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thanks again for doing my request, i really appreciate it!! :)

-drunk 🐈‍⬛ anon

Hey there, I figured I could update you about the remaining request: I don't forget about it! Earlier this year, I could begin to write for it, and I would say at least half is done 🤔

Like I said back then upon receiving it, it's gonna take a while to do, due to its sensitive theme, and I consequently don't want it to be low-effort 😅 (there's also the fact I'm not an actual writer/author, so, if inspiration isn't there, then I unfortunately can't do much about it other than try again later...)

Although, one part of the late can be simply explained by doing your other requests first, before that one... So, thank you for your patience, and I hope to complete it soon enough. Until then, please take care 🙏

PS: I still accept requests, so, if you have any, then feel free to send them 😺

Happy Birthday, Amber!

See? Told you there would be lots of Anemo Crystalflies here, hehe!

As an Outrider, it's definitely my job to lead the way to these hidden spots!

Wait, do you smell something...? Ah, it's buttered pancakes! Did you make these yourself? They even look so cute!

Here, the hardest-working master chef should get the first bite!

ocean eyes

You’ve never seen the ocean. Kafka introduces you to it.

fluffy as fawk, recycled the idea from that fic but it’d be like a prequel technically, 2.3k words

A/N: couldn’t stop thinking about kafka loving the sea she’s made for me atp. title only makes sense because of the other fic lol

The sea breeze washes over your being, it caresses each strand of hair and softly touches your skin like gentle hands cupping your cheeks. You feel it in your ears, a sound you’re hearing for the first time; its warmth seems to enter your lungs and clear it of past impurities with every inhale, and you wish to take a deep breath to keep it inside your chest forever.

The sensation leaves you immobile. In front of you, the ocean. A myth come true, its beauty rivaling Idrila’s. It’s vast, bigger than your mind can comprehend even after so many years spent traveling the cosmos, and a deeper blue than the sky it’s reflecting. Water has never been so alive, with waves crashing on the shore and currents on the horizon, you are facing an entity larger than life. Its depths create and harbor life that you won’t ever get to see. Your mortal eyes can only perceive a fraction of it, so small and significant. You didn’t think it was possible for water to kiss the sky, having the proof before you fills you with wonderment. Among it, some strange feeling nestles in your throat. You stand as it curls around your vocal cords and leaves you mute. Words are useless in front of something so grand, you realize, they fade away as if they've never existed at all. You lose yourself in cold blues and the occasional whites of flying seagulls, in salty air that quickly becomes your favorite scent, and you can’t speak for a long moment.

Lithe fingers, laced with your calloused ones, tighten their hold on your hand. It takes a couple blinks to tear your eyes away from the boundless sea, and you turn to Kafka’s fond smile. She’s watching you, drinking you in like you’re the precious sight and not the limitless expanse of water on the coast. A thumb swipes over the crease of your eye, lingering at the corner for a second too long, and you realize she’s wiping a tear away.

“Oh,” you exhale softly, bringing your free hand to your face. Your cheeks are wet with silent tears and you sniffle as you wipe them from your skin. “I didn’t even notice.”

“What were you thinking about so intently just now?”

You look back at the sea, an ache in your throat. The sun hides behind thin clouds and paints the world in soft colors.

“I was wondering if my planet was ever this pretty. I wish my mother could have seen it.”

Your home world fell victim to a Stellaron, like plenty throughout the galaxy. It dried most of your rivers and evaporated many of your lakes, transforming seas into lands full of sand. Water was a limited resource and a tedious thing to acquire. You remember stumbling on a picture book with various shades of blue filling some of the pages and asking your mother about it. That evening, she explained the ocean to you; never-ending, deeper than mortals can comprehend and filled with creatures your childish mind could merely compare to alien life. You thought she was making stuff up, maybe embellishing a mundane truth, but she spoke of the sea with the same tenderness she used to tuck you into bed. As you grew, you understood that it was longing in her words, a deep desire for something she would never experience in this lifetime. To you, it felt pointless to yearn for something she didn’t know; your mother was born long after the Stellaron infected your planet and spread its cancer to the roots of your world. You didn’t understand how this desire was born, where it came from. Yet, in her eyes resided a wistfulness that was only extinguished the day she died. She left the waking world longing for the sea, and memories of her constrict your chest as you stand at the edge of it.

Kafka hums, pivoting to face the water. A gentle silence settles between you as you watch the waves rise and fall on the shore. Her bare palm is warm against yours, it grounds you to the sand beneath your feet. Seagulls make a grating sound, you discover, but even their squawking can’t ruin the view before you. You feel a sudden restlessness to touch the water, to have it envelop you entirely until you feel yourself disappear in it as if absorbed.

