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᪖ ᭔ "𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔"
ꪆৎ 𝒟OLI. 18+. multifandom, female reader only blog 𓆦 women haters do not interact!! ꪆৎ DAILY CLICKS FOR PALESTINE
(𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 ) (𝓌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 ) (𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 )
〔 © dolliteur 〕
mama might be cooking up her first mini series !!
〔 © dolliteur 〕 - 𐙚⋆. please use this image as a reference as things may change through the creation and editing process !!
- 𐙚⋆. this is my own original work that is in the making and i wanted to show it before posting !!
𐙚⋆. JJK P𐙚RN LINKS !!
- 𐙚⋆. mdni! | please be signed in before clicking the links !! author note. lowkey got lazy when finding more links sorry!
- 𐙚⋆. gojo satoru ˎˊ˗ breeding that pussy - after a long day of fighting curses and dealing with the shit higher-ups, he couldn't wait to come home to breed that warm pussy!!
sweet pussy eating - it's no secret that gojo satoru loves sweets! dont be shocked when he craves your sweet body.
oops! (totally meant) definetly didn't mean to send that! - you couldn't help yourself teasing him, his fault!
squirting - you couldn't help yourself from squirting for the first time from his fingers!
taking his cock - ugh! he couldn't have waited until after an important meeting to be acting up!?
- 𐙚⋆. mdni! more character under this!
- 𐙚⋆. choso ˎˊ˗
fucking you under - choso's favorite position to see your beautiful face
special delievery: tub rubbing - gentle rubbing to help soothe you after a horrible day
sub choso - give that boy his reward, he was nothing but a good boy for u <3
camping gone sexual - seeing that ur isolated with your bwf, he couldn't help himself from eating that cute cunt, especially after u tried to end off the "relationship"
cum in me!! - dont want that pretty cum anywhere else but in you
- 𐙚⋆. ryomen sukuna ˎˊ˗
so rough! - sukuna has to test how much your body can take of him before you become obsessed.
hair pulling - sukuna told u to be back before 7 pm while you're out for ur girls' night. but you forgot! nothing a good hair pulling wont help fix
ripping fishnets - dont think fishnet's are going to stop him from eating his dinner
outfit turn on! - you knew this outfit would get sukuna to whip that cock out every time
size kink - who wouldn't develop one when fucking sukuna?!
- 𐙚⋆. nanami kento ˎˊ˗
use you as a stress reliever - he needed to relieve his stress somehow! why not use his darling wife?
hand off! - nanami can't keep his hands off you
toys - nanami wants to experiment toys with you, seemed he had a little too much fun
dinner fun - the idea of getting caught and letting him control your vib made it an exciting night
anal + toys - it's time for both your holes to get ready for a honeymoon night
- 𐙚⋆. geto suguru ˎˊ˗
pussy slapping - you knew better than to piss him off, but you couldn't help it
long dick geto - what started off as a funny argument between 2 friends turns into him impaling you on his cock.
face down - remember girl: face down, ass up!
sneaking into your room - you missed him! you didn't care if your roommate could probably hear
sharing is caring - why fight over you when geto and gojo can share you
♡ :: bonus!! (older) maki zenin ˎˊ˗
boob obessed
morning fingering
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᪖ ᭔ 𝒎𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝒛𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧 ℳ𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა -ˋˏ✄┈┈ masterlist dedicated to maki zenin and any of my content for him/her. ↪ if you wish to request him/her, if and when my requests are open, please follow my notice tab for rules
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི 𝒥𝐣𝐤 𝒫!𝐫𝐧 ℒ𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 -ˋˏ✄┈┈ - 𐙚⋆. mdni! | porn links for maki zenin
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᪖ ᭔ 𝒏𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝒌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 ℳ𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა -ˋˏ✄┈┈ masterlist dedicated to nanami kento and any of my content for him/her. ↪ if you wish to request him/her, if and when my requests are open, please follow my notice tab for rules
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི 𝒥𝐣𝐤 𝒫!𝐫𝐧 ℒ𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 -ˋˏ✄┈┈ - 𐙚⋆. mdni! | porn links for nanami kento
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᪖ ᭔ 𝓬𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝓴𝐚𝐦𝐨 ℳ𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა -ˋˏ✄┈┈ masterlist dedicated to choso kamo and any of my content for him/her. ↪ if you wish to request him/her, if and when my requests are open, please follow my notice tab for rules
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི 𝒥𝐣𝐤 𝒫!𝐫𝐧 ℒ𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 -ˋˏ✄┈┈ - 𐙚⋆. mdni! | porn links for choso kamo
〔 © dolliteur 〕 — dont repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into ai!
᪖ ᭔ 𝓻𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝓼𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 ℳ𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა -ˋˏ✄┈┈ masterlist dedicated to ryomen sukuna and any of my content for him/her. ↪ if you wish to request him/her, if and when my requests are open, please follow my notice tab for rules
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི 𝒥𝐣𝐤 𝒫!𝐫𝐧 ℒ𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 -ˋˏ✄┈┈ - 𐙚⋆. mdni! | porn links for ryomen sukuna
〔 © dolliteur 〕 — dont repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into ai!
