#BABY PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME

[cynicallyneutral]

had to be done 🤷

[incalescentia]

@tiny-as-a-firely // prev. post

Home was no longer a frightening concept. He gladly stumbled in that direction, filling the walk with conversation about his last class discussion, how he thought the soccer team may actually make it to state championships this year, and why he decided he didn’t like wearing purple. All aimless topics —  all part of a forgotten routine between the couple, laughing and smiling and holding hands. Their seventh-floor apartment didn’t have an elevator. These stairs were a witness to their love story. Every song hummed and poem recited, every stolen kiss and long embrace, every step Conrad tripped on and Dorothea saved him from. Their names were carved into every inch of these dingy white walls. Connie and Dora. Connie and Dora. Connie and Dora. There wasn’t anywhere to escape it. He flicked on the lights in the entryway, hanging the keys on their hook, and letting Dora press past him. Everything from the couch to the picture frames was handpicked during Sunday morning thrift shopping. Perfectly curated to complement their different personalities. A deep sigh exhaled from Conrad’s lips every time he opened the door like it was bringing him in for the tightest of hugs. This was what Conrad cherished about their life the most, all of the places that were meant for their eyes only. It was a habit for Conrad to make his way to the record player. Tips of his fingers grazing each vinyl as if he was seeing them all for the first time, settling on one with a soft tempo. The strumming of the guitar filled the air as he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over a chair, Dorothea’s singing coming from the kitchen. Nothing felt out of place. Except for the bright yellow envelope on their coffee table. ‘Dorothea Hawkins’ scribbled sloppily on the front. Her assistant must have let herself in, like she had a hundred times before, to drop it off. Still, something felt off about it, that same knot returning to its usual spot in his stomach. It wasn’t like Conrad to snoop but he sat down on the couch anyway, pushed up the metal prongs on the back, and slid out the papers inside. 

Supreme Court of the State of New York: Action for Divorce. No thought in his mind was comprehensible. He knew the foundation of their marriage had cracks but he didn’t think the whole house was crumbling to the ground. Not enough to lead to this. A fucking divorce. After ten years of being together. After everything they had experienced together. She could have at least taken the knife to his jugular instead of sticking it in his back. At least then he would have seen it coming. Had a warning. Something, anything, so he wouldn’t be hyperventilating in what used to be a safe space. His hand was shaking, holding the documents with a death grip, as Dora emerged from the kitchen doorway. There was a smile and then there wasn’t, the paleness of her face saying everything he needed to know. They’re staring at one another. Complete silence. Tears welled up in his eyes but they didn't fall, cheeks growing hot and red. When Conrad spoke, he surprised even himself. Words calm, steady, collected. The opposite of his body language. “Is this what you want?”

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

[ikram1909]

Gavi is traveling with the team for Xavi's last game as our coach 💙❤️☹️

[acourtofquestions]

Just sped read two chapters (I’ll have to update on later) but imma be honest people: I am on chapter 61 (or I guess it’s the next one I read? Idk words🤦‍♀️) and I am feeling very real fear right about now👀🫥😬😅 like I got a few pages in & was like; mmm… yeah… no…this is gonna keep me up finishing this book (and I cannot be drowsy working tomorrow)… but like… Rowan is sneaking out… and it’s stupid Maeve (I really do hate her and she’s only been in like 2 chapters and I am so over her)… and it’s worse cause I KNEW IT the second Elide was like “Lorcan’s restless” I was like ITS MAEVE PROXIMITY but ANSEL JUST GAVE ME HOPE! and Lysaedion😊🥹 & Manorian😉😂 are being allllll cute! And then Rowaelin because ROWAN IS HAPPY😭 for once in 2 centuries this man is smiling & SJM has the nerve to say “the spark went out” (writing this like she isn’t the genius author that created everything and is instead some random opinion😂) and now I’m scared because they’re all toooooo happy???… like oh yeah we’re kinda happy — until… idk… I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS; she just left me on THAT… THATS THE PROBLEM & fuck fuck fuck this CANNOT end well😅😅 but Dorian said Asterins alive? BUT WHERE IS ABRAXOS? And everyone’s been warning me & I am STILL NOT ready at all in the slightest… UGHHHHWHHHHHYYYYYY (they deserve an ACOFAS style fluff book after this😭) and I guess I just need to schedule finishing this book and reading all of tower of dawn cause I can’t with these cliffhangers anymore😅😅

[sillygh0st]

Qsmp 2 with all qsmp streamers will save me I know .

