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the journey following his escape from inazuma will be long and fraught with peril, something kaedehara kazuha is well aware of. the moon floats in the sky, and a gentle breeze blows by. though a storm is coming, the ronin shall brave it with song and wine.

character teaser ☆ kaedehara kazuha: moonlit breeze

till we meet again

synopsis: aether is crowned prince of the abyss. before that, he had you.

pairing: abyss prince!aether x gn!reader, mutual feelings

genre: idk what you call this. 12am angst brainrot?

notes: i woke up from like three minutes of sleep and chose abyss prince aether. i have class in six hours, but i also have priorities

limbs aching from running, clawing their way through the falling city that was once so glorious. the sky of blue and white had now turned crimson red with the black smoke of fires burning in the distance. and among it all is you, standing on a fallen pillar with a fire starting at your feet. aether is briefly reminded of how witches of other worlds were burned at stake for the sins people accused them off. magic is nothing foreign to these lands, but aether thinks that if he were to accuse you of a crime; it’d be taking his heart.

lumine would laugh at him, in a way his sister always would when she realised he had a crush. leaving your poor twin sister alone so soon? in the back of his head, he whispers an apology to her. how he would have loved to die after seeing those flowers in her hair, the wild smile on her face while they sparred or even just feel her hand in his as they jumped to another world.

he’s sure she would have loved you.

she would have loved you, even as you looked around the chaos with a bright grin. loved you for loving her brother, for staying by his side when she couldn’t. she would have loved you, if only not for the fact that you’re dying and neither you nor aether know when you will return.

the flames on the pillar have grown, devouring your lower half slowly. even then, you don’t flinch. aether wonders how many times you’ve done this, whether or not it’s easier than falling asleep for you. he hopes it is. if you ever felt a prick of pain, he would kill the damn god that cursed you, and then everyone else.

“aether.”

he drops to a knee at your call, the scraped skin meeting burnt grass. he does not wince or blink, wanting to keep this image of you in his mind. aether doesn’t know how many generations will pass till the gods give you back to him.

“your highness.”

“there’s no need for such formalities, especially coming from my darling prince.” you laugh, like a songbird on a spring morning. aether will miss the sound of it, “time is almost up.”

“yes.” his voice wavers, and your smile becomes sad. verbal confrontation was never something between you both. the truth was told with blades, the violent dance in the battlefield. your coming death had never been discussed explicitly, even now. oh, how aether wishes you could die by his hands instead.

“you know what you are to do, correct?”

“of course,” aether says, firm and determined. he had made his decision long ago, and sacrifices were to be made.

you were the first.

you smile at him, proud and sad at the same time. aether wonders if he reminds you of yourself from long ago. i will not let you lose your love again, he thinks when you offer him a hand through the flames. he takes it, wishing he could pull you out of the flames that glow golden once your hands meet. never again.

“at this moment, i hereby renounce my title as monarch of the abyss. let what is left of us hear my last order; that aether will take my place as your prince, now and forevermore.”

and with that, the flames begin to burn even hotter. but aether stays, ignoring the look of surprise and questioning on your face as he hooks his pinky with yours.

“500 years,” he whispers, almost desperate as the golden flames sear his skin, “500 years is all i’ll give you to come back to me. that is an order.”

it’s the first and only chance he has to demand something of you, now that he is the prince and you are dying. despite the flames eating you alive, you smile at him once again, bittersweet in a way your love has always been. aether wishes he could kiss you.

“anything for you.”

and with those three words, you’re gone. aether stands in front of the charred pillar, breathing out a sigh. the world continues to burn around him, but he simply stares at the place you once stood. the gods wouldn’t even leave your ashes, he thought bitterly.

he doesn’t, or just can’t, dwell on it. aether kneels before the pillar one last time, head hung low, before he stands up and leaves to search for what is left of the army you gave him.

it will be a long 500 years.

relax

⤷ aether x gn!reader

synopsis: 0.5k ; when venti tasked him with giving people advice for their romantic feelings, he wasn’t expecting someone to say your name.

warnings/genre: jealousy, it’s fluffy if you squint, stuff from the windblume festival event?

His legs were sore.

That was the only thing Aether could think about at this point, it wasn’t even the afternoon yet and he felt worn out. He’d been running all over Mondstat, doing chores for other people, helping other people. It wasn’t that he minded it at all; he liked helping people, plus they compensated him.

