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waiting for the day to spite yall and put mdni in my bio😈

today (27 Jan) is International Holocaust Memorial Day, so I've compiled a list of charities you can donate to which help to preserve European Jewish culture as well as supporting living Jewish communities, especially in Eastern Europe, as a way to honour victims of the Holocaust both by preserving their memory and by supporting the European Jewish communities that the Nazis aimed to destroy.

- YIVO; founded in Vilne, Lithuania in 1925 and now based in New York, is one of the largest organisations for the preservation and education of Yiddish, as well as hosting the largest archive of Eastern European Jewish materials (23 million items) - including many which were rescued from Nazi book-burning by Jewish resistance. It is the ONLY prewar Jewish library and archive to have survived the Holocaust.

- World Jewish Relief, formed during the Holocaust by the UK Jewish community to aid the evacuation of German Jews. The majority of their modern day work focuses on aiding vulnerable Jewish communities in Eastern Europe. They also provide aid to refugees, disabled and elderly people, and respond to international disasters across the world.

- The Yiddish Book Centre hosts an online archive of hundreds of digitised Yiddish books (many with translations), as well as a video oral history archive with 1000+ Jewish people of all ages and backgrounds telling their own stories, many in Yiddish (with subtitles). They also train new Yiddish translators and run lectures, education programs, film screenings, music festivals, and the world's first Yiddish museum.

- The Together Plan supports post-Soviet Jewish communities, especially in Belarus due to the current instability there. As well as supporting Jewish communities with aid, education, and community building; they also record and translate Holocaust testimonies, preserve Jewish graveyards, and run education on Jewish Belarus.

- The European Jewish Cemeteries Initiative works to preserve and restore Jewish cemeteries, particularly in countries whose Jewish populations were decimated by the Holocaust, which left cemeteries to be vandalised and fall into decay. This is an important act in honouring the dignity of the dead, as well as witnessing and preserving the presence of lost European Jewish life.

If you have no money to spare, consider spending some time browsing the testimony and history hosted on YIVO and the Yiddish Book Centre as an act of memorial.

OMG MY GOD ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS FOLLOWED ME BACK IM FREAKING OUT LIKE OMG

o- oh no 👩🏾. . .👰🏾. . .🐶

how do you expect to write stuff like this and not pay for my therapy? /j

painter!diluc, will paint you everyday and save them but when you died, he has nothing to remember you by so he just looks at it and he looses all his motivation to paint so he just hangs all his paintings of you and feel burn out, he has lost his father, his brother (in a relationship way like they are now strangers) and lastly his love

Tramonto, 2.3k words, Diluc x gn! reader

Diluc Ragnvindr. Owner of Dawn Winery. Darknight Hero. Richest man in Mondstadt. One of the 2 most eligible bachelors in Mondstadt. At least, until he met you and settled down with you.

And also, painter extraordinaire. Though few in Mondstadt knew.

How did Diluc come into contact with the world of art?

He first learnt about painting from his first teacher, Master Crepus himself. In his younger days, before Kaeya came along, he would spend afternoons at Dawn Winery, learning painting from his father.

The type of paint to use. How to create the paint itself. The basic strokes of the paintbrush. How to properly frame the subject in the canvas. Such a precious childhood memory. The endless hours painting Crepus’s own eagles. Or the grapes in the winery. Or the blue blue sky above them, leading to Celestia. The tinkling of laughter as Crepus teased Diluc for his childish paintings. Diluc being embarrassed and telling his old man to stop.

As Master Crepus became busier and Kaeya came, Crepus assigned the two of them a tutor from Sumeru, skilled in many scholarly subjects, including painting.

And while the cheeky Kaeya would prank the tutor with lizards, young Diluc would be listening to the tutor with rapt attention, his young and still short frame processing what his tutor taught him. Painting was his greatest passion. Kaeya was never the type to appreciate the fine arts. He loved fighting, and would often spar with Diluc. Though he fully supported his brother in his painting endeavors, sometimes tagging along to scavenge for suitable ingredients for Diluc’s latest attempts to create his own paint.

