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so uhhh i don't really have any interest in writing on tumblr anymore?? not at the moment anyway, and if i were to come back it'd probably be with brand new blogs. i write pretty much exclusively on discord now, so mutuals if you wanna write with me hit me up there or ask me if you don't have me added already.

i most likely won't be using my current blogs anymore, if my lack of activity wasn't already enough of an indication. i just don't have as much time to keep up with running blogs or even for writing in general, so keeping it in servers/dms has just been 700x easier for me lmao. i'll leave everything up because i couldn't bear to delete all my headcanons and you might still be able to contact me here from time to time but uhhhh discord is your best shot right now

mutuals can have my twitter too if you'd like to follow me/keep up with the only real public social media i use anymore lol

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     i can’t stop thinking abt chongyun openly and casually displaying a bite mark on his neck from razor and just. not even thinking twice abt it

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     every time a commission makes me go back to dragonspine i die a little inside

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ᴄʀʏᴏᴛʜᴏʀɴ​:

rosaria’s already taking a drink, savoring the wine & the warmth it brings before setting the glass back down. of course, his words make her roll her eyes before giving him a teasing smile.  ‘ you don’t hear me asking to open up a tab here, do you? i was paid before i came here, diluc. i’ll only have a couple of glasses, maybe three. i don’t care for getting drunk. ‘

          ⚔ // as little as diluc partakes in the drink himself, he remains pleased to see others enjoying his wines--he is, if nothing else, a man who takes pride in everything he does, and wants to do it well. taking over his father’s business is no exception, and his near monopoly over mondstadt’s wine industry is a testament to that.

          “maybe three, you say?” he repeats incredulously, flashing a brief smirk, “well then, sister, if you decide to stay for a third, that one will be on the house.”

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ᴄʀʏᴏᴛʜᴏʀɴ​:

she’s straightening up on the barstool, a barely noticeable smirk tugging at her lips when she reaches for the glass of wine. rosaria had nothing to do, so why not get a drink at the tavern & bug him at the same time.

‘ i do what i can, diluc, ‘  she gives a light shrug, fingers taking hold of the glass & bringing it to her lips.  ‘ me needing something? never. i finished the work i had earlier & i wanted a drink. besides, someone around here has to keep you on your toes. ‘

          ⚔ // “i see,” he observes, hands lifting from the countertop to join before him, fingertips kneading into his left wrist absent-mindedly as he looks her over briefly before turning his gaze out toward the rest of the tavern’s guests, “so you’re merely a patron of angel’s share tonight, then. i suppose that means you’ll be paying for your drinks, since this is an informal meeting.”

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ᴄʀʏᴏᴛʜᴏʀɴ​:

pale hues watch him as gloved digits tap her cheek, her expression unchanging when she takes a quick glance at the door to the tavern.  ‘ i’ll remember to cause a fuss outside before coming in next time. would that be enough of an announcement for you? ‘

          ⚔ // her response earns a scoff of a laugh--and a hint of an amused smile--from darknight as he moves to stand before her, placing a full glass of wine on the bartop before resting his fingertips against the polished wood.

          “i would prefer a more formal advance notice, but i’ll suppose i’ll take what i can get. do you need something, rosaria, or did you just come down to say hello?”

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ᴄʀʏᴏᴛʜᴏʀɴ​:

‘ can it truly be considered a surprise with how often i come here? or are you just that busy this evening? ‘

          ⚔ // “i’m busy most evenings,” he retorts flatly, hardly even sparing her a glance from the bar despite how he begins to pour the woman a drink, “but especially so when i have visitors dropping in unannounced.”

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          ⚔ // “and to what do i owe this... surprise visit?”

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     the fact that i haven’t gotten to write this man yet is a crime ):

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Send to get a kiss from my muse!

Add 👀 to give my muse the kiss, instead.

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 🖤 for a neck kiss Send 💚 for a familial kiss Send 💙 for an accidental kiss Send 💜 for a platonic kiss Send 💛 for hand kiss Send 💝 for a a kiss on the forehead  Send 💞 for a dip kiss Send 💓 for a cheek kiss Send �� for a kiss on a wound Send 💔 for a bite on the lip Send 💘 for a kiss goodbye Send 💗 for a good morning or goodnight kiss Send 💕for a deep, passionate kiss Send ❣️ for a kiss that conveys an emotion Send 💖 for an anniversary Send 😍 for a kiss in greeting Send 🤜 for a punch in the kisser Send 🍝 for a food-based kiss Send 💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice

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ʟᴜᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ​:

