Some More Genshin Cookie Gals!

some more genshin cookie gals!

turns out I can in fact (temporarily) get over my writers block - which is so bad I may as well call it a writers wall - with the power of Extremely Nonsensical Crossovers that have no content and are so brainrotty that I must write them Immediately. so uh hopefully the first chapter of yet another one of my nonsense crossover WIPs will be up tomorrow.

the knights of favonius but they are cookies...

i finally (almost) finished the sumeru archon quest and like. it is SO funny to me how much time in the last few acts we spend third-wheeling mostly for people who arent even there, like we mention tighnari to cyno and his ENTIRE attitude towards us changes, vice versa gets tighnari to trust us immediately, and every time they talk about each other… not to mention whatever dehya and candace were doing anytime they were together lmao. traveler is truly cursed to be the eternal third wheel

some of my favorite pictures from the bungou stray dogs photoshoot at otakon!

sitting in my pottery class thinking about that post about feeling the fingerprints in ancient pottery and wondering. in thousands of years, will archeologists dig up our clay and pottery to put in museums and marvel at? the lopsided clay animals of elementary-school children, the mass-produced creations carefully painted at birthday parties and paint-your-own-pottery shops, the delicate creations from skilled workers who spent years and years at the wheel? will they run their fingers over the clay, many years in the future, feeling the fingerprints in a second-grader’s pinch pot, lopsided and brightly-colored and excitedly presented to parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles, displayed proudly on the fireplace mantle? will they trace the grooves in an elegant pot, crafted carefully by someone whose first love was the way the ceramic molded under their fingers, sold and gifted to someone who keeps it as a family heirloom, cradling the gentle stems of hundreds of flowers over the years? will they inspect the progression of color in a set of complicated, machine-molded tchotchkes, changing over the years from a child’s expression of their favorite colors to an artist carefully painting in the lines, displayed in a bedroom, kept dusty on a shelf and admired from a distance? will these future people feel the same way we do now, fitting their hands where ours once were, realizing that oh, these were people too, who lived and loved and created just for the sake of it? maybe, just like we aren’t so different from those who came before us, those who will come after us won’t be so different either. we’re all human, after all.