mamichigo

[mamichigo]

Hi enstars followers…. My good friend… my. Dear friend @mamichigo posted the sickest rtiz fic for the enstars big bang like …. Almost 3 weeks ago and it's the best thing I've ever read if you like Sakura Ritsu and Sena Izumi READ THIS IMMEDIATELY cause even if u don't ship them I really like how she characterizes them and you should give the fic a chance immediately !!!!! and the scene this picture is of is my favorite so far but I won't explain what's going on cause thatd be a spoiler hahahsehehhe u gotta read it to find out

I forgot to say the name of the fic it's "chasing afterimages"

#sena izumi #sakuma ritsu #ritsuizu #enstars #throwing myself into an acid pit

[mamichigo]

"What a lovely thing he was in the sunlight, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Ritsu splayed his fingers, seeking to touch Izumi’s, so close to his—to touch his warmth, to be scorched by it. Ritsu never knew the sunlight could be so gentle."

I'm the illustrator for the very talented @mamichigo for her fic, Chasing afterimages! If you like Vampires, Izuritsu, and Angst with a happy ending, this fic is for you, go check it out~

Thanks to @enstarsbb for allowing this collaboration!

#enstars #izuritsu #dipping myself in acid ill never cease loving this

[mamichigo]

I was finally able to play and finish tears of the kingdom and my first thought is that I really want to write a longer fic for my god of time link/revalink fic lmao

#mandy.txt

[mamichigo]

izuritsu soulmate au but they're not each other's soulmates

what if marks change depending on what happens between soulmates and izumi's (his soulmate being leo) has a crack/scar right through it and izumi considers the ugliest part of himself, especially bc "it exposes he's a shitty soulmate and prob shouldn't be with anyone in a romantic sense"

izumi's soulmark is on the juncture of his shoulder and neck, right where ritsu would normally try to bite people, and Izumi flinches away from him every time, but it's not bc of the bite. ritsu quietly asking izumi to let him see. he won't touch it, he promises, he simply wants to see izumi where he's most vulnerable

and at first it stays like this, with ritsu content with having exclusive right to see all of izumi, including the soulmark izumi hates so much. ritsu won't touch it, he won't soil it, he won't interfere in their relationship at all. but the more ritsu looks at it, the more frustrated—no, the angrier he gets

he shouldn't be this possessive, izumi doesn't belong to him, they aren't each other's. but he wants to bite him there, leave a mark of his own, a scar, something that says that izumi is his just as much as he was leo's in the past

basically both izumi and ritsu not working it out with their respective soulmates due to codependency, therefore being afraid of getting close to each other in the same way. if you even care.

#izumi sena #ritsu sakuma #izuritsu #enstars #scenarios #my writing

[mamichigo]

I might as well just post my izuritsu shit here..... for the two flies on the wall who are paying attention...........

#mandy.txt

[mamichigo]

MY GOD IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE OAAARHG (trying to find the two other people who ship izuritsu)

#mandy rambles

[mamichigo]

WELCOME TO THE CYHAINO TUMBLR ACCOUNT

For your source of all things cyhaino; fics, art, meta, gifs, cosplay, edits, headcanons etc.

This is a not spoiler free, leak and discourse free place so please feel free to follow and browse through the blog. 😊 🌱⚖

tag list is here

links are here

#YEEHAW PARDNER

[mamichigo]

Welcome to Cyhaino Exchange, an event to celebrate Alhaitham and Cyno's relationship in all its forms! Apps are now open 🧡☀️

What’s an exchange?

An event where you’ll create a gift for someone and get one yourself. Works and creators stay a secret until the day of the reveal!

Schedule:

May 08 ~ May 18 | Apps are open

May 19 | Apps close @ 00:00 EST

May 22 | Match-ups sent

May 22 ~ Jun. 30 | Creation period

Jun. 30 | Works are submitted to the mod

Jul. 10 | Works posted and revealed

Discord server:

Since the exchange is also being held on Twitter, our “main hub” we’ll be Discord. We’ll have a server to communicate with each other, plus assignments, check-ins and the preliminary submission (June 30) will all be done through DMs on Discord. You can’t use Discord for any reason? Don’t worry, you’ll still be able to participate, you only need to inform how I can reach you for the course of the event!

