#kazuha brainrot hours

[uplatterme]

i need kazuha to ride me rn.

[erabundus]

❝ CUTE DATE IDEAS: FREE FALLING  ❞ or, hi i commissioned my friend vik for some very pretty kazuren art because the scrunklies occupy a permanent space in my brain.

[m1d-45]

welcome to my masterlist!

if there’s anything you’d like to see, please send in an ask here!

here’s my original take on the logistics of sagau, as well as an update after some more information, and here’s my thoughts on how nations worship.

1k event m. list!

warnings [⏵] : yandere / heavy cultish || obsessive

genre [title] : angst || fluff || hurt/comfort

[ under maintenance ! might be a bit messy ]

traveller from afar — aether

‘I'm saying that I'm having a lot of fun traveling with you… It'd be nice if we could just go on like this forever.’

⏵ a new tomorrow

—⏵ my love, my god

the dark side of dawn — diluc

‘Diluc, of Mondstadt. Not interested in idle chit-chat. If you have things you want to get done, let me know.’

⏵ fallen through

⏵ a fault in the heart [red!]

⏵ tongue tied

windborne bard — venti

‘Perfect timing, Traveler! I was about to ask you — what is your greatest wish?’

⏵ unnamed poem, unnamed bard

⏵ in sickness and in health

⏵ (what about me?)

⏵ stella fortuna

beyond mortality — baizhu

‘Even though I'm the doctor, I've still had to trouble you with my health. How shameful... But don't worry. From this day on, I will take care of you.’

⏵ second chances

leonine vanguard — ga ming

‘If I can guard shipments, I can guard people. Since you seem to trust me, how 'bout I be your bodyguard from now on?‘

⏵ vanguard’s fortune

childe — tartaglia

‘Today was great. See you tomorrow, comrade!’

⏵ under duress

⏵ brainrot

⏵ duality of man

—⏵ inversion of fate

vigilant yaksha — xiao

‘I deal in death. If you cannot bring yourself to kill — speak my name.’

⏵ repentance

⏵ burden to bear

⏵ bird xiao things! (split links)

—⏵ and again, and fanart, and again, and again, and fanart, and fanart, and again

⏵ he who is without sin

—⏵ once more, and again, and again, and again, and again, and fanart, and again, and fanart, and fanart

⏵pari!reader tag

vago mundo — zhongli

‘The market is closed and the port has settled. Go get some rest.’

⏵ sagau!zhongli

⏵ a dragon’s gems

⏵ to dream of the divine

⏵ adorned

pillar of fortitude — ayato

‘Good morning. A little sword practice while the day is young is good for the body and mind. I tend to avoid having anything scheduled during these hours... What do you say? Fancy crossing blades with me?’

⏵ words left unsaid

analytical harmony — heizou

‘Ooh, my goodness, life's really put you through the wringer recently, hasn't it? I can tell. Here, why don't you take a seat, tell me the whole story.’

⏵ the scars, the wound

—⏵ (old) first encounters

⏵ upon a hair-thin wire

scarlet leaves pursue wild waves — kazuha

‘Ah, you'd like to learn the art of the sword? Let me see... Alright — here, take this. It's a bamboo blade I just made. With these, we can practice sparring without having to worry about getting injured.’

⏵ remorse

⏵ in a flash

⏵ the wind knows

⏵ judas

protector from afar — thoma

‘I've figured out what I want to do now. My strength is your shield, and I will always be here to protect you.’

⏵ rain or shine

admonishing instruction — alhaitham

’Don't be offended if you try to greet me on the street and I don't respond. It's simply because I'm wearing my soundproof earpieces, that's all.’

⏵ divine permanence

verdant strider — tighnari

‘What, so this sort of thing needs official documentation now? Okay then... Well, hand over your "friendship certificate." I assume it'll need my signature.’

⏵ opportunities arisen

—⏵ prime fortune

eons adrift — wanderer

’Ask me anything if you want. If a question is interesting enough, I may give you an answer.’

⏵ wandering

⏵ rest

ordainer of inexorable judgement — neuvillette

‘Good evening. I hope you have not encountered any unpleasantness today.’

⏵ for all to see

emissary if solitary antiquity — wriothesley

'Want a tip on how to escape from the Gardes? Just give yourself a name that's really long and difficult to pronounce. They'll be stumbling over your name as soon as they try to announce that you are under arrest.'

pankration

pantalone — regrator

‘Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa is actually a gentle soul. Too gentle, in fact…’

⏵ ink, ink, ink

miscellaneous / multiple

⏵ in excess (ft. zhongli + xiao)

⏵ new hopes (ft. the arataki gang)

⏵ emotions (ft. mondstat)

⏵ the young (ft. your main!)

—⏵ still too young (ft… a lot of ppl)

⏵ plagued (ft. diluc + kaeya)

⏵ reverse isekai drabble (ft. your main!)

⏵ slapfight (ft. a lot of people-)

⏵ mea maxima culpa (ft. zhongli + barbara)

⏵ in the stars (ft mona + your main!)

⏵ replacement (ft. kaeya + venti + albedo + xiao)

⏵ discretion advised (ft. mondstat)

⏵ warmth (ft. every pyro character as of 3.4)

⏵ a soft place to land (ft. zhongli + kaeya + diluc + alhaitham + tighnari)

⏵ constellations (ft. barbara + thoma + heizou + collei + kujou sara + sucrose + candace +ganyu)

⏵ connection (ft. diluc + kaeya + kazuha + albedo + kaveh)

⏵ your shield, a sword (ft. thoma + tighnari + zhongli + alhaitham + cyno + albedo)

⏵ divine favor (ft. yae miko + itto + kazuha + kaeya + chongyun + noelle)

⏵ dead leaves (ft. ..people)

—⏵ new sprouts (ft. chongyun)

⏵ the rule of threes (ft. albedo + his brother)

⏵ darling, my dear (ft. diluc + tighnari + childe + xiao + kazuha)

⏵ sandy refuge (ft. nahida + wanderer)

⏵ dancing soldiers (ft. aether)

series!

⏵ dearly beloved — complete trilogy

—⏵ on broken bones

—⏵ death, rebirth, new life

—⏵ the scottish play

⏵ abiogenesis — complete duology

—⏵ from soil…

—⏵ …was birthed chalk

⏵ secret contributions — complete trilogy

—⏵ small miracles

—⏵ hidden blessings

—⏵ silent conclusions

⏵ spoken across stars — episodic

—⏵ kaeya, diluc, thoma ft. noelle + candace

—⏵ kazuha, wanderer ft. tighnari + baizhu

—⏵ zhongli, ayato, heizou ft. xinqiu + chongyun

that’s all for now! i hope you’ve enjoyed your stay, and wish you the best. if there’s something here you particularly liked, consider letting me know with a reblog or comment; i read every single one and they mean the world. whatever the case: i bid you farewell!

(p.s.: if you spot an error like a link leading somewhere it shouldn’t, a missing post entirely, etc., please leave a reply/ send in an ask to let me know as chances are i will not notice it. thank you!)

— midas

[mwahkazu]

also. do you think kazhua would be ticklish

-rin

ooo ticklish kazuha? rin really out here feeding into my kazuha brainrots…don’t get me started at 12am now…but i mean if you insist—

incoming (ticklish) bf kazuha headcanons:

as for whether or not kazuha would be ticklish, my answer to that question is, yes…BUT hear me out. let me cook👀

he’s very much a words of affirmation and quality time love language kind of guy for a platonic relationship

but in a romantic setting…oh you’re definitely gonna see some physical touch in there

i feel like hands are a big thing for him like he’s always looking to be holding your hand cause he just loves the feeling

the kind to gently kiss the back of your hand, your fingers, and down to your wrist which for you is admittedly kind of ticklish

not ticklish in a way that has you laughing but the kind that just sends a fluttery feeling all throughout your body

and he of course realizes this very quickly. so what does he do?

playfully teases you w/ it of course

you’ll be in the middle of typing something away on your laptop or writing something, fully immersed in your work

meanwhile kazuha is quietly watching beside you, feeling a bit needy because…archons you’ve been at it for the past hour and haven’t fully acknowledge him since he got home aside from greeting him with a smile

he’ll then do that thing of reaching his hand under yours, stopping you in your typing or if you’re holding a pencil, he’ll replace it with his interlocking your fingers letting the pencil fall

“kazu what’s wrong—” begins to kiss your hand painfully slow (in a good way) and softly starting at your fingertips and gradually working his way down and…oh great, now you’ve lost focus

what about him though? he gets all the fun of teasing the hell out of you with those hand kisses of his

you feel it’s only fair if you did the same. so now it’s your turn

you remember trying to subtly ask him if he was ticklish anywhere playing it off as some random question a friend had asked you

but he saw right through you. laughing softly at your strange but cute behavior, “love, are you trying to ask if i’m ticklish or not?”

damn him and his high sense of awareness

guess it’s time for plan b

at random points throughout the day, you’ll attempt to attack him with tickles. when he’s washing the dishes you’ll sneak up behind him and try to tickle his sides

“hm? yes love, did you need something?” nothing.

or when he’s laying down on the couch reading a book you’ll pretend to just walk by and then try to tickle his stomach but he’ll just look at you with that cute face of his like “…?”

