Happy Birthday, Amber!

ocean eyes

You’ve never seen the ocean. Kafka introduces you to it.

fluffy as fawk, recycled the idea from that fic but it’d be like a prequel technically, 2.3k words

A/N: couldn’t stop thinking about kafka loving the sea she’s made for me atp. title only makes sense because of the other fic lol

The sea breeze washes over your being, it caresses each strand of hair and softly touches your skin like gentle hands cupping your cheeks. You feel it in your ears, a sound you’re hearing for the first time; its warmth seems to enter your lungs and clear it of past impurities with every inhale, and you wish to take a deep breath to keep it inside your chest forever.

The sensation leaves you immobile. In front of you, the ocean. A myth come true, its beauty rivaling Idrila’s. It’s vast, bigger than your mind can comprehend even after so many years spent traveling the cosmos, and a deeper blue than the sky it’s reflecting. Water has never been so alive, with waves crashing on the shore and currents on the horizon, you are facing an entity larger than life. Its depths create and harbor life that you won’t ever get to see. Your mortal eyes can only perceive a fraction of it, so small and significant. You didn’t think it was possible for water to kiss the sky, having the proof before you fills you with wonderment. Among it, some strange feeling nestles in your throat. You stand as it curls around your vocal cords and leaves you mute. Words are useless in front of something so grand, you realize, they fade away as if they've never existed at all. You lose yourself in cold blues and the occasional whites of flying seagulls, in salty air that quickly becomes your favorite scent, and you can’t speak for a long moment.

Lithe fingers, laced with your calloused ones, tighten their hold on your hand. It takes a couple blinks to tear your eyes away from the boundless sea, and you turn to Kafka’s fond smile. She’s watching you, drinking you in like you’re the precious sight and not the limitless expanse of water on the coast. A thumb swipes over the crease of your eye, lingering at the corner for a second too long, and you realize she’s wiping a tear away.

“Oh,” you exhale softly, bringing your free hand to your face. Your cheeks are wet with silent tears and you sniffle as you wipe them from your skin. “I didn’t even notice.”

“What were you thinking about so intently just now?”

You look back at the sea, an ache in your throat. The sun hides behind thin clouds and paints the world in soft colors.

“I was wondering if my planet was ever this pretty. I wish my mother could have seen it.”

Your home world fell victim to a Stellaron, like plenty throughout the galaxy. It dried most of your rivers and evaporated many of your lakes, transforming seas into lands full of sand. Water was a limited resource and a tedious thing to acquire. You remember stumbling on a picture book with various shades of blue filling some of the pages and asking your mother about it. That evening, she explained the ocean to you; never-ending, deeper than mortals can comprehend and filled with creatures your childish mind could merely compare to alien life. You thought she was making stuff up, maybe embellishing a mundane truth, but she spoke of the sea with the same tenderness she used to tuck you into bed. As you grew, you understood that it was longing in her words, a deep desire for something she would never experience in this lifetime. To you, it felt pointless to yearn for something she didn’t know; your mother was born long after the Stellaron infected your planet and spread its cancer to the roots of your world. You didn’t understand how this desire was born, where it came from. Yet, in her eyes resided a wistfulness that was only extinguished the day she died. She left the waking world longing for the sea, and memories of her constrict your chest as you stand at the edge of it.

Kafka hums, pivoting to face the water. A gentle silence settles between you as you watch the waves rise and fall on the shore. Her bare palm is warm against yours, it grounds you to the sand beneath your feet. Seagulls make a grating sound, you discover, but even their squawking can’t ruin the view before you. You feel a sudden restlessness to touch the water, to have it envelop you entirely until you feel yourself disappear in it as if absorbed.

“Can we go in the water?”

Kafka smiles. “Sure.”

Your hand slips from hers and you step out of your slides, sinking your toes into the hot sand of the beach. Sand is something you’re familiar with, it reminds you of your mom and your broken world. Comfort fills you with every step towards the waves. Kafka follows beside you, used to the sights and the sensations. She comes here every summer, but this is the first time she’s brought you along. You understand why she’d want a place like this all to herself, it brings forth a sense of serenity best enjoyed in solitude. Or, at least it did, before. Before experience brought you closer.

