Hello, I am CrazedCoffeeCup, but you can just call me Cup or Mug. I'm 25, and my Blog is 18+, so MDNI. My blog is also not for racism or homophobia.
I am a fan fiction and general art and fandom blog, and I'm trying to get back into writing, so what I write may be a little short sometimes, but I try my best.
My requests are open! So feel free to send in requests and I will get to them when I have time. I only write x Reader, and not general fics.
Things I will write about:
- Pokémon (any character)
- Honkai Star Rail (all of the playable characters}
- Genshin Impact (if I get a request on a character I don't know that well I might not write for it, but I'll try)
- Bleach (it is one of my favorite anime, so go ham)
- Across the Spiderverse
- Demon Slayer (any character)
- Wuthering Waves (any character)
- Love and Deep Space (For now only Sylus and Rafayel, as I don't feel like I know the other boys well enough yet, and I want to avoid mischaracterization.)
Now to things I won't write:
- Angst (this is not because I don't like it, I simply feel like I can't write proper angst yet. But eventually that will hopefully change at some point)
- Anything offensive. No exceptions. R*cism, homophobia or what ever else has no place here. This blog is an open place for all people.
- Anything x OC. I write x reader, so please don't ask me to write something with your personal OC.
- Pokephilia, scat, watersports and underage.
A small note. I am willing to try and write smut, but I can't guarantee that it'll be good. I have very little experience with NSFW, but I want to expand on it.
Guys I know it is shocking but Lohen cannot be a minor younger than Diluc when he received his captain title (14*) because all the lantern rites are canon*. The expedition team left Mondstadt 6 months before the beginning of the game.
Just by the timeline itself, if Lohen was 13, that would have made him SEVEN years old at the time he was recommended to the expedition.
It is my belief that Lohen was, though, 13~ or so when he was recommended by Adorno to the expedition. If you add those six years you get an unhinged, traumatized and still immature 19 years old (at the least, 21-22 if we up the age to 15 and it still would not be weird) that actually behaves by his age but also by his experience in life. He is really so complex.
*I — We don't know the exact timeframe for Diluc getting his title but I don't think they have moved it. Jean already received her knightly name at 15 years old. Diluc's father died on the Eve of his 18th birthday, meaning he was 17 at the time, and was implied to have been a captain for far longer. Since he was proclaimed the youngest Captain ever and in his own character story the last line was: he was so young back then, makes me think they didn't change the fact that Diluc was 14 when he was named captain, like in the manga.
*II — For some reason they are super specific with the timeline this time around. Diluc left Mondstadt at 18. Left for 4 years (22). Came back after the expedition team left. Around half a year later the Traveler comes to Mondstadt (22.5). Add the 6 lantern rites and you get a 28 years old Diluc who has had his father pass on around 10 years ago, as it was said on the quest.
If you can't withstand it, I get it. If you have to protect your mental health, do what you must.
But as a librarian, a reader, and a writer, please hold off on deleting your work if you can. You can orphan it on AO3 or go anon! There are options.
Please don't let the censors win because that's all they are. Censors in new coats with the same shady underwear. They are bullies and people who cannot conceive of creating things themselves. They have existed in every fandom with varying degrees of success and they will always be there waiting in the next one.
Your writing is worth preservation. It is worth standing there against the test of time long after these jackals have moved on to the next likely looking prey.
And if you love something you're reading, comment when you can. It's hard to admit, but sometimes that one negative comment needs a lot of positive ones to drown it out. Just how the mind works, nothing rational about it.
cw. lohen x reader. gn reader. intentional lowercase. fluff? (wow...) lohen is injured and he is noot happy about that, just like you, his lover. might be ooc even tho i did his story quest the second it came out LOL. cheesy af but god forbid we dream. yeah its probably self indulgent you caught me. not proofread, i havent done this in a while, its been two years... ~600 wordcount.
for the vice captain of the 5th company whos obsessed with power — the way lohen's fingers nervously tap against the bedside table's surface isn't exactly screaming powerful.
he was currently sitting on the edge of your bed— slouching and his head held low, basically everything but being full of power — with you crouched in front of him, finally finishing with patching him up.
and even as he no longer feels your hands on him, he still doesnt budge — still spacing out...
honestly, he's been silent the entire time — to the point you didn't even pester him about getting hurt.
"lohen."
"hm?"
"hello?"
"mhm."
"i can't believe you're pretending to be listening! to me, of all people! don't tell me im starting to sound like varka when he nags you—" you gasp, theatrically — you're only joking around to see if he'll respond, like always.
lohen lets out a chuckle at that. "no— no, im listening. i swear." but then he goes silent again. and this time the rhythmic tapping of his fingers also stops. now he's just staring as you stand up and sit beside him.
"alright, what's wrong?" you ask, poking his cheek.
"its nothing."
