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When He’s Sick

I imagine that when Aventurine falls sick, he tries to hide it or brush it off to not seem weak. He’s used to putting up an arrogant and smug act to hide his inner vulnerability, and nothing makes him as easily vulnerable as sickness. 

When you volunteer to take care of him, Aventurine will tease you for it. However, a part of him can’t help but be cautious about your intentions because he fears you’ll take advantage of him when he’s so weak. 

Little by little, you prove to him that your intentions are pure. You simply want to help him feel better with nothing in return. The concept of doing things selflessly is foreign to Aventurine, but once he feels the gentle touch of your palm against his forehead as you feel his temperature, he finds that he really appreciates it. 

While he’s sick, you treat him with more care than anyone had shown him before in his entire life. You cook him soup and bring him medicine, regularly change the towel on his forehead, and even fuss about how comfortable his pillow feels so he can get the best sleep. 

He’s never been taken care of in such a loving manner. He’s been trying to fill a void in his heart all these years with gambling and other material riches, but something as simple as being looked after when he’s at his most vulnerable filled that void more effectively than anything else. 

For this reason, Aventurine grows extremely attached to you while you nurse him back to health. He’ll use every trick in the book to get you to stay with him a little longer, asking you to sing or read him a story to fall asleep (even though he doesn’t need it), or pretending to feel too weak to eat so you’ll spoon-feed him his meals. 

He’ll try to act sick for as long as he can because he doesn’t want you to stop taking care of him. Once he’s gotten a taste of what real love is like, he wants more. You’ve worked your way into his black heart, and he won’t let you go.

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another victim of "it looked way cooler in my head", but oh well! anyway, it's been a couple minutes since I last drew Silver, I'm clearly past due. 🗡️

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Theory Time!

This is very dark but given that Malleus clearly has been educated about the crimson flowers / firelotuses and considering how sad and angry he looked telling the others about them I could bet they were used in the war by the humans to try and kill his people in Briar Valley.

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Punishing Gray Raven Character Promo Images Pt. 2

Part 1 Here

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HI GUYS WAKE UP QU(and more) WALLPAPERS ARE HERE

MY QUEEN SHES SO PRETTY

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so. i found out where the fandom get its delicious official art from(i love cn servers for this)

here’s some of the official arts i found that i dont think are being circulated about the fandom as much. TIME TO UPDATE YOUR WALLPAPERS GUYS

enjoy

this is like one of the rare times i appreciate knowing chinese. the chinese wikis>>> they have so many high quality official arts. and all the fanart is also linked to it. there are some upright ones for phones too

yall dm me if theres a particular chatacter you want i have some more downloaded(but its mostly the guys)

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Thinking about how Lilia got a Ghost Marriage card for seemingly no reason even though he didn't really play a central role in that event until you realize that Ghost Marriage was ultimately about a guard pining hundreds of years for his princess even after death 🙂

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Thank you for everything, Lilia.

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Earring

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Lavern 🐦‍⬛ *delusional**

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Playful Land SR cards ✨

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Playful Land SSR cards ✨

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summary: once you stepped in, he knew you were his world. notes: i <3 isagi sm

isagi was an average person.

he've been told brutally by what was supposed to be his friends that he he didn't neither look that attractive nor that bad. at least an acceptable looking guy.

his grads were normal, nothing above the usual B nor anything less than it. he didn't get a top of student once because there will always be that one subject that'll manage to put him in his place every time remaining him he wasn't that special.

he had a ordinary house. nothing much of big or fancy house, nor something too poor to live in. and his parents were the usual housewife and the hard working man who keeps his family well fed.

there was nothing special about isagi yoichi.

yet you still see him as he was the brightest star in the sky.

it's kinda of embarrassing to admit it, but he always had a thing for you. ever since the first year. that day you helped him before his head was a few inches from the ground, holding him by his back. you particularly saved him from being embarrassed that day.

he was sure you stole his heart as well that day.

because ever since than he had never been so in love with someone. no it wasn't a misunderstanding of liking, he loved you. sure call him cheesy but he could sower that he never had a those feelings for anyone in his life.

he knew he was in love with you when he couldn't sleep thinking of you.

he knew he was in love with you when he would start writing your name randomly on his notebook.

he knew he was in love with you when the teacher asked him to answer a question when his eyes and mind were busy admiring you instead.

but he never toke a step.

he never talked to you.

he never approached you.

he loved you in silence. and he was planning to stay there. in the middle, where someone like him belonged.

needless to say that isagi genuinely thought it was a prank when you confessed your feelings to him. him? the same guy that received a total 0 chocolate on valentine?, with you? the girl that had half of the school head over heels for you?

if anything he was caught off guard that you even noticed his existence. him out of all the people that were on your feet.

and how could he ever dream about saying no to you.

life was different since then.

