★ she / her — ENFP — chronically online

★ self-taught traditional artist !! I’m currently taking interest in writing (char) x Reader fics :3

You can also find my works on AO3 @raeLinny!!

★ obsessed with bows, badges and pins ^^

★ switches between aesthetics: scene, windows XP, Frutiger aero, gyaru

★ your average Genshin player who won’t touch grass if not reminded, but will happily cook up works within the confines of my tiny phone and feed it to the fish in my disorganized pond <3

★ my beloveds: Xiao, Nagito, Mavuika and Flins 💗

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★ every so often I post traditional art (cuz I suck at digital art ueueueuee)

★ (char) x Reader works

★ extremely random reblogs and sometimes just a spontaneous post about my thoughts…?

Note that I am a living breathing being and I still have a life despite being chronically online so posts/updates are not consistent. I may be busy picking which aesthetic I should use for my blog. Or stuck in a dilemma on which bow I should wear.

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⚠️ DNI IF: ⚠️

- you’re a spam bot who desperately wants to consume my art through “commissions”, yearning for me to DM if I’m available (sprays Raid at you)

- “untitled” blogs, or just blogs who don’t have an identity and are just suspicious in general

- you can’t stand LGBTQ+ / sexist / keyboard warrior (aka rude users)

Otherwise feel free to interact teehee :3

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Made a page dedicated to Mavuika!! Looks a lil empty on one corner cuz I erased the pyro logo I wanted to draw lol :3

I also drew the flower representing the artifact set I use on her!! I’m so happi >w<

Nefer!! (I HAD TO DRAW HER CUZ SHES THAT PRETTY AHHHHHH)

Drew Varesa as suggested by my friend hehe!! <3

QUICK I NEED NEW DRAWING SUGGESTIONS

I might be violently sobbing at one point, but I am now worshipping what I have just read. I’ve just read an absolutely beautiful piece of work.

You better go read @7amplight ‘s work. You’ll find it’s the most scrumptious piece your eyes have ever feasted upon.

Adeptus Xiao <3

I HAVE REGAINED MOTIVATION TO ART BUT I HAVE NOT BEEN WRITING BUT THATS OKAY!!

IVE FINALLY COMPLETED THE PROJECTS IVE BEEN SLACKING ON AND THYRE GORGEOUS

OMGOMGOMG Cyrene from HSR and Kinich from Genshin Impact I’m so glad my brain decided to do this instead of doomscrolling HEHEHEEHHH

(This is also partly why I haven’t even finished another project—which is my next Flins x Reader despite me promising yall it would be posted soon…………please bear with me as I reorganise my work and life……..)

I was wondering what I should draw on my SD card holder and my mom said “it’s not that hard to think of smth to draw just draw a fairy” and oh. I drew a faery. <3

(Btw I’m cookin up a new Flins x Reader fic I’ll probably release it soon yaaaaayyyyy!! Feel free to check out my other works too hehehhhh)

[Wholesome, Fluff, Comfort, Fae Language!!]

[Note from Rae:] Guess who’s back after getting another idea to write >:3 Also, I’m changing my posting format cuz I finally got dividers thanks to a kind Tumblr ( ´▽` )ﾉ

Anyways enjoyyyyahhhhh

Flins is a fae. Naturally, he would speak in his native language at times.

To wake you from slumber, he would peck your forehead and greet you good morning in his tongue, his voice ever so gentle. He would do the same when you fall asleep. You were fond of him saying simple words such as “Good morning” and “Goodnight” in his tongue, his voice combined with the foreign language spreading tender warmth throughout your body as he says them lovingly.

Whenever you shared an intimate moment with Flins, he would often express his passion and love for you through words in fae language. Although unable to fully understand his words, you knew they carried a deep sense of affection with them. You would gaze at him, doe eyes peering into his lifeless fluorescent yellow orbs as if unlocking the gate to his soul would decipher the meaning of his words.

“What does that mean?”

“You’re the azure flame in my heart that never puts out, burning brightly and spreading your warmth throughout my soul.”

You felt heat creeping up your cheeks, a tint of rose visible on them. Flins would hold you close to him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck when you felt flustered by his sweet words, pleased to have you within his embrace so he could go on with his praises in his tongue.

The first time you heard him speak in the tongue of the fae — how each word that came out of his mouth was so deliberate and fluent despite its foreignness. It was beautiful. You admired Flins’s language and desired to learn from him, and hear more of the foreign language come from his mouth. Initially, this surprised him, but he felt delighted knowing you had an interest for this native tongue, and was happy to teach you.

When you successfully said your first word in fae language, Flins applauded you for it, his lips curved slightly upwards to express his happiness towards you, maintaining his elegant composure. Inside him, he felt like a proud father witnessing his child say his first word, a sense of pride washing over him. It felt so dear knowing that his beloved is human but put in all their efforts to learn his kind’s tongue.

By now, you could understand simple words and phrases such as the greetings he would give you every morning and night, and you can say it back to him with confidence. It was endearing to hear the words he spoke come from your mouth.

Tiny actions such as learning fae language and speaking parts of it felt endearing to Flins, something he appreciated in you.

Flins if he endorsed hair care products✨

[Wholesome, fluff, comfort, fae wings!!!]

[Note from Rae:] Flins being the fae he probably has wings hidden from sight behind all those layers of clothing, and I had an idea to write this partly because I can’t stop kicking my legs back and forth mentally thinking about playing with his wings >u<

You can find my growing collection of Flins x Reader works on AO3 too!!