"oh you know it's not nothing. usually when you come over, you're boasting about how you've taught your fellow knights some nice lessons! or about how many monsters you've killed in under a minute during patrol," your hand moves — as it's now ontop of his, squeezing gently. "lohen, you're really trying to hide? from me?"
"am i really that obnoxious?" (he sighed once you nodded) "it's dumb. i just... you know, i hate ending up like this— having to be patched up and everything. i mean, the pain is fine but the fact i got hurt from a bunch of lowsy monsters says alot, you know..."
you didn't respond for a moment, but only because you understood. sure, you hate when he was hurt — but he hates it too. not in the same way as you, oh, no, he probably loves the pain. but while the ache is nothing, its the fact he even got to the point of feeling it is the problem. getting hurt just means you could get hurt worse. he fully believes strength is everything. after all, being strong gives you the privilege of not having to ever fear of being used or controlled...
"oh lohen..." you smiled softly, "im just glad you're okay, im glad you aren't badly hurt, im glad i got to patch you up—"
"oh, i know. you're always glad to see me." lohen smirks slightly.
and you just slap his shoulder weakly (or is your 'strong' just nothing to him?) "now you're just ruining the moment," you huffed playfully.
but he just tackles you onto the bed — not too rough, of course. "lohen!" you scold slightly, "your wounds are still healing!"
"yeah, yeah..." he mutters, now lying beside you— his head titling slightly to press against your shoulder, not long before he looks up at you, as if waiting for something...
"yes, yes... you are, and forever will be, the best and the strongest," you mused.
"mhm, mhm" he agrees smuggly, though it almost sounds like a purr to you
"forever my lohen?"
"yours," he mumbles — in that soft voice that doesnt sound like him — he's a little bashful even as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer "though ill have to get stronger twice as much if im gonna protect you too," he jokes (but hes serious) — only for him to suddenly, "oh shit— that stings," when you get to close to his wound.
I love the concept of someone teaching you how to fuck. how to kiss, what it feels like to have someone else’s hands on you, someone else’s tongue. all under the guise of them being helpful, sweet to you, so you’re not nervous for when it ‘really’ happens. only for them to make sure they’re the only ones who ever get to see you that way
Hehe, I'm impressed you're still conscious. One last chance. Now... are you going to "cooperate"? Aww, cat got your tongue? Then let's play a little game.
Is Lohen out today? AAAA, I have only like 1 pull. I was trying to get Nicole before his trailer dropped :( I'm at 50 something pity, though... maybe luck
yeah lohen drops in 6 hours !!! I wish you luck, trust he’ll come home for you too !!
imagine lohen meeting the new recruits of the knights and find out about the medic reader who just happens to have a thing for toxins
Hi Anon,
Lohen's character trailer dropped when I was writing this. Mother, Father, I love him so much. Please Lohen, be kind to me today, and I shall be kind to you. I'll let you top promise. I didn't even write you drinking toxins, so you could be fucked high out of your mind as a sign of respect.
It's a bit daring, even by Lohen's standards, to throw himself so deeply into his role as Vice-Captain of the Fifth Company of the Knights of Favonius. With a title that long, he's practically obligated to go above and beyond. Sure, he's infiltrated guarded hideouts, masqueraded as an auctioneer's merchandise inside a steel cage, and posed as a trainee knight to blend in. But he can't say he's ever willingly ingested poison for the cause, though the green sheen on his knives, courtesy of his own concoctions, does hold a certain allure.
"How do you feel, Vice-Captain? Dizzy? Any numbness?"
There's a voice speaking to him, but it sounds so far away. He knows someone is talking to him, yet he can't quite pinpoint where it's coming from. Did he somehow accidentally take a stronger dose than he should have? His size doesn't exactly lend itself to a higher tolerance, after all. His thoughts are cut off by something cold pressing against his cheek, small and slender- perhaps a finger? Whatever it is, the touch lasts only a second before pulling away. Something scratches against something else before the voice returns, "Hm, your skin is quite cold for someone who looks so feverish. Is it because of your Cryo vision? I can't say I have much experience with Cryo users, and Captain Kaeya doesn't seem nearly as generous as you. Ah, sorry, I shouldn't speak badly about my superiors."
Lohen tries to speak. His lips feel fuzzy when he presses them together, and his eyes can barely stand to open. He hasn't felt this off-kilter since he was a child, still learning how to fight. Regardless, he was never raised to be a quitter, and with a wheezy rasp, he manages to force the words out, "What...d-did you..do?"
The voice doesn't reply immediately, though he does notice the scratching has stopped. There's a bit of shuffling, and Lohen tries to shift his gaze to see what's happening around him. The moment he looks away from the blank white ceiling, his stomach swoops. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a quiet groan at the sudden wave of nausea.
"Easy, easy. You don't want to throw up now. That'll only make you feel worse," Accompanying hands gently coaxes him flat on his back against the surface beneath him, "Thirsty? My apologies, Vice-Captain, but any ingestion could lead to choking or aspiration. You'll have to wait until you recover..." A soft chuckle follows, "Hehe... recover."
