#miyo.muses

[bl-inkstone]

"when the fire takes and leave me nothing but ash, cup me in your loving palms and make me human again."

a short kaveh thoughtspost about you loving him, burnt edges and all.

i think loving kaveh, for all his brilliance and fancy, is exactly what loving an artist is like.

it's not uncommon for him to come home with tired eyes and aching, reaching limbs honed onto you. most nights, you like to tease him and compare your love to a particularly needy limpet, where not even the crashing waves of alhaitham's annoyance at his "shameless displays of affection" (punctuated by sharp, pointed remarks and long side-eyed glances) are enough to draw him from your side. he says he clings to you because he missed your warmth, and that not even the most potent of electro slimes could ever compare to the amount of energy you give with one embrace. you only laugh in return to his poetic musings with one hand raised to hide your flushed cheeks from sparkling red-wine eyes.

but what is uncommon, however, is the first night kaveh came to you, tired and aching and physically reaching as he always does, but hiding behind halfhearted eyes.

at first, you feared what you believed to be the worst: has he fallen out love? have i been lacking in some way? am i not good enough anymore?

he reached for you and held you, yes, but you could feel just from his touch alone just how distant his mind is from you. were you any weaker, you would've stayed quiet, unsure and hurting, and internalized all of these little unspoken things until the day you could not take anymore and leave behind your heart (your love, and only love) alone in the four walls of his shared home.

but you aren't.

so here you are now, with kaveh near-catatonic on the floor and your anxious, worried hands doing all you can to bring him back to you.

it's been a rough few days, weeks, months for kshahrewar's golden boy, chasing deadline after deadline and just barely maintaining his own self-imposed standard of quality, and kaveh is barely holding himself together. and try as he did to keep such unsightly matters away from you, you've noticed. you always do. and it's the sight of your worried, asking eyes and the sound of your voice flowing through him, "what's wrong, my heart? what is it? how can i help?" that finally breaks him.

he has never denied you anything (not his joy, his company, or his pleasure), and as loathe as he is for his weakness, he won't start now.

so kaveh falls to his knees, strangely disconnected from his body with frustration and fatigue raging in whatever hollow he left behind. he tilts forward when his strength leaves him (when he finally allows it to, after months of pushing more, just one more deadline—) and feels himself physically melt when you catch him in ready arms and hears the steady beat of your heart. his genius is a passionate, fiery thing, lighting the way to grander ventures and innovations that could lead sumeru's tomorrow, but just as all fires do, it burns.

but here, he thinks, in the scorched ground of your embrace that no fire could ever touch, he can rest.

kaveh hates to disturb or inconvenience you in any way — being his lover, he'd often joke with quick, unsure eyes and a crooked smile, is enough work already. but you recognize his doubts as well as you recognize your own. he can't fool you. not about this.

so, you reach down and curl yourself around him, guardian and shelter and lover all at once, and allow him refuge from the burning embers still glowing in the dredges of his beautiful, beautiful mind.

"it's alright," you kiss the reassurance into the crown of his tired head, heavy with the weight of all that he carries with his name as the light of kshahrewar. "take all the time you need, my love. the world can wait for you. rest."

dampness invades the cloth of your robes and you feel them, his gilded tears (always gilded, because everything about kaveh, even his grief, is golden) soak through the skin of your lap.

"i have so much work to do." his voice is a fragile, ruined thing.

"the world will wait, and i will help you. there is nothing you can't ask of me, kaveh."

"you already do so much," he gasps through a stuttering sob. "i will - i will not begrudge you, my heart, if you choose to..."

no. he can't say it. he doesn't want to say it. there's something to be said about the old warnings his elders had about not speaking ill fates into existence, and the fear that he almost did so makes him shake like a battered leaf, barely holding onto his branch, in the raging wind. he shakes and muffles sobs that tear at your heart, hoping you wouldn't hear and think any less of him (because you must, you must, oh, how could he ever show something so ugly to you), and you understand.

"i'm not going anywhere." the words leave you like dew falling off leaves after a storm, and they sting and soothe in the same breath the burns he's hidden for so long.

(am i good enough for you? is all i am enough for you? when my hands no longer hold my pens the same and my words escape me, and the clay has become too hard for me to shape, will you still love me then?)

"i'm here, kaveh. yours, for as long you'll have me, and you're mine, for as long as you'll allow."

forever, then. through the blur of his tears, he raises his head and presses himself, cheek and nose and crown, to your waiting hands like a devout believer laying worship to the first temple that has given him solace in years. forever, forever and ever until the sands of time erode whatever is left of us that loves away.

he drinks in the comfort of your shared silence, basks in the security that even now, at his worst and most unbecoming, you still love him enough to allow him this. his heart settles, slowly, and his mind calms into something less frenzied, less a forest fire, and into something he can recognize as himself again.

kaveh has always loved your hands, endlessly gentle and comforting as they are. he could recognize you blind, deaf, and mute, from the sheer comfort your touch brings him alone. he grasps them in his own calloused fingers and lays soft, grateful kisses to each segment, knuckle, and stretch of skin wound around it. it's these hands that have soothed his physical aches with skin-warmed salves and massages. it's these hands that have calmed his mind in the worst of his passionate genius, running careful fingers through golden strands and reminding him "that the mind can churn and charge all it wants, love, but the body has needs too." it's these hands that have cupped him, left as nothing but ash and bitter tears and dead dirt by his own fiery resolutions, and sculpted him into something human again.

i love you, he does not say because the weight of all the love he feels, both in him and from you, chokes him to silence. instead, he closes his watery eyes and presses himself closer, closer to you, and breathes.

he shakes again in your embrace, but more softly, this time. calloused fingers curl around yours in a desperate bid to keep you close, so much like the stubborn limpet you'd liken kaveh to during nights when the fires hadn't burned him yet, and you understand.

i love you too.

