Monarch Frost

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[frosts-intuition]

frost - 22 - eng - black - multi - sfw/nsfw blog - mdni blog - kofi

commissions: Open

byf - mutuals & anons - fics for gaza - master list

dnd/self-ship blog: @jingyuansbird

networks: @astronetwrk @nereidsrealm @interstellar-inn @pixelcafe-network @theseabreezestreet

[theseabreezestreet]

here is our list of registered vendors. the market vendors are expected to update their details with the coordinators should anything change; this includes url changes, blog moves and the intention to leave the seabreeze street.

Ⅰ ━ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒.

» anastasia | found at : @manacia (owner)

Ⅱ ━ 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐒.

» cora | found at : @inazuman » frost | found at : @frosts-intuition » heia | found at : @heiayen » isa | found at : @stopisa » jasper | found at : @qichun

» kei | found at : @prncessrindou

» kiri | found at : @bioticlaw » miya | found at : @kokonoiis » risu | found at : @tetsuskei » salem | found at : @kentophilia » wallaby | found at : @fictionfordays

» the seabreeze street's first application season is still ongoing.

[frosts-intuition]

Meant to be

pairing: creative writing major! kazuha x professional writing major!gn!reader

w.c.: 1.1k

content: fluff, modern university au, established relationship, tooth-achey fluff lmao

a/n: here's my fic for Teyvat University, hosted by @kazuinvocation and @cosmic-expressions

taglist: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @nereidsrealm

Kazuha and you are two peas in a pod, the other half. Kazuha, the creative student who only seem to speak in poems. You, a professional student who is only seem to speak in technical lingo.

You are complete opposites of one another. The ying and yang. The 180 degrees of each other. Other people don't know how you two get along whatsoever. At most, Kazuha is the one that's always professing his love and admiration to you around campus.

He's the one giving you poems. He's the one humming words of affection with his arms around you waist as you walk to the library. Kazuha is the one that always holds your hand and being the gentleman to you.

Students and teachers throughout the university only ever seem Kazuha being so public with his affection. They've only seen you accepting these affections with a nudge of the shoulder or a flick to the forehead. Rarely do anyone see you being affectionate on the levels of Kazuha.

Yet, when they do, they couldn't help but admire from afar.

You, the professional and almost stoic professional writing student. When others ask for help with their papers in the Writing Center, you often charge them. You believe your help should not be free.

When Kazuha asks for help with his writing, you don't charge anything. You just ask for food in return, which Kazuha happily delivers each time he comes into the Writing Center.

When you think no one is looking while you and Kazuha are under a tree, you would comb a hand through Kazuha's hair. Your hands slowly pull his hair out of the ponytail, letting the hair tie rest around your wrist.

You hum a low tune as your hands ran through his hair mindlessly. There's no reason behind the motion, you just felt like doing it.

And Kazuha accepts it a small grin on his face and a hand on your thigh.

Students can tell the blatant favoritism, but they can't really be mad at it. They honestly get it. When someone finds the one for them, they will either be open declarations or silent conformations.

One day was Kazuha and your's one year anniversary. You both decided to exchange works about the other to one another. It was a special moment in your shared dorm room.

You both are sitting on the couch facing the other. A favorite movie between the two of you was playing on the tv. It's acting as background noise for the romantic moment.

"Ready, love?" Kazuha asks with a grin on his face. He pulls out his folder of works from his bookbag to give to you. The folder has red and white coloring along it with autumn leaves falling on the cover. He rests his back on the armchair of the couch, his red eyes only on you.

You nod simply to him, a hint of a tender look in your gaze. You pull out your own folder from your book bag carefully. The folder had different languages and writing notes on the covers, varying in color of black and white. You rest on the opposite armchair of the couch, your own face softening for a moment as you look at him.

"I am ready." You say in confirmation to Kazuha. Your eyes lock with his as you grip your folder in your hands. Nervousness, maybe, is evident in your grip.

Kazuha's observation doesn't miss that. His grin simply widens in reassurance, causing you to breathe deeply to calm your nerves down. Which always helps you.

"Then, let's exchange." Kazuha amuses, his hand holding his folder now is held out to you. His other hand ready to receive your folder.

You hum lightly, giving him your folder in his empty hand. You then took his folder from his hand, bringing it onto your lap as you open it. Kazuha's gaze lingers on you for a moment as he brought your folder to his lap. The movie in the background hits to a certain milestone as you both open the folders.

In Kazuha's folder, in your hands, your eyes land on the numerous pages of poems and short stories. On one side of the folder are different poems Kazuha had written. They portray his feelings, his emotions and admiration each time he looks at you. How you skin shine in the light like an angel, and how your voice is blessed by the gods.

