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lovesickeros · 8 months

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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #neuvillette #focalors #furina #dont ask what happened here idk #this was. also supposed 2 be neuvi focused and then i.#dont talk 2 me abt focalors i wont ever shut up #got a 300k word essay on hand abt how i feel abt her character/how i interpret her personality and her story #focalors jsut like me fr fr (cries at the slightest inconvenience or the slightest mean comment)#shes so pathetic girlfail im gonna chew on her #what happens when reader gets stuck with two emotionally repressed french bastards?? hell #neuvi is the “emotionless” flavor of emotionally repressed in that hes HORRIBLE at showing emotions at all #ask him to smile and its incredibly unnerving and theres too many teeth but hes trying his best please call him pretty or he will cry :(#furina is the flavor of emotionally repressed where she makes it up by having Too Many emotions #using theatrics and masks to show everyone what they want to see but inside this girl is a MESS #constant anxiety and panic 24/7 #will do random shit and look at you and if u dont compliment her she will think u hate her and cry #compliment her and she'll do even stupider shit to try and impress you more #i love my scrunkly little babies they r so stupid and mentally ill someone get these bitches some THERAPY #i want 2 put them under a microscope #watch this be ooc fr furina when more of her lore drops if shes not girlfail im leaving #anyway see u in a week im going on a trip ill get back 2 u in 6-7 business days

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calyptrion · 2 months

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Some sketches of the cutest girl of hell V2!

I LOVE to think (take everything below as my headcanon) that V2 was designed in the after the war times and because of it was given more unnecessary things like a module for showing emotions with a eye hologram in her lens which although make her more human friendly ( I guess machine production at that point needed to show humans that machines can be used not only for war but altho for more daly tasks and for that kinda change direction for a little bit more cute and “soft” of some sort designs.) V1 on it’s occasion was made with more of "fighting and surviving long times in the battlefield" thoughts so it don’t have any extra parts like that and its lens only sometimes glitches when it get hit with an energy orb.

#ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #v2 ultrakill #keep in mind that Im BAD at ultrakill lore and i can’t even watch some lore videos because i want to make it out on myself((#or at least finish all the game idk #ethervay V1 and V2 just make me feel so much emotion it make me sick i altho LOVE their designs so much i just can’t

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nico-di-genova · 28 days

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THIS Charles doing the kart maintenance for

THIS Arthur 🥹

Baby engineer! Charles taking apart Arthur’s whole kart just to see how it all works. Arthur being so excited to get to hang out with Charles while he works on it. I have to lay on the floor.

#Charles finding his love for the technical side of motorsports through helping his brother #yeah…everytime I think of it it makes me want to cry a little #meanwhile max growing up watching Charles work and being like 😡😡😡#because he’s pissed Charles is still in his circle of existence #but also he hates that Charles looks kind of cute when he’s got grease smeared across his cheek #keep to the line #engineer!charles #kttl lore

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agentark · 1 month

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do you ever think about how in the literal very first scene with Rebecca, we learn that Unit Bravo had no idea she even had a kid

she chose UB and The Agency over the detective so consistently, so frequently, that her team didn't even consider that she had some kind of life outside of them, with someone waiting for her at home

#twc #Rebecca I am obsessed with your brain #like N and F especially are so moved by the ideas of family and normalcy and having a home to return to #i just want UB to really sit with the idea of what the detective missed bc their mom chose to be their handler #twc rebecca #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven #Rebecca's grief and fear and sense of duty melding into one giant nightmare creature of work-life imbalance #I've been contemplating what a rebecca & mc relationship would look like if rook hadn't died #much to consider #the rebecca lore is making me insane the more i think about it #like if anyone was going to have any inkling of Rebecca's personal life it'd be UB and theyre like 'child?? dead husband??'#she trusted agency sitters enough to watch the detective but never let even hinted her own team that she had a kid !!!#idk im rambling now

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feltcreature · 5 months

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this guy

#i love him but everytime i think of him i think of that “that fucking bird that i hate” video and it makes me laugh #i am so excited to watch dotn tomorrow. i’ve been waiting forever #me and mum watched the first one today i needed to catch her up on chicken lore #chicken run #rocky rhodes #aardman

