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AYYOOO, new Neuvifuri Zine coming along?? 👀👀

There might be Asian nvfr fans here who are interested (including me, I'm frothing at the mouth right now)

But I realized they don't have a tumblr. I know some peeps here wanna avoid the nasty bird app so I just wanna share it here for the peeps who are interested 🔥🔥

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“Oh, my Dearest Chief Justice… if only the people of Fontaine could see the faces I’ve seen you make~”

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Do you miss crying? Good news, we're back! Guili Garden Week is delighted to announce that we're returning to tumblr this 2024! We look forward to seeing you soon this November 4-10! Check out the prompts down below:

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The moment they cover what happened upon Guizhong's death and nvfr finally fcks is the day I die in peace

99 Years, 11 Months, 27 Days

Cloud Retainer gripped her hairpin as she felt it suddenly pulse, the gem glowing faintly as a tremor of power rippled through her. Each stone pulled from the hide of Rex Lapis was unique and gave off a distinct tactile melody when resonating with another gem. Even from half a city away, she felt the gem in Unbound Flame’s ring ripple through the air, pinging off Xiao’s amulet before bouncing off hers. 

What is she doing here? Cloud Retainer thought. Curiously, she flicked the gem, sending another pulse in response. Cloud Retainer had promised Focalors that only she and the Conqueror of Demons were in the city. Lying to an Archon rarely ended well for anyone, especially when a notorious reaper of divinity showed up unannounced. 

She was about to return her attention to the swirling ball of interlocking gears and energy in the middle of the square when a woman in a blue garde uniform nervously approached. “Uh, excuse me…you are Madam Cloud Retainer, correct?” 

“You are correct…may one be of assistance?” Cloud Retainer asked, her eyes drifting to a small group of officers that lingered a few paces behind the woman. 

“Lady Furina would like you to meet with herself and the Iudex at the Opera at once,” the officer said, her hand resting on the butt of her pistol. 

“One sees…and does your Lady send armed officers to deliver all of her messages?” Cloud Retainer asked, a chill of unease washing over her as she noticed another line of gardes on the balcony above the plaza, muskets cradled under their arms and all staring down at Cloud Retainer. 

“Lady Furina will explain everything once we are at the Opera…b-but the Archon insists that you accompany me at once,” the officer said, growing more anxious the longer the conversation dragged on. 

“Insists, does she?” Cloud Retainer mused, watching one of the musketeers flinch as she reached up to adjust the pins securing her hairpiece. “Well…in that case, one would be happy to accompany you.” 

Cloud Retainer flicked her gem twice, paused, and then flicked it a third time before following the officer’s lead. A strong, steady pulse flickered through her hairpin, a sensation that Cloud Retainer knew almost as well as her own heartbeat. There were a handful of people that Cloud Retainer had known for millennia; people whose form she could identify in darkness and sense across great distances. She knew Rex Lapis was there before she turned to look at him, his tall frame sticking out like a mountain in the crowds of partygoers that surrounded him.

As the gardes moved to box her in, she saw his jaw tighten. Having the affection of a god was a heavy responsibility; if she so much as cried out he would drop a mountain on the entire Court of Fontaine or split the foundations of the earth. Cloud Retainer had seen the lengths to which he would go to in order to protect those he cared about, and incensed as she was, she didn’t want to spill any unnecessary blood. 

Her god looked to her, and Cloud Retainer shook her head. Hard as his jaw was and sharp as his eyes were, he did nothing as the small pack of gardes passed him and led Cloud Retainer towards the Opera. 

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Cockblock not the Hydro Archon lest you draw her terrible wrath

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The order is 1) Proposal; 2) Preparations; 3) Wedding Day

But ya girl just went straight to

4) ✨HONEYMOON✨

"SHE SAID 'YES'!!"

There's a Neuvifuri Wedding Week happening on twt and the first prompt is "Proposal" owo

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"SHE SAID 'YES'!!"