[i may not know much about kaveh, but he is very precious 2 me. i hope i did him some justice with this, and that you enjoyed reading it!]

#miyo.muses #kaveh.togo #ok this was a wild ride but i wanted to write smth short n sweet for him #and this is what came out #im still very much shaking in my boots abt whether or not i got his character right but #i had to fight off the sagau wanderer post and a childe brainrot that came out of nowhere #but i powered through for the sake of pretty dendro man who deserves to be held and smooched #so i can say that im PROUD of this ok #kaveh is honestly so fun and nice to write for #so i might make a part two or just write more kaveh stuff in the future #ok rambling over i hope u enjoyed! #genshin impact #genshin kaveh #kaveh x reader

[bl-inkstone]

changed my tune so fast just bc of youtube autoplay lmao ok here have some sagau diluc thoughts

the player, diluc thinks, is an incredibly endearing being.

he's come a long way from the curt and wary attitude he used to put on around the traveler (and by extension, you), and today is one of those days where he finds himself privately thanking whatever powers there may be that allowed your paths to cross, with him staring at the reflection of you hidden deep within the traveler's eyes in the wake of his fight with the abyss that fateful night in mondstadt.

as one of the first people to have their constellations manifest in the sky of teyvat, diluc is more than aware that the fact that you still choose to ask for his company in your (or, well, the traveler's) journey is a gift he must treasure deeply. he knows that it is your presence in this world that gives vision bearers a chance to become something greater than they presently are. he also knows that he is no longer as impressive of a companion in battle as he used to be from back when the sky wasn't as bright as it is now (when the world you knew was smaller and he was still a figure that you could look to and proudly call "your main").

but you always come back to him. when he least expects it, you invite him back to your party and diluc can't help but privately think, privately wish, that it's because you're as fond of him as he is of you.

standing in silent prayer while you bestow upon him artifacts that thrum with divine power is an experience he can never tire of. the claymores you give him, the food he eats, all the materials he needs to reach a breakthrough in his capabilities... he understands that you aren't teyvat's creator, but this world and everything in it seems to exist just for you. you, the provider, the sustainer, the beloved of all. sometimes, diluc feels that everything he has and ever worked for have all been for the sake of one day meeting you.

he's not a religious man by principle, and he loathes people of absolute power. the only exception to this, however, is you. he's not foolish enough to believe you're some omnipotent, omniscient being that lords above all. no, you're not like that. he knows this because the longer he journeys with the traveler and feels their bond strengthen, the faint whispers he used to strain himself to hear grow clearer and clearer until finally, one day, he hears you.

you're both nothing and everything he thought you'd be. you view the world of teyvat with so much awe and joy that it's infectious, and he finds himself smiling more often than not to the privilege of finally hearing you. the traveler always looks at him with an understanding smile when diluc slows down in their travels to listen to you. he lives for the moments when you talk to yourself or to someone else (a companion of your own, maybe? from your place beyond the stars?) because this is how he learns. your favorite food, your favorite nations, your favorite "characters" and more. he holds every morsel of information you unknowingly give close to his chest where all his affections and wishes hide. he likes to think that this way, he can be closer and better for you.

but he knows he's not the only one who hears you, and it is the traveler that is closest to you out of all them. even so, diluc harbors no ill will to the avatar you chose to see and travel the world through. you're so fond of the traveler, and how could he ever come to loathe anything graced by your love?

he knows how to play nice. it helps that most of your other chosen are people he can find himself enjoying the company of as well. diluc understands that as much as he wants to be the sole holder of your attention, the world does not function that way. he's willing to extend an olive branch so long as they can all work together to keep you present in teyvat. he can worry about his more aggressive competition later when they aren't at risk of being caught in such an unsightly state by you — all that matters to him, right now, is how to keep your gaze on him for just a little longer and keep you from leaving him again.

it's a daunting thing to be so close to your grace. you take diluc to lands he'd never thought he'd visit again, to ruins of civilizations long past, domains with unimaginable horrors and have him run, claymore and vision burning at his hip, into fight after fight at your command. it's tiring at best and painful at worst, but you always take care to heal him and his companions before leaving, and you always lead them somewhere safe to rest until teyvat brightens and you come again.

his current companions (his "supports", he inwardly preens) rest and talk amongst themselves once they feel your presence leave. it used to be something they, your chosen, would panic over, but now that they've gotten more used to you and all the signs that pointed that yes, this is your will, they've grown to be able to tolerate the harrowing chill that comes when your warmth leaves them. diluc leans back on his chair in front of good hunter to observe them. they're all people he's come to grow fond of in time: diona was prickly, yes, but ha become pleasant to be around once they grew past their misunderstandings. the young master of the feiyun commerce guild, xingqiu, was also a reliable companion both in and outside of battle, and for all his faults, venti has proven himself to be a devout believer, unwilling to be a burden to you or the party you've guided him towards.

under normal circumstances, he never would've met and forged such strong bonds with these people. if not for your own interference, he never would've bothered getting to know any of them at all. though he may have his own gripes and complaints at times of how their dynamic works when you're not around, diluc is still fond of them. he's grateful for the opportunity to grow close to people again, and traveling the world alongside them and the traveler has become one of the few things he's begun to look forward to outside of his duties as "diluc, master of dawn winery." when the day is done and he can sit and relax with them in the tables in front of good hunter, he can rest in the company of others who understand the near-maddening pull in his chest that draws him to try and get closer, closer, to you.

it's days like these where diluc quietly thanks whatever it is brought you to them, and prays that one day, he will no longer have to search through the traveler's eyes to see you.