But he was tired. All he wanted to do was take a break. He’d agreed to help Venti though, regardless of how many other people he’d been doing favors for today.

“One more,” Venti smiled. “That guy over there, his name is Deacon.”

His face was oddly familiar to Aether, but it took tired eyes a few moments to register the knight uniform the guy was wearing. Aether nodded in response, and was then walked over to greet the guy.

Most of what he was saying went over Aether’s head — he couldn’t help it, he was half-asleep. All he really needed to do was pay attention to whatever signal Venti gave anyway.

“...uh so, I don’t really know what kind of gift Y/n would like. Any ideas?”

Wait.

Surely this guy was not talking about the same Y/n that Aether had in mind… right? Sure, he’d never actually told you how he feels, but the constant, playful flirting had to be enough to steer people away. He always hoped it did, anyway, at least until he could gather enough courage.

Though he looked over to Venti, he ignored the bard’s signal. Venti’s signal was clearly one of assurance, but instead, Aether shook his head at the guy.

“I don’t think you should. Y/n… I don’t know, they never seemed into you, even if that’s kind of blunt to say. Uhm, aren’t you on duty right now though?”

It wasn’t a lie; Aether was positive that you didn’t even know the guy’s name. But still, the honorary knight wasn’t supposed to be so bitter, wasn’t supposed to get jealous so easily.

“Yeah, yeah. I am. Thank you though, I think I’ll reconsider it.”

As soon as the guy was out of earshot, Venti’s voice chimed. He had a snarky expression on his face, he looked so amused, but for once Aether couldn’t laugh about it like he normally would.

“So, are you going to be giving anyone a windblume then? Y/n, maybe?”

“...It’s not like that.”

“Jealousy is a somewhat common emotion, it’s not that hard to see. So go tell Y/n how you feel, what’s the worst that could really happen?”

A lot, apparently. He supposes it’s not as bad as it could be; you didn’t reject him, but the thing is, he didn’t even tell you how he feels. Now he’s standing beside you, awkwardly, unable to say anything.

“You ok, Aether?” Your voice was gentle and laced with concern. Such a simple thing caused his heart to flutter, and yet you probably had no idea.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m all good. I think I just need to relax for a bit. I’m tired is all.”

You smiled sweetly, then moved to wrap your arms around him. He buried his face into the side of your neck, letting out a quiet, content hum. He just hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest.

Limits of a god

CHARACTERS: venti; mermaid!reader

THEMES: fluff with light angst. pre-established relationship

WARNINGS: mentions of spoilers from his story quest (not that much but still)

WORD COUNT: 1.1k words

NOTES: this was supposed to be pure fluff but what can i say??? the potential is just-but hey i think this is cute i must say this is one of my favorites. i hope you all enjy this and happy birthday to venti again!

Masterlist of series

Merfolk is one of the things that the people of Teyvat had long forgotten as time passed by. But for those who have lived for quite some time, their beliefs are far different from a normal modern mortal.

Venti was one of those—even if he had never quite fully lived as someone like the once Geo Archon did, he believed in these stories. He had even written songs about them, singing in tunes to the people in the tavern as they all think these were merely myths and metaphors for the people of the present.

They were not.

His light feet drags him to the bottom of Stormbearer Point, the sands beneath his shoes, Under the night sky, the water illuminated the glow of the stars and emitted a shimmer of its own.

There was a crisp in the air that he himself knew was due to the peace and serenity of the place; with no monsters around, no people, no wolves–just him and the sea. Until–

He hears the wind whisper to him first, coming to him like an echo of an intake of breath from beneath the water. Then came the sight of a shadow, one that was rarely seen in the human eye. But to a god like him, it seemed likely to encounter such a glorious sight.

The shadow soon emerged from the water and there came you, and almost as instant, Venti’s face brightened and a huge smile curved on his lips.

“It’s been a while, mademoiselle.” he greets and a giggle erupted out of you, looking up at the boy with the same kind of emotion in your eyes.

“Should I call you monsieur then, monsieur Barbatos?” you bite back and he laughs as he crouches in front of you, your forms separated by land and water–which is an ironic thing, Venti thinks.

