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Man Spade and little Layla interactions would be so cute oml 😭💕

Guys Mother and Daughter!

They are legit too goofy together :3 (I need to draw her with Jien's baby!)

Jien belongs to @n0tamused

Eu amo a reação de pânico do meu marido Zayne 😍😍🥰🥰

@Créditos na imagem

My favourite masked fool finally dropped in game 😩 I demand e6 rn!!!

Spade (In Game)

She honestly came out perfectly!

@drowning-in-cabbages and @n0tamused 👀

I made a little connection ..

. Gonna ramble in the tags about it maybe or I'll just leave it at this...

do you listen to music when you write?

Personally, I listen to legend of zelda osts on repeat

i'm wondering if others do the same

Oh absolutely. I'm somewhat of an addict when it comes to music.

My usual routine when it comes to writing, especially more complex pieces that also have dialogue, is to first read a few chapters of GoT and then I just play a playlist of GoT/HOTD osts and get to work. Ramin Djawadi honestly is such an amazing artist when it comes to these osts I can't get enough of them

I don't know many people that can write without some tune tbh, I don't think I've met anyone that writes in silence unless it's for uni. I don't usually listen to anything if it's some paper for uni either tbh, that is the only time I write in silence.

southern parts of my country (namely Jablanica and some surrounding localities) have been hit with horrific floods overnight. the extent of the damages and casualties (so far unofficially over ten people died last night due to the floods) is yet to be assessed, the roads in and out of the area are cut off and in ruins, theres barely anyone down there with cell signal.

if you have any money to spare towards the aid they'll need in the coming days to afford necessities post evacuation, as well as the always welcome financial help our charity org (pomozi.ba) will use to purchase and distribute said aid packages to those in need, please dont hesitate to do so, or to spread the word so that others may chip in as well.

dont feel obligated at all, of course, times are tough everywhere and other parts of the world (palestine, sudan, congo) are in more dire need of financial help, hence only if you have money to spare do send some over to one of the accounts below that applies:

thank you!

I have done quite a few dragon designs so far, and rn curiosity is getting the better of me and I'd like to know which design you guys like the best in this series so far! :)

HSR characters as dragons pt 1 (Ratio, Luocha, Blade)

Characters as dragons pt 2 (Argenti, Boothill)

Characters as dragons pt3 (Jing Yuan, Aventurine)

Characters as dragons pt 4 (Sunday, Trailblazers)

I have done quite a few dragon designs so far, and rn curiosity is getting the better of me and I'd like to know which design you guys like the best in this series so far! :)

Gonna link them here too if people wanna quick jump

Wuwa characters as dragons 1 (Jiyan, JInhsi, Mortefi, Geshu Lin)

Part 2 (Calcharo, Aalto, Scar,Encore)

Shares are appreciated <3

Thank you all so much for your support on this series!

oh my GODDDD i love your dragon posting. it okay to do fanart for it? if not, that’s alright! =3 i’m more inclined to diluc dragon because…well. diluc. i enjoy him. i’m gonna go back and reread it now <3

aaAAAAAA SCREAMS?!?!?

Thank you so much for liking the series, I really appreciate all the kind words! :') and please, go right ahead! I'd honestly love it if you could tag me as well, I'd love to see your work!

━ a journey of unnumbered years, of nights and days, of bygone times now passed like shadows, of the infinite vicissitudes of life.

Genshi/HSR Characters as Dragons!

A/n: It has been a bit since my last dragon post, sorry my friends. Gotten a bit under the weather but I think that small reprieve has given me a lot of time to think of these designs! So I really hope you like them. Let me know what you think, or maybe who you'd like to see next in dragon form?

Contents: Diluc Ragnvindr, Sunday, Trailblazers(Stelle and Caelus) x GN Reader (separate), angsty hcs and also fluff, implied religious trauma in Sunday's hcs? Trauma in general.

Words: 2000

Diluc Ragnvindr:

-The esteemed Uncrowned King of Mondstadt is not only famous for belonging to a rich family and being top of the food chain in the industry, but also for possessing a power unlike any other. Dragons and dragon shapeshifters, although not unheard of or rare, have been scarcely seen since the cataclysm. Besides Dragon Dvalin, not many others are present in Mondstadt today

-No one exactly knows whether the Ragnivindr family had dragon people before, as the family seems to have kept their history to themselves, but if secrecy was their goal then what did bring Diluc to display his skill with claws and fang? Some speculate that it is not the Ragnvindr lineage that carries this power, but rather it is his mother that passed down the dragon blood onto her son. Diluc doesn’t talk about it whatever the case is. 

