bye-bye-sunbird

“How dreadful...to be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.” ― Caroline Stevermer

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❁ She/Her ❁ 21+ ❁ INFJ ❁ Dendro Mom™

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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit my blog, I hope you enjoy the works displayed here!

My interests are varied, but I enjoy gothic horror, video games, anime, music, and art the most. Also, I am a huge DnD enthusiast <3.

I'm a bit of a mess, but for the most part, you'll find here fanfiction and some unrelated content I find interesting.

I write yandere and dark content. For that reason, I would urge every minor that visits this blog to block the #not-sfw and #smut tag. I recommend you navigate this blog carefully if this could make you uncomfortable in any way. Keep in mind this is all work of fiction, and I do not condone anything portrayed in my dark fics.

All the characters I write for are aged up to +18, whether they are portrayed in not-SFW fics or not. I don't write scat, gore, vore, omegaverse or underage.

I love getting any type of ask, but please be patient if it is a writing one, I am a very slow writer, and since English is not my first language, I tend to make tons of spelling and grammar mistakes, and the corrections take some extra time. I don't have a schedule, so I may post a ton one week and nothing the next.

Please, enjoy your stay <3

[catchymemes]

[carnations8delight]

Had to reblog this is kicking my base

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I feel the tiniest urge to write for the men of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (specially sad wet rat Daeron). They gave us like 2 seconds of content but you know me, people don't even need a FACE for me to ramble about them for months

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I legit feel like a widow looking longingly at her window, waiting helplessly for his return 🤧🤧🤧🤧

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About Little Dove

Character dialogue snippets from Tartaglia, Scaramouche, and Arlecchino discussing Little Dove.

Tartaglia "The Little Dove? Ah, yes... She’s not one of us, and she’s certainly not a fighter. People in Snezhnaya whisper about her like she’s some romantic heroine in a story. They don’t understand. She may seem like a dream, distant and untouchable, but she’s real. She’s just... softer. I guess that’s why I can’t help but be gentle with her, too. You ever meet someone and just know they don’t belong in the world they’ve been thrown into?

Scaramouche "Little Dove? Capitano’s soft, fragile little prize. It’s pathetic how people talk about her like she’s some tragic, romantic figure. They don’t get it. She’s nothing but a prisoner—helpless, weak, completely out of her depth. She’s nothing more than a songbird locked away, meant to be admired but never truly free. Still, there’s something about her that gnaws at you, isn’t there? She’s harmless, sure, but even from a distance, you can tell she’s holding onto something—hope, maybe? Hah... it makes me want to tear it all down, rip apart that façade, and show her the reality of it all.

Arlecchino "Little Dove... Capitano’s pet, his treasure. She doesn’t fight, doesn’t scheme—just sits in the shadow of his protection. Sad, really, but captivating in a way. You see, the true power isn’t in the one wielding the sword, but in the one who controls the person holding it. And she... she’s a master of that without even realizing it. Capitano is revered as an honorable man, his name carries weight on the battlefield, but this obsession of his? It could be his downfall. No one stays a prisoner forever, and if she ever learned how to wield her position... she could be dangerous. But for now, she remains soft, untouched by the polution surrounding her."

Columbina

“I almost spoke to her once... Capitano's Little Dove I mean.

I was singing, thinking myself alone, until I noticed her eyes lifting at my direction... As if my voice had loosened something inside her. I thought she might speak to me, but then her guardian appeared, all courtesy and careful devotion, and her face became delicate stone. Beautiful, silent, and sad.

Like a solitary statue surrounded by flowers.

Now that he is gone, I feel a heaviness when I think of her. She has always been looked at, but at a distance...

You see, that is a place where attention does not remain polite for long..."

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Pssst... Columbina added now.

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Sunny I am coming back to tumblr after 2 years😭 did you discontinue the spoils of war series?🥹

I want to say I haven't, because I think the thing I need is inspiration, but it's been so long (andcapitanosortoftookoverlololol)--- I am SO SORRY ;u;

Also, I used to bounce ideas with some of my friends, but most of them moved on from Genshin, and that was a big part of my process when it came to writing. I too sort of lost interest in Genshin myself after the end of Natlan's Archon Quest, which I liked btw, but idk--- The characters so far just aren’t the type I’m drawn to writing for anymore. I got excited over Flins for a second there, but I got over that pretty quickly.

I am not entirely sure I'll ever get back to those first fics if I get back to writing again, but you never know.

