you can call me selene. i use she/her pronouns and i’m 19!
i think i may just write headcanons because i’m a hopeless romantic ꒰ •͈́ ̫ •͈̀ ꒱ˉ̞̭ also, i’ll blog about my genshin progress! i am currently ar 57 :o
Sango! Its been a while now how are you doing? Also childe and hu tao's banner is coming! 👀 hopefully you will get hu tao! And have you seen itto and gorou? Djeidheie both of the are so handsome
oh my gosh i’ve been violently MIA! i probably should’ve said something, just haven’t had much time and motivation to write. hello melkxsh, good to hear from you again! i should probably take this opportunity to provide a genshin update, but first, your questions:
1. just my luck that raiden, kokomi, childe, and hu tao are all back to back 😣 i’m going to try and roll for both childe and hu tao… wish me (and if worst comes to worst, my wallet) luck
2. yes i saw the gorou and itto art! i’m not gonna roll for itto :( i love his character and all but i’m not big on claymores :( would gladly attend all his bug fights though! i would trust him to hold my drink at a party. that is, if i ever went to one.
other updates:
1. i got kokomi! had to break my f2p status but she makes me so happy so i figure it’s worth it! i’m just lucky i won the 50/50… i wouldn’t have wanted to pay much more than i did 😓
2. i’m ar 56 now! :0
3. have most materials for childe, should i get him. wish me a very Have Childe and Hu Tao… this patch is gonna hurt
🐚 ┆ in which you and thoma finally get to visit the hot springs he’s been longing for.
cw┆suggestive content, so minors dni! not explicit, but still mature. just… very steamy (no pun intended) gender neutral reader.
happy 500, here’s some borderline filth ;)
“Remind me… was it to the left of the sakura tree on the hill or the right?” you ask, positioning the plane of your hand along your browbone to ward off the rays of the setting sun.
Thoma catches up behind you, and you can’t help but notice the sheen of sweat along his forehead from the hike. “To the right,” he confirms with a breathless huff.
🐚 ┆ in which you and thoma finally get to visit the hot springs he’s been longing for.
cw┆suggestive content, so minors dni! not explicit, but still mature. just… very steamy (no pun intended) gender neutral reader.
happy 500, here’s some borderline filth ;)
“Remind me… was it to the left of the sakura tree on the hill or the right?” you ask, positioning the plane of your hand along your browbone to ward off the rays of the setting sun.
Thoma catches up behind you, and you can’t help but notice the sheen of sweat along his forehead from the hike. “To the right,” he confirms with a breathless huff.
“Thanks,” you say, “As excited as I am to visit these hot springs, you could’ve stood to mention that they were in the middle of nowhere. I feel like I’ve been walking for years.”
The young man barks out a chuckle. “The good hot springs aren’t gonna be in the middle of Inazuma City, y’know,” he replies, resuming the trek, “It’s the ones that are situated just above volcanic openings deep in the earth that are the best.”
“Blah,” you pretend-gag, “I was expecting a nice sunset hot springs session with my boyfriend, not a marathon hike and a science lesson.”
This once again earns a laugh from Thoma. “Yikes, okay!” he surrenders, “If you must know, I usually come here after training to ease muscle tension, so it does indeed exist and it is indeed the real deal.”
You have to snap yourself out of the heat rising to your cheeks at that revelation. Thoma shedding his clothes and wading into a steaming pool, tilting his head back so the skin of his neck accentuates his adam’s apple, a deep sigh of pleasure escaping his lips as the water eases his tension… Your mind can’t help but swim with these perverted thoughts.
What else could he be getting up to while immersed in steaming water where there isn’t a trace of civilization for miles…?
No, no, snap out of it. You haven’t so much as kissed him and now you’re dreaming up filthy fantasies that would no doubt send him packing if he could read your mind. In this moment, you thank the archons that Thoma is hiking behind you, because if he could see the embarrassed expression across your face, you’d never hear the end of it.
It’s not that Thoma was particularly prudish. In fact, Ayato and Ayaka’s constant well-meaning teasings of when he’s going to make a move would suggest otherwise. Of course, the sinking feeling that his past partners were further along at this point in time than you would come back to haunt you every now and then. Perhaps you can blame the stress of the Vision Hunt Decree for the slow start of your partnership.
