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i love her so much im just cryiasndlkfjlskjkl HELP ME.

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SOBS HYSTERICALLY THAT'S MY FUCKING WIFE!!!!

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fu xuan

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for a brief moment i had convinced myself i wasn't going to pull fu xuan and then i logged into this blog and saw her in game again and laughed at myself, actually.

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Honkai: Star Rail Version 1.3 ✩ Celestial Eyes Above Mortal Ruins

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ㅤㅤㅤ𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐟𝐮   𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐧𝐨   𝐨𝐧𝐞,   and   the   problems   of   the   general   did   not   rest   -   even   with   their   actual   leader   indisposed   and   currently   being   forcibly   kept   on   bed   rest   by   both   yanqing   and   fu   xuan's   combined,   unrestrained   might.   only   in   his   weariest   hour,   and   her   own   was   she   able   to   call   dan   heng   here,   more   demand   than   request.   even   still   -   there   were   documents   spread   on   the   table   before   her,   head   diviner   rubbing   achingly   at   her   temples.   so   distracted   by   work   -   she'd   been   -   that   lady   fu   xuan   had   ordered   for   them   both,   and   thusly   dan   heng   ended   up   with...   what   she   preferred,   which   was   an   excessive   amount   of   both   sugar   and   sweetness.   she   didn't   think   he   disliked   it   enough   to   truly   apologize   though.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝    ⸻   i   come   here   to   partake   of   their   beverages   when   exceptionally   weary.   they   always   help   me   feel   better.   i   thought   you   might   enjoy   the   same.   ❞   no-nonsense,   as   always,   the   dawnbreak   hue   of   her   gaze   stern   and   shrewd   all   at   once.   it's   as   if   she   sees   right   through   him   -   picks   apart   both   dan   heng,   dan   feng,   and   all   his   sins...   flays   them   out   on   the   table   before   them   and...   simply   does   not   care.   ❝   in   truth   -   ❞   the   scroll   in   her   hand   is   folded   once   more,   before   pushed   gently   to   the   side.      for   a   moment,   there   is   a   softening   to   her   gaze,   the   eye   upon   her   forehead   twinkling   as   she   perceives   him,   before   she's   back   to   her   reticence.   ❝   i   wanted   to   see   how   you   were   doing.   i   am   an   impartial   party,   dan   heng.   ❞   a   moment   passes,   ❝   and   i   know   all   of   it.   ❞

          “   i don’t often tend to favour very sweet things.   ”   it was in light of phantilya’s defeat where it became clear, the aversion of the stellaron crisis would not end with her banishment. the arbour was still a point of vulnerability, and it’s seals only protected through memories he had yet to access. true freedom from dan feng’s sins was not yet in reach, as he anticipated. he’d wondered, when summoned here, if the acting cloud – knight general would tell him more of the same, confirm his suspicions. the master diviner certainly set it up to look like a casual affair, some whip – cream monstrosity awaiting the him when he finally took his seat, a private room in a very high end tea house. despite his hesitance, the vidyadhara took a sip, brows furrowing when he didn’t immediately recoil   ;   a welcome bitterness to offset the sugar.   hm, incredible.   “   what is it you need, lady fu ?   ”

@woeweal, post stream bubble tea gossip.

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woeweal ┈➤ liuren

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they changed fu xuan's ability translations... which means i am probably going to change my url.

melts sadly.

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FU XUAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

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it’s il/fu xuan day today everyone. VIBRATES.