The other side of the folder are short stories. They hold memories of how Kazuha felt during different moments of the relationship. The first meeting, the first hug, the first help, and the first kiss. The words flow creatively and elegantly, which fits Kazuha to the T.

He… really wears his heart on his sleeve. You couldn't help but let out a small smile. You obviously know how Kazuha sees you as he tells you always. Yet, to read what he sees is something totally different. You are moved by it.

In your folder, in Kazuha's hands, his eyes lands on the title page of the first side of the folder. The title said '20 Things I Like About You.' It had the right MLA heading, like a paper for an English professor. There is even a footnote on how many pages and a bibliography of your sources. The bibliography include links to friends social media posts, to pictures from your and his posts. Both together and afar.

20 pages… each one about a thing they like about me. Kazuha grins as he read over the contents. He knows he's not going to get to everything, but as he skims through, his heart couldn't help but to flutter soundly.

The words, business professional like always, holds monumental value to Kazuha, almost validating everything the relationship has been. Words about his side-ponytail hair, his voice, his appearance, and even his way of using a sword, all hit home with him. This goes down to the way he can make music with a leaf. His love for the campus strays behind the English building, and his family he holds dear.

Family. Kazuha thought for a moment, glancing his eyes up to where you are, reading through his works intently. Would… they want to be my family? As quick as the thought came, it left so soon. But Kazuha couldn't deny the brief tears going through his eyes.

As you both read each others works, your hearts flutter and you love grew. Even in these quiet moments with only the TV making noise means so much to you both. You both couldn't help but believe you were meant to be.

[frosts-intuition]

good morning, good afternoon, and good evening everyone. it's around 9:30 am est for me rn.

I have decided that I will be closing requests (since i wasn't getting any anyways) and just stick with commissions. I've been struggling these last few months to get a job, so I thought I would start doing writing commissions to keep myself afloat.

My commissions will be through ko-fi. If you want to use a different payment system like paypal or cashapp, please inbox or message me. Check through Commissions to see who and what I write for and would. Please also check my rules and my dni if you have not already. These are pretty straightforward.

Thank you for reading and I look forward to your commission!

[frosts-intuition]

so.... still don't have a job, but hey, commissions are still open! let me know what you want written😊

[frosts-intuition]

afternoon everyone! i have my tree up just like last year! if anyone wants to leave messages, you can through here. also, let me know if you have trees as well!

내 트리를 꾸며줘!

트리를 밝히고 세상을 밝혀요💡

[frosts-intuition]

Meant to be

pairing: creative writing major! kazuha x professional writing major!gn!reader

w.c.: 1.1k

content: fluff, modern university au, established relationship, tooth-achey fluff lmao

a/n: here's my fic for Teyvat University, hosted by @kazuinvocation and @cosmic-expressions

taglist: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @nereidsrealm

Kazuha and you are two peas in a pod, the other half. Kazuha, the creative student who only seem to speak in poems. You, a professional student who is only seem to speak in technical lingo.

You are complete opposites of one another. The ying and yang. The 180 degrees of each other. Other people don't know how you two get along whatsoever. At most, Kazuha is the one that's always professing his love and admiration to you around campus.

He's the one giving you poems. He's the one humming words of affection with his arms around you waist as you walk to the library. Kazuha is the one that always holds your hand and being the gentleman to you.

Students and teachers throughout the university only ever seem Kazuha being so public with his affection. They've only seen you accepting these affections with a nudge of the shoulder or a flick to the forehead. Rarely do anyone see you being affectionate on the levels of Kazuha.

Yet, when they do, they couldn't help but admire from afar.

You, the professional and almost stoic professional writing student. When others ask for help with their papers in the Writing Center, you often charge them. You believe your help should not be free.

When Kazuha asks for help with his writing, you don't charge anything. You just ask for food in return, which Kazuha happily delivers each time he comes into the Writing Center.

When you think no one is looking while you and Kazuha are under a tree, you would comb a hand through Kazuha's hair. Your hands slowly pull his hair out of the ponytail, letting the hair tie rest around your wrist.

You hum a low tune as your hands ran through his hair mindlessly. There's no reason behind the motion, you just felt like doing it.

And Kazuha accepts it a small grin on his face and a hand on your thigh.

Students can tell the blatant favoritism, but they can't really be mad at it. They honestly get it. When someone finds the one for them, they will either be open declarations or silent conformations.

One day was Kazuha and your's one year anniversary. You both decided to exchange works about the other to one another. It was a special moment in your shared dorm room.

You both are sitting on the couch facing the other. A favorite movie between the two of you was playing on the tv. It's acting as background noise for the romantic moment.

