𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒂.
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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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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.
#tempestial#◞ ✦ 御女 ⸻ thread.#◞ ✦ 天皇大帝 ⸻ verse i. main#bubble tea gossip bout to turn into bubble tea therapy
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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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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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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... ❞
#astrcls#astrcls / jing yuan#◞ ✦ 七公 ⸻ answered.#◞ ✦ 天皇大帝 ⸻ verse i. main#IM CRYING#JY STOP BULLYING HER!!!1
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