#miyo.muses #diluc.togo #i wrote this all in one sitting please i love him so much #i hope my research did you justice sir #if he sounds awkward or anything id appreciate feedback on how to improve! #diluc is one of my faves honestly and i wanna write more for him #and as you can see #he is a very generous muse #this is worse than when i wrote for zhongli oml #i wanted to keep this short n sweet #just a silly little hcs or brainrot post #but no #this happened #but im not that mad lmao diluc gets a free pass <3 #also pls dont flame the team ok i asked a friend what their diluc team looks like and they said “diona + xing + venti” #dsdhewu i have a very skewed view on what's considered a long or short post but just to play it safe #i added the read more this time bc id hate to be the person who clogs up the tags with super long posts #ok thats it rambling over i hope u guys enjoy <3 #genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin diluc #diluc x reader

[bl-inkstone]

thinking soft childe thoughts again. this man truly does live rent free in my brain

falling in love with him, i think, would feel a lot like learning to walk with the knowledge that the space beside you is no longer empty.

there aren't any grand signs when you first meet: there is no moment of déjà vu, no sudden flurry of butterflies in your gut when you lock eyes for the first time, no hushed internal whispers of "have we met before?". there is no higher power guiding him when he approaches you and introduces himself, bright eyes and boyish grin on full display. there is no higher power guiding you when you test the feel of his name on your tongue and introduce yourself right back, cautious but curious of who and what he is. you're just two people who happened to be in the same space, at the same time, and that's how your story starts.

the days pass by like a warm reel of laughter with childe at your side. he's a wonderful friend; funny, charming, with a tendency to spoil you and insist even when you refuse because "this is what friends do! besides, i'm gonna eat your food anyway, so at least let me pay—". he's thoughtful and courteous, but he keeps your life exciting with all the mischief and stark joy he brings along with him. you know what he is, and though you don't completely know what his job entails, neither of you bring it up in the times you spend together. in the comfort of your company, he is not childe the harbinger or tartaglia, the waker of the deep. when he walks and fills the space beside you, he's just childe, your friend who raids your cupboards when he's feeling snacky and slips mora into your wallet when you're not looking. who wakes you up in the morning by knocking on the window right by your bed (instead of knocking on your door, you know, like a normal person). who goes on walks with you around the harbor to admire the sights and maybe work on his liyueren accent and vocabulary by conversing with you about anything and everything under the sun. who holds your hand like it's second nature, and matches the length of his strides to your own like he doesn't want either of you to ever be too far apart.

when your days pass like this, gradually getting to know the familiarity of his touch and presence in your life, falling in love isn't as daunting as it should be. the realization comes slowly to you though. it's when you find yourself tilting your head to whisper to the waiting ear beside you, when you stand and wait in an ever-moving crowd once you recognize the sound of his approach. it's when you set out two bowls instead of one at night and attach an assistive band to one pair of chopsticks because even after all this time, he still doesn't know how to use them.

falling in love with childe feels a lot like a gradual shift of colors in the ginkgo leaves of your homeland as the seasons pass by. he walks with you through the harbor often now, like a routine he can't give up. and while he admires the sights of liyue in the beauty of fall, you admire him.

it's in the glint of those golden leaves framing his fiery hair and blue eyes that you realize: "i've loved him for a while now, haven't i?"

i think that's how it all starts, honestly. you fall first, before you even realize, and your life suddenly becomes all the more colorful with the feelings you couldn't recognize before suddenly intermingling with the casual comfort he brings with him. it could open the door to something angsty, where you think your feelings are unreturned and try to cope, or maybe something soft and silly, where everyone can see just how much you like childe while he remains oblivious to your affections, but still sweet all the same.

in the end though, it wouldn't really matter if you really were the one who fell first. because childe, who saw you in that moment and took the first step to something bigger than he could've ever expected, would definitely be the one who fell harder.

#miyo.muses #childe.togo #get this man out of my HEAD #he is so!! #idc if u guys think friends to lovers is boring bc this trope is precious to ME #hes so dorky and cute and i love him so much aaaaaa #“she fell first but he fell harder” im going to shove this dynamic into every soft post i make just watch #its up to u if u want him to be the one who fell first AND fell harder #thats why its a semi open ending hehe #i think he deserves a soft and happy kind of love #something that quiets the urge for violence in his bones #good company that makes the remnants of the abyss within him settle #even if its just for a while #grand romances are great and i love them #but i like to imagine softer loves too #ok rambling over wdeehd #genshin impact #genshin childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader

[bl-inkstone]

as much as i love serious no-nonsense alhaitham, i like to imagine him engaging in silly little mock arguments in different languages with a haravatat or vahumana reader that he (privately) considers one of his dearest friends. he probably spins it as a learning opportunity for both of you ("conversation is a good way to properly grasp the nuances of conversation and the little linguistic gimmicks of a language, after all") but in all honesty? alhaitham enjoys just being able to indulge in what he'd normally consider "pointless" or "childish" behavior with someone he knows won't judge him for it, and will enthusiastically join in when he offers.