All participants will receive an invite to the server after signing up.

General rules:

There are no distinctions between dynamics, therefore whether the work is haino or cytham will not be screened. If you have an issue with that, please don't apply for the exchange.

All works must be Cyhaino-centered.

This is a SFW event, so graphic content is not allowed.

Promoting bigotry will get you banned from the event.

All works must be original and created specifically for this event. They also should be finished pieces.

You must post your work to either Tumblr or Twitter on the reveal date.

Writers must write at least 1,5k words, in comprehensive English. Artists must have a finished, fully colored piece (sketches and rough drawings are out of question).

Detailed guidelines and application form are both linked in the blog’s description. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me.

#haino #events #yeehaw pardners

[mamichigo]

hey hey!! I'm gonna do a sfw haino/cytham exchange over on Twitter, and I was wondering if there's anyone over here on Tumblr that would also like the event to be held on this side!! consider this a mini interest check

#cytham #haino #either way you can still participate if ur not on twitter #the diff is only whether I'll have a dedicated blog for it here or not!

[mamichigo]

// (pride & prejudice au)

+

"It's a waste to come all the way from Sumeru to Fontaine only to brood in a corner," Cyno says in greeting to the unsociable man with a scowl weighing on his features. He tacks a bow as well, though there's little about his approach that can be considered polite.

Somehow, the man's mood sours further. His frown is so deep his eyebrows are almost touching. He crosses his arms as he appraises Cyno.

"What is or isn't a waste of my time is no one's business but my own," he replies. His voice is as cold as the blue glint in his eyes. "What do I owe the honor of your interruption, Sir...?"

"Just Cyno is fine. Given your manners, I didn't expect you to bother with introductions."

"How you can judge my manners when this is the first time we've talked is beyond me."

Cyno wouldn't tell this man, but he had watched him flatly ignore Nilou's invitation for a dance, and the lack of response had told Cyno everything he needed to know. Nilou, of course, had brushed the issue aside, but Cyno was rarely so forgiving.

"A name warrants the same in response, don't you think?" Cyno points out.

The man sighs deeply. "Alhaitham. Though I doubt the name is needed, I was just about to leave. If you'll excuse me, my friend--"

"--Is currently busy dancing with my friend."

Alhaitham searches the crowd within the ballroom, and certainly sees the same as Cyno: Nilou beaming widely as she dances with a tall, blond man.

"I don't think he'll come to your rescue any time soon." Cyno smiles, all teeth.

Alhaitham mutters something under his breath, lost to the laughter of the crowd.

"So?" He gestures invitingly (but not without condescension). "What do you want from me?"

"How about a dance," he suggests. This is the most fitting revenge Cyno can think to enact. "Unless, of course, you haven't been educated on the dance of this nation. I wouldn't want to embarrass you in front of all these people."

A scoff is the only warning Cyno gets before he's grabbed by the waist and pulled much closer than he ever imagined getting to this man. Alhaitham leads without a single question, leaving Cyno to fall into step with him before he trips on his own feet. Cyno glares up at his dancing partner.

"You're not half bad," Alhaitham says.

"Are you always such an insufferable jerk?"

"I could ask the same of you."

They spin around the room in perfect synchrony with the song and the other pairs. Cyno considers stepping on Alhaitham's toes a few times, but his self-righteous rage is melting away, and now he feels all too silly at once. He doesn't make eye contact with Alhaitham.

"I must ask," Alhaitham speaks up, "what did I do to warrant your ire? I'm used to being disliked, though not ever without opening my mouth first."

"I didn't peg you as someone who enjoys small talk."

"You don't know me at all, Cyno."

He can't deny that. All Cyno knew was that this man had treated other attendees poorly by simply ignoring their existence.

"Don't speak, then," Alhaitham decides. "I enjoy an enigma. I'm sure the mystery will far worthier of my time than any party my friend deigns necessary we attend."

"You could just refuse his invitations, couldn't you?"

Alhaitham shakes his head, his mouth quirking up. "There's no arguing with Kaveh sometimes."

Cyno stares at his expression for far too long, as if entranced.

What a waste; a smile suits Alhaitham much better, and he wastes his looks with his poor attitude.