Beginning a relationship during Thoma’s hiding wasn’t all that easy, either. It began with a couple of jokes and smiles as you, a server at the Komore Teahouse and closeted critic of the Shogun, would bring the fugitive leftover tea and cakes. Soon after, he’d grasp your hand before you left and ask you to keep him company for a bit. You understood well enough the immense stress and loneliness he was under. Usually, you babbling about a crabby customer or a mishap with Taroumarou over a steaming cup of jasmine tea would be enough for Thoma to fall asleep on your shoulder with a faint smile pulling at his lips. He just wanted company, you figured, and you were more than willing to do that for him.
In return, Thoma would tell you stories during the slower hours of business and late at night when you were packing shipments. He was from Mondstadt, he revealed quite early. It’s not that this was all that much of a shock. He certainly looked different than his usual companions and his happy-go-lucky attitude rivaled only that of a Mondstadtian bard drunk on dandelion wine, song, and company. Despite your goading him towards a more in-depth backstory, the young man only gave you a smile and promised that if you kept coming back, one day you’d get your answer.
He mentioned that he was notably fond of the Inazuma landscape. Mentioned, actually, doesn’t quite cut it. He sighed his praises of the falling sakura petals in the springtime, the rush of the water tumbling down the cragged peaks of Watatsumi... But most of all, he playfully whined about some particular hot spring somewhere in the hills of Mount Yougou. Thoma swore up and down that this pool was the product of paradise, and that one day, if - no, when - he gets out, he’d take you there.
Now, just a matter of days after his liberation, you find yourself standing at his side overlooking a softly bubbling spring with cherry blossom petals laying idle atop the surface.
“Worth the work, huh?” Thoma asks, placing his hands on his hips.
You blink, taken aback by the view. “Your stories of this spot certainly match the actual thing.”
The young man laces his hand, calloused and chiseled from his years of work and training, into your own, giving a squeeze.
“What are you waiting for?” he prompts, shooting you a smile of what is no doubt glee, “There’s enough space for two.”
With that, he nonchalantly begins to discard his clothes, shrugging off his jacket and curling his fingers under the hem of his tight shirt. He glances over at you, noticing you’ve gone still.
“Is... something the matter?”
Of course, something’s the matter, you think, your blood rushing to your head and drumming against the confines of your skull, I didn’t quite expect you to begin stripping as if it’s second nature.
“I just...” you find yourself at a loss for words, “Just waiting a sec.”
Thoma is no idiot, that’s for certain. The now half-naked man in front of you cocks an eyebrow and folds his unused clothes with the utmost care. “[Y/N], I’ve never seen you flustered,” he teases, watching you go tense, “What, did you expect me to bathe fully clothed?”
That there is the icing on the cake for your embarrassment. You quickly recoil and your mouth opens to interject. Your words are cut off by his familiar hearty chuckle.
“[Y/N]!” he play-scolds, unbuttoning his pants, “I didn’t take you for a pervert! I assumed we’d be bathing in our undergarments. ‘Course, if you had a different idea, I encourage you to use your words.”
You shake your head, trying to steady your heart from your startled reaction. “Oh, duh,” you laugh, your fingers finding the ribbon fastening your robe, “And, ah, for the record, I wasn’t thinking anything dirty. Promise.”
Thoma shakes his head, pulling the pants from his ankles. “I wouldn’t mind if you had been.”
You shrug off your robe and place the garment in Thoma’s extended hand, who folds it and places it on the rock next to his own pieces. Now you two stand in your underwear, looking as if you were a couple uprooted from your own intimate world.
The blond is a sight to behold in his near-nude form. He’s athletic, of course you knew that much, but the way the evening sun lights his body illuminates the shadows of his toned muscles and brings a certain warm glow to the high points of his body. Your mind wanders to the thought of him practicing his fighting stances- the way his arm muscles expand and contract with each jab, how his face tightens with the motions, the ragged rise and fall of his bare chest once he’s satisfied with his work. In that moment, you could swear you were some artist in a past life, intent on studying his every form and filling pages upon pages with carefully-drawn sketches of your muse.
Thoma is the first to step into the springs, immediately sighing at the contact of the water against his skin. He quickly navigates himself to a small ledge and settles in, almost as if he’s done this a million times before. You follow suit, albeit wincing at the heat instead of rejoicing, and find a spot to sit just left of your boyfriend.
“This is what I’ve been needing,” he hums, closing his eyes and inhaling the natural steam wafting off of the bubbling pool.
