À La Folie - To Insanity

Why pass exams when you can pass away.

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I write Top Male reader X Male character only.

I will not be doing angst or hurt only.

No forced sex, sexual assault or anything of that kind.

Requests are open. But I can’t guarantee I’ll finish some request since it depends on how interested I am in the character or story TwT.

I take requests for-

Wuthering waves

Honkai Star Rail

Genshin Impact

If you have a request from some other anime or game, feel free to ask. If I've watched or played them, I'll definitely try to write it.

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Idk if your far but how's lahai-roi so far?

Yea I’m all caught up and honestly Lahai Roi is probably the only place where I’m like attached to all the characters 😭 where is Luuk’s lore, why are denia’s gloves red (fractsidus I know but like), Lynae you’re so cool, AEMEATH WHERE ARE YOU MY CHILD 😭

The only problem I have is exploration. I don’t know whether it’s because I speed ran Jinzhou and Rinascita to 100% in a week and now I’m tired of farming but it feels like a drag. Probably overfarmed XD.

I’m so excited for next patch I wanna pull for Denia so bad cuz I absolutely LOVE her weapon is so pretty but I’m gonna pull for Aemy first and then go for Denia’s rerun. I’m pulling for Hiyuki, Chisa and her weapon this patch. I’m guarenteed and I have around 90 pulls + anniversary rewards should get me through hopefully 😔

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Name a video game song you still have stuck in your head.

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Port Ormos my beloved I will never get tired of you.

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hiiyyaa :D do you only write mlm or do you write mlw too? Just a quick question for a little fanfic idea I have

I usually only write mlm TwT. But you can word vomit here if ya want, I don’t mind :D.

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Wuwa is just bringing my inner simp out with every character and bring out my paternal instincts to adopt all of the kids

(also I would like to say that unlike other deadbeat parents٫ rover actually came back with the milk after seeing the recent story quest)

I love all characters and npcs in wuwa bro 😭 they’re so well written. I haven’t done the recent quest but I’m gonna do it in a day or 2 :D

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this is not okay, the moment the weekend starts I’m sick. Like just say you don’t want me to write anymore drabbles 🤞 I had a good one cooked up to of that mizuki cover that goes “how deep is your love”

lwk everyone gotta get slimed out now. If I don’t cough up a lung or two.

your sick anon, -🕊️

Ayee guess our Bluetooth connected cuz I’ve been sick for 2 weeks and I’ve got stomach cramps now to boot. You cough up a lung, I’ll throw up a stomach, we can sell them and get some fan merch :)

Your also very sick author, AxxA :)

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I imagine being a god as old as Venti means being pent up for quite a while so I just had this idea and had to write it down ehe.

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Traveler!Reader X Venti

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Imagine Venti who hasn’t been worshipped for a long time. Prayed to, sure, put on a pedestal, of course, but to just be seen, spoken to, and maybe, just maybe, held. And he sees all the Mondstadt citizens as his own children so he couldn’t even think of asking such a thing of them.

Imagine Venti who sees you, a new face among his citizens, kneeling in the church, no prayers heard but a strange sense of comfort filling his veins.

Looking at you, a stranger, like this made him want to be seen by you, to be worshipped by you. He didn’t need your comfort, he wanted your devotion.

But wanting, needing this felt wrong. For someone who was respected as a God to want to be worshipped in this way felt like taboo. Was he really so desperate that just seeing someone whom he had never known, made him so hungry.

So he brought himself to discard all these thoughts, curled up by the giant oak tree in hopes that it would absorb it all.

But it seemed that fate had other plans. Everyday for the next few weeks you made your way into the church, as the clock struck midnight, getting on your knees to simply sit in silence, head lowered and hands clasped on your things.

And everyday he came to look for you, like clockwork. His desperation was only worsening, looking at you, so oblivious to it all yet still so beautiful.

And so, on a particular night of wallowing in confusion, with a lot of drinks in him, Venti decided he would do what he’d promised himself he’d never do.

***

You walked into the church again, as the clock struck midnight. You were a traveler and hence had been all over Teyvat, and seen all kinds of temples and churches. But this particular one had caught your attention, for its peaceful and unrestricted atmosphere and since your circumstances had called for you to stay in Mondstadt for half a year, you decided to make the most of your time here.

Reaching the centre, you dropped to your knees, mind drifting back to the past few days, which were, in all honesty, pretty uneventful. Your bones were starting to itch with the amount of inaction. If only something good would come your way to keep you busy for the next few weeks.

The soft thump of footsteps from behind you caught your attention. In your few weeks of being here you’d only encountered a person here this late twice or thrice. But it was always of people leaving from the inner rooms. Your curiosity peaked when the footsteps stopped right beside you.

