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chiimezzz • she/her • newbie writer!

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Hello! I'm chiimezzz! I mainly write 4

‎Unstable Universe

Genshin Impact

Gachiakuta

Forsaken Witch hat atelier

And more to be added!

Naturally, I will try to cater to other requests if ever they're within another fandom to the best of my abilities!

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Now in my blog I ask you to follow 2 simple rules.

1. Refrain from being mean in here please

2. Open communication! If I ever happen to do anything that disturbs you, please feel free to tell me!

That's all! I hope you enjoyᵎᵎ

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Breakfast one day

It was a cold day for the Atelier. Snow fell lightly outside, powdering rocks, plants, roads and buildings in a white sheet. Despite the cold, a few birds still seemed to hum as rosy fingered dawn emerged from across the horizon, casting the Atelier in a soft warm glow that somehow made everything feel warmer. Qifrey stood in the dainty kitchen of his home. His hair stuck out in some places, and his glasses laid askew on his face, still weary from a long night of sleep; he continued to don the attire he wore the night before, simple plain white pajamas and a long-sleeved tunic, that had a small portion on the front that held the same pleated pattern the girls wore on their dresses, and two buttons- that served no purpose whatsoever-

It was on chilly mornings like this he remembered how grateful he was to have moved outside the great hall. He never appreciated being met with the dome, and outside it the ocean, on mornings where he vaguely remembers sunshine and warmth. He never really was able to remember his past that deeply, but at times like this, where the winters cold sent a chill up his spine only to be countered by the warmth brought upon by his unruly band of apprentices, did he not mind starting anew.

And speaking of his dear apprentices. If he could guess, they’d still be asleep by now, all tucked in bed in an effort to ward away the chill. It was well past their regular wake up time, even Qifrey himself was surprised how late he’d waken up.

Despite that he decided to prepare breakfast anyways.

He moved around the kitchen slowly, minimizing noise to avoid stirring the other inhabitants of his Atelier. He placed a pan on the stove, its color changing from a silvery steel to a cobalt black, one of the many inventions of his dear Olly, the color change imminent to distinguish when the pan was hot and unsafe to touch. Once the inky black of the pan had fully settled, he grabbed the oil bottle, skillfully unhooking the metal pieced that clogged the nozzle of the bottle closed, and poured a generous amount of oil into the searing pan. The oil was quick to bubble, heating up as seconds ticked by. He then grabbed six eggs, cracking the first five on the outskirts of the pan, then one in the middle. He allowed them to cook for a while, a yawn leaving his mouth as he put his hand up his shirt, scratching his stomach. He let his hand stay there, finding its warmth rather comforting. Once the white of the eggs had cooked halfway, he opened the vapor bubble and dipped his hand it, he splashed the water from his fingers into the pan, steam beginning to rise. Before more of the steam could escape, he closed the pan off with a lid, allowing it to cook for a minute or two before snuffing out the fire and lifting the lid.

He couldn’t help but smile at the fruits of his labor; laid out beautifully on the pan was six sunny side up eggs, charred a golden brown just right at its edges, its yolk still slightly runny.

He quickly set them on plates while they were still hot.

He grabbed three magic cookpots from the shelf near the stove, a small one containing mashed carapace yam that Tetia and Richeh collaborated to make. It was mixed with horncap gravy, butter, pepper, and cheese- all mixed up making what they called the ‘Richeia special mash’ taste absolutely divine. Qifrey couldn’t help himself when he put a finger full of the soft pasty like store in is mouth, relishing in the way it seemed to melt on his tongue. The mash had been getting smaller and smaller, always incorporated in meals just like the one he was making, hence the small jar. He took about a cup each of the mash for each plate.

The next jar was much bigger, this time containing soft, white rice. Unlike the other jars, this one was newer, being made just a week ago in preparation for winter, when rice grains would be a tad bit more expensive. This one had been made by Coco and Agott. The rice was boiled in light herbs and spices, giving it a more unique flavor profile, one that Qifrey more than enjoyed. He also took about a cup of rice for each plate, shaping it into a small dome using a bowl before placing it on the white ceramics.