instead of usual cold hands, yours was there to warm it for him, to remind him he was there, that you were there. you two were a thing. his untouched lips were always met with yours, he'd take any chance to feel them against his over and over, he remembered how shy he is when you two first kissed but now he shamelessly asks for them every day. like they were his oxygen that brought his heart to it own beat.

instead of one bare of school shoes on his front door it was two, it's you when you came to visit his home. regardless that his parents adored you. specially his mom, she taught you how to cook kintsuba for him. you told him that you were willing to learn new things if that made him smile. and he just fell more in love with you.

instead of going back home alone, it was you warping your arms around him while the wind smothered the both you. it was illegal for two people to ride the same bike, yet for him you were worth it. your warmth on his back making him all giddy and fussy on the inside.

instead of going with his friends out, he went out with you more. name it; karaoke? multiple times. a cafe?; at least once in two weeks. the park?; twice a week. practice?; you're always there, it's a daily thing.

is it possible that he just keeps on falling in love with you each day?

he loved you on your good days and made sure to add more love the bad ones. you'd never look 'ugly' to him, you could wear the most hideous thing ever and he'd still think your breathtaking as ever.

and the cherry on top all of that, that you loved him the same.

you loved him when he failed miserably at making you chocolate on valentines day and you still ate it with a generous smile, he's the clumsiest person to ever witness yet you'd still look at him like he dose no wrong.

you loved him when he blew his chance to the nationals. you held him gently while he buried himself in your welcoming embrace. he cried and cried wetting your shoulder with tears. yet you still run your fingers through his hair lovingly, your smothering voice mumbles comforting words. you let him know that you were there for him even at his worst times.

even when he hesitated to approve the 'blue lock' project thing.

"I don't know, babe." he said hesitated while his grip still around the paper taking a look at it from time to time.

"come on, yo! it's your chance." you told in pure excitement like you were the one who got the letter. it made him intense in joy how happy you looked for him.

"i just don't want to be away from you." he admitted. the words leaving his mouth uncontrollably.

"oh- don't be clingy now. I'll get mad at you if you wasted this." you huffed trying to look anywhere near angry despite the red that spread across your face at his honest words.

isagi sighed, he was doomed the second you knew about this project. he could never resist you.

"only if you company me there."

he hated this.

he didn't like the people here. he didn't like the food. he didn't like the smell, and he definitely didn't like the frustration feeling after losing.

he wished he hugged you tighter when you two were saying goodbye. he wished he had hidden your picture on the aquarium date more unseen before it was taken. now he gotta rely on his brain that was a ball instead. now thinking about it that long-10-minutes (breathless) of his lips against yours was definitely not enough, he wished he kissed you more.

he knew this is his dream, his passion. yet he still missed you terribly. he bet that anyone here was willing to hear his rambling about his theories and noel noa as much as you, god. you didn't even like soccer that much yet you still put up with him managing to ask questiond there and here to prove your interest. he missed you so bad he could cry.

even nagi and barou complain about him repeating a girl's name in his sleep, at least nagi was complaining while barou threatened to cut his tongue if he kept that up.

he already got here, he proved himself. he got rivals, he spoked some unnecessary words that you'll definitely get mad over him for it. he got stronger and somehow wiser, built his own character and slef-worth from the start.

that definitely did not mean that'll leave you in his shadow, if anything he wanted you by his side when he becomes the best striker. the world cup in his hand and you in his mind.

he'll make it happen. he'll make that dream come true.

gotta do part 2 for the return (✿ ◕‿◕). (have a nice day everyone)

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lyney x [sixth fatui harbinger!] reader

: ̗̀➛ content warning: gender neutral reader, light violence (bullying lyney) writer’s note: originally intended to be a longer piece but here we are <:)

“So all this time,” Lyney spoke through gritted teeth, hands balling up into a fist so tight, it had his knuckles turn white, “the supplies and aid you expended to the people of Fontaine—to “Father”—was all just for your own selfish goals?”

“Well, when you put it that way,” you say, unperturbed by the weight of your actions, “I suppose it does make me that much more of a cruel person. But the way I see it, we all got the things we wanted in the end, no?”

He could only scorn at your words, watching carefully as you walked past him.

“Fontaine was saved from that dreadful prophecy, its citizens live to breathe another day, and I…” you pause for dramatic effect, finding great humor in your seemingly pointless act, “I get to leave with the Hydro gnosis in my possession. I dare say, I’m quite content with the way things turned out. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Just as you turned to glance over your shoulder, Lyney had instantly switched into combat mode, charging at you, cards in hand and his pent up anger and frustrations ready to unleash. You can only sigh and commend him for continuing to fight a battle he has already lost. In swift, yet elegant movements, you swerved to the side, avoiding his oncoming attack and with his back now to you, striking him with the hilt of your sword you had summoned moments ago. The sudden force upon his back knocked the air out of him, causing him to fall to the floor, cards now scattered about.

The sound of Lyney’s coughs and gasps for air echoed throughout the dead of night, the secluded streets of Fontaine bearing no witness but the millions of stars and glowing moon above. But even they could do nothing. Sheathing your sword away, you eyed Lyney’s figure on the floor one more time before turning to walk away, your footsteps beginning to recede.

