Hopefully work is treating you well and you've gotten plenty of time for yourself.
I decided to share a little smth, mostly because it's my first time doing this and I legit have almost no one to talk to about anything, lol.
But I decided to try to make a Scaramouche crochet doll!
This is how it's going so far. (My fingers are dead.)
It's way harder than expected (then again everything is always harder than we think), but I'm pretty happy with it for now even if there's room for future improvement.
Anyways, wish you lots of luck and love boo <333
Take care of yourself and stay hydrated.
unfortunately i've been busy with work and packing up for my flight next week, but i am keeping up with the hydrating and eating well! :3
AWWWW HE'S ADORABLE!!!!! i'm super clumsy with my hands so i could never dream of creating something like that hslkdfjklsd looks so good so far!! good luck with it!! take care and stay safe <3
Just finished the dance. My feet are going to kill me in my sleep and all the noise and stuffiness from the boatload of ppl is very overwhelming and overstimulating rn :'>
Imma text my mom to see if I can go early, if not, I'm screwed.
I'm glad your day is going well! All wishes of love and luck from me <3
writers & artists moots, pls reply or rb if you're currently open for writing or drawing selfship-based fic / art commission!! <3
i can't promise i'll definitely commission you (bc yk budget, preferences, etc! ty for your understanding <3) but to give you a context - tis my bday soon and i've set some funds aside, so i would like to spoil myself ✨
ps. if you wanna recommend someone you can do so too!
You ain't feeling bad, I don't allow it. It's your birthday, you deserve to get spoiled at 0 expense. If you want to, you've got my discord and my ears are open
writers & artists moots, pls reply or rb if you're currently open for writing or drawing selfship-based fic / art commission!! <3
i can't promise i'll definitely commission you (bc yk budget, preferences, etc! ty for your understanding <3) but to give you a context - tis my bday soon and i've set some funds aside, so i would like to spoil myself ✨
ps. if you wanna recommend someone you can do so too!
Aha, I'm not sure if you wanna know what the text was about... But safe to say he proved he's far better with his tongue than originally assumed ;)
Also, I swear I wasn't sure whether I was dreaming or not while I was seeing the screen. It looked straight out of a fever dream, but it was all worth it.
You know, I just noticed smth. You like the two tall daddies of Liyue and Sumeru and I'm over here with the polar opposites, a.k.a the short, emo, twinks of the same regions. Funny how that works
◇ tags ◇ angst, hurt no comfort, major character death (you), possibly ooc xiao(?) (i kinda broke him a little-)
◇ a/n ◇ hmm? what, you thought i was gonna write a resolution for part 1 on part 2? lol-
no.
:)
𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
your blood was everywhere.
on the ground, on your clothes, on your face. he’s kneeling by your side, vision hazy and blurred from tears. a broken body, a broken former deity, a broken world. and it always ends when he crumples onto you with a hoarse call of your name-
“zhongli!”
his amber eyes open tiredly, and he blinks until your face is clearly within sight. as if he’s in a daze, he lifts a hand that’s faintly pulsing with geo energy to caress your cheek, silently appreciating the warmth of your body heat and the blood pumping through your veins.
“it’s okay,” you hum as you lean onto his touch. he’s confided in you about what always happened in the nightmares, and so you know the words to soothe him, “it’s not real. see, i’m fine.”
“yes, i can see that you are. thank you for the reassurance, my dear,” he agrees with a relieved sigh, and you lean down to place a kiss on his sweaty forehead.
“are you sure there’s nothing i can help with? your nightmares… you’ve been having them every night now, and i... i worry about you.”
there is nothing that can stop the erosion of a deity's soul, is what he wishes to tell you, but he decides to flash you a comforting smile instead. he pulls you into an embrace and runs his fingers through your hair as he tells you for the hundredth time that he’ll be fine. as he tries to convince himself that he still has time.
just one more day.
just one more cup of tea with you.
just one more hug so he remembers the shape of your body.
just one more kiss from your pretty lips. just one more. just one more-
he should have known being greedy was never a good thing. not to mortals. not to adepti. not to an archonー
your blood was everywhere.
on the ground, on your clothes, on your face. he’s kneeling by your side, vision hazy and blurred. his head feels heavy; the erosion is messing up his memory and his perception. a broken body, a broken former deity, his broken world. but before he crumples onto you, something stops him.
his hands.
they’re drenched with your blood too.
....
...... ah.
as the entirety of liyue qixing prepares to subdue their corrupted god, only a certain half-qilin hybrid winces at the fearsome roar of the dragon;
for it was anything but a shout of fury, but rather, a scream of pain.
those nightmares were real after all. he had only missed the fact that it was his hand that was drenched in your blood.
snezhnaya’s weather is horrendous, and even more so in recent days.
which is a shame, considering it was your first time visiting ajax’s hometown: a small village amongst the forests where it snows all year round. though you made the necessary preparations, you still couldn't win against the harsh weather and preferred the fireplace over the outside world - hence ajax letting you entertain his siblings indoors as he periodically goes out to hunt or run some errands. today, too, is such a day.
teucer, who liked you as soon as you introduced yourself, is latched to your hip, grinning brightly as he suggests a game of hide-and-seek. pulled in by the stars in his eyes, you promptly nod and close your eyes so he can get to hide.