The last jar- one much taller than the rest, though not as big, held crispy bacon. It was leftovers from yesterday’s breakfast. Thanks to the spell, it was just as crunchy and tasty as it was the day before, vouched by Qifrey who took one into his mouth, chewing on it happily. He took four for each plate.

He finished setting the table by placing utensils and glasses meant for water or whatever other beverage they had in store. He stared at his work with pride. It was silly. This was but a simple task in comparison to his other more notable feats. He agreed so, but the love he put into this simple meal made it all the more special. A smile graced his face, and he felt rather embarrassed getting giddy so easily. But who was he to stop the undeniable warmth that surged his chest? He seemed to forget about the world around him when thinking of the very people he made this meal for; his four apprentices, all working so hard in hopes to improve and soar above. They were oh so tired after the night of Silver-eve, all four of them offering great contributions during the time of need. He was blinded by his miserable predicament then, but now that things had calmed down, he couldn’t be anymore prouder, and he wished he had been more present when they returned to Atelier. He truly did hope they didn’t take his coldness for anything else other that restlessness.

Qifrey is alerted of another person near him when footsteps start tracking their way down the hallway, a yawn following it as they grew closer, and therefore louder. The steps halt underneath the arched doorway that separated the hall and the living room. A mop of pink hair peeked above the stone wall that separated the pit the kitchen sat in and the elevated living room. Soon enough, the interested face of Tetia popped up just behind the wall at the top of the small stairs.

“G’morning ms’tr Q’frey…” Greeted she, voice still disabled by sleep and wear.

Their dining area was a small wooden platform that sat adjacent to the small stairs; There, sat a chabudai, and six different zafu. For the girls was a round green one that sunk in the center for Coco, a purple square one with white polka dots and lace trim jutting the corners for Agott, a pink one shaped into a dainty heart made with fluffy fabric for Tetia and last but certainly not the least, an rectangular blue one, its velvety fabric similar in color to one of Richeh’s famous crystal ribbons. Then for he and Olruggio, a twin set of white and black round leaf shaped pillows. Bought when they were just apprentices themselves, they found the twin set of Zafu cushions seemed to follow them wherever they found themselves settled.

His eyes followed Tetia, smile tainted in playful amusement as she wobbled her way onto her spot at the table, smiling drowsily. It wasn’t long until the rest of the girls came to join, all of them yawning and hungry, eyes sparkling in delight upon seeing ang smelling the meal Qifrey prepared. Last to arrive at the table was Olruggio. Unlike the rest that wore sleepwear; the girls in cream white sleeping gowns, and Qifrey in his long-sleeved tunic and pajama pants, Olruggio seemed to still wear yesterday’s attire, his usual working outfit minus the big robes and cap, hair tousled and eyebags heavier than usual. Another night of drafting a new device, Qifrey concluded. Qifrey patted the white pillow that laid empty beside him, inviting the haggard man to the meal. Olruggio let out, what Qifrey could vaguely describe as a grunt or grumble as he made his way to the magic stove, walking past the eating girls and the inviting witch.

“Well, pleasant morning to you as well, Olruggio” Said Qifrey, voice feigning innocence and sweetness.

The Grumbling man grunted once more in reply. Reaching the stove, he took a mug from the hanger, putting it down on the stoves table, before putting in a handful of ground coffee beans into a coffee maker. The lid of the coffee maker contained a ringless spell, runes of fire, water and wind were drawn on it. Once he put the lid on the device, it connected with its ring and the spell activated. Olruggio let the magic contraption finish its work before pouring the freshly brewed and searing hot beverage into his mug. Only then did he make his way to the table, sipping his drink as he did so. Plopping down on his chair, he leaned his head on Qifrey’s shoulder.

He sighed heavily, still weary from sleep. Qifrey in turn laid his head on the black mop of hair. They both basked in the noise the four girls provided as white noise; ceramic plates clanking against metal utensils, chewing, talking, laughing, fabric shuffling.

