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King and Queen of Liyue part 3 🌌☄️

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Happy Thanksgiving 🍗

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stupid baby and his ugly water cup!!!!!!

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Neuvillette sketches

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You may spank it

ONCE

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🏛️ Happy birthday Kaveh!

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mother🤲

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mama's boy №2

an addition to version with kaeya

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M♡RNINGS WITH U —ੈ✩‧₊˚

SYLUS X FEM!READER

spending a morning with sylus after a “tiring” night, you see a side of him that makes you fall in love all over again.

note: this is inspired from this card, ugh i’m so obsessed with sylus already. he’s giving sweetheart but only behind closed doors 🥹

!! SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE !! MDNI

the suns warmth dawned upon you, the tall glass windows displaying the fresh morning light right onto your eyes. you dug your head into the soft pillow. the events of last night has left you still extremely fatigued—and a bit sore—however the sound coming from the kitchen has you sprawling out of the comfort of sylus’s king sized bed.

slipping on one of his button ups, you make your way out of the bedroom only to he greeted with the smell of freshly baked pancakes. still groggy, you rub your eyes as you make your way to your snowy haired lover. his concentration for the food was cute, you admire his dedication of plating the breakfast. his hands despite being slightly calloused, was delicate with placing your favourite fruit on top of his morning masterpiece.

“where’s the chef?” finally speaking up, you wrap your arms around his waist. and as if on instict, he reciprocates your sweet gesture. his arm brings you in allowing your cheek to press against the side of his chest.

“i dismissed him, wanted to make you breakfast today…plus I get alone time with you.” voice still raspy from waking up, he places a kiss on your forehead. you squeeze your embrace more tightly around him, loving every second you’re having right now.

“there breakfast is done, help me set up the table?” he asks, eyes now fully on you. you can see the slight shock on his face, yet sylus recovers quickly by putting on a prideful smirk. you look at him confused,

“what is it?”

“you’re wearing my shirt.” you look down then back on him smiling, with a small giggle. feeling a little mischievous you respond to his remark with a kiss on the lips, before turning away to get plates.

however you’re stopped with sylus grabbing you by the waist and pinning you against the counter.

“sylus…” he’s inching closer, and his smirk is more sly. his hands are creeping up your waist from underneath the oversized shirt, sending goosebumps up your spine.

“mm? yes my love?” his soft lips are now centimetres away, and your face is extremely red. and before you could exhale one more shaky breath, his lips gently meet yours with so much need.

your hands grip his own shirt tightly, knuckles turning white from how hard your grasping it. sylus only takes this as an initiative to bring himself closer to you, smiling through the kiss.

despite the neediness from it, it’s slow and passionate. his lips softly melding with yours, he pulls away for a quick breath before placing quick pecks, not wanting to stray from your intimacy.

“sylus.. mmf—! breakfast!” with failed attempts to push him away, his pecks only trail from lips down to your neck where clearly he’s already marked in a few areas. he’s just so obsessed with you, he seems to never ever get enough of you.

“breakfast can wait.. how about dessert instead?”

@omiiuvz || 07.08.24

©️ all rights reserved. do not copy / plagiarize my work.

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mahjong game 🀄

this is probably the most detailed thing ive ever drawn i feel so insane,, keep reading for some of the details you might have missed!!

first the shelf:

1st layer: shenyu and ganyu framed childhood pics

2nd layer: suspensus somium mechanism (furniture from xianyun's sq), the cloud retainer pet, the windmill thing from xianyun's trailer, the one she gave ganyu

3rd layer: scrolls and books one of them labeled "baby pics"

4th later: sunglo tea (the tea xianyun bought during the lantern rite event)

the side of the shelf has postcards from chenyu vale, and the kite shenhe and ganyu made leaning on it

ganyu dlsu grad pic AHJKSDF its a chinoy au now,,

for the calendar, there's no reason why i chose september 2023,, its just bc its the only reference i could find for this type of calendar. also the date encircled is sept 7 which is chongyun's birthday (重云 is written on it)

shenhe on the lower left corner bringing them tea, a fan is on the lower right corner. a vase of glaze lilies instead of guizhong huhu sorry

i tried my best to make the game as accurate and detailed as possible, ping is winning only waiting for the 三萬 tile (which is the one xianyun is discarding), ping also has a kong which is more points afaik (ty for the info poppy <3) mountain shaper is losing bc he has no consecutive tiles or 3 tiles of a kind. zhongli and ping also have flowers which also gives them extra points. this is all based on how me and my family would play mahjong so if its not accurate,, idk HADFAJSDF also i didn't count all the tiles bc there are 144 and i want this piece to be detailed but not THAT detailed,, anyway THAT'S ALL <3 i spent around 3 days working on this it's kinda insane.

