Honestly Kinda Just Want To Make A Post About How Much Rosado Means To Me As A Character. Like Seriously

Honestly kinda just want to make a post about how much Rosado means to me as a character. Like seriously I don't think I've ever related to a character more than I have than him. Ever get one of those characters you see for the first time you're like "That one" yea Rosado was basically that for me.

Even now it's a bit difficult to put into words how happy he makes me. I know saying something like that is kinda silly since I said I wanna make a post about how much he means to me but still! He truly is just very special to me both in good and bad ways for me. So to see a character like him and how he was handed in the game makes me truly happy.

Shared Bounty | FEH Halloween Icons #3

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On my way to creating an artwork that's so rad that I probably can't ever re-creating this in the future

But I also found it in my old folder (and damn it's been 2 years already)

Such improvements fr fr

it’s early in the morning when lyney wakes up—a habit he developed from being a fatuus.

however, you on the other hand, were sleeping as soundly as ever.

the sun is beaming throughout his room, illuminating all the small crevices of your face for only him to see. light flows around the entire room, but it mainly seems to be focusing on you.

his finger lightly brushed the apple of your cheek as you calmly sleep. it moves throughout your face, from tracing your cheek to tracing your jawline. and then—lyney gets too carried away with himself—his finger brushes your bottom lip carefully, making sure not to wake you.

you still for a while, until you don’t. you turn your body to face lyney.

“stop that,” you mumble.

lyney jumps back, partially because: one, he didn’t know you were awake, and two, you moved and your eyes were still closed.

lyney goes to apologize, but you cut him off, “the bunnies need to go in the hat.”

um, what?

lyney shifts himself closer to you, watching as your eyelids dart back and forth. your hands are slightly moving as well, almost as if they’re trying to grab something.

“get back in here,” you slur, still making grabbing motions with your hands. “lyney is gonna be mad if you don’t get back in the hat.”

oh? so you’re dreaming about him?

lyney can’t help but smirk to himself. you’re dreaming about him. throughout his entire life, lyney never imagined himself being dreamed about. in all honesty, he never imagined himself having someone that would dream about him, at all.

yet, here you are. lyney wonders to himself: what is he doing in your dream? is he berating you for letting the bunnies go? he hopes that isn’t the case, since lyney couldn’t even imagine himself raising his voice at you. did he let the bunnies go himself?

he raises a hand to touch you again, but this time, you catch his wrist in your hands. did you wake up? how could you do that without even opening your eyes?

“got you,” lyney could hear the satisfaction in your voice. he knows you’re referring to the bunnies, but he would like to think that you’re referring to him.

“you got me,” lyney quietly smiles. you’ve got me always. lyney uses his free hand to brush over your features once again, simply admiring the lovely sight that was next to him in bed. it’s still marveling how he’s managed to get someone like you.

he gently moves your head—it’s a small move, so small and so light that you’re still fast asleep—and he takes his time to fully soak in your light. the sun is still shining over you. even when sleeping, you still look radiant.

lyney sighs. you say that you got him, but really, he got you (somehow). he feels as though he was yours before you were ever his. lyney plants a small kiss on the corner of your lips before he shufles back into bed with you.

“lyney?” you groggily move. uh oh. this time, lyney has a feeling you’re actually awake.

your hand is still on his wrist, yet the grip feels looser than it did before. however, before you could let go, lyney holds your hand in place.

“shh,” lyney gently strokes your eyebrow, “it’s all dream,” he assures you.

lyney smiles as he watches your eyes flutter shut, and as you inch closer to him when you fall asleep. you’re resting on his shoulder now, your warm engulfing him in all the best ways.

he cannot wait to remind you of this dream when you wake up.

INFATUATED | AETHER

i. summary mutual pining but aether is a tease and you're an idiot

ii. tags 1.5k words, aether helplessly in love, reader being dumb and in denial, bff!yoimiya may be ooc and may embarrass you, set in inazuma, fluff & flirting

Aether’s always smiling whenever you see him.