You slowly begin to ease into the heat, the warm water enveloping your skin and nurturing any tension you had attained during your journey uphill. The sakura trees overhead sway gently in the cool breeze signaling the coming nightfall, the loose petals tumbling one by one into the clear waters. From your altitude, you can see the Inazuma coast far below, the waves crashing against the sugar sands and retracting, only to repeat and repeat this motion so long as the moon deems fit.
Thoma, however, is the most enchanting sight to behold.
His eyelids have fluttered shut in pleasure, bringing your attention to just how long and delicate his eyelashes are. Your gaze descends to his lips, pink, plush, and slightly parted, looking almost like a sleeping maiden from a folk tale. His posture is lax, almost similar to his state of sleep, yet his upper body rises and falls ever so slowly.
“I can feel you staring, [Y/N],” he murmurs, opening his left eye just enough to get a glimpse of you.
You shake your head. “I’m sorry to disturb you.”
“You’re not a disturbance,” he counters, sitting up with a sigh, “If anything, your presence makes this experience all the better.”
A feather of a smile crosses your lips. You bring your eyes to the view spread out for you two. “It’s beautiful, Thoma,” you say quietly, “Everything.”
He smiles to himself, his eyes trained on you as you once again look at him. “It’s truly rewarding to share something special to me with you and you appreciating it this much,” he states.
You sigh. “Thank you, Thoma.”
The young man laughs softly, and you note his chartreuse eyes haven't ceased their raking over your face and your form time and time again, almost as if trying to memorize the exact state you’re in.
“If you’d like, we could come here all the time,” he proposes, his line of sight meeting your lips, “Just you, me, and all of Inazuma at our fingertips. I could swipe some sake from the Kamisatos’ kitchen and we could get drunk and stare at the stars and exchange stories until daybreak. So long as you say the word, I’ll be there.”
“I’ve never expected you to be a poet,” you chuckle, noticing the closing gap between your bodies and the brush of his fingers against your bare thigh as they settle into place.
He drops his head and shakes it. “I didn’t either.”
The world falls silent except for the rustle of the flora and the gentle simmering of the water. You and your lover’s gaze has yet to diverge from one another.
Thoma’s fingers gently hitch themselves under the curve of your chin, raising your face to his with all the caution of a child building a house of cards.
“May I kiss you?” he whispers.
You don’t even bother to reply. You tilt your head and slot your lips against his own, feeling everything that’s been building over the last month fall into place in one swift motion.
His lips are softer than you expected. The kiss is innocent, fulfilling. You feel your hands slide over his shoulders, providing yourself some sort of leverage to draw you closer to him so that you can feel his bare skin against your own.
It doesn’t take long before his curiosity builds, prompting him to deepen the kiss with the addition of his tongue, strong yet gentle all at once, and longing sighs in the scattered moments that your lips are apart. His hands begin to wander, his left delicately placing itself along your chest and the right hand previously installed on your thigh beginning to faintly trail up to the junction between your legs, coaxing a gasp of bliss from your lips.
Your curiosity, too, quickly turns into a conquest of lust, and you find yourself deliriously moving yourself to straddle his lap, your hands planing down the muscular surface of his chest. Thoma draws his lips back from your own, the natural pink hue now turned nearly raspberry and glossed with a sheen of your saliva. His eyes, half-lidded yet with all the same liveliness you remember, peer up at you with a certain haze of lust swimming across the surface, adjusting to the sight of you mostly-naked atop his lap, drunk on his touch and caressing his bare chest with your hands.
He fixes his lips to the crook of your neck, littering tender kisses along the taut skin. You know well enough that you’ll awake to a field of plum-colored marks, but that thought is quickly set aside to fade as you bring down your pelvis to his groin, drawing forward against his clothed crotch as you dig your fingers into his hair and shudder with pleasure.