᪖ ᭔ 𝓰𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝓼𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 ℳ𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა -ˋˏ✄┈┈ masterlist dedicated to gojo satoru and any of my content for him/her. ↪ if you wish to request her/him, if and when my requests are open, please follow my notice tab for rules
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི 𝒥𝐣𝐤 𝒫!𝐫𝐧 ℒ𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 -ˋˏ✄┈┈ - 𐙚⋆. mdni! | porn links for gojo satoru
〔 © dolliteur 〕 — dont repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into ai!
᪖ ᭔ 𝓰𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝓼𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 ℳ𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა -ˋˏ✄┈┈ masterlist dedicated to geto suguru and any of my content for him/her. ↪ if you wish to request him/her, if and when my requests are open, please follow my notice tab for rules
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི 𝒥𝐣𝐤 𝒫!𝐫𝐧 ℒ𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 -ˋˏ✄┈┈ - 𐙚⋆. mdni! | porn links for geto suguru
〔 © dolliteur 〕 — dont repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into ai!
𐙚⋆. JJK P𐙚RN LINKS !!
- 𐙚⋆. mdni! | please be signed in before clicking the links !! author note. lowkey got lazy when finding more links sorry!
- 𐙚⋆. gojo satoru ˎˊ˗ breeding that pussy - after a long day of fighting curses and dealing with the shit higher-ups, he couldn't wait to come home to breed that warm pussy!!
sweet pussy eating - it's no secret that gojo satoru loves sweets! dont be shocked when he craves your sweet body.
oops! (totally meant) definetly didn't mean to send that! - you couldn't help yourself teasing him, his fault!
squirting - you couldn't help yourself from squirting for the first time from his fingers!
taking his cock - ugh! he couldn't have waited until after an important meeting to be acting up!?
- 𐙚⋆. mdni! more character under this!
Hihii dorothy,, how have u been!!
Also, sorry this is so late but thank u so much for doing my request! Ur writing was lovely to read through and I especially loved Ellen and Ye Shunguang’s sections!! You wrote them really nicely, and all of the ladies you wrote for were very much in character ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡
It’s very refreshing to see writing for the Zenless ladies as there honestly isn’t much for them OR any other hoyoverse character… speaking of, who’s your fav hoyoverse character and why?
I can’t wait to see more of ur writing!! - 🎀 anonnie °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ°
first of i want to say thank you for this nice message!! i tried my best - especially because after making that ask i stopped playing zzz. I realized the game isn't really for me.
the second thing is, I want to say i apologize for leaving without any notice, to be blunt. shit hitting the fan and i lost a lot of motivation for many things that i liked to do.
but this summer im doing better on myself - i begun working out and doing more to improve my mental state.
I'm forever grateful for all the support everyone gave me, even though I left without a proper answer. I plan to continue writing after today, and i'll probably have something ready soon (hopefully).
thank you! — dolliteur
Eek omg hi.. first of all your blog is SO cute everything’s laid out so nicely and the colours r adorbs, I’m in love w it!! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧
I was wondering if I could request something short n sweet w a couple of the Zenless ladies.. Ye Shunguang, Yanagi, Yixuan and Ellen (separately) comforting a reader who’s super busy w work all the time and just wants a moment to destress w/ their partner and take their mind off of things!
If those r too many characters please feel free to just pick and choose who you’d wanna write 4 <33
I’ll also totally be coming back to this blog, so could I perhaps be known as 🎀 anon?? I can’t wait so see more of ur writing, have a wonderful day ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ 𝒩𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ℰ𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝒮𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 + ye shunguang, yanagi, yixuan, and ellen comforting a workaholic reader
ye shunguang, yanagi, yixuan, and ellen (separate) x overwork reader. comfort, pure fluff, maybe ooc (I dont know these characters all that well yet), not really proofread. ⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ tysm! i'm glad you enjoy the aesthetic of my blog, and ofc you can be 🎀 anon. i apologize i can't put the keep reading- it wont work
⋆.˚ ✎ 𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠
you come home from a long day.
the world never waits for anyone—not for you, not for ye shuguang, not for anyone at all. today, it felt like it took everything from you, leaving you drained, like an empty shell.
you drag yourself toward your home, step by step, holding onto the one thought that keeps you going—
she’s waiting for you.
you open the door.
and there she is—ye shuguang.
the history between you and her feels steady, familiar… safe.
“welcome back, xiao’guang~”
her voice is bright, teasing in that gentle way she always does, like she’s greeting something precious.
you try to respond, but the words don’t come out. everything feels hazy, like your mind is moving slower than it should.
“…hey, what’s this?” her tone softens immediately. “you look like you fought the whole world and lost.”
you huff weakly, but even that takes effort.
she doesn’t wait for an answer.
instead, she moves closer, guiding you inside with an ease that feels practiced—natural.
“c’mon, sit,” she says, light but firm, like a mentor who already knows you won’t argue.
before you can even process it, you’re settled somewhere comfortable.
“stay right there,” she adds, already turning away.
she’s back in seconds.
in her hands: a small stash she’s definitely been saving.
candy. osmanthus cakes.
your favorites.
“i was going to keep these for later,” she hums, placing them beside you, “but i think you need them more right now.”
you stare at them for a moment.
then at her.