[tumbler-dot-com-user]

newpipe isn't working I can feel myself withering away

[psalmsofpsychosis]

Batman Black & White: The Lesson × Life Doesn't Frighten Me by Maya Angelou

[im-diseased-but-cool]

Gimme be honest fellas I can't stop thinking about the parallel of Lucifer loving God so much and God cast him away and fuccijf Sam and Dean like it drives me crazy. I hate these bitches so much they've ruined my life I have never thought about Cain and Abel but guess what folks! I AM THINKING ABOUT THOSE BROTHERS BEVAUSE OF THESE STUPID FUCKING TWINK ASS FAGS!!!!! Sam and Dean die maybe but don't god im in shambles

[mazojo]

[sweatyfuntrash]

“Lemon drops.”

“Huh?”

“We were eating sour lemon drops, not gummy worms.”

“…ah.”

(Spoilers for chapter 17 under the cut)

Oooooooooh my gooooooooood

WHAT WAS THAT?? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??? WHAT?

Okok, so first there’s the Creature(tm) that was… something. Amazing design, loved the mushrooms bestie but— I mean, I can say it right? They’re a bitch. Fuck off with your truth swamp boi I’m not interested.

Then there’s Matthias… IF THATS YOUR REAL NAME. Look, I said it once on the discord, but I’m saying it again, I don’t trust Matt as far as I can throw ‘im. Once i organize my thoughts, maybe I’ll do a solid theory but rn im just going ‘>:(‘

And then there’s Lia… That scene… Jesus, my attachment issues are acting up. As someone with a very limited circle of friends, just the thought of someone leaving makes me ✨very anxious✨ (but I won’t force them to stay, im more of a brooding ‘oh everyone is better without me’, not a ‘IF I CANT HAVE YOU NO ONE CAN YANDERE MODE’ dw) so that hole scene hit a little to close to home :). Of course, I fixed her college and told her the truth but h o l y s h i t that hurt like a bitch. Homophobic chapter fr.

As always, amazing work from the ILW team. The scene in the cave was spectacular, if not insanely creepy (and kinda unsettling, that siren kept giving me the chills), so much lore was explained— MOSS IS BACK!!! OMG MÖSS IM SO HAPPY I MISSED YOU SO MUCH WHOS A GOOD ZOMBIE?? YES YOU ARE YOU AR—

Sorry got a bit carried away.

10/10 as always, amazing chapter, thank you everyone that’s collaborating with this project y’all are the best and I hope your pillow is cold tonight :D

[xxlelaxx]

I don't think my husband understands that there is a big difference between the kind of sleep I've been getting and the kind of sleep he's been getting. It's starting to make me very angry

[lolottes-pad]

if i think hard enough then perhaps i can manifest my comfort character and get him to Kill my mother

[torao-chan]

also; the way sushi is clinging to me today because I left the house for almost all of yesterday lmfao

she was so grumpy before we left cause she was like 'you... haven't turned on the computer. T3T what are you planning'

and then we got back and she was like 'you ABANDONED ME?!!?!? left me ALONE?!? by MYSELF?! ALL DAY?!?!?!'

and today is just 'you. are not leaving my sight. i refuse.' lmfao

[rayvern-sheep]

Whenever i see “pro-ship” or “anti” i have this funny thing where i instinctively unfollow… its weird…

I could have followed you for years but as soon as you share some post abt how “kids these days don’t like all my dark sexual fantasies, they must be fascists” I’m gone. I’ve disappeared to another fucking dimension to escape the black hole in your skull where your brain was supposed to be.

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

i cant believe i literally have to be like dont patronize me how hard is that to fucking understand man