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[tsumikou]

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[tsumikou]

asdhawhdawd trying to write more but my attention span is seriously so bad i can't finish any task

[tsumikou]

just got into the beatles, HOW DID I LIVE ALL THOSE YEARS NOT INTO THEM AND THEIR MUSIC. and every one of them are so fine..

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY RINGO HAPPY 86TEEN!!

[tsumikou]

gosh, guitarists and bassists are so hot and cute at the same time, and you can't change my mind on that.

the way he's stomping his foot to the beat of the tune as he strums the strings knowledgeably, transitioning from one chord to another. you can see the passion swirling in his orbs as he absorbs the bliss of playing his musical instrument. the sight of his fingers carefully dancing around the frets, and occasionally bending a string to create a vibrato.

the sight of how he's manipulating the strings has you throbbing on the mouth. it's the most attractive thing that your eyes have set on. and when he shoots you a boyish smile and loving look? the heat immediately creeps up to your face, and you could imagine yourself getting a nasty nosebleed that shoots out of your nostrils.

playing the guitar or the bass is hot without a doubt, but it also got it's adorable attributes. he's asking you if you want to hear the song he recently wrote, but he'd still show it no matter what your answer would be. he grabbed his instrument and sat up in front of you, and there's his cute glint in his irises.

he then plays his little song that's more or less likely about you and he goes and asks: "so, what do you think? is it good?" he says, hoping for a good answer. and you answer his question with a soft kiss on his forehead and caress his cheek. "it's wonderful, love."

and his heart starts to dance to your affection as he melts into your warm palm, while he looks at you with hearts forming in his eyes.

hinata, yamaguchi, bokuto, kuroo, tanaka, nishinoya, tendou (hq) yuji, gojo, haibara (jjk) denki, tokoyami, deku (mha) thoma, childe, albedo, gorou, flins, kaveh (gi) paul mccartney, john lennon, george harrison, ringo starr (the beatles)

[tsumikou]

omg guys i havent posted in a while cause im trying to make do with my last week of summer, IM GONNA TRY AND POST A DRABBLE SOONER OR LATER LOVE YALL

[insert-really-very-cool-name]

Varka is so undeniably charming that if he asked me to do something I'd do it without questioning it,

like his voice is so attractive, his laugh makes me want to bury my face in my pillow and giggle and I don't do that

[sara1lama]

[tsumikou]

they are so underrated guys 😭😭😭😭

[epiphanies-of-mathilda]

Varka being a raging alcoholic but still holding himself up to the standards of a knight will aways get me

Like he might drink alcohol for breakfast, lunch and dinner but he will not enter your room if you're a lady

This makes me think that varka probably has insane self control and would probably not do anything stupid while being drunk okay well more like I imagine him to try and be all respectful but fail at it because he's drunk

Imagine this, you've been drinking with him and both of you are equally out of it just giggling and laughing together and you get up for some reason and almost fall over because you're drunk and varka might be drunk but boy does he still have those reflexes and so he catches and then instantly let go blabbering about how he shouldn't touch a lady like that or whatnot yeah he's out of it completely, forgot he's courting you so yeah varka is probably stupidly adorable while being drunk

[tsumikou]

I'M JUST TRYING TO STRUM YOUR HEART STRINGS..

synopsis. varka is a talented man, when you to stumble on a musician playing a guitar that really impressed you, let's say varka had a few ideas or two

wc. 1.4k words, 7.7k chars | genre. fluff | cw/tags. guitar, music, singing, cuddles

you've got mail ✉ ! yayayay i haven't posted in a while, and i wanted something sweet rather than spicy, hope you enjoy this reader!

varka is head over heels for you with no doubt. he's a man who openly shows his display of affection in public, whether it's his hand tightly wrapped around your waist, or he's being smothering you with kisses along your face.

he LOVES, to impress you as well. when he's dueling with a knight, he's putting a little more effort into his already flawless moves, and ending by blowing you a kiss or a wink. it's cheesy, but it's charming. he would take any chance to astonish you with his skills, and perhaps some that he isn't talented in.

whilst you and varka were waltzing around the large statue of vent—i mean, barbatos. your ears caught the sound of a beautiful melody. and it came from a musician who was performing in the middle of it, surrounded by a not-so-large crowd that cheered on him. the man was playing a guitar, it immediately piqued your interest.