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1captainjordan4 · 2 years

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A battle with yourself

What do you mean Joels lore isnt that deep? Im digging man

#empiressmp #Empires smp #Smallishbeans #Mcyt #My art #Lat #Hihi #Its a broken mirror and you see your 'demon' in it cliche #Love that #Watch me make lore of god joels beef with editor joel #Editor joel is my favourite blorbo

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aether-weather · 8 months

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SAGESUNE MIKU >:DDD

#i rise from the dead once again!!#sorry about the long periods of time in between me posting #school is absolutely kicking my ass right now and i havent had any time to draw the creatures :(#ive also just been feeling unsatisfied with my art as of late #its probably just too much time online looking at other peoples art making me feel bad about myself #even though im improving as fast as i can it doesnt feel like im getting any better #but i know from experience that that feeling doesnt go away with time #so i guess ill always see flaws in my art no matter how hard i try to get better #man. that got really depressing :/#anyways SAGE!!! i love her she is my favorite of all time and im going to draw her so much yall dont even KNOW :D #ive got tons of other stuff planned too so watch out >:3 #i could hit you guys with 6 paragraphs of au lore any day now #sonic the hedgehog #sage robotnik #AWWWHHHGG SHE HAS HER OWN LITTLE TAG IM SOBBING #anyways #sage sonic #hatsune miku #i guess #whoof im scared to post this #or maybe im just exhausted #probably both :/

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leverage-ot3 · 1 month

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okay I’ve seen a lot of posts about sterling just being crowley and. guys. the implications just hear me out 😭😭😭

bending lore slightly here BUT let’s say crowley’s body was once inhabited by a human and crowley is possessing the body (maybe he kills the initial inhabitant bc he doesn’t care)

but he still has the guy’s memories. he doesn’t bother keeping up appearances with his ‘ex wife’ because he is too busy building up his hell empire. BUT for some reason he can’t quite identify, he still feels something towards his ‘daughter’. he lets the divorce happen and doesn’t feel the need (or desire) to fight for custody, but he can never quite forget her, to cast her out of his mind for good

some hijinks ensue with the leverage team. it’s mostly because even a grind culture demon wants some off time every once in a while, and for him the insurance investigator stuff is more of a hobby. interacting with the leverage crew is very low stakes for him, and honestly, quite amusing. they aren’t on his level power-wise, but that ford character gives him the mental exercise he hasn’t experienced in, well, he can’t even remember

he can feel their frustration and anger when they learn he has become employed by interpol and feeds off it. it’s great, and relaxing in a way he is never able to achieve while conducting hell-related business

one year he gets wind that olivia is in a really bad situation associated with his ‘ex wife’s’ new husband. he’s selling vital hardware to terrorists, and while that might actually be the kind of chaos he would normally support or be entertained by as the king of hell, something feels wrong about letting olivia stay anywhere near that man

he calls upon the body’s adversaries. he wouldn’t admit it, even under duress, BUT he feels slightly fond of them. nate for the three dimensional chess they play, sophie for her ability to charm and disguise, parker for her chaos and slightly unsettling nature (it’s the autism swag and being bad with human interaction but he doesn’t know that lol), hardison for his unapologetic intelligence and eliot for his hardened violent past and take-no-shit persona (he’s fun to tease)

they perform exactly as he expected, right into his carefully crafted plan. and then olivia is under his care and things get more complicated. he keeps her FAR, FAR away from anything related to the supernatural (heh). no one can find out about her, ESPECIALLY not those imbecile hunter brothers (if for nothing else than the embarrassment in revealing he has a weak spot)

not sure how to work it into this post but I also want to add that somewhere along the way he develops feelings for nate and sophie. the frame up job is near and dear to my heart and you can’t convince me that isn’t fighting as flirting behavior. his interpol persona is more of a side hustle so to speak, but he finds it fun (relaxing, even) to fill that role. there aren’t any obligations of other demons, bothersome hunters, or anything like that. nate and sophie are low stakes, except, they aren’t, really. they make him feel things he can’t ever really remember feeling. his heart beats fast when sophie sat in his lap and cradled his face, his hands sweat when nate gives him that certain smug look. he’s exasperated by the way they can run circles around him like no one else has ever before. they annoy him and get under his skin in a way no one else can and it’s infuriating. but also not, at the same time. maybe he likes it

and then the long goodbye job happens

hear me out and suspend your belief here for a second, because I can’t remember if crowley supernaturally knows when ppl die/are dead or not.