You hesitate somewhat once you reach the water. Your feet are submerged in it and suddenly its vastness becomes a little terrifying. Kafka walks in further until she’s standing waist deep in the water, circling hands creating ripples around her. She turns to face you with a silent question on her stretched lips.

“…I don’t know how to swim,” you confess uselessly, prompting a chuckle out of her. She knows that, obviously, since you’re unfamiliar with large bodies of water.

“We can stay on the shallow end. Don’t want you drowning on my watch, I’d get in a lot of trouble with the others.”

Kafka holds out her hand. You take it with some reticence. She brings you close enough for wet fingers to squeeze your waist affectionately. Her easy expression makes you at ease, she seems different on this planet, more carefree. She’s not wearing her contacts and her ponytail is lower than usual, its tie looser around her long locks of hair. You’re privy to a side of her you had no idea existed and you’re honored by the trust she puts in you.

“Nice, right?”

“It’s cold,” you reply, looking down at your wobbly reflections.

“Mm, I like it.”

You dip your hands beneath the water and turn your palms to the sky. Algae brushes against your calves as you move around. Kafka lets you explore, head tilting back to face the sun. You venture a bit further until your neck is the only thing sticking out of the water. Impulsively, you squeeze your eyes shut, pinch your nose with two fingers and sink into the water. Every sound is muffled in your ears, and in the darkness everything is pointless. This is different from a shower or being caught in the pouring rain, you feel light. weightless, insignificant. You wonder if that’s what your mother longed for, this freedom to be anything and anyone, drifting through the boundless sea. You emerge with a little gasp, rubbing the water out of your eyes before blinking them open.

You’re careful not to stray too far from where Kafka is drinking in the faint sunlight. Her eyes are closed when you glance back at her, chin tilted to the heavens. Her shoulders have turned a rosier color from the sun and her dark, backless bathing suit contrasts beautifully with the clear ocean blue. You walk towards her, flicking your wrist to send water flying her way. Her brows twist for a second before she looks at you with a small smile. Kafka always smiles a lot, more often than not to unsettle her opponent or prey, but there’s a softer edge to the ones she’s had since you arrived on this planet.

“What do you usually do here?” You ask, moving closer to her.

“Float. Wanna try?” Kafka holds onto your waist when you’re close enough to reach, pulling you towards her. “I can show you.”

“I don’t want to drown.”

“You’re not going to drown.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Kafka playfully rolls her eyes and takes hold of your chin with a few fingers. Her gaze follows the movement of her thumb across your jaw, then flicks up to meet yours.

“I wouldn’t let you,” she says, leaning in to press her lips on yours in a soft kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as her mouth slowly moves against yours. She pulls away after a moment and looks at you. “Do you trust me?”

“At times.”

“Well, trust me now.”

One of her hands is placed on the small of your back to support you, the other gently guides you onto your back by applying pressure on your chest.

“What if I float away,” you say, a tinge of panic enveloping you, and you grab her wrist to stay upright.

Kafka can’t help the amusement on her face. “To where?”

“Far, I don’t know.”

“Would you miss me?”

You pout. “It’s a valid fear to have.”

“It’s really not.”

“What if I float to the deep end, then it’s too late to come back and I drown because I can’t swim?”

Kafka looks at you for a moment, eyelids lowering and an amused smile on her lips. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at you like she’s thinking of something funny.

“What?” You ask, eyes narrowing.

“You killed three flying beasts twice your size at once, last week. You're scared of a little water?”

“Fuck you,” you try pushing her away, but she only presses you further into her with her arms around your waist, a laugh escaping her. “There’s nothing little about the fucking ocean.”

“Relax,” she drawls, “it won’t work if you’re tense.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.”

Kafka curls a hand around the back of your neck and suddenly brings you closer to capture your lips with hers. Her head tilts to kiss you better, and you can’t focus on anything but the sweet kisses she presses against your mouth. Your wet hand trails up her spine, causing droplets of water to slide down her back. Your lips part to deepen the kiss when her tongue swipes over your bottom lip. You forget the argument, your muscles relax as her chest touches yours, and by the time she pulls away with a soft exhale through her nose, you almost forget your surroundings. You chase her lips as she leans back, planting a few more chaste kisses on her mouth. She indulges you for a minute, the fingers on your nape tightening their grip for an instant. You’re breathing heavier when she separates from you for good and smiles.

“Now, let’s try it again, mmh?”

