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aiambia @aiambia.bsky.social · Oct 18
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure
#ZhongChi || Rated E || archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

Childe accidentally bonds himself to Zhongli's adeptus baby. Now they have to raise her together while trying their best to not fall in love.
aiambia.bsky.social
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure || Chapter 26
💧 #Zhongchi #Zhongchili 🔶
archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

Baoyu's Big Day Out!

Baoyu is a baby dragon on a mission! Baba and Ajax are feeling bad, but Baoyu knows can make them feel better.

Art by @lycanlanterns.bsky.social
From Genshin Impact, Zhongli (as a dragon) and Childe (as a fox) curled around Zhongli's daughter, Baoyu (also a dragon).
July 1, 2025 at 4:50 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure || Chapter 25
💧 #Zhongchi #Zhongchili 🔶
archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

Someone is after Baoyu, but who and why?
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure - Chapter 25 - Aiambia - 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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July 1, 2025 at 2:58 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure || Chapter 24
💧 #Zhongchi #Zhongchili 🔶
archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

Bath time and bedtime were always a favorite of Childe's. It's almost surreal that he gets to be here for it again.
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure - Chapter 24 - Aiambia - 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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April 25, 2025 at 7:06 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
‪A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure || Chapter 23
💧 #Zhongchi #Zhongchili 🔶
archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

Xiao cannot understand why Zhongli is so quick to take Childe back. He is a betrayer, a liar, and yet here he is at their door, making life feel like it used to be before he left.
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March 25, 2025 at 9:34 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
The struggles of being a writer
Discord messages in all caps reading: Stop making me cry Keep making me cry Stop making me cry I’m getting mixed messages which is it
February 28, 2025 at 1:32 AM
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pixelatedboat.bsky.social
What I love is having opinions that are controversial enough to make a lot of people mad at me but that are also so boring they have no iconoclastic charge to them at all. For example: I Get Around is the best Beach Boys song
February 27, 2025 at 11:53 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure || Chapter 22
💧 #Zhongchi #Zhongchili 🔶
archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

Love is like war: It's hard, and sometimes you lose battles along the way. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't fight.

Childe decides he needs to fight.
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure - Chapter 22 - Aiambia - 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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February 27, 2025 at 6:24 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure || Chapter 21
💧 #Zhongchi #Zhongchili 🔶
archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

Childe returns to Liyue. Some things are exactly the same, but a year is a lot of time for things and people to change.
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure - Chapter 21 - Aiambia - 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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January 31, 2025 at 10:15 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure || Chapter 20
💧 #Zhongchi #Zhongchili 🔶
archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

The ways of a warrior aren't so familiar to Childe anymore. Natlan will hone him, though, and when he finally returns home, it will be to snow instead of sun as it always should have been.
An excerpt from a fanfic, reading: “I meant to…” Childe tries to find an excuse, some explanation as to why he never mentioned her. “I was going to tell you. I just…I mean…” “It’s okay,” his mother says, squeezing him. “The first year is always hectic, especially with your first.” “She’s a cute kid,” His father says. He pushes a hand through Childe’s hair. “Got your smile.” Childe laughs, but it sounds more like a sob. “She’s got my laugh, too. But when she pouts, she looks just like Zhongli.” “When did you say you were going back to Liyue?” His mother asks. “…I didn’t.” She holds him a little tighter. “Does it ever stop? The worrying, I mean.” Childe asks. “Zhongli is with her so I know she’s fine. Zhongli is a great dad, but I…I just…” “Never stops, kiddo.” His father presses a kiss to his hair. “That’s what happens when you have kids.” “Is this what you feel when I’m not here?” He asks. His mother wipes the tears from his cheeks. “Yes, all the time.”
December 27, 2024 at 9:02 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure || Chapter 19
💧 #Zhongchi #zhongchili 🔶
archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