(and as a personal plus for him: not only does it give him an outlet for every niche tidbit of history he's accumulated over the years in order to create not only incredibly witty responses that are also factual and accurate to the time period, but also, your company is exactly what he needs after a long day at work. there's no better pick-me-up than hearing you try to hide your snort when he drops a particularly hard line. he's glad you think he's funny. your joy is a wonderful sight to see.)

he treasures the moments where he can sit beside you, trading light jabs and in-character insults at each other in your private corner of lambad's tavern. to alhaitham, it's moments like these that remind him that there's more to life than just his work, his hobbies, and himself.

good food, good drinks, and good company mark the end of most of alhaitham's days, and his heart always leaves the tavern full and content with the promise of seeing you again soon, safe and whole and happy, in the table you've always saved a seat for him at since your days in the akademiya.

(can be read as platonic or romantic! either way, alhaitham cares greatly for you and enjoys the times you can spend together, even when it's mostly spent trading insults in languages both of you have varying levels of mastery in lmao)

#miyo.muses #alhaitham.togo #i just held a conversation with a friend while rapidly switching between like #4 languages #bc he decided to have an impromptu mock argument #because he saw a vid abt it on tiktok #and im the only one who speaks all 4 languages with him #i wanna post screenshots so bad but i dont wanna expose my real identity wdfbjdb #my ribs HURT PLS HES SO FUNNY #i love pretending to be a grumpy elderly woman from a past time period arguing with a random white guy from the 90s (/rp) #and for some reason while we were doing that #alhaitham came to mind and i was suddenly Inspired #idc if u guys think this is ooc ok he deserves to be silly too #i love him very much :heart_hands: #genshin impact #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x reader

[bl-inkstone]

fondly thinking of childe once again. soft thoughts round three let's go:

everything this man knows about romance is from the romance novels he secretly reads in his spare time. i just know in my heart of hearts that this man, as much of a hopeless romantic that he is, is not suave at all.

he's charming, yes. he's sweet and polite and maybe a little flirty, but beyond that? he is so endearingly awkward. he confidently says the cheesiest lines whenever he gets the chance, does all sorts of "swoon-worthy" acts he's read male leads do in his favorite novels, but as soon as you so much as acknowledge his efforts with one of those smiles he loves so much this man is gone. he immediately flushes the moment he sees your sweet smile and unsuccessful attempts at hiding your laughter. (childe doesn't feel butterflies in his stomach. no, he feels the whole damn zoo with how giddy he gets whenever he does something that makes you smile.)

childe thinks that maybe he should feel a little hurt that you're laughing at his heartfelt attempts at wooing you ("come on, i'm being serious here!") but, well, you're so cute when you laugh... and the way your eyes crinkle or even fully close when you can't hide behind your shaking hands anymore... okay. maybe he can let this slide. just this once. for now. he'll get his payback soon, he swears!

(he's lying btw. you get away with what other folk essentially view as "insulting the eleventh harbinger" every time, and he always watches you with the same lovestruck smile. you never notice, of course, since you're so busy laughing and trying to convince him that no, no, i swear i'm not making fun of you! but honey, everyone's got eyes. everyone knows. and all the wise grannies and grandpas just tut and shake their heads fondly, murmuring to themselves about "the joys of young love.")

#miyo.muses #childe.togo #im not formatting this like any of my usual thoughtsposts bc this is so short n unedited #i felt compelled to write this down bc i saw one(1) childe fanart n i regained consciousness to that already in my drafts #this isnt rlly accurate to my actual characterization of childe but this is a fluff post so i say screw accuracy!! #let him be a dumb boy in love!! #also: friends-to-lovers flavored once more hehe #i might make this a proper post in the future #it just depends on if i have the time ahaha :"D #genshin impact #genshin childe #childe x reader

[bl-inkstone]

as much as i love the sterner versions of a yan!diluc, i am only human. i have weaknesses too. and one such weakness is a yan!diluc who tries to be stoic and firm with you, his darling, but is just so so in love that he can't help but defer to softness whenever he's in your presence. i want him so disgustingly in love that in the eyes of the unknowing, he looks like pure devotion in human form. but for you, the object of his affections? he is the embodiment of every wicked and wretched facet of man that hides in the dark, dragged to the light.

#miyo.muses #dc.moment #diluc.togo #i have so many thoughts but not enough time #so im posting this now so i dont forget just how excited this idea has made me #ill rb this with a continuation once im free enough to sit down and type out every horrible thought i have abt this man #genshin impact #genshin diluc #yandere diluc

[bl-inkstone]

traveler, wait! it's dangerous to go alone, so have some zhongli thoughts for company!

i think life with zhongli as your significant other would be best described as the love behind every little action and gesture the two of you make. even with all the years you've spent at each other's side (either married or just simply together), the romance never dies. but it shifts and goes through changes, like stone giving way to the gentle embrace of time.

one such example is when the love shared between you calms into something that can blend in with the walls of your home. it matches the color of your curtains, the painted flowers on cups left on your tea table, the clothbound books and scrolls tucked away into the red cedar scroll shelf you had diligently sought after and haggled for when your lover had mentioned it once in passing. it's in the crinkle of your eyes in the morning when you sit at your table together and eat. it's in the shape of his smile when he returns from his work in the funeral parlor to you and the home you've made together.

