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Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you’re really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it’s only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they’re bleeding. stop with the ‘i didn’t even feel it’ yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it’s really gushin’, other times it’s a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it’s slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain’t that articulate. even if they’re mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that’s ur trope - or a secret, it’s gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they’re gonna feel fine. until….bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 110F. no 'oh no his fever is 120F!! ahhh!“ no his fever is 0F because he’s fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it’s a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

seizures (severe)

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

ALSO about fevers - they absolutely can cause hallucinations. Sometimes these alter memory and future memory processing. they're scary shit guys.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

ALSO I FORGOT LEMME ADD ON:

YOU DIE AT 85F

sorry I forgot. at that point for a sustained period of time you're too cold to survive.

pt 2

Flame Fusion and Music Art Festival

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creator:(Wolpis Carter)

Of course I gotta draw ponytail Aether~ 💛💛

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Hi, my name is Meow (yes, like the cat sound), and I seem to be one of the only GNC/KNMG shippers on Tumblr, so I decided to take one for the team and make a blog dedicated to our beloved gamer boyfriends!

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I failed to get Kinich's C1 🥲

Perhaps my luck ran out when I brought him home and got his weapon. I ran out of primos and I basically finished all my quests— except some story quests, ascension quests, spiral abyss, and imaginarium theater.

But I can't find the motivation to do any of those. 🥲😅

Oh well, it was an amazing banner.

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pairing: kinich, kaedehara kazuha, wanderer x reader

cw: soulmates! au. characters may look ooc. approximately 3k words. no pronouns mentioned though "my lady" is said in kazuha's part. fluffy, angsty, lovely. not beta-read.

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Kinich

Kinich had always felt a subtle pull toward something—or someone—just beyond his reach.

From the moment he was born, the thread that connected him to his soulmate had been a delicate shade of translucent red, often fading to the point of nearly vanishing. It was a constant reminder of the distance between them, a tangible sign that his soulmate was far away, perhaps even in another nation.

The people of Natlan revered the concept of soulmates, believing that every thread was woven by the hands of fate itself. Kinich, however, was not the type to wander beyond his homeland in search of this elusive connection. The rugged beauty of his tribe, the thrill of hunting, and the camaraderie of his people grounded him. He found comfort in the familiar rhythms of his life, though sometimes, during quiet moments beneath the canopy of the trees or while gazing at the stars, the thought of his soulmate would flutter in his mind like a restless bird.

Yet today was different.

As Kinich navigated the vibrant festival of the Scions of the Canopy, filled with laughter and the smell of roasted meats mingling with the sweetness of ripe fruit, he couldn’t shake a strange sensation. He glanced down at the red string on his finger, and to his surprise, it was brighter than he had ever seen—deep crimson, like the fiery sunsets that painted the sky at twilight. The sudden vibrancy sent a jolt of energy through him, and his heart raced with possibilities. For the very first time, it felt that his soulmate was closer than he had ever imagined.

The thought barely settled in his mind when a commotion broke out nearby. Kinich turned to see a crowd gathered around the bungee jumping platform, a popular attraction that had people leaping into the air with exhilarating abandon. The sight of the participants soaring through the sky brought a fainted smile to his face—until he noticed one figure preparing for a jump.

His heart seemed to stop as he caught sight of you, your hair whipping in the wind, laughter mingling with the cheers of the crowd. You appeared fearless, but as the countdown began, Kinich noticed something off: the rope seemed frayed, a dangerous instability in an otherwise thrilling endeavor. Panic surged through him as the countdown reached zero.

Before his mind could catch up to his body, he reacted. The faintest snapping sound echoed in his ears as the bungee cord gave way—a horrified gasp echoed from the crowd, but Kinich was already in motion. With a practiced flick of his grappling hook, he shot toward you, the hook catching a solid anchor just as you fell.

In the heartbeat between falling and impact, you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, jerking you from the void. Time seemed to slow as the world spun and your eyes locked onto his—the man who had saved your life.

Kinich landed gracefully with you in his arms, his grip steady and reassuring as if it were second nature. As the adrenaline pulsed through you, your heart raced not just from the near-death experience, but from the realization that your strings—both of yours—were now glowing vividly, a striking red.

The connection between you was undeniable, even if the situation was surreal.