Thank Celestia this place was in the middle of nowhere.
not sure how i’ve gotten so close to 500 despite being kinda IA 😟
nevertheless i’ll be sure to do some kind of big post to commemorate the milestone. if you have any broad prompt ideas (ie how they kiss you, how they propose, etc) that i could fit a lot of characters into, my inbox is open
again sorry for the inactivity- school is demanding :(
whispers of “are you sure?” between breaths as hands trail along your body.
slow, careful worship, afraid to hurt you in your most vulnerable state. the way you react to his touch and entice him to know more is an enchanting art in and of itself.
you’ve given yourself to him, and in the time he has with his lips against yours for the first time, he’ll take the chance to savor your touch as if it’s the last time.
kaeya ✧˖*࿐
tempting, addicting. you know you’ll be hooked on the taste of his lips for the rest of your life.
the sly bastard sprung this kiss on you when you didn’t quite expect it. perhaps it was all part of a master plan of sorts- ambush you and have you turned into putty in his hands in a matter of seconds, just to revel in his own charm once all is said and done.
pulling you closer, fingers unlatching the buttons of your clothes, lips trailing down your jaw and littering dark patches, coaxing soft gasps from your lips…
you gave him one of your firsts… how many more can he seize?
childe ✧˖*࿐
gentle, yet all the passion of a firecracker burning down to the fuse.
kisses you as if it’s the only shot he’ll get. allows his calloused hands to traverse your form as if trying to prove he’s the only one who could love you as much as he does.
smiles against your lips. the whisper of a chuckle behind his breaths. the way his arms snake around your waist to lift you against him so that he can have more, more, more.
he only has so much time with you, but in what he can get, he’ll fly as close to the sun as he possibly can.
zhongli ✧˖*࿐
when his lips first meet yours, everything falls into place all at once.
his lips slot against yours as if you two were meant to meet. for ages, the red string of fate has slowly pulled you together, and finally, your souls have become one in this soft gesture.
his hands lace within your own as he deepens the kiss, chasing his desire to have his body as close to yours as possible. you swear you can feel your heart drumming against your chest, but the feel of zhongli’s own heart pounding softly against yours makes you feel as if this was all a twist of fate calculated long before you were born.
with every inch his hands traverse, with every sigh of his name you breathe, all he can think is that he wants something as both serene and world-shattering as this to last forever.
long time no talk but baal came home a few days back!!!!! trying to ascend her i just have no resin ever </3
so far 23 wishes saved for kokomi at 0 pity this is ruff :( still grinding out the primos with all the new opportunities not to mention time to gather them during comms, events, and that anniversary 10 pull hehe. manifesting kokomi wanters become kokomi havers!
if u wanna talk about the new archon quest or the new locations or your baal build or just anything my messages are open!!
sorry for not writing… i recently moved for college and i’m getting the hang of classes and a new schedule. i had something fluffy and delicious started then forgot about it so know that there is indeed stuff coming
i feel bad for not saying this sooner but i apologize for the hiatus of sorts i’ve been on! recently i’ve moved and college (irl this year!) is starting up, so i probably won’t be able to create content as much as i’ve used to.
this isn’t quitting!!!- this is me saying that the content that i do put out probably won’t be as frequent as it’s been in the summertime. hopefully you guys are okay with this >.<
(don’t see your fave here? stay tuned for an upcoming part ;))
childe ✧˖*࿐
the guy you met at a party that you couldn’t stop thinking about.
you only exchanged a few words and fits of laughs before an alcohol-induced makeout session. he was… a business major? no, no, he said he was a sports medicine major. that’s it. but, hell, who cared? he was making your head spin as his lips latched to your neck and you knew you’d be dreaming of this mystery man for the next month.
just your luck, however, it seems your history class’s new TA is this man you met that fateful night.
as soon as the bell rang, you weren’t sure whether or not to chat up the new TA. what if he didn’t recognize you? what if he did and turns out he didn’t think anything more of you than a casual fling? or what if —
“hey, [Y/N], right?” a familiar voice interrupts. you turn to see the tall redhead standing behind you.
“oh, hey!” you reply, trying to contain your visible nervousness, “yeah, that’s me… you’re… ah…” you fumble, forgetting his name. how is it that he was charming enough to sweep you off your feet yet you couldn’t recall his name?
“childe,” he finishes, smiling, “i recognized you pretty quickly and figured i’d say hi. i mean, if it’s not too awkward.”
you shake your head. “no, no, don’t worry. admittedly, i’d be a bit disappointed if you had given me the could shoulder,” you nervously laugh.
childe clearly clings onto this detail, raising his eyebrow with a hint of a shit-eating grin. “hm? and why is that?” he chuckles, and you feel your stomach turn into static, “wanted to pick up where we left off a few weeks back?”
you knew this man’s charm was going to be the death of you, but until then, how dangerous could round two be?
zhongli ✧˖*࿐
the charming student library assistant.
in order to scrape together extra spending money, zhongli helps check books in and out, move stock, etc at the school library. he has this certain aura about him that makes him seem as if he was your soulmate in a past life whenever he speaks to you.