Kafka teaches you how to float in the water with firm hands and occasional teasing jabs to which you would respond if she wasn’t the one standing between you and drowning. In the end, you spend most of the day at sea, learning how to keep water from going up your nose without using your fingers and the basics of swimming. Your fingertips are pruned hours later as you emerge from the water. Kafka’s still under— you bet on who could hold their breath the longest— so you dive back beneath the surface as quietly as you can. She calls you a cheater afterwards, but you distract her with wet, slippery kisses.

You’re drying yourselves on the beach as the sun sets below the horizon. You sit on your towel next to Kafka, who’s reclined on her elbows. Her eyes are closed, not a crease between her brows, and her head is tilted upwards. Before, you thought she was sunbathing, but now the temperature is slightly lower than this afternoon and the sun is no longer visible in the sky. You think perhaps she’s simply enjoying the sound of the waves and the salty air like you did earlier. It’s funny, she hasn’t told you what this place means to her; it clearly holds some sort of significance if she returns to it annually. Her way of revealing herself is unconventional at best and a little clumsy, like a fawn taking its first steps. She presents you the sea, this part of her she keeps hidden from everyone, and says nothing else. You watch the lines of her nose, the curves of her lips and their pretty pink color. Her face is bare from any makeup, her hair loose and her expression so relaxed she might’ve been asleep. She’s beautiful. You’re no longer gazing at the ocean, though you feel a familiar sense of wonder as you observe her. Your heart is light in your chest and you suddenly understand how your mother could yearn for something she’s never experienced before.

Kafka’s eyes slowly blink open. She tilts her head to meet your stare with a smile, and you long to love her like your mother longed for the sea.

“Let’s stay a little longer.”

You nod. Your limbs move before you can stop yourself; you straddle her waist, sitting on her lap and snaking your arms around her back. Kafka lets you bury your nose in the crook of her neck, using a hand in the sand to support the both of you.

“What’s that for?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice as you breathe in the smell of the sea on her skin.

“Nothing,” you lie, pressing a kiss to her skin.

Your mouth trails up her neck to her jaw, tasting salt, and Kafka hums when you kiss her lips. It feels different to kiss her after getting acquainted with the ocean because you finally have something to compare the weightlessness that overwhelms you with each of her fervish kisses. A hand tangles itself in your hair, pulling you closer until she reclines on the ground and your body follows without missing a beat, lips locked.

You pull away to breathe in, only slightly, reveling in the sensation of her hand up your back.

“You’ll get sand in my hair,” Kafka mutters into your mouth.

“I’ll wash it for you.”

On a deserted beach and with the sea as your witness, you kiss her until the moon ascends in the sky and the waves grow stronger behind you.

petition for tumblr to make the boop feature permanent. reasons:-

so i can shower my affection on mooties and followers without any limits

validates my sense of appreciation and does not make me feel unwanted

every introverts' dream who loves a blog but is scared to talk with them

feels like an actual physical boop

online love language

i'd love to make more requests! are you comfortable writing about depression/apathy? i would love to see miko with a usually outwardly bubbly/silly reader who's struggling with those things, if you're comfortable writing about it

also i'm not sure if you accept emoji anons, but if so could i please be 🐈‍⬛ anon?

I can give it a try, I would firstly need to dig into the subject though, for the sake of realism and accuracy, considering the sensitivity of the topic (I may have some knowledge and a vague idea, but I would rather be sure) 🤔

Perfectly fine by me, it will make it a bit more convenient to see fellow recurring customers 👀

Now writing for Honkai Star Rail

Hello people,

After giving it some thoughts, I finally decided to officially write for Honkai Star Rail too 👀

The following characters will inaugurate this new universe for my blog:

Ruan Mei

Black Swan

Robin

At the same time, I also updated the list of Genshin Impact characters I can write for, adding these 3 ones:

Beidou

Lisa

Arataki Itto

As always, please check the rules/main post first before you submit a request you may have 🙂

Last but not least, have a nice day/night, and please take care 😊

i had a fun request idea: reader getting into a prank war with yae miko >:) i like to think she'd be playful enough to join in and retaliate. i used to get up to a lot of pranks with my old coworkers and by far the funniest was hiding then jumping out and scaring each other- i think that would be a really funny prank to play on miko

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Oh she would definitely get her share of fun by retaliating, for once that someone is bold enough to just dare tease her in return 😏