“That was... close,” you murmured, still catching your breath, your voice trembling with disbelief.

Kinich’s usual nonchalance wavered momentarily as his eyes lingered on yours. He gently set you down, his hand brushing against yours as the string on his pinky tightened, pulling you two together subtly but magnificently. “You’re either very brave or very reckless,” he said, his voice low but calm, the faintest trace of amusement playing on his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile, even through the lingering adrenaline. “Maybe a little of both.”

He let out a quiet hum, stepping back slightly but not breaking eye contact. “Seems I’ll have to keep an eye on you, then.”

Before you could respond, a pitched voice cut through the air. “No! I though you’d finally gonna get yourself killed, Kinich. Shit! It seems I was wrong again.”

Kinich’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he muttered under his breath, “You wish.”

You blinked, wondering where the voice came from and noticing the sudden change in his demeanor, but before you could ask, Kinich’s focus returned to you. His intense gaze softened as he extended a hand, offering it to you with an unexpected formality. “It seems fate has brought us together in the most dramatic of ways.”

You laughed softly, the tension easing. “Seems that way. And here I thought I’d get a thrill from jumping, not falling.”

“There are safer thrills,” he answered, his hand still holding yours dearly. “One that doesn’t involve falling from cliffs.”

You bit your bottom lip in a failed attempt to hide a smirk, the soft flirtation in his voice making your heartbeats go faster. “Oh? Like what?”

He let his gaze linger on yours, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand. “Perhaps we’ll find out together.”

The red string between you entwined, as if urging the two of you closer. For the first time in a long while, Kinich felt more than just duty or the thrill of a adventuring—he felt the warmth of something that had been distant for too long.

And for you, the world around you seemed to quiet as the only thing that mattered now was the connection between you and the man fate had quite literally sent to catch you.

Kaedehara Kazuha

From the moment of birth, the faintest whispers of your soulmate begin to form in your mind, weaving through your thoughts, and growing clearer with time. The voices aren’t constant, but they drift in and out, as if carried on a breeze, reminding you of the presence of someone far away yet intimately close. Sometimes, it's a word spoken aloud, a laugh shared with a friend. Other times, it’s a fleeting thought, as private as a breath. And from childhood, this voice becomes an indelible part of your life, a companion whose face you have never seen but whose soul you know deeply.

Kazuha was still a boy when he first heard the voice. He was playing alone in the gardens of his family’s estate, surrounded by the quiet rustle of leaves and the gentle murmur of the wind. And then, as soft as a whisper, he heard it—a voice that wasn’t his own.

It was delicate, like the sound of water trickling over smooth stones. A voice so pure it carried the sweetness of a lullaby. At first, he thought it was part of the wind, some trick of the breeze, but as the days went on, the voice returned. Sometimes it sang, sometimes it hummed a tune that was unfamiliar yet soothing. And when it spoke, Kazuha listened, enchanted by the rhythm of the words, even if they weren’t meant for him.

Years passed, and the voice became a familiar presence in his life. He learned to recognize its tones—the way it brightened when it was happy, or softened when the person behind it was lost in thought. Even when he left the security of his childhood home, embarking on his wandering journey, the voice followed him. It was a constant companion, a tether that connected him to something beyond the world he knew.

The voice belonged to an opera singer from Fontaine, though Kazuha would only come to know this much later. As children, you’d hear each other speak, often unaware of the impact your words were having on the other side of the world. You’ve been singing since you were small, your voice a bright light in the waterside streets of Fontaine, and Kazuha had come to love the sound of it—first as a soothing melody in the background of his thoughts, and later as a force that brought him comfort during his travels. He could sense your emotions through your voice—the joy you found in your craft, the occasional frustration in your rehearsals, and the quiet moments when you’d murmur your thoughts to yourself.

You, too, had been listening to him. From the first haikus he had whispered into the wind as a child, to the quiet contemplations of a young man growing into his own. Though Kazuha was never one to speak much, the moments when he’d recite poetry or talk to the wind were enough to fill your heart with a sense of companionship. His voice, calm and steady, was a comfort to you as you navigated your own world of art and performance.

Neither of you knew exactly who the other was, but your voices had become a part of each other. Even without a meeting, you had grown up together—two souls connected by the invisible threads of fate.