“AHHH THIS IS SO UNFAIR! I HATE YOU!” watches you storm out of the living room a bit dumbfounded

dw he’ll come find you later and get you to stop being grumpy with him by offering to cuddle🥹

but then…that fateful day finally came

the two of you were cuddled up in bed, arms wrapped him as he read his book while brushing your hair that was slowly lulling you to sleep

wanting a more comfortable position, you moved your head away from his chest, now nuzzling into his neck

your small warm breaths hitting his neck, the way your nose softly brushed against his skin…his hand in your hair stopped in its motions.

“hmm…why’d you stop?” you frowned, stirring yourself awake as you moved your head away to look at him and that's when you saw the way his cheeks were now dusted in pink

you’ve found his weakness

now go back to those previous failed attempts of yours and replace them with you going up to him and buying yourself into his neck using the excuse of saying you just love the way he smells when he asks what you’re doing

which was a half truth anyways. he does smell good

idk why but i always imagined his scent to be some combination of vanilla orchid with amber/musk and some jasmine to give it that floral edge (personal hc of mine dont come at me yall)

on days when you were feeling extra mischievous you’d litter his neck with feather light kisses that always has him in a blushing mess

mission success! you finally got your revenge on him >:)

but just as you're about to walk away, feeling fully satisfied with yourself, he grabs your wrist, pulling you right back to him

“you didn't think i’d just let you get away with all the teasing you’ve been doing to me, did you dove?”

OOP…sir-?😳

ahem. soo i’ll leave you all with this cute pic of smiling kazu and your imaginations while i go to sleep for the night😌

[simping-impact]

Healing Food from the Heart 💕

Authors note: im not dead im just unmotivated ehe sorry. This is somewhat a crack fic and somewhat a brainrot fic.

Summary: You never realized that carving curry will lead you to learning that you can heal people through food~

Warnings: Cult AU, mentions of blood and injury but it’s not really graphic.

Orange hue filled the sky as you watched in awe at the sunset in front of you. Things have been calm ever since your acolytes found you. You have been provided your own mansion in each nation even though you’d rather stay at a simple little house. Your acolytes take care of all your needs and wants. You have them all wrapped around your finger even though you didn’t really do anything besides just stand there and bleed gold and other stuffs that your body does according to them. Though your acolytes daily friendly competition to win your favor, it doesn’t distract you from feeling a bit homesick.

A comforting breeze was sent your way as the world around you sensed your sadness. You just miss how your life was back in reality. Though there were multiple downs, you still miss those people you held dear to your heart. You wonder if they are worried for you. Are they searching for you? Do they think you’re dead? These questions are left unanswered as you closed your eyes and sighed. As you continued your trip down in memory lane, you remembered that one dish that you make when down. You suddenly craved some homemade curry. You are actually unsure if curry exist in genshin impact but will that stop you? No. You stood up and sneaked towards the kitchen. No one can stop you from your determination but you still need to be sneaky from your acolytes since you are basically banned from the kitchen to “prevent accidents” as Zhongli said. You rolled your eyes as you remembered his voice.

You smiled in and squealed in excitement as you saw no one in the kitchen. Step one of your plan is done. Now onto step two: cooks some good ass curry without letting your acolytes know and finish it ESPECIALLY before Zhongli arrives from his daily rounds. With a goal in you mind and time never ceasing it’s ticking, you went to work and start cooking.

Unbeknownst to you, your acolytes are actually outside the kitchen spying on you. Your little squealed was enough to alert Kazuha, Diluc and Kokomi. The three of them were at different locations and were far away from the kitchen until they heard the faintest squeal. They panicked to see if you were okay but they stopped as they saw how you were smiling as you chopped some onions. The sparkles in you eyes were enough to make the 3 acolytes smile. They were happy that you were having fun cooking. Kokomi was still ready to summon her healing jellyfish just in case any accidents happen though.

An hour passed by and you were happy to see your curry is finished and ready to serve. You were jumping like a kid as the familiar smell hit your nose. There were no time wasted as you instantly gave yourself a serving and ate to your hearts content. It just hits home. Your 3 acolytes on the other hand were mesmerized by the smell of the food you made. They wanted to taste it so bad even though some tried to hide it from their face. But you don’t know they were spying on you and they can’t soil their image to the creator. So they just stood there and watched you.

There was a good few minutes of silence until the front door of the mansion was slammed open and frantic voices was heard in the entrance. You and the 3 acolytes rushed to the sound as it sounds like Thoma and Zhongli. Your guess was correct as the scene in front of you shocked you. Zhongli was gravely injured while Thoma assisted him to the sofa.

“Zhongli what happened!” Kokomi rushed to heal and bandage the wounds that were bleeding. Zhongli grunted as Kokomi bandages his arm first.

“I’m…afraid that i don’t know what happened.” Zhongli said in defeat, hiding from your gaze. He felt as if he failed his task as your protector. It was his task to make sure nothing surrounding your mansion can injure anyone and yet he wasn’t able to detect the danger that caused him to be in this state. The living room was slowly being filled with acolytes as they checked to see what was happening. This only made Zhongli feel more embarrassed as he failed his job. Though he is god and a man of class, he genuinely wanted to kneel in front of you and beg for forgiveness for failing his job. And this feeling was amplified when he saw you turn around and leave the room.

‘That was it. He was done. He failed his job and now he was left by his god.’ Zhongli hung his head low as Kokomi struggles to fix his wounds.

A few minutes passed and Zhongli felt a hand connect with his shoulder. Afraid to face whoever it may be, he kept his head low. But the hand only pat his head in comfort.

“Zhongli come on, eat while it’s still hot.” You said with a comforting smile. “You had a rough day.” You proceed to gather food in the spoon in your hand and inch it closer to his mouth.

Zhongli could only widen his eyes in shock.

‘He wasn’t being abandoned’ is what filled his mind.

“Ah- your grace! Please don’t trouble yourself. I can eat on my own. You waste your energy in trivial matters like these.” Zhongli exclaimed.

“Oh ok with what hand are you gonna feed yourself Zhongli?” You replied while putting your hand on your hips. Zhongli couldn’t come up a reply as he realized that both of his hands are actually broken. You rolled your eyes and fed him even though he kept saying that you shouldn’t feed him. Zhongli gave up somewhere around the third bite when he realized that you are not going to stop until he eats everything. His body relaxed as he focused on the flavors that is in his mouth. It tasted so good that he didn’t notice he was smiling at every bite.

You giggled at his face. “Do you like it? I made it earlier. I’m relieved that you are enjoying the food i made!” Zhongli smiled as the acolytes surrounding him gave him a death stare. They all also want to be handfed by the creator and taste the creator’s food. Zhongli smiled as if mocking the jealous gazes and nodded in your direction. “It tastes delicious your grace.”

Amidst from the silent chaos, Kokomi was stunned at what she was seeing. “Oh? Your wounds Zhongli! They healed in an instant!”

Both of you and Zhongli faced Kokomi and stared at the arm that she was trying to heal. The wounds disappeared as if there was nothing there. Zhongli moved his arm and was shocked that it was also healed as if it was never broken to begin with. With shocked eyes, Zhongli faced you. “Your grace, thank you for healing me.” Zhongli kneeled in front of you. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”

You, in turn, jumped in surprise. “Uh- Zhongli i don’t think that’s me. I don’t have any powers you know-“ you uttered embarrassingly but you were cut off by Kazuha. “No your grace. It was all your doing! You always feed us when we are injured! In fact, you always feed us sweet madames when we are injured.”

You stared at Kazuha as the information processed in your brain. ‘So that’s how they see it’

“Oh…” was all you could say as you remembered the countless eggs and sweet madames you have fed to each and every single one of your characters. While you were in this state the jealous eyes still was targeting Zhongli and Zhongli wasn’t helping the situation as he has this smug smile in his face.

