#from her weibo

[waffulaa]

VOCALOID4 Zhang Chuchu reference sheet.

[nexttimeisnotthesame]

#九重紫 © 迂人腐客2016

[happy10thousandyears]

I need to reread Umineko to understand Erika/Dlanor but their main thing for me right now is how Erika comes from outside of the cat box to destroy Beatrice’s illusions, while Dlanor enforces the rules of mystery and judges the Author, but Ange also just wants her brother back and rejected Maria’s magic because they couldn’t help her with that, so Dlanor is portrayed as a heartless murderbot in her eyes, but also also Erika is always mourning her lost love, and Dlanor wanted to help but she can do nothing but watch

[liu-yu-xin]

Damn irenes chinese fans are VICIOUS its like oppression olympics over there about if sm hates their female idols or foreign male idols more 😭

[agendratum]

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s My Overflowing Heart SSR Event (Day 10)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

𓆩♡𓆪  Prologue & Day 1 || Day 2 || Day 3 || Day 4 || Day 5 || Day 6 || Day 7 || Day 8 || Day 9

【Music of the Heart】

It’s a lazy afternoon, and as such, I suddenly think of playing the piano and feeling the sensation of the piano keys dancing beneath my fingertips.

I sit down at the piano and turn on the piano recorder. Recording the tune I’ve played, I send it to Victor.

Victor’s Text: I heard the music you sent me. What made you think of playing this one?

MC’s Text: Actually, I just wanted to rehabilitate my fingers. It’s been a while since I’ve played, and I’m a bit rusty.

Victor’s Text: The flowing could indeed be better. But, the rhythm and emotion are worthy of recognition.

Victor’s Text: It was nice to be able to hear you playing the piano right after I got out of a meeting.

MC’s Text: Victor, I miss you, just a little bit~

Victor’s Text: Just a little bit?

Victor’s Text: …dummy. I’ll see you soon. Very soon.

–

MC: I seem to be feeling pretty good today, so let’s play a little longer.

The sound of the piano flows quietly through the room, filling the loneliness and silence therein a little bit.

—

[MC’s Journal Entry]

It seems that I need to practice regularly in order to play the piano without making mistakes. Perhaps it’s just because of the state of my mind, but why do I feel that playing the love song felt particularly good today?

—  

𓆩♡𓆪  【Day 11】 : Here!

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[virtualangelarchive]

....so taomee's entire animation department has disbanded and the company has just been acquired by another animation/entertainment company in china 🥲🥲🥲

[mingi-bubu]

𝓜𝒶𝓇.🐾 ​​​

20230330 | Cr. 虞書欣Esther | pt i/pt ii

[vxnuslogy]

— what does it mean to be a star?

pairing: sunday x gn!reader

premise: sunday has stayed with you and the stellaron hunters for a few years. your lives has been filled with many adventures, both good and bad. but like any other story crafted by elio, they must come to an end eventually.

– warnings: slight angst if you squint, implications of committing suicide, not proofread that much.

– author’s note: one final (?) stellaron hunter!sunday fic before he gets released. ive missed writing for this man. art credits to 冒火锅海台 on Weibo for the art. | 1.9k words.

— tags: @ryescapades @mitsvriii @https-sourlimes @dazaisms ; if you'd like to be tagged, please let me know by sending an ask off anon or filling out the forms in my pinned !!!

“what do you think makes a star, a star?”

elio asked you that question decades ago. and only now have you arrived at one final answer. out of curiosity, you asked each hunter the same question over the years that have passed, each of them giving one answer that didn’t quite match the rest.

“to be the top player of course!” silver wolf exclaimed, her tone in a matter of fact manner as she didn’t even look up from her console. you only shook your head in amusement, jotting her answer down in a new journal your boss had given you as a present.

“a star you ask,” kafka tilted her head curiously at you. eyes freed from her usual contacts and makeup followed your movement as you stirred the coffee in your cup. “well, a star for me would be something that captures the attention of others without much effort. stars often piqued your interest, didn’t they?” you only smiled in response and nodded. you made a mental note to write it down later before you went to bed.

firefly took a little longer than the last two to answer. you patiently waited, spooning pieces of cake to your lips as the girl in front of you was deep in thought. “a guide. even in your darkest moment, a star will shine as a guide for you to follow so you don’t stray from your path.” she answered in a whisper. eyes wistful as she played with the dessert on her plate. 

