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i don't write for...

chibi models razor / noelle / collei / fischl

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© CHXRRY-CXKE 2025 — dividers by @.cursed-carmine — do not repost, translate, or feed my work to AI.

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who was gonna tell me frem was in the new event

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I cant wait to get back home where I can write again 🥹🫪 writing on mobile is SO annoying 😭

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This is outta the blue and idk if you answered this already but HOW DOES YOUR PINNED SAY 2001.. TUMBLR CAME OUT IN 2007.. WHAT KINDA DARK MAGIC ARE YOU DOING HERE

great question (ФωФ) as much as i'd love to be mysterious and tell you that i'm magic or something, it's too useful of a feature to ignore (esp for things like birthday/holiday sensitive posts!)

you can actually change the date/time a post was published in the settings of editor mode!

note; this can be done on your phone/tablet, but ONLY on your internet browser! you can't do this on the app, unfortunately :// it is desktop editor-mode only afaik

when creating a post, hit the cogwheel in the top right!

here you can do super cool stuff, like making custom urls, edit the privacy of individual posts, and most importantly - change the publishing date and time!

all you have to do is tap/click what you wish to change

(i am setting it to 01/01 at 01:01 for simplicity 🩷)

and bingo!!!

now i have a post published 6 months ago!

"why did you do this?" i hear you asking. it's pretty straightforward; i couldn't find an aesthetic place to put my age in my theme, so i changed my pinned post's date to my birthday!

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dude not even a DAYYY in twitter dot com

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〉mitya (/&) reader、 wc500、 fluff、 written before release、 can be read platonically... probably. my editor says "it has 'we have a crush on each other' vibes but could also definitely be interpreted as being really close friends"、 will update tags/cw after he is released

〉masterlist.

mitya's hands are cold.

it should be expected given snezhnaya's typical temperature — the kresnik's torch only does so much to rid the city of snow flurries and ice. and yet the quickness with which he slides his fingers under your coat sleeve, against your bare skin, and just under the cuff of your glove feels less like a kiss after a cool drink and more like plunging your arm into a snow bank. the gasp you release just makes him smile, quick to apologise and quicker to retreat before the onslaught of attention you're sure to give him. his quiet giggles do little to help his case, your eyes already wide when you turn away from the shop window — darting between bright purple irises, a red nose, and cheeks tinged pink screaming, 'i've been left to the elements for too long'.

the grin doesn't leave his face when you begin your fussing; the routine scolding about keeping warm, the wrapping of half your own scarf around his neck (a scarf he watched you make much too long in length for just one person. perhaps your plan was to wrap him up with you all along?), and the practiced transfer of a glove from your hand to his are completed with a frustrated pout.

after the few minutes of furrowed brows and laughs, mitya is sure the two of you are officially joined at the hip. the scarf is just tight enough to be secure, one of his hands now gloved while the other is intertwined with your own and stuffed deep into your coat pocket. your free hand grabs at his arm, shaking him gently back and forth to get your point across while he giggles and nods in understanding. his spectral arm flies out from behind him to keep your hat from falling, and he's almost surprised you didn't relinquish that as well. although, he's sure you would've if you could see his ears.

you don't seem to realise how close you've pulled him — so close, in fact, that neither of you are sure whose breath you're seeing between you. his free hand is out of his pocket before you know it, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. your arm is trapped against his chest, leaving him free to snuggle his face into your shoulder.

"thank you." he whispers, grin turning a bit mischievous as he moves your scarf down slightly, pressing his ice-cold nose against your neck.

the shriek you release has him pulling away, thoroughly amused by how lightly you smack at his chest — in either annoyance or embarrassment, he's never sure. you slowly straighten yourself, shooting him a glance before tugging him away from the shop.

"you've gotta take care of yourself, mitya — i don't need you freezing to death!"

"i know, i know..." he laughs, hoping you'll drag him all over the city before you have to part ways.

his hands may be freezing, but you always make him feel so, so warm.

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۶ৎ‎ wip tag game ྀིྀི thank you for tagging me @milkberyl!! <33

𝜗ৎ RULES make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. people send in an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

quite a few of my titles are coded </33 mostly so if my beta readers are reading in public, no one can tell based on the title what it is.... also i'm just bad at naming things, so the uncoded just gives it away </3

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making out // multi

7MIH // multi

NO REWRITE WE'RE SAVED // dahlia smut

a ragbros idea i had apparently ??? // kaeya & diluc /reader (not shipping them btw)

v // durin smut

oops // jean smut

lohen impact // lohen smut

blywi // varka

wtf was i on // kabukimono

shf // thoma smut

bsb // wrio or flins smut (couldn't decide, so it's under both)

mpeg hehe // kinich

where did i find this // mualani smut

nd // flins smut

lionfish // freminet/reader/gaming

sand ass // freminet

punk hehehehee // freminet smut

fs // freminet

THE frem fic // freminet smut

thots // lyney smut

that fic i abandoned // childe

i am going to tag.... @reipathy @cheriiiiii and... anyone who wants to? (tag me if you do!! no pressure though /gen <33)