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@astrcls: even after everyone else has long since parted ways for the night, jing yuan lingers at the seat of divine foresight, though what he's doing at this point could hardly pass for "working." he's not so much staring at his pile of paperwork as he is staring through it, his eyes heavy-lidded; it takes a herculean effort to keep them open. he's recovered from the worst of the wounds he'd sustained in the fight against phantylia, but the crushing exhaustion, he's come to realize, is far harder to shake off. it's as if his limbs have been replaced with lead, and his mind with cotton wool; for a man used to being vigorous and capable, this constant sense of feeling vaguely unwell and insurmountably fatigued has not been well-tolerated. ( it's disheartening, but as ever, the luofu's arbiter general refuses to be cowed --- perhaps at his own expense. ) "lady fu. i wasn't expecting to see you here so late. are you all right ?" with great effort, jing yuan lifts his heavy head; though exhaustion is written into every line of his expression, there's no denying the fondness with which he regards her. for a moment, he tries to stand, then seems to think better of it halfway through; there's an unnatural pallor to his face as he sinks back down into his seat, defeated. the world seems to tilt on its axis, and jing yuan's eyes flutter shut with a barely-audible groan. "ah ... forgive me. perhaps i've forgotten how taxing a full day of work can be ... "

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧   -   despite   the   stars   of   space   being   limitless   in   capacity,   the   luofu's   bioshell   meant   divination   was   best   done   during   their   midnight   hours,   and   as   a   result   the   lead   diviner   was   almost   always   awake   then.   it   had   only   been   made   worse   recently,   in   the   wake   of   phantylia's   defeat,   for   both   increased   work   and   restlessness   nipped   at   her   heels   like   a   rabid   animal.   even   in   her   personal   meditations,   did   she   have   to   be   strong.   one   careful   slip   of   thoughts   could   send   her   simply...   careening   down   a   path   she   dare   not   go   -   not   when   their   stalwart   general,   not   when   jing   yuan   needed   someone   to   hold   him   up   more   than   ever.   for   weeks,   she'd   been   sneaking   some   of   his   workload,   carefully   completing   it   and   ensuring   it   went   to   the   appropriate   parties   as   quickly   as   possible.   still,   it   did   not   seem   to   be   enough   -   for   jing   yuan's   tasks   were   never   ending,   the   man   himself   did   not   know   how   to   take   a   break,   even   when   she   and   yanqing   both   had   insisted   he   work   no   more   than   a   few   hours   each   day...   

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤas   if   he'd   listen.

ㅤㅤㅤshe   stands   there   with   her   hands   on   tiny   hips,   regarding   him   with   shrewd,   dawn-break   orbs.   ❝   jing   yuan.   ❞   soft   spoken   voice   is   stern,   a   tired   lilt   in   her   own   words.   ❝   what   are   you   still   doing   here   ?   ❞   but   diviner   fu...   she   misses   nothing,   not   the   paleness   of   his   flesh,   not   the   haze   in   sun-like   hues.   she's   at   his   side   in   an   instant,   and   before   she   can   even   see,   before   she   realizes   -   her   hand   has   settled   on   the   back   of   his   head,   such   a   strangely   intimate   position   meant   to   keep   him   from...   well,   tilting   again.   

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤa   tsk   parts   her   pretty   lips.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   you're   no   good   to   us   overworked   and   passed   out,   you   know.   ❞   she   moves   to   his   side,   that   hand   that   had   rested   upon   his   hair   securing   itself   instead   briefly   at   his   shoulder.   her   gaze   flies   across   the   paperwork   before   them.   internally,   she   feels   a   sigh   resonate   throughout   herself, �� but   there   is   no   time   to   process   how   she   feels   regarding   this   moment.   ❝   come.   ❞   it's   a   gentle   lilt   to   her   tone,   and   she   steps   closer   to   his   seated   form,   as   if   somehow   -   despite   everything,   fu   xuan,   as   tiny   as   she   is,   intends   to   support   her   general   back   to   his   private   chambers   for   respite.   ❝   let's   get   you   home   to   rest.   never   thought   i'd   be   feeling   the   need   to   lecture   you   over   working   too   much...   ❞

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thirty six days until fu xuan's banner y'all! i'm not. excited. or anything.

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the meaning beyond your name is

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‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged. 

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead. 

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. 

[ LIFT ]  for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. 

[ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. 

[ INTERRUPT ]  for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one. 

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ]  for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc.  which is oversized on them.  

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. 

[ SEE ]  for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.  

[ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. 

[ CATCH ]  for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms. 

