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@mrrecaswife
Hi!
Just to say that my inbox is open should you ever want to come and chat about literally anything!
Do keep in mind that I'm NOT over 18 for now so ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW/18+ content please.
(If you're just here to hate, do go away instead of wasting everyone's time)
Do also be aware that I have a life out of tumblr, so I may not answer you that quickly!
Looking forward to communicate via the Extraterrestrial Satellite!
TITLE: The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.
(approx 300 words; i CRAVE bubble tea, yeah, okay, fine, here’s a 🍪 if you found the movie, yes this is a movie quote because there’s something deep implicitly, might develop if you want to, pls send dm haha)
Mr Reca had wanted to film a scene in the Xianzhou Luofu.
Key word: had tried.
There was one problem, though.
You.
Or, more specifically, the fact that you had checked the internet for what to do, because, well, obviously he brought you with him.
And one of the things that you were adamant about was the Immortal’s Delight. That creamy, tapioca pearled, whipped cream topped drink that simply couldn’t be replicated anywhere else, as much as the both of you knew.
So, after waiting for him to finish filming (you chose to ignore how eccentric he gets, as funny and strange as it is), you dragged him to a stand that you double checked on the internet to make sure they sold it.
And so, the greatest director of all time got dragged through the streets by his overly excited lover, just for what was mainly bubble tea.
He sighed dramatically as he loosely followed you.
…!
He rubbed his chest, mildly disoriented by the collision, until he realized that he bumped into you.
“Anything you’d like to share with me?” you asked, hands on your hips, a pout forming on your mouth.
He stared at you, thinking about how to avoid upsetting you, despite his attitude.
He sighed.
Oh well.
“...Is it really that worth it?”
Your pout deepened.
“Yes! It is! It’s the best thing that exists here, too!”
…
(He suddenly remembered insisting for you to try Mung Bean Soda a few days ago, which you made very clear to him that his taste in drinks that day was absolutely not shared)
He continued to be dragged to the stand afterwards.
(Your delighted face after obtaining the Immortal’s Delight was really worth it, he found. Even after everything he did, you still let him taste your drink, as usual, even despite it all.
…
His crew saw him drink the bubble tea every time he had a break for the rest of filming for some reason...)
changed the formatting
have fun reading and check out my other fics if you are interested (i'm the Annoying Gentleman one's writer)
TITLE: The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.
(approx 300 words; i CRAVE bubble tea, yeah, okay, fine, here’s a 🍪 if you found the movie, yes this is a movie quote because there’s something deep implicitly, might develop if you want to, pls send dm haha)
Mr Reca had wanted to film a scene in the Xianzhou Luofu.
Key word: had tried.
There was one problem, though.
You.
Or, more specifically, the fact that you had checked the internet for what to do, because, well, obviously he brought you with him.
And one of the things that you were adamant about was the Immortal’s Delight. That creamy, tapioca pearled, whipped cream topped drink that simply couldn’t be replicated anywhere else, as much as the both of you knew.
So, after waiting for him to finish filming (you chose to ignore how eccentric he gets, as funny and strange as it is), you dragged him to a stand that you double checked on the internet to make sure they sold it.
And so, the greatest director of all time got dragged through the streets by his overly excited lover, just for what was mainly bubble tea.
He sighed dramatically as he loosely followed you.
…!
He rubbed his chest, mildly disoriented by the collision, until he realized that he bumped into you.
“Anything you’d like to share with me?” you asked, hands on your hips, a pout forming on your mouth.
He stared at you, thinking about how to avoid upsetting you, despite his attitude.
He sighed.
Oh well.
“...Is it really that worth it?”
Your pout deepened.
“Yes! It is! It’s the best thing that exists here, too!”
…
(He suddenly remembered insisting for you to try Mung Bean Soda a few days ago, which you made very clear to him that his taste in drinks that day was absolutely not shared)
He continued to be dragged to the stand afterwards.
(Your delighted face after obtaining the Immortal’s Delight was really worth it, he found. Even after everything he did, you still let him taste your drink, as usual, even despite it all.
…
His crew saw him drink the bubble tea every time he had a break for the rest of filming for some reason...)
