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i will not use my furina funds to pull arlecchino i will not use my furina funds to pull arlecchino i will not use my furina funds to pull arlecchino i will not use my furina funds to pull arlecchino i will not use my furina funds to pull arlecchino i will not use my furina funds to pull arlecchino i will not use my furina funds to pull arlecchino

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ok i finished it im begging

From Twitter

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i wonder if kaeya knew, when diluc was at death’s door, so to speak. whether one evening, turning his vision over in his hands absently, he notices it is dimmer

there is nothing he can do but watch, and watch he does, watches the light flicker and waver, and all he can do is pray — to what god, his people have no god — pray that it does not go out

the waiting game is the worst. no way to reach out, no way to know, except that he hasn’t seen the falcon in weeks? months? longer than usual. maybe he is caught up, maybe he is busy, maybe he’s just far away—

too far for him to follow. the light glows dim, pulses, heartbeats or breaths. kaeya waits and watches, throws himself into his work, wishes on dandelions. maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s him about to lose everything, maybe—

each morning he wakes, clutching the vision. the light still glows faint, red through the skin of his hands, just a little stronger than he remembers. he watches it stabilise, breathes a little easier.

there is a tap on the window. kaeya stares, as the falcon alights on his windowsill, dumbfounded still as he lets it in, a flurry of feathers, gently unties its precious cargo. he cannot breathe until he knows, he cannot breathe—

it’s diluc’s handwriting. he dare not hope. it’s recent.

he reads, feverishly, tracing the letters with his eyes even as they blur with tears.

“i ran into some trouble” is all the explanation he gets. he wants to pick up the pen and scrawl “WHAT HAPPENED” onto the neat knights of favonius stationery on his table and send that back, unsigned.

he does not. he reports, like he has been, the only excuse he has for writing. his penmanship betrays none of the weeks of anxiety. take care, be safe, signed steadily, sent back on the wind, across the wilds, to diluc’s waiting hands.

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— in which , as per nat [ @kazooku ]’s suggestion , i post this here , because i will throw up and cry if i post it to tiktok because they scare me

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Beautiful Tartaglia and Lumin in Ukrainian theme for twitter: starglimmermoon

I liked drawing them so much, you just have no idea 😭💙💛

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Put 6 queer people in a room and see what happens

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #if anybody has a guide on how to draw men from this show pls let me know #cause i dont feel like i did it right the first time #anyways they all love each other in one way OR more than in one way #nandor the relentless #nadja of antipaxos #lazslo cravensworth #guillermo de la cruz #colin robinson #the guide #nandermo #guidja #They are the only two shipnames i know lol #gay vampires #>:)

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The best gentle boy 🫵🏻✨

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Artwork inspired by The Smile's A Light for Attracting Attention cover art by Thom Yorke and Stanley Donwood

My OC William again! He's literally Thom Yorke. I'm still thinking if Thom Yorke exists in his universe or William is the only one

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heart of the primordial sea

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I've translated my ukrainian fic!!!

Summary:

He had returned to Mondstadt 4 years ago. And he has seen a lot since then: Snezhnayan diplomats being murdered right at the gates of the city; Dvalin, one of their Four Winds, poisoned by Abyss; short blonde girl with heavenly powers, in the most literal sense of the word; islands, that are supposed to be near Mondstadt, but nobody actually knows their location; drunk Barbatos (oh god…); and the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius herself at a party. The last one might be the most bizarre one. And if he had to learn at least one lesson from that all, it should be to never work with Kaeya Alberich ever again. Because every time, without fail, it ends one of two ways: it’s either Diluc sits in front of the fireplace for a long time, eyes wondering from the fire to the letters in beautiful cursive, or the number of fatui camps suddenly reduces to zero overnight.

Or

Diluc has a hard time figuring some things out. Luckily, there are people in his life that see things as they are.

#genshin impact #kaeluc #luckae #diluc #diluc ragnivindr #kaeya #kaeya alberich #i haven't been posting for so long i had forgotten how to tag things #fanfic #my first one btw so aaahhh yk #I tried my best #But idk #Diluc and Jean #Diluc and Yelan #!!!! they're besties cause i said so #jean kaeya diluc trio #Diluc and Lisa #she's making fun of him here #Diluc and Alice #cause ma boy need not one not two but THREE mothers!!! #honorary mention to Adelinde and him bio mom whoever she may be #kaeluckae

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so when I die which I must do,

could it shine down here with you?