“a star,” blade’s gruff voice cut through the night like a knife. a few bottles of local xianzhou wine separating you two as you sat on the roof overlooking the stars above. you hadn’t expected blade of all people to humor your questions, but here you were, grateful in his presence. “it means to burn. so brightly you are unrecognizable, to others and yourself.”

“you have a sad answer,” you mutter, taking a sip of the wine from the small cup as the man huffs. 

“time takes a heavy toll for both you and i,” the wind sways his hair in a deathly dance. he brings his cup to his lips and drinks in one go. you don’t mention how you can barely finish a cup with how strong the drink was—blade could not feel the pain of it in his throat, and he never will. “you’ve already burned through the remains of your past self. it won’t be long before you look in the mirror and be unable to recognize your reflection.”

you frown at his response. “you’re pessimistic.”

“and you’re hypocritical.”

you have no rebuttal to his accusation, after all, at the very core of your character, the word “hypocrite” hangs like a thorny crown. 

“tell me, starcatcher,” red eyes reflected the conflict you’ve been massing deep within the columns of your bones. they crash onto your being like how the oceans do to the shores—unrelenting and loud. “are you that afraid of losing another that you love them as if tomorrow they’ll die?”

you fled the roof that night. unable to face your hopelessness head on after a fresh wound of death lingers by your heart. another attempt, another reminder of the welling darkness that swells from the tip of your fingers and slowly corrupts your entire body. it drowns you and you can’t help but fear that time is clutching your shoulder, weighing you down to the ocean floor as it laughs at your predicament.

“so it’s decided then.”

but that’s no longer the case. no, not anymore. it's been decades since then, and you’ve changed.

elio sits by his office chair, typewriter moved to the side as he personally penned the final bits of your songbird’s script. you were elio’s editor and proofreader. you don’t exactly remember when it started but when you were still an unwilling understudy—an actor who refused to acknowledge the stage—he would trap you in his office and force you to read over his script to make sure there were no errors.

a small and sad smile tugged at your lips as you read the pages of inked fate. “this is for the best.”

“the best, yes,” elio ceases his writing. compiling the papers into one bulk and staring right at you. “but it's not the ending you wanted.”

you shook your head, “my preferred ending isn’t relevant to how the story ends. it’s not my story to tell.”

“yes, but it's a story you’re meant to read,” there was pity in his eyes. your heart felt too heavy with realization to even feel offended by such a look. “you have the right to feel dissatisfied.”

“thank you, elio, truly,” you only gave destiny’s slave one final smile before standing. you quietly made your way to the door, forcing your steps to sound quiet and lacking sadness. but you can’t do that, you never will. building up walls will only prove to be a waste of effort. not when elio knows every brick by heart.

with a heavy sigh, you linger by the office door before making your way to your workshop. memories from years ago flood your mind as the halls fill your senses. photos from vacation, missions, and simple outings hang by the walls while certain trinkets and relics from bygone travels litter the many desks and drawers. time did take a heavy toll just like blade said. kafka’s skin started to wrinkle a bit, silver wolf started growing taller, firefly grew paler and paler, and blade looked more like death with every breath he took.

time was a painful thing to remember—it’s not infinite. and even if it was, it's never always kind to everyone. and you? you are worse than time and death itself. you were the inevitable–finality. 

“good morning, [name].”

a voice from behind greets you like a new sunrise–a reminder that a new day is here. you couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips. seeing sunday in blade’s shirt hang over his body like a blanket, firefly’s hair ties on his wrists and a spare console from silver wolf in one hand brings you so much joy. 