All too soon, the song comes to an end. Cyno hadn't felt time pass at all, his body light even as he danced. He had been perfectly supported by Alhaitham's hands, he realizes.

"One song was all I promised," Cyno says as he stumbles out of Alhaitham's arms.

"You said no such thing," he rebuts.

"Then I said it now. Goodbye, Alhaitham." He dips into a bow. "May I never have to see your sour face again."

Alhaitham returns the gesture. "May I never suffer under the attack of your temper again. Give your friend my regards."

With that, he is gone. Whether to find a drink or the nearest exit, Cyno doesn't know, nor does he care.

Nilou strays to his side, Kaveh right behind her.

"Are you having fun?" She asks sincerely.

Cyno finds himself scanning the crowd despite himself, though there's no glimpse of gray hair amongst the crowd. He shakes his head.

"No, I'm not," he lies through his pounding heart.

#cyno #alhaitham #cytham #haino #genshin impact #drabbles #my writing

[mamichigo]

Autor pretende trazuzir suas obras?

Oi oi! Olha, pra ser sincera não tenho plano pra isso não (mais pq seria o dobro do trabalho pra algo q n sei se vai vingar). Se tenho outros BRs q gostariam de ler minhas fics em pt, posso pensar no caso!

#asks #haruma-gostadebl #basicamente n é impossível #mas no momento é improvável #fico pensando q tenho 120 fics no ao3 e isso é sem contar com todas as minifics q eu posto nas minhas redes sociais.....

[mamichigo]

It doesn't take long for Cyno to find Alhaitham across the tavern. He's a strange sight amongst the cluster of chattering people; a lone figure huddled in the corner, nursing an empty cup as if contemplating the universe. It's not often the Akademiya personnel get together like this, but not even Cyno is alone. He's flanked by two of his fellow Matra, each with an awkward grimace on their faces (Cyno wouldn't tell them, but that reaction is exactly why he even bothers telling jokes). 

Although not unexpected, it's still odd to see Alhaitham all by himself. Not many people know him to begin with, and the ones who now recognize him as the Acting Grand Sage are too intimidated to approach.

If Cyno's being honest, it's a bit pathetic.

He murmurs a quick farewell and departs from his subordinates' side, beelining to the almost empty table. It's only when Cyno taps the table and Alhaitham feels the vibration of it that he notices Cyno's presence. Alhaitham is quick to press a button on his headphones, though not without wincing when the flood of sound assaults his ears.

"What do I owe the pleasure, General?" He drawls, just the hint only a slur on his tongue.

Cyno raises his eyebrows as he sits across from him.

"You didn't have to come if you really didn't want to," he comments. "I feel awkward just looking at you sitting by yourself."

Alhaitham blinks once, twice, then shrugs.

"I was invited," he explains simply. "You told me to come."

"I don't remember doing anything of the sort."

Alhaitham looks down at his cup, belatedly realizing it's been empty for awhile now and finally flags a waiter for another drink. Then, he stares up at Cyno and tilts his head.

(Cyno can see the gears turning in his head; they're surprisingly slow today.)

"Lesser Lord Kusanali told me," he starts, "that you said it would be good if I participated. So I am. Participating."

Oh, there was something like that, wasn't there? Cyno had idly said that if it was an Akademiya event, then the Acting Grand Sage should be there. Though, to imagine that Alhaitham would come just for that...

"Are you alright....?" He asks. 

"Better now that you're here."

They watch each other for awhile. Cyno hears someone laughing loudly—a glance tells him it's Kaveh conversing with Faruzan. So that's where the architect went, though it doesn't fully explain what the hell Alhaitham is doing all alone.

Another moment. Alhaitham's words land five seconds too late, and Cyno opens and closes his mouth like a fish.

"...Excuse me?"

"You wanted me to come, so I'm here," Alhaitham explains again, this time slower, like he's talking to a kid.

It only then occurs to Cyno that Alhaitham is more drunk than he looks.

"Right," he murmurs, suddenly at a loss. "Why didn't you approach me, then?"

"You looked busy. You were talking." Alhaitham hums to himself. The waiter briefly interrupts their talk; he sips on his new drink, a strange look in his eyes. "...You were smiling."

"So?"

"I like watching you smile."

Cyno's heart does a disconcerting maneuver in his chest.

