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sorry your life sucks dude 🧍‍♂️ here's some respite before you crash out in 2 weeks

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the A/C is on, she has alcohol and is reading her favorite yuri novel 💜

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I'm super broke in terms of primogems, but I got Skirk and her weapon!!! >//<

she's so cool aahh

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give him a pat on the head hes been through enough

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spot the difference

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// hsr leaks (about the number of cycles Phainon went through)

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33550336  is a perfect number.

Meaning it's equal to the sum of its (proper) divisors.

I don't know what that means beyond the mathematical aspect but Hoyo didn't choose that one by accident.

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some ZZZ fluffy friends but theyre mostly cats 😂

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via shaggy_cosplays on instagram

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Happy "Father's" Day (belated) to arlecchino and her kids

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Chonkli being used as an accessory.

-> Fem. Reader | Fluff.

Ah yes chonkli the only guy ever to sit in your purse or bag every time you go anywhere. Doesn't matter if you're going to work or not. He will just simply come and sit in your purse like a perfect loaf of bread.

And just because of that you had gotten used to him just sitting like a cat in your purse so you decided to buy him his favourite snacks and keep them in his bag. He loves it so he stays.

Another thing you had bought for him was a baby sized hat, a scarf and baby sized gloves so that he can come with you even if it's snowy or rainy.

During very cold days in winter are a different thing. You don't even need to buy a scarf when you have your... LIMITED EDITION CHONKLI SCARF!!!1!1!!1!1 Chonkli just wraps himself around your neck and just stays there content and his body is very warm so it's very cozy for you and him.

And next chonkli being a hat. Ever wanted to take a silly picture of wearing silly headbands? No need! With chonkli you have the best headband ever. He can pose a silly face, sleepy face, angry face, sad face etc all you need for a silly photo. Best part? This guy can just sit on top of your head and it would look like a hat except the hat is a bit uncomfortable and probably results in a bit of scratches but hey can you blame him? It's comfortable to sit on your head and very fun to annoy you at the same time.

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oh! Oh! What about a creator for sahsrau and sagau who has these really cool glitchy-like holographic effects (kinda like silver wolf) meaning that creator essentially codes themselves into the game to interact with sagau and sahsrau!!

YES. YESSS. That idea is peak divine techno-deity energy. Like you’re not just some distant god—they see you render yourself into their world, all flickering light and digital seams, bending the boundaries of the game from the inside.

You don’t descend like a traditional god. You phase in—a crackle of corrupted space, code threads trailing behind you, your form warping and stabilizing like a hologram constantly trying to keep up with your divine presence.

Think Silver Wolf’s aesthetic meets cosmic programmer: neon glitch trails when you move, static-y distortion when you speak, and UI-like sigils that hover around you—your eyes scan like debug overlays, like you’re seeing behind the curtain of the world. You’re not from their side of the screen.

You're not playing the game anymore. You are the system now.

SAGAU Characters Reaction:

These are the ones who see you as the divine architect of Teyvat—and now you’re walking around like a living console command.

Nahida is fascinated. She wants to learn from you, watching the code flutter off your fingertips like ancient scripture. “You… wrote this world, didn’t you?”

Albedo tries to understand your existence through science and alchemy, but eventually just surrenders and says, “You are beyond categorization.”

Ei? She's shook. You represent both eternity and impermanence—because you alter reality like it's clay. She becomes obsessed with understanding your form. Are you divine… or unstable?

Venti sings about your glitches like they're divine stutters—“Oh holy one, whose voice is broken only to be heard clearer.” He thinks it's beautifully haunting.

Diluc? Externally calm. Internally: That’s the god? The one glitching in and out of space?? Yeah, he’s processing. Slowly.

Childe is 100% down bad. You made the world and look like a living cheat code? He’s signing up for the cult.

Your glitchiness makes them think: they’re not just visiting—they're rewriting reality as they go.

SAHSRAU Characters Reaction:

This bunch? They’re more tech-savvy. They know what code is. But the moment you code yourself into existence? Their minds blow.