“sunday, good morning!” you sounded breathless. tucking both hands behind your back to hide your shaking as he joined you on your way to the workshop he’s made as his makeshift nest.

sunday smiles—filled with all the hope you’ve craved and lost. it stings your heart like a needle but you don’t show it. you’re first to look away, like all the other times in his presence, unable to face the way his wings flutter and smile twitch in concern.

when you reach the workshop, you flicker the lights on and sunday makes himself at home. sitting by the windowsill as you sat down by your table. scattered fabrics for sunday’s final mission lay in your hands, and you’d be damned if you messed up now. even with a heavy heart, you willed your hands to work, all the while ignoring the concerned stare of the angel sunbathing by the window.

the two of you spend the first few hours of morning in each other’s quiet presence before your tongue itches to ask him a question. “sunday,” you call his name and you curse the flutter in your chest when he immediately looks at you. he noticed his overly quick response and covered half of his face with a fist, pretending to hide a cough instead of his coloring cheeks.

“yes?” he asks, attention solely on you as you pin the needle back on the cushion and smooth out any creases.

“what does it mean to be a star?”

he blinked owlishly at your question. a soft hum escaped his lips as his fingers tapped on the rim of his cup in contemplation. “is there…” he tests the waters—seeing if it's too hot or too cold. “any particular occasion for you to ask me a question?”

you shake your head in amusement when his more formal tone slips out. “no, not at all. just a little tradition is all.”

“well, then,” the words die out on his tongue. every once in a while, sunday would peer at you like a lost child but you’d only nod encouragingly. “a star means to be remembered.” he looked out the window, watching the clouds pass by in a blur. “even if they aren’t always there, you know they exist.”

sometimes you wonder if it's possible for sunday to look at himself through the lens of your eyes. he was beautiful like the praise of idrila, happiness like aha’s laughter, and the curiosity for adventure like akivili. sunday wasn’t just a star, he was the entire universe. and he remained blissfully unaware of it.

“[name], is everything all right?” 

you’re snapped out of your daze when you feel his hand on your cheek. lost in the replays of sunday’s image in your mind, you didn’t notice the stray tears that had betrayed your image of an unbothered editor. 

“please, don’t cry,” he whispers, pressing your foreheads together. his thumb gently wiping away the tears that escaped your eyes. you can’t help but chuckle. sunday truly was like a sponge when it comes to others’ habits.

“what hurts you so?”

“what makes you think i’m hurt?” quite frankly, you were hurt. so incredibly hurt by his eventual departure but your heart knows his stay was only temporary. but that didn’t mean you never hoped. 

hoped. over the course of a few years, sunday had succeeded in the mission the other hunters failed at. he made you hope again.

“kafka is cooking everyone’s breakfast. it’ll surely brighten up your mood.” he states taking your hand in his and tugging you in the direction of the dining room and kitchen. sunday maneuvered through the headquarters with such ease your ribs began to clamp on your heart again.

this was his home, his respite. but only for a short time.

when the two of you enter the room, you notice his frown. the emotions of everyone were palpable—it felt suffocating. your eyes met blade and you just smiled. one deep breath in and you snapped back into your joyous self. bringing temporary light to the room.

even as you ate and chatted, there were undertones of sadness. sunday nudged your side and quietly asked you, “are you quite sure everything is alright? everyone seems sad today.”

you look at them one by one. kafka’s eyes are slowly being accompanied by eye bags and wrinkles, silver wolf is nearing blade’s shoulder, firefly looks paler, and blade’s hand shakes as he holds his chopsticks. you look at sunday’s eyes, and smile. even he was a victim of time with the way his hair grew longer and face filled with more life.

“they’re just worried,” you look away first like always. meeting blade’s gaze halfway and smiling to yourself when you see him huff in denial. “your next mission is here.”

what does it mean to be a star? elio asked you that question a long, long time ago. and you only found the answer in the form of an angel with wings behind his ears and eyes that shined like the sun. the star you’ve grown to love burns brighter than the sun but still requires rest when night falls. 

to be a star means to be remembered, even in the face of departure. you remain bright and unforgotten. left in the care of a conductor and an express you’ve once loved.

to be a star means to face the inevitable that sunday was meant for greater things than being just a fugitive venturing the universe.

© vxnuslogy 2024. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works.

