// this is so stupidly fun

// it is once again genshin lethal hours

A cloud passed over the moon, blocking its light from view. Smiling to himself, he lowered the strange stone, only to examine it one more time under the dancing flames of his lantern. Indeed, there were tangible memories present - unreadable for him, but existing, regardless. +

If, by some chance, Flins had received this message... Perhaps Rerir would have received one in turn: Humanity is realized through one's outlook and actions, rather than biology. It is the kindred spirit that unites all forms of life; the leading melody of the world's song. +

Remember it well, Sinner. Fate may be immutable, but the journey matters more than the destination. That darkness in your heart is nothing but poison awaiting its cure - a scourge that must be eradicated from this world. Sit with your deeds for the rest of your days.

Holds up Rerir's now inert heart towards the night sky to catch the moonlight. Flins wonders, sardonically, how prison is treating him.

// anyway i have a ton of replies but uhhh i've been up for nearly 6 hours and have gotten zero work done so BE BACK LATER

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝐒UCH ᅠ𝐁RAZENNESSᅠ 𝐖OULD ᅠ𝐎NLYᅠ 𝐋EAD ᅠ𝐎NE ᅠ𝐓Oᅠ 𝐃OWNFALL——𝐓Oᅠ 𝐘OURᅠ 𝐃EMISEᅠ. ᅠ ᅠ

(𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, he muses to himself. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵.) How does it feel to hold the remnants of the First Torchforger's legacy?

(Kisses @dawnbearer.bsky.social good morning... while he's still sleeping. A gentle way to wake him up.) Young Master (whispering), I've brought you breakfast.

(The lantern is strongly contemplating dragging Illuga inside of it.)

(Flies into his lantern to rest.)

⠀ ⠀ ﾞ 𝗖𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 ─── My eye? my eye is 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. There’s nothing wrong with hiding one’s body parts from view, it’s the same reason I wear pants, for that matter ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ℒoved by: ismere ⠀

// i have more replies but i'm so tired i think. they will have to wait

"Oh?" Flins waved a hand, not bothering to stifle the chuckle that escaped his lips. "I see. So this is your way of saying you can't get enough of my presence, is it? Well - what I will first say is that your old friend offered you a piece of sage wisdom, indeed." +

// i miss writing reriflins... ngl...

☘︎ ݁˖〃 leaving this for my own reference ☆ please mind you that shipping is not a primary focus, but I am open to talking about it ♡

Ahhhh. Report writing, the bane of his (current) existence. If only he were kissing the young master instead. To him, that was a far more important task in need of urgent attention.

"Oh, my."

// this fic is going to make me END IT ALLLLLLLLLLL AO3 USER VIOMINS WHEN I GET YOU archiveofourown.org/works/793160...

Wandering through the cemetery, his silhouette flickers with the breeze. It is dark, as it always is on Final Night Cemetery - save for the lone lantern he carries in his hand, lifted to spill its azure light on the path ahead. Starshyna Mayakov... your legacy remains here, memorialized...

// love the idea of flins having a soft spot for illuga's cooking because of positive associations just like how xiao likes grilled tiger fish since it reminds him of pervases

(Pinches @dawnbearer.bsky.social's cheek.)

// my opinion on twt rp is that the website sucks as a writing platform and doesn't function properly half the time also, i think it's generally a younger crowd not as interested in properly writing tbh

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝑾HAT ᅠDO ᅠYOU ᅠ𝑻HINKᅠ? ᅠNEED ᅠTO ᅠTHINKᅠ 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙴ᅠ BEFOREᅠ THEᅠ 𝑩ULLETᅠ GOES ᅠTHROUGH ᅠYOUR ᅠ𝑯EADᅠ? ᅠ ᅠ

// they're so stupidly in love i'm going to DESTROY THEM THEY WILL BE CRUSHED IN MY FIST

The hardest battle is between your old habits and your new standards.

Your whole life can be altered by associating with someone. So yes, be selective.

One last time, let's live for something.

// i want to make linnea AND lohen. help

// *bows and leaves for the day*

𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. Illuga's command had an instantaneous effect, the kuuvahki fluctuating wildly about them. How could he disobey his chosen master? No, he could not, and would not. The chains did not relinquish their hold, however. He had a point to prove - one that Illuga did not seem to understand. +

Getting Illuga to eat was worth the sacrifice of pretending to enjoy human food, yes? There were far too many people present in the Great Mead Hall to attempt to discreetly place the pie directly into his lantern's flames. Ahhh. It was not the first time, nor would it be the last. +

// i don't remember if i've posted this before. but hello

Flins happily allowed himself to be pulled snug against his precious human. "Ah, that explains why you're this affectionate today, now doesn't it? Would you like a glass of water to cope with the heat?" He teased.

// leaves this here ✨️

"Why, you ask? It may surprise you to hear this, Young Master, but I am one of the Snowland Fae." He was chuckling, fingers lovingly carding through Illuga's hair. It felt as if it were only yesterday when they were playing their little game of cat and mouse with Flins' identity. +

......... He was about to greet the young master. Truly, he was. Polite and proper, as always, until...... "...?" Taken aback, Flins' eyes widened. Moments later and he was practically melting into the embrace, a terribly fond expression lighting his face as he squeezed back. "Hello to you, too."

"Naturally, you are quite accustomed to working long hours with little sleep. I am well familiar with your mental fortitude, Young Master." Flins scanned the table, examining the food the kitchens had prepared. There was much of the usual fare, and, at the request of the Starshyna, +

The winds changed about him, but he couldn't pinpoint the source, even as he turned his head - no, not until the Anemo Archon himself hung upside down off his shoulders, those lovely eyes carrying the entire sky within them fixated onto him with childlike intrigue. Ah. Flins blinked. +

// last calls

// you know what. pick numbers. i will actually give my hcs today

// anaxa's about to meet god

// i have many replies pending i will get to them slowly over the course of the next few days... just so busy with writing

Flins took the stack of items and carefully examined each one as they walked. "Ah, this one... is for Olav, if I'm not mistaken. And this letter - for Ivar? Hmm, I see." He had half a mind to excuse himself to deliver these items so that Illuga could eat - but knowing the young captain, +

// you should all know that if you write with me i will randomly drop like 5-10+ post long replies on your heads for absolutely no reason

// writing music be back. um. i mean really i should not be back until i'm done but i will explode if i don't write something for rp too so maybe i'll get a reply or two in later

⠀⠀ ⸺ 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗩𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗔, 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖪𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖥𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗎𝗌, 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗍'𝗌 𝗞𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦: 𝖨 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗒 sᴡᴏʀᴅ, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ. ✧ ⠀⠀⠀⠀﹙ #genshinrp #hoyorp ﹚

Just as he suspected. Exasperation crept into his expression, and he allowed it, brows knitting together in concern. A beat later, and they smoothed out once again - as he knew that in a matter of a few mere steps, Illuga would nourish his body. "Then, I hope you are able to fill your stomach +