-Even in dragon form he is hard to mistake for someone else. He carries himself with power in every step and is always well kept. 

-Kaeya used to tease him when they were children, when Diluc didn’t have much control over his draconic form and when he used to stumble from being a kid one moment and being a small hatchling the other. Kaeya would pull at his tail only to get smacked by it. But the two boys were inseparable and trusted one another. Kaeya never spilled the secret of his red-headed brother’s abilities 

-Not even the childhood friends Jean and Barbara knew of the secret

-Yet, that dreadful night came when Crepus died, and flames soared so high and so hot that not even the rain could quench it. 

-It goes without saying that Diluc carries a lot of guilt and trauma from those days and for the first time in his life he found himself truly and utterly alone. He had no one. Crepus was dead, Kaeya betrayed him, Adelinde was just a maid, he couldn’t trouble her and he and any other friend he may have had in his youth have long since drifted apart.

-Grief turned to anger and that anger swallowed him, pushing him onward on the path of vengeance.

-Shneznaya had suffered much of his attacks - well, the Fatui there did, Diluc never risked harming a civilians, and he had saved quite a few hostages that the Fatui had gotten their hands on. In the land of ice, Diluc almost died as well once he came face to face with one of the Fatui Harbingers, and a dragon shifter at that too. He managed to live by the skin of his teeth, dragging his battered self into the snowy deserts that stretched on endlessly

-That incident ultimately sent him back to his home. He had learnt much and suffered plenty, it was time to let the winter turn to spring.

-Adelinde and Elzer had sent him many letters, he knew, he received most of them. Yet he never had the heart to respond to them..

-He came back a new man, scarred both in flesh and soul, yet a small piece of him was… content, maybe numb too. The cold of the nation Tsaritsa governs over certainly took its toll on him.

-If truth be told, he didn’t expect to return from the trip and he certainly didn’t think he’d ever form any sort of notable relationships in his personal life. He didn’t look for them nor did he particularly look forward to any either. His wound always felt too fresh to let anyone close

-Yet you just managed to do just that. Get close enough into this barricade he built around himself, and you helped put soft linen around his wounds, holding him close when he yearned for touch, leaving him be when he yearned for the cold.

-It took a while, but a rose in the wall of ice began to bloom. Flowers, no matter how delicate, always find cracks to grow in, even stronger than on solid ground.

-Diluc is quite protective of you, very much so, but he is not pushy with it. He understands boundaries and he himself is not a fan of always hovering over someone’s head or being in someone’s space. He does have his ears and good eyes, not just his own, that would alert him should any harm come to you

-You did find some of his feathers around the winery. At first you didn’t know they were his, so you just picked it up as it was still a rather impressive feather, yet it became even more precious once you learnt it belonged to him. Diluc didn’t understand why you’d keep it or regard it with so much admiration, but he wasn’t going to voice whatever protest he had that soon died on his tongue

-He reveals his dragon form to you even later, in the lush grass around the Dawn Winery during one dusky evening. Winter was coming so the air was chilly and breezy. You wanted to watch the sunset and to eventually stargaze, but Diluc wanted you warm while you did that, and soon his dragon form was lying behind your back, his warmth seeping into you and keeping you comfortable.

Sunday:

-Not every eye that is open is seeing, and not every eye that is closed is dreaming, so who are we to judge another? Sunday, the dragon in rule over the Land of Festivities, had long since ascended past a simple ruler. His current form alone demanded a certain form of delicate respect, a cautious one at that.

-No one remembers how he may have looked like before, if he had eyes or if those had been claimed by the Harmony or ▇▇▇▇

-Aeon of Harmony keeps their eyes closed, and in doing so rids themselves of any subjective thoughts. All are equal, and together we are stronger, such is the mantra of Harmony and Sunday was adept at putting that image forth. People were happy, people were content. 

-How many wings does Sunday have that are his own? Only two pairs. One pair meant for flight was crippled, cut short, and the other pair shields his eyes from the world. He now only moves and flies when THEY wish he flies, when THEY allow it, when THEY deem it necessary, and not anytime else. These wings are a burden and a blessing. They’re not his own but he hates to think they’d hurt him should he make some error - not that he would, he won't allow himself an error. No..