Hi yes i'm still alive
NEW POST OF MR RECA X READER TOMORROW 10 AM CEST
there i said it
hiatus is nearly over
planning for the hsr x nobility poll is in progress
will post it next month (probably...)
also school starts soon, so...
yeah.
bye 🐟
(dms are open for requests and talking btw haha)
The Annoying Gentleman by Woltze
(The title says it all)
Mr Reca trying to seduce you the good old fashioned way so that you can be together, but his intense passion for his work gets in the way.
You are out for a walk? He talks your ear off about how he shot a film here and refused to have his name associated with it because of how bad it was.
You want a picture with him? He complains about the setting and the light and makes you move so much that when you finally get to take it, it feels slightly staged (in your opinion.)
He just can't shut up at times and you get all the movie lore about his latest creation. When that one wandering friend who collects data for a living listens to you, she just laughs and shakes her head as if it was normal behaviour for him.
In all honesty, it probably is...
But there are some rare moments where he lets go of his work for a little and it makes it actually feel romantic instead of being on stage with a director. For once, maybe it isn't so bad.
(He's lucky he's so cute.)
hii, how are u?? what are ur ocs favorite food or drink? if u dont mind me asking
hello!
exam revisions took a while, so that's why I'm answering rn.
I'm good I'm good. haven't had any ideas recently, but I'm cool.
to answer your question, ah, it's kind of based on my favourite stuff.
I hc chaikaew to like thai tea in bubble tea style and as for favourite food...
ah, well, some things have to stay up to imagination, no? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
hope you're having a good moment wherever you are ! ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
goldfish
After all, tomorrow is another day.
(Extremely ominous voice) Guess who's baaaack~
Seriously, life has made me inactive, and so I have FINALLY found the time to create a little Sunday X Reader drabble. Be aware that this take the very AE! Sunday route that hasn't yet released at writing time, so there might be some HSR spoilers/leaks under the cut in here. If you don't want to see that, turn away!
Also reminder that I have a HSR Regency AU poll going on, so don't hesitate to go and vote! I'll take the first four characters to write about. You might also see in the coming days a milestone thank you note from me because you guys are just awesome people, so keep up the good work and remember that I'm cheering you on!
Askbox is also open, so don't hesitate to request or chat (my existence knows I need inspo so pleease come and request). If you do, reminder that NSFW is NOT allowed!
Have a 🍪 to compensate for my absence, and another 🍪 should you recognise the title. Please do not come to steal them in masses, I barely have any left.
Also, good luck on your pulls! (This fic is a desperate call for at least E0S1 Sunday)
Regency AU has started its brainstorming phase!
I'll probably publish something later in the week of the 25/11-30/11, but I wanted to know which characters from HSR you wanted to see in a regency AU that I'll probably publish in the week of the 20/12 because of end of year exam week in the beginning of December. (I hate this). I'll take the first four characters and write about them for the regency AU, so please vote!
I might not be as active as I was end of October beginning of November, but life here is chill and I'm doing alright. I just need to find time and inspiration to write, and I'll be back in business soon enough!
Inbox is open should you want to chat or request stuff that you might get later in December, but keep it SFW please.
(Also may all pullers be limited character/light cone havers!! Good luck everyone)
so, who do you want in regency HSR AU?
Emperor Jing Yuan
Traveling Apothecary Luocha
Former Duke Dan Heng
Duke Blade
Captain of the Royal Guard Gepard
Apothecary JiaoQiu
Assassin Moze
Duke Aventurine
Count Sunday
Royal Scholar Ratio
Duke Argenti
Count Reca
Is he smart, or is he...
(In which Reca worries about how his child will turn out)
(CW: Pregnancy because AFAB reader, insecure Mr Reca because, well, he has feelings too and it's my interpretation (don't like don't read), but fluff too because I think you suffered enough in my last couple of posts, have a 🍪 if you got the title reference, but please don't make me run out of them because there will be a lot of movie quotes as post titles-)
When Mr Reca got the news that you were pregnant, he was ecstatic! It somehow had managed to happen, despite him being a memokeeper, and he swore up and down in his usual dramatic way that he'll protect you and your child no matter what.
But, lately, he has been getting somewhat second thoughts.
It's not as if he didn't love you, oh no! Despite everything he made you endure, his love for you never once wavered.
But...
What if the child turned out like him?