[elaine19day]

Alright guys, I'm here today to address the pictures of the alleged 'new merch' that had been circling around in the English fandom for a few days. See how I said 'English fandom'? Because nobody really addressed it on weibo and XHS yet… at least not to that extent. (Sorry, I have seen these screencaps on tumblr, insta, X and discord, and I have no idea who originally took them, I don't claim to have taken those screenshots, merely providing them here so you know what I'm talking about.)

So what happened? A few days ago a random shop on taobao created new listings that offered a new series of badges and prints/acrylics - not just featuring the 4 main boys, but also He Cheng, Qiu, She Li and�� Cun Tou…..?! Now let's take a moment and sit back and think about this for a while. First of all: Why would a random shop that's NOT affiliated with mosspaca in any way post new 'official' merchandise? (Because we can see there's the mosspaca copyright writing on the badges and acrylics, just like it used to be on the previous badge series) Why would this random shop post these things while neither OldXian herself nor her boss, moss, have posted or announced anything via weibo/XHS? Don't you think this is sort of fishy? You don't find this strange, you don't question that at all? Sure, some people said: It's leaked and it will be available on the upcoming signing event on the 29th which OX announced on her weibo. Sure. There is a possibility, of course. They could have a leak in mosspaca studio and some person got their hands on some undisclosed merch and decided to make bank by making a new shop and listing the items for pre-order, hoping they could cash in. NOT a smart choice if you wanna keep your job because such incidents get investigated thoroughly and we all know by now that moss himself is very strict about these things and already has taken legal action against shops before when they sell fake merch as official merch. The other possibility? Old Xian's apple account has been hacked by an outsider and then the same scenario as before applies - that person wanted to cash in before it officially releases.

Now. How has OX handled merchandise before? It was always announced before an event and sometimes even months(!) in advance when they were pre-order items. Also. Have you ever seen Old Xian making merch for Cheng, Qiu, She Li and Buzzcut? Sure, the first 3 have been on some old postcards way back in the day, plus they are depicted in some of the artbooks, okay. But actual merch with them separately? The last badge series had a very limited special edition button with He Cheng. That was super rare. And now OX suddenly makes merch of the 2 adults, plus She Li AND Buzzcut, who's a minor character which barely makes an appearance? (Sorry, Buzzcut fans, not trying to be mean, just wanting to drive home the point that OX creating merch of him is highly unlikely - unfortunately.)

So what can we take home from all the stuff I just pointed out? Yep, there is a high chance that this is not official. It might be fake merch, sold by a random person who used generative AI tools and editing skills to create these things. I mean, sure, some of the pictures look highly convincing, I give you that. But then again, there are fanartists out there who can perfectly mimic Old Xian's style and edit/draw the boys in new poses that make it seem 'real' and official. But then there's THIS. Please take a close look at the way the faces are 'drawn', the way that the eyes are sort of smudged, same as some of the abs, the way Mo's face is contorted in a weird angle, the way the hands look chunky and unreal, and so on. (click on image to enlarge it and see it in more detail)

Weird, right? Well, it's a very common, typical thing for pictures that are generated with free AI tools. Everyone who has tried one or the other and has fcked around with one of those tools out of curiosity will notice.

Also - have you noticed the sheer AMOUNT of things posted from this one random seller? 10 different badges, 12 different long bookmarks (acrylic boards?), 4 couple cards, plus a LOT of other random new things which all feature very old panels from the manhua… When has Old Xian ever released SO MUCH merch at once? Yep. Never. Plus the re-using of old pictures for new merch? Also doesn't make much sense. And there's a lot of the older illustrations being used for these supposed new things here.

