Genshin OC Masterlist

Ivy and Freckle Go On a Date

TW: None- just fluff

Ivy fixed her hat as she waited for Freckle by the Little Daisy Cafe, her sundress was a soft green with darker green embroidery. The cat broke into a smile upon spotting her boyfriend. The ginger tabby looking as anxious as ever as he fiddled with his paws. He wore a dark green waistcoat with a matching bowtie and soft green pants.

"Freckle!" Ivy smiled as she stood up, practically bouncing over to him, her heels clacking against the tiled floor. 

"H-Hello." Freckle mumbled out, his tail whipping behind him as he spotted Ivy. 

"You ready for our date?" Ivy smiled as she gripped his arm. 

"Yeah." Freckle nodded with a soft smile, his tail flicking side to side betraying his excitement. 

"Good." Ivy pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, making his tail bristle as he grew flustered. "Come on!" 

"O-Okay." Freckle followed after her as Ivy dragged him off to a nearby park. The smaller short furred cat sitting down on the grass as she patted the space next to her for Freckle, her thin and wiry tail flicking. 

"Here." Ivy handed him a wrapped sandwich. "I made sure they arn't from the drain this time." Ivy smiled as she took a bite of her own sandwich her tail intertwining with Freckle's. 

"Thank you." Freckle smiled as he leaned against Ivy while eating his sandwich. "Did you make them yourself?" He asked looking over at the chipper girl.

"Yep!" Ivy grinned, "You like them?"

"Yeah." Freckle nodded with a shy smile. "It's very good." His ear flicked idly as he spoke. 

"Glad you like it." Ivy smiled as she finished off her sandwich, her head resting on Freckle's shoulder. Freckle looked down at her flustered as he fiddled with his sandwich, tearing off a corner of the bread. "Your cute when your flustered." Ivy mused as she played with Freckle's tail, her paws batting at the fluffy ginger appendage. 

"Oh- Thank you." Freckle smiled, "You- You are also cute." He mumbled out, looking away as his face grew hot. Ivy giggled at his words, sitting up straight and looking into his eyes with a smile. 

"Thank you." Ivy purred before pecking his cheek. Once again causing Freckle to melt into a puddle of embarrassment and shyness. The ginger tabby hiding his face in his paws, as he tried to regain his lost composure. Ivy let out a soft purr at the sight as she ran her paw through his fur, caressing his cheek. Freckle nearly died inside from the overload of embarrassment, however despite that he couldn't help but let out soft purrs as Ivy brushed his fur. Aside from a few dirty glances from a few "old ones" as Ivy called them the day was uneventful and uninterrupted. "Here." Ivy placed a flower behind Freckle's ear. 

"Oh- Um, Thank you." Freckle looked around, deciding to just take the chance. Freckle plucked a daisy and before he chickened out placed it behind Ivy's ear. "That's for you." Freckle said as he grew more flustered. "It makes you look pretty- not that you weren't already pretty- it's just makes- um- " Freckle decided to shut up as he hid his face in his paws.

"Aw." Ivy purred as she nuzzled close to Freckle. "Don't worry, I think it looks nice." She smiled as she subconsciously touched the daisy, leaning against Freckle as they watched the ducks swim by in the lake. 

Zhongli and Xiao as Creatures :D

I love dragon!Zhongli a normal amount

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you seem like the type of person to have something insane to say about springtrap :(

Of course I am ive seen the art

Lady of the Opera

Meet Lady Furina, Lady of the Focalor Opera House and Egerias Orphanage for Girls. A high standing lady within her circle and known for her kindness and love for tea parties and her siblings, she has a fondness for children and has been donating large amounts of her families wealth to charities.

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Lady Furina of Cartel Teyvat is an interesting woman, rumour has it that she went mad after being subjected to five years of isolation when she was a child… I fully believe those rumours… any of her victim’s that enter her opera house never return sane or alive… sometimes I hear one of her staff mention cleaning blood of the stage… I can only guess what her methods for execution are… worst of all, she is never alone and I never have a good hit, she is always with the director of her Orphanage or with one of her siblings… some of her subordinates refer to her “interrogations” as performances or puppet shows… I truly wish to never witness what happens on that stage.

Fellas I have an announcement

In adopting Boothill and Aventurine, they are now my children. My sons. And they will receive head-pats, therapy and sliced fruit.

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Happy Birthday Scaramouche + Tianfeng and Chernila art

Happy Birthday Xiao (best boy)

It’s you, despite everything it’s still you…

Happy Birthday Miko!

Zhongli and Xiao as Creatures :D

Navia Fanart :D

Mr. Zhongli of Morax Casino

Meet Mr. Zhongli, owner of Morax Casino, and Wangsheng Funeral Parlour. A high standing business man with two children whose mother(s) are a mystery. He is very close with the rest of his siblings, and is by far the oldest of them all.