Let’s just say the next few days you had to keep making curry for everyone who went back to your mansion injured in many ways you didn’t realize was possible

[jinkicake]

So I was this REALLY hot gorou comic before my Twitter refreshed to for the next few days

puppy boy is front and center in my brain😔 hear me out!! It started off as having a tender intimate moment w him after he wakes up from a nightmare and then he rails you after making fun of his tail. Like he doesn’t give overtly aggressive vibes to me not even in secret like kazuha or Thoma but by law all my favs have to be switches so the last few panels of him mercilessly rutting into this persons sona while he’s drooling with half lidded eyes,,,tattooed to my brain!!! Trying to tease him while he’s flustered sitting in his lap playing with his ears calling him a good puppy while he’s trying so hard but shaky being from about eating to fuck you,,,, “please give me more. I can’t get enough of you I need it” Looking up at you w pleading eyes while he’s gripping your hips like his life depends on it. like he’s the other side of the itto coin gorou is the type to power bottom and not even realize it. (Looking back @ catboy kazuha brainrot) you tease him in a “awww does my cute puppy want to make me feel good?” Way and he’s SO eager and rambling mess while apologizing that he can’t hold back anymore and he’s your good boy, BUT ONCE HE SLIDES IT IN ITS OVER! Like no pls walk w me on this😭 He’s in your ear biting your neck about breeding you and how good his beloved feels. I’m obsessed w the switching power dynamic bc he would say the filthiest things and not even remember later?? “Fuck yes just like this, fucking you this deep makes me want to fill you up for hours; you’ll let me fuck you like this all the time right? Please” his head thrown back eyes squeezed shut bc if he looks down at the mess he’s made of you he really will get addicted. He’s saying please but wtf is he asking for?? at this point😭 Like the overwhelming sensation of the way it feels inside, the sounds, the sight beneath him he’s 100% the mf who fucks you until he overstimulates himself and then will ASK YOU TO CALL HIM A GOOD BOY AS IF YOUR EVEN STILL ON OLANET EARTH DGDHDBSK! After you come back to life he’s recovered like not a damn thing happened w the most golden retriever smile asking you how you are like,,,, wdym?? I CSNT WALK the same brand of kazuha filth where you can grind on them as a joke but they will actually pin you down and use you by accident bc they’re talking as if your still in control lmao. At this point hearing them say sorry a certain would pavlov trigger me on bc they ALWAYS say sorry before hand😭like imagine: your grinding on him and teasing him kissing his neck and he’s probably like “we could get caught love pls behave🥺” but when you start riding him too slow to tease him even more he grabs your hips and looks at you w teary eyes saying “I’m sorry I can’t hold back anymore” and thrusts up into you with the most eye rolling breathless wall shaking moan ever like it’s drawn out and shaky!! Especially the momentary look of bliss on his face right before he’s balls deep and locks eyes with you and the look of pure lust and need is like threatening to swallow you whole>>>> like he’s switching between begging and praising you, saying sorry for the fact that he can’t stop himself it feels so fucking good and how he’s gunna be a good boy and fill you up and make sure your taken care of. We love a man who can multitask fr bc his hands are everywhere and he’s touching everything,begging you to moan louder for him (even tho he’s way louder than you) and he’s on his like 5th “fuck I’m cumming” so like rip actually😭😭 temped to say you gotta hide w kokomi when he gets like this but tbh she already knows and will let you lay your head in her lap as he’s fucking you into oblivion and your covered in sweat and cum staring up at her w pleading eyes to get to to at LEAST slow down but she’s nothing if not a caring soul and will pat your head to keep you grounded😇 actually gunna fe fully delusional and say he would offer to share you as a sorry for causing so much trouble😔 so she’s riding your face muffling your moans as he’s thrusting into you like a madman and she’s petting his head trying to make sure he doesn’t break you😵‍💫

i HATE when im looking at something good on twitter then it refreshes.... it's so sick

no cause why is that kinda,,, kinda..... oh wow. you know i thoroughly enjoy any switch agenda!!!

I agree though like gorou seems as if he would be the desperate type, very eager to please but when it becomes too much he just loses EVERYTHING like he goes feral because of pussy LOLLLWAIT I LIKE THIS SWITCH GOROU, it's the best of both worlds like im saurry i love it

i also love when they cry hehehe and gorou would be a perfect example bc hes so sensitive like he HAS to be.... like tighnari too but i know tighnari can handle himself and act indifferent about it but gorou CANT so the idea of him crying and begging while still trying to please is so hehehe LMAO he simply can'ts stop!

the second you brought up kokomi i thought about her joining in,,,oop- i love them,, they're so cute and their dynamics would be too good together! gorou is messy and eager while kokomi is gentle and powerful.... they'll both have you crying by the end of it so them together means you'll pass out.... but, who wouldn't!

oh... if you find that comic... lemme see it >:-)

(this is genuinely some of the best gorou thirst ive seen LOL, i can never say 'no' to smut!)

[hanniejji]

OMG YOUR LAST PST WHERE YOU MENTIONED STREAMER KAZUHA AND MAPLE alright alright so lil maple wakes up and realizes Kazuha isn’t in bed with them and looks to find him streaming and balls their eyes out and kazuha basically takes care of them on stream

THIS. I LIVE FOR PROMPTS LIKE THIS OH MY FUCKING GOD ANON. 😭

another blurb for y'all because y'all keep feeding me brainrots >:(

"how long have we been streaming, chat? i feel like i've been here for almost three hours now."

kazuha chuckled quietly, the microphone placed near his mouth making it sound deeper than it is.

the light in the room is very dim, switching from green and red, but the light behind his camera was warm like the sunset, contradicting how late it is. kazuha's been streaming for almost three hours now, finishing up the new event in his game and doing some farming.

"it's two in the morning already?" he read in the comments, pursing his lips sheepishly before laughing, "time is a social construct, we can go for a few more hours."

"go to sleep," the female automated voice pinged, inciting another laugh from him.

"thank you for that, i'll go to sleep in a few after this quest," he chuckled lowly, "i hope everyone's doing well this summer. thankfully, school is almost over—" his hand clapped in a small motion, "—so, i have more than enough time to stream with you guys. also, good luck to anyone dealing with their finals!"

"do you have any plans for the summer?" he hummed, casually finishing his domains while pondering over his answer.

"well," he smiled, remembering his promises of going out on a trip with his little maple. the mental image of your puppy dog eyes pleading to go on a trip with your brother stuck in his mind.

"i have a few places to be. i've scheduled a few short trips this vacation with my family—"

the night went on, kazuha softly speaking into his mic and conversing with his viewers. the volume in his headset is little loud, the battle music and the constant clicking of his keyboard blocking his hearing that his ear failed to catch the sound of door creaking open, nor did he hear your soft sniffles. he went on with the stream, still speaking to the mic. however, the mic seemed to have caught the sound of your sniffles.

"hm?" he squints his eyes at the chat moving in speed, all asking about a sound of his door and a kid crying. he rolls his eyes, shaking his head, wondering why they would try to fool around at a time like this. maybe to get him to sleep?

"very funny, chat."

"onii-san..."

he yelps, body jerking away from the slight tug on his sleeve, headset falling to rest on his neck and whipping his head towards your cowering form—right next to his chair, but since you're small, your height doesn't reach the top of his desk, covering you in the darkness.

his breath hitched from shock, groaning softly and taking a moment to compose himself.

"jesus, maple!" he exhales in relief, a hand on his chest, "you scared me for a moment there. why you still awake—are you crying?" the gears in kazuha's brain immediately switched, forgetting the thousands of people watching and listening to him as he leans closer to you, cooing softly, "maple? is everything alright?"

"onii-san," you hiccuped, throwing yourself on his lap, stuttering over your words, "had nightmare. want onii-san's hugs. i'm too scared to sleep..."

your voice was so quiet that he almost didn't hear it if he wasn't leaning close to you.

"oh, maple," he hooks his hands under your arms, lifting you up on his lap and hugging you close, rubbing your back and pecking the disheveled mop of locks on your head, "onii-san's right here. want to spend the rest of the night here with me?"

"onii-san's not busy?" you look at him from his chest, sniffling.

kazuha can see an arrow lodge itself on his chest at the sight of your puppy eyes, smiling widely and patting your head.

"of course! i'm never too busy for you maple," he carefully shifts you from your position, "i'm sure no one will mind you joining the stream."

"the stream?—"

"kazuha's little sibling is so adorable."

"eek!"

you shrieked, clinging onto your brother, who couldn't help himself from bursting into a laughing fit. he covers his mouth, slightly bending over to hug you tightly while trying his hardest to muffle his noises.

"oh my god, maple," he wheezed.

"someone spoke!" you wailed, sobbing on his neck, "that doesn't sound like okaa-san!"

"i—," he inhaled sharply, "—no, that's not okaa-san, maple. it's just one of our viewers," he gently nudged you to look at the computer. your teary eyes immediately flying towards the chat box that seems to move too fast for you to be able to read.

"there's no ghost?..."

"mhm," he chuckled, voice still a little shaky from his fit of laughter, "there's just the two of us and a thousand of people watching through this tiny thing," he points at the camera settled behind his pc, "wanna wave and say hi?"

"hi..." you trailed off, wide eyes staring at the dot on the camera, "boowers."

"aaah," he giggled, placing a smooch on your forehead, "it's too early to be this adorable, maple. want to watch me play with our 'boowers' until you fall asleep?"

"but want to stay with onii-san," you pout.

"onii-san will be here even if you fall asleep, m'kay?"