"varka! c'mon let's take a look!" you exclaimed, pointing at where the man was performing. varka nods at your request, "sure, why not?" he guides you with your arm hooked around his.

you two take a corner where there is enough space for you, while varka's stature sticks out like a sore thumb among the group. the musician skillfully played the instrument, his fingers striking the strings diligently, as he switched chords effortlessly. the music that came out of his guitar struck you, you could listen to it over and over again.

your bobbed your head to the beat of it, and tapped your feet as well. varka was no stranger to small details; he noticed how you enjoyed the song. he intently watched how you reacted. varka stared at you, then at the man, then at you, then back at the man. this repeated until a lightbulb popped above his head. a smug smirk tugged at his lips as he untangled the intertwining of your arms to place his around your waist, then leaned in close, his eye still fixed on the man.

"so, you.. like this, ah, music thing." he mentions. "always, it always brings me to a sense of comfort or relaxation, you know?" you say with sparkling eyes, while leaning closer to his bicep.

"right.. right." he nodded slowly, feeling a wave of ideas flow through his head. a creepy yet boyish smile making it's way to his face.

you then watched in silence, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere while the wind carried the notes played off the guitar.

the very next day, varka makes a purchase with no slight hesitation. a simple acoustic guitar, made of fine wood with a glossy finish. though, the size was quite small, even though it's in a regular size. he can't help if his stature is a whole mountain of muscle.

"grandmaster, do you think this size is fine? you could get a custom guitar, one that will fit you." the woman asked, holding up the guitar above the bag that came with it, waiting for him if he changed his mind.

varka, who was daydreaming himself serenading you with the instrument, with a giddy grin on his face. "what? ohh, yeah, yeah, it's fine." he says, paying no mind to the guitar as he pulls out his wallet. the seller nods, unsure about what he's about to buy, but she still proceeds to put it in.

he wastes no time getting his ass back to your shared home, his heart thumping out of his chest with each step closer. varka even carefully calculated when you're out of the house to hide his little surprise.

varka sat on a part of your bed and began tuning the guitar. since it was his first time, it came across as half-assed; he was rushing to learn the song the musician played.

his calloused palm wrapped around the neck, and the first problem occurred, the sheer size of his palm making it awkward for him, but nevertheless, he pursued. varka followed the chords printed on a small music sheet he grabbed in his short run from the store.

after a few minutes of practice, fuck he still sounds like shit. no matter how much pressure he put on the strings or how he put them in the correct spots (he didn't do them correctly), he just didn't sound right. he guesses that he couldn't just ease his way to mastering it with just his raw strength, it actually required continuous practice.

he groans in frustration, the veins in his temples appearing. "this damn guitar can't i jus—" he gets cut off his ramble of complaints as he sees the grandfather clock ticking at a specific angle he feared. you're minutes away from getting back and he barely learned the song.

shit. shit. shit. he curses under his breath as he grips the neck of the guitar tighter. varka then the rest of the chords messily, not paying attention to how.. it sounded.

a few speedy runs later, he could hear the front door creak open, followed by your steps that made their way to where he was. a shaky exhale leaves his throat, as he goes for one last mental rundown of the notes.

your hand floated above the doorknob. you contemplated how strange varka was acting today. waking up at the creak of dawn and for what? it definetly wasn't for his grandmaster duties nor for any important expedition. it's very unlikely of him to do such a thing.

you shake your head full of thoughts and turn the knob.

a quiet melody plays, its rhythmic pattern going delicately slow. when you finally push open the door fully, a husky voice sang along with the music.

" for just chance, to win your heart. "" you could set the bar, beyond the stars. " " i'll do anything, anything you ask me to. " your beloved grandmaster sang in a lower octave yet was still on note with the song, yet the instrument sounded.. yea. the birds that nested on a branch near your window tweeted aggressively as they flapped their little wings. your eye twitched when he plucked another string way too off-key.

" say you want the moon, watch me learn to fly. " " ain't no mountain you could point to, i wouldn't climb! " another few chords sounds wrong again, despite pressing in the right places. " there's nothing i won't do, i'd risk it all to you. "

he strums one last time, sounding terribly, and shoots you a boyish grin. "so? who i'd do?" he asks you with the most innocent eyes that hold you back from telling the truth.