so nate is in interpol custody and the interviewer is obviously out of her depth. (most people are, when it comes to nathan ford.) he walks in and pours the man a drink, but he’s fuming. somewhere along the way he came to care about the team. hell and suffering is literally in his (official) job description, but he can admit (only to himself) that he admires what they do. it’s not for him, not anything close to where his passions and interests lie, but he respects their drive and purpose. he is also aware enough to acknowledge that they are a family, a group of misfits that never belonged quite anywhere except to each other.

and nate fucking blew it up, ruined it, because his vice is being so obsessed with the end game that he is apparently willing to let his team, his family, the people that anchor him to reality, die because the ends supposedly justify the means.

not this time. not to sterling crowley

he is enraged. he can admit within the confines of his mind that he cares for nate, for sophie, even for the other three (though nate and sophie have somehow made it a hierarchy where they are more important to him. which he will dissect later in private. maybe.)

nate let them die, he let sophie die, and for what? the black book? hell below, crowley would have made things easier somehow, if he knew that this was where nate’s sights had lied. he would have prevented this somehow. he wants to have prevented this. he doesn’t want any of them dead and is too afraid to check and verify because that would make it real. the idea of sophie (or any of them) somehow making it to hell instead of heaven would probably break something in him he might not be able to repare fully.

he yells at nate- he’s angry. hellfire burning in his heart because everything is ruined. the deaths aside (however hard it is to set them aside in his mind), nate will not recover from this, not ever. this will be the start of the end, he is sure. a miserable, guilt-ridden existence where he drinks himself to death and nothing will save him. it plays out in crowley’s mind in a thousand different ways that are beyond painful to conceptualize, even in theory.

the story starts to unravel and there is a game afoot. a solemn, miserable, infuriating game because the con is still in session because parker is alive and in the building- which sets another fire alight in his chest. ‘parker even know you got hardison killed?’ he rages for her grief when she finds out. he knows it will double when she finds out eliot has perished, too, because he isn’t fucking blind.

but nate is a brilliant man, lest he forget too quickly. they are all alive, and somehow still the entire crew slips through his fingers. he’s not even angry (he never would have been- he doesn’t actually try too hard to catch them. it’s about the game, not the consequences). he lets them keep the black book because he’s fucking exhausted and honestly, they more than earned it.

‘now we’re even. tell sophie to drive carefully’. they will never be even, not really. crowley would never admit or agree that being human is the superior state of being, but that have made him feel human in a way he doesn’t actually mind. they keep him on his toes and match him in a way unique to them, they remind him that there are other things than the realm of hell. not necessarily bigger than hell, but maybe just as important in a different sense.

watching the van drive away, something inside him settles. when he walked into the interrogation room that day he thought this was the beginning of the end. it’s not the end at all, not an end to anything. it’s a continuation of their story. maybe, he thinks, a beginning to a new era in it

#before anyone says anything YES I KNOW HOW SPN LORE WORKS I WATCHED IT FOR MANY YEARS #I am just making this silly post for my own (and possibly your) amusement #I’m not digging too heavily into spn plot because I haven’t watched in forever and don’t trust my memory to make accurate commentary lol #also I know it’s probably layed but lied looked better somehow don’t worry about it #sorry this is so long I wasn’t sure where to break it to a read more bc all of it was too important to me 😭💀#tell me in the comments if you’d prefer a read more and where you think it should go #I haven’t been into spn for years HOW DOES THIS AU HAVE SUCH A CHOKEHOLD OVER ME #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #(background)#nate ford #sophie devereaux #jim sterling #nate x sophie #nate x sophie x sterling #crossovers #leverage x spn #leverage x supernatural #supernatural #crowley spn #crowley supernatural #crowley #leverage #mine #not even queueing this I need it posted immediately. instant gratification #pls like rb comment etc I need the validation #I ended up putting a read more for the long goodbye job