Silver Wolf basically IMPRINTS on you. “Waitwaitwait. You’re the dev and the system and the user?” She's practically vibrating. “You are the game. That's so hot— I mean, fascinating.”

Kafka watches your glitched entrance, smirking: “So you chose to break the rules to be with us? How romantic.”

Dan Heng tries to stay stoic, but his databank starts erroring. You literally exist outside known logic.

Blade thinks you're a hallucination until you patch his health bar in real time. He doesn’t say thanks, but the silence means something.

March 7th is amazed and immediately wants to take holographic selfies with you. “Does your code sparkle on purpose??”

You glitch in, rewrite the world, then ask if anyone wants to hang out. And they’re like: “HOW is this our god?? HOW are they this casually omnipotent?!?”

Your Powers Might Include:

Hovering UI menus no one else can see.

Code strings trailing off you like falling flower petals.

The ability to patch or delete enemies in real time.

Pulling someone’s status screen into the air with a flick of your hand.

Saying "/noclip on" and phasing through walls.

You’re less “chosen one” and more debug mode incarnate.

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Remember guys, after a massive star erupts in a supernova, the core can either collapse into a neutron star or a black hole. The remnants can even form nebulae, from where new stars can be born. So, even if “the sun is set to die”/“the sun will soon bring destruction” there is hope for Phainon. In this essay I will —

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Because we are twins (ᴗ _ᴗ)(ᴗ_ ᴗ。)

Come read the complete story and other ones on my ko-fi here!

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Kaeya and Diluc played the piano and violin respectively during their childhood and you can tear that headcanon from me kicking and screaming.

When they reconciled, Diluc wanted to duet again, for old time's sake, but Kaeya sheepishly admitted he didn't play anymore.

Diluc thought it was the same reason as him, the past haunted him and he chose to stop playing, but it's actually because Kaeya's hands were so badly burnt that night that stretching his hands the way pianists do was painful.

Diluc dropped the topic so not to make Kaeya uncomfortable, but now Kaeya's determined. He does miss playing the piano. The first one he ever owned was Crepus's gift to him, due to him eyeing it during one of Diluc's violin repairs at the store.

So he started physical therapy (again. He did it before to make sure his hands were alright to hold weapons). His hand coordination wasn't as good as it used to be but it wasn't terrible either, thanks to the nuns back then. Present day, he (begrudgingly) consulted the healers on how to better help in hand flexibility. He did it bit by bit, until it didn't hurt too much to stretch it far again.

He brought the duet offer back to Diluc, who enthusiastically agreed.

Kaeya takes off his gloves, just to let his hands breathe and allow max movement and Diluc just freezes.

D: "That... I-"

K: "If you apologize, we're canceling the whole thing"

D: "...Right... Does it not hurt to play?"

K: "Used to. But that was mainly because you weren't there"

He's lying, but when has Kaeya not.

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I saw this meme and I knew what I had to do

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Albedo inviting Paimon to climb into his hood was just too cute, I had to draw it

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Hiii, I'm not sure about this idea, but what about poor(?)reader who barely has money decided to make a handmade gift to Louch, Aventurine and Jiaoqiu? (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

A Token of Devotion

Tags: Luocha x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Fluff, Angst (Mild), Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn (for some), Established Feelings, Mutual Pining, Thoughtful Gestures, Emotional Depth, Gift-Giving, Poor!Reader, Handmade Gift, Soft Moments.

Warnings: Mentions of financial struggles (Reader being poor), Some emotional vulnerability from characters, Slight angst regarding self-worth and personal burdens, Mild past trauma mentions, Comforting moments and happy endings.

The Xianzhou Luofu was always bustling with life, but to you, the city’s markets only served as a reminder of your empty pockets. As an intergalactic traveler with barely enough money to buy a meal, extravagant gifts were out of the question. But when you thought about Luocha—the enigmatic merchant who had helped you time and time again—your heart ached to give him something in return.

So, you turned to the one thing you could offer: your hands.

