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yumenosakiacademy · 6 months
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The world is but a stage. Why cry, when you can laugh instead?
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endlesslytired · 6 months
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artistlara · 5 months
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💧For the sinner, the curtain call has come 🎭
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Y'know what! I hope Furina gets one hell of a character arc AND is very important to the story AND has epic moments along with silly ones AND has her Archonhood confirmed as explicitly as it gets (bc some people still cant accept it apparently) AND has a banger kit and playstyle AND all the people who keep looking for reasons to hate on her/discredit her have to cope and seethe. Thanks for coming to my ted talk
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dxy-drxxm · 4 months
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SYNOPSIS: Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough.
CW/s: Tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, lowkey clingy Furina, not spoilers for archon quests because this is more day to day life yk, reader enables her clinginess too much, brief mentions of Neuvi being a tired father figure to this clingy and very dramatic miss girl
NOTE: This is a prompt from this list right here, and I plan on making a touch starved mini series ft. various genshin chars and what prompt fits them. If the same prompt fits them though, I might just do both chars with them lol. It's a new format so I'm hoping that this will look v good and not be a mess.
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"Furina, we've been in bed for an hour now. I'm sure you have things to do than keep me captive, do you?"
"Mm... I know, but I want to keep holding you just a bit longer. Besides, it's so early..."
You sometimes forget how Furina isn't suited to be a morning person, and especially with her job as an actress. However, seeing her act like a tired child reminded you that yes, she was still human.
... And yes, she despises waking up early to deal with her agenda of being an actress. Er, maybe a returning actress will suffice.
Sighing, you moved over to spoon her in your arms. You knew that it wasn't often that she would be so clingy, so even if you were grumbling about it now... You can't lie, you love this side of her.
Who knew the flamboyant and immature Hydro Archon would act so quaint and clingy behind closed doors?
Brushing a piece of her hair away, you couldn't help but smile. Feeling your hand trace her cheek, her eyes flitted over to you, the mismatched and heterochromatic hues greeting your own.
They reminded you so much of tear drops. It was beautiful.
".. What's the matter? Is my hair—" she stopped to yawn, "—a mess...?"
"Hah, no, no," you chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'm just admiring your beauty, that's all. It's rare to have you in my arms, Furina."
Furina's cheeks seem to redden, making you poke it with a giggle.
"That, and you're always so clingy. Do you miss me when you have work to do, I wonder?"
"Hmph! Stop teasing me!" she exclaimed, hitting you lightly as a result. With a pout, she turned her body away, making you laugh a bit more at her child-like mannerisms.
"I jest, I jest," you replied, placing your chin on her shoulder as you held her a bit tighter.
... Leaning onto each other like this, just being close... It's enough for me.
"Do you, truly?"
"Hm... I am," you answered, humming. "Unless you want monsieur Neuvillette to hear what happened this morning again, hmm?"
What greeted your ears was your lover's whines as she tells you not to, and your morning has been spent with Furina complaining about how Neuvillette acts like a tired father to her recent troubles.
You couldn't help but smile, though. You can never find it in your heart to trade this moment for anything else, even for your life.
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navigator-yume-316 · 10 months
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𓍝༺♱✮♱༻𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓐𝓬𝓽 𝐼𝒱.༺♱✮♱༻𓍝
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phyneire · 10 months
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valentines-wolf · 6 months
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I cannot believe I fell for this trope again
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h1m3k0 · 6 months
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Guys... I think I might've fell in love with Furina too
But I'm not really sure, I just think shes gorgeous and handsome and beautiful and cute and-
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I finished the archon quest and her story quest and now shes one of my two favorite characters in genshin, btw I started to fall in love with her the first time I saw the art of her on the left side
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acefaun · 6 months
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Other criminals: I'm in jail for murder/stealing/assault/etc.
Me: I'm in jail for picking up shells on the beach.
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yumenosakiacademy · 6 months
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4.2 || Focalors Execution
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endlesslytired · 6 months
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Focalors really just dropped the fucking heaviest burden on Furina and said "It's okay though because I'm killing myself."
Like imagine this from Furina's perspective. She got told by her reflection that if she didn't do something perfect everyone would die by her own damn reflection. She spends every day absolutely terrified in case something happens that makes it all fall apart.
And Focalors just is like "Yeah she did such a good job despite the trauma. Well I hope she can vibe on with it!" Like, no in person apology? Just Neuvillette?
It's kinda funny but really depressing at the same time. I hope Furina loves each mac n cheese she gets after all that because holy shit I can relate to putting up an act to make others see a more elevated self, but not on that huge a scale nor for life or death.