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belligerentbagel · 1 year

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in every universe

#*squints* how are yall tagging this #huntlow #paulliam #willina #??? okey dokey #the owl house #willow park #hunter #draws #me: 'hmm! you are in a seasonal mood pit right now so it would be good to do some of the hands-on crafts you want to make headway on -'#me: [learns about the Animation Test LORE]#my brain: funk yeah. FUNK f funk yeah! conk crete. yeah!#mostly just needed this out of the files so i can go TAKE CARE OF MIDTERMS. (aaaaaaa)#oops there are some areas i overlooked here but! buuuuuT!#(finished not perfect etc etc)#EDIT snkghfjk okay you can tell that i watched the animation test like. once. and then just referenced the palette of the in-canon garb #FORGOT THAT PAULINA HAS A WAND T_____T FORGIVE ME PAULINA

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hadesbullshit · 3 months

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I have thoughts qTubbo's death & qPhil's reaction to it

I think q!Phil just laughing it off was because he doesn't rly think of death for humans as permanent. immortal who spent most of his life around other immortals and with hazy memories from before the island -bc long life = memories fade- and that, plus he's seen Tubbo come back from worse than a squabble with Richas. so at first he sees Tubbo's body lying there and he like does a kick flip over it and tell other people with a laugh because qTubbo can just pick himself up, the guy is being dramatic. or so goes Phil's thought.

Also hes got this big romanic connection with death id we're consiering Kristen semi cannon and Missa being a reaper. Death isnt a thing that stops people from being and it certainly isnt perminant. its just like going into another room

#also bc i had to say it: i think qPhil being so haha funny about it was more like ccPhil going #'oh haha my freind died in minecraft lol ill see him like tomrorrow' sort of thing #'oh haha my freind died in minecraft lol ill see him like tomrorrow' sort of thing bc phil doesn't rly do a lot of hard core rp as often #like when he's on the server hes just messing about not doing *LORE*#(and while it bugs me sometimes he is one to make fun of people who do more dramtic lore)#i may bc biased bc i am a philza minecraft defender till i die (or it terns out he's a horrible person)#also also also i did not watch the [art of the stream where tubbo died bc i was buessy #sorry #tubbo #q!tubbo #qsmp tubbo #qsmp #philza #philza minecraft #qsmp phil #q!phil #q!philza

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waddles-ex-machina · 4 months

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actually the best thing about season 3 is how fucking VINDICATED i feel as a hardcore johanna fan right from the airing of the first season. up til season 2 aired i was what felt like the ONLY person stanning her in this space and no one cared yeah yeah she's just hilda's boring mom but jokes on you she's also INSANE and wields a BUZZSAW and has more lore than any other character in the entire show. you all LAUGHED at me but LOOK WHO'S LAUGHING NOW

#she was cool before she got all the angst and lore btw #but it rly feels like. like betting on a horse at the races i bet on the right character to get severe years-long brainrot about #this vindication was 5 years in the making #i know there are other ppl stanning johanna (ppl with good taste)#but i swear some time ago i saw wife say smth in a tag like 'i thought back in the day waddles was the only jo stan' and felt SO validated #bc for a while it sure Felt like it was just me and my lesbianism in the jo fan club #anyway i was Right All Along #watching the finale like yeah that's my fucking WIFE!!!!#THE character EVER thanks for coming to my ted talk #ah wait #hilda season 3 spoilers #hilda spoilers #hilda s3 #hilda s3 spoilers #Hilda the series #Hilda season 3 #Hilda netflix

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mamawasatesttube · 2 months

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i do think that despite being the squad's designated nerds, kon and bart struggle to watch lotr together because kon physically CANNOT stop infodumping through any of the movies (and of course they have to watch the extended editions only), but bart's like. you want me to sit in one place and watch one screen for 12 fucking hours. and on top of that you WON'T SHUT UP the ENTIRE TIME? i already can't focus on movies and you TALK THROUGH THE WHOLE THING? im going to fucking bite you--

#rimi talks #i like to hand bart my personal flavor of adhd as in ''it is physically painful to watch a movie--#--without mental preparation. stimulants. and something to fidget with''#in some cases someone talking through a thing can make it easier for me to watch it but in others im like broooo shut up 😭#bc sometimes i just can't get into a story or focus on it if someone keeps interrupting and i have to split my attention!!!#and i think handing that to bart. well it fits. movies make you sit in one place for a longass time and im not even a speedster #meanwhile kon gets neurodivergence brand ''this is one of my hyperfixations/special interests and if i don't tell you everything i know--#--about it ever at every single opportunity i WILL explode and die on the spot''. which. is also me during lotr marathons #not only will my friends know about the shaving cream used for the caradhras scenes.#they will know about the significance of celebrimbor and narvi's friendship when we see the gates of moria #and i WILL be talking balrog lore even after gandalf is already down the pit and we're in lothlórien #(obligatory break to quote ''a balrog of morgoth.'' ''what did you say?'' @ celeborn tho)#kon #bart