And on Crepus’s wishes, young Diluc would rise to the ranks of the youngest Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius, with Kaeya and Jean being his greatest supports back then. The three of them, the three Musketeers within the Knights of Favonius.

He was so young back then. The fire in his eyes, burning ever so bright.

“Sometimes, life can change in an instant.”

How it rang so true on Diluc’s birthday that day, on the carriage when Diluc was planning to present his own self-painted Baroque style portrait of his father at home even though it was his own birthday, when the monster attacked.

The very same day when Kaeya admitted to being a spy of Khaenri'ah. Diluc swore internally to burn the portrait of Kaeya he had prepared for his birthday as they clashed under the mourning rain.

That day, he gave up his paintbrush, his title and his Vision, and left to seek vengeance.

He thought he lost it all when he came back to Mondstadt a few years later, now Dawn Winery’s owner. He may have riches and power, but he lost his brother and his father at the cost of it. What was it all for? What was his meaning in life now, beyond living up to his father’s legacy and seeing his estranged brother alive?

Then you came.

Diluc could not pinpoint when he exactly fell for you, but you left an indelible mark on his heart.

And from then on, the flames in his heart were ignited for the second time, destined to grow in intensity as the two of you grew closer.

Before long, all of Mondstadt, including his insufferable brother Kaeya, knew of his growing affections for you. It was rather obvious, really. How he would give you all the time in the world, and yet would not do the same for the rest of the girls many have introduced to him. Diluc would usually leave it to his flirty brother to charm them away. Not that he would ever mention to Kaeya his gratefulness for being such a flirt.

Or how he was always so protective of you whenever you were in the bar. You were stunning and attractive in your own right, and you had your fair share of suitors.

And among his staff, they all knew that their Master Diluc had picked up his paintbrush not quite long after he reclaimed his Vision and a new title: Dawn Winery’s Owner.

He would spend hours at night, as the crystal flies and fireflies danced together in a duet of blue and yellow, as the fire at the fireplace burned, painting. Thinking of how your face was framed. Each and every freckle on your face. The exact shade of your eyes and hair.

Diluc works tirelessly so as to ensure he will get as many details as perfect as possible. He wanted to capture your essence correctly.

He never tells you about his hobby of painting even as he confesses right outside the doors of his manor, the crystalflies and fireflies shimmering so gently around you, depicting you as an angel in his eyes.

And oh, how his heart beams when you say yes.

For the first time in so long, Diluc found happiness through you. You were the artist who brought colour back into his grey canvas. The muse to his artistic self. The glue to his paper. The two of you were a team and so complementary. Everyone always felt you two were wonderful together.

He remembers the moment when you found out that he painted. He was painting you in that adorable outfit that day during your date, and he was trying to shape your smile in the portrait when you burst open the door, yelling “HEY DILUC- oh my, that is a lot of paintings you have in here… wait, these are all me?”

Cue Diluc turning as red as his hair, an awkward bobble of his head in acknowledgement of your statement.

“Diluc. This. All these paintings of me are so amazing. I love it. I love every single painting here because it’s your work and archons, I love you so much.”

With such an awestruck look on your face, how could he not help but kiss the living daylights out of your lips after you said that? You drove him insane, and car licenses aren’t even a thing in Teyvat.

It was awkward, but after a while, the two of you went on memorizing the taste of each other’s lips that night before the both of you settled down, Diluc resuming his painting, this time with you watching.

Each and every time he painted, you were by his side. Always.

And oh, you, who encouraged him to paint other people as well. Although Diluc did not paint as many as you would have liked, but he painted Crepus and Kaeya, now the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius.

Everything was so lovely with you. Everyday, the two of you would meet. Sometimes at the tavern, where you dabbled in mixing drinks with him and talked to him throughout his entire shift. Sometimes at Dawn Winery, where the 2 of you could spend hours and hours dancing with the sunset as your backdrop. Even when he left at night for his vigilante duties, you always understood. A kiss for luck before he left, and a glass of grape juice when he returned.