“…rough day?” she asks, softer now, crouching slightly to meet your level.
you nod.
slowly, the words start coming out—how everything felt too much, how nothing seemed fair, how it all piled up until you couldn’t handle it anymore.
she listens.
really listens.
nodding along, patient, warm.
“mm… yeah, that sounds exhausting,” she murmurs. “no wonder you look like this.”
there’s no judgment. just understanding.
she reaches over, nudging the sweets a little closer to you.
“hey,” she smiles gently, “it’s okay to feel like this, you know? even the strongest people have days where everything just… piles up.”
you exhale, some of the weight easing.
“you don’t have to carry all of that by yourself,” she adds. “you’ve got me.”
there’s a quiet confidence in her voice—steady, reassuring.
like she means it.
like she always will.
“so take a break,” she continues, a small playful lilt returning. “that’s an order from your senior~”
you let out a small laugh.
and for the first time all day, things don’t feel quite as heavy.
because she’s there.
warm, steady—
a small light that never really fades.
⋆.˚ ✎ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢
the room felt quiet... too quiet.
not silent— it could never be silent with how much your head was killing you. but controlled, filtered, like everything had already been accounted for before it even happens.
it makes your shoulders tense up without noticing.
"you seem distracted."
her voice cuts through it cleanly.
you didn't jump, but it felt like your soul jumped out of your body.
you didnt even hear her walk in! of course, you hadn't
yanagi stands a few feet away, posture straight, hands resting behind her back. she always looks composed, like she’s already five steps ahead of whatever situation she’s in.
“i’m not—” you start.
she tilts her head slightly. not judgmental. just… precise.
“your response time has slowed by 0.7 seconds compared to your baseline,” she says it like she’s reading off a report. “and you’ve checked the same terminal three times without processing new information.”
...
you stare at her.
"... you timed that?
"i observe patterns." a small pause "yours are unusually easy to read than normal."
that stings a little more than it should've.
did that mean that it was noticeable to everyone?
you looked away, pretending to focus on anything that your eyes could lay on. it didn't help; it all felt blurry. your chest feels heavy, like something pressing it inward.
"state the issue."
you shake your head. "nothing, just tired."
a pause
then—
"try again."
you almost laugh, but it came out weaker than expected.
"it's just been a lot, okay" you mutter. "feels like im messing up even when im not."
silence fills the space.
you expect a correction. a lecture. something sharp.
instead—
“your performance has not declined.”
you blink.
she steps closer, not touching, but enough to ground you.
“your perception has.”
“…that doesn’t help.”
another pause.
“…then i will adjust.”
you glance at her.
she’s still composed, still controlled—but her voice is quieter now.
“you are allowed to have variance,” she says. “you are not required to be optimal at all times.”
you exhale slowly.
“…i don’t know how to do that.”
“then you will learn.”
simple. certain.
“with assistance.”
you look at her properly this time.
“…you mean that?”
“it falls under my responsibility,” she replies.
a beat.
“…but not exclusively.”
you huff a small laugh. she gestures toward the couch.
“sit.”
“…is that an order?”
“yes.”
you don’t argue this time.
as you sink into the cushions, some of the tension finally loosens.
she lingers nearby, watching—not in a cold way, but in that same careful, calculated way she does everything.
making sure. always making sure.
“…take ten minutes,” she says.
you nod, closing your eyes for a second. and for once, the world doesn’t feel like it’s pressing down as hard.
because she’s there.
steady. unwavering.
like she won’t let you fall apart without noticing.
⋆.˚ ✎ 𝐲𝐢𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐧
you returned later than expected.
not because you meant to—just because everything demanded more from you today.
by the time you step inside, your body feels heavy, your thoughts slower, like they’re dragging behind you.
"you're late."
her voice is calm.
measured.
still holding her authority.
yixuan stands ahead, posture straight, presense grounding the room without effort. you don't even need to look up at her to know she was waiting for you.
concerned about what even happened to you.
"...sorry," you mumble.
you felt weak under her.
silence follows.
not uncomfortable.
just deliberate.
“approach.”
you hesitate for half a second before stepping closer.
her gaze is sharp, observant—taking in everything without missing a detail.
“your breathing is uneven,” she notes. “your focus is scattered.”
you look away. “i’m fine.”
a pause.
“…no.”
it’s not harsh.
just certain.
you exhale, shoulders dropping slightly. “it was just a long day.”
she studies you for another moment, then turns, gesturing for you to follow.
“sit.”
you do.
no argument this time.
she moves with quiet precision, preparing something—tea, maybe. the motions are practiced, controlled, like every action has intention behind it.
“you are pushing beyond your current limits,” she says after a moment.
you frown. “isn’t that the point?”
“only when it serves growth,” she replies. “not when it leads to instability.”
she sets the cup in front of you.
you didn’t even notice when she finished.
“…drink.”
you wrap your hands around it, warmth seeping into your fingers.
“strength is not measured by how much you endure in silence,” she continues. “it is measured by how well you maintain yourself through adversity.”
you stare into the cup.
“…i don’t feel very strong right now.”
another pause.
then—
“strength is not a constant state.”
you glance up.
her expression hasn’t softened, but there’s something steadier in it. something grounding.
“it is something you return to,” she says. “again and again.”
the words settle quietly.
she steps a little closer—not intrusive, just present.
“you are allowed to falter,” she adds. “so long as you do not remain there.”
you let out a slow breath.