"m'kaaay."

man, kazuha can die from just how adorable his little maple is, and i would too :'>

[astronetwrk]

　　　　　 　　　welcome, one and all.

the fourteen of you been invited to play a game dissuading you from interacting with your beloveds... and the fourteen of you have chosen to take that step. welcome, welcome! take a look at how the game is played. the list of our beloved fourteen's biases for the week will be listed below as well.

EBG HOW-TO.

no mention of bias, excluding URL + preexisting caards, but including nicknames, codenames, theme, and content (both made and reblogged)

players must change their theme when ebg starts. if any player has not changed their theme within the first 24 hours of the EBG, they will be given a strike.

masterlists and extra links that contain images/references of their bias will not need to be changed. their entire navigation has to be reformed if it contains their original bias, though.

acknowledgment of original bias' existence will cost you a strike

three strikes and you're out

simping for your assigned bias earns 10 points (tag hosts to redeem, must be at least somewhat down bad to be valid)

brainrot of assigned bias, inclusive reblogs and posted content, earns 30 points

sabotage attempts earn 30 points

hosts must be tagged to redeem/use points or it will be invalid.

WELCOME TO THE POINTS SHOP.

simp pass: 1000 points for 12hrs use ( must tag host with duration + start time + time zone / one time use only )

first strike cancel: 150 points

second strike cancel: 300 points

gift a strike (cannot be used for final strike): 250 points

third strike cancel: 500 points

time bomb (recipient must be online): 200 points

Equivalent Exchange: half current points

PLAYER'S BIAS.

LETS PLAY.

@astranne | kaeya

og bias; kazuha, alhaitham, ayato, pierro, razor, ayaka, raiden

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Points: 40

@aimynx | cyrus

og bias; kaeya, alhaitham, ayato, tighnari, zhongli, yelan, yae miko

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Points: 140

@ezendoll | ningguang

og bias; albedo, venti, kaeya, kazuha, thoma

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@ineshapanda | aether

og bias; albedo, kaeya, and kazuha

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Points: 80

@mixed-kester | teppei

og bias; kaeya, wanderer, heizou, kazuha, xiao

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Points: 360

@moonbyunniee | yunjin

og bias; venti, xiao, kazuha, ayato, albedo

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@raingoesboomboom | jean

og bias; alhaitham, heizou, kazuha

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@simplyxsinned | capitano

og bias; alhaitham, childe and dottore

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Points: 30

@snobwaffles | rana

og bias; albedo, mona, yelan, shenhe, dehya, beidou, tighnari, ayaka, ayato, itto, yoimiya, kazuha, rosaria, heizou, thoma, hu tao, dainsleif, enjou, arlecchino, capitano, kaveh

Strikes: | | |

Points: 20

@venusflwers | kujou sara

og bias; kokomi, albedo, xiao

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@versadies | pantalone

og bias; alhaitham, zhongli, capitano, diluc and ayato

Strikes: | |

Points: 100

@zhongrin | albedo

og bias; zhongli, al haitham

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[tb3ih]

MOON ON YOUR LIPS. ft. xiao, albedo, scaramouche, + kazuha.

note(s) "waking up next to them" + other delightful morning activities :D (pt. 2) see here for pt. 1 w/hu tao, ganyu, ayaka + yoimiya. again, sfw tooth-rotting fluff! come here, my love, i'll kiss the moon off your lips <3

includes comfort and fluff, domestic if you squint + a bit of brainrot of what it'd be like living with them maybe idk TT_TT.

tagged <3 @booksandhoneymilktea @rinoomi @rqkuya @ts3mi

on the rare occasion that SCARAMOUCHE actually makes it home to you from work, he'll find himself wanting to do nothing else but settle into bed and sleep off a bit of his exhaustion. though he may have to leave before you wake in the morning, he'll do nothing less than savour every minute he gets in your precense, even if only for sleep.

you awaken at the quiet click of your bedroom door, only managing to shift slightly to see a figure approaching your bedside and settling on the other half that remained unoccupied for most of the night. "...scara..?"

even in the dim light, you see how fatigue has worn him down to the bone in the way that he seems to take his time crawling over to you.

you let out a barely audible sigh, scooting ever so closer to him so as to make it easier for him to reach you. "you should consider a vacation..."

scaramouche mutters a low "shut up" under his breath as he pulls you closer to him. unexpectedly comfortable, the balladeer finds himself rather content with his head snuggled into the crook of your neck. you smell like freshly bloomed glaze lilies and evening dew and he's taking in your presence with a tired sigh of his own.

you hum lightly, pressing a small kiss to the crown of his head when his breathing begins to even, a small smile on your lips as you feel yourself drift off to your own slumber.

"good night, my love."

ALBEDO is definitely already awake when you begin to stir, a book in one hand while the other is rubbing gentle shapes around your back. he won't even have to take his eyes off the page to know that you're staring at him, a soft smile coming to his lips as he greets you.

"good morning, darling," he greets, "i trust you slept well?"

you feel as if you've been caught in a crime, a slight flush coming to redden your complexion at the realization that he knew you'd been staring at him for a good while bt decided to just now address you. "ah... y-yeah, really well actually..."

there is a pause, and you find yourself holding your breath just for a second before asking the burning question. "how, uhm, how long did you know i was up...?"

albedo hums for a second, a small smile on his lips as he closes his book and sets it on the nightstand before turning to face you. the two of you are very close, nearly sharing the same pillow as your eyes hold one another. "approximately an hour and twelve minutes, give or take twenty-two seconds."

"albedo!" you are more than mortified, embarrassment now eating you alive as you bury your face into his chest. you hear the reverberations against his chest as he chuckles, seemingly amused at your agony.

"darling, i'm an alchemist," he laughs, "scientific observation is part of the experiment."

you don't say anything and albedo knows you'd probably be pouting at him if not for being buried against him. he sighs lightheartedly, rubbing lightly at your back so as to coax you. "perhaps pancakes might make it up to you?"

"hmph."

"... i'll make you boba."

the blonde feels you kiss the faint star resting on the hollow of his throat, the movement endearing and definitely working wonders for his heart. "deal."

imagining a XIAO who likes to hold you when you sleep and you wake up to him with a few limbs wrapped around you, resting peacefully against the same pillow or your chest (he finds the latter rather comfy). no matter how much sleep the two of you get, he will never not want to stay in bed with you for a few more eternities.

from the very top and most undisturbed room in the wangshuu in, you can see the beginning outlines of the beautiful liyue harbor in the distance with neighboring mountains. it's a rather quiet morning, the air undisturbed of sound other than the occasional finch song or the low creaking of the wangshuu's automated mechanisms.

the small clock across your bed on the wall reads well in noon and you sigh softly at the thought of having to leave bed to go to work.

"xiao," you call quietly, your fingers coming to trace faint outlines over his tattoos. he does not make any move to stir, simply tightening his grip on your waist so as to hold you closer. "my darling, it's noon."

a small scowl break across his brow and you recognize it to be lighter than his usual, most likely because he is far too sleepy to actually make a face at you.

pressing a soft kiss to his temple, you linger long enough to feel his expression soften, golden irises opening to meet yours. "you're going to make me late for work."

xiao simply clicks his tongue, making no move to let you go. "making the yuheng of liyue wait won't kill her," he rasps, voice low and thick from not having spoken in a few hours.

you sigh, eyes falling to watch the path of your fingers graze over the exposed skin of his collarbones. "no, but i'm sure lady ningguang wouldn't look favorably upon one of her qixing showing up late for the third time in a row..."

your eyes meet and there seems to be an exchange of unspoken words because the next moment you're letting out a small breath in defeat, and the yaksha's mouth is curved ever-so-amusedly when he brings them to meet yours.

"a day off it is then," you sigh, snuggling into his form before falling asleep once more.

KAZUHA probably has to coax you out of bed, because despite the fact that absolutely adores the idea of spending the day in bed with you, the two of you do have to start the day eventually, preferably on time.

there's a gentle shaking at your arm, the warm sunlight from the open window coming to tickle your nose gently. "my love, wake up please."

you let out an incoherent "hmph" before turning over to face the other side of the bed, which is noticeably empty when you stretch out to reach for your lover.

strange, you think, sitting up abruptly to look around the room. rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you turn to face the open window, where the faint outlines of your silver-haired lover appear to manifest themselves.

he is smiling and from the laughter in his eyes, you probably look like a mess from having slept for so long. "what time is it?"

"half-past nine," kazuha hums, coming over to settle on the bed with you before handing you a warm cup. you accept, taking a sip before setting it down on the nightstand. "i wanted to get you up in time to get ready."

"half-past nine..." you hum, "sounds like bedtime, good night."

"oh no, you don't." you curse when you feel kazuha catch you before you can fall onto the pillows, a pout forming on your lips when you make eye contact.

he chuckles at your expression bringing his lips to press a soft kiss against your own and you can't help but melt a little in his arms, returning the kiss with no hesitation. he pulls away far too soon and the patient smile on his lips has you sighing.