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The amount of hope the leaked Columbina voiceline about Capitano fed my Copium is to be STUDIED

[whisperingwillowe]

People criticizing Nosferatu for 'romanticizing abuse' don’t seem to understand the essence of Gothic romance and literature. These stories aren't meant to make you feel comfortable or align with conventional morality. Gothic romance thrives in the tension between beauty and horror, weaving together the sublime and the grotesque to evoke emotions that are complex, raw, and hauntingly human. It’s not about endorsing behavior—it’s about exploring the darker corners of desire, fear, and the human condition. 🖤💀🪻

[mewnbuns]

i love my men looking a bit haunted, gets me going

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"Idt anyone remembers it" she says when for the last year ive been stalking this long, rereading every Capitano fic, yearning for my love of another world. "I dont think anyone remembers it" she has the sheer audacity to say >:(

🌙

STOOOP I honestly thought no one would!! This warms my heart anon, thank you so much ;u;

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The candles had long since drowned in their own wax, but still you sat awake, feeling the night breathe around you like a grieving sigh. It felt wrong.

Too gentle, too still.

Without the echo of his armor scraping across stone, without the looming shadow that once announced his presence long before his voice ever did, your heart stumbles over memories you never meant to keep.

Now that he was gone, and taken all your rage with him… You could indulge in pity now.

You could now find it cruel to realize that you did not mourn him at first. Your heart far too occupied in hatred for the cold corridor that led to your chambers, hatred for the weight of his silent watchfulness, as his very existence felt like a punishment. His mask, his towering height, his inhumane stillness, all carved from the nightmares of a nation that called itself righteous.

And yet.

How mutable were your feelings now, that you can now love him a little, even in the excess of the misery he caused you.

Love...?

Your lips break into a small, sad smile.

Was it pity that softened you first? Or the rare moments when his monstrous façade cracked.

When he lingered outside your door a second too long, or when his gloved hand trembled as though fighting some old instinct to reach for yours?

A weapon made sentient, a creature born for cruelty but starved of tenderness, as though even your pressence burned him.

You think now of the nights he stood guard by your bed, believing you slept. You think of the way he whispered apologies to the darkness when he thought you could not hear.

Apologies for the nature he couldn't fight, for the light he could not stop himself for wanting...

In cold truth, he died as he lived.

Far from you, wrapped in secrecy, his last breath taken in service of an empire that won't thank him enough. And you, who were thrust into his life as a prisoner, find yourself the only one left who truly grieves him.

Find peace, Thrain…

… May I call you Thrain now?

The name he told you once, so quietly you thought you had imagined it. A name never spoken by the enemies who feared him, the soldiers who admired him, nor by those who wielded him like a blade.

A human name. A fragile name. A name you, out of pettiness, never repeated back to him.

You close your eyes, and can almost feel his presence behind you.

Towering, conflicted, yearning for a gentleness he never knew how to receive. But when you turn, there is nothing. Only the cold, icy draft slipping through cracked stone, brushing your cheek like the ghost of a touch he never dared give.

You knew him at the end. And that is what haunts you most.

[offwegointothewildblueyonder]

when a child goes to Build-A-Bear and constructs a teddy from the parts available no one bats an eye, but when I, Victor Frankenstein,

[fevermuffin]

Gimme, that writing of yours

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What do you think of Flins? Would you ever write for him?

!!!!Also (spoiler)!!!

He's a fae, which I think has many things to write about!

Have a nice day! :D

The gothic romance potential of Flins is to be studied for SURE. I love the idea of a grieving reader catching his attention.

You, so alive, so fiercely human, and yet bound to the dead as if your heart refused to accept the cruelty that the natural cycle presents. He longs to comprehend that devotion, that grief which lives and breathes within you long after its cause has turned to dust.

To him, you become a mystery, an almost divine, doomed, beautiful thing. He watches you as one might watch a flame consume itself.

Half horrified, but entranced, aching to understand why it burns at all.

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Was the spoil of war ever finished? I think of the fic every day ✨️

------------------No, it was never finished. I live in disgrace.

It’s been about three years now, and I really do want to finish it. I’m just all over the place and having trouble coming up with ideas. I used to have a couple of friends who would help by asking me questions (saddly, they moved on from Genshin) — apparently that’s how I work, lol. But I’m always happy to talk about the story and where it could go!

[byjove]

Not to be a pretentious asshole but yes there is a problem with people no longer reading the classics. A lot of the YA literature romance novel crowd perpetuates the myth that the classics are inherently boring and stuffy and there’s nothing you can relate to or learn by reading them. And they’re not. These beautiful universal things we enjoy, comedy, romance, tragedy, family strife, they’re still so poignant centuries after they’re written.

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At least give them a chance!

[121231212i]

This is no place to linger on a foggy night. Allow me to escort you out.