“…what if i don’t know how to get back up?”
this time, she doesn’t hesitate.
“then i will guide you.”
simple. certain.
like it was never a question.
you huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head slightly. “of course you will.”
“it is my responsibility,” she replies.
a beat.
“…and my choice.”
you don’t respond, but something in your chest eases.
the weight isn’t gone. but it’s… steadier.
manageable.
she watches you for a moment longer, ensuring you’re actually drinking the tea.
always observing. always calculating. always there.
“rest,” she says at last.
and this time—
you listen.
⋆.˚ ✎ 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧
you flop onto the couch the second you get home.
no warning, no greeting. just dropping everything off at the door.
"...rough day?"
her voice comes from somewhere nearby, casual, like she already expected this.
ellen doesn’t even look up at first, scrolling through her phone, legs stretched out like she owns the entire space.
you groan into the cushions.
she finally glances over.
“…yeah, you look terrible.”
you lift your head slightly. “wow. thanks.”
“mhm.”
no apology. just honest.
she watches you for a second longer, eyes half-lidded, studying in that quiet way she does—like she’s piecing things together without asking.
“…work?” she guesses.
you nod weakly.
“figured.”
a pause.
then she sighs, locking her phone and tossing it aside.
“move.”
you don’t question it—barely have the energy to—just shift enough to make space.
she drops down next to you, not graceful, just… there.
close.
comfortable.
“you’re overthinking it,” she says after a moment.
you frown into the couch. “i didn’t even say anything.”
“don’t need to.”
another pause.
her shoulder bumps yours lightly.
“you always get like this when you think you messed up.”
…she’s not wrong.
you exhale slowly. “it just feels like everything piles up, you know?”
“yeah.”
simple. understanding.
no big speech.
she leans back, stretching a little.
“then don’t deal with all of it at once.”
you glance at her.
“…that’s your advice?”
“mhm.”
she reaches over, nudging you with her hand—lazy, but intentional.
“just deal with what’s in front of you,” she adds. “the rest can wait.”
you stare at her.
“…you make it sound easy.”
“it is.”
a beat.
“…you just don’t like doing it that way.”
you huff a quiet laugh.
she smirks slightly, like she knows she’s right.
then, after a second, she shifts—pulling a blanket over both of you without making a big deal out of it.
“stay here for a bit,” she mutters. “you’re not useful like this anyway.”
you snort. “rude.”
“realistic.”
but she doesn’t move away. doesn’t go back to her phone.
just stays there, close enough that you can feel the steady warmth beside you.
quiet. easy.
like nothing needs to be forced.
“…thanks,” you mumble.
she shrugs.
“don’t mention it.”
a pause.
then, softer—
“just don’t burn yourself out over stuff that doesn’t matter.”
you close your eyes, tension slowly easing out of your body.
and for once—
you actually felt whole again.
〔 © dolliteur 〕 — dont repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into ai!
Hey, I was wondering if you could do anything with columbina from genshin?
⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ ℒ𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲 ℬ𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝒟𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝒮𝐤𝐲 + you find the mistake of being in nod krai, but this wasn't the one you found in the legends, but instead one that is wrong. something is wrong here...
columbina x female reader. horror columbina, can still be read as moon goddess columbina, female reader, (attempt) religious horror, reader is implied to be the travaler, wont follow the nod krai storyline, inspired by the stairway to heaven (hoyofair) & dark tevyat by Plaga_Corvus on tiktok. ⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ i hope this is too your liking
you should've taken captiano's warning a little more seriously...
this nod-krai isn’t the one you read about in the history books at the knights of favonius library.
those records must’ve been outdated—or maybe they just don’t apply to the nod-krai you’ve stumbled into now.
alone.
there’s no archon here—not one you recognize. there’s no law here. this is a land where the exiled and the damned come to rest.
you don’t know how you ended up here, wandering through the ruins of what was once some kind of town, barely held together by rusted bolts and crooked screws.
the people here look hollow. drained. like puppets with their strings cut—shells of whatever they used to be.
but you had already seen that in the city, before you ever crossed into whatever lies beyond this point.
the silence is eerie. you can feel the moon staring you down as you keep moving forward.
a shiver runs through you. maybe this dress wasn’t meant for the cold of night—but you never had time to find anything better.
especially, not after the drowning of fontaine… poor furina. poor neuvillette…
somewhere along the way, you lost paimon— all you remember was being attacked.
a white-haired man, wrapped like a gift in dark, suffocating bandages.
he tore you apart from her so easily, like it was nothing.
mumbling something about a woman— tholi? thoria? it didn’t matter. not now.
none of it would matter if you didn’t find shelter. food. something—anything—to keep yourself alive.
and then—
a sound.
soft. distant.
singing.
your head snaps up, breath catching in your throat.
someone is out there.
all of a sudden, a sound blesses your ears.
surely there's someone out there!
pushing your weakened body forward— dont stop, never stop.
each step feels heavier than the last, your legs threatening to give out beneath you.
but the singing grows louder.
clearer.
it wraps around you, gentle and suffocating all at once.
a hymn. a lullaby. a prayer.
the song of a savior.
your vision begins to blur, your golden eyes can barely see what's in front of you...
you see the beautiful blue— endless, luminous blue.
it glows like the moon above. no—brighter. closer.
beautiful.
what a beautiful sight...
your feet carry you forward without thought, drawn toward it like something sacred.
a cave.
no… a shrine.
moonlit stone arches stretch overhead, and at the heart of it all—
a great, watching moon.
thump
your knees hit the ground before you realize you’ve fallen.
your body gives out completely, too weak to hold itself together any longer.
cold stone presses against your skin as your vision flickers.
and then—
silence.
no silence.
the singing is right beside you now.
a soft, angelic like voice spoke out to you.