Childe is gone, but time goes on. Zhongli cannot rage, cannot run, cannot stop. The things he wants come second now, because Childe may be gone, but Baoyu is still here. And she needs him.
An excerpt from a fanfic, reading: It’s different now, without Childe here, but it is also exactly the same. There are nights when he wants to take off, to raze mountain, to tear open the earth, to rip apart Teyvat itself just to feel something other than that cruel ache in his heart. But Zhongli knows that this time must be different. This time, he cannot rampage about the mountains as he pleases, he cannot lose himself in that storm, he cannot run from his grief. There simply isn’t time for that because this time, there’s someone else who needs him. This time, he has Baoyu, but she doesn’t have anyone else. So, Zhongli carries on. He makes his tea and makes her bottles. He cuts fruit and makes outings into the Harbor. He does his terrible Mr. Duck voice and tucks Baoyu into bed. He cries by himself, when no one is there to see. And then he wakes up, and does it all over again.
December 25, 2024 at 5:01 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
In A Moment || Chapter 6

🐦‍⬛ #Lucanis x #Rook || #Rookanis || #Lucanis
🐦‍⬛ Hope, determination, and falling asleep in your lover's arms
🐦‍⬛ #dragonage #veilguard #fanfiction
🐦‍⬛ archiveofourown.org/works/607770...
An excerpt from a fanfic, reading: The sharp edges of hope press against his skin, cutting deep deep scars into his heart. Rook is all but lost to the Fade, the dagger doesn’t work, Lucanis already buried his belief at Tearstone Island, but Spite holds on. He can’t stop hoping—won’t stop. He makes Lucanis go out and look. He makes Lucanis believe, no matter how much it hurts. “Lucanis? Neve asks. No, is what he should say. Because it’s insanity to keep looking when nothing has worked and the world is at its end. “…I’m—we are going to find her,” is what Lucanis says. Because what if Spite is right? What if there’s some smally, miniscule chance that they’ll find her if they just look hard enough? His heart bleeds as he speaks, hope piercing him like a dagger. “There has to be a way.”
December 10, 2024 at 6:47 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
In A Moment || Chapter 5

🐦‍⬛ #Lucanis x #Rook || #Rookanis || #Lucanis
🐦‍⬛ Fluff, formal ceremonies, and a proposal that's not a proposal
🐦‍⬛ #dragonage #veilguard #fanfiction
🐦‍⬛ archiveofourown.org/works/607770...
An excerpt from a fanfic, reading: Viago sighs and starts leading Lucanis to the ceremony room. “I can’t believe you.” “She didn’t have anything else!” “Then buy her something.” “With what time? Do you really think Rook of all people would take a break from saving the world for dress fittings?” Viago glances at him over his shoulder. “Who knows? She was willing to take a break to make out with you in the rain for an hour.” Lucanis chokes on air. “Did you send people to spy on us?” “Spy? No. But Talons, especially the First Talon, do have their own security detail. For your safety.” “Safety. For a master assassin. Right.”
December 6, 2024 at 9:28 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
In A Moment || Chapter 4

🐦‍⬛ #LucanisxRook || #Rookanis || #LucanisRook || #Lucanis
🐦‍⬛ Fluff, pining, and kisses
🐦‍⬛ #dragonage #veilguard #fanfiction
🐦‍⬛ archiveofourown.org/works/607770...
December 4, 2024 at 7:26 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
It feels a little absurd attempting to write and edit fan fiction using speech to text but you know that's what it's come down to
aiambia.bsky.social aiambia @aiambia.bsky.social · Dec 3
Tfw you’ve written so much fanfic in the past 3 weeks that your thumb hurts every time you hit the space bar

Is my thumb bruised or something?? Do I need padding for my spacebar????
December 4, 2024 at 7:25 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
Tfw you’ve written so much fanfic in the past 3 weeks that your thumb hurts every time you hit the space bar

Is my thumb bruised or something?? Do I need padding for my spacebar????
December 3, 2024 at 9:17 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
In A Moment || Chapter 3

🐦‍⬛ #LucanisxRook || #Rookanis || #LucanisRook || #Lucanis
🐦‍⬛ Fluff, pining, and Lucanis's clouds of doom
🐦‍⬛ #dragonage #veilguard
🐦‍⬛ archiveofourown.org/works/607770...
An excerpt from a fanfic, reading: Teia leans in close. “When’s the last time you got laid?” “You’re not seriously asking me that?” “Probably before the Ossuary,” Viago says. “What was it…the Rialto job? With that jewel?” “Ah, yes!” Teia smiles. “He returned to Treviso with a completed contract, a giant emerald, and a limp!” “I’m begging you to stop.” --- “So…we’re not doing this?” Lucanis asks. There’s a pang of disappointment, but it’s undercut by a strange wave of calm. “Oh no,” Neve says. She hops off her desk to gather some of the papers that were knocked aside. “I’m not getting in the middle of…whatever you and Rook have going on.” “There’s nothing going on.” Neve laughs. “And that’s the problem, isn’t it?”
November 29, 2024 at 7:30 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
In A Moment
🐦‍⬛ #Lucanis x #Rook || #Rookanis
🐦‍⬛ #dragonage #datv #veilguard
🐦‍⬛ Fluff, pining, reading together as a form of flirting
🐦‍⬛ Chapter 2/6