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transphilza · 1 year

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support group for people who joined the dsmp fandom after april of 2021 because the only major server event (that wasn’t an Ending) that we got to experience with the community was the fucking prison break

#‘remember when wilbur started his stream on nov16 and tick tick boom was playing and it was like-‘ NO!!!!! IM SORRY!!!!! IM A FRAUD!!!!!!!!!#im SUPER greatful i got to see Almost all of the revivebur streams live though. like seriously ❤️❤️#and a few las nevadas ones. like we’ve had great stuff dont get me wrong #but man i do really wish id gotten to see stuff like lmanberg and nov16 and doomsday and all that live #its pain bc i LITERALLY WATCHED SO MANY OF THE CCS ALREADY AT THAT PT #id watched s.mp live so i knew Everyone from there And i watched drm since his first few videos #i just Didnt Have The Time to watch :(#also on a more serious level i didnt get to see that much of technos lore live because he was diagnosed not long after i made this blog #its just. yeahh. it doesnt make me seriously upset cause you cant change the past like it doesnt matter #but i do think about it wistfully

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𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 | 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐡

series: yoimix christmas event !! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)

pairing: kaveh x reader

synopsis: apparently, being a genius architect does not translate into making perfect gingerbread houses. and with the distractions he presents, you really should’ve thought this through.

prompt: kaveh + making a gingerbread house together + e2l

genre: fluff, e2l, golden retriever boy kaveh

wc: 2.8k

warnings: language, kaveh blushes easily, they’re both so stupid bc idiots to lovers is my fav trope, there’s some ~sexual tension~

a/n: let’s pretend christmas is a thing on teyvat and jesus ascended to celestia or smth </3

“No. Absolutely not.” You cross your arms.

“Why not?”

“Why does a gingerbread house need a courtyard?” You ask, exasperated.

“For the gingerbread children to play around the snow, I don’t know!” Kaveh throws his hands up in defeat. “It’ll look beautiful, trust me.”

“Have you ever, in your life, considered the practicality of anything?” You massage your forehead.

There is no way this could’ve worked out. Who suggested the two of you work together for the competition again? Ah, that bastard Alhaitham, backed by the little purple merchant. You shouldn’t have trusted the Scribe, the villain of every rumor circulating through Sumeru city, and let’s not start on Dori. Yet, you took up his offer and his word that he knows the best architect of the Ksharehwar Darshan.

You were suspicious, of course, but you didn’t expect to fall right into the arms of the most heinous existence known to civil engineers across all of Teyvat. You’d never have thought the Scribe of Sumeru Akademiya held Kaveh in such high regard, much less that they were roommates. After all, Kaveh’s just the most obnoxious presence you’ve dealt with during your time at the Akademiya. He’s talented, no doubt—just a nightmare to work with. And that’s what you told yourself when you signed both of your names up regardless.

If only someone would let you start. He’s spewing nonsense for all you care.

“You architects and your poetic gibberish,” you huff. “It’s going to be a cottage at most!”

“It can’t be that hard,” he presses, leaning forward. “I already have the design in mind. Why don’t you let me do it?”

“How dare you- you sound so… condescending, you big oaf!” You seethe. “We’d have a better chance at winning if you let me take over instead.”

“You think a boring old cottage will win a competition all of Sumeru is partaking in?”

You press your lips together. That’s true. Easy won’t win. But what he’s suggesting is simply ridiculous.

“I know the festival comes from Mondstadt but this is Sumeru! We don’t have to do that cottage nonsense.” Kaveh matches your eye level, his own bright with anticipation. “I’ve known Sumeru architecture my whole life, I promise I won’t mess it up. For-for you.”

His tone is softer; perhaps he’s too tired to fight. He rubs the back of his head, standing awkwardly under your gaze.