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rookmeo · 6 months
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◇ | Furina Reply Icons [set 1]
Please like + rb if using ∠※。.:*:・'°☆
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rosecreates · 6 months
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I cannot draw her full design to save my goddamn life however I CAN draw her without her coat. Which I am very glad about because lord I adore her. Furina my beloved.
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dxy-drxxm · 5 months
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SYNOPSIS: Aspiring for perfection will always lead to disappointment.
CW/s: Fairytale based, hurt/no comfort, abstract and not an x reader, bitter ending, impostor syndrome (implied), this can be interpreted but its Furina/Focalors mostly (and my sona iykyk) lmaoooo, this hurts so bad Im sorry yall
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In a tale as old as time, there resided a God.
The God that was fond of its lifestyle, and that played a role that it made on its own. Descending down to the land of mortals, it took on a face and decided to see what it's like to live as a normal being.
"Surely being a human won't be hard," the God said, and so it took on the appearance of a tailor, destined to create and tailor outfits in its image.
In their opening, not many came, but one customer often came. This customer does not speak, but they often buy something from the tailor— be it materials, equipment, or even the things they've knitted themselves.
The customer often has a peculiar eye, wearing and donning the ones they bought without much fuss. It's a wonder to the tailor with how they would use it till it was worn to its seams, the colors all putrid from its usage, and yet the many things the tailor can dig into is all witnessed from how they used it so often.
It was clear that the customer they've seen everyday enjoyed their works. So much so that they've always kept a memento of them should they be worn, and each time, it was one of the best threads it left.
The God had decided to do something for this customer, after seeing them season after season. And so, it weaved. Weaved, and weaved, and weaved— weaved till its hands became sore and bled into the tapestry.
It became majestic, so majestic that no one would dare touch it! Alas, the regular took it and said their thanks, soon expressing, "Your works have been majestic, as they spoke to me."
"Spoke to you? How so?" asked the tailor.
"They share me many a tales," the customer answered. "So many whispered to me, it's a wonder of how you can weave them. And this one is one so special… One full of tragedy and grace… One I cannot use like the rest."
The God was offended. It had made this tapestry for the customer to use, and yet… The one it focused the most, they won't use it?
"Why? I've spent many years on such a special tapestry for you, and yet… You won't use it like the rest?"
"Nay, I am not fond of extravagant items. I simply desire for the simpler ones. Those who thirst after materials will soon tire themselves of it, and greed will simply overtake them whole."
The God wished it had known, but it found the idea almost absurd. How can one find such fondness on the ordinary things in life? And yet, the customer seemed to choose the worst of the worst— one that they deemed an abomination.
The colors were weaved into the darkest of black, with light maroon and soft touches of lilac adorning and mixing in between, and small dots of scarlet masking like stars in the sky, minus the glimmer. It found the tapestry horrid, but the smile of the customer caught the God off-guard.
"This is the tapestry I want, for the tale is unique. The hands spent on making a tapestry worth it's name is nothing towards the one made with mistakes, with loose holes and dead locks."
"But why? That's an abomination!"
"Abomination? Hardly! Your passion has been in it so much, it screams to me! That one you've put your best in has nothing— it only whispers, but its voice is hoarse."
.. Then, the God is silent. Still.
"As a tailor myself," the customer began again, placing down the gold as they paid for the tapestry they deemed to be a mistake. "You must cherish your first beginnings. This one is imperfect in your eyes, but it is perfect to mine, for the voice and passion weaved into contrasting colors shows that it is honest to itself. Honest to a degree, even to its owner."
"If you cannot see your creations with the same vigor, you may as well make everything like the one of gold a mistake. One not worthy of anyone's eyes but your own."
As the customer left, the God has pondered over what they said.
Truly, is passion something that they can't grasp? Is the tapestry they made something they wished to be rid of, despite the years spent on it?
Or is it just their senses, gnawing at it to stop… And yet, it didn't, for the sake of proving a point?
The God had no answer.
As prideful as one is, one must admit defeat. It's hand spent so long weaving it for seasons, that it in itself looked putrid to the customer. And why, if it truly cared, then it'd never go down the same road as before. It would have stayed the same as all others.
… Perhaps, the God knew that it's ventures to make the 'perfect' tapestry was one of lies. For it has faced prejudice, judgement, hurt… And loss.
The next day, the shop was closed. When the customer snuck in to see what drove for their tailor to close their establishment, what laid on their workspace was the tapestry it offered to them, all worn and ruined with scissors and burns.
But this time, the customer left empty-handed.
No one can take the perfect tapestry now. Not when it has met the ire of the God and lost what made it 'perfect' in the first place.
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dankocube · 6 months
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