“I could get used ta this..” Olruggio mumbled softly. His eyes drifted up, half expecting Qifrey to be looking back. He wasn’t. His blue eye was gazing at the scene infront of them: Agott feeding Coco as Tetia and Richeh giggled in the background. Agott held out a spoonful of the carapace yam. Her hand shook lightly as she pushed int forward to Coco’s open mouth. She held a hand under the spoon incase she were to drop the mash from her shaky hands.

“yeah..” Qifrey whispered, eyes looking down to find Olruggio already looking. The two men just stared at each other, smiles dopey and fond. They were oblivious to the fact that the girls had quieted down, their attention of their professors staring into each other’s eyes.. eye? Eye eyes’s? they didn’t know either really. Their brunch ended with all four apprentices washing the dishes as their mentors swept and dusted the atelier.

Once all the chores were finished, the four girls separated into groups of two, resigning themselves to their study rooms to.. well, study. Olruggio went back to his workshop, grumbling small complaints about difficult clients and nonsense mechanics, all the while Qifrey laughed. The ivory haired witch was the last to leave the living space of the Atelier.

He grimaced as he felt his shoulder begin to ache.

>lwkey a drabble

[chiimezzzz]

𝜗ৎ FASHIONDESIGNER! AUGUST STILZA 𝜗ৎ

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chubby!Reader x august stilza

FASHION DESIGNER! AUGUST has labeled you as his muse, and grows jealous when he sees you in clothing that isn't made by him. His jealousy would lead you two to a changing room, where he would strip you himself, insisting that he could do it faster.

FASHION DESIGNER! AUGUST was obsessed with you even before you met- constantly stalking your online presence. His head would already spiral with ideas, outfits already planned and perfected.

FASHION DESIGNER! AUGUST always insists that he stays with you while changing, his eyes following your every movement. Sometimes he would sneak up behind you, hand already grasping your hips, massaging the fat as he fantasized about what to do with you.

FASHION DESIGNER! AUGUST is always face first into your chest after a long day. Hands kneading the fat of your stomach and thighs, your warmth easing the sore joints of his hands. He'd bite, sometimes lick if he felt like it- but after days like this, he prefers to just feel you: melt in your warmth.

FASHION DESIGNER! AUGUST loves hiding openings on the clothes he makes for you. So when the time comes where he's too far gone to even undress you properly, he'll snake his hand through one of them to access your skin.

FASHION DESIGNER! AUGUST would sometimes ask you to just sit on his table as he worked, occasionally putting pieces of fabric against your skin. His tongue would stick out in focus, eyes squinted. His steady hand would draw out designs, eyes periodically turning to you, as if to check something, before drawing once more.

FASHION DESIGNER! AUGUST loves keeping panties that you've squirted on, intentionally making the fabric one that soaked up moisture easily- just so he had a piece of you even when you were away.

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Okk, very short ik lol, bear with me hehe. I'm working on a longer Clownzy fic rn. Idk if I'll make it like into multiple chapters, or just a oneshot.. we'll see lol.

[chiimezzzz]

August Stilza⭑.ᐟ

chubby!reader x pathetic!August Stilza

Cw: masturbation, voyeurism, stalking, (mention of) body worship, sexual fantasies

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August was so fucking done for.

He stared into the monitor in front of him, the light illuminating his room.

On the monitor was you, in a guest room inside of the cleaners HQ. He'd been enamored by you since the day you first walked into the Cleaners HQ, delivering much needed supplies. He vividly remembers staring at you- your body. You were filled out, unlike most people on the ground who lacked the necessary nutrients- but you, oh my god you- and your hips, so big and addicting, every time you walked, you seemed to sway teasingly, showing off your ass to whoever stood behind, and oh boy was August lucky to be the one behind you.

And then your breasts. He didn't wanna stare, but how could he not? The way they swelled against the tank top you wore- it was beautiful. They were flushed pink, most likely from the heat, and shone with the thin sheet of sweat that covered them. He remembers how his eyes never left you and your figure the whole time.

That night he came into his fist, moaning your name as he finished.

The next week you came back. Outfit tighter.