As Kazuha grew older, his understanding of the voice deepened. He’d often find himself drifting off to sleep, only to wake with the faint echoes of your songs still lingering in his ears. He marveled at how perfectly your voice blended with the world around him—the wind, the sea, and the rustling of leaves in the forests he wandered. Your voice had become a song in the symphony of his life, and he cherished it.

For you, his words were like the poetry he often whispered to himself—a gentle, constant reminder that somewhere out there was someone who understood the world the way you did. You often wondered what he looked like, what kind of person could speak so softly yet carry so much meaning in his words.

Years passed, and though your connection remained strong, you never rushed to meet. There was no urgency, no desperation. Just the quiet understanding that one day, you’d find each other.

It wasn’t until Kazuha’s travels led him to Fontaine that your worlds finally began to merge. The hydro nation was a place where the beauty of the arts and the depths of the sea intertwined. Kazuha had no intention of seeking you out immediately. He had learned patience long ago and trusted that the wind would guide him when the time was right.

But as he wandered the streets of Fontaine, drinking in the sights and sounds of the city, he heard your voice again—clearer than it had ever been. This time, it was no distant whisper but a melody that floated on the air, rich and vibrant. You were rehearsing for an upcoming performance, your voice filling the opera house with the same beauty that had once echoed in his dreams.

He stood at a distance, watching you from the shadows. You were every bit as graceful as your voice, your movements fluid and elegant. Your presence commanded the space around you, yet there was a softness to you that drew him in. You were speaking with one of the directors with enthusiasm as you discussed the details of the upcoming opera. And though you didn’t know it, the man you had shared your thoughts with for so many years was standing just a few feet away, watching with quiet reverence.

Kazuha’s heart swelled as he took a deep breath, allowing the wind to guide him forward. It was time.

With the same grace that had carried him through countless battles and journeys, he approached you, his steps light and unhurried. When you turned, eyes meeting, the recognition was instant. The voice that had been a constant presence in your lives was now matched with a face.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. It was as though the world had stopped, leaving only the two of you standing in the fading light of the afternoon. And then, with a soft smile, Kazuha spoke.

“My lady,” he said, his voice as gentle as the breeze that stirred the air around both of you. He took your hand in his own, bowing slightly as he lifted it to his lips. The soft kiss he placed on the back of your hand was filled with all the quiet emotion he had carried with him for so many years. “It is an honor to finally meet you.”

Your smile widened, warmth rosing on your cheeks. “The honor is mine. I’ve heard your voice for so long… I almost thought I was dreaming when I heard you recite your poems for the first time.”

“As did I,” Kazuha replied, his crimson eyes soft as he gazed at you. “Your voice has been with me for as long as I can remember. Hearing you sing now… it feels as though I've been waiting for this moment my entire life.”

You laughed softly, the sound as musical as the voice he had come to love. “And I’ve been waiting for you. I always wondered when our paths would cross.”

“They were bound to,” Kazuha said, his tone warm. “The wind always carries us to where we are meant to be.”

With his and your hands still gently intertwined, you stood in the heart of Fontaine, the city alive with the murmur of art and life around them. But for the two of you, the rest of the world had faded, leaving only the echo of the voices that had connected you for so long.

In that moment, you knew that your journey—though long and winding—had led you both exactly where you were meant to be. Together.

Wanderer

In Teyvat, the concept of soulmates wasn’t something everyone discussed openly, but it was an unspoken truth understood by all. It was a tragic but beautiful reality for those people: no one ever dreamed—at least, not until they met their soulmate. The first and only dream a person would ever experience was a shared one, an intimate meeting with their destined one. This dream wasn’t bound by time or place, often filled with subtle moments, quiet connections, and profound understanding. But the dream itself didn’t mean immediate union. Many spent years after their dream searching, wondering when—or if—they’d ever cross paths with their other half in the waking world.

And not all believed they deserved a soulmate.

Wanderer had learned of the legend when he was still known as Kunikuzushi, back in the early days when he was newly formed and still discovering what it meant to exist. He hadn’t thought it applied to him, a puppet—a hollow being without a true heart, someone who was neither human nor divine. But one night, long ago, when he was still innocent and full of hope, he had a dream.

In that dream, he met you.