when you grind ink for him while he works beside you, or comb and tie his hair for him in the morning when sleep still clings to the edges of his eyes. when he combs and washes your hair for you in soothing baths, or leans down to massage the stress of the day away from your tense shoulders when you come back home to him.

acts of service that don't really feel like acts of service — not to zhongli or you. gestures of devotion seem like a more apt term, now, when love is so ingrained in your lives that the word can no longer be used to describe it. you've turned the word from noun to adjective, from adjective to action. love is such a small word for such a boundless concept, but you manage to fit it in every word, every action, and every day leaves zhongli helpless and wondering in the dead of night of what to do with all the love he holds in his hands, specially made just for you.

it's a song and dance he can never quite stray from. even when his heart calms in the daytime and he can look at you with all the assuredness of a lover that loves and knows he is loved in return, all five thousand years of wisdom leaves him when night comes and you're asleep in his arms. he has loved plenty in his long lifetime. friends, family, even past lovers that he can only maybe recall when he can recognize a quirk or quality present in you. but it's in your presence that zhongli remembers that even an archon can become just a man weak to the war between heart and mind. what good is five thousand years of wisdom when it can't tell him what to do with all the love he has for you? how can he show it without scaring you away? you know who he is and you've said time and time before that it doesn't scare you, that you love him no matter what form or identity he takes but what if —

you shift in your sleep and all thoughts cease as he swiftly readjusts his hold as to not disturb you any further. in the dark of your room, zhongli counts each breath and beat of your heart and wills his own to match the tempo of yours. in the morning, he'll reprimand himself for entertaining such foolish thoughts while you hum and converse in front of your shared vanity. he'll share these thoughts with you as he always has, and you'll put down your comb and grace his face with crystalfly kisses as you always have in return. your routine shifts to make room for assurance during the times when he needs it, and the same goes for him when you speak your own fears and doubts as well.

it's part of the comfort of your life together, as strange as it may sound, that you live with all the joys and lows your love brings. sometimes, he wishes he can give you more and do away with all his mortal doubts completely, but a moment of contemplation reveals that it is exactly these doubts that make the softer aspects your lives shine all the more brighter. is this why you allow yourself to feel all your emotions, rather than push back and try to reason them away? is this why you've always placed so much importance in letting him know that should he ever need it, your shoulder is his to lean on? zhongli understands the rationale behind it and has given similar advice to mortals he's met before, of course, but it seems that even he is not immune to the irrationality of the heart. there is much wisdom to still be learned, he concedes. five thousand years is no match for an emotion that has existed since the dawn of teyvat, after all.

time doesn't completely erase all the insecurities of a man who has loved and lost so many in his long lifetime, but zhongli finds that he doesn't entirely mind. come trials and tribulations, he'll stand firm and weather it so long as he can keep holding your hand through it all.

#miyo.muses #zhongli.togo #dont ask me where this came from #i fully intended to write smth for alhaitham but ended up with *vague gesture to whatever the hell this is* #im not even that hyped abt zhongli so this was a surprise #i think its still soft and cute and my fave flavor of zhongli not-really angst but #shdbfdhjsb bye i dont think i can ever write for this man again #if this is what happens when i sit down and go “hey zhongli would be interesting to write about” then i am GONE #this isnt even fully finished or beta read i just want this out of my drafts #i have enough faves sir pls dont make me pull for u too #i already have thoma as my shielder!! i do not need another one!! #GRRR THE POTENTIAL OF ZHONGLI THOUGHTS HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD AAAAAAAAA #if i ever do end up writing for him again feel free to clown on me </3 #sdgsjab sorry if this all seems so disconnected #i just have many ideas and no proper way of wording them all in a cohesive manner #so #you get this #genshin impact #genshin zhongli #zhongli x reader

[bl-inkstone]

quick yan!diluc idea before i conk out for the night:

thinking about him and how his idea of love is more akin to a devotee practicing their religion than the actual feeling itself. although i think any version of diluc is the type to love wholeheartedly with little to no restraint (in the comfort of his own mind, at the very least), yan!diluc takes it to a whole other level. like, his shows of affection read more like shows of faith with how fervent and earnest he is in letting you know that he loves you. he's not overtly affectionate or mushy, especially in public, but diluc's devotion practically bleeds through in every subtle action, in every seeking glance, every chaste kiss to the back of your hand and the way he kneels before you at every appropriate opportunity he can. no matter the dynamic between you or the difference in your stations, diluc will always, always look at you with eyes that fully believe he was made to serve you.

for a clearer image of this: try listening to work song by hozier ! since this is for a yan!diluc, the song can be viewed through his very delusional eyes, which i think is pretty self-explanatory. i think a concept like this works really well for a number of characters too (at the top of my head, dainsleif, childe, ganyu, capitano, noelle, xiao, kujou sara, and thoma!) maybe i'll expand more on this in the morning when i'm more awake, maybe i won't. either way, i'm gonna pass out now gn

#miyo.muses #dc.moment #diluc.togo #genshin impact #genshin diluc #yandere diluc #edit: i posted this with the wrong tag i am so embarrassed #good night