“Fine,” you agree, crossing your arms. “But none of that interior decorating!”

Kaveh pouts. “But the little chairs and tables and fireplace! They’ll be so cute.”

You step closer, a glare so sharp even Kaveh flinches. “We have twelve hours to get this done, Kaveh. Let’s not waste time. I like my eight hours of sleep.”

The icy tone of your voice must have gotten to him. He flushes deeply, eyes unable to meet yours.

“Al-alright.”

Disaster starts with all-purpose flour. Or maybe disaster is in Kaveh’s bones and every stretch of his limbs rains down your misery.

“That’s too much!” You wave your hands around wildly. “Have you ever baked before?”

“Not really,” he answers.

You can only return a deadpan stare. “Huh. What made you want to join the competition then?”

“Money.”

You suck your teeth.

“That, and I like the idea of designing something made to be destroyed,” he hums, shuffling through the cupboard to bring out the rest of the utensils. “I’ve never done that before.”

You feel a smile tugging. “Well, you certainly are destroying our chances at this competition.”

“Hey!”

Kaveh sprinkles a bit of flour towards you, catching you off guard. Jaw unhinging in disbelief, you take some more of the flour and throw it right at his face. He turns in time, but there’s flour inside his shirt and a not-so-friendly look on his face.

“Careful!”

“You started it!”

“Don’t be a child.”

“You’re the child, you asshole,” you huff.

Kaveh copies your huff, setting down the whisk and bowls. Dusting off the flour from his shirt, he curls his lips at you. Something about this man brings out your childish side and you find yourself sticking your tongue out at him in a mocking expression.

A soft laugh escapes his lips, catching you offguard. You’ve never seen him laugh like that in the Akademiya, but then again you barely ever talked back then.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you so worked up,” he notes, following your directions on whisking the batter. You shake your head, holding his wrist from moving too hard and adjusting his rhythm. He might as well be whisking everything out of the bowl.

You scoff, adding the cinnamon powder. “You haven’t seen me at the Akademiya? You think I got all those hell assignments done taking it easy?”

“I never said you take it easy,” he hums. “In fact, I love that you take things like this seriously—er, I- what I meant was- uh…”

You raise an eyebrow. “You are a peculiar man.”

Kaveh frowns. “Me? I’m the peculiar one? Have you met my roommate?”

“Unfortunately,” you mutter. “Of the two of you, though, I’m not sure who’s worse.”

Kaveh looks genuinely offended at your comment. He even stops whisking the batter, just to look at you with as much disapproval as he can muster.

You laugh at his open mouth and furrowed brows, clutching your stomach at the sensation.

“I know it’s rich coming from me but…” You wipe away a tear, laughing. “Don’t take yourself so seriously. It’s funny but…”

Kaveh purses his lips. “Whatever you say, (name). I’m not the one microanalysing every grain of flour.”

“Ooh, big word, Mr Aesthete.” You place your hands on your hips. “I’m not the one who bursts into tears at mini figurines.”

You did see him holding back tears yesterday on your stroll through the city to get ingredients and ‘gather inspiration’ for Kaveh. It wasn’t something all that special, just a few dollhouses and special miniature sets at the antique shop. As much as you hate to admit it, his look was kind of… endearing. At least Kaveh didn’t end up spending whatever money he had on him to buy the sets.

He flushes a cherry red. “How- Huh? There’s no way you could’ve—I- I don’t do that every time.”

“You think you could hide your tears from me?” You roll your eyes. “You were ogling the display so much that Khalid nearly got his hopes up.”

“They had a miniature dog by the fireplace!” He defends, turning so sharply his elbow hits the pot of heated corn syrup.

This man is a disaster, you swear.

A pained yelp follows, the hot mixture sticking to his forearm as his skin turns bright red. You gasp, turning off the heat on the stove and grabbing his hand to lead him to the sink. Making sure the water’s cold, you bring his wrist under the flow, clicking your tongue at how painful his skin looks.

You look up to chide him, but his eyes are trained on yours in a gaze too soft to be scolded. You realize, though inappropriate, that his lashes frame his eyes perfectly. It’s mesmerizing to meet his gaze. He, of all people, shouldn’t be making you feel this way.

“You should be more careful.” You clear your throat. “I thought you were gentler than this.”