It wasn’t a vivid or wild vision. It was quiet, serene. You walked in a vast wheat field, your steps so rhythmic as if you were dancing between invisible trails that only you knew where it’d take you. Your back was turned to him but the sound of your laughter was a song that played like a lullaby in his head. When you looked up, your eyes meeting, something inside him stirred—a sense of calm, of being understood without words.

There were no grand gestures, no spoken promises. Just a glance, a soft smile, and a feeling that warmed him from the inside out. You were real, and for the first time in his short existence, he felt connected to something outside of himself. 

When he woke, the memory of that dream stayed with him, lodged deep in his mind like a forgotten melody. He tried to dismiss it, thinking it was some strange byproduct of his flawed creation. How could he have a soulmate when he wasn’t truly human?

Years, centuries passed, and Kunikuzushi became Scaramouche, and Scaramouche became Wanderer. He fell deeper into darkness, fueled by bitterness and anger. Yet, despite the walls he built around himself, the memory of the dream never fully faded. It lingered in the back of his mind, sometimes emerging in his quietest moments, like a long-lost hope he didn’t want to admit to. He believed that dream was lost to time, and that he had been undeserving of it. He had resigned himself to solitude, pushing away any notion that he might still have a connection to someone out there.

But everything changed the night he wandered the streets of Sumeru.

The night was calm, and the air was thick with the fragrant scent of flowers. It was one of those evenings where the city was still alive, bustling with life even under the veil of darkness. The marketplace glowed softly in the distance, filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter. Wanderer had no purpose being there, only walking aimlessly, his mind drifting between thoughts.

Yet, for reasons he couldn’t explain, the memory of that dream began to surface. The image of you, twirling in a field, returned with startling clarity. He could almost see the light in your eyes, feel the quiet comfort of that moment. His steps slowed as a strange, almost magnetic pull tugged at his chest, drawing his attention toward the marketplace.

And then he saw you.

You stood at a vendor’s stall, your profile illuminated by the soft lantern light. His breath hitched. It was as if time stopped. You looked exactly as you had in the dream—your presence both familiar and startling. He blinked, convinced his mind was playing tricks on him. After all this time, how could you be here?

You turned slightly, inspecting some trinket on display, completely unaware of him. The world around him blurred, all the noise fading into a distant hum as his focus remained solely on you. He felt his heart—did he even have one?—thunder in his chest.

A storm of emotions raged inside him. He hadn’t prepared for this. Could this truly be real? After all he had done—his mistakes, his hatred, his isolation—was it possible that fate hadn’t given up on him? Was he still deserving of a soulmate?

He found himself rooted to the spot, too stunned to move. He couldn’t approach you, not yet. How could he, knowing what he had become? A part of him was relieved, though—relieved that you existed, that the dream hadn’t been a cruel joke. But the hesitation that lingered was undeniable. What if you saw him for who he truly was and walked away? What if, after all these years, he was no longer the person you had dreamed of?

You moved away from the stall, and at that moment, your eyes swept over the crowd, casually scanning the area—until they locked onto his.

The recognition was instant, like a spark between two halves of a long-separated whole. You blinked, clearly processing what you were feeling as if the dream had come flooding back to you all at once. The same quiet understanding he had felt in the dream now passed between you in reality. Your expression softened, and though you seemed uncertain, you didn’t look away.

You took a tentative step toward him, your curiosity was evident. His heart raced again, the walls he had built around himself suddenly feeling fragile as if a single word from you could shatter them entirely.

And then you spoke.

“I saw you once upon a dream,” you said, your voice gentle, filled with the same warmth and wonder from the dream. There was no accusation in your tone, no judgment—just simple truth.

He swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, yet none of them made sense. All he could manage was, “Did you?”

You nodded, your gaze unwavering. “I thought it was just a trick of my mind, but… seeing you now, I know it was real.”

He stood frozen, a mix of doubts, disbelief, and relief swirling inside him. The person he had dreamed of, who he thought was forever out of reach, was standing in front of him. And you remembered him.

His voice was quieter than he intended when he finally spoke again. “I never thought I’d find you.”

You stepped closer, a soft smile forming on your lips. “Neither did I. But… here we are.”

The warmth in your eyes was something he hadn’t felt in so long. It made the walls around his heart tremble, threatening to crumble. He wanted to say so much, to explain the years that had passed, to tell you how unworthy he felt—but none of it mattered in that moment. You were here, and you had dreamed of him, too.