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ok i'm supposed to be writing an essay but all i can think about right now is yan!childe as your childhood best friend that you, somehow, stayed with all the way to the present. he's not violent nor does he restrict you or anything — he's actually pretty tame for the most part. the yandere part is just him being overtly clingy and obsessive, and maybe a little (a lot) possessive over his title as "your best friend". you could read this to be romantic or platonic but either way, he'd love you til celestia permanently tears your bond apart, which is never if he has anything to say about it. just thinking about childe clinging to his childhood friend and constantly bringing up all the dumb promises they made back then to a) tease them as friends do and b) ensure that they'll never leave

#miyo.muses #dc.moment #childe.togo #as soon as i get my head out of the closet and get comfortable posting here #any unfortunate viewer will be subjected to my Very Normal thoughts #first sane yan childe post #and possibly my last lmao i struggle to be normal about this man #and!! i love soft yans so much!! #as much as i love reading abt darker yans whose actions have lasting and visible negative effects on their darlings #soft yans are just so #yeah theyre still unhealthy as hell but its such a cute trope in fiction #and by cute i mean i can jampack all sorts of subtle nuances and underlying hints to a deeper terror #the uncomfortable terror is hiding just a little bit to the left of the funny goofy soft yan content #dont let the silly sweet comical actions of these yans distract u from the fact that theyre still yans haha #genshin impact #genshin childe #yandere childe

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every action has an equal opposite reaction, but love and hate aren't opposites now, are they? it's love and indifference! here, traveler, have some soft childe thoughts about some of the little things you love about him that he'd never think twice about <3

walking with childe, if you asked anyone else, is a workout and a half with how long his strides tend to be. but with you? it's almost second nature for him to slow down and match your pace so that you don't have to do that awkward half-walk-half-jog the traveler and any of his shorter companions have to do when they travel with him. it doesn't even look like he's aware of it, you've noticed. it's like he's so attuned to you and your comfort that childe just adjusts himself accordingly without thinking. and he stands so close to you as well! in the early days of your friendship, the two of you would often almost trip or bump into each other with how close you'd end up being during your walks. it's something he used to apologize for ("sorry, i'm used to being close to others when walking. it's easy to lose companions in the snow if you're not careful"), but no matter how hard childe tried to keep a reasonable distance, he'd always find a way back to your side. thinking back on it now, it was really cute how he'd gravitate to your side even before either of you realized that your feelings were, very much so, requited. does that make up for all the bootprints and scuffs he's left on your shoes from walking too close though? no.

more often than not, holding hands with childe means resigning yourself to losing autonomy over whichever hand he's clinging onto for the foreseeable future. he gestures quite a bit when he talks — a habit he's picked up from watching his older siblings tell stories when he was a child and integrated into his own way of speaking as he grew older — and he can sometimes forget he's still holding your hand when he moves to gesture just how big the fishes are back in morepesok when retelling stories of his homeland to his companions. even when you're just walking in the harbor and conversing, every other statement is accompanied with a flourish of his wrists and some other grand gesture, and you usually just watch him fondly from his side. you think it's so endearing that childe never lets go of your hand, not even once, through his entire performance. he casts frequent glances your way as well when you walk and talk together this way, like he's making sure he still has your attention that he, in all his puppy-like glory, can never seem to get enough of. he squeezes your hand, rubs his thumb over your knuckles, slides his forefingers down to feel at the pulse he loves listening to at night on your wrist. he'll take any excuse to hold your hand and maintain some form of skinship, and you especially love it when it looks like he's forgotten he's still holding you but hasn't forgotten that he's connected to you. you think about telling him that, sometimes, but you don't think you'd be able to properly explain to the man the difference between the two.

eating with childe is a comfort you look forward to at the end of every day. he loves eating meals with you and just winding down together at a table that he still, sometimes, can't believe he can share with you, but what you love most about your dinners is just how domestic he can be about the whole affair. it's an unspoken agreement between you that whoever doesn't cook is the one that sets the table. when childe's the one at the stove, he can be very fussy about you not eating anything any light snacks while dinner is still cooking because "you'll ruin your appetite, honey. don't let my efforts go to waste!" he's very big on healthy and hearty meals, so you always end up pleasantly content when you go to sleep. it's so easy for you to tell when a dish is cooked by him too. but when you're the one cooking... well. he's always been the type to say things like "do as i say, not as i do." he's a menace in the kitchen, always trying to sneak "taste tests" from whatever you're cooking and chattering your ear off about his day as he goes about fulfilling his assigned role. he does set the table pretty well, thankfully, and your playful annoyance at his antics subsides just a little when you notice him placing the "nicer" china in front of your chair and opening your windows just a little to let in the cool night breeze. childe talks to you throughout the entire process, moving around you in the kitchen like it's a song he's danced with you for years even though at this point, you've only known each other for two. childe habitually leans down to press soft, chaste kisses on the side of your head when he passes by too, and it's something that never fails to send the butterflies in your stomach off in a frenzy. honestly, at this point? you might as well just come out and say that your favorite parts about eating with childe is how easy it is to see your future with him. (and if you ask him, he'd say he loves how easy it is to see his future with you too.)

[more soft childe thoughts posting! this time, about the little quirks and habits that you've noticed and find so so endearing bc even though i love childe being down atrociously bad for his beloved, the scale must be balanced. if he's a simp, the reader must simp in return.]