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just saw another writer on here say their fics were ‘heavily inspired’ by c.ai…so let me be clear

using c.ai does not make you better or any different than other ai users. using c.ai is just as bad as using any other sort of ai. you cannot be anti generative ai and still use c.ai.

as a writer who has had their work stolen and put through c.ai multiple times, it’s very weird to be using a platform that basically encourages theft to ‘heavily inspire’ your writing

this blog is free from all uses of AI—and I cannot believe this needs to be clarified—but that includes c.ai. i have never and will never use ai to come up with, inspire or god forbid, actually write for me.

there are no ethical uses of generative ai. ai and ai users are not welcome on my page.

thanks <3

[georgeromerosanalcavity]

whatever. i don’t even care. *visibly rock hard and leaking at the tip*

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guys help ): brain is nothing but frem </33

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i want to write for hsr so bad but :(( im kinda scared idk

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after long consideration, I have decided not to </3 imposter syndrome got the better of me, idk who any of these characters are

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〉lohen/reader、 nsfw ー mdni、 wc1.1k、 smut、 pocket-pussy、 oral (f. rec.)、 fingering (f. rec.)、 male masturbation (?)、 choking (m. rec.)、 dacryphilia if you squint、 implied free use?、 technically public sex? 〉masterlist.

lohen, whose coat you slip a particular metal disk into just before he leaves on expedition, giving him a kiss and telling him to behave. he repeats you mockingly, thinking you mean with varka and the rest of the knights, and laughs when you give him an amused glare. he jokes that he'll be on his worst behaviour possible, and he'll let you know what kind of fights he gets into.

lohen, who feels the metal settle into his pocket, but forgets to check what it is until they set up camp just outside of snezhnaya's borders; the freezing winds making him glad for the thick blankets and decently insulated tents. he lies in his, mesmerized by the shimmering, frosted glass inside the ring and thankful for how loud his captain snores. he twists and turns it, thumb sliding against a small knob and watching as it twists with faint clicks like the crown of a pocket watch.

lohen, who practically moans when the shimmering stops, revealing an unobstructed view of your cunt as if you were laid out in front of him. his fingers immediately go to touch what he assumes is just a screen, but he's wide awake when they go past the ring and touch skin. he spreads your lips apart, eyes focusing on the way you clench around nothing and drool despite how little he's touched you. his index finger swipes away the wetness, letting it melt across his tongue with a hum.

lohen, who has absolutely no idea that you're writhing in bed while he's playing with you. have you always had such realistic dreams? it's only been a few days, how could you already be so frustrated?

lohen, whose impulse gets the better of him; tongue collecting more than his finger could and the taste going straight to his dick, drawing a soft groan from him. archons, you taste amazing. he's definitely glad for the lack of silence surrounding him, the squelch of your juices flooding his ears through the pause of snoring. he almost wonders if you can hear it too.

lohen, whose tongue laving through your folds forces a moan from you, pulling you from your slumber in confusion. you're ripping off the duvet before the heat can get to you, the coolness of the night contrasting heavily with how hot your core is. you barely have time to question if he found the disk before his middle and ring fingers are pressing into you, they slip inside so easily you wonder just how long he's been at it. or maybe you're more sensitive to it than you thought you'd be?

lohen, who realises then that if his tongue and fingers can go through, what's stopping his cock? it only takes shuffling his boxers down and making sure his captain is still sound asleep for him to tease himself, smacking his tip against your clit and chuckling at the thought of you twitching and whining like you usually do.

lohen, who's pressing into you so slowly, wanting to take his time and enjoy it since you're not there. he thinks back to when you were — face flushed, whimpering and crying out with your eyebrows drawn together. he barely has his tip in before he's pulling away and pushing back in a bit further now, sighing at the way you're basically sucking him in. he does it a few more times; pushing his tip just past your folds, letting you clench around him, and then sliding out once more — he does it until his head is flushed a deep red, brain staticky and mindless and wanting nothing more than to see you slowly become a fucked out mess beneath him.

lohen, who wraps his free hand around his own throat, eyes fluttering closed at the pressure as he mimics the way you press the sides just right. he takes a deep breath when he pushes in further, head spinning at the intensity of pleasure that flows through him. he does it again, releasing his neck as he breathes and stuttering out a moan. he feels himself twitch right after you squeeze him, his hand unintentionally pushing you further down on his cock until he's buried as deep as he can go.