Perhaps, despite everything, he still had a chance at something real. Something good. And for the first time in his long, fragmented existence, Kunikuzushi felt a flicker of hope.

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I WON! I BROUGHT HIM HOME!

I GOT KINICH AND HIS WEAPON!!! 🎉🎉🎉 MAY YOU ALL HAVE THE SAME LUCK AS ME!

I did his quest just for additional luck, hope this works for your ritual.

Kinich wanters will be Kinich havers!!

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Some pics I took of Mualani and Kichina during the Pilgrimage

For those who haven't played the AQ yet, spoilers alert! Kichina is so precious and Mualani is the kind of best friend anyone wants to have.

Some pictures I took of the Pyro Archon Mavuika

Taking screenshots while the story is ongoing coupled with the internet being weak was hard. But the first three photos are definitely my favorites!

So my personal stance on Wanderer’s relationship with the Aranara is that when he’s first settling into Sumeru he has a habit of going off into the rainforest to brood, and this results in Nahida asking the Aranara to keep an eye on him and/or help her find him (which is how, for instance, she’s able to find him so easily in his 2023 birthday letter). For a while Wanderer genuinely has no idea how Nahida keeps tracking him down until he one day catches one of the Aranara peeking at him from the bushes and remembers Nahida has an entire army of little guys watching over the forest he’s trying to dramatically storm off in, which of course ruins the effect + his chances of being able to be cynical about the world in a canopy somewhere in undisturbed peace.

Whats additionally terrible about this is recently he told Nahida to stop making the Aranara supervise him, and she happily informed him she actually hasn’t asked them to do that in a while, so if it looks like the Aranara are still following him around, it’s probably because they’re “curious about” and have “taken a liking to” him. Nahida unfortunately also does not take Wanderer seriously when he insists that “such surveillance is cruel and unusual punishment for a prisoner” and that the “personal freedoms he is entitled to under Sumeru law are being violated”. She instead laughs in the face of his suffering (giggles at him) and suggests he should try to introduce himself to the Aranara because she thinks that he would quote “get along” with them.

Wanderer, frankly, finds this absurd and wholly unnecessary. He doesn’t even know why they’ve “taken a liking to him” or have burdened them with their silly, gourd shaped whimsical presences when apparently it’s predominately Only children and any adults who’ve “maintained their sense of childlike wonder” or whatever that can see them. Wanderer is possibly the furtherest thing from either category and concludes they probably “trust” him because he’s “friends” with their Archon or something. Its utterly baffling, but he can’t really do much about it, because what’s he supposed to do? Go out of his way to chase off a bunch of silly harmless little guys every time he goes wandering?? Definitely not. He has far more important things to worry about

I think one day, though, Wanderer ends up stumbling across an Aranara getting chased around by monsters and really has no choice but to intervene because a) the thing was so helpless it was kind of tragic and b) Nahida would probably be upset with him if he let one of her Aranara get terrorized by monsters. This is when everything truly starts going downhill, because the Aranara he saved was apparently VERY big on running its mouth, so now ALL of them are even More obsessed with him and encroach on him even More whenever he’s in the forest.

To make matters worse he also makes the mistake of offering one (1) Aranara a single small pastry (ONE time. As an experiment) and now they keep offering him bizarrely cooked food to return the favor and he really has no choice but to pack snacks for them everytime he enters their domain. Its completely out of control and he doesn’t know why Nahida finds such dire circumstances so amusing. They keep sitting on his hat and roping them into playing hide and seek with him. Unbelievable . (He finds them very cute and amusing to talk to due to the sheer intensity of their good natured whimsy. Its kind of cathartic) (he would never admit this)

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Why can't I get Cosmic Voyager Triplets out of my head?

Aka Aether and Lumine has a third sibling who has been separated from them (for some reason I can't think of right now) and has caught up to their siblings' current location: Teyvat.

Beautiful world. Wonderful creatures. Strong people.

Wait, what do you mean their sister is the princess of some Abyss or whatever? Is that a gang? ... It's a group that is against that floating island in the sky?

It's just a floating island, why can't their sister just blast it out of the sky? ... The sky's fake too?!