There's a Neuvifuri Wedding Week happening on twt and the first prompt is "Proposal" owo

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Not gonna add tags cuz this person has said it all

99 years, 11 months, 27 days

“Do you think Lady Furina is done speaking with Cloud Retainer now?” Eponine tried to look unbothered by the fact that she was thirty minutes overdue for a bathroom break, leaning against the railing with an expression of forced nonchalance that was starting to crack. 

“At this point, I think it’s safe to ask if we can skirt through the room,” Sana sighed, knocking on the balcony door. “Lady Furina? May we enter or are you two still-” 

“Uh…captain?” Fantine called, squinting at something high above them. “I admit I spaced out during the briefing, but do we have any other strange flying animals as guests other than Madam Cloud Retainer?” 

“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Sana said, shielding her eyes as she followed Fantine’s gaze. After a few moments of concentrated staring, she spotted a small figure against the pale blue sky. Two large wings spread out, catching the thermals over the city as it floated down on the wind. At first, she thought it was a bird, but the closer it got the more human the creature looked which only made Sana more nervous. 

“Hey…don’t people ride wind gliders in Mondstadt?” Eponine asked, unbuckling her pistol holster. “That’s not one of the Knights of Favonius, is it?” 

The door opened to an apologetic looking Furina. “Thank you so much for waiting, ladies; I just needed to confer with Madam Cloud Retainer on some pressing …oh heavens, is that another crane?” 

“Ma’am…please return inside until we know for sure,” Sana insisted, shielding Furina with her body. The figure swooped, gaining speed as it rocketed towards the roof above the balcony. Ten meters above the Palais, its wings flared, allowing it to skid to a halt on the rooftop in a flutter of flowing silk and dislodged roof tiles. 

“Oi!” Sana called up, her Sumeran accent slipping through as she drew her sword. Dendro energy twisted into thorny vines as it ran along the length of the blade, adding wicked barbs to her weapon. “Get down from there!” 

“Can one be of any assistance?” Cloud Retainer asked as Furina craned her neck up at the slender young man perched on the rooftop. From behind Sana’s shoulder, Furina could spy an ornate, broad-brimmed hat that she immediately wanted for her own collection as well as a half-open jacket the color of spring wind. Short dark hair ended just below his ears and violet eyes looked out over the city, scanning the skyline for something that had nothing to do with the Archon beneath him.

“E-Excuse me!” Furina called up, irritation growing as it seemed the intruder was ignoring her after barging onto her home. “Hello?! Captain Sana is talking to you! You are trespassing on the Archon’s-” 

“Could you keep your voice down?” The figure said, not even looking at Furina. “I’ll be out of your hair in a second; I just need to sniff someone out and this is the highest spot in the city.”

Furina’s mouth hung open, an impotent cry of disgust half formed on her lips. “Ex-cuse me?! You can’t just-” 

“I said keep your voice down,” the stranger said, finally leaning over to aggressively shush the Regina of All Waters, Kindreds, Peoples, and Laws in front of her staff. “You can yap your little head off once I find who I’m looking for so kindly cork your croissant-hole and let me concentrate.” 

“You want me to break his legs, ma’am?” Fantine whispered, fitting a pair of brass knuckles on her hands. 

“We can tell M. Neuvillette that he slipped and fell…” Eponine agreed. 

“You clearly aren’t from around here,” Sana said, trying her best to keep an even and professional tone. “You are in the presence of the Hydro Archon, Lady Furina de Fontaine. As the captain of her personal guard, I must ask that you show her the respect she is due…and kindly get off the rooftop!” 

The young man leaned over, squinting at Eponine. “...is that her?” 

“No!” Furina snapped. 

“Oh…is that her then?” The stranger said, pointing at Fantine. “The chick behind you is dressed like she’s from Liyue so I don’t think it’s her-” 

“Me!” Furina snapped, stamping her foot. “It’s me! I am the Hydro Archon and that is my rooftop you are standing on!” 

The stranger cocked his head to the side, squinting at Furina’s crimson expression as though trying to figure out if she was lying. “...really? The way you’re dressed, I figured you were some kind of court jester or something.” 