GN reader getting into a prank war with Yae Miko

It's common knowledge, at this point, that Yae Miko is among the biggest teasers in Teyvat

Witnessing all forms of reactions is a great source of entertainment for her, especially when your lifespan is longer than the one of humans

But the rarest, and most exquisite of them, is when her interlocutor purposely dares to tease back

For her, this is akin to a declaration of (prank) war, and she certainly won't stop until you are the one admitting defeat... or begging her to stop, if you end up being so desperate

As a certain Aranara called Aranakin would put it: "this is where the fun begins"

One day, you felt brave enough to hide on the path leading to your home, as you invited her for your weekly tea time together

It was initially a spontaneous offer from you, but over time, it became a regular part of your weekly schedules, with each of you preparing the tea by turn

Naturally, you kept her in the dark regarding your true intentions for today, as you would usually wait for her to arrive, or come along with her

You suddenly emerged from behind the bushes as she passed by, causing her ears to twitch a little, but only out of surprise

It would take a lot more than that to scare her though

"My, my... Someone's feeling bold today. Were you trying to scare me, little one?"

With the same amount of confidence as always, she casually approached you, and slowly reached out for your chin, embracing it with her hand.

"I do hope, however, that you're fully aware of what you've just done... And I trust, of course, that you're ready to face unforeseen consequences, hmm?"

"Of course I am!"

"Very well, S/O. We shall see for how long you will be able to keep up."

She then releases your chin and moves back along on the path, as if nothing ever happened just now.

The rest of that day went as normal as always, and just like you kept her in the dark for the little surprise today, she's doing the same regarding all the ideas sprouting in her mischievous mind

Things are going to be eventful from now on

~~~~~~~~~~

One day, you were casually enjoying your time with her at the Grand Narukami Shrine

A shrine maiden requested her attention for some matters, thus leaving you alone in the room for a while

The prankster in you suggested to swap her current light novel in progress, with a blank empty one

She noticed it only after you left... thankfully

"That little rascal..."

~~~~~~~~~~

The following day happened to be your weekly tea time

Except that your cup is filled with what seems to be tea, as always... minus the taste, replaced by just hot water

"What the..."

"Is the tea not to your liking, little one? I prepared it like I always do."

"That's just... colored hot water!"

As you dared to say this, her eyes started to glow, while an Electro kitsune began peeking from behind her.

"Are you saying that you now dislike my tea? But you always praised it until tonight. Does that mean you've been fooling me all this time, S/O?"

Her stare turns more intense on you... until it all returns to normal, followed by a chuckle coming from her.