                  HE DIDN’T THINK ANYTHING OF IT, AT FIRST. things like nips between mates are common to him. razor has been, of course, learning what chongyun is comfortable in their time since pairing, it’s taken some time and talk (the latter being the hardest, razor still finds talking hard to do but for mate, he tries) but they’ve gotten on the same page as far as touch goes. 

                  which he’s thankful for, razor didn’t think he could last long without subtle touches here and there. a rub of foreheads, touching his knuckles with calloused fingertips, feeling the softness of his hair. razor craves it, touch a constant reassurance that everything is ok. 

                 it’s just a natural progression, he thought as he held the other in his arms and nestled comfortably against him. mouth was right near the other’s shoulder, a perfect place to mark, and he didn’t think twice about baring his teeth and giving a soft nip. he notes almost instantly the change in his partner, though. a little bit tense, hands moving to hold his arms. he pulls back all at once, worry in his expressive features because maybe that was wrong? should he have asked? he should have asked. 

                “i’m sorry!” he chirps, “it just…normal. for me. mates bite to leave mark. show others they paired,” he glances down between them, wondering if he should let go now. chongyun hasn’t pulled away, and he’s not talking about that… condition thing he talks about. maybe it was still ok?

                 “i won’t do again.”

          🧿 // the moment razor’s reaction becomes averse, chongyun is quick to squeeze his hands gently and lean in just a little bit closer, shaking his head with a soft huff of a laugh. his cheeks burn a little bit hotter but he isn’t afraid, much more composed than he would have been in the past under similar circumstances--perhaps he should have expressed his confusion a little more carefully, made it more clear that he genuinely just wants to know what the gesture means rather than suggest he might not have been okay with it, but they’ve been working on exactly that.

          “no, it’s okay,” the exorcist reassures softly, offering his mate a warm smile as he leans forward to press his forehead to razor’s, nudging him gently, “i didn’t... dislike it. i just want to understand what it means. and... i like your answer. you can do it again... i-if you’d like.”

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          🧿 // “it’s... too warm out here. couldn’t we find somewhere cooler to spend time?”

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     hey

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my muses are really trying to stir and i might actually write a bit later

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❝If I had known it was your birthday, I might have thought of a different gift.❞ Lumine begins, eyes flitting to the side sheepishly. Festivities around the harbor had, admittedly, distracted her enough that she had more or less forgotten about the tradition with chocolates until it was almost too late. ❝But, ah, Paimon and I made these for friends we’ve made along the way. Happy birthday, Beidou.❞ She smiles, extending the bag of chocolates towards her, a bright red bow. front and center.

          ⚡ // “hahah! oh, traveler, i wasn’t expecting anything of you either way--i’m surprised you even found out the date! did one of my men let you in on it ~?” crux captain’s grin is wide and toothy, amused and perhaps a little bit charmed by how coy lumine is over the act of giving her a gift. the strange outlander could have come to her with nothing but her kind words and beidou would be pleased simply to see her new friend on her special day, after all.

          lifting her hands from where they rest upon her hips, the woman reaches out to accept the gift offered to her with one hand and swings the other arm around the blonde’s shoulders, pulling her in close to her side with another boisterous laugh, “thank you, my dear friend! if you’re not too busy with the festival, you two should join me and my crew on my ship tonight--there’ll be a feast of fresh seafood, and i’d love to share it with you!”

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     i literally can’t stop beidou from being a little bit of a menace in every interaction she has

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"how fortunate you are to have been born on a celebrated day such as this," ningguang huffs, fingering the parcel in her hands. before she could rescind it out of spite, the tianquan hands it over. "happy birthday, beidou. happy valentine's day as well, i suppose."

          ⚡ // ningguang has always tolerated her, to her credit, but it isn’t as if beidou hasn’t earned the tianquan’s ire with her constant bending of the rules. when the geo mage sees fit to be nice to her, even begrudgingly, the captain can’t help but find the means to appreciate how she goes out of her way to keep some degree of good faith between the two of them, especially when ocean lord herself has come to look forward to her meetings on dry land with liyue harbor’s most talked about figurehead. as surprised as she is to be presented with a personal gift, this gesture doesn’t seem like a fitting place for beidou’s usual aloof jokes meant to prod and tease the tianquan--no, sincerity is more appropriate here.

          smiling warmly, sailor reaches out with both hands to carefully accept the parcel with a nod, fighting the hint of a blush that threatens to dust across her features. “thank you, ningguang,” she’s gracious in her thanks, but it isn’t long before that playful spark is in her eye once again, lips parting in a sly smirk, “would you like me to open it now, or would that be too embarrassing for you ~?”