You turned your head to look at the person and were quite surprised to find a bard standing there. You’d seen this man a few times in town and your neighbour had told you his name was Venti, a pretty famous bard around town. Which only confused even more because most bards would be playing at the bar at a time like this, trying their luck at making a mora or two. What would a bard want in a church at 12 in the night?

You felt an uneasy feeling creep up your spine as Venti stared right at you, or atleast tried to. His eyes were unfocused, like he was drunk to the bone.

Did you do something that now had even bards coming for your head? He opened his mouth to speak but took a few seconds to clear his throat as if physically preparing himself to ask something.

“I’ve.. noticed you coming here every so often. You are not a person from Mondstadt. And yet you kneel here every night. Why?” He questioned. For a second you wondered if he was trying to interrogate you, but the genuine curiosity in his eyes made you try and think of a meaningful answer.

“I’m a traveler” You replied. “And there is nothing more precious to a traveler than freedom. The freedom to explore and satisfy their curiosity.” His brows rose slightly, as if not expecting an actual answer, and then furrowed in thought.

“If you had one wish,” he started, “what would you ask the gods for?” You were utterly confused. Why did this cute bard want your answer to such weird questions all of a sudden. Whatever happened to ‘hello’ and ‘my name is’?

He could probably see the wild confusion on your face, because flapped his hands around and said “Apologies. I’m really drunk right now and I was really curious about a new face in this town. I didn’t mean to freak you out! I swear! I just felt that-“

You felt that if you didn’t stop him now, he would probably come up with three other excuses to justify the presence of a bard in the church at midnight. “If it was anything, I’d probably ask for a great adventure that would be written down in history. But realistically, I’d probably ask for a lot of mora so I could travelling wherever I wanted.” You answered, ignoring his still running mouth.

His rambling came to an abrupt halt, and his eyebrows shot up again in surprise. His expressive reactions were quite adorable, if you were being honest. “Oh.” He replied, mind still catching up with your answer.

“Then..” he began, now seating himself of the floor next to you, cross-legged like he was at home. “What do you think a god wishes for?”.

***

With the confidence from the extreme amount of alcohol in his system, Venti dared himself to finally go to the church and atleast speak to you today. He had no prior plans for this, and convinced himself that he presented himself best when he was improvising.

With all the grace of a 8 year old, he walked into the church, and right up to you, ready to woo you with his charm and charisma, only to utter a completely foolish question. He half expected you to just get freaked out excuse yourself away from him, but he was quite surprised and happy at your honest answer.

Before he could stop himself, he’d asked you another out of context question. When he saw the suspicion on your face, he felt all the blood flowing to his brain to form a plausible excuse, his mouth rambling word after word, until you again surprised him by answering his question.

He wished he could swirl himself off to the deep ocean, when the alcohol spoke on his behalf again. “What do you think a god wishes for?”. But he truly wished to know your answer for this. He was sure you would surprise him again.

He was surprised alright, because he didn’t expect your answer to be “I don’t know and I don’t think I should ever be involved in gods and their dealings”. He could feel a pout rise on his face. You had all but unknowingly shot down his wish.

He really wanted to change your mind. “What if the god wishes to have you involved in their dealings? What if the god doesn’t want to just be prayed to or put on a pedestal? What if they wish to be worshipped in a way that they know is too much to ask for and yet they wish for it anyway?” He could feel the heat rising to his face as he spoke.

Everything that came out of his mouth felt wrong to him. You were right. He shouldn’t rope you into doing something that could have consequences.

One look at your face told him you were as astonished as he was at what was being said. With a forceful swallow, he threw out a hasty apology before getting up and trying to speed walk to the door. If only Lady Luck were on his side today.

With the alcohol in his system and the increased embarrassment, Venti could barely walk a few feet before he bumped into a table and almost tripped face first. It was going to be a long walk to the door.

***

Your flabbers were gasted. You were absolutely not expecting a rant from a drunk bard on a Saturday night, but here you were. And you did not expect that drunk now staggering bard to be Barbatos.

Of course you realised it was him. Well, yes there was the striking resemblance to the giant statue in the middle of the city. But there was also the desperation in his eyes when he spoke of his wishes. No man could talk about another person’s wishes and say it from the heart.

Which left you with more questions. Why in the world would a god approach a stranger like you? Why would he ever want to talk about such weirdly deep things with you? Why, on your sweet granny’s soul, would he speak of his deepest wish to you?

Well you were, thankfully or not, smart enough to answer the third question. Which left you even more conflicted. You knew what he had asked for. And the fact that he approached you and spoke of it meant he was asking it of you.

But what if you were just misunderstanding the cues. What if he just wanted somebody to vent to?

The devil on your shoulder groaned in frustration while the angel on the other side pulled at your ear to go after him. Whether or not you were reading the cues right, you had to have the courtesy to at least make sure the god wasn’t found passed out on some bench in the middle of nowhere.

