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OMG I STARTED COOKING MY MEKAMECHANIC FIC THE WEEK BEFORE MEKAMECHANIC WEEK ????? and hana's bday??!

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honestly, this phrase has been on my mind more times than i can count. i've kidnapped it, taken it as a hostage with no ransom money because i need it to live permanently in my head.

i dont remember where i read this but this note i took from a book is a good mini think piece for writing, for character relationship studies & emotional arcs: "beauty being mostly a matter of attention, the river is only beautiful because you are looking at it"

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➜ fandom: genshin impact ➜ content: kaeya x reader, mutual yearning, childhood/old friends, alcohol, nsfw implied, friends with benefits, the one that got away, oneshot, pyro!reader, mild jealousy, banter, intentional lowercase ➜ words: 1k

  ↪ 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚.

       you had started making specialty drinks for angelshare on tuesday nights. you moved back to mondstadt and spent most of your time arranging the furniture in the apartment above lisa’s. If you weren't settling in, you would read on the balcony or have preparatory meetings with jean.

        grandmaster jean had recently appointed you as her medical advisor. years ago, you had been a knight. that was before you went off to sumeru with lisa, a childhood friend, to study.

        you studied field medicine and honed your pyro vision. you did groundbreaking research. you created pyro-infused potions that became long-term solutions for trauma survivors, pioneered sutures that saved hundreds of lives and limbs on the battlefield.

        after the last few years of horrific injuries and tragic deaths, you liked mixing drinks.

you appreciated the simplicity of drunkards like nimrod. you liked to talk to charles, another one of the bartenders, about the weather in the evenings.

        you accepted the gig as a favor to diluc. you owed him a few from years ago, but you considered it a favor to you as well. you liked that your workplace this night wasn’t stained with blood.

        “i’m headed out to clean the tables,” charles said.

        “okay,” you said, not paying much mind.

you reached up onto one of the higher shelves to put back a skinny green bottle of elixir.

        on tuesdays, it was usually the regulars at the tavern. you had come to learn this even in the few weeks you had been back in mondstadt.

        you also learned that could take a breath here. with the impending stress as the new medical advisor for the city, you welcomed a few sips on the tavern's dime.

        you took a small glass vial from her bag, tipping it bottom up into your liquor concoction behind the bar. the vial was a shot of your own creation, one that helped with hangovers too. as you went in for another sip, you heard the movement of a chair as a patron sat down at the counter.

        “what can I get you?” you asked, swallowing and feeling the warmth settle into your chest.

        “what do you recommend these days? i trust you haven’t come all the way from sumeru to not impress your patrons.”

        the familiar, forever-taunting voice made the fire in your chest turn ice.

        “yes,” she said. your tone was still grasping at who was sitting in front of you as you turned to face him. “i do hope i can impress you.”

        “well, that depends. are you free to take a hike to starsnatch cliff?” kaeya asked.

        you felt her face turn red. you remembered being teenagers again, new recruits for the knights together. those days, you would dream up elaborate dares for each other.

        you two always had a case of your beginner potions and kaeya's flask in hand. you would get into trouble all night long and be at training in the morning.

        you had made it to a bed of flowers on starsnatch cliff once, the summer before they never saw each other again. kaeya brought strong tavern wine. you brought your latest experimental enchanted berries. your friendship changed forever that night.

        “when hell freezes over, kaeya,” she said, as calm as you could.

you hardly stifled her embarrassment. you were unsure if the heat in your face was from the liquor settling into your cheeks or your attempts to keep your memories at bay.

        you knew how much he lived to get a reaction from people. once upon a time, you had a foot in front of him in that race.

        “i’m sure with your help, i could make that happen,” he said with a smile.

        “right,” you said.

you reached up onto her tiptoes to grab a goblet from one of the higher shelves in the glassware cabinet.

        “you haven’t grown much,” kaeya said with a laugh.

you could tell from the sing-song of his laugh that he’d been drinking too. you could feel his eyes shamelessly tumble over your body as you reached up.

“would you like some help?”

         “that’s okay,” you said, stubborn as usual.

you set the goblet on the counter in front of him.

“i don’t think master diluc would like you behind the bar.”

        kaeya scoffed, not bothering to hide the roll of his eyes.

        “master?” he drew out. “fancy that. you’re keen on him again.”

        you all but laughed in his face.

        “again,” you repeated. “that was over a decade ago. besides, master diluc is my boss now. i don’t think that would be appropriate.”

        “huh," he said.

he paused for a moment, taking you in your face now too, as if he was tracing over a sketch from his memory with his eyes. you were stricken with the sight of him again too. you couldn't meet his gaze, though. you lingered on the smaller things: the dip in his chin, the long front of his hair that fell over his face.

"you must’ve had a change of heart since i’ve spoken to you last,” kaeya said, tempting your gaze upward to his.

“i didn’t know it bothered you to fraternize with your coworkers.”

        you bit your lip down. whether to keep herself from giggling or snapping at him, you didn’t know. you reasoned it was the wine-mix you'd been drinking that made you end up with a smile, but this denial was familiar to you. to you when every time you were with him.

        “what am I making you?” you asked.

you slid the goblet down to the other end of the bar. you had tall corked bottles lined between the two of you.

        “quite happy,” kaeya said.

his smile looked a little dizzy. his face looked as pink as yours felt, and he leaned into his elbows toward you.

if charles had returned to the bar, you hadn't noticed. the world beyond the space between you didn't seem to exist anymore. like it had always been with kaeya.

        “sure,” kara quipped, a beat late from being lost in the feeling of your reunion. “i can make you a ‘quite happy’.”

        a few pours and shakes later, your new bestselling drink was born. it tasted snappy, and the aftertaste was sweet. indigo glitter danced around in the stillest of glasses.

        when kaeya brought the cup to his mouth for the first time, you felt the warmth in your chest again—like you'd taken a shot from the vial. the drink matched his eyes just right.

"perfect" writing is an opinion anyway. what's perfect to me is deeply flawed to someone else. what's profound to someone else is corny & overused to you.

there is no perfect, there is only what is on the page and who is willing to receive it

"If my book is not perfect then-"

Then what? People will actually discuss it? fill your plotholes with fanfiction and headcanons?

People dont care about perfection. perfection is boring. if your story is perfect people will forget about it. its how we are wired. we remember the strange, the weird and all things left open.

Perfection isnt the goal, interesting is

Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

writing is best when it’s "an inspired plague", writing feeling like work is the kiss of death

-from "on writing", on the idea of enjoying your writing

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

me as a writer