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This

Smau are so underrated. They are such a quick fun read tbh.

sometimes you don’t want smut or a 10/10 masterpiece of writing. You just need a cute little texting story.

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I drew a concept of an outfit design for fem!reader in an isekai genshin au (i drew to look like myself originally but also did different skin and hair colors) all variations can be found on my tiktok - @garbage_truck_beep_beep

They got cut off on tiktok but if u want the full version lmk

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So tired of every genshin smau fic being abt scaramouche PLS MAKE SOME FOR OTHER CHARACTERS I LOVE SCARA BUT PLEASE I BEG

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Pov me trying to open tiktok but i keep forgetting it got banned

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Waters of Regret

Neuvilette x Reader

Summary : The clouds in Fontaine have not stopped weeping for a long time, what could have made the hydro dragon so upset?

Wordcount : 1,5k

Warnings : Angst. Sad dragon. Self sabotaging?

°•♡•° Masterlist °•♡•°

The rain in Fontaine had been endless for days. The skies seemed heavier than usual, burdened with a quiet sorrow that settled over the city. You couldn’t help but feel the weight of it every time you looked out the window, watching raindrops race each other down the glass.

It wasn’t unusual for Fontaine to rain. People in the city joked that the Iudex himself dictated the weather, that the clouds were a reflection of his moods. But this storm was different. It was as if the city were crying, and you found yourself wondering if it was because he was too.

Neuvillette had always been distant, unreachable in ways that made your heart ache. You’d spent years by his side, assisting him in his duties, offering silent support even when he didn’t seem to notice. You’d been there for his victories, his struggles, and the quiet moments in between, hoping he would one day see you as more than a companion.

But there was a coldness to him—a coldness that kept everyone at arm’s length. He was a figurehead of law, bound by his responsibilities, and you had watched, time and again, as he chose duty over all else, even over his own happiness. Yet, somewhere in your foolish heart, you had hoped that maybe… maybe he’d let you in.

Maybe, one day, he’d see the depths of your devotion, the way you’d sacrifice anything to make him smile, even for a second.

And so, one evening, you found yourself standing in his office, alone except for the quiet patter of rain against the windows. Neuvillette was focused on his work, papers spread across his desk, his gaze fixed on something beyond the confines of the room. His expression was unreadable, yet you could see a faint crease in his brow, the slightest hint of tension in his posture.

You took a breath, heart pounding as you gathered the courage to speak. "Neuvillette," you began, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. "There’s something I need to tell you."

He looked up, his eyes sharp yet distant, as if he were peering through a veil. "Yes?" he asked, his tone neutral, giving nothing away.

"I…" You faltered, feeling the weight of your feelings pressing down on you, a tidal wave of emotion you could no longer hold back. "I care for you. More than just a friend or an ally. I… I’ve loved you for a long time." You whispered as if it was a sin.

The silence that followed was deafening, stretching between you like an unbridgeable chasm. You watched as his expression hardened, his gaze turning cold, like the edge of a blade. He straightened, distancing himself from you in that single, subtle movement, and you felt your heart shatter.

"Y/N," he said, his voice devoid of warmth, "you shouldn’t allow yourself to be burdened by such emotions. I am not capable of returning them."

The words cut through you like ice, each syllable a blow to the fragile hope you’d clung to for so long. "Why?" you whispered, barely able to keep the tremor out of your voice. "Why can’t you let yourself feel? Why must you push everyone away?"

He looked at you, and for a brief moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something—regret, perhaps, or sorrow. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the steely resolve you’d come to know so well. "I am the Iudex of Fontaine," he said, his tone as unyielding as the storm outside. "I cannot afford distractions, nor the vulnerabilities that come with attachment. You should understand that better than anyone."

"But I do understand," you replied, your voice breaking. "I understand that you’re lonely, Neuvillette. I see it every day. And I know you don’t have to be. You don’t have to carry this weight alone."

He turned away, his back to you as if to shield himself from your words. "Enough, Y/N. This conversation is over."

You felt the tears prick at your eyes, the pain in your chest spreading like a wound that refused to heal. But you couldn’t let it end like this. Not after everything you’d been through, everything you’d given up just to be by his side. "Please," you whispered, taking a step closer. "Don’t shut me out."

He was silent, the only sound in the room the relentless drumming of the rain against the windows. And then, in a voice so soft you almost didn’t hear it, he said, "I never asked you to stay."

The words were like a punch to the gut, leaving you breathless, wounded in a way you hadn’t thought possible. You had always known Neuvillette was a reserved man, a man of duty above all else, but you had never imagined he could be so cruel. The hope you’d nurtured for so long, the love you’d held onto despite everything, crumbled into dust in that single moment.

Without another word, you turned and walked away, the tears streaming down your face as you left his office. The rain was still falling, but it felt colder now, harsher, as if the city itself were grieving with you. You stumbled through the streets, your heart shattered, each step a painful reminder of the life you’d dreamed of but would never have.