“I- I’m not sure what got into me.”

You know exactly what got into him. The two of you drive each other insane, that’s all. This is what disliking someone feels like, right? With the rise of blood to your cheeks and an increased pulse—is he looking at your lips? You turn back to the faucet, shutting it off. Your heart is screaming in your ears.

“You need some burn ointment first, and uh- I have some bandaids on me.” You look around.

“I’ll get the ointment,” he says quietly. He leaves the kitchen and you’re left alone with your thoughts

It’s an odd moment. Neither of you acknowledge it but there’s been a turn in the path of your hearts. Kaveh is likeable, you’ll give him that. Even though he gets on your nerves with his aesthetic bullshit, he strives to do what’s right. You can respect him, at the very least. But he’s still rather bullheaded.

You click your tongue again. Why are you analyzing him? You knead the mixture before preparing it for refrigeration. Kaveh is not what you should be thinking about. You’ve set your mind on a goal and it’s the gingerbread house contest for now. Distractions never kept you from achieving your goals in the Akademiya. But then again, you never saw Kaveh this close, his face a breath away from yours. Sliding to the floor, you inhale deeply.

You smack your cheeks with your hands. What is wrong with you? This is Kaveh. The one man in the Ksharehwar Darshan that would one-up you no matter what. You can’t possibly turn all friendly towards him just because he’s breathtakingly pretty.

“Are you… alright?”

You didn’t even hear him coming over the sound of your thoughts. Kaveh looks at you with concern, lips pursed. He reaches out a hand, and you take it almost reflexively before he pulls you up.

“We have two hours to kill…” You trail off when you notice the lion bandaid on his arm.

“That’s so cute!” you exclaim. “Ahem. I- I mean…”

Kaveh breaks into a smile. “You like cute things too. Why are you acting tough?”

“I’m not!” You sulk.

“I like the keychain on your belt,” he comments, a pointed look thrown your way.

You place your hand over it protectively. It’s a basic black cat carved out of wood, a good luck charm for all your endeavors.

“You always clutched it before any exam or presentation,” he continues, “I thought that was cute.”

Your eyes widen. “How do you remember that? It was so long ago.”

Kaveh opens his mouth and then closes it. A faint pink dusts his cheeks. “It just stuck out to me, I guess.”

You purse your lips. “I’m sorry I don’t remember much of you from the Akademiya days.”

Kaveh laughs. “Why are you sorry? I’m glad you don’t. I was kind of embarrassing when I started out.”

“Oh, I remember that.”

“I hate you.”

“Mhm, every engineer’s nightmare, Kaveh. You designed that Sumeru rose-shaped cottage, remember?”

“Archons, don’t start.”

“Then you argued with the sage on why it’s a practical yet comfortable design. And it still got rejected.”

“You only remember my failures, don’t you?”

You giggle at the cringed out look on his face.

“And then you built the Pardis Dhyai.” You recall its architecture fondly. Only a great amount of care and passion could ever produce something like that, and Kaveh is the only man you know that possesses a seemingly unending amount of both.

It’s not so difficult to spend two hours anymore, when you’re trying to recall memories of each other from you student days. He has more of you surprisingly and though teasing, you can’t help but feel a certain fondness in his voice.

The reminder creeps up again. This is not the time to think of Kaveh’s expressive eyes and fiery lips as he pokes another jab at you for being the most uptight Ksharehwar student. You and him aren’t like that. You’re barely friends and you have the audacity to want his touch.

“Alright, let’s see what genius design you came up with,” you exhale, taking the batter out of the refrigerator.

It’s like turning on a switch. Kaveh grows silent, scaling the the batter on the tray to his design print and neatly cutting out the pieces. This is the first time you’ve seen him work on anything; the skill with which his hands move make you unable to look away.

“So, I was thinking there should be an arboretum by the courtyard and—are you listening?”

“Uh? Y-yeah.” You can’t admit you were staring at his face like some lovesick fool.

“Alright.” He furrows his brows. “I’m not sure how to make the Christmas tree though.”

“We can use an ice-cream cone,” you suggest, “And put some green frosting over it.”

He clicks his fingers, amazed. “That’s so smart!”

You rub the the back of your head. “Not… not really but thanks.”

He smiles at you.

