a/n: i swear i'm not a genshin writer. every now and again one just really hits me and won't leave me alone. i'm shaking at the prospect of meeting cyno.

• Boars and Squirrels are weak to Pyro

• The birds that come in groups of 3 are weak to Electro

• Crabs and Ducks are weak to Cryo

• The Chonky Bird and the Frog are weak to Geo

taglist. @anemoarchonhoe @headintheclouddd @eirlysian @xienn

kamisato ayato and venti (phase 1)

kamisato ayaka (phase 2)

new 5* sword — haran geppaku futsu

hues of the violet garden — features many characters including albedo, venti, klee, kamisato ayaka, kamisato ayato, kaedehara kazuha, gorou, thoma, and more as they all celebrate the magnificent irodori festival (includes free 4* xingqiu)

theater mechanicus rerun

spices from the west — features a new event where you can make spices with various ingredients and be able to give

vibro-crystal research — composes research on certain crystals outside of chasm and allows uou

floral courtyard — an event where you get to plant flowers once more and follow certain arrangement requirements requested by npcs.

outside the canvas, inside the lens — commissioned by an artist in inazuma, you are required to take photos of certain areas and follow details given by the artist.

liyue’s enknaomiya the chasm — features new areas in liyue as well as a new boss.

archon quest — features your journey to a region in liyue that has somewhat connections with the abyss order and khaneri’ah.

ayato’s story quest

in 2.6, there will be two new artifacts including: vermillion hereafter and echoes of an offering

mobile players can now long press their screen to open character party easily.

new travelers can now easily access tutorials on their screen beside the co-op icon.

in the archive, there will be information as to where the bosses are located.

during the 2.6 update, there will be an upcoming ost of inazuma’s islands (watatsumi island, enkanomiya, tsurumi island, etc.)

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premise: most customers visit your cafe for the delicious bread and good coffee, but he comes for the cute barista behind the counter.

info: your parents run a bakery-slash-cafe and as their child, you're naturally expected to help around the shop. unknowingly, you attract attention in the process.

characters: kazuha, thoma, xiao, childe, albedo, scaramouche & ayato !

• when your grandmother grew too frail to work at the cafe due to old age and had to retire, the shop had a shortage of helping hands thus needing someone to work her shift. enter kazuha kaedehara, a sweet boy in the neighborhood who's always been in good terms with your older brother. having his eyes on a particular game console at the time, he was happy to help while earning some pocket money for himself.
• but even after successfully purchasing the item he saved up for, he continued to work at the cafe. it was certainly something your family appreciated, since kazuha was pleasant company and he was skilled in the kitchen. remarkably more efficient than you for the job, actually, despite the fact you're the one who'll receive the business in the future.
• “you won't be so troubled if he were to run the business with you,” your mother stated in what you hoped to be in jest, not subtle in the slightest with her thoughts of kazuha being a suitable son-in-law after he so sweetly prepared a cake for your surprise birthday party. your face burned while kazuha only laughed in cheer, perhaps missing the hidden insinuations. (why else would he smile at that?)
• time passed in the blink of an eye and he eventually became a face you often saw first thing in the morning, cheeks dusted with flour and hands gripping a tray of baked goods fresh from the oven. rays of shimmering gold bathed him in an otherworldly glow, smile brightening when he catches sight of your figure by the door.
• then you'll grab a towel and rub off the dirt on kazuha's face, missing the way his eyes crinkle in mirth. missing the way your older brother rolls his eyes at the action very much alike pda. missing how you've been doing this for the past three years and not once stopped to think about why he had flour on his face all the time, and if he'd been doing it on purpose just to see you in this proximity. an unceasing part of routine that came as naturally as going to sleep at night and waking at morning.
• you see him a lot more in the summer when you both share shifts at the same time, you working at the counter and him at the kitchen preparing treats that already sold out. (he reasoned he preferred it that way to avoid getting flirted with.)
• “could i get another order?” the customer you noticed have been staring strangely at you for the entire duration of his stay suddenly went up to ask. you paste on a flawless customer service smile regardless of your discomfort, thinking he hadn't done anything wrong yet. “of cou-”
• “[name], there's something odd about the hand mixer,” kazuha cuts in, peeking through the door and knocking on the wood to gain your attention. “could you check it for me? i'll switch with you.”
• your expression drifts to one of genuine distress, not picking up on the excuse he provided for an easy way out. you rush to the kitchen and kazuha takes your place, much to the customer's disappointment. this does not not escape his attention and kazuha smiles, “what can i get for you?”
• one half-hearted order later, the customer finally leaves. the smile on kazuha's face drops as he picks up the piece of tissue the man left on the counter, scrawled with a set of numbers in dark ink.
• “it worked just fine?” you return after checking on the fully functional hand mixer, confusion apparent on your expression. kazuha breezily slips on a smile, crumpling the tissue in his hand and shoving it inside his pocket.
• “really? that's great.”