"If you had approached me, I would've made time for you," Cyno admits. He doesn't have the excuse of alcohol to be this open, but the intent way with which Alhaitham watches him leaves Cyno unable to be anything other than painfully sincere.

"Would you?"

"Of course."

Then... Then Alhaitham smiles. Not a smirk, nor a sneer. There's no arrogance or smugness in it, no scheming, no unfathomable plan. It's the sort of pure glee Cyno never expected to see on that stony face.

If his heart was going wild before, it's now doing full on acrobatics. Cyno looks around, but no one is paying attention to them. He offers up a hand to Alhaitham, who readily encloses it within both his palms. After a moment of thought, he kisses Cyno's knuckles.

"I missed you," he whispers. "You were in Mondstadt, then you were busy, and then…"

He shakes his head. Cyno inhales through the hitch in his breath.

"Alhaitham," he calls, quiet and reverent. "Come here?"

And Alhaitham does; readily, trustingly. It's exhilarating, it's terrifying. When he reaches for Alhaitham's cheek, his fingers tremble. He kisses the corner of his mouth as a confession. "I missed you too."

Cyno glances at the half filled cup still on the table. This isn't the timing, not yet.

But it could be.

"Take a walk with me,"  Cyno orders, because he'll lose his nerve otherwise.  "The night air will do you some good."

Alhaitham doesn't give it any thought. Like it's second nature, he says, "I'd go anywhere with you."

It should scare him. He wasn't meant to be loved this fiercely. Not like this. But something settles within him, his heart stills, and he knows.

He knows this is it.

As soon as they step out, it'll be just the two of them together, nothing else will matter.

Cyno squeezes Alhaitham's hand a little tighter and leads them outside.

#alhaitham #cyno #haino #cytham #genshin impact #drabbles #my writing

[mamichigo]

wait I'm pretty sure I'm behind on one drabble here fucking goddammit.......

#mandy.txt

[mamichigo]

image of me politely not engaging with an interpretation of a character from my shows which i do not agree with and find to be in slightly poor taste

#other #yeah

[mamichigo]

`{/ Yullen/AreKan 🌸 お花見祭り }  flower viewing fes.

It’s very short notice, but let’s hold a small hanami for April, as we should be leaving flashback this chapter or the next~

For each week of April, we will feature a flower and its meaning, or you may instead choose one of the word themes for that week to create a piece of artwork, fanfic, cosplay, etc, anything, to celebrate the relationship between  Allen Walker and Kanda Yuu from D.Gray-man.

This event is designed for busy adults, so unlike a day for every prompt, this gives you a whole week for one or two submissions per week~ You can submit any day of the week (Sunday is a good day).

(of course, you are free to base your work on your own research of the themes!)

During any day in April, you may also instead choose one of these alternative flowers to create something about, as the free / “bouquet day”:

Please submit entries to the main tag on social media: #Yullen Flower Fes (tumblr) | #Yullen & #YullenFlowerFes (twitter/insta/FB)

(please send it to us in messages if it doesn’t appear in search/tags or is on insta/FB | yes late entries are accepted lmao) (header edited from mamichigo with permission)

{ twitter | discord | ask }  

PLEASE BOOST~ even if you can’t participate, THANK YOU! <3

#events #yullen #I'm giving a hand with this!!! #I'm thinking I'm gonna participate at least once as well hehe

[mamichigo]

His subordinates are just as surprised as him when they cross paths at the road leading up to Alhaitham's house. Cyno has just returned from a mission, weary from the travel, but the unexpected encounter awakens all his senses back into full alert. He eyes the Matra who was just about to cross the threshold to Alhaitham's home (the door left ajar, although Alhaitham is nowhere in sight).

It doesn't take much thought to figure out that something is wrong. "What's the situation," he demands, leaving no room for discussion.

The Matra look at each other, none of them willing to speak up. After a few beats of awkward shuffling and terse silence, Cyno's demeanor grows colder.

"Tell me what brought all of you here," he says, chillingly quiet. "That's an order."

The Matra stand straighter. A woman--the person lingering at the door, as well as one the bravest among his subordinates--takes a step forward. She can't quite meet his eyes.

"The Grand Scribe has been reported missing for... quite awhile now. The Matra were asked to take over the case just this morning."