"you are so getting me takoyaki tonight," you huff, removing the covers from your legs and stepping out of bed to stretch a little.

kazuha hums amusedly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before moving towards the bedroom to step out so you can get ready. "anything for you, my love."

© tb3ih mmxxii all rights reserved.

[kiriiqt]

magic in the mundane - kazuha, diluc, itto

- in which they appreciate the small things about life with you

characters: kazuha, diluc, itto x reader

requested by: my brainrot

a/n: from a collection of drabbles im working on. just short scenarios with the guys in a modern au.

warnings: cheesier than a mozzarella stick. you’ve been warned.

Kazuha truly believes that you can find magic in the mundane, and it is something he lives by; it helps him stay content and happy. He knows how to appreciate his day to day life, and how to help his loved ones appreciate theirs too.

4:45, thursday

He prefers a quiet afternoon of doing his literature homework with you by his side over most things. No words need to be said; the sounds of him gently flipping through pages and occasionally annotating with a pencil (that definitely needs to be sharpened) is a comfort in itself.

His classes often end in the afternoon, so at this point the sky is painted over in hues of orange, yellow and red; rays of sun shine through his windows, accompanying the aroma of whichever tea he brewed for the two of you. On warmer days, the window will be open, and the city outside becomes a blur of background noise. Kazuha mutters to himself while reading - a habit of his that you adore - about passages or quotes he finds eye-catching. Occasionally, he reads them out loud to you on his own accord, but he’d be delighted to read more if you ask him to. Hours can go by like this; him making his way through the many chapters assigned, and you laying in his lap, simply enjoying the afternoon. He eventually grabs a makeshift bookmark - a preserved maple leaf in this case, though the day before he used an old receipt from the school store - and comments that the tea must’ve gone cold long ago. Laughing softly at your refusal to get up, as you’re halfway into dreamland already, he gives up and eventually maneuvers himself out to get dinner started for the two of you. But not before covering you with one of his soft blankets and tucking his hoodie under your head as a makeshift pillow. He smiles when you curl up around it.

Misc. notes; if he doesn’t have anything to read for school, he���ll recite poetry to you or reread one of his favorite books. During the winter, he pulls up one of those videos of a fireplace on youtube, or finds another ambience to have in the background. He’s a really big fan of Hogwarts ambience videos! He also likes to do water paintings and walk around the park near his apartment with you.

It’s sometimes hard for Diluc to convey just how much he appreciates simplicity. Curious friends ask him about what he likes to do with you, and his answer is different every time; he likes to cook with you, go to cafes, the occasional dinner date, cheering for your school's sport teams at some of the bigger matches. He’s not one to turn down parties either, granted you’re going.

Diluc is never entirely honest, though.

Honest about the fact that he doesn’t care what the two of you do, as long as he’s with you. He enjoys every aspect of your life together. When you come over to cook an odd recipe with him for dinner; when you nag him to take more breaks from his work, sliding him a cup of hot chocolate instead of coffee; listening to your quiet humming which you think escapes his ears while you do the dishes together (he hears it, and he adores it). Every awful horror movie you make him watch for the jokes, every late night you help each other with homework, every competition for who can come up with the cheesiest nickname, they’re all his favorite things. He knows that it wouldn’t be the same with someone else; he knows that it’s your presence that makes it special for him. And it’s not like he needs to share the most special moments; like every time you place a bottle of shitty wine in the basket at the grocery store, while begging him to do a full analysis of it. Holding back your laughter, because you know that despite him rolling his eyes, he’ll do it anyway. It’s stupid to outsiders, occasionally embarrassing for him; but he can’t deny that putting on the act is fun, and your laugh is worth it every time. So no, Diluc will never answer honestly when asked what he likes to do. It’s too complicated to explain in depth, anyway. Though there is no doubt in his mind that his favorite pastime is anything, as long as it’s with you.

5:58 pm, friday

You had run off somewhere, leaving him alone with the cart in the pasta aisle, where he had been debating on what to make for dinner. You told him that you were fine with anything, though he had a suspicion that you just wanted to order in and wouldn’t admit it. Diluc sighs, and throws a packet of pasta in the cart anyway, remembering that you’re about to run out - last he checked, anyway.

As if on cue, you turn the corner, the smile on your face accompanying a certain mischievous look in your eyes; a look Diluc knows all too well. That, and your hands being gathered behind your back. He feigns annoyance, though a smile quickly creeps onto his face when you present him with your newest find in the alcohol section; a wine his dads’ coworkers would consider to be a shame to the industry. Though this one seems more promising than the last, he deems, and you let out a whisper-yell of ‘yes!’, fistbumping the air. An action you repeat, when he asks where you’d like to get takeout from; you hit the jackpot, once again, as you do every week. A kiss on the cheek is all he registers before you’re off, pushing the cart towards the register, only stopping to throw in a tub of ice cream while Diluc tries to catch up.

When asked, Itto’s favorite thing to do with you gets wilder with every answer; the two of you have done a lot together, gone on many adventures, not always coming out unscathed, but with a heart full of memories, no matter what. You joke that the two of you will never die, because his ever expanding bucket list won’t allow it; and he laughs, wishing it could be true. It’s not a source of grief; for Itto, it’s about the journey, not the end destination. And because he’s always in such a rush, living life on the highway, he’s grateful that you’re there to balance him out. You’re his rock, you keep him grounded. You’re with him on his crazy ideas, but you’re also quick to backtrack when life gets a bit too hectic. It’s at times like these when Itto remembers just how much he loves the calm sometimes.

01:34 pm, tuesday

There’s a fan in front of him - the cord stretched out to its maximum across the floor, like a tripwire for the unsuspecting. He really should buy an extension cord, or get his ac fixed, as you remind him almost every day in the warmer half of the year. He always brushes you off with a smile, saying he’ll do it ‘at some point’. You know that point won’t come for a while, and you roll your eyes, while pulling his hair out of the messy ponytail he ended up with that morning. It slides down, keeping a bit of the shape from the updo, and he lets out a sigh when you run your hands through it. He hands you a brush, and you smile at him. His reflection beams back at you from the glass door in front of him. Separating his hair, you start to gently comb through one side, slowly but surely detangling all the knots. Itto is quiet, something that would make Shinobu joke about calling an ambulance; but it’s a comfortable silence between the two of you. His eyes are closed as the soreness of his scalp slowly fades away. You’re thankful that he misses the blush on your face when he mumbles that he’s sure that you’re an angel sent from heaven, or something like that.

Itto opens his eyes back up, and although still relaxed, begins to ask about your day, making remarks about his own as well. He picks up his phone, and shuffles his playlist with everything from doja cat to pitbull on it, cursing when spotify throws an ad at him. You laugh when he mocks it, telling him that voice acting isn’t his strong suit, a point which he loudly contests - only quieting down when you take a break from his hair to give him a kiss on the cheek. Or, that was your plan, until he pulls you down on his lap, deciding to pepper kisses all over your face. It ends with you both in a fit of laughter, as his hair falls forward and gets caught in your necklace.

You eventually manage to finish brushing his hair and opt to make a loose braid, as you ask him what he would like to do. Itto did have plans, ideas on what to do that day; but the afternoon sun is hot, the air from the fan is a relief, and your hands in his hair feel like magic. An ideal day for board games and a cold drink, he says; and you couldn’t agree more

Misc. notes; itto really likes to play various games with you, both tabletop and videogames! He probably owns one or two gaming consoles (why fix the AC when you could buy more games), and loves to play things like mario kart, super smash bros, minecraft, and GTA. He knows a lot of card games, some that you’ve probably never heard about, and likes uno as well. He has basically all the games he got as a kid too, so it’s an impressive collection. To go with this, he likes to try new sodas or drink combinations, and the cherry on top is a bowl of candy to share.

[kanndlila]

White Day: Side B

Scaramouche x GN!Reader [crack? fluff] Highschool AU

A/N: This is the sidetrack story to my other fic White Day which is a Kazuha reader-insert. I have Scaramouche brainrot that I couldn’t resist writing one for him despite having to finish Kazuha’s side first. I guess you can consider this a sequel to Frog Brain? If you’ve read the ‘first’ iteration of White Day, please disregard the repetitive use of some phrases/whole paragraphs, this is literally side B.

TW: Use of pet name [good girl/boy], a bit on the nsfw side, dubcon kissing, death threat [?], idk what else to put here I don’t want anyone to be uncomfy

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Today didn’t start as a normal Monday. For most of the year, you just got to school on time, right on the dot, not a single second late or early for that matter. You liked your bed very much you see, but when your phone alarm goes off, you know it’s already time to head out and any further procrastination will come with consequences. 

But no, today, even when the light rain outside is tip tapping on your window, you simply can’t go back to sleep. It’s an hour too early for you to be waking up. With your brain too alert to go back to rest, you got up and got ready for school. You were on your way to school when you received the first chocolate of your day. 