[ CARESS ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them. 

[ GIVE ]  for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one. 

[  PULL  ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them. 

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

[ LOWER ]  for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating. 

[ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something. 

[ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something  (  stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). 

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up. 

[ COMFORT ]  for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug. 

[ MELT ]  for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. 

[ BLOCK ]  for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. 

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

[ HELD ]  for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. 

[ TENDER ]  for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. 

[ REST ]  for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. 

[ TOUCH ]  for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s. 

[ PRESS ]  for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. 

[ GAZE ]  taller muse is sitting and the shorter one who is standing in front of them takes their face into their hands while they talk. 

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caught in the spider web

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okay I did ship tier for xuxu too.

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@astrcls: "fu xuan ! just the one i was looking for. i have an important question, one i believe that only you can provide me with the answer to." a cheshire-cat grin stretches across jing yuan's face, scheming, as he lingers in the doorway. "you see, i --- " jing yuan stops short, then turns aside and sneezes; it's just as thunderously loud as the man himself has a penchant for being ( and if fu xuan startles, well ... it's met with a hearty laugh from the general. ) "i read somewhere that sneezing repeatedly means someone is thinking of you. who is that person ? who is thinking of me ? i cannot rest until i have an answer. can the divine foresight grant me one ?"

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐢𝐬   a   place   of   peaceful   repose   under   fu   xuan's   watchful   eye   -   chatter   muted   to   hushed   tones   and   the   soft   lilt   of   songbirds   or   music   being   much   of   what   fills   the   air,   save   for   around   the   matrix   of   prescience   itself   (   𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠   ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑   𝑖𝑡,   𝑎𝑛𝑑   𝑠ℎ𝑒   𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑   𝑤ℎ𝑦,   𝑓𝑜𝑟   𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ   𝑖𝑡   𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦   𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑   𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒   𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠   𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛   𝑎𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑠   𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑   𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ   ).   the   charioteer   ran   a   tight   ship,   so   to   speak,   but   her   employees   were   happy,   each   hard   at   work   at   their   various   tasks   -   including   the   head   of   the   commission   herself.   stretched   upon   her   desk   was   a   massive   map   of   the   stars,   various   talismans   and   figures   placed   upon   it.   one   for   each   xianzhou   ship,   of   course,   the   luofu   piece   being   the   biggest.

ㅤㅤㅤhe   fills   her   doorway   like   an   eclipse,   rending   the   moon   from   the   sky   and   forcing   an   annoyed   twitch   to   a   delicate   pink   brow.   dawn-like   hues   cast   up   towards   him,   mouth   puckering,   before   she   sighs.   ❝ general,   i   really   am   quite-   ❞   as   she   speaks,   a   delicate   ship   piece   and   moved,   representative   of   the   borisin   as   it's   enclosure   is   changed   from   heavenly   market      to   supreme   palace.   the   piece   is   tiny,   moved   only   with   the   painted   nail   of   her   thumb   and   forefinger   and   then-

ㅤㅤㅤ⸻ ACHOO   !   it   shatters   beneath   the   force   of   her   grip.

ㅤㅤㅤfu   xuan   sighs,   a   soft   groan   parting   her   lips   and   notable   twitch   finding   her   brow   once   more   as   she   focuses   her   attention   back   upon   the   general.   ❝   -   busy...   ❞   and   now?   her   stare   is   pointed.   unamused.   diviner   stands   before   him   then,   hands   on   her   hips.   ❝   you   want   to   know   who   is   thinking   about   you   ?   i   do   not   need   to   divine   for   that.   ❞   a   hand,   pressing   carelessly   to   his   forearm,   shoves   him   outward,   tiny   form   seemingly   attempting   to   remove   him   from   her   office   with   little   to   no   success.   ❝   it   was   me.   ❞   she   grumbles,   ❝   ⸻    because   you're   three   days   late   on   the   reports   i   need   for   our   next   route   -   and   now   you've   shattered   my   borisin   piece!   jing   yuan,   you   scoundrel...   ❞