(that didn’t make sense. at all.)
“ah, [Y/N], good to see you again,” the young man greets warmly, accepting the book you slid over to him.
“good to see you, zhongli,” you reply.
he holds the book’s barcode to the device before examining it, sporting a pensive gaze as he reads over the title and description.
“grapes of wrath?” he murmurs, “john steinbeck… his pieces are always a good read.”
“i figured i’d read it after finishing of mice and men,” you explain.
“i see,” he hums, sliding the book to you, “it’s nice to see somebody else our age who appreciates the twentieth century classics. i understand that it sounds pretentious, but i feel that the key to truly understanding the development of human culture lies within the arts.”
everything he says just sounds wise. he could tell you the weather and you’d fall at his feet.
“i’ll have to let you know what i think of it,” you promise, heat rising in your cheeks at the way his gaze hasn’t left your own, “and you seem well-read, so if you ever have a recommendation, i’ll read it.”
“that would mean a lot to me, [Y/N],” he answers, “perhaps our meetings should exceed that of our encounters at the library counter. would you like to accompany me for tea in my residence? i could lend you some of my favorite books from my personal collection at that chance.”
albedo ✧˖*࿐
the reserved yet mysteriously-enchanting artist.
albedo usually keeps to himself. all that students know about him is that he appears flawlessly intelligent and is usually seen wordlessly sketching in the grassy lawns of campus.
you never really spoke to the young blonde man you’d see in various spots around campus with a sketchbook in hand. he seemed like something out of a dark academia novel- the mysterious messy-haired man shrouded in a large coat, an in-depth knowledge of the arts, and a cigarette always pinched between his lips.
“i have to say, i’ve always wondered what you draw,” you say to him on a whim. what were you thinking? he must always be alone for a reason. when did you get so brave?
he glances up at the source of the voice, and, God, his eyes were the most dazzling azure you’d ever seen.
“just candids or landscapes,” he replies. his voice has a certain raspy lull to it that makes you a bit lovestruck, for some unknown reason. “would you like to see?”
you nod, prompting him to flip through his book, revealing pencil sketches of familiar spots on campus or rough drawings of various people. eventually, you recognize a familiar figure in a sea of sketched faces.
“is that… me?” you ask softly, careful not to sound accusatory.
“ah… hopefully you do not interpret this as the actions of a creep,” he shakes his head, “i enjoy practicing facial details by drawing a random selection of passerbys so that i get a diverse pool of looks…”
“no, no, i wasn’t worried,” you assure him, watching as he relaxes a bit, “it’s beautiful. i’m honored, really. you’re a talented artist… erm…”
“albedo,” the young man says, extending a hand to you.
“[Y/N],” you reply, taking his hand and shaking it.
“would you like to sit with me as i complete my sketch of the student hall?” he asks softly, “i usually work alone, but i find your presence refreshing. i hope you do not mind.”
xiao ✧˖*࿐
the elusive wallflower.
xiao’s goal in college is simple - attend the necessary functions to get his degree, and that’s it. he doesn’t care for social events such as parties or extracurricular activities. it’s a rare sight to see the young man outside of his dorm.
very few people knew xiao’s name. he was meticulous in his methods of keeping a low profile. you knew him, vaguely. he lived down your co-ed hall and had been known to hole up in his space to play video games, watch movies, or smoke. as far as you knew, he was happy with his life as it was. passing him as he came back from his class truly was a rare sight.
“xiao, right?” you ask him. the man only returns a half-lidded gaze and furrowed brows.
“yeah,” he replies, albeit confused as to what you need from him, “is something the matter?”
“no, sorry to worry you,” you explain, “i just recognize your name from my hall and i’d never spoken to you. i didn’t want you to perceive me as being rude.”
“oh,” xiao says, “yeah, people don’t usually make conversation with me. i don’t even believe i know my roommate’s last name.”
“oh, i’m sorry,” you reply, “i mean, i live in your hall if you ever need somebody to talk to.”
although he doesn’t show it, he seems touched by your offer.
“it’s not that i’m lonely,” he clarifies, “and i don’t mean to give you my life story. i’m content. but if you ever want to chill or have a smoke with me, just knock, i guess.”
he doesn’t give you much more time than the chance to nod before sliding his hands into his hoodie and continuing on his path. this man truly is like the school’s cryptid.