“Must you tease me that much, Y/n, you know I’m just kidding. Besides, you know how it doesn’t sound that good when paired with either of my names.”

Under the sky and above the water, there’s a pair that were synced in the beating of their hearts. With the stars as the only witness with both of your love for the other, you two felt free. In the land of Mondstadt, of freedom, it felt like only the two of you remained in the world.

It was you who reached out first, your hand above the water as you offered it to him. Without another second, Venti takes it and holds it gently, just like how the wind does when it passes by a tree.

He makes his way to the water until he floated in front of you. Just then, you let go of his hand to holds each side of his face. And even through the slight pain and irritation on his cheeks, all Venti had to do was look into your eyes and he didn’t feel them anymore. After completing what needs to be done, you held his hand again and dove slowly down the water, pulling him along with you.

“Your power never ceases to amaze me.” he says as he grinned at you beneath the waters, the gills that you had given him more visible under the atmosphere of the sea. It shouldn’t fit a human, let alone a god, but in both of your eyes, neither mattered as long as you two could speed more time together.

Times like these are rare, but you treasure each of them. As a creature of the sea and the land, you two had different worlds, different cultures, different identities. And yet you two found similarities to each other and soon developed emotions that others would often find questionable A god of the wind falling in love with a citizen of the sea? Surely there must be a mistake, right? Your love couldn’t be that tragic, right? That’s what you thought too. However, every time you gaze into Venti’s eyes and see the beauty of him and him alone, then the difference doesn’t matter anymore, and you have a feeling that’s what he thinks too.

You swam through corals and fishes, passed by mosses, and reached the seafloor, giggling to each other as time went on. For Venti, time under the sea is slow. He doesn’t have any care about what was happening above, not when he has the love of his life here beside him.

But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

Merfolk can grant humans the power to breathe under the water, but it depletes their energy at the same time, which was why you two had to rise up and revert the spell before anything bad happens,

Venti thought it was just a usual meeting, a usual date, just like any other before. However, what he didn’t know, as you were to give news that would break his heart slowly.

“I have to go back.” you breathed as you still held his face just like awhile ago. And the moment he heard the words, time continued again, bringing him back to the harsh reality in the world of Teyvat.

“But why?” he let out and he didn’t mean for his voice to sound so breathless even if he was able to breathe earlier and now.

You avoided his eyes as you answered, the same joy that he was used to seeing in your face nowhere to be found. However, he knew the answer right away. He knew about this from the start so why was he asking?

“You gave me a home, Barbatos, but knowing that there are those who were being robbed of their own, you know this is all inevitable.” Ah, how you loved to refer to him by his name, insisting that no one else could hear anyway and that you two held too many secrets altogether–secrets that hindered the freedom that this land promotes alongside his own identity.

With an aching chest, he holds up his own hand and hovers it above one of your own that still held his cheek, his warmth transferring to your own as if a silent connection of how different you two were–how different were the places of where you two belong to.

“Do you promise to go back to me?” he holds back his tears, but despite his efforts, they were futile.

When you met his eyes once again, he wanted to take back what he said–stop you from going back to save your own people from the waters of Fontaine and probably suffer the same fate as-

“I promise,” you interrupted his thoughts as if you knew what he was thinking about.

Under the sky and above the water, there’s a pair that were synced in the beating of their hearts. With the stars as the only witness with both of your love for the other, you two felt free. But sometimes, even freedom has its own limits.

Destiny & Fate

➜ Character/s: venti; g!reader

➜ Word Count: 578 words (drabble)

➜ Theme/s: soulmate au. angst. hurt/comfort. mentions of reincarnations. where venti dreads for the day of your death even if he hadn’t seen you yet.

➜ Warning/s: mention of his true name. mentions of death. spoilers for act 3: song of the dragon and freedom.

➜ Note/s: i was actually debating whether i’d give venti the angst ending or the last character but well here we go. and omg i just got jean on my 22th pull on my f2p account i’m so shocked rn. i was planning on just doing solo hutao there since i also got her but woop- my unnecessary luck just said no. anw second to the last entry for the soulmate series! guess who’s the last one hehe.

➜ Part of the Series:

Home - Albedo | Love or Hate? - Childe/Tartaglia | No Love Left - Aether | Your Name - Zhongli |

Destiny and fate are two different things, Barbatos knew that.

