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[spookbooh]

How Genshin men would kiss you… Pt. 1

-Mondstat Edition-

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, and Venti.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

~Albedo

Everyone always knew Albedo as a talented alchemist. A master of his art, so to speak. He was respected in a way that a renowned researcher would be held and he deserved every bit of that glory. However, when you met him, the only thing that came to mind was how soft his aura seemed to feel. That gentle voice, welcoming eyes, feathered hair, slim body… it was infatuating how you felt pulled to him.

When you two startled dating, it only got worse. Butterflies every time he came into the room, practically melting at every sweet smile he gave. Before you knew it, he seemed just as lovestruck for you as you had been for him- immediately scouting you out whenever he returned to the city, buying you lunch if you were too busy to do it yourself; It was a side of him everyone else hardly ever saw. He just felt.. like home. His touches were always gentle, as if taking in your every move to make sure he’d never hurt you.

You started frequenting Dragonspine just to see him- the treacherous journey up the path to him was worth it every time, every scold he gave you for coming to him, every small experiment you could help with, every “I missed you”, every cuddle to keep you warm… and eventually every kiss he graced your lips.

It started off as small pecks. Forehead kisses, bringing your bare palm to his lips as if to warm your hands in place of gloves (that he always nagged at you to wear to avoid the sheer coldness of the mountains), he never failed at making your heart soar. You’d never expect him to be such a romantic, and yet he was. You loved him all the more for it.

One night, you had run into some fatui who stubbornly would not let you pass the path you usually took to Albedo, delaying your arrival a full two hours. Albedo had been worried sick, immediately rushing to you when you arrived very cold and very hungry.

“Damn those brutes…” he cursed, praying you were completely alright as he grabbed some of his rations and saved spring water. He tenderly wrapped you in a blanket and sat you by the little campfire in his research area, no longer caring about his work and focusing on you for the time being. He brushed snowflakes out of your hair and gently wiped them away from your eyelashes. Even after assuring him that you were alright, he still persisted on pampering you until he was sure you were 100%.

One moment led to the next, and you found yourself in his arms, his lips on yours. He kissed you softly, one hand on holding the back of your head and the other gently wrapped around your back as you two sat by the fire. The warm air contrasting with the icy breeze into the nook in the mountain was the least bit distracting as everything just seemed to fade away in his embrace.

When he pulled away, his forehead against yours to maintain closeness in this new experience, he let out a shaky breath, a small puff of his warm exhale lingering for a moment.

“I love you, snowflake..” he whispered, and you felt your heart glow.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

~Diluc

Diluc originally hired you as Charles’ assistant at the Angel’s Share. But you always came in even if it was Diluc running it and not Charles. He was (reluctantly) forced to get used to you being around. Even if his cold demeanor scared off most, you never seemed convinced. At heart, you knew he was a gentlemen- even when he used to keep you at arms length. He still does, just not as much as everyone else and you took that as a compliment. Even so, you couldn’t help but fall for him. His crimson hair, those ruby eyes…

You remember accompanying him to the Dawn Winery for a new batch of dandelion wine shipment to the Angel’s Share. All you can remember is the sweet and genuine smile he gave to the head housemaid, Adelinde. It melted your heart and you knew you’d do anything for him to look at you with any expression similar.

From what you gathered, Adelinde had helped raise him and Kaeya from their younger years, so that would explain the fondness. But still, after that discovery, nothing you tried ever got the same result. Bringing him lunch, greeting him with a sweet smile, even hugging him didn't seem to do anything but make his expression tense and cheeks tint ever so slightly. Clearly you had to aim higher.

And so, when a patron had approached you one night while Diluc was serving as bartender in place of Charles, drink in hand and a flirty tone in their voice, you smirked playfully. If you couldn’t get the expression you wanted, you could at least try for a different reaction out of him. You persisted in talking to the drunken patron, holding back a laugh when you noticed Diluc looking over a few times.

After a while, Diluc surprised you by intervening in your conversation. Definitely a more direct response than you had expected but you still felt smug about getting anything.