He didn't mean it in a bad way, but he knew that he was high maintenance. He couldn't stop yapping and getting passionate about his work, which you did admire. But, sometimes, when he looked back, you seemed tired and he still kept it up, as you didn't say anything.
He knew that his work was irreplaceable, but you were, too. Actually, you were more important than his work.
But what if the child tired you out like he did with you?
What if you couldn't handle it and left?
When you found him in your bedroom later that day after returning from meeting with a few friends, he was oddly contemplative. Hm. Must be about one of his projects again.
As you tucked in later that evening, he clung to you as usual for the night, and asked you something that made you sit up right as you heard it.
"What if the baby turns out like me?"
You stared at him for a moment, and said nothing. He took that the wrong way.
"You know what, forget it-"
"And what if it turns out like you?" You pressed gently.
Reca looked down for a couple of seconds, and ran his hand through his hair. He took a deep breath before staring in your eyes with his luminous orbs, his play button irises shimmering under the moonlight.
"What if you end up tired of having to listen to us?"
You considered his words for a moment, before gently cupping his cheek.
"So what? It simply means that I'll have two of my favourite type of people with me. What's the deal?"
When Reca stared right in your soul, he could only see earnestness and sincerity. He snickered, then chuckled, then burst out laughing as he cradled you to his chest, carefully avoiding your stomach.
By the Aeons, you'd be the death of him. Of course you wouldn't leave, if just because you like how peculiar he is.
So naturally, he has to protect and cherish you for that.
And, you know what?
He'll never let you go too, for as long as you'll have him.
Maybe God made me a painter, for people who aren't born yet.
(Hurt/Comfort, unspecified about what happened for the Hurt part, angst to comfort, soft and probably ooc ? Reca who is crazy but dead serious when something bothers his beloved (because people need to take those who need comfort seriously), have a 🍪 if you got the reference in the title)
Today had been a long day. It had been so long, and filled with unfortunate circumstances that you simply couldn't deal with it anymore.
When you came home, you flopped right into bed, and let tears fall freely. It had started off so well, why did it become like this?!
(Maybe your friend Chaikaew was right. Maybe you are bound to get both good and bad stuff during a day to balance it out. But, then again, she had a lot of sayings that barely made any sense whatsoever anyway.)
A ring interrupted your train of thought, and you reluctantly turned to grab your phone. What greeted you was a silly picture of your dear director (your lock screen) and a message from him, asking if you were still okay with tonight's schedule.
Shoot! You had forgotten that you planned a date tonight with the guy, and you had been looking forward to it all week!
You looked at yourself, and then back at the screen. You simply didn't have the energy for this, so you reluctantly told him that you didn't feel up to it because, well, you were too tired to do anything, and clicked send.
Now, you felt even worse.
As you layed down again, another ring interrupted you. Someone was calling. You decided to pick up, if just to make your phone shut up.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other side was unmistakable.
"I'm coming over."
"Wha- Reca, you know you don't have to-"
The line on the other side clicked dead. You tried calling him again, but to no avail.
A couple of minutes later, the eccentric man appeared on your doorstep, armed with your favourite beverage and casual wear. As you opened the door, he extended his arms and invited you in for a hug. As he closed the door, he rubbed your back, his warmth and care and obvious love showing, and the dam couldn't hold itself and broke. You sobbed in his arms as he gently shushed you, tracing circles on your back and kissing away your tears.
As you calmed down from crying and hiccuped, you looked at him.
"Do you want to talk about it?'' he asked gently.
You shook your head, ready to leave this day behind. He guided you on the couch and choose one of the many movies in his collection (that he allowed you to borrow). He selected one of your favourite comedies and inserted it in the player, before returning by your side and embracing you, encouraging you to cuddle him.
As you laid your head on his chest, you could hear his gentle heartbeat as the film started. His soft breaths and attentive rubs comforted you after this horrible, horrible day. For once, maybe everything will be fine as long as he was here.
(Yeah, maybe your data obsessed friend was right, after the storm there is always calm to be seen)
Self Portraits by Joseph Ducreux
(Alternatively, museum date with Mr Reca to compensate for the angst these recent days, also I consider the term 'pretty' to be gender neutral, because a non fem aligned person can also be pretty! Reader also implied to be shorter than Mr Reca, but unspecified how much shorter, go check those self portraits out, i dare you (they're so funny))
Capturing an image was a lot like painting, people said. They needed the same skill and the same sensibility to obtain the same result.
