, unsure of how to hold you, how to press you against her. She wants to stay like this forever, and even if her kisses are sloppy and messy, she’s crying too much to notice. She won’t break away, you’ll have to tug your way out of her grip and press one last kiss to her forehead. Her voice is angelic, even when she cries. You remind yourself that this is what you’re protecting as you enter the battlefield, giving it your all.

Beidou

Oh she knows, knows how this will play out. The kisses shared between the two of you are strong and compassionate, its more intense than any other kiss you’ve both shared before. Because she knows. She knows what’ll become of you and her, that this is the last kiss she’ll share with you, that there's nothing she can do about it. She lets herself indulge in you, her strong hold on you never letting go until you vocally ask her to let you go. You make her promises she knows you can't keep, but simply smiles, telling you to come back to her.

Bennett

Awkward, his hands will grab your shoulders when you approach him, pressing for a kiss immediately. He misses his mark, accidentally pressing his lips to the edge of your lips, noses bumping against each other as he tries to shift his face. You chuckle, holding his face as you adjust the angle, till you can fully reach his lips and press him against you. Like Barbara, he’ll cry, letting himself melt into you. He doesnt resist when you back away, whispering to him. Just sitting there he’ll cry, sob through it all, vision blurry with tears. But its better that way, he can picture you better when everything is fuzzy.

Chongyun

Everything was smoldering hot, too much for Chongyun who has so much yang energy trapped in him. He’s going through one of his rushes when you get to him, eager to tuck you into his arms. His kisses are sporadic, like he’s trying to kiss you but he cant. Like no matter how much his lips meet yours, it isnt enough. He wants more, he wants the promise of your forever embrace ingrained in his head. And when you break away, he’s left empty, the kisses he’d given you the only warmth on his lips. Suddenly everything was cold, so cold, and he only wished for you.

Diluc

Too rough, mashing your lips against his until you couldn't breath. Dizzy with the lack of oxygen, he didn't stop. You were ‘his,' right here right now, no one could take you away from him. You belonged alongside him, crouched in front of him, pressed into his arms where he could keep you safe. He wouldn't let you go, strong arms pulling you to his chest so firmly that you couldn't escape. He wanted to be selfish, he let himself indulge in the promise to himself that you weren't going anywhere. You’ll have to physically break out yourself, pressing back his hands as he tries to make a grab for you, tears brimming.

Eula

You were her everything, and she’ll tell you it through her kisses. She’ll run her hands along the curve of your back, holding you tenderly against her. She doesn't wish for vengeance for all the soft kisses you’ve stolen from her good days long ago, no, she’s willing to forgive you for everything as long as you’ll ‘stay.’ She promises that in all honesty, she loves everything about you, even if she denies it sometimes. And when you leave, she tells you to come back. That its the one and only thing she’ll hold against you if you don't.

Kazuha

Soft, so incredibly sensual with every touch. Kazuha was always filled with words, filled with lovely compositions made for you and only you. But now, he couldn't think of anything, no haiku he’d written in the past that compared to what he felt right now. Metaphors and hidden meanings couldn't compare to the raw pulsing throb he felt in his chest. “I love you,” he whispered, plain and simple. It held so much affection, he was afraid even those words weren't enough to express what he felt, but he settled with it either way. “I love you,” he repeated, brushing your lips against his before he said it again. “I love you.” He said it again, even as you left, entering the battlefield. He didn't stop saying it, not when he saw the monsters take you, not when they approached him with the promise of death. “I love you.”

Kaeya

He doesnt kiss you, because kisses to Kaeya are a sort of affection that brings the sense of normalcy. He likes the way your lips feel against his, but holding you against him is more special. He doesnt depend on kisses to express what he feels, instead pushing your head to his chest, sighing when your own arms come to wrap around him. No kisses, no touches, just you and him. Offering each other your last shreds of hope, because in the end, you only need each other.

Ayaka

“Look at me.” Her hand cups your cheeks just as you do to her. Now you both simply stare into each others eyes, love and adoration filling hers. She loves you, oh she loves you so much. But she understands duty better than anyone, the urge to protect you almost consuming her. When she kisses you, its soft, butterfly kisses. She doesn't rely on the contact to keep her grounded, no holding your face is a gift enough for her. To stare at you, even for one last time, is all she needs. You’ve given her so much, she would follow you to the ends of the world if you asked her to, and that's why it hurts her so much to watch you fall. She closes her eyes, noticing that she’d follow soon after and perhaps see you in the afterlife. No, she would, that's a promise she makes to herself.

