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bakerstreet2026-05-03 12:21 pm
Wherever you will go
― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of various settings. comment with your character, tag others, roll for prompts. )
001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork .
002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud .
003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm.
004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls .
005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air .
006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument .
007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers .
008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys .
009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions .
010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly .
011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses .
012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead .
013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals .
014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks .
015. a pond with ducks, seeking food .
016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago .
017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells .
018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors .
019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon .
020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks .
021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks .
022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes .
023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee .
024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind .
025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees .
026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river .
027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes .
028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere .
029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire .
030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area .
031. a lone phone box on a street corner .
032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact .
033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen .
034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path .
035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep .
036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it .
037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger .
038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers .
039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma .
040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep .
041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder .
042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove .
043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows .
044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance .
045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare .
046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents .
047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf .
048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room .
049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean .
050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .
( stolen from here. )
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Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins 🔥 Genshin Impact
for @vulf (027)
Surprisingly, maybe the people most of all. He's always been a loner, even as part of the Lightkeepers, but now he's spent days being introduced to what felt like every person in Mondstadt. He expected to meet Varka's two adopted kids and try to win them over, but he quickly noticed that his fiance was a father figure to most of the city.
Somehow, Flins was folded into that warmth without resistance.
He met the kids first, of course. He had some mild issues with Razor, as animals never did like him much... but after a spar and some stories about the volkodlak, he was told he was 'lupical'. Then he shared drinks with Rosaria (and, inevitably, sparred again). Flins wasn't surprised. After all, they were Varka's.
He had brought gifts, as was customary. They did not remain with their intended recipient for long, however - the jewelry meant for his stepdaughter was swiftly replaced for a keg of firewater as soon as he met her, and were instead distributed among Mondstadt's women alongside embellished, outrageous stories. The smiles he received in return were worth far more. Jean's quiet warmth, Lisa's teasing charm... it sat really well with him, to give away these priceless trinkets from his old life as an aristocrat to the people who overthrew their own aristocracy in the name of freedom.
Mona had eagerly examined his unusual star sign, and he had entrusted her with one of his finer gems for scrying. Fischl proved a delight - her flair for dramatic storytelling matched his own in a way he found deeply entertaining. Noelle, earnest and steadfast, left their sparring match with a ruby-studded rose clip secretly tucked into her hair. Klee had braided his own hair while excitedly explaining her preferred method of 'fishing'... which, apparently, involved explosions.
Albedo, Durin and Mika had been familiar faces, but the alchemist's assistant was new. Their discussion of her possible lineage had been very engaging, and she wore Snezhnayan silver quite well in her fox-like ears. So did the blue-haired knight with the greatsword, whose conversation on nobility only reaffirmed Flins' satisfaction in leaving that world behind.
An evening with Kaeya devolved into mutual and very unserious flirtation combined with heavy drinking, made all the more amusing by Diluc serving them with visible restraint. Later, as he leaned against his fiance, the conversation turned more serious; Diluc's quieter dealings, his cooperation with Nefer, and the undercurrents beneath Mondstadt's calm surface.
Diona proved the only truly difficult introduction. His fondness for wine did him no favors there. Thankfully he eventually won her over with a few... creative suggestions for handling her father. Entirely innocent, of course. If a stray blue flame later startled the man into temporary sobriety, that was merely coincidence.
...and then there was Bennett. Bright, earnest, and terribly unlucky. His story lingered with Flins longer than most. The charm he gave the boy may not change fate, but perhaps it would soften it.
Of course there were still those he had yet to meet, particularly within the church. That, he decided, could wait until the wedding. In the meantime, hearing of their faith from the god himself proved far more entertaining - Venti was an exceptional drinking companion, and an even better storyteller. They could spend the whole night spinning stories together, and his poor fiance had to carry him off to bed more than once.
All in all, Flins felt like he had been welcomed like family... and what a strange but wonderful feeling that was. Overwhelming, too - which was why the betrothed decided to spend the day alone here at bank of the lake, relaxing with wine and good food. The fae leans back against Varka's chest, Klee's carefully preserved braid falling over one shoulder as he tips his head back to place a kiss at the other man's jaw. ]
Your home is as warm and welcoming as you, ο λύκος μου. I'm happy to be here.