“J-Jester?!” Rather than shrink away from the stranger as he landed on the balcony, Furina marched up to him with the pugnaciousness of a particularly petite Pomeranian, brushing Sana’s hand off as she tried to hold her back. “That is rich from someone wearing tassels on his hat!” 

“Lady, if you want to have a dumb hat contest, leave me out of it,” the stranger snorted. “You clearly have an unfair advantage.” 

“You miserable…” Furina cleared her throat, forcing her impotent human rage into a divine mold. “Identify yourself and declare your intentions before I have you thrown in a cell!” 

Despite being face to forehead with the Hydro Archon, the stranger just looked irritated that his search was interrupted. “You have a funny way of greeting guests; I came all the way from Inazuma on your invitation only to get yelled at when I finally show up...” 

“Inazuma?” Furina blinked as the stranger fumbled around for a scroll that he chucked at Fantine. “Why aren’t you with the rest of your countrymen at the Opera?” 

“I didn’t want to waste time making small talk with your Iudex, so I bailed and decided to go sightseeing on my own,” the young man said, nodding at Fantine. “You, Miss Not-Archon; do something useful and introduce me.” 

“I’ll announce my…foot in your ass…” Fantine muttered, dutifully opening the scroll. “Presenting Monsieur Minamoto no Makoto…First Child of the Storm and Natural Offspring of-” 

Fantine paled, glancing at Makoto whose smug expression had grown even smugger. “...th-the Raiden Shogun.” 

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HOLY SHIT

99 years, 11 months, 27 days The Palais Mermonia

“Good moooooooooooooooorning ladies!” 

Furina was usually in a chipper mood when she swanned out of her suite, but as her mistress left her Palais apartments, Eponine could have sworn she was beaming… and only partially because of the glowing blue jewel around her throat. 

Is that the jewel? Fantine mouthed behind Furina’s back, eyes widening as Eponine nodded furiously. It had been smaller when Eponine last laid eyes on it, but there was no mistaking the distinct shimmer and hue of the gem she had seen in Neuvillette’s hands. The one she had been asked to keep a secret from Furina. 

“Good morning, ma’am,” Sana said, blinking owlishly at the jewel as Furina’s guards trailed after her. “You’re in high spirits today.” 

“Well why shouldn’t I be?” Furina laughed. “It’s a holiday, my dear demoiselles; everyone is entitled to an extra slice of joy!” 

“I’m glad to see you more optimistic than you were yesterday, ma’am,” Sana chuckled. “Something must’ve lifted your spirits.” 

Or some one , Eponine thought, sharing a knowing look with her friend. Perhaps it was just the promotion to the Royal Guard that put her in closer contact with the Archon’s household, but Eponine could have sworn the Iudex and the Archon were becoming less and less secretive about their affections for one another. She had seen nothing concrete of course, but Eponine had seen Neuvillette carry a sleeping Archon to her chambers enough times to question whose bed she would be sleeping in. 

“Unfortunately, my birthday party can’t be all fun and games,” Furina sighed, snatching a danish from a melusine pushing a cart topped with food. “Has the Liyue delegation arrived yet?” 

“The Honorable Madam Cloud Retainer is awaiting Your Eminence in the western drawing room,” Sana said. 

“So early? My my, someone is eager to make my acquaintance, aren’t they?” Furina laughed, covering a thoughtful frown with a bite of food. It’s barely nine; did they take a speedboat from Liyue? 

“If I were invited to an Archon’s birthday party, I would be eager as well,” Sana said. “She has not been waiting long; her party arrived at Romaritime Harbor a few hours ago and made straight for the Court.” 

“No other adepti are with her?” Furina asked. 

“No recognizable figures were with Madam Cloud Retainer when she presented herself to the Palais staff,” Fantine reported. “She arrived with twenty or so bureaucrats and representatives of Liyuen merchant families; they’re currently settling into the Liffey Wing of the Palais as per your instructions.” 

“Good, good…w-were any of these dignitaries tall, golden-eyed young men with long brown hair?” Furina asked. “...by any chance?”