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Zhongli… he is a businessman through and through, the contract maker of the cartel. It could be for any of his siblings divisions, and yet he will be the one to oversee the contract and organise the deal. His children always a step behind him. I truly do not know where his children came from, nor do I know their names, the girl is eccentric and wears a butterfly mask. While the boy almost never speaks and wears a monster for a mask. He is a true mystery… the rumours spread are all nonsense, and sometimes I wonder if he spread them just to confuse… I mean who could imagine him fornicating with the youngest member of the Fatui Harbringers…? That’s unheard of.

Introducing Ivy to Nina

Freckle meets Ruby (Ivy's dad)

Tw: None :>

Freckle's tail twitched with anxiety as he stood outside his home. He had smoothed out his fur, and worn his mother's favorite suit jacket. It took all of his energy to flatten his bristling fur, in the corner of his eye he could see his silver furred cousin Rocky from the bushes. The cat offered him one of his signature manic grins of support. Now don't get him wrong. He loved his mother... but he was also mortified that she would be unapproved of his girlfriend. Ivy. Ivy stood tall next to him, her beautiful gray fur glowing silver in the moonlight. She wore a loose pastel green layered dress that went down to below her knees, with a matching green cloche hat. Her long thin wiry tail intertwined with his soothingly, as she fixed her hair. 

"Honey, are you alright?" Her sweet voice cutting through his worrisome thoughts. "You know I can always meet your mother some other time right?" Her piercing yellow stare looking into his eyes. "If your worried-"

"N-No." Freckle shook his head, his ear twitching. "I can do this. It's okay." Swallowing a lump in his throat he knocked on the door. The few seconds waiting for his mother to open the door felt like crawling through hell itself. As each second ticked by he could feel his skin prickle and fur bristle, fear clawing its way up his neck. 

"Calvin?" His mother opened the door, her hair tied back into a tight bun as she smoothened out her skirt. Her small ginger stature sent shivers up his spine. "Who's that you got with you?" She narrowed her eyes, fixing her glasses as she looked Ivy up and down. "You better not be getting hanky panky with her Calvin." (I don't know 1920's slang :'<) Nina's tail swished. 

"What? No Mother." Freckle shook his head, "I- I uh... I'm courting her? Yeah... I wanted you to meet her Mother." He fiddled with his paws, his anxiety eating him alive as his mother inspected Ivy. Earlier both he and Rocky had briefed Ivy on how to act and talk around his mother. Well actually Freckle did most of the briefing while Rocky screamed poetry about how to avoid angering "the wrath and fury that is the woman of ginger fur and short stature." Whatever that meant. 

"What's your name?" Nina asked as she finally let the couple inside. Her brilliant yellow eyes analyzed Ivy and her son as they walked in. Nina had to admit, the girl seemed like a sweet one. Large yellow eyes and soft gray fur, the young cat held herself up with an air of upper class, her thin and wiry body graceful and stunning.

"My name is Ivy. Ivy Pepper. Mrs. McMurray." Ivy smiled as she stepped inside, holding her purse in her hand as she smiled. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Ma'am."

"Hmph." Nina frowned. "Would you like some tea Ms. Pepper?" Nina asked as she poured three cups of tea. 

"Yes Ma'am." Ivy smiled, sitting down next to Freckle. 

"How did you meet my son Ivy?" Nina asked as she sipped her tea. Her eyes were cold as she analyzed every one of Ivy's moves as if to find a single blunder. 

"W-We met at a cafe." Freckle offered, twisting their meeting into a less… scandalous version of events. 

"Did she start courting you?" Nina asked wryly, her tail lashing. 

"N-No." Freckle shook his head. "I approached her first..." That was a blatant lie, but alas if they wanted this to work they had to. "She was... uh... drinking tea... and she looked like a nice young woman so I asked to speak to her for a bit." 

"Hmph." Nina narrowed her eyes. "I suppose you do seem like a nice young lady Ms.Pepper." Nina closed her eyes as she sipped her tea. “What does your family do for work?” (I dont actually know what he works as so I’ll just pretend he's also a mine owner)

“My father owns a quarry, a little out of Kansas City, currently I’m going to college.” Ivy prattled off, her happy chipper voice polite as usual. “Anything else Ma’am?”

“I suppose. I shall consider this arrangement then.” Nina hummed, “Now Ms. Pepper, if you could wait outside for a moment I must discuss it with my son.” 

“Yes Ma’am.” Ivy smiled, her heels clacking against the floor as she left the room. Freckle almost cried at the sight of Ivy’s slender tail vanishing behind the door, leaving him to answer his mother’s questions.  

“So what do you think, Mother?” Freckle asked as he wrung his tail in his paws. Worried thoughts ran through his head; What if Ivy was too straightforward? What if her manners were off? What if his mother didn't like her? However his worried thoughts were interrupted by his mother’s booming voice. 

“Stop messing with your tail Calvin. You'll ruin your fur.” Nina finished sipping her tea. “I suppose the girl is soft spoken. A good woman for you Calvin.” Nina folded her hands in her lap. 

“You like her?” Freckle’s ears pricked in excitement. 