“Good morning Y/N. It’s awfully early for you to be here. Is there something special going on?” Yae Miko came over. You were just walking by the school gates. “I couldn’t stay asleep so I just got up.” As much as you wish to, you can’t stay in bed forever. Miko reached for something in her bag just as the bell rang for everyone to go to their classrooms. “This is for you my dear. Open it when you’re alone ok?” Miko gave you a wink before going to her own shoe locker. It’s a red box wrapped only by a black ribbon. The size made you think there could be a purse or a small bag inside. What could be the occasion? Your birthday is nowhere near March 14. 

You put it back into your bag just as you open your shoe locker. Some paper fell out of it though but you caught it just in time and stashed it into your bag as well, not bothering to read it as changing into indoor shoes is more important right now. Only when you finally sat in your classroom did you read the note. ‘Meet me at the rooftop at lunch’ it says, no signature or anything. You don’t recognize the handwriting either, hoping you’d just remember to pass by later. 

Oh wait, perhaps if you shade the whole note with a pencil maybe it will give you more clues who the person might be. Pens are the choice of writing utensil now that you’re in highschool but who among your classmates would have a pencil? “Ganyu, do you have a pencil?” The class secretary of course. “Here.” “Thanks.” you proceeded to shade the whole thing. “Oh what’s this? A note from an admirer? That’s a first.” Yelan chuckled. 

Hmm… No name, but there’s a set of numbers ‘8988-5594’ and ‘Inazuma’ written on it. Might be a student ID number since everyone’s IDs start with ‘8988-’. “Yelan do you have your laptop with you?” Yelan gathers every bit of unsecured information that the school releases, including student numbers, names, and sections. “No.” You gave the pencil back to Ganyu. “Thanks, Ganyu.” Well, there are other ways to find out who this might be but if they’re from Inazuma, what could they possibly want with you? Safe to say, it isn’t Miko who put the note unless she did it yesterday. Your thoughts were cut short trying to find out who 5594 is when the Home Economics teacher came in. 

Minutes before your next class, you were approached by Thoma and Ayaka. Thoma passed on yet another gift from Ayato while Ayaka gave you a similar box. You tried asking them what they were for but they gave a vague ‘We just wanted to give it to you’ and ‘I appreciate you.’

Only when you brought it up to Beidou did you get clarity. “Did you forget? Today’s White Day! It’s a holiday in Japan.” “This is my first time hearing of it.” She proceeded to explain the whole thing to you. In Japan it’s when people reciprocate/give back to people who gave them chocolates during Valentine’s Day and there’s a threefold rule aka you have to give chocolate 3x the value/quantity of what you got back in Valentines. There are also three kinds of chocolates supposedly: honmei-choco, special chocolates you give to your special someone [she snickered before moving on, very sus]; giri-choco, obligatory chocolate which explains itself; and tomo-choco, literally chocolate for friends.  The horror of taking home 3 bags of chocolate dawns upon you. It’s going to take you weeks to finish one bag, let alone three. 

Time flew by as your brain just blanked out. Having your brain fried by Math isn’t something that you are planning on everyday but it seems like it just happens. You tried to find other ways to find out who 5594 is while being discreet but even Heizou couldn’t help you. Finally, lunch came. You let your besties know that you’re going to be busy during lunch so they won’t go looking for you. You didn’t tell them about the note, although Yelan might already know you’re up to something. You head out, making sure nobody sees you go up the stairs instead of down as the rooftop is actually an off-limits area. You silently opened the rooftop door and closed it. 

Who you see however, is a surprise. His dark purple locks clinging to his forehead as he walks to you, in his hands are yet another paper bag. You thought back all the times you met him last month. There’s no way you pissed him off enough to have him finish you off, right? Heck, you even gave him your intact frog brain. Surely that counts for something? You could’ve given him the bad one but no, you took pity on Scaramouche's lost eyes. 

Fuck, he’s getting near you. You slowly backed away, planning to sprint down the way you came but you bumped into something- someone. The first thing you notice about them is their ID, ‘8988-5594 Inazuma’ printed. So this is 5594… Kazuha?!

He steadied you, holding you by your shoulders. “S-sorry.” You flinched. Your heart yet again in your ears. Why are you not running?! Adrenaline finally kicks in. You shouldn’t be here. Now you’re getting a headache from the emotion overload.

“Are you alright?” He checked your forehead. You felt faint so gripped him tightly to steady yourself. First order of action? If Scaramouche gets too close, kick him in the balls, push Kazuha away and run for your life. Will you really be able to do that? You weren’t optimistic. You’re outnumbered and Kazuha does parkour. No way you’re going to be able to weasel your way out of this.

“You can’t be that scared of me, are you?” He’s right behind you. Kazuha just wraps one arm around you, his other hand running through your hair to try to comfort you, and letting you lean your head on to him when it was him preventing you from thinking straight. With a small voice, “Shut up.” Anger brought back your composure. If you have to fight, then so be it. You stepped away from Kazuha’s warmth and woodsy scent, putting a safe distance between you and them. 

“I take it the note came from the both of you?” You raised the blackened [grayed?] note. “No, it came from me. Kazuha what the fuck are you doing here?” Scaramouche spat, not impressed that someone else decided to show up on the rooftop as well. “Heizou figured out what you wrote on my notepad after you returned it to me. I suppose anyone would’ve run away when they find out you’re waiting for them.” 

“Well, they’re still here. You can piss off shoo! Leave us alone.” Scaramouche snakes his arm around you. You let him but you have absolutely no trust in this man. “I’ll be fine. Thanks, Kazuha.” You gave him a little smile. It’s all you can do for now, keep up appearances before you can already jump on the bear. It’s easier to get rid of  than being cornered by two people. Kazuha nodded and made his way over to the door before you walked with Scaramouche to the bench where he was once resting on. 

“What was that about?” He brought up, setting aside the paper bag at the side of the bench and faced you. “I was not expecting you.” He was the last person you’re expecting at all. “What is this about?” You fiddled with your lunch box’s zipper, maybe you should’ve exchanged your arcade tickets for a fidget cube. “Do you even know what you did last Valentine’s Day?” He says, digging through the paper bag. “I left a box of dark chocolate bars for you?” Is that what this is about? You even left a note saying ‘For Scaramouche, chocolate as bitter as your personality.’ Then  the actual bitter dark chocolate bars, to you it’s nothing but to the uninitiated, it ought to be poison.

You huffed, “If this is about today being White Day, I’m not expecting you to give anything back.” He placed the paper bag on the bench. “Ah, so you’re familiar with White Day?” His eyes went from the bag to your eyes, smirking. “Only earlier today. Don’t be so smug.” You leaned back whilst your brain flew away in thought. He might already be thinking it’s special love chocolate when it’s really hatred chocolate.

“Well then, here is my obligatory chocolate.” He lifts the paper bag. “And this is for that frog brain you gave me. Now we’re even.” He reaches in to get a box out, this time it contained some kind of purple pendant. “Isn’t this a bit excessive?” He rolled his eyes, “Just let me put it on you.” It was dainty enough so it’ll probably pass the dress code policy. That aside, what the fuck happened to the Scaramouche you know? Who the fuck is this with the face of your nemesis? He took it upon himself to fix your hair and admire how the pendant hangs from your neck.

“You’re being uncharacteristically genuine right now. Did you eat something bad?” “If you mean the chocolate you gave me last Valentines then yes.” He snorted. You let out a snicker, “Well, you lived through that. How would I even know the chocolate you’re giving me is not poisoned?” He sighed, rolling his eyes. He got one box out- are those chocolate truffles? The one thing better than plain old chocolate.

He got rid of the plastic wrap and proceeded to eat a truffle. Of course, for amateurs to tamper with packed food, it must first be unpacked. Math has fried your brain for good this time. You were too lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice he had already breached your personal space, only when he breathed on you did you notice his close proximity. Your eyes snapped to his. He grabbed your waist and smashed your lips.

You initially jumped in shock but his arms, particularly his hand behind your head, prevented you from actually getting away from him. He tasted absolutely divine. The flavor melting in your mouth as your heart’s threatening to thump out of your chest. He let you [more like forced you] to taste him for a while then he did something revolting. He gripped you even closer and pushed remnants of the truffle into your mouth. “Mmph!” 

He simply moves to your ear to command, “Swallow.” He gives your ears/neck butterfly kisses maybe even hickies, while you go against your gag reflex, breathing itself was getting harder. You don’t want to vomit on your uniform. You don’t want to vomit on your uniform. You kept telling yourself until you found the willpower to override your reflexes and swallow the damn thing down your throat. He loosened his grip on you to look you in the eyes. Crazed violet to teary E/C. “Good girl/boy.” He purred. You pushed him away and he started laughing. He definitely has a screw loose on his head that needs a LOT of pounding.

“You’re so naive it kills me!” Venom dripping on your voice, “Archons, give me the strength not to slaughter this man right now.” Fists at your sides, trembling eager to hit something.