3 years passed, just like that. So many memories were made between the two of you, and though he could not remember it all clearly, he knows so dearly that you are the one for him. And he wishes to cement that.

It took a while, but upon realizing that Mondstadt did not have the ring he desired, he decided to go to Liyue, for it was famed for his ores after all.

What luck! He also had to go to Liyue to negotiate with the Tianquan about his wine anyway! And off he goes, looking for the right ring so that he properly proposes to you.

“Sometimes, life can change in an instant.”

He didn’t expect to lose you right at this juncture of life.

…

…

…

It was all a blur, just like that time period where Crepus died. Jean and Kaeya told him that there had been an Abyss invasion, and even the traveler’s twin had appeared. You, in the process of making sure everyone was evacuating safely, had been burnt to a crisp by a Pyro abyss mage.

Can you see it? The way his vision glows at his hips, how his mouth opens, about to shout at the Knights for their inefficiency with so much hatred? How the knights cost him so much? How his eyes are for the first time, alive, but alive with so much fury that even Kaeya visibly winces. The ring he holds in his glove, for you, as he clenches his fist is the only reason why he didn’t lash out.

He mutely showed the ring, and asked for whatever remains that were left of you.

He got nothing. Not even a single speck of ash that was from your frail body. Not even a single chance to hold you one last time before you left.

…

The first thing he did when he got back home was to rummage through the house, to see if there was anything left of you. Other than your clothes and accessories, there was nothing left. Not even a single letter, not even a single keepsake.

Nothing.

He briefly held your clothes, trying to recall your scent. He could not find it.

He goes down to his painting room.

The evening sun shines on his paintings.

Diluc stares. At each and every one of his paintings as he desperately tries to imprint everything in his mind so that he won’t forget.

Your smile. The shade of your hair and eyes. The exact proportions of your shape. How you looked when you were curious. How you looked at him with so much affection in your eyes. So, so many details, and now he wants to paint the you he saw before he left for Liyue.

He prepares his paint and canvas. He calms himself down. He picks up his paintbrush. He lowers it. He looks at the stool where you would always sit on.

Diluc Ragnvindr cries, in that soundproof room, in his museum of love for you.

Diluc Ragnvindr loses his motivation and desire to paint as his muse has left for the heavens.

Diluc Ragnvindr stares at all his paintings each and every day now instead of painting.

His late father’s portrait and Kaeya’s portrait are also moved into this room, placed at a corner. So that they will not outshine you.

He does not wish to ever pick up the paintbrush again, as the memories are too painful - they remind him too much of happiness.

Diluc does not want anything to do with happiness and the light anymore. He wishes to live in the darkness of the night, carrying on his duties as the enigmatic Master DIluc and as the Darknight Hero.

The first time he returned from his mission, he was shocked to see a glass of grape wine, placed at the same spot.

“Y/n asked that I pour a glass of grape juice in this specific glass whenever you came back from your duties, Master Diluc.” Adelinde stated.

Why do you still care for him, even after your death?

…

It’s been a hundred days since you left this world. Leaving Diluc all alone in this world.

His mind still thinks about you. His hands still reach out for yours, only to realise that you have already left. His eyes still search for you in the packed tavern, waiting for you to come back to him.

Each and every night, as he looks at the three paintings - you, Crepus and Kaeya, he thinks about all that he has lost, and how he associates the Knights and painting with all three of you.

The leftmost painting, Crepus, his gentle smile and firm gaze on the red-haired man. Wrinkles are drawn carefully with detail, his red eyes the exact same shade as Diluc’s, staring at him, encouraging him to face life and emerge victorious. His clothes were formal and polite, but with bright colours of red. His hair is a maroon mess, wavy even.

The rightmost painting, Kaeya, his eyepatch on his right eye, his left eye icy blue, with a star right in the middle, testament to his Khaenri'ahn heritage. His smirk on his face. Flamboyant clothes of blue, with that snow fox fur coat on his shoulders and that chest window. His deep blue hair ponytail flowing down his shoulders, and his hand gloves with gold ornaments and silver spikes seem to shine under the lights. Ever as flashy as ever, even in his youth.