“Shall we bake?” He extends a hand, as though asking for a dance an you laugh. He’s not so bad after all. You just held his hotheadedness against him for too long.

Finally placing the tray in the oven, you breathe a sigh of relief. You slide to the floor again, the cool marble somewhat comforting. Sumeru doesn’t get too cold, even in winters. Just drier than usual.

“You must really enjoy looking up at things,” Kaveh mutters, crouching down in front of you.

“I’m sorry you’ve never experienced the world like this.” You roll your eyes. “Were your ancestors Ajilenakh trees?”

He laughs aloud, a pleasant sound reverbating through the kitchen.

“It got you to look at me,” he says softly.

“Hm?”

Kaveh looks back at you, pursing his lips. It seems like he’s fighting an internal debate, an argument that’s not with you or Alhaitham for once.

“I’ve always…” He trails off, eyes looking elsewhere. “I know I wasn’t much of a spectacle back in the Akademiya but I would do anything to get you to look at me.”

“Huh…? Kaveh—”

“And- and it led to some stupid actions but I just… I wanted to you to look at me. I’m so… I’m sorry if I ever gave you a hard time.” He looks remorseful. “I know I could’ve handled the group projects better, or the presentations—I never meant to be competitive.”

“Are you saying that—”

“I like you.” He meets your gaze. “And I should’ve handled it better.”

You sit up sharply at the sudden confession, your back hitting the table a bit too hard. Before you can exclaim in pain, the sense of impending danger makese you stiffen.

“Careful!” Kaveh exclaims, moving reflexively to catch the bowl of extra batter before it can barrel down on you, his arms stretching above your head. His face looks down at yours at a proximity you should be uncomfortable with, but instead, a rapid firing of blood to your ears makes you stiffen up. Don’t look at his lips, don’t look at his lips, don’t—

Rosy and soft, they’re quite alluring if you stare long enough. You look down, closing your eyes shut.

At the very same moment, the door to the kitchen creaks open and Ahaitham stops in his tracks before he can take a step inside. A look of mild disgust shapes his expression.

He blinks slowly twice, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Not in the kitchen.”

“It’s not like that!” The two of you snap, nearly yelling. The audacity of this man to even suggest such a thing.

Alhaitham raises an eyebrow. “And yet both of you know exactly what I was talking about. It must be on your mind.”

The same rush of blood you feel on your face is mirrored against Kaveh’s apple-tainted cheeks.

“Just… don’t dirty the kitchen,” Alhaitham saunters off with a warning tone. “It’s supposed to be a sanitized area.”

The two of you take a moment to recover.

“Why, that…”

“I’m going to kill him,” you grumble.

But Alhaitham seems to be the only one who put two and two together. Was bringing you to Kaveh also a scheme? You’ll never know with the Scribe.

“We can make mini furniture with the extra batter,” you blurt. It’s been on your mind. You just didn’t want to openly admit it.

“O-oh,” Kaveh responds, before realization flushes into his face. “Of all the responses, that’s not the one—you know what, I’m glad.”

He seems a little down; getting his confession ignored wasn't part of the plan for sure. However, it makes you want to tease him more.

“Are you free this Christmas?” You ask, leaning forward. He flinches but doesn’t pull away.

“I- uh- yes, I am.”

“Do you wanna go look at the lights together?” You smile, eyes knowing.

“Yes!” He responds quickly. “I do. With you. I mean, of course. That’s- uh… a given.”

“Alright then,” you pull back, a teasing smile on your face. “If we win the competition, we can go on a celebratory date.”

“Date?” He squeaks before clearing his throat, turning redder by the second. “That’s not even- I never suggested- what I- uh- um, I- that’s not—”

You lean forward and press a light kiss to his lips, effectively stopping his babbling. Mouth hanging agape, he can’t seem to move a muscle.

You press a finger to your lips, trying to keep yourself from smiling. “We have to win, alright? Or I won’t be able to justify that.”

Kaveh looks like he might just combust, breathing heavy before he covers his face in the crook of his arm.

“Of course we will!”

(Results just in: You did win. It’s just that your gingerbread house broke apart within fifteen seconds of a particularly strong gust of wind, and you had to keep Kaveh from sobbing hysterically. The sweet taste of the ruined house did surprisingly well as consolation, as did your date.)

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