"... you finally came."
the voice is soft. reverent. wrong.
something shifts in the darkness beyond your fading sight.
feathers— or something like them— brush against the ground.
you try to move. you can’t.
it felt like chains were holding you exactly where you dropped.
someone, or something was here.
watching.
waiting.
“…i’ve been looking for you.”
a hand hovers just above your face— not touching. never quite touching.
like you’re something to be worshipped.
or something fragile enough to break.
“…my star.”
the singing from before comes back again, but this time, instead of luring you in.
it was beside you, covering you like a blanket would on a cold child.
it only softens.
cradles.
consumes.
and as your consciousness slips, the last thing you feel—
is something warm against your forehead.
not quite a kiss.
but a blessing from the moon's heart itself.
you stumbled upon what those legends meant.
this person, who can only assume was human, was likely the moon it was referring to.
not quite a blessing.
something in between.
—
when you wake up, somehow no longer feeling hungry.
or like you were dying.
you find that you aren't alone.
but instead with a long black-haired girl with pink tips, she who had angel wings behind her head.
she, who clearly was the moon's vessel onto teyvat.
who you were never meant to gaze upon.
〔 © dolliteur 〕 — dont repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into ai!
Eek omg hi.. first of all your blog is SO cute everything’s laid out so nicely and the colours r adorbs, I’m in love w it!! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧
I was wondering if I could request something short n sweet w a couple of the Zenless ladies.. Ye Shunguang, Yanagi, Yixuan and Ellen (separately) comforting a reader who’s super busy w work all the time and just wants a moment to destress w/ their partner and take their mind off of things!
If those r too many characters please feel free to just pick and choose who you’d wanna write 4 <33
I’ll also totally be coming back to this blog, so could I perhaps be known as 🎀 anon?? I can’t wait so see more of ur writing, have a wonderful day ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ 𝒩𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ℰ𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝒮𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 + ye shunguang, yanagi, yixuan, and ellen comforting a workaholic reader
ye shunguang, yanagi, yixuan, and ellen (separate) x overwork reader. comfort, pure fluff, maybe ooc (I dont know these characters all that well yet), not really proofread. ⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ tysm! i'm glad you enjoy the aesthetic of my blog, and ofc you can be 🎀 anon. i apologize i can't put the keep reading- it wont work
⋆.˚ ✎ 𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠
you come home from a long day.
the world never waits for anyone—not for you, not for ye shuguang, not for anyone at all. today, it felt like it took everything from you, leaving you drained, like an empty shell.
you drag yourself toward your home, step by step, holding onto the one thought that keeps you going—
she’s waiting for you.
you open the door.
and there she is—ye shuguang.
the history between you and her feels steady, familiar… safe.
“welcome back, xiao’guang~”
her voice is bright, teasing in that gentle way she always does, like she’s greeting something precious.
you try to respond, but the words don’t come out. everything feels hazy, like your mind is moving slower than it should.
“…hey, what’s this?” her tone softens immediately. “you look like you fought the whole world and lost.”
you huff weakly, but even that takes effort.
she doesn’t wait for an answer.
instead, she moves closer, guiding you inside with an ease that feels practiced—natural.
“c’mon, sit,” she says, light but firm, like a mentor who already knows you won’t argue.
before you can even process it, you’re settled somewhere comfortable.
“stay right there,” she adds, already turning away.
she’s back in seconds.
in her hands: a small stash she’s definitely been saving.
candy. osmanthus cakes.
your favorites.
“i was going to keep these for later,” she hums, placing them beside you, “but i think you need them more right now.”
you stare at them for a moment.
then at her.
“…rough day?” she asks, softer now, crouching slightly to meet your level.
you nod.
slowly, the words start coming out—how everything felt too much, how nothing seemed fair, how it all piled up until you couldn’t handle it anymore.
she listens.
really listens.
nodding along, patient, warm.
“mm… yeah, that sounds exhausting,” she murmurs. “no wonder you look like this.”
there’s no judgment. just understanding.
she reaches over, nudging the sweets a little closer to you.
“hey,” she smiles gently, “it’s okay to feel like this, you know? even the strongest people have days where everything just… piles up.”
you exhale, some of the weight easing.
“you don’t have to carry all of that by yourself,” she adds. “you’ve got me.”
there’s a quiet confidence in her voice—steady, reassuring.
like she means it.
like she always will.
“so take a break,” she continues, a small playful lilt returning. “that’s an order from your senior~”
you let out a small laugh.
and for the first time all day, things don’t feel quite as heavy.
because she’s there.
warm, steady—
a small light that never really fades.
⋆.˚ ✎ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢
the room felt quiet... too quiet.
not silent— it could never be silent with how much your head was killing you. but controlled, filtered, like everything had already been accounted for before it even happens.
it makes your shoulders tense up without noticing.