Lastly, the middle painting, you. A soft gaze filled with adoration is seen in your (color)-shade eyes, a cheeky smile adorning your face. A necklace rests on your collarbone, a heirloom from your own mother. You wore it to honor her memory. You wore simple but elegant clothes, perfectly outlining your beauty. How he could gaze at it for hours and hours.

Diluc leaves the room, his museum of memories of all the people he has come to love in his life. He leaves Crepus’s delusion in front of his painting, Kaeya’s old eyepatch in front of Kaeya’s, and the ring he planned to use to propose to you in front of yours.

Diluc Ragnvindr wears the ring’s partner on his left ring finger. Even if you were gone, he swore to you once that his heart would only be yours in this lifetime. He plans to honor that promise. No matter how much it hurts to know that you’re gone and he’ll never be able to make more memories with you, he’ll keep what the two of you had once in his heart, and he’ll be looking forward to meeting you again in the afterlife, and he’ll tell you about all the stories he wrote with others and he’ll finally be able to pick up the paintbrush again, and have you here by his side as he painted.

The sun in Diluc Ragnvindr’s heart has returned to the embrace of the Earth, and the Moon now forever shines in his mind. Yet, he does not seem to mind that at all.

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So I just went to look at the tr x reader tag for a split second and I'd just like to say... WTF ARE YALL ON LIKE NO SRSLY COULD YALL NOT BE INTO MORE SCARIER SHIT I JUST SAW AT LEAST 4 NECROPHILIA POST ABOUT THIS DUDE NAMED BANJI OR SOME SHIT....I'm scared for my life.

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！Albedo

▹grocery shopping with albedo(Gn!reader) ▹Vampire au (Gn!reader) ▹How they react your death(Gn!reader) ▹Reader with a strong sense of touch(Gn!reader) ▹Making hot cocoa with them! (Gn!reader) ▹Albedo fucking you with his paint-brush (afab!reader)

！Bennett ▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :( ！Diluc ▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :( ！Kaeya

▹Making hot cocoa with them! (Gn!reader)

▹Kaeya x asexual reader (Gn!reader)

！Venti ▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :(

Grocery shopping with albedo

pairing — albedo x Gn!reader

Word count — 1.1k

Summary — in the caption + modern AU + gn!reader with bad memory + established realtionship

Cw — none :))

Genre — fluff

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“I’m outside do you have everything?”

a soft notification came from your phone as you saw the text from albedo, he’s stated that he was outside your residence, better get a move on!

While you stroll down your stairs checking over if you're missing anything due to your forgetful memory, it really was a pain in the ass sometimes do you know how many trips back you had to take because you forgot something, because of that albedo developed a habit of coming with you on certain trips. well, no time to waste, sliding open the car door and taking a seat.

“Do you have everything?”

“Yes I made sure!”

“Even your credit card?”

“Shit. lemme get i-”

“No need, I was planning on paying anyway.”

“No wait, don’t tell me I forgot something important again, is it my birthday?’”

“Ahah, no it’s not your birthday, I simply just want to pay. There’s no problem is there?”

“No, not at all.”

“Great.”

The slightest smile appeared on his face, he’s the sweetest thing ever. You swear this man has no idea how much you adore him not to mention how happy he made you. His smile, his eyes down to his everything there wasn’t a thing about this man that wasn’t absolutely breathtaking. You dared to say it even the way this man looks at you was utter perfection. How he made you feel like or why you even feel like this is all a blur but you assume it to be this thing called love. Your in love, you’re in love with him.

“[name] are you ok? You’ve been staring for quite a while.”

“Nothing, it’s just you.”

“Me?”

“Yes you! Your face, your eyes everything it’s nice to just look at you.”

“I’m unaware of where that came from but thank you, I take your compliments quite dearly.”

A nice moment between both of you, you wish things could stay like this forever. It’s peaceful you like it. Not to fear though you knew somehow this wouldn’t be the end of these comforting domestic moments but it would be the end of this one seeing as you were at your destination.