"ah, well you know!" you exclaim, trying to sound enthusiastic while you plop yourself beside him. "i think it's uh, unique! yes! unique, um, sounding?" you say as you give a weak strum on the strings.

"the way you play it sou—" , "yea, no, it's absolute garbage." varka says, emphasizing the last words whilst his body droops in a sad manner, but he retains his smile.

you patted his broad back, letting out a sigh of relief now you didn't need to sugarcoat your words. you chuckle. "yea it does suck, but i appreciate your effort." you reassure him and leaned into his cheek to give him a peck, feeling his short facial hair on your lips.

"but you know.." you trailed off your words as you twirled your finger on a strand of his hair. "you sing pretty well for an old man like you." varka's head instantly perks up, his eyelashes fluttering when he looked at you with disbelief.

his brows furrow in realisation. "hold on, i'm not that old–wait, really?"

you give him a nod. the man then sets the guitar aside, pulls you to him, and you both fall onto the bed's fluffiness. he positions himself so that his lips face your ear. "maybe i should sing more hm?" he purrs into your ear, his warm breath tickling you.

"you're tickling me, varka. andd i wouldn't mind that at all." you state as you blocked his breath from going into your ear canal. "ya' don't mind it at all, right yeah?"

because of that, he doesn't hold back at all. he cuddled you, spooning your whole body, and continued singing the remaining part of the song. the rasp of his voice rumbling in his throat, you could feel the deep vibrations in his chest.

he may not be talented when it comes to instrument type of skills, but his singing makes up for it! ♪ (´▽｀)

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[tsumikou]

hey hey hey, i'm kinda back, currently working on another varka x reader that has been rotting in my drafts lately. nothing smutty, just a very fluffy fic i've had my mind on for a while!!!

[tsumikou]

hi everyone! um, i've been lacking a bit with posts and stuff.. i've been focusing more on digital art or just art in general, and other hobbies and such. i am trying to make my last month and a half of vacation to the fullest, i won't be quiting anytime soon though!

[anari3l]

Varka x Reader | Words: 663 | Summary: Varka confesses his love to you | Based on one of Varka's voicelines when opening treasure chests.

“If you want it, it’s yours. It’s always been yours.”

Your heart skipped a beat as his words registered. This wasn’t a joking, half drunk confession. This was Varka, staring at you with his big blue eyes, confessing to you, in a corner of Angel’s Share. 

You practically choked on your wine. You frantically wiped at your mouth after a bit of spluttering. Varka only continued to hold your gaze, his brows raised at your reaction. 

“Var -- Varka,” you dropped your voice to a whisper, leaning forward. He matched your movement, ducking his head towards yours as his smile grew. “What are you saying?”

“My heart,” he whispered, almost conspiratorily. Your heads were so close together you could smell the ale on his breath, and the musk of his sweat from the day’s training sessions with the knights. “If you want it, it’s yours,” he repeated, nodding as he sat back up and took a long swig of his drink.

Confessing his love? You gaped at the man you had known for years. The man you had jokingly flirted back and forth with since you were teenagers. The man who had disappeared on an expedition for five years and had just returned to Mondstadt. 

“I … I … Varka,” you stuttered, shaking your head. You were too drunk for this. Too drunk to be confessing long held feelings for each other over drinks. You steeled yourself, still unbelieving. “Varka, you’re drunk.”

He laughed, heartily, his gaze not leaving yours. “I don’t have to be drunk to know how much I love you.” He held your gaze, setting aside his drink and turning to you fully. He squared his shoulders, dropped the cocky grin you knew all too well, and leaned forward, elbows on the table and hands clasped in front of him. 

You had short circuited. Your thoughts were flying a mile a minute. It felt as if the air in the room had been sucked out through the open window. 

He reached over and placed a hand over yours on the table, gently saying your name. “You don’t -” he started, swallowing thickly as his sure gaze faltered for a moment. “You don’t have to say it back.”

You shook your head and scoffed, wanting to slap him across his handsome cheek. “You don’t know how long I have wanted to hear those words from your mouth,” you started, leaning forward. 

Varka straightened a bit, his smile growing as you pushed onto your elbows on the table. “Oh?”

“Do you know how hard it was watching you leave for that expedition, knowing you would probably die out there? Knowing I’d most likely never see you again?” Your voice was rising, but still hushed enough that the patrons across the bar didn’t hear. “I’ve loved you for years, and … and …”

His smile was wide as he stared at you. The blush had crept into your cheeks, darkening your complexion. Tears threatened to spill over your lashes, although the smile you wore was growing. 