“Ahem, if you’ll excuse us,” he said with a rather irritated smile before grabbing your wrist and dragging you into the wine cellar. You nearly jumped out of your skin when he firmly grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you against the wall, a shiver running up your spine when you looked up at him. Those usually calm ruby eyes were now infuriated, glaring down at you with a certain twist of jealousy. You shivered and that smug smirk on your face quickly dissipated.

“What the hell are you doing out there?” He said, venom in his voice, though not aimed at you. You stammered, realizing that maybe this was a little more than a meager “reaction”. Before you could say another word, you felt his hand snake around your waist and the other tipping your chin up, sealing his lips on yours. It’s rather gentle despite his clear irritation, but still enough to tell you how he felt on this matter. When he pulled away just to lean into your ear, however…

“Nightingale..” he spoke into your ear in a possessive tone. You could feel your legs giving out.

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~Kaeya

Kaeya was a flirt. You knew that, of course you knew- everyone knew! It was practically impossible with all the compliments he’s given you since meeting you. You figured he did this with everyone, that he did it either as a way to make a name for himself as a romantic interest for the people in Mondstat to gossip about, or just to fuck with people. But after a while, you realized that you were his main victim when it came to flirty behaviors.

It started off normal- occasionally teasing, random compliments, basically all the actions that would be considered an attempt on someone’s good graces. However, it slowly morphed into more than that.

He would buy you flowers at random, and when you questioned him about it, he would just smile and say you deserved it or that you looked like you needed some that day. He’d bring you treats and hold the door open for you whenever you walked somewhere together. He’d even go so far as to have someone deliver a lavish dinner to you on the nights he couldn’t take you personally. It was the smaller gestures that eventually got to you.

A while after this started, you realized that no one else seemed to return his advances. He had earned his flirty reputation early on and no one thought he was genuine (which in most cases, he wasn’t) but for some reason, you felt his actions toward you were different in a way.

Once some nights of pondering had passed, you decided to act on this. Just a small return of romanticism would be fine, right? You were curious to see how he’d react. If he’d try to advance further or just be shocked from the reciprocation.

Your opportunity ultimately came when he came close to you and tucked a strand of your hair back behind your ear, complimenting your eyes and to keep your hair back so he could see them clearly. This obviously made you blush a bit, but almost without thinking, you cupped his face. No leaning in, no backing away. Just a still, soft touch.

His eyes widened a bit and his shoulders tensed, and you seemed happy with even that small of a reaction… but his eyes fluttered, now half lidded as he began leaning close. You nearly had a stroke at this point, now closer than you had ever been. Your breath hitched when he smiled softly, turning his head to kiss your palm before leaning even closer.

“What are you doing there, my lily? Perhaps you want me closer or are you tugging at my heartstrings for nothing~?” He said. You said screw it and met him halfway, straightening your posture when his hands pulled you closer at your upper back to keep your lips on his for a while longer.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

~Venti

Venti was honestly the sweetest guy you’d ever met. There was something so alluring about him that you never quite understood, but you knew it was there, nonetheless. He asked you to go out with him early in your friendship, leading to romantic feelings developing faster than you ever thought possible. He was just so sweet to you, giving you every ounce of his attention with that silly smile you loved.

Often times, he’d bring you up to one of the big windmills in the city, laughing all the way up as you both knew you shouldn’t be up there. Still, the view was too astonishing to see just a few times. He would take you up here almost daily just to spend time with you away from people.

When it came to physical affection, he was practically all over you, keening with that little smirk he always wore, but with a soft look in his eyes that always told you he was genuine. He would hold your hand or bother you for a hug, not that you’d cared. Still, you found it a little strange after 3 months of dating that he hadn’t once tried to initiate a kiss with you- considering how his love language was obviously physical touch. How peculiar.

One night, while up on the windmill balcony, he suddenly reached for your hand and stood up. He smiled as you took his with barely any hesitation. Venti came close to you, scooping you up in his arms before he used the power of Anemo to fly you up to the statue of Barbatos. At first, you yelped in surprise and then in horror as you looked down. Frankly, you didn’t know he could do such a thing.