You were always captivated by the sight of Flins’s wings whenever he felt comfortable enough to reveal them. After all, those were actual, functional wings — a part of a Fae’s body which humans did not possess. A pair of delicate wings resembling thin, translucent crystal sheets seamlessly jointed onto his back, making it all the more pleasant to the human eye.

When Flins had them out, you wouldn’t be far from him, eager to get close to them. You would gently press the pads of your fingers against the slightly cooler surface of one wing, as if handling it too roughly would result in it breaking under pressure, just like how glass would shatter.

Despite him having reassured you countless of times that his wings were in fact, strong and cannot be easily damaged unlike the fragile nature of glass, you still insisted on touching them like that. That was also partially because you loved the light, cool sensation on the tips of your fingers without pressing your entire palm against it — enjoying something without having the whole item at once.

Since wings were something humans lacked, it was naturally in you to question Flins about them.

“How do you use them to fly?”

“Do the wings feel light or heavy on your back?”

“How many times can your wings flap in a minute? In addition, are you able to fly backwards just like a hummingbird can?”

The questions were endless, and there has been a fair amount of unusual ones too. Sometimes, he wonders if your questions would ever end.

Other times, Flins would answer your questions. He would be amused by some and a little confused by some. He cherishes time spent with you feeding your curiosity though, finding it oddly endearing.

Flins absolutely loves it when you use a finger to trace the outline of his wings. It sends a shiver up his spine all the way into his brain, his nerves delivering a tingling sensation spread throughout his mind.

“Darling, you ought to stop indulging me with your feather-light touches, for I fear I may stray away from any important tasks later in the day…” he mumbles, shuddering from the tingles your finger create in his nerves.

If the population of fae were still abundant and common in Nod-Krai, Flins would still expose his wings frequently, open for your hands to appreciate with and to your seemingly never-ending bombardment of questions.

[Comfort, Fluff, Wholesome, hair-playing.]

[Note from Rae:] Heyhey!! I’m still exploring ways to write stories so here’s another short Flins x Reader fic from me <3 I’m glad to see that many people enjoyed my previous work, which motivated me to release another one!! I’ll be placing these works under a collection (I’ll be creating a hashtag for this on Tumblr and a collection on AO3—my user is raeLinny on AO3 btw :3)

Anyways I hope you enjoy this work!! 💗

The moment you sink your fingers into the scalp of Flins’s head, he feels a shiver tingle up his spine as he lets out a deep rumbling sound vibrating from his chest, akin to a purr. His fluorescent yellow orbs roll to the back of his mind as he feels your fingers thread through the short, fluffy strands on his scalp all the way to the long and silky smooth strands further below. Flins lets out a sigh, all the tension in his body dissipating upon the feeling of your hand running down his hair repeatedly, melting into your touch. A smile graces your face and you continue your actions, relishing each soft strand coming into contact with your fingers. You were enjoying this sensation as much as your beloved.

Wholesome, fluff, comfort, slight angst(?)

Note: This is my first time writing fanfiction!! I hope you enjoy this piece <3 Feel free to give me writing advice too!! (My AO3 user is raeLinny you can find my work there too :3)

To Flins, you were a precious gemstone that caught his eye. Whenever he was in your presence, he felt waves of comfort washing over him. When you smiled, the way your delicate lips would curl upward and how crinkles formed around eyes that exuded pure happiness. When you would be fixated by an object of interest and would devote your time to acquiring deeper knowledge of it, tuning out all background noises as your nose dove deeper into books, your brain absorbing every word like a sponge before approaching Flins and giving him a forty-minute presentation specifically about that object that had piqued your curiosity. When you would proudly bring something new you crafted back to the lighthouse as décor, since you claimed the interior of the lighthouse “was too dull” and wanted to spruce up the area to give it a comfier feel.

Your personality contrasted strongly with Flins’s in a way he got attracted to, yearning to stay by your side and protect you. It was as if he was a moth drawn to the light of a lamp that enveloped him in a loving warmth, which was you.

Like how he would cherish a precious gem, Flins would always ensure you were safe, be it from the dense fog following the wild hunt or from the hands of people with evil intentions. Every time you got yourself hurt, even if it’s just a scratch, Flins would furrow his eyebrows as if he was the one who got injured before administering to your wounds if needed, sometimes giving you a lecture about safety and awareness afterwards. It was his way of expressing his love and devotion towards you, and you knew that. Seeing you hurt was seeing a gem whose pieces chipped off upon impact, and that distressed him.

Occasionally, Flins would write letters to you, each one sending warmth creeping up your chest as his love for you reached your eyes through articulate words. In turn, you would write about your day along with some doodles scattered around your letter.

In the lighthouse, you sat on a grey chesterfield sofa with Flins by your side, the both of you quietly reading books and appreciating each other’s presence. The soft glow of fire crackling in the fireplace creating a cozy atmosphere within the place contrasting to the moist, cold breeze surrounding the quaint cemetery where souls of the departed roam. When you dozed off, Flins let you lean on him as he continued reading, his heart swelling with pure affection. He gently stroked your hair, a tiny hint of satisfaction making its way up to his mouth. He wished this could last forever, holding you close to him, soaking in the warmth you emitted, simply spending time with you.

But alas, these moments would not last forever, as he would easily outlive you, for he was a fae and you were a human. His treasure would be lost in decay after death consumes it.