“Not that I could see,” Eponine said. “Someone we should be concerned about, ma’am?” 

“No no, just a…doctor of the adepti that aided M. Neuvillette some years ago,” Furina said, waving her hand dismissively. A doctor and the foremost god killer in Teyvat. 

Rex Lapis’ absence brought Furina no comfort; the last time the adepti visited Fontaine, they had come unexpectedly armed and had roughed her Iudex up. Granted, even Neuvillette admitted that he started it, but Furina still didn't like random demigods traipsing into her city unnoticed. Only one adeptus had been recorded entering the city, but all that told her was that there could be more that weren’t recorded. The Court of Fontaine was jammed to the gills with tourists and visitors from all over the world; if anyone wanted to enter the city undetected, today would have been the perfect day. 

“Has M. Neuvillette been informed of this?” Furina asked. 

“He is informed, but he’s dealing with the delegation from Inazuma at the moment,” Sana said. “They passed through Romaritime Harbor shortly after the delegation from Liyue; M. Neuvillette asked that they be received at the Opera before they were brought to the Palais.” 

I wonder if he wants to meet that Minamoto no Makoto character…or perhaps he just wants an opportunity to size up Miss Miko before she sinks her teeth into me, Furina thought. Little was known about Inazuma’s high priestess other than that she was crafty, well connected, and (distressingly) beautiful. Furina had no real rival for Neuvillette’s affections; the women who flirted with him all failed to pierce his somewhat stuffy facade like Furina had...but none of them had been beautiful spirits either. Miko had more power in her fingernail clippings than Furina had in her entire body and everyone knew dragons lusted for power. 

Oh stop it; you have too much on your plate to worry about boy troubles , Furina chided herself, shaking her head. Or rather man troubles...or rather dragon man troubles...

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Soft aftercare <3

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guizhong and xiao in the early days

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based on a hc that guizhong taught xiao “lover’s oath” since there used to be a giant headcanon guizhong was singing it and it’s the song you hear meeting xiao for the first time (and that he played later in the zither event) 🥺

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Furina/Neuvillette (Genshin Impact) Characters: Sedene (Genshin Impact), Egeria (Genshin Impact), Melusine Characters (Genshin Impact), Sigewinne (Genshin Impact), Fontaine Characters (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Canonical Character Death, Assassination Plot(s), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alcohol, Implied Sexual Content, The Cataclysm | Fall of Khaenri'ah (Genshin Impact), childhood friends to arranged marriage to lovers to strangers to co-rulers to enemies neuvifuri au Series: Part 5 of Lost Operas in Fontaine Summary:

Betrothed to each other at a young age, neither Furina, the Hydro Archon successor, nor Neuvillette, the Hydro Sovereign, knew what Egeria had set in stone for their future as rulers of Fontaine.

In the aftermath of the Cataclysm, Egeria died and everything changed between them. Furina acceded to the throne as Focalors with Neuvillette deigned by her side as the Iudex.

Between Fontaine, the prophecy, and their fragile feelings: Furina and Neuvillette sink in this mutually assured destruction of a marriage.

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"Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don't cry."🌧

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Early access Games of Divinity Time: Timetheft Edition

The Chasm - Liyue

There were easier ways to break stone, but Zhongli found the rhythmic swing of a pick strangely therapeutic. The tinny tink-tink-tink of metal on rock mingled with the chatter from the other miners around him, all dressed in sweat-stained shirts and heavy work-boots the same as he was. Despite hauling and shattering entire mountains worth of rock, no one raised a complaint, even as the blistering sun began beating down on them. They were a good crew, even if they were unnerved by the soft-spoken young man that could splinter rocks the size of houses with a few well-placed strokes of his ax. 

Perhaps they smell the blood on me, Zhongli thought, taking a swig from the wineskin on his hip and wiping his brow. War gods without wars were irrelevant, and while the Qixing still relied on his wisdom (such as it was) Zhongli found himself with too much time on his hands. Time that would be spent brooding if he didn’t put his hands to work doing something useful. It would be a while before he needed to fake his death and vanish for a few decades so those in Liyue Harbor didn’t grow suspicious and if he was going to live as a man, he was going to work as one as well. 