So if you take all of this into account, you might conclude that someone is tryna pull your leg here, selling fake merch disguised as official by even slapping the logo onto it to make it more convincing and mimicking how it looked the last time around. Of course - there might be the odd chance that mosspaca suddenly took a 180° turn and completely changed their modus operandi and decided to do things completely different compared to before and that it was leaked after all and meant as a surprise for the new autograph event etc etc etc. Yep. There's a chance that all this is true after all. But there's also a chance that I step out of my house tomorrow and an airplane crashes onto my head. Of course, that chance is *extremely* small. But the chance is there… So there you have it. All I'm asking you here, is to take a moment to think it through logically when you see these things online. And that you don't instantly believe everything that other people post who are always so eager to spread false information just for the sake of stirring up the fandom without ever taking the time to verify their sources. (No, I'm NOT taking a jab at anyone here who posted/reposted these pictures and was confused and/or asked about it. I was just as puzzled as you guys. But I am criticizing those who post it and announce that it's definitely new, official merchandise…) In conclusion: Might be true, but chances are very slim, all things considered. Let's wait until Tuesday when the event takes place and keep an eye on weibo and XHS - let's see which pictures the CN fandom will post when showing their autographs. Then you can check if there's new merch present. If not - well, then it's pretty safe to say that this was definitely fake. (And if this turns out to be real after all, I will make a follow-up post, regarding the AI-looking faces. But you might not like that 'lore' so I will not mention it for now, to prevent possible drama.)

[thatsmimi]

Information on the structure of the Canaries, source from weibo. This is included in the new version of the Adventurer Bible.

(Click for details.)

Inspired by @room-surprise's partial break down of this page, I got it translated! Room also has a lot of good dunmeshi world building posts, so I definitely recommend checking out their blog!

Repost policy: CN->ENG Translation + clean up is done by me! This post is locked because the leaker prefers to not have her stuff reposted to other places to prevent spreading accidental misinformation/mistranslation, so this is only for casual reading before official translation comes out. If you want to crop part of this post and use elsewhere please make sure to add the above addendum, or link back to this post instead. Here's why I don't support Savaralyn's translations.

[waffulaa]

VOCALOID4 Xingchen (Stardust) concept art.

[jakensama]

❤️🌙🎐Puppy🎐🌙❤️

✨Forever stay with her dearest & cute great demon puppy✨

Authorized source from Weibo:漫芯巧克力

[thedeadstoryteller1]

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒- 𝒳𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝒳 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙.

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝, 𝑂𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑁𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

𝐴𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡: Weibo - 画画的阿蛇

𝐴𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑁𝑜����𝑒 : 𝐼𝑛 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝘩 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔... 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑝𝑝 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝. 𝑆𝑂 .. 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑤 𝑤𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝑁𝑜 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟 ... 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑠 ... 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑦𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑎. 𝐼 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦.

“Xavier you idiot, I told you I had it.” I shout at him while he’s gasping for air. 

“I’m fine… really.” He tries standing up but his face grows pale and he falls back down. His head  bleeding profusely and judging by the way he is holding his side, he’s broken some ribs. 

“Stay down.” I command. Ripping a part of my shirt I apply pressure to his open head wound. He winces trying to move my hand away, but I give him a menacing look that makes him stay still. 

“It’s just a scratch.” He says while coughing up some blood. 

“You got slammed into a wall by the wanderer trying to shield me from its attack. You almost got crushed. Your head won’t stop bleeding and you’re coughing up blood. Backup is on the way.. please try to hold on.” My voice cracks at the end. Seeing him on the ground trying to defuse his situation only makes me shed a few tears.  “I can’t lose you okay? Stay with me.” 

“I - I just need a n-nap .. I’ll be-.” His eyes roll back before he finishes his sentence, panic strikes my heart. His breathing grows more shallow. 

“Xavier, please hold on a bit longer.” I plead. His eyes try to flutter to stay awake. “Please.. please hold on baby.” 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of hopelessness the backup team arrives. Moving me out the way, the team does their best to stabilize him for transport. 

“He’s not breathing and has no pulse, starting chest compression.” 

The next few moments happen while I’m in a haze, unable to comprehend what I’m seeing. His clothing is being torn apart, and his chest rises up and down from the shock sent to his heart. Someone is holding onto my shoulder, while I’m on my knees crying and begging for him to live. 

He’s gonna die. 

The chatter in the room grows quiet, all waiting for a sign of life. 

That's when the heart monitor beeps. 

“He’s back.” 

Immediately Xaiver is put on a stretcher, and taken to the ambulance. 