“The both of you are disgusting.” You flinched. You didn’t have to turn around to know it’s Capitano. “Scram before I get you in detention.” You forgot student council members do rounds of patrol and this is an off-limit area. Capitano’s voice alone is enough to shake you to your bones. “Tsk. Fine.” Scaramouche scoffed and got his, and your things. You trail behind him with your imaginary tail between your legs. You can kill Scaramouche another day but neither Capitano here nor anyone should bear witness to whatever bloody mess you want to see him in.

He just escorts you back to the grounds where you part with almost half of lunchtime over. “I better see that necklace on you everyday.” He gives you your things and his obligatory chocolate. “I hate you.” you say, but you kept wearing the pendant everyday.

-

Extra:

“Childe stop snickering like a girl you twat!” Capitano turned to his subordinate. “PffftHAHAHA I can’t believe I got that on record!” He can’t stop laughing. He is the reason you two got found out. He crouched enough to be out of your view but enough for Capitano to notice his scarf dangling along the stair railing. “Ow!” Capitano delivered a hard smack to the ginger’s head. “Detention for 7 days.” “WHAT?!”

-

A/N: I can’t write kissing scenes to save my life. This one’s particularly disgusting but it’s a ‘Disgusting, do it again’ but it’s still disgusting, revolting, stomach-turning. I’m also not into tongue invaded your mouth thing like, it’s kinda weird when I’m writing it idk.

[sailxrmxrs]

dipping my toes into genshin writing bc it's been a year and a half and somehow i haven't indulged my genshin thoughts yet. inspired by an idea from dear beloved lily aka my fellow kazuha brainrot enthusiast. also based on the recent archipelago event and kazuha lore regarding his clan's downfall but when he fled inazuma during the vision hunt decree, he left behind him a loved one who he believed he would never see again. which leads us to this little fic where that bittersweet reunion takes place. no major warnings but a tiny drop of hurt/comfort if you look really hard (let's be real it's mostly comfort and fluff bc angst hurt too bad hehe) hopefully more genshin writing to come soon if ideas follow!

Spring air filtered through the slight crack of the window, letting in the most luscious breeze to combat the rising warmth of the early afternoon sun. The scene that lay beyond your window was a true delight, cherry blossoms scattered atop the paths of Inazuma City as its inhabitants went about their days, only stopping to bask in the fragrant scent of the various food stalls decorating the streets for the festival. With the dissolution of the Sakoku Decree, visitors from all corners of Teyvat were beginning to arrive and take in the sights of the once sealed away nation. This time of year was always when Inazuma felt the most at peace, even in its worst moments of turmoil and tragedy as visions were stolen and families fractured. Now the flowers seemed to bloom a little brighter and the air flow a little clearer as if the land reflected the soothed souls across the nation. And yet you remained stuck inside through it all, condemned to lessons of formality and meetings with family business partners and merchants. It was all terribly boring and yet as heir to one of the prominent clans in Inazuma meant you couldn't shirk off your duties to bask in the outdoor festivities.

Your position was certainly not one you took lightly, nor did you hold much resentment for the responsibility that came with it but there was no denying that a substantial part of you ached for some semblance of adventure. You'd met plenty of merchants and visitors from nations far beyond the seas of Inazuma, and even more so in the months since the nation's borders opened again. Though with every ship that docked in the Ritou's ports, your mind was cast back to an old friend who had long since left Inazuma's shores. He was also a young heir to an old prestigious clan, though his own family had been facing hardships and a steady decline long before he'd been born and ultimately forced to leave Inazuma. Growing up the two of you had been practically joined at the hip, barely leaving the other's side unless one of your parents physically pried you away from each other. Kaedehara Kazuha had been his name, and just the mere thought of him brought a pang of pain to your chest. There was no way to know where he was or if he had even survived the treacherous boat journey away from Inazuma, let alone the dangers that a life of constant exploring brought.

Commotion and movement shattered your drifting thoughts of Kazuha, the meeting at hand coming to a close as the clan heirs and leaders drifted out of the room and bid their goodbyes. A sigh escaped your lips as you collected the sheets of parchment that piled before you—various reports of business and other equally dull topics that could never succeed in capturing your interest no matter how important they may be. In fact the more important they were, the more tiring they always were to read. Still, at least you had a few moment's reprieve from listening to someone drone on for an hour. Depositing the reports on the maple desk that sat in the corner of the room for later reading, the breeze danced through the room, carrying a few stray sheets along with it. The only reprieve to chasing after the loose sheets was that there was no one left in the room to bear witness to your chase. Once the papers settled and you managed to retrieve them, a torn scrap of parchment caught your eye. It had begun to brown with age, the edges worn and the crease of a fold forever etched into the slip. Confusion knitted your brows as you reached for the mystery paper, recognition soon washing over your features as you realised exactly what you held in your hands, immediately thrown back in time to the exact moment you received this very piece of parchment.

It was in the middle of summer, the sun beating down over the city. Hot air coated every inch of your skin, warm and enclosing even out in the open. It felt as though there was no escaping the sun's pressing rays. But as you had strolled the city streets, fan in hand, a familiar face appeared, wordless as he reached for your wrist and leading you out of the city's centre.

"Kazuha! Where are we even going?" You called, voice half laughter and half heavy breaths as he picked up the pace downhill. Heads turned as you both ran past, witnesses to the scene as they shook their heads, all knowing smiles to your youthful affectations.

Kazuha's laugh called back to you, the sound as airy and light as the clouds that littered the endless blue skies ahead. "I suppose you'll have to wait and see, won't you? Impatience is unbecoming, after all." He couldn't help the teasing jab, echoing words you'd heard from your parents and tutors more than a few times. In shared tutoring sessions or clan meeting Kazuha was always the picture perfect example of grace, acting the good influence so as to convince your parents to allow the both of you to continuing spending your free time together. He'd left such a good impression, in fact, there'd even been whispers of a possible betrothal between the both of you. While the idea of marriage and adult life felt so far off, it would be a lie to deny the thought of living it all with Kazuha made your heart skip a beat.

Your curiosity was soon satiated as Kazuha began to slow his steps, the two of you reaching a shaded glade, the perfect place to hide away from the sun while still enjoying the fresh air. Kazuha collapsed to the floor, a peaceful smile as he rested in the grass, a few stray blades tickling the light pink dusting of his cheeks. You took your own seat beneath a tree, legs splayed out ahead of you, the thin fabrics and silks of your clothes leaving your ankles and a portion of your legs exposed to the slightest of breezes that filtered down from the treetops. Resting your head back, eyes closed and thoughts as quiet as your surroundings, everything else seemed to fall away. All that existed in that moment was you and Kazuha, two beings so in tune with one another that conversation wasn't needed. You could merely exist in the other's presence and understand one another's feelings and emotions far more acutely than anyone else could even dream of. Your peace, however, was soon shattered by the sound of rustling clothes and footsteps.

"I swear if you're about to throw something at me I will chase you down and toss you into the ocean," you called out, listening for Kazuha's signature muffled laughter as he planned whatever playful attack on your calm state of being. But there was no laughter, nor false comment declaring his innocence. You opened your eyes, shifting to look about the clearing but faltered in your movements at the sight of Kazuha resting his head atop your lap. He'd closed his eyes, hands sitting on his stomach, but his smile was anything but innocent. Cheeks aflame, you frantically looked about for any onlookers to the closeness but the two of you were well and truly alone.

"Stop worrying and sit back again. How can I nap if you keep moving?" Kazuha teased, a hand reaching for yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand. A flurry of words raced around your mind, though none seemed to make it past your lips. Though perhaps that was for the best. With your heart beating so fast there was no telling what inner thoughts might reveal themselves. Then, as you settled back against the tree, you felt a piece of parchment being pressed into your hand, Kazuha guiding your fist closed as he raised it to leave the softest of kisses. If your cheeks had been pink before, they were now a scorched shade of red that no amount of shade could hide. Opening your hand, you unfolded the paper Kazuha had offered you. As you read the words he'd written, Kazuha recited them from his resting place on your thighs. It was a short poem, only three lines scrawled in Kazuha's familiar handwriting, but the words were sugar sweet. Pure honey coating the softness that Kazuha echoed for you. A confession of affection and love that had your stomach performing somersaults. To think he'd share even a fraction of the feelings you held for him. It was almost too much.

"It's always been you," he whispered. "It always will be."

Memories of that perfectly idyllic day disappeared as quickly as they'd come on. And suddenly you were no longer sat beneath that tree with the one boy you'd ever loved by your side. Now you were alone in the empty meeting room with no idea whether Kazuha still lived or he had met an untimely end escaping the clutches of the Vision Hunt Decree and the almighty Archon who had ordered her reign and calamity on all those who opposed it. Of course, if Kazuha were ever to return life would be safe once again, but that was if he even wanted to come back. The day he'd witnessed one of his closest friends meeting their end at the hands of the Shogun and been driven out of his home nation could have left scars far deeper and far more sinister than the ones he'd received during training as a child. Would he even remember you and the times you shared together? There was always the possibility that returning to Inazuma would result in heart shattering tears as Kazuha disregarded you, unable to conjure any memories of your time spent together. No, such a thing could never come to pass could it? The panging heartache was not worth dwelling on. These were all hypotheticals, after all. It would do no good to hope that the wandering samurai who had faced the Raiden Shogun's musou no hitotachi was him. Whispers of rumours filtered the streets for weeks after, all kinds of claims that he had been the last remaining son of some old clan. It had taken all the power and self-restraint you could muster to not fall into despaired hope that Kazuha was alive and in Inazuma once more.