Venti just laughed and soothed your worries, gently putting you down in the statue’s hands before the Anemo around him vanished as quickly as it appeared. You both watched the sun set, while you precariously watched your footing to hand sure you didn’t fall over the edge of the statue’s hands. After a while, you felt Venti’s touch lifting your head to look out at the city, now glowing in lights as the sun vanished over the horizon and the moon made a grand entrance above. You gasped at the sight, and you heard Venti’s soft laughter of admiration.

“Beautiful, isn’t it Windblume?”

You could barely reply with a yes from being so speechless before Venti took your hands and faced you. The look in his eyes nearly made you melt- an expression like you were the only person in the world for him.

“I’ve been wanting to bring you here for a while… but I didn’t know how you’d react. Do you… like it..?” You nodded, smiling at him.

He also smiled in return leaning closer to you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And with that, he kissed you. It was gentle, sweet. Like you were fragile glass in his arms and he wanted to keep you together. Safe to say, the two of you weren’t going anywhere for a while.

-Written by Booh <3

[hersterical]

Riley is one of the few characters in btvs who is not at all Buffy. He is not a shadow, reflection, or a part making up the whole.

The character he does thematically reflect is Adam (which is literally the only thing about his character that has ever compelled me). And I think seeing how similar he is to Adam made Riley even more desperate to be like Buffy. But the very reason why he could never be a shadow/reflection/a part of Buffy is because he doesn’t want to share and help carry Buffy’s burdens (at least not unless it was on his terms), he just wants to be the hero. He wants to replace Buffy(‘s role).

I will say this, Riley, Adam, and the first slayer were all created unnaturally and are viewed as abominations by both mortals and demons alike but the difference is that the slayers as a whole and as individuals actually learn how to reconcile these two seemingly opposing sides of themselves while Adam never understood humanity and Riley could never understand demons

While I do get why some people would use this as evidence to say that Riley is a part of Buffy, having a similarity to Buffy does not a Buffy archetype make. Because Buffy could never not understand both humanity and inhumanity. She was never given that chance. She desperately fought against this, but we see in season 6 that her demons are as much a part of who she is as is her humanity.

For Buffy it’s about who she is, while for Riley and Adam, it’s about what they are

[leftarmofl1fe]

uhmmmm little thing i wrote for practice...... spare me ive been taking creative writing for approximately two weeks . its about color being gifted his camera

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September 16th. Color hadn’t known (remembered) when their birthday was until earlier that month. They and Ink were chatting it up about Color’s AU when Ink had mentioned the creation date. 

“Since all Sanses were technically born on April 1st, most just consider their birthdays to be the day their universes were created–so: happy early birthday!” They had exclaimed. 

Color couldn’t remember the last time they had celebrated such a thing. There was no time in the void, they nor Gaster could have ever guessed when any holidays were, not even their birthdays. They could only scratch lines into the crumbling pillars of Judgement Hall when a day might have passed–which meant little in the void.

The idea of their birthday coming up scared them a little. They didn’t want to have a party, a dinner, or any big event that surrounded them. It had only been a few months, many hospital visits and psychiatric appointments, as well as way too much meeting new people since they had arrived at the Omega Timeline. Delta was the only person they truly called a friend, and even he could be too much sometimes. They ultimately decided not to tell anybody about their upcoming birthday, but fate had other plans. 

Delta had knocked on their bedroom door, leaving it open a pinch after Color hesitantly allowed him in. But Color could only stare awkwardly and mumble a simple “thanks” as the words “happy birthday” came out of his mouth. 

“A little birdie told me,” He mused, winking. Ink, of course, that blabbermouth. Delta moved to plop down on the edge of the bed, looking at Color for permission first. He was holding a medium-sized box in his gauntlets. “I know we haven’t known each other for that long, and this is gonna sound cheesy, but I value our friendship.” 

Color silently nodded. Kindness urged them to say something nice in return, but they couldn’t find the words. Get to the point already, they thought, practically hearing Patience shake her head. 