#miyo.muses #childe.togo #this was one of the drafts i was talking about #ive been inspired to finish it after listening to “those eyes” by new west #love love love the idea of a reader just as whipped for the character as the character themselves are for them #these arent all the soft hcs i have abt him btw #i had to cut it down to only three bc it was getting too long imo #maybe ill do a part two about this #god knows i can go on abt this man for ages #i love he very much ty for coming to my tedtalk #genshin impact #genshin childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader

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"there's things i want to say to you, but i'll just let you live. like if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did."

a thoughtspost about lisa reflecting on what it means to love and be loved by you.

lisa minci is the greatest mind of six generations combined.

she is the witch of the purple rose, the revered spantamad prodigy that even, until now, the akademiya still respects. she is an esteemed knight of the favonius order. a humble librarian. a good friend and mentor to anyone willing to ask. and, in the warm circle of your arms while you two lay in the bed you share, yours.

yours, as much as she can give you. as much as she's allowed, with the constant trickle of sand bearing down in the back of her mind. the nagging reminder of time and how little she has of it drags something acrid into her mouth as she wakes, like she always does, in the dead of night for no reason at all. lisa awakens with something sharp and bitter, like the tang of her stronger tea blends, in her chest and fights the urge to hiss at such a tired routine. her only solace now that she's conscious to suffer her insomnia is the vision you make beside her.

she looks down at you, tracing the curve of your face with sleepwarm eyes and quiet, searching hands. lithe fingers ghost over your skin like a crystalfly's kiss — light and airy and so, so delicate, as if she can't bear the thought of disturbing you. it's here in the hushed hour where lisa loathes and loves to wake up every night (to allow herself brief reprieve and a sliver of rage at her unfair fate; to allow herself reminders of softness and love so great it eases the storm in her heart).

when lisa thinks of love, she thinks of warmth. like the afternoon rays that wash over her when she goes to take her naps in the library. like the cups she gingerly holds when she needs something stronger than her usual blend and doesn't want to risk staining her pretty teacups with the tannin in her tea. like the flutter of gossamer wings in her stomach when you look her way and smile at her like you have the rest of forever to love her.

(it's unfair, she laments behind her soft, amiable smiles with a muted fury raging (always raging) in her chest. i can't love you enough, my dear. why is my forever not as long as yours?)

the chill of the night never fails to leave her shivering, and it is in those wicked, bitter moments that she curls herself closer to you. you're a beacon of warmth and peace to the witch that's been fighting against time since the day she got her vision. you're a place of rest, comfort, love. to lisa, you are home.

she wishes she could have your forever too. forever, to love and to hold you, like you promise her to always do. she wants to buy a house together — she doesn't want to live in the small apartment her job came with any longer than she has to. something with those charming redbrick walls you like pointing out to her when you stroll across the city together. a small garden for her herbs and some vegetables, and hanging planters to liven up the outside face. the living room would have two chairs and a sofa, a sturdy little coffee table, and the pretty rug she had bought two years ago in sumeru will finally have a use. a lived-in bedroom with too many pillows and blankets piled up like a nest in the center of your bed. a warm kitchen with something always cooking, baking, or brewing, and the scent of your life together would seep into every crack and crevice of the home you share. there would be all sorts of knick knacks in your home, and frames detailing some of the most precious moments of your relationship would line the walls. your first anniversary, for example. a particularly sentimental date. your first windblume festival as a couple, and (and, if she can dare to dream it) your kiss on your wedding day.

you'd be married, in her dream of forever. you're radiant in the glow of domestic life, and her heart no longer aches with the weight of an everpresent deadline behind her. instead, lisa's deadlines are gentle and pleasant things. don't be late to our anniversary, lisa! you'd call as you leave your house in the morning. don't slack off today, alright? i'm making your favorite! you'd smile. finish your work soon. be safe in your travels. tell me all about your adventures with the traveler.

come home soon, safe and sound, ok?

it really is unfair, she thinks, that she's fallen in love with you. it really is cruel, she weeps, that you've fallen in love with her.

the feel of your arms around her is a pain she clings onto with her entire being — the grand prodigy that she is is nothing compared to being yours. with her fate as doomed as it is, pride is inconsequential. if she only knew where and to who, she'd beg until her knees and throat were raw for more time, for an answer, for a chance at the forever you'd never know she can't walk with you.

her hourglass leaves her perpetually one, two, three steps behind you in the endless march of time. she can try all she likes (and by celestia she has tried) to catch up and walk with you step-for-step, but she's only mortal. there's only so much she can do. she's clever, but not clever enough. one, two, three steps behind you and everyone else she has ever loved — all lisa minci, the greatest mind of six generations, can do is watch.

loving and being loved. what a wicked, terrible, beautiful thing.

"lisa...? what's wrong? can't sleep again?"

"it's nothing, darling. go back to sleep. i'll follow right after."

[man this was a fight and a half to write. lisa is such an interesting character and although im not super confident that i wrote her well, im really proud of how this turned out! for all you lisa lovers out there, i hope you enjoy this <3]

#miyo.muses #lisa.togo #this started out as a yan post which turned into a fluff post which THEN turned into this #haha #im sorry i really wanted to write smth sweet for her #but this is what came out #dbhdjbfdejw this was so hard to finish oml #ms lisa u r so complex and tragic i love her sm ueueueueue #anyways i hope u guys enjoy!! #genshin impact #genshin lisa #lisa x reader #edit: i put it under a readmore bc after checking the wc this was almost 1k words hdfj sorry yall

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a short blurb about meitham inspired by @zhongrin's ebg + afterparty events! this isn't super long or detailed or anything since it's already been a few days since the idea first came to me, but i hope you enjoy it anyway <3

"haitham, do you think other worlds exist?"

alhaitham blinks once, twice, before lifting his eyes from the book he had been reading to look at you. you're a dream lying on his chaise, with your hair loose and freshly washed, slowly drying in the evening light. he notes the subtle droop in your eyes and the heavy tilt of your head, the way you seem to melt into the scrolled arm of the sofa. you're tired, but it's barely a quarter past seven. neither of you have even eaten yet. did you overwork yourself again?