“You don’t have to do this…” his hoarse voice reached your ears, making you halt in your steps. Behind you, Lyney slowly pushed himself off the ground, his breathing steadying once more and coughing now minimal, “As a harbinger, your loyalty falls to the Tsaritsa…just like everyone else. Having the gnosis in your hands is no different than when “Father” had it.”

“My loyalty? Falling to the Cyro Archon?” you repeated, suddenly laughing in mockery, “As a Fatuus Lyney, you should know very well that the harbingers operate on their own agendas. But what you may fail to realize is that my agendas extend to a reach far greater than you could ever begin to fathom.”

Once you turned back around, Lyney had already managed to stand up on his own two feet again, and one of his hands clutched to his side. Even in the predicament he was in, he remained resolute, violet eyes locked onto you in a piercing gaze. From the start, you knew Lyney to have an unshakeable character. He was the kind to see things through to the end, no matter the outcome of it all. It was that unwavering determination that had you interested in him in the first place.

In addition to that, he had a knack for magic, performing the most riveting of illusions in the grandest of places like the Opera Epiclese, to more effortless tricks in the bustling streets of the city. You can recall the countless times in which he would make objects disappear and then reappear with just the snap of his fingers. Though simple in style, it was rather impressive nonetheless.

Initially, you had planned on avoiding any direct confrontation with the magician. Gifted with the talent of perception, you figured tangling yourself with Lyney would lead to him seeing right through your intentions and your operations being exposed in broad daylight. It posed too much of a risk; one you weren’t willing to take. Yet despite such constant showcase for his cunning and astuteness, it also exposed the shortcomings that remained hidden behind the magician’s viel. One you had discovered far too quickly during your preliminary investigations of him.

“You say my duty is to the Cryo Archon. To help her rebel against the great thrones of the Heavenly Principles.” you say, gazing up to that familiar floating island in the sky that seems to hauntingly tower over the lands of Teyvat, “A fool thinks themselves to be wise but it takes a wise one to know themselves to be a fool.”

“So are you saying that the Tsaritsa is a fool?” Lyney questioned.

“I’m saying she doesn’t know any better.” you corrected, crossing your arms across your chest, “None of them do. That is why my loyalties lie with no one but myself.”

© keroppikazu [dividers by @cafekitsune]

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inumaki dump (mostly from summer 2021)

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"Wrio."

"Mm."

You try to shake his shoulder, the task made infinitely more difficult by the fact that his entire body weight was crushing you to the bed. All those stupid muscles he has (and that you normally admired quite a bit) betraying you into staying for just a bit longer.

"Wriothesley," You hiss, still trying to nudge the sleeping man off of you.

"Oh, pulling out the government names now, are we, sweetheart?" The bastard murmurs into your shoulder, voice raspy from sleep. His cheeky grin brushes the skin and makes goosebumps erupt on your flesh.

You try to fight him off now, less worried about startling him now that he's clearly awake and clearly making a point to not move. If anything, Wriothesley's arms curl tighter around you, making you wheeze. For the second time in the span of five minutes, you curse him and those stupid muscles of his.

"Wrio, get off me, you ass," you growl, squirming in his hold, but he just chuckles. "I told Sigewinne I'd make pancakes with her. You're going to make me late!"

His head pops up then. Bleary eyes meet yours, and you're close enough to see how the color shifts between grey, blue and green in the light of the room. You've always had trouble pinpointing the exact shade of his eyes and now is no exception. The shift of colors has always struck you as beautiful, has always managed to capture your attention.

"How cold-hearted of you to want to leave me over a stack of pancakes. I should have you thrown in prison for that."

You snort, managing to uncurl on of his arms from around your body, getting to work on the other. "As if–– we both know you're gonna snatch some of them up, dearest."

"Well, I won't deny it."

The moment you get free of his hold, you roll out of the covers and the bed, dodging Wriothesley's grip with practiced ease. He playfully scowls at you from under the sheets, looking like a maligned puppy.

As you walk out the door in your pajamas, you blow him a kiss that he catches with one hand. You laugh. "I'm eating your share if you take too long to get up, dearest!"

Just before you lose sight of him, you catch sight of the middle finger he flashes you from under the covers as well as his soft, fond smile.

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📝 Passing Notes | Silver x Reader

>> requested: no >> a/n: happy birthday @cupids-chamber!!

>> masterlist: diasomnia >> summary: silver asks you for the notes >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): short :3

>> silver taglist: @tulipluvlettr | @strawberry-hyacinth | @oseathepebble | @wisteriainslumber | @epelys | @pastelmages | @xphantasmagoriax | @atlasnessie | @divinesapph | @ze-maki-nin | @silly-ez | @flqyd-is-lost | @savanaclaw1996 | @queerlordsimon | @kyraxiyn | @rayisalive