A painting illustrated the artist's vision, but a photograph also did that.
At least, that was what you were told, and you somewhat wholeheartedly believed that.
Your dear director, though, did so a little less. But, then again, he always placed his art above the rest, and you had learned to live with it.
Belobog had recently opened a museum, and as the curious art enjoyer that you were, you couldn't resist wanting to go check it out.
(You admittedly had to guilt trip Reca into going with you. The man had his ways of getting out of situations, but he couldn't resist your pleas and puppy eyes.)
As you happily skipped around to see all the exhibits, Reca dragged himself behind you. The man could understand your enthusiasm, but he did have a movie to film and the Dream Bubble technology to learn about.
When you turned towards him as you pointed to a painting of Belobog, though, your smile made him reconsider. You looked radiant under the warm lights and your smile accentuated by the dull scenery of the museum.
As you excitedly explained what you liked about the painting and theorising about the meanings behind the way it was presented and techniques employed to create it, Mr Reca couldn't help but take a quick picture of you on his phone.
You tried to take his phone away from him to delete the picture out of embarrassment, but he was too tall to do so. He even laughed at your misery, the ass!
(When he later went home after being thanked for being so patient on the date, he took out his phone and replaced his home screen wallpaper with that new picture. Your excitement clearly retransmitted within it, and he couldn't help but smile and stare at it for hours. You really were pretty, prettier than that silly painting of yours.
If the world couldn't see your beauty, then he'll make sure that they do, no matter how much time he needs to spend on it to make them understand)
Oh captain, my captain! (You will be missed)
(CW: death (heavily implied to be reader), heavy angst, I'm so sorry but so not sorry at the same time, I'm rolling along with the 'Mr Reca is a cremator' theory, also guess who saw that one YouTube short of Jimmy Fallon's tribute to Robin Williams, remembered that they watched Dead Poets Society a couple of months ago, and got sad, do you really want a 🍪 if you got the reference right this time...?)
He knew it had to happen at some point, he just didn't know that it had to be now.
Mr Reca always prided himself on his composure and genius mind. Even if he was crazy, he could direct perfectly well, and all movies whom he deemed worthy to be associated to were masterpieces to be remembered.
You were the greatest he had seen in a while. The way you glided effortlessly on set and the voice coming out of your lips was worthy of worship.
And worship you he did.
The only instances you were on screen were when he was the director. The way you looked at him made his heart beat like crazy. He couldn't get enough, and the role that you landed as an eccentric teacher in a slice-of-life drama about souls of poets in a school nearly made him tear up at your honest performance.
The way you went about, showing all the children in school and all the children in potentially the universe itself the meaning of that one saying, Carpe Diem, was honest and heartwarming.
'Oh captain, my captain!' you started as you stood up on the table, ensnaring the director into your performance. He reaches out and-
The memory slips though his hands, a fragment of the past long gone.
The reel clicks, and the screen goes blank. The memory ended, but Mr Reca can't seem to pull himself off his chair, instead preferring to stare dumbly at the screen, his hand still held out. It takes him a while to realise where he is, and what he was doing.
Your disappearance had come as a surprise. The up and coming star had faded away before it could shine at its full potential. He still couldn't believe that you, who showed so much potential, just left him like that. Did you not care for him? Did your relationship with him mean nothing?! Whywhywhywhydidn'tyousayyoulovedme-
Simply put, you were gone.
And you'll never come back again.
(Oh, captain, my captain.)
(Seize the day. Look at things from a different perspective. Learn to live.)
(If anyone saw his red eyes as he got out of the projection room, no one commented on it.)
Ophelia by Heyser
Late afternoons/evenings with Mr Reca where you two sit down on the couch and watch a movie.
Or more like, you trying to watch a movie while he points out all the flaws in it (or praises it if it's one of his works to flatter his ego, the little shit)
Then, one day, you manage to get an obscure, one of a kind, old series that is set in an ancient period in a blue planet that will not be named for legal reasons.