"well," he begins with a card of his fingers through your hair, gently detangling the strands as he works to gather his thoughts. "given the nature of the world we live in, ignoring the possibility of such an existence would be foolish. i'm hard pressed to say yes to something i haven't seen with my own eyes, but the idea isn't something i'd completely disregard. does that answer your question, mei?"

in lieu of a coherent response, you give him an affirmative hum and close your eyes to the soothing motions of his fingers running through your hair. unease settles in alhaitham's gut the longer the silence between you, something normally so comforting, goes on and he feels compelled to continue the conversation. as loathe as he is to disturb your rest, something in the back of his mind urges him to keep you talking, to keep you awake.

"love," he calls right as he stops playing with your hair. he sits up properly and plants both feet on the ground to pull you up from your rest on the chaise's arm, settling you into an upright position at his side. his arm snakes around your waist and pulls you closer to him, like a subconscious effort at seeking comfort at the uncomfortable feelings rising from the base of his spine, and he leans down to nudge you awake. when your eyes flutter open and you grumble in soft protest, the muted worry subsides just a little.

"mei, it's too early for you to sleep. our dinner hasn't even finished cooking yet. it's not good to rest on an empty stomach," he explains with some force behind his voice in an effort to keep you awake. he considers pinching you a little before completely ignoring the idea in favor of something else. "do you want some coffee? maintaining a healthy work-life balance is essential to a comfortable life, love. if your work is proving to be too much, i am more than willing to—"

"i think... i think i want to travel. to those other worlds, i mean. i think it will be fun."

alhaitham's jaw snaps shut.

once again, that damned silence returns and he finds himself at war with worry and fear. why are you talking like this? what do you mean you want to travel to another world? is this one not enough? is he not enough? wasn't your question just a hypothetical, just one of the many you like to throw his way?

where is this all coming from, and why does he feel so cold?

"mei," and it's all he can say, all he can do, to hold you and beg in a way that's not begging. "mei, my love, i don't... i don't mind if you want to travel."

the words taste like poison in his mouth, thick and bitter and so so unpleasant that he can't help the displeased twitch of his lips once he grinds the last syllable out.

"i'd never cage or chain you down," he soothes when your brows furrow at his words, "if you wish to see new sights and learn new things, then by all means, go ahead. i'll arrange for any preparations you need, and you know my mora is yours to use. all i ask is that you take me with you."

don't go where i cannot follow, alhaitham pleads with words unsaid, orange-teal eyes blurring at the edges with strange black lines. don't leave me without your warmth.

you don't reply, and a numbing cold trickles down the acting grand sage's spine when he realizes that you've fallen asleep. he feels the beginnings of a headache coming on, quiet whispers and flashes of colors he can't decipher slowly growing in volume past the deafening beat of his heart. he's only ever felt this a handful of times before in his life, but never to this degree.

you're sleeping. just sleeping, as you do every night in the comfort of his arms.

so why does he feel like his heart has turned to sand slipping through your loose fingers?

#miyo.muses #miyo.delivery #alhaitham.togo #takeout for: rin ! #i wrote this in one go bc the idea was disappearing and i needed to write it down Fast #this is so messy oml im not sure if i got all the points i wanted to make across #but i hope its somewhat readable #aaaa i wish i couldve worded some things better but my brain is conked out and this is the best i could do </3 #ik its super short but i hope u enjoy it anyway!! #zhongrin is cute sure but meitham is very precious 2 Me #alhaitham deserves the spotlight too #edit: OK I POSTED IT W/O DOUBLE CHECKING FIRST #IF YOU SAW IT WITH THE FIRST DRAFT STILL THERE IN THE BEGINNING #NO THE HELL YOU DIDNT QHWDDYUWD #this is so scuffed lmao its obvious i havent gotten any sleep #ahahaha the things i do to appease my brain #its hard out here man

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thinking about childe who loves taking your hand and resting his forefingers on your pulse while you talk. who teases you while drawing idle patterns on your wrist, calling you cute and "so, so easy to rile up" even though you swear up and down that you're not, idiot, you're just annoying! who watches you with an indescribable fondness in his eyes while you keep going off at him, gesturing here and there with grand animated movements that he could spend hours watching. who, at the end of your tirade and you've calmed down just a little, gently tugs on your still intertwined (intertwined?) hands and shoots you a cheeky grin when you finally realize that you have, once again, fallen for another one of his dumb tricks. he says he's being romantic. you say he's being stupid and cheesy. but between the two of you, the fact that you didn't let go even after you found out says enough.

#miyo.muses #childe.togo #“ok miyo you can do this you can be normal about your first blurb” #no i will not #this was supposed to be a thoma blurb #but somehow i got possessed and regained consciousness to this on my screen #life is hard when your most active muse is the character you love/hate the most /lh #he can have a slightly tsun/grumpy reader #but tbh hes probably so in love that he wouldnt mind at all lmao #genshin impact #genshin childe