This time you were there to deliver supplies to him. He attempted to hide the flush that crept up to his face as you addressed him directly. Being taller than you, he had to look down, and the sight from there, wow. He could see the fullness of your breasts, how they were held up by your bra. He could smell you too. You smelt so sweet, with a slight musk that came with a day's work. Had he had no shame, he would've bent down and planted his face into your breasts, licking at them and sucking until they were red and raw.

Fuck he was getting hard.

He was quick to excuse himself, jerking off in his workshop at the thought of you, chasing your scent- or whatever of it lingered in the air.

You knew this. Of course you did. Anyone who didnt

notice the blatant staring and the obvious swell in August's bottoms was one stupid man. Good thing you weren't. You brushed it off the first time, thinking nothing of it when he openly stared at you, looking you up and down like a meal. It was only the second time it happened you were sure- the artist had a crush on you. Not an innocent high school 'see you in the hallways' crush, no.

You weren't oblivious to the fact that after he would abruptly leave, he would reemerge with his overalls all mussed, skin sweaty and breath slightly labored. After that, you started being more deliberate. Bending down when you knew he was near, pushing your breasts forwards subtly, wearing tighter garments- and like a fish he took a bite of the bait, despite the consequences that came with it- the consequences being running away at critical moments where he was needed because he couldn't help but get hard.

So when he heard that you were scheduled to stay at the HQ in the foreseeable future, he couldn't help himself but put a camera in your room. He initially felt guilty screwing on the camera, even moreso when he hid it behind wallpaper.

And now here he was, hand on his half hard cock as he gawked at you through the monitor. He bit his lip as you started to strip, his grip on his clothed cock getting tighter- it was almost as if you knew he was watching- with the way you carefully peeled off every piece of clothing on your body, swaying your hips as you pulled your pants off.

He was humping his own hand now, biting back moans as his eyes stayed glued to you- and fuck you looked beautiful. The way your breasts spilled oh so slightly out of your- obviously tight- bra, the way your ass bounced with every step, the way your stomach looked so soft- probably felt soft too, he would think, throwing his head back as he groaned.

Looking back at the screen, his hand stilled and he felt his face drain of colour- you were looking at him- well, the camera, but your eyes, your gaze were directed at him. He felt a deep shame and heat rise to his cheeks at the realization-

He had been caught.

But instead of getting mad, disgusted, or scared.

You winked at him, and he stared back in confusion. You turned your back to camera and began the performance.

You made a show of touching yourself, caressing your thighs, then moving up to fondle at your boobs. August could only stare in awe, jaw slacked as you moaned at your own touch. Your hands then caught the hem of your panties, pulling them off teasingly. August felt like he would cum right then and there, the view of your ass so overwhelmingly arousing- he felt like he was gonna overheat with how hot his body was getting.

You sat on the bed in the room, making sure the front of your body faced the camera. Spreading your legs open, you slid a hand down to your pussy, teasing it with two fingers. August's mouth parched as you started to moan so freely, hips moving against your palm, your eyes on the camera.

August, was quick to pull his overalls down, his dick springing free from its confines- his hand had never been faster, gripping his cock and dragging his palm from his base to his tip, occasionally teasing his wet slit, spreading precum all over his palm.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, mind now filled with filthy fantasies of what he'd do to you if he got his hands on you.

He fantasized about eating you out, smiling against the wet heat of you pussy as you rode his face, spreading liquid sin all over his chin and mouth. He wouldn't mind just being there, letting you sit on his face- or his cock, as you worked. Sobbing against you, begging for release, to touch you-

He looked back at the screen, snapping out of his deluded fantasies.

You were now cupping your breast, fucking yourself on two fingers.

You were close, he could tell. Good thing he was too.

Your hand sped up, and he watched you as you squirted all over your fingers. And just like that, the string snapped-

August let out a loud moan as he came, cum sputtering out of his cock, hand vigorously jerking his cock, riding his orgasm out.

He closed his eyes, panting as post nut clarity hit him.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the monitor. You were standing infront of the cam, naked.

'come down here, August!'

He turned the monitor off and skipped to your room, ready to get his night rocked.

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