So you pushed yourself up to go after him. He was now barely conscious, as if he was letting himself just fall over and not exist so he wouldn’t have to face the embarrassment of dealing with you.

You grabbed him by his hips. Your hands could almost wrap around them completely. It was pretty easy to manhandle him until he rested over your shoulder. You hoped you didn’t look too suspicious walking down to street at midnight with an unconscious man thrown over your shoulder. Luckily for you, there were barely any people around.

You took him to your room, because you were only staying there temporarily and didn’t need a big house, and laid him on the bed. You took off his shoes and accessories because you didn’t want any of that poking you while you were sleeping. You noticed that he was also sweating like a polar bear in natlan and after much contemplation, pulled his shirt off. It’s not like it was uncommon for men to sleep with their shirt off anyways, right?

***

Venti woke up with a nasty hangover. He could swear he’d done something or someone last night. He looked around trying to figure out where he was until he noticed you. Curled up in the sheets beside him. That was also when he noticed he had barely any clothes on.

He had no idea what he’d done last night. Whatever he had done, should not have ended up like this. Why the hell did he think it was a good idea to drink heavily and approach you. Now he’d done something that made him seem like a drunk bard who only thought about getting laid. Shit. How could he ever have the courage to see you again.

He had to get out of here before you woke up. The least he could do was to make you think he was just fling so that he wouldn’t worsen your impression of him by trying and failing to explain himself to you when you woke up.

With haste, he pulled on his clothes. Before he could wear his accessories he heard you stirring in your sleep. Grabbing anything and everything of his that he could see on the table where you’d arranged his stuff, he dashed out of the window.

***

Waking up to the sound of fabric and metal, you rubbed your eyes. Looks like the bard was awake. It was courtesy to ask if he wanted to stay for breakfast, wasn’t it? You pushed yourself off the bed and looked around for him. Oh. Looks like the bard had run off. Oh well.

***

If you didn’t notice, this got really really really long and it never actually got to the part I was actually writing it for 🥲. I didn’t wanna make it too long so I decided to post it in 2 parts. The next part will be posted soon, trust.

Also, before you point out in your head that Venti didn’t realise that he didn’t have any marks on him or that his pants were still on, you can’t tell me that if you ever woke up next to that one hot person, almost naked, in their bed, you wouldn’t freak out and think like him too. I know I’d freak and run away too. No? Just me?

Again, it was midnight as always, so I ask of your forgiveness if I have made any mistakes 🫠.

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TikTok has inspired me again. Think abt vampire lover ofc who wants you to become a vampire also. 🤔

Death bless me with you,

vampire pet (lover) who wants you to join them, surely you would? You’d give them the satisfaction of killing you, because you’d be dead together.

they want death to bless you also, they want you to be like them. Then you truly would be together forever.

they want to kill you.

but it’s okay, then you two will be together truly. They’ll let you drink from them as they do you, nurse you back to health.

they want to feel the cold of your lips against theirs after they’ve drained you. That lifeless hue that’ll coat your skin, you’ll look pretty then. They’ll hug your head in their lap as they wait for you; waiting for the moment those glazed eyes move again.

you’ll look beautiful dead, so let them kiss your life away. Won’t you?

Your anon who lwk can’t type because his room is too fucking cold

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I want a vampire to drain me dead now. This is delicious, anon 😩. This is the only kind of obsession I’ll allow.

But the only thing I could think about by the end is, plot twist, you don’t wake up and now the vampire has to spend ages trying to bring you back to ‘life’. Yea my imagination has been a bit wonky as of late 🫠.

Anygays, as always, I’m delighted to read your drabbles :^. You should really start posting these somewhere :).

Your author who hasn’t slept for 48 hours, AxxA.

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little toxic yaoi bc I just got done reading the new chapter of this fanfic I was reading and it gave me an idea.

imagine someone that you hate so much; you know you can kill them. You should, you really should do it. Hold their hair tightly, pull their head back and press the knife right to that artery. Yet you don’t. Not because you can’t, you can and you want to.

you want to see the life drain from their eyes as death gives them her sweet kiss. You need to feel the warmth of their blood over your fingers, yet you stall.

you tell yourself you’re going to kill them, and you will. Just not now. You know you should get it over with, yet you don’t. maybe it was because of how alike you are. They’ll deny it surely, because you’re sure they loathe you. You know it honestly. They’ve tasted that same joy of watching death hold someone close and kiss away their last breath.

and yet they’ll still deny that you’re alike. Oh they’ll deny that they’re equally as bad. Because they were doing it to change you, they’ll take the blood off your hands.

you know that won’t change you though.

you want them dead. You want to kill them, massacre them even, make it beautiful.

you want to be deaths kiss.

your anon who isn’t satisfied with this Drabble,

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I love toxic yaoi as long as it doesn’t have a depressing ending TwT. I have tried time and time again to make myself read something toxic and it just makes me want to curl up and die so I’ve given up on reading or writing it.