Blessed by destiny, cursed by fate—what else was he supposed to do just to not lose you?

He tried. He tried each and every time he hears your voice through the wind, when he feels the tug on his finger, urging him to come close, to come find you once more. A red string of fate connecting you and him, a reminder of what had been, a reflection of what could have been.

Venti never really intended to give his Gnosis, no, he wasn’t that easy to back down. Yet, all of his strength were sucked by the painful memories of the past, and just by your memory, he knew that it was time to fight back.

You were a mere mortal. In all of your lifetimes, you had always been a mortal. And yet, you were stronger than everyone, in terms of your dignity, sense of freedom, and pride. You were a fighter, and you were one of his inspirations.

It didn’t matter that he had to wait for a couple of years before seeing you again, not at first, that is. He didn’t see any wrong with it, but after witnessing your death several times, all with the same age, same day, and same loss of life in your eyes, he knew it had to stop.

It hurts so much.

No matter what, you two always found each other. Both would create happy memories for awhile, but the inevitable will always come.

At your 18th birthday at the 18th hour, Barbatos, a god, dreads that very specific moment. Because it was at this moment that you’d perish and he would have to wait for your other life. He was tired of it.

“Maybe I should go with you, what do you say?”

“What do you mean, Venti? This commission is just simple, I’ll be back before you know it!”

He was always too late, always left hanging surprised despite already knowing what was to happen. He always hoped that something will change, that your love was enough for you to live.

How foolish of him.

“Why do you not want me to go, love? Is there a problem?”

He held on to your waist, refusing to let himself be engulfed in the negativity. He’s with you, what could happen, right?

It was inevitable.

Death by a fight, an illness, an accident, it was inevitable.

Venti gave up his Gnosis not because he couldn’t take it.

He gave it as a rebellion.

Whoever was the god of fate, he was willing to fight them. It was selfish, he knows, but who cares.

He just wants to live with you. Fate and destiny be damned.

A tug on his finger lits his eyes up, a smile forming at his face all of a sudden.

“Hey why are you smiling like that, tone-deaf bard?” Paimon asks him, but his grin merely widens.

“Nothing. Hey, what do you say I tell you of the story?”

“What is it about?”

There was a bittersweet feeling in his chest, but the smile retained on his face, just a little bit different than before.

“It’s about the story of the bard and his fight for his people, and his lover.”

And for some reason, the traveller and Paimon felt the pain in his words as he sang a song about the blessings of destiny and curses of fate.

About the ending? Who knows.

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Happy Birthday to Tone Deaf Bard! hehe even though he hasn't come to the party... 😅

hi love! what do you use to create your images, as well as the fonts for your images??

ouu, i gotchu, babe.

ibispaint is one of the main ones i use, it’s great for changing the colours or manga panels and you can also draw and add in fonts using the app!

canva is my go-to app for banners, it’s got a lot of different fonts and effects you can use—i also use it to animate some of my pictures for my pinned posts.

pics art is a good one as well from what i’ve heard, personally it’s not my thing but it might work for you!

for fancy fonts like this one: 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎

i use this website, you can just copy and paste them!

https://lingojam.com/FancyLetters

for gradient texts you can follow this tutorial:

https://metawin.tumblr.com/post/654452107473256448/how-do-you-make-your-text-coloured-in-tumblr-like

and for symbols you can’t find normally like these: ❃ ♛ ✧

you can use this!

https://coolsymbol.com

i hope i could help you, love. if you have any questions feel free to ask and i’ll try my best to help out!

— If Only

[Pairing/s: Teru Minamoto x Reader]

Genre: angst?

Warning: swearing, unrequited feelings fufu.

Note: I don't know where I'm going with this, all I know is I want a Teru angst.

Of course it wasn't you, and you know it can't be you but it still hurts like a bitch. You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling as you try to process what Minamoto Teru had said earlier when you asked him for help in rescuing Aoi and finding number 7.

"He likes Aoi-chan," though after his words he play it off as a joke but you know he meant it, you knew deep inside your guts that he meant it, from his body language to the way he looked when he said those words.

"It makes sense now, but Akane-kun wouldn't like it," turning to your side you hug a pillow and hid your face in it, drowning yourself in your thoughts that is slowly being filled with insecurities that you had pushed away before.