[ He can't stay, he knows that, but... let him enjoy this for as long as he can. ]
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Everyone loves Varka's fiancé. He couldn't ask for more ...
Unless "more" boiled down to a simple afternoon in the dappled shade with said fiancé, picnicing alone with nothing to do but roll around in the grass together. Yes, this is perfection! He hums, arms around Flins and a ready smile awaiting the peck on his jaw. ]
You fit right in. Better stop giving out gemstones though, or you'll have none left in your collection.
[ Untrue, but Flins is terribly generous. ]
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He stretches like a cat before emptying his glass of wine, a pleased little noise accompanying it. He certainly has a fondness for the drink, even if firewater fueled his flame a bit more steadily. Still, the warmth he feels in his chest isn't just because he's a little tipsy.
Then Varka mentions his perhaps too easily given gifts, and the fae chuckles. ]
I'm more willing to part with old jewelry than the gems I collect. There was nobody to wear them.
[ They would have gone to his future wife, if the reign of the Beryl Tsar didn't end and he stepped away from the court. They mostly gathered dust in their fancy boxes. ]
I'd rather they make someone smile. Although...
[ He slips a hand into a pocket, and then holds something up to Varka. In his fingers is a black ring, with a band of looks like blue glimmering stone in the middle. ]
I kept one.
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[ Chuckling, he idly pets Flins's leg as his lover downs some wine. When Varka blinks up at him next, a ring is hovering over his head. ]
Kyr!
[ Scooting to sit up, he takes the ring and admires it with wide blue eyes that match the central line of the ring. ]
Is this for me? How long have you had it?
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Blue eyes. Blue flame. ]
Of course it is for you. It's a custom, isn't it? [ He chuckles, sitting up as well and turning so that he can face the other man. ] ...and I believe it's been in my family a for a few millennia. I had Arkhyp resize it for your big fingers.
[ A task that had not been easy, but the man had been up for the task - especially since he got to work with material he'd never seen before. ]
Do you like it?
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[ He chokes a bit on the word but that awe doesn't stop him giving Flins a stink-eye for the big fingers comment. Varka slides it onto his ring-finger, admiring it with a softened gaze that slides over to Flins. He leans in to steal a lingering kiss, squeezing one of the fae's hands. ]
I didn't think you'd want rings. Now I'll have to get you one for your dainty little digits.
[ Revenge. ]
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[ Excuse you, he loves those big fingers! They have given him a lot of pleasure! That stink-eye is adorable, though, and he watches as Varka slides it onto his finger. It looks like it fits perfectly, which isn't a surprise considering his previous thought. He knew those fingers.
Seeing it on his hand settles something in his chest, too. Maybe he's a little possessive. (Sure, a 'little'...)
The kiss that follows is full of affection, and he meets it greedily. His more slender hand is squeezed as his knight mentions getting one for him as well, and Flins chuckles. For all the adornments on his outfit, he didn't really wear rings. He would have to stop putting a glove on that hand, just to see it every day when they were apart. ]
My dainty little digits would be happy with a dandelion stem, αγάπη μου.
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[ He kisses him again, this time slinging a leg over Flins's lap and sitting right on top of him. Varka's thighs frame his fiancé's hips and he tugs him forward by his shirt, kissing him slowly, less appropriately for outdoors tomfoolery; he likes to do this, to let Flins feel his stubble and the heat of his mouth, different entirely to the flame that keeps him warm. ]
Until I can think of something amazing to give you in return, you're getting spoiled rotten every day.
[ Which is all just talk, they spoil each other and act silly all the time, but he frames it as a threat. Oh no! ]
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There's nothing to top. I give you this eagerly, a share of my story as well as my heart.
[ The 'threat' draws a fuller laugh, and his pastel-yellow eyes flicker with amusement. They definitely already act like newlyweds, both spoiled with affection and intimacy as well as good drink and company. Even the food burns differently. ]
I look forward to that, my knight.
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