Ningguang

Ningguang has delt with loss before, the concept isnt foreign to her. But you… you’re more than the jade chamber, more than any possession she has. You’re precious, like she sold a piece of her heart to you that she could never gain back. You took it from her, and you plan to take it with you to the battlefield. All she can do is press her lips against yours. Kiss you and the world beside you both becomes meaningless, until air becomes a chore instead of a necessity. Because without air she'd kiss you forever.

Childe

Details, in the case that Childe himself cant fight alongside you, he’ll hold you and repeat the details in his head. The way his hand feels on your hair, how soft or rough your lips are against his. How you fit against him, how badass you look out in the battlefield. He won’t stop you from leaving him, because he knows that if this case was reversed, he’d want you to let him go too. So he presses intimate kisses, slow ones that dont consist of a fight for dominance like they usually do. No, he wants to tell you how much he loves you, one last time.

Venti

He doesnt know what to do, pressed against you firmly. He presses soft kisses, but theres no emotion, he doesn't know how to express himself here. He’s lost a lot, lost so much in his existence, but nothing prepared him for this. Only after a kisses will he ask to cry, and when you tell him yes he’ll press his head against your shoulder. He’ll sob, hands gripping the fabric of your shirt as he does so. And then he kisses you while tears stream down his face, mashes your lips against his until his face grows numb. And he’ll continue to feel numb when you leave, when you die, when he dies.

Xiao

He doesn't know what to do, Xiao has never felt so utterly useless when you crouch to him. Form battered and bruised, when you embrace him he feels whole again. You’re his world, he doesn't care about the blazing inferno just beside you, the monsters that threaten all of Teyvat. You are his everything, what he strives to protect and keep safe. Kisses with him are breathless, both of you passionately pulling each other closer. He cant get enough of you, he wants all of you, every single piece. Molded into his embrace until you cant get out. When you break away, he tries to pull you to him, but he finds himself only able to move in the slightest. But Xiao is a protector, he is ‘your’ protector. He follows you as you head to the battlefield, dragging his limp body in a crawl to get closer. He doesn't stop when he sees the monsters overtake you, no, he continues. Just until he reaches your body, grabbing you and holding your corpse into his chest. He numbs out the monsters that attack him, knowing sullenly that he's going to die. But death doesn't seem so bad, not beside you.

Zhongli

As someone who always has control over the situation, Zhongli will be able to adapt quickly. But he doesnt want you to suffer, admiring you for being so strong when everything presses against you. He wishes to relieve the weight if only a little bit with a few kisses. Sensual and intimate, he wants to support you, and if he cant do it on the battlefield he’ll do it right here. Hold you close and promise you that he’ll always be there for you. Only after you die does he allow himself to cry, not wanting to have burdened you with his tears.

[the-haiku-bot]

“clothing is gender

neutral” applies to bras too

btw

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

"clothing is gender neutral" applies to bras too btw

[villainessbian]

Reblogging takes precendence over liking btw. Most of the time you wanna share anything and everything. This is the "spam your followers" site. Don't care too much about any number that goes up unless it's to complain about it. Becoming tumblr famous is like being the jester at court. It can be a lot of fun but it's also its own kind of hell. If you see a funny picture you're encouraged to modify it and reply with your modified version.

Also, yes, always reblog, never repost. Do not steal, part of the "reblog more than like" thing is many people here make their own things and deserve respect and recognition. Tumblr used to be known as the "house of fandom" because we cherish anyone who creates things and shares them.

Tags are used to be funny, to whisper things to the previous reblogger or to the OP (original poster), or to actually tag things as what they are. Not to put things willy-nilly in hopes to get views.

Also, block and report bots for spamming, except the ones that love us. You'll meet them. The most famous might well be the haiku bot. If you post an accidental haiku, it will reblog you. These bots we love and hug and kiss.

All in all, tumblr is just a place to have fun. Everyone is just making it up as we go along, and all the above rules are just consensus for what makes this place a good place to be in.

Halp

….

How do I tumblr?

Am new

[the-haiku-bot]

sorry for loving

dean too much btw As

if it is my fault

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sorry for loving dean too much btw As if it is my fault

[the-haiku-bot]

glad y’all like grandma

too, here’s her dueling with her

grandkids btw!

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loving the different duelists in ygo R… grandma is probably my fave