“Can we go in the water?”

Kafka smiles. “Sure.”

Your hand slips from hers and you step out of your slides, sinking your toes into the hot sand of the beach. Sand is something you’re familiar with, it reminds you of your mom and your broken world. Comfort fills you with every step towards the waves. Kafka follows beside you, used to the sights and the sensations. She comes here every summer, but this is the first time she’s brought you along. You understand why she’d want a place like this all to herself, it brings forth a sense of serenity best enjoyed in solitude. Or, at least it did, before. Before experience brought you closer.

You hesitate somewhat once you reach the water. Your feet are submerged in it and suddenly its vastness becomes a little terrifying. Kafka walks in further until she’s standing waist deep in the water, circling hands creating ripples around her. She turns to face you with a silent question on her stretched lips.

“…I don’t know how to swim,” you confess uselessly, prompting a chuckle out of her. She knows that, obviously, since you’re unfamiliar with large bodies of water.

“We can stay on the shallow end. Don’t want you drowning on my watch, I’d get in a lot of trouble with the others.”

Kafka holds out her hand. You take it with some reticence. She brings you close enough for wet fingers to squeeze your waist affectionately. Her easy expression makes you at ease, she seems different on this planet, more carefree. She’s not wearing her contacts and her ponytail is lower than usual, its tie looser around her long locks of hair. You’re privy to a side of her you had no idea existed and you’re honored by the trust she puts in you.

“Nice, right?”

“It’s cold,” you reply, looking down at your wobbly reflections.

“Mm, I like it.”

You dip your hands beneath the water and turn your palms to the sky. Algae brushes against your calves as you move around. Kafka lets you explore, head tilting back to face the sun. You venture a bit further until your neck is the only thing sticking out of the water. Impulsively, you squeeze your eyes shut, pinch your nose with two fingers and sink into the water. Every sound is muffled in your ears, and in the darkness everything is pointless. This is different from a shower or being caught in the pouring rain, you feel light. weightless, insignificant. You wonder if that’s what your mother longed for, this freedom to be anything and anyone, drifting through the boundless sea. You emerge with a little gasp, rubbing the water out of your eyes before blinking them open.

You’re careful not to stray too far from where Kafka is drinking in the faint sunlight. Her eyes are closed when you glance back at her, chin tilted to the heavens. Her shoulders have turned a rosier color from the sun and her dark, backless bathing suit contrasts beautifully with the clear ocean blue. You walk towards her, flicking your wrist to send water flying her way. Her brows twist for a second before she looks at you with a small smile. Kafka always smiles a lot, more often than not to unsettle her opponent or prey, but there’s a softer edge to the ones she’s had since you arrived on this planet.

“What do you usually do here?” You ask, moving closer to her.

“Float. Wanna try?” Kafka holds onto your waist when you’re close enough to reach, pulling you towards her. “I can show you.”

“I don’t want to drown.”

“You’re not going to drown.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Kafka playfully rolls her eyes and takes hold of your chin with a few fingers. Her gaze follows the movement of her thumb across your jaw, then flicks up to meet yours.

“I wouldn’t let you,” she says, leaning in to press her lips on yours in a soft kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as her mouth slowly moves against yours. She pulls away after a moment and looks at you. “Do you trust me?”

“At times.”

“Well, trust me now.”

One of her hands is placed on the small of your back to support you, the other gently guides you onto your back by applying pressure on your chest.

“What if I float away,” you say, a tinge of panic enveloping you, and you grab her wrist to stay upright.

Kafka can’t help the amusement on her face. “To where?”

“Far, I don’t know.”

“Would you miss me?”

You pout. “It’s a valid fear to have.”

“It’s really not.”

“What if I float to the deep end, then it’s too late to come back and I drown because I can’t swim?”

Kafka looks at you for a moment, eyelids lowering and an amused smile on her lips. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at you like she’s thinking of something funny.

“What?” You ask, eyes narrowing.

“You killed three flying beasts twice your size at once, last week. You're scared of a little water?”

“Fuck you,” you try pushing her away, but she only presses you further into her with her arms around your waist, a laugh escaping her. “There’s nothing little about the fucking ocean.”

“Relax,” she drawls, “it won’t work if you’re tense.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.”