Days passed, each one bleaker than the last. You went through the motions, carrying out your duties with a hollow sense of detachment. You couldn’t bring yourself to see Neuvillette again, couldn’t bear the thought of facing him after he’d so thoroughly rejected you. The once-familiar streets of Fontaine felt foreign now, each corner a reminder of a love that had been torn from you, leaving only the ache of longing and regret.

You heard whispers, rumors that the rain had only grown heavier since that night, that the people of Fontaine had begun to wonder what sorrow coud have befallen the hydro dragon to cause such an unending storm.

And then, one day, you couldn’t take it anymore. You packed your things, your heart heavy as you made the decision to leave Fontaine. You couldn’t stay, not when you would have to face him everyday at work and be forced to remember his rejection. You would go somewhere else, somewhere far away, where you could mend the pieces of your broken heart and try to forget the man who had shattered it.

As you stood at the edge of the city, looking back one last time, you felt a pang of longing, a desire to see him one final time before you left. But you knew it would only hurt more. So you turned away, your steps carrying you into the unknown, the rain still falling as if to mourn your departure.

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In Fontaine, Neuvillette stood by the window of his office, watching as the rain fell in endless sheets, each drop a reflection of the emptiness he felt within. He had told himself that this was the right choice, that he had done what was necessary to protect you, to keep his duty intact. But as the days dragged on, he found himself haunted by the memory of your broken expression, the way your voice had trembled as you’d told him you loved him.

He had thought he was strong enough to endure this solitude, that he could bear the burden of his responsibilities alone. But now, as he stood alone in the empty silence of his office, he felt the weight of his own choices pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. He had pushed you away, told himself it was for the best… but it hadn’t brought him peace. Instead, it had left him with an aching void, a hollowness that even the rain couldn’t wash away.

He closed his eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of the storm, the sound that had once been a source of comfort now serving as a reminder of everything he had lost. He wondered where you were now, if you were safe, if you were happy. And as he stood there, alone with his regrets, he felt a single tear slip down his cheek, lost in the endless torrent of rain.

For the first time, Neuvillette understood the true price of his choices, the cost of his devotion to duty. He had sacrificed everything—his own happiness, his chance at love—all for a sense of duty that now felt empty and hollow. And as the rain continued to fall, he knew that he would carry the weight of this regret for as long as he lived.

Fontaine would remember him as the unfeeling, distant Iudex, a man of duty and strength. But only he would know the truth—that he was a man broken by his own choices, a man who had given up everything, only to be left with the cold, unyielding ache of regret.

And so, the rain continued to fall, each drop a testament to a love that could have been, and a sorrow that would never fade.

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On a scale of 1-10 how much did this hurt? Do I need to up my angst game?

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FIRST FRAME DONE!

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Oops…

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First glimpse of Pierre animation :D

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why isn’t there MORE people talking about Kaos? Not only is it entertaining as fuck, but it shows how to adapt a mythology into modern time AND has good: disability, queer and ethnic representation.

The cast is brilliant, the plot is amazing… Come on, Jeff Goldblum as Zeus??? David Thewlis as Hades??? The whole thing was just a hit after hit.

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no because this is so interesting to think about

You know when you think about it the line “What is this, wash and wear” is actually deeply metaphorical and represents the core duality of Whizzer and Marvin. Marvin clings to an easy, stereotypical world. He craves the American dream and nuclear family, his clothes reflect that. He doesn’t want to stick out, so he dresses in “wash and wear”, he is just another perfect family man. Whizzer is the antithesis of him, he despises what drab clothes represent. He chooses to stick out, to be stylish, to reject society and its boxes. He craves individuality, and is not afraid to be himself. In a way, his clothes are also a crutch, a way to hide. Whizzer hides his insecurity behind flashy clothes and an almost too open persona— he hides by presenting a version of himself he isn’t ashamed of— and Marvin hides in plain sight by making himself blend in.

Also, the tone in which Whizzer speaks the line is important. Functionally, they use their clothes in the same way, but Whizzer seeks to belittle Marvin for his tactics of hiding. Whizzer thinks he is above Marvin in this way by allowing himself to be “free”, even if his version of freedom isn’t quite true. He thinks Marvin clinging to the idea of a tight knit family is pathetic. He makes fun of Marvin’s clothes as a roundabout way of telling him to embrace himself, but this is where his own character flaws come into play. Whizzer is mean, he chooses to pick on Marvin’s insecurity, he mocks the clothes his boyfriend wears fully knowing it’s how they both hide from the world.

Here’s the video that inspired this if anyone’s interested

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HIIII

SIDNEEYYYY

Hi :))

-Percy

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I MISS YOU TOO :,))

SIDNEEYYYY

Hi :))

-Percy

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SIDNEEYYYY

Hi :))

-Percy

HIIIII :)))

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HEYYYY SID!!!! Your blog is awesome now!!!!!! Love what you made of it! Miss talking to ya!

Love, Mina.

awww thank u sm!! i miss talking to u too! :((

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𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 || 𝕾𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 (2023)

— dir. Emerald Fennell

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