"If only I was smarter or maybe prettier, would he-"

You stop yourself before you could even finish, cause deep down you know he still wouldn't look at you or see you the way he does to Aoi- because you're not Aoi.

If only you were Aoi...

"What am I thinking, I shouldn't even be thinking about that" You sigh getting up to grab your phone on your nightstand, scrolling to your social media to distract yourself from your thoughts.

"If only the mokkes were here, I might feel a little bit more better" you mumbled, heart stings from the lost of a friend and the reminder of your unrequited feelings.

"If only Teru likes me..."

Honestly I don't like it but whatever.

—Flute

[Pairing/s: Xiao x Reader]

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

[Note: this was supposed to be for Xiao's birthday, better late than never. Also, I, in no means know how to play the flute, my apologies in advance if there is an inaccuracy in the description.]

Night time fell on Liyue, lanterns lit up to paint the darkness and cover the harbor with warmth and light, there was not much difference from the daytime in terms of atmosphere, it's very much still lively, though, as much as you love your home and the bustling harbor sometimes a nice peace and quiet is something you need after a tiring day.

You made your way to Mt. Tianheng, going behind the houses and made your way at the little mountain behind the said houses, a beautiful view of the port welcomed you along with a soft breeze that tickled your skin as you reach the top, you sat down on the grass admiring the view in front of you a sigh escaping your lips. You took out your precious flute from its confinement, admiring it's familiar features before bringing it close to your lips.

The wind went in through the instrument as you are skillfully making a wonderful melody, letting yourself relax as you pour your emotions into playing your favorite instrument.

The wind took your music throughout the land, as far that it reaches to Wang Shu Inn and it seems to catch the attention of the Conqueror of Demons, Xiao.

He perked up in hearing a tune of a familiar instrument that he hadn't heard in a long time, out of curiosity, he swiftly follow the tune finding himself at Liyue Harbor, the noises of the citizens cover up the music making the Yaksha groan in annoyance, moving to another location that is quieter he once again hear the melody but much more louder and clearer this time.

Now standing on the second highest peak in Mt. Tianheng, he overlooks the port and you.

Sitting on the ground with your things beside you as you play the flute, his eyes linger on your form, you look so small from such a far distance, so vulnerable but yet the melody you're playing silence the voices that haunts him. Deciding that the distance is enough for him to listen to your small performance, he sat on the ground, taking one last look at you before closing his eyes and basking at the lovely melody that you're playing with your flute.

It was a moment of tranquility for the Yaksha, something he hadn't had for a long time.

—A Long but Fleeting Life

[Pairing/s: Zhongli x Reader]

genre: angst

Warning: Character death

[note: A small suggestion, while reading try listening to "Slip Away" by Ruelle.]

Zhongli will out live you.

These words have always been in the back of your head, lock up in the darkest corner in your mind ever since it made it's appearance when your dearest beloved had confessed his true identity to you, he was the Geo Archon, the god of war and contracts, the god of your home, and now your fiance, he was Rex Lapis.

He had lived longer than you, he had seen the world crumble and rebuild itself, he had seen wars, deaths, sorrows, and joys. He was older and wiser than you, had experienced far more many things than you, and he continues to do so with you.

Moments with him were precious, even when it's only the mundane things, from drinking tea at dawn to laying on your shared bed talking about the most random things late at night, every second of it is precious.

Furthermore, those precious moments seem to be playing in your head like a broken film as you hold your beloved close to your chest.

He was suppose to out live you.

The atmosphere feels cold, he feels cold, laying limp in your arms, amber orbs softly and faintly glowing as he stares at your crying ones, each drop of tears that fell from your face hurts him more than the huge wound on his stomach, he's running out of time, how ironic time was insignificant to him before, but now that he was at death's door and about to leave you behind, he wishes he had more time

"Zhongli please..." you beg, you beg him to not leave you, beg him to stay just a bit longer, for your sake.

"I'm sorry dearest" his voice was trembling along with his hand that reach out to your face, cupping your cheeks, caressing them as if they were made of glass, "I couldn't see you in that wedding dress."

You cried harder, held him closer, begged to whoever god that could hear you to make him stay longer.

"Dear Celestia, don't take him away from me."