"You should have seen your face just now, that was quite the sight. I jest, of course~"

~~~~~~~~~~

You collapse exhausted on her laps, at the end of a long and tiring day

At this, she glances down at your weakened form and starts patting your head

"Dear me, how kind of you to use your remaining energy to come visit me, out of everything you could have done."

You hum gently at her words, while she scratches softly through your hairs to help you relax a little.

"After all, you know full well that I would never give you up, or let you down, or even run around and desert you. Likewise, I happen to know your boundaries, so I would never make you cry, say goodbye, tell a lie, or desert you."

Her smile increasingly grows into a smirk, as you process what you just heard, until it finally hits you.

"You..."

"What is it? If you're willing to discuss a truce, maybe you should rest first. After all, we don't want you to agree to my conditions without paying attention, mhh? I admit this would be pretty amusing though."

Considering your exhaustion, and knowing how she would set her conditions, you decide to wisely follow her advice, and consequently rest

You may not be safe from her little tricks, but alas, you will be safe in her near

And it's not a privilege she plans to remove through her truce's conditions

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Happy Birthday, Kamisato Ayaka!

Ah, this novel... It's a newly published light novel from Yae Publishing House, set in Fontaine.

The editor asked if I could find some time to read it, saying my opinion would be valuable to them. They're being too kind, really.

But it is a mystery novel, a genre I quite enjoy. Would you... like to read it with me?

Please, take a seat. And these treats are for you, just... something I made myself. I hope you like them.

hi erwin :D wanderer is my comfort character lately, please can i request platonic wanderer and a reader who likes to affectionately play pranks on him and tell bad jokes? i think his reaction would be pretty funny

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Hello my dear anon, sure! And his reaction would definitely be something 👀 Sorry for the delay also; though feel free to tell me if you like how I portrayed Wanderer here! It may help me for the 2 other Wanderer asks you sent me. Speaking of them... feel free to provide more details or suggestions for the one about reader relating to his past and desire for a heart 🧐

GN reader who likes to prank and tell bad jokes to Wanderer

Ambient music:

"It better be something important, if you have to drag me along."

If it wasn't for you being slightly less boring, to his eyes, than the rest of people, then there's simply no way he would have accepted your invitation.

"The café? What are you plotting this time?"

"Nothing, I'm just taking some time off today, and so I thought, you could come along too!"

"How amusing. And to think you would need my company just for drinking something."

The two of you sit at a free table, in the shadow provided by the café's umbrellas, the latter not even inviting him to remove his hat.

"Speaking of drinks, since you thought it was a good idea to bring me... get me some tea. The more bitter, the better."

"Still no sugar?"

"Of course not. Bitterness is the taste of life, pure and raw."

"Okay, just wait here then!"

He stays in his seat, crossing his arms, waiting for your return with the order, which is placed on the table soon enough when you come back.

"And there you go!"

With a grin that you know is his personal way of thanking you, he picks his cup and takes a sip from it. This improvised trip here wasn't all for nothing, at least... that is, until something felt off.

"... hey, I thought I told you no sugar. Did your little human brain forget about it? Are you taking me for a fool?"

"No, of course not! I only thought that you could, perhaps... sweeten up your mood a bit, for once! I've never seen you smile or relax, so..."

While your smile grew, his eyes opened wide. If he still were a god, stormy clouds would form on the spot right now, upon witnessing the mere audacity to not only add sugar in his cup, but also make a pun out of the situation.

"... I was wrong about you. You are the fool here. Only you would have the nerve to even dare think about doing something like that."

"Oh come on, even for just one time?"

"Not even in your dreams."

An amused grin grows now on his face, satisfied to have turned down your hope. With now your immeasurable disappointment and your day being ruined, you take a sip from your own drink... only to find that its taste is vastly different from what it should be.

"What's the problem now?"

"Why does my tea tastes like... thyme?"

"Ha! Maybe it's about thyme you know your place. Don't think I will go easy on you next time."

You cannot help but blink, causing him to stretch out his tongue to you, in pure revengeful amusement.

"In fact, it's nearly a wonder I felt like holding back a bit on my Anemo powers. These merchants really don't know how to secure their goods. Just a little bit of wind, and then... poof."

"You're so mean!"

"Hehehe... but I never claimed to be a saint."

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aaaaa i'm sorry i forgot to reply, i was really busy a few months ago and i think i got distracted 😭 thanks so much for both the wanderer requests, they're really sweet!! i would love to pet cats with him hahah

THE 4.8 WAS SO GOOD I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE WANDERER <3 what did you think of the event? :D

It's alright, and thank you for doing it now then! I'm glad you like them 😊

I'm not forgetting about your earlier request (platonic wanderer and reader who relates to him a lot in terms of his past and wanting a heart), maybe now thanks to the 4.8 event, I might have more clues about what to write. I need to come up with a circumstance which leads to the request's theme being brought up... 🧐

(when it comes to sensitive topics, I prefer to take my time to do something good, rather than to rush it; besides, I'm barely getting other requests to write, so... but feel free to send new ones, if you have any!)

As for the 4.8 event, I liked it but especially its music, the easter egg room in the last part, and these moments when going upward in the castle against hilichurls (with the music you hear only in this moment then never again), and making our way to the dragon despite its attacks 😁

Seeing Wanderer's hidden soft side was a plus I didn't expect at first, and Nahida even called him out for getting a new friend... Though it's intriguing if the book's content can enter the real world, not to mention what the devs must be cooking about Dragonspine. That... and the possible foreshadowing of the Natlan Archon Quests during the summer event, like it happened by the previous ones ever (the Fatui fighting a resurrected Pyro Dragon ?) 🤔

Happy Birthday, Furina!

Oops, you're here early. I haven't even finished getting ready yet!

You think my makeup and outfit look fabulous today? Of course, darling Gentilhomme Usher always does an impeccable job.

Since you're here, how about I have them style you too?

This special day is the perfect opportunity for us to make a glamorous entrance~ Hehe, I bet no one will be able to take their eyes off us!