"you seem distracted."
her voice cuts through it cleanly.
you didn't jump, but it felt like your soul jumped out of your body.
you didnt even hear her walk in! of course, you hadn't
yanagi stands a few feet away, posture straight, hands resting behind her back. she always looks composed, like she’s already five steps ahead of whatever situation she’s in.
“i’m not—” you start.
she tilts her head slightly. not judgmental. just… precise.
“your response time has slowed by 0.7 seconds compared to your baseline,” she says it like she’s reading off a report. “and you’ve checked the same terminal three times without processing new information.”
...
you stare at her.
"... you timed that?
"i observe patterns." a small pause "yours are unusually easy to read than normal."
that stings a little more than it should've.
did that mean that it was noticeable to everyone?
you looked away, pretending to focus on anything that your eyes could lay on. it didn't help; it all felt blurry. your chest feels heavy, like something pressing it inward.
"state the issue."
you shake your head. "nothing, just tired."
a pause
then—
"try again."
you almost laugh, but it came out weaker than expected.
"it's just been a lot, okay" you mutter. "feels like im messing up even when im not."
silence fills the space.
you expect a correction. a lecture. something sharp.
instead—
“your performance has not declined.”
you blink.
she steps closer, not touching, but enough to ground you.
“your perception has.”
“…that doesn’t help.”
another pause.
“…then i will adjust.”
you glance at her.
she’s still composed, still controlled—but her voice is quieter now.
“you are allowed to have variance,” she says. “you are not required to be optimal at all times.”
you exhale slowly.
“…i don’t know how to do that.”
“then you will learn.”
simple. certain.
“with assistance.”
you look at her properly this time.
“…you mean that?”
“it falls under my responsibility,” she replies.
a beat.
“…but not exclusively.”
you huff a small laugh. she gestures toward the couch.
“sit.”
“…is that an order?”
“yes.”
you don’t argue this time.
as you sink into the cushions, some of the tension finally loosens.
she lingers nearby, watching—not in a cold way, but in that same careful, calculated way she does everything.
making sure. always making sure.
“…take ten minutes,” she says.
you nod, closing your eyes for a second. and for once, the world doesn’t feel like it’s pressing down as hard.
because she’s there.
steady. unwavering.
like she won’t let you fall apart without noticing.
⋆.˚ ✎ 𝐲𝐢𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐧
you returned later than expected.
not because you meant to—just because everything demanded more from you today.
by the time you step inside, your body feels heavy, your thoughts slower, like they’re dragging behind you.
"you're late."
her voice is calm.
measured.
still holding her authority.
yixuan stands ahead, posture straight, presense grounding the room without effort. you don't even need to look up at her to know she was waiting for you.
concerned about what even happened to you.
"...sorry," you mumble.
you felt weak under her.
silence follows.
not uncomfortable.
just deliberate.
“approach.”
you hesitate for half a second before stepping closer.
her gaze is sharp, observant—taking in everything without missing a detail.
“your breathing is uneven,” she notes. “your focus is scattered.”
you look away. “i’m fine.”
a pause.
“…no.”
it’s not harsh.
just certain.
you exhale, shoulders dropping slightly. “it was just a long day.”
she studies you for another moment, then turns, gesturing for you to follow.
“sit.”
you do.
no argument this time.
she moves with quiet precision, preparing something—tea, maybe. the motions are practiced, controlled, like every action has intention behind it.
“you are pushing beyond your current limits,” she says after a moment.
you frown. “isn’t that the point?”
“only when it serves growth,” she replies. “not when it leads to instability.”
she sets the cup in front of you.
you didn’t even notice when she finished.
“…drink.”
you wrap your hands around it, warmth seeping into your fingers.
“strength is not measured by how much you endure in silence,” she continues. “it is measured by how well you maintain yourself through adversity.”
you stare into the cup.
“…i don’t feel very strong right now.”
another pause.
then—
“strength is not a constant state.”
you glance up.
her expression hasn’t softened, but there’s something steadier in it. something grounding.
“it is something you return to,” she says. “again and again.”
the words settle quietly.
she steps a little closer—not intrusive, just present.
“you are allowed to falter,” she adds. “so long as you do not remain there.”
you let out a slow breath.
“…what if i don’t know how to get back up?”
this time, she doesn’t hesitate.
“then i will guide you.”
simple. certain.
like it was never a question.
you huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head slightly. “of course you will.”
“it is my responsibility,” she replies.
a beat.
“…and my choice.”
you don’t respond, but something in your chest eases.
the weight isn’t gone. but it’s… steadier.
manageable.
she watches you for a moment longer, ensuring you’re actually drinking the tea.
always observing. always calculating. always there.
“rest,” she says at last.
and this time—
you listen.
⋆.˚ ✎ 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧
you flop onto the couch the second you get home.
no warning, no greeting. just dropping everything off at the door.
"...rough day?"
her voice comes from somewhere nearby, casual, like she already expected this.
ellen doesn’t even look up at first, scrolling through her phone, legs stretched out like she owns the entire space.
you groan into the cushions.
she finally glances over.
“…yeah, you look terrible.”
you lift your head slightly. “wow. thanks.”