At first, you thought it was because he’s just a happy little guy, always wearing a grin as bright as his hair. Like the sun, and you’re but a flower soaking in his light. But then you hear how people talk about him—

“He’s quite terrifying, isn’t he? Sometimes I get too scared to ask for help…”

“They weren't joking about what they said regarding the Traveler. He looks young and yet has the eyes of a seasoned warrior.”

“Scary. And a bit strange. His eyes are so… blank. It’s like he’s drifting out, and it’s why he has that pixie around to do all the talking.”

—and now, you’re not so sure. The Aether you’ve met is nowhere near the Traveler they keep raving about. Are they dealing with a doppelgänger?

Yoimiya mulls over your words with a thoughtful hum. She loudly sips on her drink. “Hmm, have you ever considered it might be because he’s just happy every time you’re there?”

You scoff, nestling into your chair with crossed arms—to protect yourself from Yoimiya’s wild imagination, no doubt. “That’d be absolutely presumptuous of me to even think about.” Aether? Happy to see you? Absurd.

She tilts her head as if she pities you. “I’m blessed to not have turned out this oblivious.”

“Hey!”

“Listen to me.” She sets her glass down; it rattles the table. The owner casts you both a stern look. “He’s really just infatuated with you. How hard is it to see that?”

Very hard. Yoimiya is reaching. This is one of the truths she’s trying to pursue—except there is no truth here, just plain fantasy. “It doesn’t make sense,” you insist, growing frustrated. “He’s the Traveler, I’m no one important.”

She hums. “I’ll admit no one in Teyvat can compare to the Traveler, but no one else seems to make him happier than you do. Which is why I’m saying that explains why he’s smiling whenever you—”

“Bold assumptions you’re making,” you interrupt quickly.

“Trust me! He liiiiikes you in that way.”

“Why? How do you know that?”

“‘cause,” Yoimiya grins, her eyes sparkling. She’s as excited as she usually is talking about fireworks. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I can ask him, if you wanna be sure about it.”

“Please don’t ask him anything weird,” you plead. “He’s met so many people, Yoimiya. Why me? What do I have to offer to the holder of the dragon-defeating, god-slaying, renowned fatui-slaughtering reputation? Nothing!”

“Does he have to be with someone who’s done all of that?” she asks, and your thoughts come to a halt. Does it? No, certainly not—unless that’s what he wants. And that might be what he wants!

“Well,” you clear your throat. “Perhaps, if that’s what makes him happy.” At Yoimiya’s quirked brow, you slouch in defeat, cheeks heating up at even thinking about what Aether’s type is. “You’re enjoying this,” you murmur at the sight of Yoimiya’s conspiratorial grin.

“I’m not, I’ve just never seen you act this shy and cute before! So this is what you’re like when you have a crush?” Over Yoimiya’s shoulder, you spot a familiar pixie and a mop of golden hair from afar, walking over.

Your eyes widen, “I am not acting shy and cute—”

“What’s this? Y/N has a crush!?” Paimon’s shrieky voice is unmistakable. It’s hard to mistake her even if you tried. They’re still a few feet away, but Yoimiya’s voice can be very loud.

“I don’t,” you want to snark, however meeting Aether’s eyes has your voice going quiet. Maybe Yoimiya’s right: you are acting very shy. “Hi, Aether, Paimon.”

“Ooh,” Paimon giggles, kicking her feet. “What were you two talking about, huh? Paimon heard Yoimiya talking about a crush.” Paimon notices your wide-eyed panic. “Oh, Paimon can kick Aether out!”

Exasperated, Aether casts Paimon a look. “Who’s gonna pay for your order?”

Paimon deflates. “W-Well, Paimon can ask Yoimiya—”

“No can do; I spent all Mora on me already.”

“—Then, Paimon will—”

You arch an eyebrow. “I don’t think I can afford your usual orders. Don’t look at me. I’m a starving artist already.”

She huffs. “Fine! Paimon was trying to protect your secret but she guesses that no one’s appreciating it anyway!” Paimon, the only one who’s terrible at keeping secrets, says. She turns to her companion, hands clasped together. “Aether…”

“Alright, alright,” Aether sighs, pulling out his wallet. The poor thing.