Oh? Their brother is a world famous Traveller who helped nations solve their problems? Wonderful! As expected of their bro-- He was pulled to join their sister's 'war against destiny'?

What destiny? What war? The triplets have a mission, they have to—

What do you mean they can't leave until the war's done? Fine! Let the third sibling join so they can get these things done faster–

What do you mean they need to journey — to hell with it! They just got done with their journey, now they have to go on another one?!

No. If they can't join their sibling, then the lone triplet is having an impromptu vacation. Ha! How do you like–

The third sibling is baffled, eye twitching, and laughed hysterically. Are you telling them their sister created trouble, their brother is in trouble, and now THEY have to pull them out of trouble?

WHAT HAPPENED WHILE THEY WERE SEPARATED?!

Or where the third sibling has been away from their beloved twins for so long that all they want to do is enjoy a feast, drink good alcohol, exchange stories, then leave to go to the next world. Only to find out something happened to the two and they have become a part of some great machinery of fate that could decide the future of Teyvat.

With the third there, they could either tip the scale's balance or just remain neutral and do whatever strikes their whim.

And who are these strange people/men/women? Why can't they leave them alone to enjoy the peace while their siblings run amok in the background doing who knows what?

Flowers, poems, compliments, alcohol, good food, great adventures, amazing sceneries, cute memorabilias, savior, hangouts, subtle attempts at turning it into dates, touch too intimate, eyes so soft, words so sweet—

Sorry, but looking for a lover is the last thing on their imaginary list–

Wow, this is what it takes for you to appear to them again? Brother, sister, are you afraid of me eloping or something?

Just wow.

I... Have no words for what I just wrote right now. Um, let me... Just leave it like this.

Fic I thought of but will probably never write

The star twins are actually triplets. In the last world where all three were together, the youngest had grown attached to the inhabitants and helped nurture a growing civilization that, if left alone, would cease to exist. But the triplets were beings that never stay in one place for too long. The call of the stars and the worlds beyond are too strong to ignore, but the youngest's compassion and nurturing nature overpowered that call.

She didn't want to force her siblings to stay as she helped the civilization to flourish, to ensure that they'll be able to stand on their own without her guidance, to ensure their future is secure. So she told them that she will catch up to their journey.

Aether and Lumine didn't want to leave their sister behind. Their very souls ached and cried at the thought of separating from her. They argued, almost to the point where they wanted to force the sister to leave with them. But the third insisted and, with plenty of promises and reassuring their worries, they finally relented.

When the second triplet sister accomplished her mission, she set out to find her siblings. After a long journey, she finally pinpointed their location, in a world called Teyvat.

"Brother, sister, I'm finally coming home to you."

Meanwhile...

A beat. A strong and familiar energy washed over him. Something in his soul shifted. A vacant space that suddenly stirred to life and completed the puzzle that was his very existence. His whole body, his heart, mind, and soul calling out to their third, to their triplet sister who has been away for so long.

Aether froze, hand flying to his chest as he felt the bond that felt so far away and so painful, like a rubberband stretched thin, now easing and coming closer.

His gaze moved to the fake sky above and if he tried, he can see a dazzling shooting star heading straight to where he is at.

She was coming home.

Orrr...

Aether is a siscon who desperately missed his two other halves because one is an Abyss ruler and the other one has been a civilization's ruler/saintess who is prone to reckless actions. One is actively avoiding him until he finishes his journey and the other is finally returning to his side. And he will ensure that's where she'll stay.

Now this is a setting where everyone is obsessed with Aether but he never seem to reciprocate, notice, or understand their advances. Then come his second sister that popped out of nowhere who effortlessly got all his attention, love, care, and doting.

At first, the admirers were jealous of the biased treatment. But then they see how compassionate, loving, nurturing, and understanding she is. She is also a BAMF.

Now almost everyone is also obsessed with this girl who is mildly aware of their advances but can't be bothered to deal with it. She just wanted to be with her brother while they look for their sister.

Do you think you could explain the difference between sexual attraction and aesthetic attraction? I'm pretty sure I'm asexual, but I'm not certain, and I've heard these terms used together. Thank you

Of ccourse, dear anon!

Sexual and aesthetic attraction are not the same, and whether and to what extent you experience sexual attraction does not influence whether and to what extent you experience aesthetic attraction, and vice versa. You can experience both, neither, one of them, or your experiences may fluctuate.