“Now wait there Calvin.” Nina raised a paw, “I do quite like this young lady, however I do not know if she is the right fit for you.” Upon the sight of Freckles' dejectedness, Nina rubbed her temple. “However, I will give her time, Calvin.” She looked at her son. “And if she proves to be fit, I give you my blessing.” It took all of Freckles' self control to not jump for joy. 

“Thank you Mother.” Freckle beamed, his tail swishing side to side in excitement. 

“Yes. Yes Calvin.” Nina waved a hand, “Have you met her papa yet?”

“Errrrr… yep. He’s a little busy but I managed to speak with him over the phone.” Freckle lied with a smile, praying to the heavens that his mother wouldn't catch that lie.  

“Good. Remember no hanky panky until after marriage.” Nina waved a finger at her son. “Understood? I want no such godless behavior under my roof.”

“Yes Mother.” Freckle smiled, scurrying out of the room, practically quivering with excitement to tell Rocky and Ivy the news. Nina sat down in her chair chuckling. 

“That’s a good one Calvin.” She wiped her hands on her apron watching as Freckle ran over to the car where Ivy was waiting for him. 

“Goodbye Mrs. McMurray.” Ivy called out curtseying to the older cat from outside as she entered the vehicle. “So how did I do?” Ivy asked once Rocky managed to drive the car a few blocks away from the house. “Did I pass?”

“She approves!” Freckle beamed. 

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If Only She Had a Quince... (Boothill angst comic)

Ghost hates Roosters (GhostSoap)

Tw: Swearing, use of Ghost's and Soap's real names, fluff

“Johnny, you feed the hens yet?” Ghost asked as he carried the potato’s into the barn while Soap milked the cows that lived within the barn's red walls. “No, not yet. Is yer turn anyway.” Soap chuckled, blowing Ghost a kiss as he finished milking the last cow. “Ah don’t wanna deal with yer rooste’.” Soap smiled picking up the milk bucket as he patted the cow's backside with one hand. “Yer know that bird hates mah guts M’eudail.” Soap smiled, kissing Ghost's cheek as he walked past. “Hmph. Fine I’ll feed the hens today.” Ghost chuckled as he set down the sack of potatoes, picking up the basket full of the chicken feed. “I’m only doin this because I love you Johnny.” Ghost waved a finger at his husband. “Ah doubt yer would let yer beloved hens starve Simon.” Soap snickered. “Yer love those critters te death.”

“I suppose.” Ghost nodded, as he exited the barn, walking over to the chicken coop where the hens had already gathered. Ghost smiled as the chickens flocked around him, letting out annoyed chirps and squawks of offense at being fed later than usual. “Relax you feathery bastards.” Ghost laughed as the chickens angrily flocked him. Ghost hummed as he sprinkled the chicken feed all over the coop. The hens scattering to go eat their fill. The sounds of annoyed squawking died down as the creatures had their fill. The feathered creatures going back to roaming the coop or sitting in their nests once they had their fill. After making sure the hens were fed, Ghost moved on to the roosters. Quite frankly Ghost didn't quite like the roosters and the roosters didn't like him. However the roosters loved Soap, they were never aggressive with the smaller scottish man, however they would always try to tear out Ghost’s eye sockets. Deciding against entering the rooster house Ghost just threw the chicken feed through the mesh walls. “Feed you insufferable bastards.” However upon spotting Ghost on the other side of the wall a rooster attempted to attack him. “You violent creatures.” Ghost grumbled retreating back to the barn where he found his husband sorting through potatoes. “Alright Johnny, you are feeding the roosters. I hate them and they hate me.” “Simon yer overreactin’ them rooster’s are sweet.” Soap chuckled, “An don say yer hate em. Yer gonna hurt their feelin’s.” “Those bloody cocks don’t have feelings!” Ghost growled sitting down next to Soap, “One of em tried to claw my eyes out.” “Yer over exaggerate so much M'eudail.” Soap chuckled leaning against Ghost. “Der roosters are nice yer just don’t get along with ‘em.” “They don't get along with me.” Ghost scowled as he helped Soap clean the potatoes. “Whatever yer say Mo chridhe.” Soap laughed at the pout on Ghost’s face. “Ah still think yer just bein mean ter der poor roosters, maybe that's why they hate yer.” “Can’t believe you take their side, love.” Ghost huffed, “those things are bloody monsters.” “Maybe that’s why they don’t like yer.” Soap rolled his eyes. “Yer keep callin em monster’s and vermin.” “I’ve never called them vermin. But that’s a good way to describe them.” Ghost replied, glancing at his husband. “Ah m’ just sayin, maybe if yer didn hurt they feelin maybe they'd like yer better.” Soap chuckled. “Maybe they should just stop being pricks.” Ghost growled as he stabbed a potato. Soap laughed at his husband's antics. “Maybe yer should be the bigger person and just befriend the roosters?” Soap suggested with a grin, eagerly waiting for his husband's grumbly response. “I don’t want to be the bigger person.” Ghost hunched over angrily stabbing the potatoes. “…right. An remin me who’s the human in this situation?” Soap asked teasingly. “…me.” “An who has to be the bigger person?” Soap asked again. “…me.” Ghost groaned in annoyance.