archiveofourown.org/works/607770...
An excerpt from a fanfic, reading: Perhaps he should just say something; let her break his heart now instead of waiting until he’s too far gone. Better now than in the middle of trying to kill a god. Better now when they have a moment and he’s certain that it’s just a crush, than wait until he has actually, truly, wholly fallen in love. He reaches forward, reaching for the hair that’s fallen into her face. Gently, he brushes his fingers across her cheek and tucks her hair behind her ear. Lucanis has every intention of telling her, of just saying it to get it over with, but then she looks up at him with those big shining eyes and she smiles at him with that gentle warm smile. She leans into his touch, leans closer to him as she continues to read. She steals his breath away, and the words he was going to say are lost to the sound of starlight.
November 26, 2024 at 3:24 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
A Cradle for Our Precious Treasure || Chapter 18
💧 #ZhongChi #Zhongchili 🔶
archiveofourown.org/works/421616...

It's Baoyu's birthday!!

And Childe is nowhere to be found.
An excerpt from a fanfic, reading: “Good morning Baoyu,” Zhongli tells her, picking her up. He presses a kiss to her cheek. “Happy Birthday.” “Ba bam mam mmm!” She tells him, once she’s settled back in his arms. “Indeed,” Zhongli replies, already making his way back to the kitchen. “Breakfast sounds like a wonderful idea. He glances into Childe’s room as he passes it, but the door is open and the room is empty. Zhongli smiles, shaking his head. He won’t be surprised when Childe returns later with another armful of presents or a last-minute bundle of streamers to hang up. At least it seems like Childe had some sort of breakfast before he left, if tea alone counts as breakfast. The tea on the stove is still hot, a pyro talisman stuck to the bottom of it, and its Zhongli’s favorite. There’s a mug sitting out for him—Childe’s is already in the sink, and there’s even a bottle sitting out for Baoyu with another pryo talisman sitting nearby to warm it up. Zhongli glances up at the clock -- 9:30. Pleanty of time for Childe to return before the party starts.
November 25, 2024 at 7:39 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
Attempting to plot out a new fic using beat sheets to learn how they work and WOW this is HARD

idk if I've ever had to think this hard about how a story's going to go. Normally I just plot out events as they come to me, but now every choice feels so purposeful
November 24, 2024 at 11:47 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
In A Moment
🐦‍⬛ #Lucanis x #Rook
🐦‍⬛ #dragonage #datv #veilguard
🐦‍⬛ Fluff, pining, cooking, and starlight
🐦‍⬛ Chapter 1/6