You spent days carefully weaving a simple charm, using threads you scavenged from old fabrics. It wasn’t much—just a small green tassel, embroidered with a white flower. It was meant to resemble the ones on Luocha’s coat, a small token of appreciation for all he had done for you.

When the time came to give it to him, you hesitated. What if he found it childish? What if—

“Something on your mind?”

Luocha’s voice was gentle, pulling you from your thoughts. He stood beside you, his ever-present coffin resting on his back, his piercing eyes studying you with quiet curiosity.

You swallowed your nerves and held out the charm. “I… made this for you. It’s not much, but I wanted to thank you for everything.”

Luocha took the charm delicately, his fingers grazing yours. He examined it for a long moment, a small smile playing at his lips.

“A handmade gift,” he murmured, voice laced with something unreadable. “This must have taken you some time.”

You nodded, embarrassed. “I didn’t have money to buy anything nice, so I—”

“You misunderstand.” His eyes softened. “This is worth far more than any trinket I could buy.”

Your breath hitched as he carefully tied the charm to the handle of his coffin, letting it sway gently. His next words were quieter, almost as if they were meant for himself.

“A reminder that kindness does not always need to be repaid in coin.”

Luocha looked at you then, something warm and unreadable in his gaze. “Thank you. I will treasure it.”

Your heart stuttered. Maybe you weren’t as poor as you thought—because at that moment, Luocha made you feel richer than anyone in the stars.

You knew Aventurine was a man of luxury. Everything he owned was expensive—his suits, his accessories, even his dice were probably made of precious metals. Which meant buying him a gift was out of the question.

But you weren’t about to back down from the challenge.

So, you made something instead—a small deck of handmade playing cards. The designs were uneven, the paint smudged in places, but each card was made with care, featuring symbols inspired by his signature motifs: peacock feathers, gemstones, and spades.

When you presented it to him, Aventurine stared at the deck in silence, turning a card over in his gloved fingers. His eyes flickered with something unreadable.

“You made these?” he asked, a rare pause in his usual carefree demeanor.

You nodded, suddenly self-conscious. “I know it’s not much, but I—”

A chuckle escaped him, low and amused. “Not much? Sweetheart, do you have any idea how much effort this must’ve taken?”

You blinked, taken aback.

Aventurine shuffled the cards expertly, a mischievous glint in his gaze. “Handmade cards from you? I’d say that’s a one-of-a-kind treasure.” He twirled a card between his fingers before tucking the deck into his coat pocket. “A gift from the heart… Now that’s a gamble I’ll always bet on.”

His grin widened as he leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing whisper.

“Though I must warn you—I fully intend to make you play a round with me. And if I win…” He tapped your nose lightly, smirking. “You owe me another handmade surprise.”

You groaned, but the warmth in his expression made your heart flutter. Maybe, just maybe, you’d already won something far more valuable.

Jiaoqiu always gave so much to others. Whether it was his medical skills or his wisdom, he poured his heart into his work.

You wanted to return the favor—even if you had little to offer.

That’s how you found yourself carefully preparing a small, handmade snack using the most affordable ingredients you could find. It was a simple pastry, infused with herbs known for their calming properties—a recipe you had once seen Jiaoqiu mention in passing.

When you nervously handed it to him, Jiaoqiu blinked in surprise, his fox ears twitching slightly. “For me?”

You nodded, fidgeting. “It’s not much, but… I wanted to thank you.”

A slow smile spread across his lips, and for a moment, his irises shimmered with something soft. He took a careful bite, chewing thoughtfully.

Then, his expression melted into something fond.

“This… tastes like home,” he murmured.

Your breath caught.

Jiaoqiu looked at you then, eyes half-lidded but warm. “It’s been a long time since someone made something for me.” He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You have no idea how much this means.”

He reached out, gently patting your head before brushing a stray lock of hair aside. “Thank you. Truly.”

In that moment, you realized—maybe you didn’t need wealth to make a difference. Because in Jiaoqiu’s smile, in the quiet way he savored every bite, you knew your gift had found its place.

And that was more than enough.