• once upon a time at the tender age of seven, you had a timid disposition and had few names you could confidently proclaim as your friend. however, thoma was an intelligent child who figured out being friends with a person who owned a bakery entailed sharing snacks with each other at breaks.
• lured by the mouthwatering scent of your lunchbox, he approached your desk and initiated a conversation. his friendly demeanor had managed to break you out from your shy shell, and from there on, you began to spend time together, him oh-so-generously offering to walk you home so he could stop by the bakery. his efforts were rewarded when your parents were delighted seeing a new friend of yours, shoving a packet of chocolate cornets in his hands.
• ...well, that's how it started, but it wasn't like all he wanted from you was free food. he wormed his way into your life, growing close not only to you but also your family; your grandfather was especially fond of him. he even became an unofficial employee of sorts, tidying the bakery when the opportunity arose. your parents spoiled him rotten with sweets in return, them often being the cause of thoma's cavities before you grew up...
• speaking of growing up, you long left primary school and now attended different schools, but thoma made it a habit to pick you up and walk home together just as you did often before, leading to misunderstandings of your classmates thinking he was your boyfriend. which couldn't be any more wrong.
• but it was true that he was the sole receiver of your valentine's chocolate for a long, long time, something that he prided over. which is also weird, considering he received more than enough chocolate to fill his bag close to bursting each year. (it's special, you remember him telling you once. as to why, he wasn't very keen on informing you, maybe even a little shy about it. is it because you're good at baking? it surpassed other people's attempts at homemade chocolate? it had more meaning compared to storebought chocolate? you can only guess.)
• so really, he's astonished when he spots another box of brownies stuffed in your belongings, peculiarly wrapped in a more elaborate manner compared to his bland plastic packaging. heart-patterned in a pale pink, topped with a delicate ribbon trimmed with white lace.
• he narrows his eyes, fingers ghosting over the box. “who's this for?”
• he gets a whiff of a pleasant scent on you, some perfume your aunt had given you on a holiday. you styled your hair differently that day, too, not a single imperfect crease seen on your clothes, lips glossy with a sheen of tint thoma remembered gifting you as a present before.
• your cheeks flush in a rosy color, stuttering out an excuse. an excuse that doesn't register in thoma's head because of the buzzing in his ears, but he doesn't really need to hear it to understand; he'd be a fool not to guess this was for a special someone.
• a special someone that isn't him, clearly.

• contrary to popular belief, your infatuation with xiao hadn't been established from the start. you belonged in the same class but you weren't especially interested in him at first glance, staying far, far away from classmates fighting over the seats beside him. he had a pretty face, that much was obvious, and maybe you did stare at him a little longer than you had to... but that was the extent of it, an appreciation for things you found pleasing to the eye.
• “the inside matters more than the outside” is a phrase as good as horse shit, empty words used to placate the ugly community. even with unread love letters trashed in garbage bins, succinct replies to heartfelt confessions, and other actions that might be considered rude if it was a less attractive man doing them, xiao remained a desirable prospect as a lover. the world just worked that way. you didn't feel particularly envious of him, but you didn't see him in a positive light either.