“Hey, Z!” Zhongli craned his head up to see one of the other workers leaning over the edge of his pit some ten meters above him. “Chow-wagon is here; grab the Mora Meat before Lingyun runs off with the whole stack!” 

“Screw off!” Came Lingyun’s reply from somewhere above him. 

“Thank you; I’ll be up momentarily,” Zhongli sighed, waving his co-worker off. The sun was high in the sky; Cloud Retainer would no doubt be snacking on the finest food the Fontish could serve up while Zhongli was picking pebbles out of Mora Meat. It had been many years since he had been at another Archon’s banquet, but given that a rather prickly dragon shadowed the Hydro Archon, Zhongli thought better of attending in disguise. 

Has the morning gotten away from me already? Zhongli thought, leaning against the wall of his hole and closing his eyes for a moment of peace. He tugged one of his gloves off, pressing a bare, scaled palm against the stone and sending a pulse of Geo energy throughout the earth  beneath him. They were approaching a cave system with a rich vein of Cor Lapis; beneath that was remnants of the meteorite that had fallen ages ago. No good will come of that, Zhongli thought. Best to guide them away from the tunnels so they can-

Zhongli’s musing was interrupted by something brushing against his nose. He opened his eyes to see a large black and red butterfly flapping lazily on the tip of his nose, tiny feelers brushing against his forehead as he carefully pried it off his face. The smell of smoky, burning cherrywood hung in the air as it beat its wings, fluttering off Zhongli’s finger and landing on the handle of his pickaxe. 

“Tell me you’re not here for any of my co-workers,” Zhongli said, watching as the butterfly exploded in a snap of flames, leaving a young woman with flowing brown hair in its place. 

“Nah, I decided to come out and see how the God of Geo fares as a miner,” the adeptus said, brushing some ash off her coat. “But, you may want to let that guy stuffing eight Mora Meat in his mouth know that his life’s thread got a little bit shorter after the last one. I’m not a doctor—quite the opposite really—but he’s only like twenty five and dying that young from a heart-attack seems like a waste to me.” 

“Shall I tell him the Unbound Flame revealed herself to me and told me his days were numbered?” Zhongli chuckled, glancing up to make sure no one was listening in. The young woman was known to many as the 57th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor (a title she conveniently inherited from a mortal relative when it suited her) but how she had appeared out of thin air was not a conversation Zhongli wanted to entertain. 

“Tell him to eat a vegetable every once and a while or he’s going to be fitted for a pine box before he’s forty,” the Unbound Flame sighed. “How’s the side-gig treating you?” 

“Alright…I enjoy doing physical labor more than I thought I would,” Zhongli shrugged. “I’ve had enough of splitting skulls so I thought I’d give splitting stone a try.” 

“Shame; you’re good at splitting skulls,” the Unbound Flame said, hopping off the pick-ax. “Your skills might be needed sooner rather than later, in fact.” 

“I should hope not,” Zhongli said. “...is there something I should know?” 

“Besides the fact that you need a bath?” The Unbound Flame chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck. “...that Miko lady was in town the other day.” 

“Ei’s girl?” Zhongli asked. “I imagine she’s heading up for Lady Furina’s birthday.” 

“She was…but she wanted to talk to someone in charge and since Cloudy and Xiao are in Fontaine and you’re playing in the mud, she had to talk to me,” the Unbound Flame sighed. “Barbados wants to talk.” 

“Yae Miko sent you to tell me that Barbados wants to talk?” Zhongli sniffed. “Why isn’t Barbados here to talk to me himself?” 

“He’s in Fontaine at the moment,” the Unbound Flame said. “And he wants you to join him.” 

“Of all the-” Zhongli shook his head. “That absurd little god needs to stay away from Fontaine; the last time I was there, I was run off by Focalors’ attack dragon.” 