“Me and Epic put our money together to get you something. I know you don't like a lot of company, so I didn’t invite him, but he says happy birthday too.” He grinned enthusiastically at Color, who smiled weakly in return. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Color’s flames danced in a green blob, teal teetering at the edges. “You already do enough, really, you don’t have to spend more money on me.”

“I know, it’s just…” Delta continued, rubbing the vertebrae on the back of his neck. “It’s your first birthday here, and I wanted to do something. Here.” 

Delta passed the box over to Color. It was heavy. Not too big, though. A cute shade of pink wrapped neatly in a white ribbon. Just looking at it made Color nauseous. Doubtful, they looked up at Delta, who nodded in encouragement. 

Delicately, Color unraveled the ribbon, slipping off the top of the box and putting it to the side. They felt Delta’s eyes on them as they took out the paper fill, phalanges stopping in their path as Color stared down at the object. The shiny reflection of glass stared back at them, a lens attached to a little gadget of buttons and adjustment settings. 

“A camera?” The quiet words slipped out of their teeth as they stared down at it. “Why?”

“I…see you looking at that photo a lot.” Color turned their head back towards Delta, confusion evident in their expression.

“What?”

“The photo on your nightstand. Your younger siblings, right?” He gestured to the framed photo that stood on its own under the lamplight. The symbol of everything Color had lost. “It's the only thing you put up in here. Everything else was donated.”

Color glanced at the photo, then Delta, then back at the camera they held gingerly in their hands. They hadn’t realized how much that said about them. To think Delta could read them so easily–it was scary. But there was a warmth in every soul inside of Color that started to burn as they listened to Delta speak. 

“I lost people I cared about, just like you, and made it my life mission to help people I couldn’t in the past. But even with my newfound purpose, I still find myself back there, stuck in the past.” He looked at Color. “I see it in you when you look at that photo. Like you’re sucked in, back there with your family, no longer in the present with me. Like I could look back to you and find nothing there.”

“I guess what I'm trying to say is…you seem to value that picture more than you value anything else. It almost traps you. And I was wondering if the idea of taking more pictures like it could benefit you. Give you new things to cherish, to hold dear to your heart like your family.”

“But if I’ve learned one thing in this god-dammed multiverse, it’d be that family doesn’t have to be formed by blood. It doesn’t have to be found in old memories of lost loved ones. And you can find it in the strangest of places.” He chuckled. “You’ve met Epic. He’s weird and crazy, but…he means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. All of the memories I’ve made here are what keep me going. And those are the memories that matter–not the ones in the back of your skull that make you all depressed. Are you picking up what I'm putting down?”

Color was already hugging him. They were burying their face into Delta's shoulder, squeezing their eye shut. Their voice cracked pathetically as they spoke. “Did you have a long talk with Dream?”

“Hah. I wish. You got me all sappy.” He exhaled, wrapping his arm around Color to rub their back. “You need a tissue?”

“You know I can’t shed tears.” 

“Right. Flamehead.” 

Silence. But for once it was a comfortable silence. 

“Thanks...For the camera. It was thoughtful.” Color finally said, retreating to their spot. They looked back at the camera in the box. “I think I’ll keep it forever.”

[emiwritesfiction]

That neurodivergent writer experience where you are suddenly hit by a fanfic idea that you LOVE, but for a show you've only watched once and don't remember much detail on---

---and therefore you now need to rewatch the ENTIRE SHOW from start to end so that you at least vaguely remember what is happening and what everyone sounds like before you can write the fic and it is lowkey torture because I just really, really want to write the fic....but if I do it before I watch the show again, I'll do it WRONG---

At least according to my brain, which sets arbitrary rules but insists on them being followed or no writing is allowed.

Not cool, brain. Not cool.

[reality-detective]

Our greatest enemy may not be ignorance, but rather the illusion of actual knowledge, not based in truth…

People are attached to the lies they think of as knowledge, which makes it really hard for them to take in any new concepts.

It is critical to unlearn almost everything we were taught and go back to a clean slate to start all over again, if we are to awaken to our full potential of awareness.

 

The problem is, that people are attached to all this ‘knowledge’ that isn’t true. It has come to define their ego, their purpose and their existence, so getting them to let go of their established belief system, is pretty difficult and in some cases seemingly impossible!