“mhm.”
no apology. just honest.
she watches you for a second longer, eyes half-lidded, studying in that quiet way she does—like she’s piecing things together without asking.
“…work?” she guesses.
you nod weakly.
“figured.”
a pause.
then she sighs, locking her phone and tossing it aside.
“move.”
you don’t question it—barely have the energy to—just shift enough to make space.
she drops down next to you, not graceful, just… there.
close.
comfortable.
“you’re overthinking it,” she says after a moment.
you frown into the couch. “i didn’t even say anything.”
“don’t need to.”
another pause.
her shoulder bumps yours lightly.
“you always get like this when you think you messed up.”
…she’s not wrong.
you exhale slowly. “it just feels like everything piles up, you know?”
“yeah.”
simple. understanding.
no big speech.
she leans back, stretching a little.
“then don’t deal with all of it at once.”
you glance at her.
“…that’s your advice?”
“mhm.”
she reaches over, nudging you with her hand—lazy, but intentional.
“just deal with what’s in front of you,” she adds. “the rest can wait.”
you stare at her.
“…you make it sound easy.”
“it is.”
a beat.
“…you just don’t like doing it that way.”
you huff a quiet laugh.
she smirks slightly, like she knows she’s right.
then, after a second, she shifts—pulling a blanket over both of you without making a big deal out of it.
“stay here for a bit,” she mutters. “you’re not useful like this anyway.”
you snort. “rude.”
“realistic.”
but she doesn’t move away. doesn’t go back to her phone.
just stays there, close enough that you can feel the steady warmth beside you.
quiet. easy.
like nothing needs to be forced.
“…thanks,” you mumble.
she shrugs.
“don’t mention it.”
a pause.
then, softer—
“just don’t burn yourself out over stuff that doesn’t matter.”
you close your eyes, tension slowly easing out of your body.
and for once—
you actually felt whole again.
〔 © dolliteur 〕 — dont repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into ai!
Hey, I was wondering if you could do anything with columbina from genshin?
⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ ℒ𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲 ℬ𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝒟𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝒮𝐤𝐲 + you find the mistake of being in nod krai, but this wasn't the one you found in the legends, but instead one that is wrong. something is wrong here...
columbina x female reader. horror columbina, can still be read as moon goddess columbina, female reader, (attempt) religious horror, reader is implied to be the travaler, wont follow the nod krai storyline, inspired by the stairway to heaven (hoyofair) & dark tevyat by Plaga_Corvus on tiktok. ⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ i hope this is too your liking
you should've taken captiano's warning a little more seriously...
this nod-krai isn’t the one you read about in the history books at the knights of favonius library.
those records must’ve been outdated—or maybe they just don’t apply to the nod-krai you’ve stumbled into now.
alone.
there’s no archon here—not one you recognize. there’s no law here. this is a land where the exiled and the damned come to rest.
you don’t know how you ended up here, wandering through the ruins of what was once some kind of town, barely held together by rusted bolts and crooked screws.
the people here look hollow. drained. like puppets with their strings cut—shells of whatever they used to be.
but you had already seen that in the city, before you ever crossed into whatever lies beyond this point.
the silence is eerie. you can feel the moon staring you down as you keep moving forward.
a shiver runs through you. maybe this dress wasn’t meant for the cold of night—but you never had time to find anything better.
especially, not after the drowning of fontaine… poor furina. poor neuvillette…
somewhere along the way, you lost paimon— all you remember was being attacked.
a white-haired man, wrapped like a gift in dark, suffocating bandages.
he tore you apart from her so easily, like it was nothing.
mumbling something about a woman— tholi? thoria? it didn’t matter. not now.
none of it would matter if you didn’t find shelter. food. something—anything—to keep yourself alive.
and then—
a sound.
soft. distant.
singing.
your head snaps up, breath catching in your throat.
someone is out there.
all of a sudden, a sound blesses your ears.
surely there's someone out there!
pushing your weakened body forward— dont stop, never stop.
each step feels heavier than the last, your legs threatening to give out beneath you.
but the singing grows louder.
clearer.
it wraps around you, gentle and suffocating all at once.
a hymn. a lullaby. a prayer.
the song of a savior.
your vision begins to blur, your golden eyes can barely see what's in front of you...
you see the beautiful blue— endless, luminous blue.
it glows like the moon above. no—brighter. closer.
beautiful.
what a beautiful sight...
your feet carry you forward without thought, drawn toward it like something sacred.
a cave.
no… a shrine.
moonlit stone arches stretch overhead, and at the heart of it all—
a great, watching moon.
thump
your knees hit the ground before you realize you’ve fallen.
your body gives out completely, too weak to hold itself together any longer.
cold stone presses against your skin as your vision flickers.
and then—
silence.
no silence.
the singing is right beside you now.
a soft, angelic like voice spoke out to you.
"... you finally came."
the voice is soft. reverent. wrong.
something shifts in the darkness beyond your fading sight.
feathers— or something like them— brush against the ground.
you try to move. you can’t.
it felt like chains were holding you exactly where you dropped.
someone, or something was here.
watching.
waiting.
“…i’ve been looking for you.”
a hand hovers just above your face— not touching. never quite touching.
like you’re something to be worshipped.
or something fragile enough to break.