His hand drop from your cheeks, tired eyelids closing to rest as he slip away from you, you call out his name, once, twice, god knows how many times, hoping- praying, that this is nothing more than a nightmare, that this just an illusion, a lie.

Through your grief, a thought came to light.

Rest, now he can finally rest.

— Late Nights

[Pairing/s: Platonic!Venti x Reader]

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Warning: None

Note: I couldn't fall asleep, so I write. Grammatical errors will be edited in the morning, ehe.

"Shall I sing you a lullaby to help you fall asleep?" Your bard friend suggested after you told him about your little predicament, unable to fall asleep because of your active mind and a wild imagination that scared you enough for you to not be able to fall asleep. How he got into your room? Well, the wind vision bearer bard had heard you through the wind that entered your room as you sigh and complain to yourself about your situation and wanted to help, so he claims, maybe he just wanted to sleep over cause he has no where else to rest for the night.

"That would be highly appreciated, Venti" he smirk upon hearing your reply and immediately took out his lyre to play you a tune, a famous lullaby that every children of Mondstadt knew, familiar words enter your ears that you remember your mother used to sang to you when you were just a little lass, accompanied by Venti's comforting voice that you grew familiar and fond of.

Your body instantly relaxes, your eyes growing drowsy with every word that spills from the Bard's mouth, you grew sleepier and sleepier until your eyes grew tired enough to close, your body sink into the comfort of your mattress whilst your consciousness drift off to dreamland, finally getting your rest.

Venti ended the lullaby and placed his lyre aside, to cover you up with your blanket that protects you from the cold of the night, quietly he stare at the tranquil expression you wear as you sleep.

"Sweet dreams, (Y/N)"

“Listen closely: the only time it’s too late to change yourself is when you’re dead. Until then, you’re simply making excuses or lying to yourself.”

— Unknown (via meineluft)

Hey, I got a wallpaper here if y'all want :3

ALSO MANIFESTING FOR EVERYONE WHO WANTS KAEDEHARA KAZUHA (楓原万葉) 🙏🙏🙏

GOOD LUCK EVERYONE! <3

~ 🍃 anon

Thank you for sharing this! Kazuha wallpaper for those who want it~

I've been seeing quite a few of Kazuha/Xiao/Reader poly, what do you think it would be like?

Ooh that’s a rare trio. If we’re talking about in a canon setting, it’s kind of odd (at least for me since i mostly stick to canon lores) but in the idol au, kazuha and xiao do get along well especially in terms with their darling.

They’re both calm and reserved and dont often get into arguments when it comes to your affection. I guess you could say they’re equal and it’s a healthy relationship with you three. When it comes to pda, kazuha will give you compliments with his flowery words and xiao is more comfortable with just holding hands. But kissing and hugs should be more in private cuz it might cause an uproar that xiao is dating someone.

There are few speculations that kazuha maybe dating you but others just think it’s a platonic relationship which kinda hurt him. But for the sake of keeping you out from the paparazzis he just goes along with it. Your two boyfriends do their best to keep you safe as well as make you comfortable and give you enough love and attention while they work.

When they’re performing, there are times the two will give you a small smile and look at you while they sing which really made you so giddy and flustered. Your support and presence makes them want to thrive their best to give you the best performance you’ve ever seen from 4nemo

if only

[Pairing/s: Teru Minamoto x Reader]

Genre: angst?

Warning: swearing, unrequited feelings fufu.

Note: I don't know where I'm going with this, all I know is I want a Teru angst.

Of course it wasn't you, and you know it can't be you but it still hurts like a bitch. You lay on your bed staring at the ceiling as you try to process what Minamoto Teru had said earlier when you asked him for help in rescuing Aoi and finding number 7.

"He likes Aoi-chan," though after his words he play it off as a joke but you know he meant it, you knew deep inside your guts that he meant it, from his body language to the way he looked when he said those words.

"It makes sense now, but Akane-kun wouldn't like it," turning to your side you hug a pillow and hid your face in it, drowning yourself in your thoughts that is slowly being filled with insecurities that you had pushed away before.

"If only I was smarter or maybe prettier, would he-"

You stop yourself before you could even finish, cause deep down you know he still wouldn't look at you or see you the way he does to Aoi- because you're not Aoi.