“Like you couldn’t have dusted him if you wanted,” the Unbound Flame huffed, lightly jabbing Zhongli in the shoulder. “You might want to hear what he has to say first.” 

Zhongli’s brow furrowed as his companion fished a letter from her coat pocket and pressed it into Zhongli’s hands. Only one sentence was on the page, but Zhongli read it three times, his scowl deepening with each pass. 

“...how does he know?” Zhongli asked quietly. 

“I guess bards hear a lot of rumors,” the Unbound Flame said, her usual cheer muted as she watched him inspect the letter further. “Miko seems to think it’s legit.” 

“Does Neuvillette know about this?” Zhongli asked, rubbing his eyes as he tossed the paper aside. 

“If he did, the whole country would be up in arms,” the Unbound Flame said, folding her arms across her chest. “You know Barbados doesn’t pull his head out of a wine barrel unless things are serious.” 

“And Xiao and Cloud Retainer are in the middle of all this…nonsense,” Zhongli growled. “...there is a chance I may make this worse. Neuvillette will distrust me if I tell him the sky is blue by virtue of the fact that I’m an usurper.” 

“Well if he doesn’t trust at least one of us, he could have another dead Hydro Archon on his hands,” the Unbound Flame said. “And that’s not even the worst part; someone needs to go up there and swing his metaphorical spear around and since the Shogun isn’t up to the task-” 

“I suppose it falls to me,” Zhongli sighed, rubbing his eyes. “...we could start another war.” 

“Or prevent one,” the Unbound Flame reasoned. “Either way, should be a good time; I hear Fontish food is pretty good if you don’t mind snails and stinky cheese.” 

“Something tells me we’re not making it to the Archon’s dinner table this time,” Zhongli said. “You’ll come with me.” 

“Think you’ll need an undertaker?” 

“If we need to bury a goddess, I can think of no finer mortician than someone from the ‘Hu’ family,” Zhongli said, kicking a shovel at her and watching her catch it. The withered wooden handle crackled as flames danced across the woman’s fingertips, turning red as fire consumed it. In the hands of the Unbound Flame, any piece of wood could become her Staff and as the fire died down, the shovel was replaced by a long wooden stick capped with a pair of ornate wings and a crimson jewel. 

“I thought you were done being a war god,” the Unbound Flame teased, jabbing him in the side as Zhongli pulled his coat back on. 

“After this, I am done,” Zhongli said for what must have been the hundredth time as he turned to climb the rickety ladder out of the pit as the Unbound Flame rode her staff out to the surface. “Let me bathe and we’ll be off.” 

A distant boom followed by the sound of panicked screaming came from the far side of the chasm, a cloud of dust erupting from a nearby mine as men rushed out covered in dirt. 

“Take your time…I have some work to wrap up here,” the Unbound Flame sighed. “Tell your boss that she lost three…no, four men. I’ll see them off before we go.” 

Staff draped across her shoulders, she sauntered off, humming a cheerful funeral dirge to herself as she went to collect the souls of the fallen miners.

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I see a lot of people saying that the split and sacrifice of Focalors doesn't make sense but it seems to me that everyone has forgotten that 1) there was a flood 2) the fontenians would have dissolved if Neuvillette had not prevented this by restoring authority 3) if Focalors decided not to separate the divinity from herself, then she would die as a whole, not a part of her 4) even Furina's "theatre" still makes sense. Furina is an important part of the identium collection. identium, which is needed to destroy divinity. if people didn't perceive her as a Goddess = there would also be a problem with the identium 5) fate cannot be prevented. the prophecy came to pass, except for the dissolution of the people the only problem was the inactivity of the heavenly principles, but now we have the answer as to why. we already have enough plot holes and just stupid moments, so I don't understand why people are eager to add new ones. as if everyone forgot 4.2 completely. but when you think about how people boldly distort Furina lore…um, no wonder

Good points; it's been a few months since I went over the Fontaine quest and duping mortals is just as important as duping a god that isn't paying attention.

But I still totally called the fact that the Heavenly Powers were totally absent/asleep/dead.

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My verdict for the new quest