-Sunday inhabits his dragon form a lot of times, which, in a way, is also dictated by THEM. The only time he is human is when he goes behind the screen to listen to people confessing their bad deeds and their sins, bestowing his blessing and forgiveness unto them and guiding them back on the right track. THEY are merciful, he says, you have been forgiven.

-His words of advice and the action he took to ‘renovate’ the Land of Festivities(Dreams) have gained him much support and love and even many more followers where he previously had less. People generally did like the Oak family, they also loved his sister. She was the pearl of the Oak family, the sun, and he was the moon and the sea. 

-The colorful pair of horns on his head is said to come from the Harmony as well, it is THEIR blessing to Sunday, to look more formidable yet more approachable. It is THEIR gift. People know and people see this as a sign that he is the true leader they should follow. Many have become more easy to get to do certain things - most of them good yes, like behaving and upholding the rules while in the Dreamscape, but other actions came as hidden tactics from THEM to harvest the necessary power needed for the next step.

-Sunday has become lost in this grand scheme of things, and even the thought of the next morning became a thought too far to consider. He barely has time alone and to himself, he can never escape the eyes of THEM.

-He hates to trouble you. You two have drifted apart it would seem, yet from time to time Sunday would find you visiting him, wishing to give him company at least for a little while. And silently he prays he can indulge you - he wants to, he misses you, your warmth, your presence, your voice, your touch. He is welcoming to you. You have an idea of what’s happening: stress, work, duty - it is a response that he offered one too many times, but there was more, something you couldn’t dig up. It was a thorn in your side, you couldn’t get it out.

-So you sit with him, sharing some words and stories over dinner, tea and cakes. Other times you lay with him, his ear to your chest, listening to the gentle drumming of your heart, a lullaby that is the last thing able to have him sleep soundly.

-He dislikes for you to see him in his dragon form, he considers it broken although it looks angelic in the eyes of the majority, but as it is the form he is found in a lot of the time it is unavoidable. Yet you are the only person he allows to touch him, besides his sister. 

-Touch him, pet him, do as you wish. He is there for you.

Trailblazers:

-Double trouble, Baseballer of the Cosmos, the Nameless, the…*looks at smudged ink writing* Yes, the esteemed Trailblazers!

-You may have heard many stories about them, but once you get a look at them in reality, you’ll see just how amazing they are. The world is vast, yet they seem to shock everyone with their…otherworldly appearance.

-They both claim they weren’t like this before - they were two different people, but now they’re not and they do not remember how it all came to be this way. It is odd, but they’ve gotten used to it.

-Despite the appearance, Stelle is the more aggressive of the two and usually packs a more meaner bite, headbutt or a nastier scratch of the claws. Caelus is more shy, despite him looking more scary, he is sheepish and a tad bit more naive. But both of them are determined to get to the bottom of their story and to get back to their own bodies. The stellaron within them also seems to have something to do with their current predicament. 

-There were times where they were glad for it, as they could provide each other with company and comfort, their heads nuzzling their cheeks together or tangling their necks when they go to sleep in the dragon form. 

-Going in human form is rather complicated, neither of the two like it as one would have to be “dormant” while the other roams the world. The dormant one is able to hear most of what goes on outside, but they’re stuck roaming the subconscious like a heliobi - roaming through hazy memories and corridors. They have gotten used to each other's company so much that it is odd to be “alone”.

-They both love the express a lot and their significant other - which also puzzles them as to how they even have one to begin with.. but alright, they’re not arguing against it nor are they dissatisfied. It is funny how, at times, one of them can get sassy with the other when it comes to dates and things, sometimes even jealous. 

-But it is cute, and it works out in the end.

-At times there are situations where it would be better for either Stelle or Caelus to go (battle - Stelle; something more diplomatic - Caelus), so the two can switch back and forth if really necessary

-Their tail in dragon form is something like a beaver tail, although much fluffier. It can pack a nasty hit if you’re unfortunate to be on the receiving end of their attacks..

Size chart:

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Inktober Week 1: EARTH 🍁 • Morax

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Next dragon post: diluc, trailblazers and chicken wing boy

Not alone

Contents: Diluc Ragnvindr x GN reader, comfort angst

Words: 473

The evening was stiff with the winter cold and the gloomy clouds sailing overhead. Diluc had found you in the corner of your bedroom, huddled not on the bed beside it, pressed against the wall,your arms around your knees. He didn’t need to ask to know that the weather and the recent activities brought more out of you than you cared to admit, memories opened old wounds and you were now bleeding before him. 