"Ready, love?" Kazuha asks with a grin on his face. He pulls out his folder of works from his bookbag to give to you. The folder has red and white coloring along it with autumn leaves falling on the cover. He rests his back on the armchair of the couch, his red eyes only on you.

You nod simply to him, a hint of a tender look in your gaze. You pull out your own folder from your book bag carefully. The folder had different languages and writing notes on the covers, varying in color of black and white. You rest on the opposite armchair of the couch, your own face softening for a moment as you look at him.

"I am ready." You say in confirmation to Kazuha. Your eyes lock with his as you grip your folder in your hands. Nervousness, maybe, is evident in your grip.

Kazuha's observation doesn't miss that. His grin simply widens in reassurance, causing you to breathe deeply to calm your nerves down. Which always helps you.

"Then, let's exchange." Kazuha amuses, his hand holding his folder now is held out to you. His other hand ready to receive your folder.

You hum lightly, giving him your folder in his empty hand. You then took his folder from his hand, bringing it onto your lap as you open it. Kazuha's gaze lingers on you for a moment as he brought your folder to his lap. The movie in the background hits to a certain milestone as you both open the folders.

In Kazuha's folder, in your hands, your eyes land on the numerous pages of poems and short stories. On one side of the folder are different poems Kazuha had written. They portray his feelings, his emotions and admiration each time he looks at you. How you skin shine in the light like an angel, and how your voice is blessed by the gods.

The other side of the folder are short stories. They hold memories of how Kazuha felt during different moments of the relationship. The first meeting, the first hug, the first help, and the first kiss. The words flow creatively and elegantly, which fits Kazuha to the T.

He… really wears his heart on his sleeve. You couldn't help but let out a small smile. You obviously know how Kazuha sees you as he tells you always. Yet, to read what he sees is something totally different. You are moved by it.

In your folder, in Kazuha's hands, his eyes lands on the title page of the first side of the folder. The title said '20 Things I Like About You.' It had the right MLA heading, like a paper for an English professor. There is even a footnote on how many pages and a bibliography of your sources. The bibliography include links to friends social media posts, to pictures from your and his posts. Both together and afar.

20 pages… each one about a thing they like about me. Kazuha grins as he read over the contents. He knows he's not going to get to everything, but as he skims through, his heart couldn't help but to flutter soundly.

The words, business professional like always, holds monumental value to Kazuha, almost validating everything the relationship has been. Words about his side-ponytail hair, his voice, his appearance, and even his way of using a sword, all hit home with him. This goes down to the way he can make music with a leaf. His love for the campus strays behind the English building, and his family he holds dear.

Family. Kazuha thought for a moment, glancing his eyes up to where you are, reading through his works intently. Would… they want to be my family? As quick as the thought came, it left so soon. But Kazuha couldn't deny the brief tears going through his eyes.

As you both read each others works, your hearts flutter and you love grew. Even in these quiet moments with only the TV making noise means so much to you both. You both couldn't help but believe you were meant to be.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

this blog is not a fucking safe place for zionists

[frosts-intuition]

HSR 2.7 STORY SPOILERS

my favorite screenshot from the story

[frosts-intuition]

YALL I GOT SUNDAY EARLY ON 16 PITY THIS IS THE EARLIEST I HAVE EVER GOTTEN A CHARACTER

i also got his light cone on 69 nice pity

[frosts-intuition]

afternoon everyone! i have my tree up just like last year! if anyone wants to leave messages, you can through here. also, let me know if you have trees as well!

내 트리를 꾸며줘!

트리를 밝히고 세상을 밝혀요💡

[frosts-intuition]

Meant to be

pairing: creative writing major! kazuha x professional writing major!gn!reader

w.c.: 1.1k

content: fluff, modern university au, established relationship, tooth-achey fluff lmao

a/n: here's my fic for Teyvat University, hosted by @kazuinvocation and @cosmic-expressions

taglist: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @nereidsrealm

Kazuha and you are two peas in a pod, the other half. Kazuha, the creative student who only seem to speak in poems. You, a professional student who is only seem to speak in technical lingo.

You are complete opposites of one another. The ying and yang. The 180 degrees of each other. Other people don't know how you two get along whatsoever. At most, Kazuha is the one that's always professing his love and admiration to you around campus.

He's the one giving you poems. He's the one humming words of affection with his arms around you waist as you walk to the library. Kazuha is the one that always holds your hand and being the gentleman to you.

Students and teachers throughout the university only ever seem Kazuha being so public with his affection. They've only seen you accepting these affections with a nudge of the shoulder or a flick to the forehead. Rarely do anyone see you being affectionate on the levels of Kazuha.

Yet, when they do, they couldn't help but admire from afar.