• kamisato ayato has a rep around inazuma high and it isn’t necessarily a bad one
• the only thing you know about him is that his family practically runs the town
• and apparently, an asshole
• he has a rep for being closed off – you never see him hang out with anyone other than his sister and thoma. and you’re on good terms with thoma - but you’ve never talked to ayato
• you’ve never had reason to; you’re never in the same class as him, and he always seemingly disappears every time you approach thoma
• stuck up ass, is basically what you’ve always thought of him; he often had an air to him that said he’s too good for everyone
• you think he looks down on you because you’re not as prestigious as he is - he’s proper, he comes from a rich family. he probably doesn’t even need the money from the documentary
• still, at first, in the documentary, you try to be friends with him.
• it goes horribly wrong.
• on the first day of the documentary, you buy yourself a coffee at the local coffee shop. and you end up buying him one as well
• however, when you try to give it to him, you end up tripping it and spilling it all over his business project that he’s stayed up all night to work on
• there’s a beat of absolute silence as he slowly looks up to stare at you. you swear his eyes are burning holes into your head
• and then he slowly looks back down, grabbing his water bottle, unscrewing the top lid, presumably to take a drink.
• “sorry” you say, hurriedly. “i was trying to give you coffee, because i know you always stay up-”
• he dumps the water over your head
• a small shriek gets stuck in your throat, as you get soaked from head to toe
• “i said sorry,” you say. your voice isn’t angry, still in shock. but the anger rises in your chest all the same
• “oh.” he looks back down at his project. his voice is nothing short of sarcastic. “sorry.”
• and then, at that moment, you decide that you hate this kid. with a burning passion
• and of course he never gets into trouble because nobody would ever suspect ayato of doing something bad
• the only person who sympathizes with you is thoma who just shrugs with a crooked grin and says “he’s sly. there’s a reason he’s never gotten caught.”
• you’re forced to sit in the same classes, next to each other, for the sake of the documentary
• but even through the filming, you’ve never been afraid to tell the camera how much you dislike ayato
• “oh things i hate?” you ask, staring at the camera. “kamisato ayato.”
• he doesn’t turn his head to you but you can see his scowl all the same. “funny, i was going to say the same.”
• your arguments are equivalent to a child’s argument — often times, when arguments spark, they’re accidents like the coffee; it only gives him more fuel to dislike you, and you to dislike him
• once, he decides to give you coffee with a “sorry :(“ sticky note attached to it
• and like the fool you are, you decide to drink it
• he watches from outside the door, not being able to resist a smirk
• salt floods your taste buds, but instead of spitting it out, you make eye contact with him in the door and continue to down the entire thing
• ayato also basically has this claim to a parking spot in the school - it’s not technically his, but everyone’s agreed it’s ayato’s spot
• you stole it as soon as you could
• it becomes a competition on who can get to school first to steal the spot. and that leads to both of you being to school two hours earlier
• which means you actually spend a lot of time together ! and soon, your dislike for him, melts into something softer
• you like spending time with him. in fact, you look forward to it
• and you don’t miss how his smiles become fond - sometimes, when you’re on the verge of falling asleep in class, you see him smile softly as you rest your head on his shoulders
• or sometimes, when you wake up, you just find his jacket over your shoulders
• and there’s this one time when someone else makes an off hand comment about your clumsiness
• the next day, the kid doesn’t show up to school. and when he shows up again, his face is bright red and his hair has been dyed green
• when you turn to ayato, he just gives you his signature smirk with a shrug. “i don’t get caught.”
• you two end up terrorizing your teachers. they never figure out who has been leaving alarm clocks around the building to disturb class, and ayato always turns to you with a fond smile
• “how do i feel about y/n now?” he breaks into a soft smile. “i love them — i couldn’t ask for a better partner in crime. but don’t tell them i said that. i will never hear the end of it.”