Cyno stares at her. His tongue feels numb, his fingers grow cold.

"...Alhaitham?"

It's obvious who they meant. No one else holds that title. But Cyno needs to hear the name, needs that last bit of confirmation. The Matra nods her head, and the rest look away from them, a pained wince escaping them.

"Who assigned you the mission?"

"The Dendro Archon herself. Lesser Lord Kusanali had wanted to wait for your return, but the situation was growing urgent so..." She trails off. Even her seems to run out of words for him.

Cyno clenches his fists, and takes a step forward. His feet are surprisingly steady. When he's sure his legs won't buckle, Cyno marches past all the frozen Matra, past the door, and into the unwelcoming silence of that familiar house.

A building doesn't change when its occupants are absent, and yet Cyno feels like he's wandering through a completely different place. There are no signs of Alhaitham; no half finished books on the couch, no dirty mugs at the table. His absence is tangible, and it's already settling on top of his breastbone. It robs him of his breath for a long minute.

"What are the current theories?" Cyno forces himself to ask. "Kidnapping? Assassination? He could also be fleeing from a crime."

"That's the thing, we... don't know."

Cyno pauses in his inspection of the living room. He turns to the Matra watching him and narrows his eyes.

"Explain yourself."

"The Dendro Archon tried to get in contact with him. Uhm, with her powers. She can't reach him."

She couldn't reach him. The Dendro Archon can connect with the mind of any Sumeru citizen. Yet, she couldn't reach him.

That isn't possible,unless the person is no longer--

Nahida should be able to talk to him. Alhaitham was--

Cyno's heart slows to a crawl. He's painfully aware of the sound of his own breathing.

"What's the list of suspects." Electricity sparks around him, shocking the tip of his fingers. Cyno can't feel the pain of it.

"We don't know! We don't know anything! General Mahamatra--""

"I'll deal with this myself," he growls, voice not entirely his own, "get out."

She watches him, chin raised defiantly. Her mouth hangs open, as if she still has something to say. At the end, no words are uttered, and she storms out of the house with tears in her eyes.

He paces through the house, mind racing. If there was a sign, a clue, anything-- he needed to find it. He needed to *think*. Alhaitham would know how to leave a message behind, if this was planned at all. It was unlikely that man would ever be caught unaware. He'd never disappear without a trace. There had to be something--

Then suddenly, a distant memory. Something that felt like a different life altogether now. Whispered again his forehead like a blessing: "If you get lost in the desert, you should look at the stars."

Without fail, Alhaitham would always repeat these words whenever Cyno left for a mission. All this time, he had thought of it as a nonsensical prayer.

Cyno rushes to the library, heart in his throat. Look at the stars. He gazes upwards.

The ceiling is decorated with the traced lines of constellations, Lupus Aerus at the very center. Nestled among its strokes, there are small scribbles engraved into the stone. A mix of the scripts of the Abyss, the old Desert language, and current day Sumerian.

Something that couldn't even begin to be deciphered by anyone other than a well studied linguist.

Something that couldn't be read by anyone other than Cyno.

There, clear as day, it says: "We'll see each other again." For the first time that morning, Cyno inhales a full lungful of air. He closes his eyes for a moment, forcing his muscles to relax. Cyno takes exact five seconds to savor his relief. Then, he's off. The Matra watch, bewildered, as he walks right past them.

"He's not dead," Cyno declares firmly. "Inform the Dendro Archon I've taken over the mission and I'm currently in search of the Grand Scribe. This takes absolute priority. All other missions--"

"General," that woman interrupts, her gaze unyielding. "Are you sure?"

"...All other missions shall be in your hands. Unless there's an emergency, I won't be coming back until the Scribe is found." He nods towards her. "He's not dead. Are we clear?"

"Of course, General." She smiles a little. "Good luck. May the stars guide you."

The similarity of her words is haunting. Cyno swallows the lump in his throat.

"They will," he whispers.

#cyno #alhaitham #cytham #haino #genshin impact #drabbles #my writing

[mamichigo]

Cyno has been watching the scene unfold for quite awhile now, though he's no less confused than he was five minutes ago. Alhaitham, unaware of his gaze, continues to chat with the two little kids hanging off his frame. Ah, make that three. There's a girl, smaller than the other two boys, valiantly attempting to climb up Alhaitham's leg.