Kafka curls a hand around the back of your neck and suddenly brings you closer to capture your lips with hers. Her head tilts to kiss you better, and you can’t focus on anything but the sweet kisses she presses against your mouth. Your wet hand trails up her spine, causing droplets of water to slide down her back. Your lips part to deepen the kiss when her tongue swipes over your bottom lip. You forget the argument, your muscles relax as her chest touches yours, and by the time she pulls away with a soft exhale through her nose, you almost forget your surroundings. You chase her lips as she leans back, planting a few more chaste kisses on her mouth. She indulges you for a minute, the fingers on your nape tightening their grip for an instant. You’re breathing heavier when she separates from you for good and smiles.

“Now, let’s try it again, mmh?”

Kafka teaches you how to float in the water with firm hands and occasional teasing jabs to which you would respond if she wasn’t the one standing between you and drowning. In the end, you spend most of the day at sea, learning how to keep water from going up your nose without using your fingers and the basics of swimming. Your fingertips are pruned hours later as you emerge from the water. Kafka’s still under— you bet on who could hold their breath the longest— so you dive back beneath the surface as quietly as you can. She calls you a cheater afterwards, but you distract her with wet, slippery kisses.

You’re drying yourselves on the beach as the sun sets below the horizon. You sit on your towel next to Kafka, who’s reclined on her elbows. Her eyes are closed, not a crease between her brows, and her head is tilted upwards. Before, you thought she was sunbathing, but now the temperature is slightly lower than this afternoon and the sun is no longer visible in the sky. You think perhaps she’s simply enjoying the sound of the waves and the salty air like you did earlier. It’s funny, she hasn’t told you what this place means to her; it clearly holds some sort of significance if she returns to it annually. Her way of revealing herself is unconventional at best and a little clumsy, like a fawn taking its first steps. She presents you the sea, this part of her she keeps hidden from everyone, and says nothing else. You watch the lines of her nose, the curves of her lips and their pretty pink color. Her face is bare from any makeup, her hair loose and her expression so relaxed she might’ve been asleep. She’s beautiful. You’re no longer gazing at the ocean, though you feel a familiar sense of wonder as you observe her. Your heart is light in your chest and you suddenly understand how your mother could yearn for something she’s never experienced before.

Kafka’s eyes slowly blink open. She tilts her head to meet your stare with a smile, and you long to love her like your mother longed for the sea.

“Let’s stay a little longer.”

You nod. Your limbs move before you can stop yourself; you straddle her waist, sitting on her lap and snaking your arms around her back. Kafka lets you bury your nose in the crook of her neck, using a hand in the sand to support the both of you.

“What’s that for?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice as you breathe in the smell of the sea on her skin.

“Nothing,” you lie, pressing a kiss to her skin.

Your mouth trails up her neck to her jaw, tasting salt, and Kafka hums when you kiss her lips. It feels different to kiss her after getting acquainted with the ocean because you finally have something to compare the weightlessness that overwhelms you with each of her fervish kisses. A hand tangles itself in your hair, pulling you closer until she reclines on the ground and your body follows without missing a beat, lips locked.

You pull away to breathe in, only slightly, reveling in the sensation of her hand up your back.

“You’ll get sand in my hair,” Kafka mutters into your mouth.

“I’ll wash it for you.”

On a deserted beach and with the sea as your witness, you kiss her until the moon ascends in the sky and the waves grow stronger behind you.

i see! :0 it's interesting reading about why people like the characters they do, i like her for a lot of the same reasons. you'll be glad to know that i think miko is supposed to be in the current genshin event! she's in the art for it at least so she should turn up at some point.

HAHA no-bell prize got me, that's a good one. people sometimes tell me i overuse my knock knock jokes, but i say don't knock it till you try it 😎

-🐈‍⬛

Are there any other different reasons in your case, if I may ask? 👀

Indeed, I noticed her too, although I ought to finish the 2.2 story quest in Honkai Star Rail first (for spoilers' sake), before focusing on that music event 🤔

But Itto's there, and even if I may not be a huge fan of him, his EN VA is always so good though 😊

Perhaps it's also just that only a few select people have such a refined taste for dad/Cyno jokes 🗿

their words comfort you. it doesn't matter if you're tough or strong, or if you're prone to the pain and the struggle, they'll comfort you no matter who or what you are.

they'll hold you tight like never before, whispering either comforting, loving, and careful words to you or true and genuine words of wisdom for you to take and use for later on. whether you sob in their arms or feel their embrace in silence— or if you spill everything you've been holding in, they'll take you into a kind hug and let you do what you're comfortable doing.

never do they force anything out of you, nor would they ever force you to be silent in their embrace. their comfort is for you, and while they hold you, it's their job to let you feel comfort in their arms. forcing you into anything simply wouldn't do any good for either of you.

though, if you wish to be left alone, they will let you alone— albeit after asking a few times if you're truly okay with the solitude. they want you to know that they care, and they'll show it by respecting you, your boundaries, and what you want and need.

it doesn't matter what struggle or struggles you've faced or that you're facing. they'll be there to comfort you when needed, and they'll give you the proper space when necessary. they care about you, and they'd also love for you to know that.

so, no matter what, there's always a place for you to go, whether that be in their arms or by a window in the solace of night where either storms or stars hang over the sky, they'll care about you, regardless of where they are or where you are.

– your faves / comfort characters.

New character list expansion

Hello people,

I can now write for the following characters 👀

Genshin Impact

Clorinde

Keqing

Shenhe

Honkai Star Rail

Sparkle

March 7th

Tingyun

As always, please check the rules/main post first before you submit a request, and have a nice day/night 🙂

Character Teaser - "Yumemizuki Mizuki: Dining on a Dish of Dreams" | Genshin Impact

The yumekui-baku feeds on dreams.

As the fork descends, she pierces through the trapdoors you've passed, the thorns you've touched, and the tempests you've faced.

Layer by layer — until she uncovers the softest "delicacy" and presents it before you.

"Ruan Mei doesn't know love"

wrong. her name comes from her parents who both died. her love for desserts comes from her aunt that bought her desserts as a child, from the treats her mother would give her after a research expedition. her love for traditional theatre comes from her grandmother's love for it. her character was born and woven with love, her very essence is a woman so deeply loved by her family that everything about her is an embroidery of these aspects.

her apathy is a direct result of this love being ripped away from her, with the death of her parents and feeling she had failed them. she is traumatized and doesn't want to feel she has failed someone ever again. and so she doesn't allow herself to get attached. but she still shows love. she shows it in remembering Stephen's favorite treats, she shows it in hand embroidering a charm for asta because she mentioned how pretty it was, an argument could be made that she shows it in the SU with her occurrence.

this isn't even a deep character analysis, this is all just... explicitly written out in her backstory

Using this opportunity to thank and link the person, who gave me the writing experience thanks to which I could begin my tumblr adventure 😊

Masterlist

Hellsing

Alucard

Alucard Being Affectionate

Alucard x Reader That Has Feet Disability

Alucard x Fledgling!Reader

Dad! Alucard

Jealous Alucard

Alucard Cuddle Headcanons

Alucard x Carefree!Reader

Alucard Falling In Love

Alucard x Reserved!Reader

Alucard x Playful!Reader

Alucard Relationship Headcanons

Walter

Jealous Walter

Younger!Walter Relationship Headcanons

Pip

Pip x Military!Reader

Pip x Witch!Reader

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The Arcana

Muriel

Muriel x Plus Size!Reader

Nadia

Nadia Headcanons

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FNAF

Freddy

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

Freddy x Crushing!Reader

Plushies Of Them!

Reader In A Wheelchair!

Reader With Chronic Pain

Freddy x Pregnant!Reader

Glamrock Freddy x Nightguard!Reader

Glamrock Freddy x Tired!Reader

Glamrock Freddy Hug Headcanons!

Monty

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

Monty x Shy!Reader

Monty x SASSY!Reader

FTM! Reader

Monty and Teen!Reader

Monty x Technician!Reader

Plushies Of Them!

Monty x Pregnant!Reader

Chica

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

Plushies Of Them!

Roxy

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

Plushies Of Them!

Daycare Attendant

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

FTM! Reader

Moon and Extrovert/Introvert Child!Reader

Plushies Of Them!

Reader In A Wheelchair!

Reader With Chronic Pain

Sun and Moon x Pregnant!Reader

Sun/Moon x Security Guard!Reader

Sunny x Autistic!Reader

Sunny x Artist!Reader

Sunny and Extrovert/Introvert Child!Reader

Fanfic

>>The Lost Child // Part 1<<

>>The Lost Child // Part 2<<

>>The Lost Child // Part 3<<

>>The Lost Child // Part 4<<

thank you for doing my request! :-D the rick roll at the end made me laugh 😭 that sounds like something i'd do. also, i'm so hyped that black swan is added to the character list!!

i hope you're well :-D

-🐈‍⬛

You're welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it! ☺️

Great minds think alike, it seems, if you rickroll people as well 😏

Speaking of Black Swan, last night I received a request involving her, so, she should show up soon enough here 👀

I am, thanks, I hope you're well too! 😊

Back to work after some weeks of vacation, though in parallel to your request, I also started writing something involving Lumine... Let's just say the anime short about the siblings came at the right time 🗿