Unfortunately, there’s still a vast majority of people in that state and those that are, tend to be the overly intellectual, led by a left-brain imbalance.

The left hemisphere of the brain, is responsible for logical and analytical thought, but when it functions out of balance with the right hemisphere, which deals with intuition, creativity, holistic thought, compassion etc, it leads to a world view based on scientism, atheism, social darwinism and moral relativism.

A right brain imbalance is not desireable either, as it tends to result in naiveté, solipsism, religious extremism and slave mentality.

A balanced brain is therefore crucial to our ability to identify truth.

The controllers of the world are well aware of this and that is why their mind control strategy is to keep people’s brain out of balance either way: left or right.

Balance is the key to everything in life and understanding our own brain imbalance is a first step in the instrospective journey that this awakening journey requires.

- Laura Aboli

[pokemonblack3white3]

does Kieran has amnesia? i mean it's gonna be real funny if he only remembers the vgc strats and nothing else

i considered it but I think it's important to his character and arc in this au to retain his memories!

[swallowedintheircoats]

11/19/24

late study night- worked on my thesis all day and then moved to working on the maths portion of my thesis

[akascow]

ive been trying to not be annoying about it but gOD edwin is SO AUTISTIC its great isnt

the way he reacts to hugs? I DO THATTT

the way he reacts to change ie being ripped from their london hq and also having someone new in the group OUGH

UNCOMFORTABLE with ROMANTIC nuances aY?

the way he takes notes about everything, knows a little about a lot of things, memorizes the layouts of houses (lmao?)

immediately gravitated towards niko (autism4autism friendships rise up)

does nOt pick up on social cues, doesnt realize when hes being too cold, uses sarcasm as a way out of situations lol

[lena-thinks-too-much]

chat is this a sign?

[thewhimsicalarchives]

📚 daily reminder: study, study, study 📖

"don't let what you can't do interfere with what you can,"

[illandacheybones]

sigh. i love starting a new fic and ignoring the dozen other work in progress fics I already have🤍

[inbetweencoffees]

trying new methods🕰️

tried the pomodoro technique for the first time today and it worked surprisingly well! I got all my homework and studying done within an hour (unbelievable right?) and even managed to organise my notes. Today was filled with anxiety and a lot of exhaustion from yesterday. My math exam apparently was more draining that I thought and being a ta in the late afternoon didn’t help. Let’s make tomorrow a fresh start.

I��ll now try and see if the pomodoro thing helps with finally getting the next chapter of my fanfiction done, I by now feel sorry for the few readers :‘) exam season and writers block got the best of me. Update, 5:40pm.: I finished the chapter and uploaded it! Woho!

Todays highlight: saw one of my favorite teachers who seemed quite happy to see me as well!!<3

[scrapplescribbles]

guys what do you do when you're between hyperfixations bc i havent had a good intense crippling obsession with any one particular thing for like a month and i genuinely feel so lost 💀

[kate0305-blog2]

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[reality-detective]

I had a burst of inspiration come over me...

I hope you like it 👇

"He Became The Fire"

in the ashes of his past

his name in every flame

a lesson for every scar

he would gladly claim

he was relentless

and he'd never tire

he didn't burn

he became the fire

the world thought he'd break

or maybe he'd crawl

he rose up a shadow

in every single fall

he's a hot fuse

a flame on a wire

nothing to make him burn

he became the fire.

now the wind speaks

of his blackened soul

whistling through the trees

all out of control

where fear once stood

now his only desire

cuz he didn't burn,

he became the fire.

raging through the forest

with fury in his eyes

he was a man reborn

under crimson skies

they tried to bury him

but he wouldn't retire

no he would never burn,

he just became the fire.

Terry Lee - 5/28/2025

This writing is a reflection of my own struggle I went through from 2012- 2015. It wasn't easy but honestly it was the greatest experience of my life. 🤔

[ibetittering]

Fuck all of y'all in Florida how dare you misrepresent my liberal king that man loves women (not in that way) and he would not STAND for this smh