“Were here.”

“I can see that I have a bad memory, not eyesight.”

“I was just checking. You never know, one day I might have to drag you to the ophthalmologist.”

“ oh please if anyone here needs glasses it’s you!”

“I’ve checked multiple times before and my vision is at an optimal standard.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night!”

Asideing the married couple bickering you two had just gone through, you stepped out of the car looking over the list but you feel something dripping on your head a liquid like substance falling on your head.

“bedo it’s raining!”

“I’m well aware, do you believe me when I say you need glasses now?”

“Nope, not at all!”

“What is my explanation not good enough for you?”

“I just don’t need glasses, we should go inside instead of standing here like weirdos”

“As you say”

Walsting over to the grocery store albedo hands you his umbrella, you didn’t say anything just giving him a soft smile in appreciation, times like this were wonderful love without interruption is such a blissful feeling and you were even more ecstatic about the fact that you were doing this with him. The clashing and rolling of the carts didn’t bother you at all it was a familiar sound Mabey even a comforting one, was it, or maybe everything like a daydream, when bedo, ’s around.

“Now that we’re here do you have the list?”

“Mhm just like you said!”

“Lovely.”

A long 34 minutes of asking albedo if you could get stuff but who was he to deny you and honestly he doesn’t mind doing this with you, maybe he even likes doing arbitrary things with you, albedo loving something other than Klee and science now that was unheard of! I mean until he met you, who knew the scientist would be in love with such random domestic activity certainly not him, but yet still these small moments with you meant everything to him.

“Albedo what do you think of eggos waffles?”

“Eggo what?”

“Eggo waffles! They’re basically just waffles.”

“If you like them we can get them.”

Walking back over to the self-serve cashier machine laying out all the stuff you bought which to a while since you had quite a bit of stuff in your cart.

“That will be $462.54!~”

Looking at the alarmingly large number on the screen you lifted your hand to grab some stuff from the shopping cart.

“Sorry bedo ill put this ba-”

A fell a sudden pressure on your wrist stops you from picking up any more items.

“What are you doing I said id pay remember?”

“Well yes I remember that’s quite a lot of money especially since non of this stuff is specifically for you”

‘Yes, it’s not for me because this is your shopping trip.”

“Will you let me pay you back after?”

“No.”

After those words, you heard a beep and a robotic voice.

“Your purchase is completed thank you for shopping!~”

“Albedo!”

“But you said you’d let me pay?”

“Yeah, not 400 usd!”

“Well, it’s not like we can reverse it now how about I drive you back now.”

‘We’re leaving already? But the air feels so cool!”

“If you want an air conditioner I can bu-”

“Nope! No more spending lets go”

Walking back over into the rain with bags and finally settling into the car. a peaceful drive home even though you and albedo go back and forth it was never serious, just another thing to love about him. The street light flashing buy as you pace by the night sky has never looked better you see things start to slow down as the street become more familiar oh you were home!

Both stepping out of the car albedo offered to help you with packing out the stuff seeing as to the sheer amount of them. carrying on with some nice meaningless conversations that you still valued all because they were with him, and he thought the same about albedo was not the talkative time talking with you was something he quite enjoyed.

“Ok that's about it, I hope you got everything you wanted”

“I did, thank you bedo I couldn’t express it enough.”

“A thank will be fine, ill be on my way now get some sleep ok [name].”

“You to albedo! By the way.”

He stopped in his tracks herring your words, a bit brought back by you holding his face so dearly and closely bringing him in for a kiss

“I love you!”

“I love you too [name].”

He cant wait for more moments with you especially ones like these.

A.n — just some bedo fluff for yall since I have a lot of angst plans>:)

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! Childe

▹Clean up your mess. (fem!reader)

▹Vampire au 🧛‍♂️ (Gn!reader)

▹Reader with a strong sense of touch (Gn!reader)

! Dainsleif

▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :(

! Xiao

▹tranquil place (implied fem!reader)

▹How they react your death(Gn!reader)

! Zhongli

▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :(