(Oh Sorry, I Didn't Notice Beidou And Lisa Weren't In The List Of Characters You Write, My Bad!)

thinking about comforting robin when she finally allows herself to give into the media’s pressure.

robin’s face is buried in her hands as she quietly sits in her dressing room during a prerehearsal. she’s tired, exhausted, don’t people have some humanity? she not an object, she has feelings. why do they think it’s okay to constantly cross her boundaries just because she’s a ‘celebrity’? for the first time in a while, the singer anxiously bites down on her bottom lip as she feels a lump lodge in her throat and the dreading feeling of anxiety bubbling in her chest.

the door softly opens and you enter inside with a cold water bottle in your hand. your brows furrow with worry when you see robin hunched over on the chair, face tucked in her hands and wings flattened. “ robin, what’s wrong? are you feeling sick?! “ you immediately ran to her side and crouched down in front of her, setting the bottle by her feet. your gaze drops down to robin’s phone on her lap. (e/c) eyes narrows into a squint at the screen showing a familiar advertisement of her. “ huh? “ you take her phone from her lap to read the text under your breath.

“ is robin binge eating. .20 pounds in a—what is this garbage? they have absolutely no reason to put it like that, it was merely a commercial shoot! these fools are so damn miserable, it’s not even funny! “ you hissed, gritting your teeth in anger. then, with a heavy sigh, you begrudgingly turned off her phone and set it aside on the vanity counter.

“ sweetheart, “ you touch her knees tenderly, robin only emits a soft little noise of distress in response. it breaks your heart to see her like this. if robin, who’s a kind-hearted and optimistic person, can get reduced into a depressive state, something has to change. “ angel, “ you call out again softly, reaching out to grasp her wrists. “ look at me, please? “

reluctantly, she removes her hands away from her face. sad jade eyes pools into yours as she casts you a tight-lipped smile. “ i’m sorry, i’m okay. i’m aware that i shouldn’t let things like that get to me but i suppose it’s just one of those days. “ she lies. you shake your head with disapproval, your palm presses against robin’s warm cheek and she nuzzles into it.

“ no no, it shouldn’t have to be like that, you have every right to feel that way. people are just incredibly nasty with no brains in their heads.—“

“ miss robin, “ a male voice calls out, a few firm knocks reverberates around the room. “ it’s about time for—“

you chime, not caring to shadow the irritation in your voice. “ give her 5 more minutes, she’s not ready! “

“ we don’t have time, she have to—“

“ she doesn’t have to do anything! “ you barked, throwing an angry glare at the producer behind the door. “ robin isn’t on your time, she’s on her own time! if i say she’s not ready then she’s not ready! if you have anything else to say about it, i can meet you right outside the door so we can discuss the issue! “

you can hear the man’s sigh of frustration before walking away from the door.

“ like, see? the nerve of him. “ you exhale heavily through your nose and returned your attention back to the stressed singer. there’s admiration in robin’s eyes as your thumb strokes the fleshy area of her creamy skin. “ thank you, my muse. but, i wish you could’ve been a wee nicer. “ she says, a playful pitch in her dulcet voice, feathery wings slightly puffed out according to her better mood.

your lips pucker into a pout. “ not when he’s talking to my woman like that. if it weren’t for you, i’d go out there and—“

robin’s soft lips meets yours in a tender kiss for a short moment. she pulls away and rests a delicate hand over yours on her cheek.“ again, thank you for being by my side, my sweet, you’re like my rock. i’m not sure what i’d do without you here. ” she confesses in a gentle whisper, resting her forehead against yours.

you let out a soft sigh, brushing your nose against hers. “ robin, let’s run away together, away from penacony—just me and you. “

robin holds onto your hand a little tighter, the conflicted look on her face makes the creases appear between her brows. “ i. . truthfully, i wish to leave but. .i haven’t put much thought into it yet. “

you press a kiss to her frowning lips, “ that’s fine. but just know whatever decision you make, i’ll be there to support you. “

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If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

Happy Birthday, Sangonomiya Kokomi!

The strange and fantastical world depicted in this book is truly captivating.

That said, having a day off without being disturbed by the tedium of official duties — leaves me free to browse through some supernatural novels while enjoying this view of the shimmering waves. It's quite a pleasant way of life indeed...

On that note, how has adventuring been treating you these days? Are your stories as plentiful and exciting as the ones in this book?

Since I've got today all to myself, why not regale me with some stories of your own? Look, even this little one's gotten all curious.

hiya, i love ur content!! it brings me a lot of comfort :') this is my first time requesting anything so i apologize if it's a bit awkward!

could you please write aventurine, firefly and/or any other characters you want to add with a reader who's not used to intimacy or gentleness from being conditioned to suppress emotions and therefore always puts on a tough front and reader is also funny and makes jokes out of anything to hide how fragile they actually are? like character is playing with their hair, kissing beauty marks or scars, etc but reader just starts silently crying bc they're not used to it and it feels good?

thank you lots in advance and take your time!! (i once again apologize if it's hard to read or is awkward)

The Weight of a Smile

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Firefly x Reader, Established Relationship, Vulnerability, Emotional Intimacy, Comfort, Gentle Touch, Trauma Healing, Affection, Slow Burn, Supportive Relationship.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, Emotional breakdown, Tearjerker, Past abuse or cruelty, Survivor's guilt, Self-suppression of emotions, Vulnerability and emotional discomfort, Emotional manipulation.

A/N: First off, thank you so much for the kind words! That really made my day 🤭💖 There’s no need to apologize at all—I'm really happy you're here and feel comfortable enough to ask something! And don't worry, it wasn't hard or anything!!

Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling

You were sitting together in his private study, where the usual tension of strategic talk was replaced by an odd quietness between you both. Aventurine leaned back in his chair, a mischievous smile gracing his lips as he watched you attempt to mask your discomfort. You had always been good at keeping up your walls—always joking, always pretending you didn’t need anyone to care for you. But here, in the privacy of his space, something different was unfolding.

Aventurine’s eyes twinkled with amusement, as he toyed with a strand of your hair. He moved it between his fingers with an air of nonchalance, but you could see the subtle attention behind his gaze. It wasn’t unusual for him to make gestures like these—flirtatious, teasing, and unafraid of pushing your boundaries. It was how he played his game, after all.

"You know," he mused, still twirling your hair as though it were a prized card he was inspecting. "This color suits you. Almost like a perfect contrast to my adventurous nature."

You snorted, trying to push the strange wave of discomfort down. “Yeah, well, you’re the one with the roulette-wheel back on your jacket,” you quipped, always opting for humor to cover anything remotely vulnerable. "What is it this time? Risking your life on your fashion choices?"

Aventurine chuckled, clearly unbothered, but the moment he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss near the scar on your wrist—one you had never really discussed with anyone—something inside you shifted. You stiffened, trying to hold onto your usual banter, but it was different this time. He hadn’t just kissed a scar; he had kissed your pain, your history. The raw parts of you that you buried so deep.

His lips were warm against your skin, his usual easy smile slowly fading into something softer. “I’ll never let anything like this mark you again,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, his voice oddly tender.

You felt the sudden rush of emotions you had buried for so long, the weight of his touch and words threatening to break through. You tried to hold it together—tried to make a joke or deflect—but the laughter caught in your throat. Instead, tears welled up silently, and before you could stop them, they began to fall.

Aventurine’s eyes locked onto you with surprise, but there was no judgment, no rush to make it stop. He gently cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing away a stray tear as he whispered, "You’ve always been so strong, haven’t you?"

It was the first time you felt seen in a way that was so unexpected, so gentle, that it made everything else—the walls, the jokes, the front you put up—seem irrelevant. His touch, as light as it was, anchored you in a way nothing had before. You wanted to pull away, to laugh it off, but you couldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, embarrassed by the vulnerability. “I just… It’s a lot to feel. I’m not used to… this.”

Aventurine’s gaze softened further, and in that rare moment, he showed something you hadn’t often seen: sincerity. "You don’t need to apologize for that," he murmured, kissing the top of your head softly, the act far more intimate than you had expected. "You deserve the gentleness, even if you don’t know how to accept it just yet."

And as his arms enveloped you, you finally let yourself feel the warmth of his affection, the touch you hadn’t realized you needed so desperately.

Firefly sat next to you, the two of you resting after another grueling mission. The cool evening air wrapped around you both, and for the first time in a long while, you found solace in the quiet. She had always been a person of few words, but the silence between you felt comfortable—not the heavy silence of avoidance, but one that came with a quiet understanding.

Her hand moved gently to your hair, and you stiffened instinctively. You had never been good at intimacy. Growing up, emotions had been a weakness, and you had conditioned yourself to suppress them. Jokes and sarcasm were your armor, and vulnerability was a battlefield you had no intention of stepping into.

But there she was, her fingers delicately combing through your hair, the simple act of caring something that felt foreign to you. You didn’t know how to respond to such tenderness, and it made you uneasy.

“Your hair is like silver moonlight,” she said softly, her voice laced with the gentle affection she rarely showed. You couldn’t help but chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “Right. And you’re the moon itself. Always glowing, always distant.”

Firefly’s smile was almost imperceptible, but it was there—just for a moment—before her fingers continued their exploration. But as they grazed your skin, near the small scar just behind your ear, you froze. Her touch was slow, deliberate, and strangely soothing. Something about it made your chest tighten, a feeling that you didn’t know how to process.

"You’ve fought so much, haven’t you?" Firefly’s voice was soft, almost a whisper now. She gently pressed a kiss against the scar. “But not all battles have to be fought alone.”

You immediately felt the familiar urge to make a joke, to crack something clever to push away the feeling of her affection. But her words and the warmth of her touch—combined with the quiet sincerity in her gaze—stopped you from speaking. Instead, a tear slipped down your cheek, unnoticed at first by Firefly.

When she saw it, her expression softened. Without a word, she pulled you closer, wrapping her arms around you in a protective embrace. You weren’t used to being held like this, to being shown tenderness that didn’t come with strings or expectations. Your walls, once so rigid, cracked just slightly in the warmth of her touch.

"I'm not used to this," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, and for once, the humor in your words faded. "I don’t know how to… handle it."

Firefly’s grip tightened just enough, not in a possessive way, but as if assuring you that it was okay. "You don’t have to handle it alone anymore," she said quietly. "Not with me."

A silence settled between you two, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. You allowed yourself to lean into her, feeling her warmth seep into your bones. And for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel the need to pretend you had it all together.

The tears you had been holding back flowed freely now, but they didn’t feel like weakness. Not with Firefly there. With her, you felt like it was okay to finally stop pretending.

thank you for doing my request!! i actually tried making dango with my best friend once! ...it tasted like play dough...

these are so cute, i never thought of cooking with navia but now that will be leaving in my head rent free, she'd be so sweet and patient. i love itto's part too, he'd be so fun to cook with!

also fischl's dialogue was so funny, i was giggling the whole time 😭

thank you again for doing my request, i appreciate it :)

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You're welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it! And such lore accuracy, if I may be so bold like a certain sly fox lady 👀

Navia is so precious indeed... As for Itto, it will certainly always be eventful when he's around 😁

And to think that, at first, I found her Fischl persona kind of annoying and thus I never built her... but the moment I found out that her splash art features the same pose as Hououin Kyouma/Okabe Rintarou from Steins;Gate... it was over (even more so after I started paying attention to loneliness traits in characters)

Since that time, I kind of gained the ability to fischl-talk... for the worse, or the better 🗿

Anytime! And thanks for being a regular; feel free to send more requests if you have any (currently onto the latest one you sent, namely the prank war with Yae Miko) 👀

thanks so much for the miko loneliness request, it was so sweet! :)

You're most welcome, thanks for your feedback, I'm glad you appreciate it! 🥺

Feel free to request something again, if you feel like it 😊

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 🙂

Happy Birthday, Furina!

Oops, you're here early. I haven't even finished getting ready yet!

You think my makeup and outfit look fabulous today? Of course, darling Gentilhomme Usher always does an impeccable job.

Since you're here, how about I have them style you too?

This special day is the perfect opportunity for us to make a glamorous entrance~ Hehe, I bet no one will be able to take their eyes off us!

oh no it was totally all my fault 😂 i couldn't get any matcha powder so i substituted it for matcha tea powder, and i couldn't get any rose powder or whatever's it's called for the pink ones so i got rose oil instead. but i tipped so much in the bowl that it was tacky and sticky, so i kept adding more flour to fix it (against my friends advice), lo and behold the pink ones were the most inedible of the three... those were our entry for a genshin meal cook off with friends too, so while everyone else brought smoked chicken and mora meat, all we had to show for ourselves was our multicoloured play dough that had gone all soggy from being in the fridge overnight 💔 fun memories though

YOOOOO YOU'RE RIGHT ITS THE SAME POSE!! i never noticed :-0 el psy kongroo 😌 i'm not really a big fischl fan, but i like the loneliness part of her character too!

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Oh... I see, well, you have a bunch of inspiration now, to train for next time, and noticeably Navia 😉

I never noticed at first, it took me a while... but now it's done, and she's even C6 and built, although more for Physical than Electro 🫢

El Psy Kongroo 🍷🗿