…………. that was thirty minutes ago.
you are (understandably and undeniably) panicking at this point. ajax’s house is no mansion; it's a humble cottage that withstood the cold and it's just the right size for his whole family. you had searched every nook and cranny of the cozy space, but you hadn't seen any glimpse of the boy.
wait… if not inside…..
your eyes flit toward the window.
outside….
in this snowstorm?
teucer is a native of this land. he is naturally much more tolerant than you are when it comes to colder temperatures, but having to stay out there for thirty whole minutes….?
oh. oh no. oh no.
you barge through the front door hurriedly, calling out teucer’s name into the blizzard, heart hammering in your chest.
an hour later, ajax’s heart dropped when he's greeted by a crying teucer and his clearly worried family. upon knowing the situation (of course you didn’t know about the secret bunker he built for his family to hide in case the worst scenario happened), the cold fear creeps up his chest from within, and he set out to find you. he doesn’t even have the mind to protest when his younger brother insisted that he too would tag along, because he wanted to apologize firsthand for worrying you.
and when he finally finds you, his world shatters before him.
“i’m sorry! brother, i-i’m sorry!”
teucer is tugging at his coat and he instinctively crouches to wrap the small trembling boy into his arms. but no words of encouragement coulc leave his lips, for what could he have said in this situation?
‘don’t worry about it’? but his sanity feels like it's decreasing rapidly.
‘you didn’t do anything wrong?’ but a small, horrible, horrible part of his brain yelled otherwise.
‘it’s okay’? but it’s not. it’s not. it will never be, now.
it feels like his entire body is covered with frostbite. he wants to claw out his heart so badly. it hurts so much worse than getting stabbed in the chest or electrified when his hydro vision has to face against an electro-wielder. how can it hurt more when he’s not even physically bleeding out? how can a simple box containing a simple ring weigh so heavily on his coat pocket? why do you look so serene as you lay there, lifeless and as white as the first snow falling in the early morning?
why did things have to turn out like this?
all living beings make mistakes.
xiao made the mistake of pushing you away with harsh, biting words when you opened your heart to him the first time. he made the mistake of not paying enough attention to you at the start of your relationship. he made the mistake of not celebrating your birthday with you the first time it rolled around after you got into a relationship. social interactions and love aren’t his best subjects, so he could go on for hours if he wished to list every single fault he made.
but…
every single time, you tried your best to communicate with him.
every single time, you forgive and forget.
every single time, you smile, cup his cheeks, and whisper patiently: “it’s okay. i forgive you. don’t make the same mistake again, okay? love you.”
…….
what use is his teleportation power when he can’t use it to get to you in time?
you, the light of his life, the love of his entire heart, the drive behind his monotonous routine.
him hearing the way your heartbeat slows, like a hunted animal in their last moments, struggling to survive, to no avail.
him not understanding why you're smiling even in your last moments, not understanding why you would whisper the declaration of love in your dying breath, not understanding the bittersweet tears slipping down your slowly closing eyes as your final words somehow entered through the loud ringing in his ears.
‘it’s okay.’
‘i forgive you.’
‘i love you.’
‘live.’
i can't.
his qingxin, lifeless and broken, cradled close to his chest.
tears stream down your beloved's cheeks as he feels the last remnants of his heavily cracked heart shattering into pieces, flashes of his life playing right at the back of his mind. he's not the one who was bleeding out yet he feels pain greater than the most severe wound and the darkest karmic debts. for once, the sight of blood - your blood - makes him want to vomit and retch and claw his eyes out. for once, the gruesome sight makes him heave and suffocate as he curls into himself, fingers digging into his hardened adepti skin.
i can't do this anymore.
xiao drops to the ground after slaughtering everything in the vicinity: vagrants, innocents, animals and plants, none escaped the explosion that was his power, a gust of wind so violent and vile it left the grounds reeking of death as he shouts into the moonless night-
"I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!!"
the geo shackles bind him as he awaits his judgment. the contract has been broken and he has to pay the price. and yet as he sees the golden light of his savior and executioner, his lips wearily lift into a broken smile.
finally, his seemingly neverending eternal suffering is over.
finally, he’s allowed to be reunited with the people he loves.
Rin, I just completed a test in Bel class (I suck at this subject). I had to find each mistake to prove my answer on every question despite them being the a) , b), c) kind or the point won't count.
I'm proud to say I found all the mistakes (I think) and I finished within the time limit (with 2 minutes left).
(Honestly, I'm just happy I didn't leave anything blank)
wait what's a bel class- (is this my boomer moment)