"What's this word?" One of the older kids asks, peering over Alhaitham's shoulder with two little arms wrapped around his neck.

Alhaitham pauses his reading, eyes scanning back to the word the boy just pointed at.

"'Bewildering', it means confusing or difficult to understand."

"Oh, oh, I get it!" The other boy exclaims. "That's just like you! Mister, you're be...be..."

"Bewildering."

"Be will daring!"

"Hm. Your pronunciation is a little off, but your effort to break the word down to more familiar sounds is admirable," Alhaitham nods solemnly.

"Yeah, I didn't get any of that, Mister."

The two boys laugh as if Alhaitham just told them the greatest joke known to men. The little girl, clueless as to what's happening around her, breaks into a toothy grin and claps at them.

It's bizarre to watch. Alhaitham doesn't get along with most people, and Cyno never pictured him to be patient with kids. And yet, here he is: somehow, he hasn't even made a sarcastic quip this entire time.

(If Paimon saw him now, she'd surely have a few words for him.)

"What's going on here?" Cyno finally asks, curiosity winning over him.

Alhaitham doesn't seem surprised to see him.

"They were looking for Candace," he says. "I'm just a convenient substitute. Are your meetings done?"

"For the time being. We've only just started to formulate a plan on how to make the passage between the desert and the rainforest safer, but..." He sighs. "It's only the start, there's still a lot to be done. Oh, and Candace stayed behind to talk to Dehya. I'm afraid she'll be awhile."

The children (who had been not-so-subtly paying attention to their conversation) all deflate in unison. Alhaitham raises his eyebrows at the boys.

"You heard the General Mahamatra. It seems you'll have to find something else to do for the rest of the day."

The two of them grumble as they jump off of Alhaitham's shoulders and stalk to a corner to whisper amongst themselves. Cyno tunes them out as a gesture of goodwill. He doesn't need to scare the villagers any more than he already does.

"And this one?" Cyno crouches by the little girl, smiling when she beams up at him.

"Too young to speak much, as far as I can tell. It seems she was attracted by the commotion the boys were making."

"I'll help you find her caretakers later." Cyno gently sits by her side, allowing the girl to tug at his hair. "Sorry I've made you come all this way with me."

"I don't mind. For now, I'm the closest thing the Akademiya has to a representative, excluding the Dendron Archon herself. I'm sure you understand it's a little too soon for her to be the face of the rainforest around here."

Cyno nods absentmindedly. He scrunches up his nose when a strong tug stings at his scalp. Is he supposed to let her continue, or chastise her for hurting him? Is it even okay to chastise someone else's kid? He's not sure. For now, he settles for prying her fingers off his hair.

"Everything alright?" Alhaitham asks, smiling with amusement. "It looks like you're in quite the heated battle, General."

"If you can tell, then give me a hand."

"Me?" Alhaitham held a hand to his chest. "I wouldn't know the first thing about helping with children."

"I can't tell whether you're lying or not sometimes," Cyno huffs. "I'd hand off this one to you, but it looks like you're already in demand."

He raises his chin towards the two boys, currently waving to get Alhaitham's attention.

"Are you going?"

Alhaitham hums. "Do you think I should go?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Well, I don't have any particular reason to go, and I still would like to finish my book. But if the General says I should go, then I will."

The girl coos at him and pats his cheeks. She could probably see him blush. Somehow, it's a lot more embarrassing to be seen like this by a child, so Cyno resolutely looks away.

"You should go play with them and lose at whatever game they've come up with," he jokes, hoping to disperse the charged air between them.

Alhaitham seems to ponder his words for a moment before closing his book and crouching by Cyno.

"I've recently found out there's very little I wouldn't do to make you happy," he declares, as monotone as one would talk about the weather.

"Testing the limits of that hypothesis is a good enough pastime, at the very least. I'm off then."

He gently lays a hand on Cyno's head, then pinches the little girl's cheek. Cyno watches him walk away, mouth agape.

And as Alhaitham "loses" in a race against two kids, Cyno looks down at his little partner, grinning despite himself.

"He really is be will daring, don't you think?"

She happily gurgles her agreement.

#cyno #alhaitham #cytham #haino #genshin impact #drabbles #my writing