If only you were Aoi...

"What am I thinking, I shouldn't even be thinking about that" You sigh getting up to grab your phone on your nightstand, scrolling to your social media to distract yourself from your thoughts.

"If only the mokkes were here, I might feel a little bit more better" you mumbled, heart stings from the lost of a friend and the reminder of your unrequited feelings.

"If only Teru likes me..."

Honestly I don't like it but whatever.

UHM- How the heccc are these pictures of the same person??? Someone explain???

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun Volume 15 Promotional Arts

“It’s embarrassing now that someone’s mentioned it…”

@me whenever I see them together

irises 🌿 genshin headcan/nons

rie’s note : i was supposed to write this yesterday, then my body and brain really said “no♡”, that i ended up falling asleep, might make a part two of this for the other boys, but who knows, i also hope albie isn’t too ooc here :’D

characters : diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo.

pairings : diluc x gn reader, kaeya x gn reader, albedo x gn reader.

genre : fluff.

warnings : spoilers from the manga/story quest.

summary : how do their eyes react when they see them and what do they see in yours?

irises mini-series - pt. 2, pt. 3.

vast, ruby, and volcanic are his irises.

often holding blankless eyes, as he minds his own business on wherever he went and whatever he does.

the loss of his own father figure, that one person he’d swore to make him proud, became like this. everything he had planned, was broken on that very day, he can recall as if it just happened yesterday, nightmares hunted him ever since then.

settling his eyes on your figure, those eyes glow every single time, bringing life to his.

a campfire in those eyes that burns brighter with your accompany, the heart that he shielded from everyone, was broken down by you, yourself.

seeing the innocence in them those small pupils of yours, warmed his, those barricades that he built, were broken down by you, again.

he didn’t mind nor did he try putting the bricks back up, for you unknowingly break them down as many times as you can.

welcoming it with open arms, he let them down and absorbed every single piece of you.

icy, sapphire, and atlantic are his irises.

one can never tell what does he actually feels, his voice alluring all of people in mondstadt, he isn’t the ‘the top candidate for grandson-in-law’ for nothing.

always founded sitting at the tavern, in the time where most people should be asleep, drinking wine. eccentric, way different from his stepbrother. never once speaking a word of his background nor past.

when he sees you with your friends, he founds himself sauntering his way to yours.

he enjoys making you flustered on the smooth-talking way of his, making you throw a couple of soft punches to his chest.

though you never saw the way his eyes gazed towards to yours of the way it sparkles, too occupied at your actions.

oh, if only you weren’t dense, he’d be willing to maybe open himself up more.

finding more pleasure in teasing you, implying that he may want to be more than friends.

logical, calculating, and oceanic are his irises.

life revolving around alchemy, looking for the truth and meaning of this world everyone live in for so long. exploring every scientific possibility, with the assistance of the two of his apprentices, timaeus and sucrose.

often in the snowy mountains of dragonspine, rarely had he talked to people as he is too invested on his experiments. if there was a topic that didn’t catch his eyes, he’ll become cold.

when his green-haired assistant brings you in, he founds you…endearing, in a strange way that he couldn’t put a word off.

the blonde finds his way of often asking for your help, finding you a very fascinating person to be with.

his younger sister, klee, who had a habit of causing trouble every now and then, he would scold her for being reckless. and there was you, comforting her with gentle eyes that affects something in him.

dozens of many questions flash through his mind, what are these feelings is he experiencing?

finding it strange, he sought more for it, maybe with your help, he can puzzle these together. he’ll also sketch lots of images of you.

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Number 6 / Shinigami is following under the Minamoto Clan’s orders to be Sumire’s caretaker.

“Now, relay this message to the head of the Minamotos”

Clearly they have some huge involvement in this child sacrifice fiasco. But what really caught my eye was this;

The beads that are wrapping around not only his neck, but around his whole body. Do they look familiar?

They’re identical to the beads that Teru used to bind his victims. He did it to Kou to keep him from getting involved in his fight with Hanako, and he used them again on Akane after the Clock Keepers arc.

I strongly believe that Shinigami is being controlled by the Minamoto clan to follow their bidding. For what reason exactly, we have yet to find out. But regardless, it’s becoming clear that the Minamoto clan is not as innocent as we may have thought.

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