You, the professional and almost stoic professional writing student. When others ask for help with their papers in the Writing Center, you often charge them. You believe your help should not be free.

When Kazuha asks for help with his writing, you don't charge anything. You just ask for food in return, which Kazuha happily delivers each time he comes into the Writing Center.

When you think no one is looking while you and Kazuha are under a tree, you would comb a hand through Kazuha's hair. Your hands slowly pull his hair out of the ponytail, letting the hair tie rest around your wrist.

You hum a low tune as your hands ran through his hair mindlessly. There's no reason behind the motion, you just felt like doing it.

And Kazuha accepts it a small grin on his face and a hand on your thigh.

Students can tell the blatant favoritism, but they can't really be mad at it. They honestly get it. When someone finds the one for them, they will either be open declarations or silent conformations.

One day was Kazuha and your's one year anniversary. You both decided to exchange works about the other to one another. It was a special moment in your shared dorm room.

You both are sitting on the couch facing the other. A favorite movie between the two of you was playing on the tv. It's acting as background noise for the romantic moment.

"Ready, love?" Kazuha asks with a grin on his face. He pulls out his folder of works from his bookbag to give to you. The folder has red and white coloring along it with autumn leaves falling on the cover. He rests his back on the armchair of the couch, his red eyes only on you.

You nod simply to him, a hint of a tender look in your gaze. You pull out your own folder from your book bag carefully. The folder had different languages and writing notes on the covers, varying in color of black and white. You rest on the opposite armchair of the couch, your own face softening for a moment as you look at him.

"I am ready." You say in confirmation to Kazuha. Your eyes lock with his as you grip your folder in your hands. Nervousness, maybe, is evident in your grip.

Kazuha's observation doesn't miss that. His grin simply widens in reassurance, causing you to breathe deeply to calm your nerves down. Which always helps you.

"Then, let's exchange." Kazuha amuses, his hand holding his folder now is held out to you. His other hand ready to receive your folder.

You hum lightly, giving him your folder in his empty hand. You then took his folder from his hand, bringing it onto your lap as you open it. Kazuha's gaze lingers on you for a moment as he brought your folder to his lap. The movie in the background hits to a certain milestone as you both open the folders.

In Kazuha's folder, in your hands, your eyes land on the numerous pages of poems and short stories. On one side of the folder are different poems Kazuha had written. They portray his feelings, his emotions and admiration each time he looks at you. How you skin shine in the light like an angel, and how your voice is blessed by the gods.

The other side of the folder are short stories. They hold memories of how Kazuha felt during different moments of the relationship. The first meeting, the first hug, the first help, and the first kiss. The words flow creatively and elegantly, which fits Kazuha to the T.

He… really wears his heart on his sleeve. You couldn't help but let out a small smile. You obviously know how Kazuha sees you as he tells you always. Yet, to read what he sees is something totally different. You are moved by it.

In your folder, in Kazuha's hands, his eyes lands on the title page of the first side of the folder. The title said '20 Things I Like About You.' It had the right MLA heading, like a paper for an English professor. There is even a footnote on how many pages and a bibliography of your sources. The bibliography include links to friends social media posts, to pictures from your and his posts. Both together and afar.

20 pages… each one about a thing they like about me. Kazuha grins as he read over the contents. He knows he's not going to get to everything, but as he skims through, his heart couldn't help but to flutter soundly.

The words, business professional like always, holds monumental value to Kazuha, almost validating everything the relationship has been. Words about his side-ponytail hair, his voice, his appearance, and even his way of using a sword, all hit home with him. This goes down to the way he can make music with a leaf. His love for the campus strays behind the English building, and his family he holds dear.

Family. Kazuha thought for a moment, glancing his eyes up to where you are, reading through his works intently. Would… they want to be my family? As quick as the thought came, it left so soon. But Kazuha couldn't deny the brief tears going through his eyes.

As you both read each others works, your hearts flutter and you love grew. Even in these quiet moments with only the TV making noise means so much to you both. You both couldn't help but believe you were meant to be.

[puffypoffin]

This is actually the context for this pic guys trust me my uncle works at mihoyo

[freyzrc]

BLOSSOM, BUBBLES, AND BUTTERCUP HAVE DEDICATED THEIR LIVES TO FIGHTING CRIME AND THE FORCES OF EVIL 💗🤜🏻✨

[softpng]

the workday/weekend ratio is so off. like ethically.

[schroedingerscryptid]

[lunamiszkaa]

[notikuranomo]

Sunday fanart i forgot to post here

[121231212i]

One bird spirals in dreams, while another flies toward the sky.

One bird flaps their wings, another bird closes their eyes and lowers their heads.

"May your sky be forever radiant."