His gloves slip from his hands one by one as he approaches you, crouching down beside you and finding your cold hand in his warm one. His scarred fingers curl around it, bringing it up closer so his lips could press against the knuckles. His lips linger, pressed against the skin as you hide your face away in your knees, finding the world smaller and more manageable that way. It was all too much, too much, you wonder how you pushed it this far, how you found the strength to walk back home after each tiring shift, where does it all come from? It puzzled you even more why Diluc cared enough to try and comfort you, knowing how stubborn you can be. Yet, deep inside you knew it was because he was selfless in the heart of his heart. He wanted to help, not just you but everyone - his nights were spent toiling away so the people of Mondstadt remained safe. 

A cracked whimper fell from your mouth and you shrunk in on yourself further, your hand jumping from his grasp. Like a leaf against the snow you do your best to hold yourself to your roots, no matter how unpromising or cold they now have become. The storm tears at you, but you don’t give into it, even if giving into it means staying whole.

For a moment he panics, watching how you shied back into the corner of your self made prison. But his will- his need to offer you any semblance of comfort doesn’t waver and he reaches forward. His hands slowly find purchase on your shoulders, sliding around until he has you leaning forward and accepting the embrace. You sob into his chest, his layered outfit cushioning your head, the scent of winter still faintly clinging onto him. 

He is warm to the touch. Arms envelop you tighter, holding you closer, Diluc is no longer crouching before you, but he is sitting down propped up against the bed with you in his hold.

“I’m here.. I’m here..” He can be heard whispering, his nose finding the top of your head, nuzzling into your ever so gently. Fingers run through your hair, smoothing it down before he rubs at your nape, repeating the motions as you show your wounded soul to him through sniffled and hiccuped words. He listens, he understands.

You’re not alone. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

Goodnight post and it's "why get a cat when you have Jien at home". And why should you? She's a furnace in the winter.

My eyes are falling shut as I'm typing this hope y'all are taking care of yourselves, getting proper rest and all. Goodnight pookies

Starting with Uni tomorrow, replies, fics and art will become slow most likely.

As for rp replies, I'll try to get them done tonight. But as I mentioned, from now on they make take longer to get to. Apologies in advance.

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"our kisses are always worth the wait."

Dr Ratio x gn!reader- Flufftober day one

t/w- established relationship, fluff summarry- what would your mornings be like with the famous Dr ratio? Nav

Before the sun was even up, Dr Ratio was. Making coffee and taking up the the kitchen counter with his equations and other work things. You however were a later riser, Ratio had already made you breakfast and some (coffee/tea)or another drink). If you didn't get up at your specific time, Ratio would become a bit concerned and try to come and wake you.

"Darling, the sun's been up for ages. You should be too."

"Mmm 5 more minutes." You grumbled rolling over.

"No. Come on. Time to get up." You could still feel the smile on his face despite not seeing him.

"Mmm."

Then a full blast of air hit you, your warm sanctuary had been destroyed by none other then your partner. You groaned rolling back around to face the blue-haired man.

"Ratio.... Your so mean."

"But, you love it."

"Yeah. Got me there "

As you sat up on the bed Ratio sat down next you wrapping an arm gently around you. As he pulled you closer you felt the warmth from his body on yours. You felt him plant a kiss gently on the top of your head.

"What about I make you a drink, then you might wake up some more?"

"Sure."

As the weight shifted on the bed, you began to feel cold again. He'd be back soon, hopefully.

When ratio came back in he found you curled under the blankets again. "Wake up y/n. You've got stuff to do."

"Like what?"

"Work."

"What work?"

"Your job."

"Do I have to?"

"Yeah."

"No fair." You grumbled pushing out of bed for the second time.

You opened your arms to signal you wanted Ratio next you. He understood and once again wrapped his arms around you. Except this time he pulled both of you back against the headboard. He planted gentle kisses along your face, making you blush ever so slightly.

"And you wanted me out of bed?"

"Yeah but that was just to wake you up. Now your awake. Drink your drink."

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Since when do you play genshin?

I've been playing since a long time ago. Started a bit before Itto's first banner.