The hands supporting his head linger, unlike that first fleeting touch, but there's a heavy weight settling over him. He blinks and glances downward, confused, because there's nothing on him aside from the loose cotton shirt he's wearing that's starting to stick to his skin from the sweat. He tries to lick his lips, suddenly aware of how dry they are, but his tongue refuses to cooperate. Instead, he ends up drooling slightly. A bead of saliva gathers at the corner of his mouth before spilling over and trailing down his neck.
"Hm... maybe you overestimated yourself. You don't look so good," The tone doesn't sound displeased, even if the words suggest otherwise. He feels something brush against his throat, tracing along the... sternocleidomastoid muscle? He vaguely remembers someone calling it that. Ugh, a word that long is enough to make his head throb violently. He winces, his eyes squeezing shut once more so he doesn't have to look at the black spots dancing in his vision, and waits for the brief wave of pain to fade into something tolerable.
"...You know, the seniors tell ghost stories about you. About how you always charge headlong into the fray, how you're never afraid of getting hurt. Even Grandmaster Varka praises how tough you are compared to him, and says that whenever you're the one sent out, your team suffers the fewest casualties," The voice drones on, seeming to speak as much to itself as to him. He parts his eyes a sliver, just enough to make out a face beginning to take shape above him. His brain takes a while to catch up, sluggish and fogged over, but he knows that face from somewhere.
"T-This isn't what it looks like!"
You look so startled that he can almost hear your teeth chattering. For a moment, you seem caught between two instincts: staying exactly where you are to hide your spoils behind your back, or scrambling to your feet to salute your superior. The struggle is written plainly across your face, and Lohen finds himself briefly amused by how transparent it all is. Almost feels a bit unfair to be the one standing over you like this.
"Oh? How so?" Lohen smiles, a little indulgent, as he plants a hand on his hip and leans to the side for a better look at whatever had prompted you to abandon such perfectly good flowers. Hm. He thinks he recognizes that mushroom. “It’s not rare, nor particularly dangerous. Still, that is poisonous. With how nervous you look, I'd wager you knew that already. I cannot ignore a recruit collecting it in a way that could be interpreted as an attempt to harm someone."
"I-I wasn't going to use it on anyone! Promise! It's..It's just research! Self-study? Cause-ahem, because, uh... You can't know how to protect the body without learning what harms it? A-And plenty of medicines started out this way! Give the body a tiny, controlled dose, and suddenly the thing that could kill you is helping you heal," The explanation spills out of you, as if speaking too slowly might give him time to interrupt. By the end of it, your shoulders are practically touching your ears. Still, Lohen has to admit there’s a certain logic to it, granted it's messy and overexcited, but logic nonetheless. Not the usual excuse he hears from recruits caught doing something questionable.
"Are you lecturing me, trainee?" The teasing question is meant to lighten the air, but whatever confidence you’d managed to gather evaporates into thin air. Ah. Perhaps he misjudged how strong your nerves were.
"No! I mean- no, sir." Your voice droops along with your posture as you stare down at the dirt caked onto your shoes, "...Does this mean I'm kicked out of the Knights?"
For a moment, Lohen simply blinks. Kicked out? You look genuinely devastated by the possibility, fists clenched so tightly your gloves squeak faintly. He exhales lightly through his nose. A timid thing then, and yet not without merit. Plus, he liked the excited look in your eyes during your rant, and Varka always says he needs to be more lenient to the newbies. Plus...this wouldn't be the first time he's "experimented" with medicinal practices. Being alone as an adventure requires you to take what you can and learn what your body can resist.
"Come along now, and don't forget to bring those mushrooms."
Your head snaps up at his words, his back already to you, as he gestures for you to keep up.
"Let's see what you can do."
The new batch of recruits... right. He'd originally wanted to test the waters, to see if they were truly ready to become part of the Knights. A new combat medic, the reports had said, the Knights could always use more of those. Funny, he'd expected someone steadier like Albedo or Barbara. Instead, he'd found a little mouse tottering through the fields, uprooting flowers and digging through the dirt in search of toxic fungal mushrooms.
Huh..actually..even with his blurry vision, he doesn't remember your face being this expressive. You look just as elated as he does when he's fighting.
"I know I'm only a beginner, but I really, really want to be the one to treat you. To see someone as strong as you like this..." Whatever you were about to say dissolves into a distant murmur as he sinks beneath the surface, drifting into unconsciousness.
"the only difference between a cult and a religion is the scale"
NO. NO IT ISN'T. THIS IS WHAT THE CULTS WANT YOU TO THINK IT IS NOT TRUE. THERE ARE RELIGIONS THAT ARE NOT CULTS AND CULTS THAT ARE NOT RELIGIOUS AND YOU MUST LEARN THE DIFFERENCE