• you’ve never talked to albedo before this - but you’ve noticed him from afar
• you’re both top of your class - both of you competing for number one spot
• he’s never had many feelings towards you, other than the fact that you’re smart. he notices your name on the top scorers of exams, but knows nothing of you other than that
• you never see albedo hang out with anyone - he has a few people he talks to, but none that he ever seems to be friends with
• and it’s not for a lack of trying either - you ask kaeya about him once, wanting to get an idea of who albedo was
• and kaeya just says “albedo — a strange one. he’s nice. but don’t interrupt him while he’s working. or ask him to hang out. he will always say no. it’s quite embarrassing.”
• but when you talk to albedo, he’s actually quite nice! he’s never been anything but kind to you
• you work together on a lab, and he’s always been patient with you. you’re able to bounce ideas off each other, and you’ve never worked with someone better
• the rivalry doesn’t kick in until the second day. and then oh boy
• but you also work at a daycare after school hours — and there, you take care of a child named klee
• and you love klee ! klee’s the best !
• sometimes, you help klee make these little water bombs as pranks to help her terrorize this “big bad brother” she complains about in daycare
• and you share all your knowledge with her
• and then, one day, when klee decides to set off her bombs on “big bad brother” albedo asks klee where she learned to make these new kind of bombs
• klee — the absolute icon she is — isn’t able to keep a secret. “mx y/n helped me,” she says, sheepishly, swinging back and forth
• albedo stops. “y/n l/n?”
• klee shrugs. “i think. they says they’re your age. i like mx y/n more than you. they let me go fish blasting!”
• so the next day, albedo, naturally comes to ask if you work in a daycare and you know klee
• “yeah, i know klee.” you chuckle, thinking about her. “the other day, i helped her make mini water bombs — not a dangerous kind, don’t worry — to prank her brother. she’s amazing.”
• he gives you a deadpan look. “klee’s my sister.”
• oh. oh shit.
• “and by the way,” he says, “i make better water bombs than you.”
• and if to prove it, the next day, you find a container on your desk. and when you open it, water sprays in your face
• and next to you, albedo is chuckling
• oh it is so on.
• you do most of your pranks through klee, bribing her to prank albedo. and albedo does the same
• you both compete to be klee’s favorite — and whenever albedo comes pick klee up, you both have to tone down on the swearing
• but you two are never mean to each other - it’s always been fun little pranks, with no mean intentions behind it, something you both know
• “how do you feel about albedo?” the cameramen ask you, once, for the documentary.
• “albedo?” the cameras don’t miss the small smile that spreads across your face. “he’s kind. a little closed off, but an absolute menace.”
• but even though your words don’t say the whole truth, the cameras catch it
• the cameras catch every time when you’re working late in the lab and he brings snacks for you
• or every time either of you don’t understand something, you’re always patient, while explaining it to the other
• or sometimes, during class, if you’ve pulled an all nighter, he’ll let you rest on his shoulder as he takes a little more notes as usual that way you’ll be caught up in class
• and one day, when you’re taking of klee, she tells you
• “my brother says he likes you.” she grins from ear to ear. “he says you’re very pretty.”
• needless to say, you played a clip of your documentary at the wedding
• “how do i feel about y/n?” albedo hums. “don’t tell them i said this, but i’m happy klee likes them. i want to make them apart of our family.”

• he’s what you refer to as, the life of the party
• he’s there to hype you up and get you dancing
• (master of the keg stand)
• will befriend you in seconds!!
• yeah, he’s that guy
• 10/10 best boy though

Hi everyone!! This one is dedicated to my favorite moot @kiyelle !! Please go check out her wonderful work, it’s truly amazing and plus, she’s the sweetest! And as of today, I’m feeling much better, but when I originally had these headcanons started, I was very ill and all I wanted was for Omi to coddle help me )^o^(

原神 + textposts – liyue edition