You and Yoimiya share a look as Aether orders food for him and Paimon. You weren’t anticipating that the Traveler—the subject of your predicament—would end up here, out of all the corners and food stalls in Inazuma. Then again, that’s his thing: he’s everywhere, all at once, including the nook and cranny of your heart.

Aether turns to you, a smile blossoming across his face, which is nice, actually, despite the flutter of your heart that is starting to feel like horror. His side profile was driving you crazy, anyway. “Should we leave you two to talk about crushes?”

Just one word directed at you is enough to have you fidgeting uselessly in your seat. And this doesn’t go unacknowledged by Yoimiya, who springs up to save the day. “Don’t worry about it, Traveler! We were just talking about this—this novel that we started reading the other day.”

“Really?” Aether doesn’t sound like he believes it one bit. “Well, Paimon and I have been looking for reading material anyway. Would you mind if we borrowed it?” Said pixie is too busy stuffing her face with Dry-Braised Salted Fish to care about reading materials.

You turn to Yoimiya with a forced smile, then back to Aether, who seems so visibly amused by how you’re acting. You must look like a mess. You feel like it. “Well, I haven’t really finished it…but—but we can tell you about it!”

“Yeah, exactly!” Yoimiya looks like she’s having the time of her life. “Y/N has a big crush on the main character, which is why we were talking about him.”

Aether hums, chewing, “What’s he like?”

Yoimiya narrows her eyes, grinning as she tilts her head. “Why do you want to know?”

Aether levels her with a flat look. It’s a bit strange with you in the middle of them. “Because I want to read the story.”

“We never hear you talk about anything romantic, Y/N!” Paimon says, bits of fish spewing out while she talks. Aether reprimands her. “Whenever Paimon sees you, you’re always working!”

Is that how everyone sees you? “Are you saying you thought I was too boring to experience love?”

Paimon decides to tune out the conversation once again, wolfing down her next plate of food.

Aether’s still looking at you, a smile on his face. No, perhaps a slight smirk would be more accurate. You can feel yourself melting. Perhaps those people were right when they called Aether ‘terrifying’—the swarm of butterflies his gaze is leaving you is downright frightening.

He tilts his head, waiting.

You stammer, “W-Well, the main character’s nothing special. It’s like those things where they make the hero really likable, really…”

Yoimiya butts in, “You just have a thing for guys who have defeated dragons and faced gods head-on. Nothing special.”

“Yoimiya!”

Aether throws his head back laughing.

Yoimiya settles in her seat, looking mildly surprised. “I’ve never seen you this expressive, Traveler.”

You throw Yoimiya a warning look. Had it been anyone else, you would’ve brushed that off, but Yoimiya is clearly hinting at what started your crisis in the first place.

Paimon chugs her water like a madman dying of thirst. “He’s always like that whenever we’re around Y/N. Paimon already told him to stop bullying Y/N!”

Right. Bullying. If only the shared glances and longing stares were bullying. If only Aether lingering in your thoughts was because he’s bullying you, and not because you’re developing a massive crush on him. That would’ve been easier to explain and believe.

“Bullying?” Aether echoes in confusion.

“Flirting might be the more appropriate word for it, Paimon,” Yoimiya corrects with a gleeful grin. “So romantic. Reserving your lovesick and longing smiles to Y/N only,” she sings. “No wonder why you’ve been so happy recently.”

“Yoimiya,” you seethe, though it’s mostly desperate, humiliated. It seems that her name is your only vocabulary this evening.

Aether laughs, his eyes crinkling as he shares your gaze. And if you let yourself believe Yoimiya’s words, you might even call it fond. “You can’t blame me if I can’t help it. Surely that novel taught you what it’s like to have a crush on someone, right, Y/N?”

A/N i love aether so much im sobbing hope u liked reading!!1 bc i cried while writing this!!!! also thank u earthtooz for proofreading i love u big sibling.

OMG IM DONE! IM DONE WITH THE FUCKING POPE-

Finally revisiting my old style of coloring lmao