You tossed your hands up, slumping back in your seat and looking around the room. “You’re an idiot, Varka. And I love you so much.”

His chuckle filled the space between you, his smile widening. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He stood, and held a hand out to you. “Let me walk you home?”

You stood, and briefly shot a glance over his shoulder at the other patrons. You grabbed the front of his coat and pulled him down. For years you had wondered what kissing him would be like. He hesitated briefly, but relaxed into the chaste kiss, hands finding your waist. 

Pulling back, you looked up at his flushed face. You nodded, composing yourself as you took a half step back. “Let’s get out of here,” you repeated his words, brushing your sweaty palms on your skirts. 

He chuckled, thumb running along his lower lip as he turned to follow you out of the bar.

[tsumikou]

honestly, i'm not one to speak about issues within a fandom. i really loved tadc, i thought it was a unique indie animation that has brilliant writing. jax being one of the two main characters was fine to me, i thought it was just a creator's choice, only to know it was a result of misogyny.

and with the lack of attention to the backgrounds of certain characters, or should i say most of the cast. ragatha, gangle, zooble, and others whose characters' backstories have been thrown off the roof. again, i thought it was another creator's choice of writing and it will be explained in some future episode.

i'm extremely mournful about what has happened to show. the potential stories it could have only to be ruined by the creator itself :(

[tsumikou]

OMG thank yew so mach everyone who helped me reach this goal!! i've been through three accounts, this being my third one. in those two accounts, all i did was to write for the likes and followers and such. but this account differs, i started to write as a passion project out of boredom and i never expected anything to it. and it was totally worth it 😭😭😭

THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYSSS

[tsumikou]

holy freak i did 2 posts, IN A DAY, RAHHHHHHHHH

[tsumikou]

lohen is the type of man who would have no mercy over your climaxes.

no he doesn't care. it's been four hours since you had your last orgasm, no, he doesn't care that you're on the brink of breaking. he will just restrain you from anything that would help you release. his fingers could be caressing your insides, but he'll pull it instantly once he feels you slightly clench on his fingers.

you're on your knees, pleading to him, begging to help you orgasm. but he doesn't answer to your plea, and he just sadistically laughs at you. and then he'll just put you in another painful three hours of edging to your peak. he loves to laugh when beads of tears prick the corner of your eyes.

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[tsumikou]

REALISTIC VARKA HEADCANNONS BECAUSE GENSHIN IS SCARED OF REALISM

synopsis. varka headcannons, all of 'em are physical ones.

wc. 328 words, 1.7k chars | genre. fluff | cw/tags. scars, burnt hair, facial hair

you've got mail ✉ ! i hate how genshin is so scared of putting the littlest thing like facial hair or tanned skin and not just a slightly darkened skin tone.

✦ varka is tan. there's no way he's paper white like his model; he's probably/literally spending hours on expeditions that expose his skin to the sun. his skin darkens every time he comes from a mission.

✦ varka at least somewhat has a beard or stubble below his chin. he's met crepus before; it just means he's a middle-aged man. a badly shaved beard would definitely make sense. being out in the wilderness means there may be a lack of hygiene tools, and he uses his heavy claymore to unevenly shave his chin and jaw.

✦ varka has multiple scars on his body. i firmly believe he has more than the few visible on his model. his scars are darker than his skin tone, varying in shape and size, and more often than not, they overlap each other. each wound entails a story of his blazing wins, or unwanted defeats, but each of them represents his bravery.

✦ varka has pointy canines, or a snaggle tooth. something about it fits him, especially it is a wolf-like feature. every time he flashes a smile, his tooth is an outstanding feature that is easily noticed. to him, it looks cool, that it makes him intimidating, but really it makes him such a cutie.

✦ varka having a prosthetic limb or maybe similar to jinx's from arcane, a finger. he's definitely had some incident where he had to get a part of his body removed. it would show how selfless he is to protect his people.

✦ varka has some parts of his hair burnt. and it's all because of a hilichurl who threw a pyro slime at him, he dodges it effortlessly, but some strands of his hair get caught by the burning slime. it's not easily noticeable but to the people who did worried a bit too much about his precious strands being ruined. but to varka it was nothing, he treated it like the scars in his body.

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