“…my star.”
the singing from before comes back again, but this time, instead of luring you in.
it was beside you, covering you like a blanket would on a cold child.
it only softens.
cradles.
consumes.
and as your consciousness slips, the last thing you feel—
is something warm against your forehead.
not quite a kiss.
but a blessing from the moon's heart itself.
you stumbled upon what those legends meant.
this person, who can only assume was human, was likely the moon it was referring to.
not quite a blessing.
something in between.
—
when you wake up, somehow no longer feeling hungry.
or like you were dying.
you find that you aren't alone.
but instead with a long black-haired girl with pink tips, she who had angel wings behind her head.
she, who clearly was the moon's vessel onto teyvat.
who you were never meant to gaze upon.
〔 © dolliteur 〕 — dont repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into ai!
᪖ ᭔ 𝒸𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 ℳ𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა -ˋˏ✄┈┈ masterlist dedicated to columbina and any of my content for her. ↪ if you wish to request her, if and when my requests are open, please follow my notice tab for rules
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ℒ𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲 ℬ𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝒟𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝒮𝐤𝐲 -ˋˏ✄┈┈ attempted horror columbina x lumine! reader
〔 © dolliteur 〕 — dont repost, translate, plagiarize, or feed my work into ai!
Hey, I was wondering if you could do anything with columbina from genshin?
⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ ℒ𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲 ℬ𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝒟𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝒮𝐤𝐲 + you find the mistake of being in nod krai, but this wasn't the one you found in the legends, but instead one that is wrong. something is wrong here...
columbina x female reader. horror columbina, can still be read as moon goddess columbina, female reader, (attempt) religious horror, reader is implied to be the travaler, wont follow the nod krai storyline, inspired by the stairway to heaven (hoyofair) & dark tevyat by Plaga_Corvus on tiktok. ⋆.˚ ✎ᝰ i hope this is too your liking
you should've taken capitano's warning a little more seriously...
this nod-krai isn’t the one you read about in the history books at the knights of favonius library.
those records must’ve been outdated—or maybe they just don’t apply to the nod-krai you’ve stumbled into now.
alone.
there’s no archon here—not one you recognize. there’s no law here. this is a land where the exiled and the damned come to rest.
you don’t know how you ended up here, wandering through the ruins of what was once some kind of town, barely held together by rusted bolts and crooked screws.
the people here look hollow. drained. like puppets with their strings cut—shells of whatever they used to be.
but you had already seen that in the city, before you ever crossed into whatever lies beyond this point.
the silence is eerie. you can feel the moon staring you down as you keep moving forward.
a shiver runs through you. maybe this dress wasn’t meant for the cold of night—but you never had time to find anything better.
especially, not after the drowning of fontaine… poor furina. poor neuvillette…
somewhere along the way, you lost paimon— all you remember was being attacked.
a white-haired man, wrapped like a gift in dark, suffocating bandages.
he tore you apart from her so easily, like it was nothing.
mumbling something about a woman— tholi? thoria? it didn’t matter. not now.
none of it would matter if you didn’t find shelter. food. something—anything—to keep yourself alive.
and then—
a sound.
soft. distant.
singing.
your head snaps up, breath catching in your throat.
someone is out there.
all of a sudden, a sound blesses your ears.
surely there's someone out there!
pushing your weakened body forward— dont stop, never stop.
each step feels heavier than the last, your legs threatening to give out beneath you.
but the singing grows louder.
clearer.
it wraps around you, gentle and suffocating all at once.
a hymn. a lullaby. a prayer.
the song of a savior.
your vision begins to blur, your golden eyes can barely see what's in front of you...
you see the beautiful blue— endless, luminous blue.
it glows like the moon above. no—brighter. closer.
beautiful.
what a beautiful sight...
your feet carry you forward without thought, drawn toward it like something sacred.
a cave.
no… a shrine.
moonlit stone arches stretch overhead, and at the heart of it all—
a great, watching moon.
thump
your knees hit the ground before you realize you’ve fallen.
your body gives out completely, too weak to hold itself together any longer.
cold stone presses against your skin as your vision flickers.
and then—
silence.
no silence.
the singing is right beside you now.
a soft, angelic like voice spoke out to you.
"... you finally came."
the voice is soft. reverent. wrong.
something shifts in the darkness beyond your fading sight.
feathers— or something like them— brush against the ground.
you try to move. you can’t.
it felt like chains were holding you exactly where you dropped.
someone, or something was here.
watching.
waiting.
“…i’ve been looking for you.”
a hand hovers just above your face— not touching. never quite touching.
like you’re something to be worshipped.
or something fragile enough to break.
“…my star.”
the singing from before comes back again, but this time, instead of luring you in.
it was beside you, covering you like a blanket would on a cold child.
it only softens.
cradles.
consumes.
and as your consciousness slips, the last thing you feel—
is something warm against your forehead.
not quite a kiss.
but a blessing from the moon's heart itself.
you stumbled upon what those legends meant.
this person, who can only assume was human, was likely the moon it was referring to.
not quite a blessing.
something in between.
—
when you wake up, somehow no longer feeling hungry.
or like you were dying.
you find that you aren't alone.
but instead with a long black-haired girl with pink tips, she who had angel wings behind her head.
she, who clearly was the moon's vessel onto teyvat.
who you were never meant to gaze upon.
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