archiveofourown.org/works/607770...
A preview of a fanfic, reading: Rook looks at him with a smile and a raised eyebrow. “This is ‘real food’?” “A charcuterie board,” Lucanis explains. He retrieves some grapes to add to the board as the team eats. “It’s an Orlesian appetizer and a better use for sausage than biting into it.” He says it with exasperation, with annoyance, with Spite, and…she giggles. For some reason, her face lights up and she laughs like twinkling stars in Treviso’s night sky. ‘Make her do it again!’ Spite yells. Lucanis waves him away, but he's distracted while he eats—by Rook, by her laugh. Though he tries to make it seem as though he is keeping an eye on how much food is left, he knows his gaze slips to her. She talks with Bellara, smiling and laughing, but it’s not quite the way she laughed with him. He didn’t know starlight even had a sound, but he’s sure he heard it there on the other side of the table.
November 23, 2024 at 8:15 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
More excerpts that aren't making it into the #Lucanis fic.
An excerpt from a fanfic, reading: “Lucanis?” Lucanis takes a breath, looking up from the trash-that-passes-as-a-report on the table in front of him. Davrin and Bellara look back at him with varying levels of amused and concerned. “Everything okay?” Bellara asks, tentatively. “Yes.” Lucanis turns over the report to the next page. Davrin picks up one of the many empty coffee cups littering the dining table. “Really?” Lucanis pinches the bridge of his nose. “No.” “…Did something happen?” Bellara asks. “What is all of this?” Lucanis sighs. “Paper work. Reports from the Crows for the First Talon to review and sign off on.” “…Okay?” “And someone—” Lucanis slams his fist down against the offending report. He’d tear it up if he didn’t have to sign and return it. “—decided to submit a frankly invasive report about my date.” Davrin and Bellara both fight back smiles. He can’t blame them. It would be funny if the report wasn’t about him. “Don’t,” he warns. “Were they not supposed to write a report on…that?” Davrin asks. Lucanis sighs again. “Technically, as First Talon, all of public activities have to be monitored, just in case. So. This is a sanctioned report.” Davrin doesn’t laugh, but he’s given up on trying not to smile. “I see. That’s…uh…” “Is it…a good report? At least?” Bellara asks. “No! It reads like a trashy serial! I can’t believe someone actually submitted this.” Bellara gasps, taking a step closer to the table. “Can I read it?” Lucanis frowns at her as Davrin finally breaks, laughing into his hand. Bellara takes a step back. “Nevermind. Sorry.”
November 23, 2024 at 7:34 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
Tfw I just wanna be home writing fic 😔
November 17, 2024 at 1:49 AM
Reposted by aiambia
roxiqt.com
Life is short. Write that novel. Paint that painting. Try new recipes. Learn black magic. Go into the forest at night. Summon a demon. Earn that demon's trust. Become best friends with it. Brag to everyone else about your new cool demon best friend. Knit that sweater.
November 15, 2024 at 11:42 PM
aiambia.bsky.social
Fanfic is wild sometimes.

How is it that the long-fic I've been working on for a couple years now is like 7-10k words per chapter but the impulsive dragon age fic I just banged out two chapters of is 2-4k words per chapter??

I swear that's not on purpose.
November 16, 2024 at 6:20 AM
aiambia.bsky.social
This is not making it into the #Lucanis fic I'm writing. It's too out of character and doesn't fit tonally, but it's funny and I want someone to read it.

#DragonAge #TheVeilguard
An excerpt from a fanfiction, reading: When she’s gone, Lucanis finds himself back on that couch with his head in his hands, wondering what the hell just happened. A low whistle calls Assan off the couch and makes Lucanis look up over his hands. Davrin stands by the table wearing half of a frown and looking towards the library door. “What?” Lucanis asks. “You have to do something about that.” “About what?” “Rook.” Davrin looks at him like he’s crazy. “She’s practically throwing herself at you and you’re just sitting there.” Lucanis sends him the same look. “She’s not throwing herself at me, she’s just being friendly. She flirst with everyone. It’s...a joke. Or something.” Davrin scoffs. “Yeah well, when she’s joking with me, her shirt isn’t completely unbuttoned.” “...It isn’t?” Davrin laughs and waves his hand to guide Assan towards the door. An excerpt from a fanfiction, reading: “I don’t understand how he’s not getting it!” Rook exclaims, bursting into Neve’s office. She buttons up her shirt as she does. She’s interrupted Neve and Bellara, but they were almost certainly talking about serials. She flops down on Neve’s cot, beside Bellara, and slouches against the wall. Bellara gives her a sympathetic look. “Ooh, did he freeze again?” “Might as well have...” “Did you show him your tits?” Neve asks. Rook laughs. “Pretty much.” Bellara frowns. “Did he freeze because of your...” “No.” Neve clicks her tongue. “Damn.” They’re quiet for a moment, lost in thought. “Maybe...he’s just gay?” Bellara suggests. Neve shakes her head. “No, he stares at Rook too often with that dopey look to only like men.” “He just...doesn’t get it,” Rook says. “You might have to tell him directly,” Neve says. “I don’t want to...break him. Again.” “It was kind of funny, the first time,” Bellara says. Rook sighs. “But I dont want to laugh at him, either.” “Well,” Neve gently waves away a little wisp that floats too close to her face. “You could show him your tits again.” Rook tries to frown at her, but it quickly turns into a laugh, and that laugh spreads throughout the room.
November 15, 2024 at 6:35 AM