If you are attracted to someone sexually, you feel a desire to engage in sexual activities with them. If you're asexual or on the asexual spectrum, you may not experience sexual attraction towards anyone of any gender, or you may experience it very rarely or under specific circumstances. If you are attracted to someone aesthetically, you find them visually appealing, regardless of whether you want to engage with them sexually, romantically, platonically, or simply watch them from afar—similar to appreciating a beautiful work of art. It's more about enjoying the way someone looks rather than wanting to act on those feelings in a sexual, romantic, etc. way.

It's quite common for acespecs to talk about their confusion as to whether they are experiencing sexual attraction or whether it's "just*" aesthetic attraction, which may lead to them questioning their identity/sexuality and struggling to better understand it (because when they encounter someone they find visually appealing, they sometimes don't know whether they "want to do something about it" or not due to a lack of experience in recognising what attraction is or isn't). *by the word "just" I in no way mean to belittle aesthetic attraction or make it seem any less valid or important or significant than sexual attraction!!

Hope this helps!

Taking the time to appreciate I am aroace

I love the idea of romance and sex with fictional characters, but the idea of romance and sex with non-fictional people in real life? Please count me out.

SAGAU fic I just thought of right now

Reader is not an imposter, yet not the creator as well, but someone who was given a mission by them.

It was getting harder to breath, their blood pooled around them like a puddle. The metallic taste in their mouth made them cringe. Despite the agonizing pain they were in as their life slowly drains away, they still kept their blank stare focused on the mob in front of them.

Almost all vision users were present, some with delusions, all standing behind the archons who stood at the front.

"You failed. I pity you."

One of the archon's eyes narrowed in distaste. "We do not know what you mean, but what is clear is that you must pay for your sins."

The corner of their mouth twitched upwards. "You were right. I am not the Creator." It was their turn to narrow their eyes. "But I am no imposter either."

"And what do you mean by those words?"

Unable to help themself, a laugh burst out of their mouth. It was unconstrained, derisive... All for her next words to destroy the entire crowd.

"I may not be the Creator but that doesn't mean I have no connections to them!" They started with a grin so big and eyes full of glee. "Hi hi hi -I was sent here to Teyvat... As a test for all of you. To test... How you will treat Them for when They finally descend upon this world as a mortal. All in order to walk amongst her creation and be seen as one of you!

"And you all... failed." A sweet smile grace her face then, even as her manic eyes swept around the crowd. "They have seen your cruelty. They have seen the pain and suffering you inflict upon one who did not choose to bear the same face as them. You have shown and proved that had they descended then... You would have inevitably killed them."

Black spots danced around their vision but they can still see the horror, grief, and remorse on every single faces. Though their breathing became labored that they had to take short, quick breaths, they were finally relieved to return to where she belongs. Back to the Creator's side.

"Truly...I pity you... For you have... Lost... The chance to... Be in... Their presence."

Their entire body glowed like the first light of the sun in the morning. In front of the people's eyes, their body began to disappear in sparks of dust that flew into the darkening sky, uncaring of the chaos that was left below.

Asagiri's Photo taking Event: Neuvillette is so photogenic

This is how I imagined him like when judging the other archons.

What is thesis?

-An important contribution to research in solving real-world problems, testing a claim, or explaining a phenomena.

Me: A mess of facts and references that were painstakingly harvested stirred together in a couldron until they make sense.

Searching for fanfics

Katekyo Hitman Reborn (Tsuna! And Adult Reborn! And Kyoya! ... The others as well)

Kingdom Hearts (Sora, Roxas, I can't choose one)

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (Rimuru Tempest)

Seven Deadly Sins (Meliodas)

My Hero Academia (Midoriya Izuku)

Inuyasha

Detective Conan

Naruto (Naruto)

Genshin Impact (Aether, Xiao, omg there are too many)

Inazuma Eleven (again, too many)

Fruits Basket (Yukiiii!!)

...there are many more but these are my top priority.

My OC, Stelleria Hartamias. Full-time royalty, part-time worldhopper.

Newcomer

I don't know why I came here but I am bored so I might as well make the best of it.

So...

Anyone know where I can find Rimuru Tempest headcanons/imagines/scenarios with a S/O?