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loaf

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I’m stated wuthering waves….hhghh what a grave mistake…

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Imagine

After hundreds of years, since you've died, Zhongli's wedding ring breaks.

He has taken great care of it, but time thinned it out, for he has worn it every day since you two have pledged yourself to each other. He's heartbroken, his voice wavering, every time he looks at the imprint it left on his ring finger. The band was well worn, worn with pride and solemn, but now nothing more than a mark and reminder of your wedding.

And once again, he's lost a small bit of you, that he misses so dearly.

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re: halovian neuvillette. he (and focalors and perhaps furina) should be able to sunday's thing, the "keep your traitorous tongue in check or suffering immeasurable will befall you"-type thing. there's no threat like this very eloquent and also real kind of threat. do you see the vision

Iirc halovians has like... mind powers of some level right? So halovian neuvi should be able to do it too

Anyways i misread this prompt and drew sunday neuvi instead hfhdhjss

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Honestly, big fan of how fucking Weird™ Neuvillette is

He can't do small talk for shit, his idea of a pastime is standing soaking wet in the rain with no umbrella, he'll infodump cool water facts at you given half the opportunity. He's the adoptive father of several dozen(?) immortal kids. He's a lawyer. He's inexplicably talented at making pottery.

He's somehow simultaneously the coolest and the lamest person in Fontaine

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after-shower hair-care | boyfriend!wriothesley x fem!reader

wriothesley blowdries your hair after you take a shower. (he's hopelessly in love with you).

(´• ω •`) ♡ the only fem pronoun in here is 'ma'am' <3

you sit between wriothesley’s knees, head slumping into his lap as he cards his fingers through your hair. the blow dryer is warm and so are his hands as he dries the damp strands, fingers gentle as he massages oil onto your scalp. you’re drifting in and out of sleep, stirring slightly when you feel his hands move to caress the curve of your cheek. 

“my turn, babe.”

you shuffle, turning to face him, vaguely noticing that he’s tied your hair up in a claw clip. 

“wrio…” you mumble, pressing your cheek against his thigh. “m’ tired. later.”

“nuh-uh,” he says, eyebrow raised. “i want my hair done too.” 

you wrap your arms around his waist, eyes shut. he smells like your peach body wash. 

“but you’re so comfy.” 

you can’t see the smile on wriothesley’s lips as he puts his arms on each of your shoulders and shakes. 

“wriothesley!” you exclaim, his laugh contagious as you brace your hands on his knees. slightly dizzy, you look up at him as his body shakes from laughter, eyes gleaming. his hair is still damp from the shower, a towel around his neck as he holds a blow dryer in his hands. it doesn’t help that he’s not wearing a shirt, either. “you-” 

a blast of hot air in your face. your mouth drops as wriothesley turns the blow dryer on max, turning the heat down after he remembers your complaints about how hot the blow dryer gets. 

“don’t go falling asleep on me, pretty.” he says, tilting your chin up. “or i’ll blow dry your cute face.”

“wrio-” 

he cuts your words off with his lips, ever so gentle as he kisses your complaints away. he pulls away and your dizziness is back. 

“i’m gonna get you back.” you pout, getting up to trade places with him on the bed. “i’ll show you what these fists taste like.” 

“yes, ma'am.” wriothesley salutes. you groan. 

“oh god.” you look down at him as he sits on the carpet between your legs, his legs crossed lazily as he bats his eyelashes up at you. he hands you the blow dryer. “you were into that, weren’t you!” 

“i’m into you.” wriothesley corrects. he’s incredibly smug. you hide behind your palm as you blush, biting the inside of your cheek as his hands gently remove any obstructions from your face. “let me see your pret-”

you turn the blow dryer on max. 

“oh, i like you.” wriothesley says in between his laughter, turning so that you can focus your attention on his hair. “love you, actually.” he corrects. 

“love you too.” you say, ruffling the black and gray strands of his hair. he places a kiss on your knee. you pause before kissing the crown of his head. 

you continue blow drying his hair, towling the strands occasionally. wriothesley’s thankful you’re so focused on his hair that you don’t notice how warm his face has gotten, nor his crimson red cheeks as he blushes into his palm.