The story is kind of predictable, or so your lovely director points out. It's some kind of long, 45 minutes to one hour long episodes with a noble vibe that you can't quite shake off. The decors are beautiful, the clothing looks fancy, the plot has a good balance of plot and romance, and the characters are just dreamy, especially the male ones.
You quickly discover after talking to your data obsessed friend that it is a 'regency' style work of art, and you quickly search to get more of it on the net. You dreamed of being in there, with the characters and the landscape, living out an innocent historical fantasy in such a romantic place.
Meanwhile, the gears in the director's head are turning.
If you managed to get into such a setting, for real this time, you would probably swoon all over him like you do with the characters on-screen, right?
So, (after a lot of teasing from your friend, who did help him out of what seems to be pity) after a while, he manages to get a set just like the one on television.
He's practically vibrating with excitement at how this is going to turn out and his imagination is running wild. You will surely love this. As the last preparations are made, he sends you a quick text to meet him at his location.
(the data collector that is your friend is snickering slightly behind her hand. He really is jealous of a mere show, it's so pathetic of him, how cute!)
(when you discover this, you do admittedly end up giving him kisses and swoon all over him. He did work hard for your little daydream to happen, after all.
Mr Reca ends up being very happy and even more excited to start his own movie of this kind with the both of you as the main actors. As glad as you are that there is a new project that interests him, you might have to calm him down a little before he starts harassing your history nerd of a friend (who actually needs to work and not procrastinate for her own sake) to get more info on that period.)
This is a Thank you so much!!!!! from the bottom of my heart to everyone who gazed upon my silly blog and decided to like and reblog my stuff and follow me!
Really, thank you!
(I'm sobbing in the background)
omg i immediately followed afterreading about ใจแก้ว shes so silly i lpve u 🫶🫶
haha thank you so much!
In case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night.
(cw: mention of reader death, all in all general angst, presence of oc should you squint, talking about oc, do you guys want a full written character sheet about my two hsr ocs?? Also, did you get the reference? If you did, have a 🍪)
if the theory that Mr Reca is a cremator in the MemoKeepers is true, then he'd surely burn all the 'uninteresting' memories and only keep the 'good parts' for his works.
Except those including you. Especially those including you.
For some reason, especially if you have left him in any kind of way, he can't seem to even want to touch them, prefering to gaze solemnly at those fragments of your life. It's such a drastic change that his Assistant Director and everyone else around him cannot help but notice.
He can't touch them. It sickens him to his core to even think about it, as if he would have committed something unforgivable if he did.
So he doesn't. Instead, he puts those memories on repeat only for his eyes to see.
(He misses you. More than what anyone could imagine. Even that strange friend of yours, as much as he enjoys the company, cannot seem to tear him from them.
He sees the glimpse of an empathetic gaze, but doesn't comment on it nor budges. That girl probably considers this as part of her data to collect. (She doesn't, and he knows, but he can't get over the fact that you had to leave)
He really hates the fact that you had a mortal body that had to decay.)
omgg i love your oc what's her name :0
Hi!
(So warning, This is me going to yap incessantly about my babies and making up my own lore, probably not canon too)
Her name is Chaikaew (ใจแก้ว in thai, basically the literal meaning is Emotions/Heart (ใจ) and Glass (แก้ว))
She works as a data collector in the Universe for an Administration District who does its best to regulate the universe while letting the planets regulate themselves (but still intervening should there be an interplanetary war or something along those lines)
Simply put, she's a nerd. You press all the right buttons and you can't get her to shut up. She goes on and on and on about data and history and stuff that you probably never heard of. She just knows everything about anything and anyone, it's insane.
An important thing to note is that she is eternal, as all those who work in the district are (the only thing that can kill them is execution by trial and a guilty verdict).
So she has been around for quite a while already, giving her the opportunity to do a show six hundred years ago (it's the history equivalent of Bill Nye the Science Guy and its memed legacy) that she forgot about (she is academic smart, not people smart, so she also might seem like a massive nerd that is kind of stupid too).
She just has work to do, and can get so distracted by it (she loves her job, okay?) that she can slam into a pole no problem.
All in all, she's just a yapping nerdy data collector that I love.
(FYI this is just the surface lore. There's a high probability that I could go on forever if I continue, and the lore is totally not canon (but then again who cares), so if you want more, don't hesitate to ask!)