lohen, who doesn't realise it is you. you who's almost in tears at how he's teasing — at how you can't even rub your own clit to get off because he has it. you're cursing alice for giving it to you, cursing yourself for not telling him what it was before he left, and cursing him for not figuring it out himself! you're sobbing into your pillow by the time he pushes all the way in, choking on your moans as he pulls out until it's just his head and presses back until his balls are against the smooth metal.

lohen, who can't keep his moans down. he's gasping when his head catches against your clit, groaning when he slows down to really feel the way you hug and squeeze around him. the vibrations against his hand aren't helping; simulation doing nothing but reminding him of how you look wedged between him and whatever surface he'd decided to fuck you against — one of your hands around his throat while the other pinches at your nipple, ankles locked around his waist, drool and tears staining your cheeks while you babble incoherent begs for him to fuck you harder, faster, just like that.

lohen, whose hand comes up to cover his mouth when he cums pressed as far into you as he can, your cunt spasming and practically milking him until he's spent. he stays inside of you, arms resting behind his head as he takes in the feeling of you around him. you may not be there with him, but by the archons themselves if this won't be a fun way to spend his downtime.

lohen, who doesn't realise you're a mess against your bed; drool covering your pillow, eyes rolled back as you try to catch your breath. your shorts and sheets are sure to be ruined when he deactivates the portal, but the still fullness lets you know that won't happen for a minute.

extra!

lohen, who makes it routine to play with your cunt throughout the day. no one knows he's hiding a cum-stained handkerchief right next to you in his pocket, only there to wipe his fingers so they don't stain his gloves. he doesn't take time zones into account; fingers pressing into you at mid-day, not realising you're trying to sleep — tongue circling your clit mindlessly at midnight while catching up on reports, only for you to be trying not to moan while dealing with customers. it's a habit that doesn't stop on the way back, and you know just how close to home he is the more often he makes you cum <3

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hate hate hate finding a typo in the middle of a post </33 if anyone sees some PLEASE tell me i beg

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〉lohen/reader、wc414、fluff 〉masterlist.

everyone who knows lohen knows him as your cheeky, thrill-seeking husband who works unusually long hours. the vice captain of the knights of favonius's fifth company, who often comes home after your friends have left your apartment, sweaty, covered in cuts and bruises, and incredibly chatty about his latest find as soon as he walks through the door. on the occasion they do get to see him, he barely greets them with a wave before rushing off to shower — not emerging until they're well and gone. never intentionally, of course. he'd love to stay and chat, but the timing is always so inconvenient.

the thing they never get to see, however — and never believe when you tell them — is just how sweet and cuddly he is when he sees you.

he'd only say his work was a stressor when it keeps him away from you. twelve-hour shifts turning more into sixteen or twenty from mandatory physical training, meetings and classes keeping you further away when they don't overlap with your own, and never getting more than a few hours alone before having to take one work call or another. he loves his job, and that's what your friends see, but only few have seen the look in his eyes when he sees you.

how he's looking at you now is a good example: heavy-lidded eyes, subconscious grin, and chin nestled atop your sternum as he listens and feels you talk about your week. how this customer was being belligerent, how that speaker was overbearing and obviously had no idea what they were talking about — lohen's hanging on to each and every word you say as though they'll give him the answer to life itself, offering (half-jokingly) to join you next time and fight anyone who disrespects you. the laugh you give him in return is a symphony to his ears, heart swelling at the way your head falls back against the arm of the couch.

sure, he can be a little dismissive to those he deems unworthy of his attention, but the way he practically purrs when your nails scratch gently at his scalp and back makes him seem like an entirely different person. eyes fluttering shut, cheek pressing against your chest, shoulders completely pliant to your scritches. you joke he's like a clingy housecat, and he can't find the logic to disagree. 

vice captain of the fifth company, where? lohen is just the man who is absolutely and undoubtedly in love with you.

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i want to write for hsr so bad but :(( im kinda scared idk

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𑣲‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ lunafile-mp3 masterlist ‧₊˚ ☽𖥔. ⋅

‎𑣲 back to pinned !

ʚ sorted by region and then alphabetically ɞ ♡ = smut

۶ৎ mondstadt

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎husband!lohen ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎lohen w/ a pocket pussy ♡ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎toobig!varka ♡

𝜗ৎ liyue

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۶۟ৎ inazuma

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𐙚 sumeru

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౨ৎ fontaine

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎house of the hearth drabbles ♡ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fwb!navia ♡ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎singledad!wriothesley

ꫂ᭪ natlan

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୨୧ nod krai

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𝜗𝜚 snezhnaya

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎mitya drabble

ೀ khaenri'ah

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^ me thinking of ideas and pasting all of them into a google doc with 1746473286189 tabs and subtabs bc i have them categorized by nation/faction and character