A messenger came knocking at the door to deliver news that you were now absolved of your duties for the afternoon, mentioning the approval from your parents to attend the festival under way. Once you had dismissed them, thanking them for the message, you looked back at the paper in your hands. The longing to explore the stalls had dissipated in favour of the bittersweet reminders of your past love. Living in the past did no one any good, yet it was all the more tempting to allow yourself to wallow in all those memories. No, this would not do. Tucking the slip of parchment into the folds of your garments, you made for the sliding door. The breeze wafted through your hair, bringing with it an array of scents both floral and foodlike. Just a few moments outside was enough to clear the pained past that had started to resurface in the pit of your stomach. Children ran by, laughter filling the streets and infecting all those who heard with unbridled joy. It truly was an atmosphere like no other. And as you strolled through the crowds, taking in all the sights and senses surrounding you, your mind felt clearer by the second.

The bustling of the city streets was a lot to find one's self in, and so you followed the trail you'd visited along with Kazuha. Though this time you were alone, with nothing but the memory of him holding onto you. It wasn't long before you reached that very glade he'd given you the confessional slip of paper. It looked exactly the same even now, practically untouched even in the calamitous events of recent years.

"I thought I might find you here," a voice spoke out, breaking the silence of your stance. Your eyes widened, wondering if your ears were playing a cruel trick on you. The voice had sounded so like his that it almost hurt. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to turn around and look, the thought that this was all a mean falsehood so ever present. But then a finger traced beneath your chin and you were following its pull to meet the eyes you had gazed upon countless times.

"Kazuha," you breathed, barely able to believe he was really standing before you. Tears collected in your eyes but Kazuha was already swiping them away before they could fall and stain your cheeks.

"I told you I'd come back for you, didn't I?" He asked, attempting to mask the wave of emotion that struck him at the sound of your voice. Words escaped you, none of them feeling right enough for the reunion that shattered your heart into pieces and stitched it right back together in an instant. "It always was you keeping me here, and it always will be you bringing me back."

[ilyuu]

dearest yui,

tumblr user mondaymelon may or may not have accidentally given me an idea earlier today, so i'm back in your inbox now to write a slightly goofy ask about the things i love about you. /p

firstly (and most obviously), you're my beloved partner (*pushes scara and kazuha away*), and you stayed loyal to me by defending me from the MENACE known as tumblr user mondaymelon. i was truly touched when i realized the lengths you would go to in order to protect me from (aHeM) ceRtAiN PeOpLe (or should i say melons?)

also, you're just a nice person to talk to. you're super sweet and wholesome, and i always feel happy when we're having a conversation (evEn iF THAT PERSON is involved). i appreciate being around you, and our chaotic shenanigans are always extremely amusing to me.

other than that, you write delicious fics. i just want to nom nom nom them and keep them with me forever. your vocabulary choice and the way you describe things is reminiscent of poetry, and it's just very calming to read.

you're also fun to brainrot with. i swear i've sent you asks that are only a few sentences long, but you managed to come up with piles and piles of details spanning several paragraphs off the top of your head. you always paint such vivid pictures from the blurry images that i give you, and it simply amazes me.

OH AND ALSO YOUR TAGS WHENEVER YOU REBLOG FICS <3 you don't know how many times i've smiled because of the things you've written about my silly little fics. you're so thoughtful, and you leave such nice feedback. thank you so much.

anyway, that's all i have to say for now. au revoir!

-your future spouse

it’s been three hours and i still don’t know what to say about this except,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, wow (melon ty for the idea you’ve bestowed upon rei)

like, you caught me blushing. i can’t say anything more than that because it’s true. i must be looking like a maniac rn and a few hours ago when i first read this because this all is just literally so nice of you and even that word doesn’t to justice to what i feel LIKE it was teehee for the first two paragraphs and i absolutely love that

and then you just gave my heart a heart attack for the next three LIKE HUH?? WORDS ARE SOFT. NICE. making me melt,,,,,,,,,,, guys i’m not living this down

DAMMIT STOP MAKING ME BLUSH SM YOU GUYS 😭🤚 (ily tho mwahmwa <3)

[awlumii]

zuzu, shiloh, my partner in crime when it comes to loving xiao, you HAVE to come sit down with me for this.

so you know this not-so-recent song called "golden hour"? by JVKE? so i rediscovered it just yesterday while i was just.. chilling, y'know, art-ing and writing, and then the most hardest, harshest, BANGEST brainrot came bombing in my little brain and i thought you'd be most delighted to have this shared with you.

golden hour, with xiao. (or, honestly, any of the genshin people, but i genuinely thought it fits xiao best because "my radiant beam in the night".) that's all.

have a good day, and i wish that the kazuha anon comes to grace you with his letters hehe ❤️

I MISS THE KAZUHA ANON SO MUCH 💔💔 but anyways, that song is SO FUCKING GOOD, HELLO??? OKAY OKAY two things came to mind okay

1) there's that verse about driving.. so i did some headcanons really early on back on kazewhara of modern best friend!xiao, so i'm thinking late night drives with him, yeah? you're driving home on the freeway from god only knows where at ass o'clock in the morning. the moment is kinda unflattering: you're curled in an awkward ball in the passenger seat of his car, your face is mushed into the seatbelt, and you're probably snoring a little, but every now and again when xiao peeks over at you, he can't help but think you're radiant like this; relaxed and at peace, a little goofy-looking, but so, so beautiful. he loves you so much.

(he hopes that this drive will never end. if only he could freeze time to live in the moment.)

2) xiao back window enthusiasts, give me strength 🏋🏾he's called the "golden-winged king", isn't he? i'm thinking about after he's come to trust you wholeheartedly, he takes you to a clearing in the middle of the night because "he has something that he wants to show you". he's visibly nervous -- an extremely rare occurrence. he's not looking you in the eye, but he tells you to sit a little ways behind him. skeptical, you do as he says. this is like.. when the chorus happens, yeah? there's a flourish of music. he takes a deep breath, and after a brief moment of nothing, there's a sudden gust of wind and a blinding golden flash of light. when your eyes adjust, you see the most beautiful golden wings protruding from xiao's back. he extends them as though he's stretching them before he pulls them in flush against his back. there's some damage -- many a feather is cut short or the color is a little dull against the gold -- but oh, isn't he beautiful?

[xiax]

'zuha teasin you so much, kisses your clit till you cum all over his face and then overstims your pretty cunny till you can't think mean tease zuha brainrot -🍁

kazuha spending hours between ur thighs only hes not eating u out he's ONLY kissing ur clit ): just kisses and pecks until ur cumming before starting over again and before u know it ur layin in ur own cum and trembling and crying for him ):

[knightzp]

hiiii miki! for the ask game: 3, 8, 9, 21, 26 + 41? (:

TŪĪ HIII tysm for sending some!!! <33

3. what was the last song you listened to? since im with the enstars brainrot im actually listening enstars songs as im writing this aldks the one playing rn is kiss of life

8. whats your favorite band/artist? ummm i dont really have a fave one? i dont listen to a lot of music and the few songs i listen to are like almost always songs derived from media i consume, like game osts, anime openings and enstars songs now too such, so its not really based on a fave artist. but if i have to say some, i can think of hiroyuki sawano! hes the composer of many anime osts and his songs are always incredible!! i also listen to utaites sometimes, especially to mafumafu and soraru!

9. when is your birthday? its october 11th!

21. how was your day today? i just woke up like a couple of hours ago and havent really done anything yet but since i meant to answer this yesterday i can tell you that yesterday was a pretty good day!! it was my first day of classes after the winter holidays and i got to see some of my friends after not having seen them at all during the holidays, and i listened to a lot of enstars songs which truly give me a lot of serotonin! an online friend also sent me a lot of photos of their day at an amusement park and i loved to see how much fun they had there! oh and as a final detail, a girl at uni who i didnt know at all, as she was passing by my side told me she liked the kazuha pin i have on my bag and that also really made me very happy somehow!!

26. what are some seemingly childish things you like? i love plushies!!! i dont have that many and actually i wish i had more.... also i have the food taste of a little child so i love all the foods that are considered like children food and i normally prefer them over other more elaborated meals lol

41. whats your favorite cartoon? ooh probably atla!! its just so good and very nostalgic as you also said. i also really liked she-ra, the whole show aesthetic is lovely and most characters are queer in some way so i loved watching it!