But this is honestly delicious specifically cuz the ending is not given. So I’ll take it and keep it in my anon drabble list cuz yum 😋.

Please never stop sending drabbles cuz I don’t want your delicious brain to go to waste 😔.

Your author who has a fic in progress but it’s not any of the ones I said I’d write 🫠.

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As soon as i get to Lahai-roi٫ imma spend most of my time riding the motorcycle with my wives (brant٫ shorekeeper٫ and Iuno)

Imma make it a motorcycle date since there will be no stuff abt my fav characters for a long while😔

Literally same I’ve been playing since the update dropped and I’ve been exploring the entirety of Lahai roi with either the motorcycle or Lynae’s roller skates XD. I’m just a bit sad they don’t let us fly around cuz I feel the view from above would be gorgeous TwT.

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I want to write a Luuk Herssen fic so so bad 🫠. Like with a bit of plot if you squint but it’s just reader fucking jealous!luuk herssen dumb because he’s pissed that we’re spending so much time with the girls and keeps acting bratty. Yeah just that. I have free will and a blog to post fics on but my brain just quits the second I try typing words. I’m dying send help. Or Luuk Herssen. Both’ll fix me.

[softgrlfriend]

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

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The earlier in the year you reblog this the better it gets

[cipheramnesia]

I wish I’d seen this post sooner.

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I’m back, yes yes I know you have missed the king. Anyways im lwk sick now so afrin is my new bestie.

you should def make a new fanfic so I’d feel better… but yeah.

and uh I think I’ll do another Drabble soon… I’m thinking werewolves 🤔 but alphas have caught my attention… we’ll see

your anon whose gonna be dumping drables in your inbox because he’s to lazy to make an actual blog post

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Get well soon, king 😔. The vampire fic will be done soon trust. Maybe by next week.

Sadly I’m done with alphas and omegas and werewolves and stuff cuz half the fanfics of any ship I’m obsessed with is a/b/o and I’m pretty sure I’ve read any troupe there is in the tag 🫠.

My uni starts like in 2 days so I’m like trying to do nothing as much as possible and waste my time while I still can XD.

Your author who’ll accept your drabbles like treats to a cat, AxxA

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just a little vampire of Drabble.. bc I’m not starting a blog n I need to get this off my mind.

Imagine needy vampires who beg for your blood. Ones that cling to your hip and drag their filthy tongue against your skin. Craving, wanting, needing you and the blood that pumped through your veins.

imagine vampires whose eyes are all watery and damped with tears, just because you told them they couldn’t have a drink. Vampires who when you indulge them whine and salivate. A messy mix of blood and saliva dripping down their chin, that you get to wipe away with a thumb.

imagine vampires who’ll suck on your fingers greedily; twirling their long tongue around each digit, careful not to scratch you with their fangs despite how much they wanted too. Imagine needy and messy vampires who’ll let you shove your fingers in their mouth and pry their jaws open wide. Vampires who’ll whimper around you touching their sore fangs, yet beg for more of that aching touch.

imagine vampires that when you’re done toying with them, are all flushed and panting. With a cute little wet spot on their pants to show just how much they loved it.

your anon who got a little too into vampires,

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I’m going to um. Just. Borrow this idea. Thanks anon. You’ve got me into vampires now :D. This is delicious 😔. I want a vampire on a leash now 🤤.

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A freaky ahh ask but hear me out: Rover going into a rut when they turn into crownless and Brant unknowingly had an awakening "coincidentally" ended up being unavalible for a good while after he "took care" of Rover's "slight issue"

(If the captain can't walk or speak normally٫ we all know why)

Honey this is the tamest ask I’ve had in a while so you’re good XD

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I wanna simp over Luuk but nooooooo!

MR. CROWFACE IS THE GODDAMN REASON I HAVE TRUST ISSUES WITH BLONDS NOW!

CUZ IDK IF THEY'RE GONNA BE EVIL OR DEAD (*COUGH* Avidius *COUGH*)

He’s so pretty and he’s mysterious to boot 😔 since he’s playable I’m praying to god he doesn’t turn out evil, or worse, dead. But I don’t think that’s too possible since he’s the only playable male character in the line up so far and a lot of ppl (me) are gonna throw a tantrum if he ends up worse off.

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holy shit long time no see. And it’s abt to be longer bc I’ve split open my pinkie finger from base to tip. These stichtes are no joke bro. Makes me rethink all the fanfic I’ve wrote when the bottom has stitches and they still crack.

because no. You didn’t jot keep cracking when your stitches popped, I understand it now.

your hurt anon,

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Get well soon 🕊️anon 😔. As someone who split their chin open once, this too will pass don’t worry 🥲.