“Come on, let's go.” The hand on my shoulder squeezes me gently, allowing me to come back to my senses. 

“Tara?” I say while wiping the snot from my nose. “What are you doing here?” 

“You called for backup… and well… Here I am. Your voice sounded so worried and when I heard you scream man down. I immediately thought of Xav.”  I quickly take her in my arms and cry a bit more on her shoulder. 

“Oh Tara, the idiot pushed me out the way. I had my back turned and he pushed me. He’s gonna die because of me. I ki-.” 

“Hey.” She cuts me off “Xaiver is one tuff cookie, he’s gonna be okay. Come on, you’ll be the first person he’d like to see when he wakes up. And we can’t have you looking like a mess, you'll scare him away.” She looked into my eyes with sincerity, still I could see the fear behind her eyes. She too was worried he wasn’t gonna make it. I let out a small smile and we race to the car, trailing behind the ambulance. 

Xavier suffered from a brain bleed, and fractured ribs. Two ribs punctured his lungs. He was in surgery for almost a whole day. Thankfully he made it, it was now a matter of time for him to wake up. I sat there by his bed holding his hand, with the help from Dr. Zayne I was able to stay even after visiting hours. 

Almost a week had gone by and Xavier was still sleeping. This was the one time where I wished he didn’t. Doctors and nurses reassured me it was perfectly normal… especially after brain surgery.  

If they only knew how much he slept in general, they wouldn't consider him normal. A few days go by and he is still fast asleep. The patch of hair is starting to grow back and the bruising in his face starts to fade.  The days seem to blur together, I sit there by his bedside holding in hand. My eyes are closed but I’m not resting, afraid of the heart monitor going flat again. I stay on high alert. 

“Is it possible to squeeze a hand off?” He whispers. My head perks up to meet his blue eyes. 

In a single second, I feel like I can finally breathe. My worry had finally washed away. He's awake .. he did it. He’s alive… 

His blue eyes stare at me with confusion, I know I look a mess… I haven't stopped crying since I got to the hospital. The realization hits his body as he takes in his surroundings. After realizing he’s in a hospital bed, he could only look at me with a somber expression. I knew at that moment his heart broke a bit to see me like that. 

“You’re awake.” I huff, my excitement  takes the best of me and I fly into his arms. He winces at the pain, but holds me close. Not letting me leave his arms.  “Oh I’m sorry…” 

“It’s okay, don’t go. Let me feel your warmth.” His face burrows in my neck as he holds me tight. 

“I thought I lost you.. You .. died.” I can’t control the tears, feeling him alive and breathing it’s an indescribable feeling. 

“It’s okay, I’m here now. I’m sorry for scaring you.” He strokes my hair softly, then places a small kiss on my neck's sweet spot.  A small moan espaces my lip, he continues to move from my neck to my lips. 

He kisses me gently, cupping my face in his hands. The heart rate monitor beeps a little faster, I try to pull away but he only deepens the kiss. Kissing me more passionately and intensely, I never realized how long I craved his kiss. Our lips move in sync, and I feel my cunt start to throb. 

I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me. 

As if he was reading my thoughts, he slides his hand under my sweater and starts rubbing  small circles on my nipple with his thumb. 

“Xaiver.” I moan in between our heated kisses. 

“I want you.’’ He pants, breaking away from my lips. “I need to touch you.” His eyes lock into mine. His blue orbs looked at me with desire. I’m helpless against his wishes.  

“But you’re still recovering, I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“I can take it.” 

“We are in a hospital, someone may enter.”  I blush. 

“I don’t care, It’s 3am and the blinds are closed.” His ears grow red. “You’ll cum quickly for me.” He smirks, he sits up and points at the chair. Taking off the nasal cannula and placing it to the side of the bed, he plants his feet to the cold ground. If he was in pain he wasn't going to show it. 

I follow his order to sit on the chair. He makes his way towards me, it's not a long distance considering I moved the chair to be closer to him. He gets on his knees… 

I know that look… he’s feral. 

“Xaiver Im - .” Before I can even finish my sentence, he parts my legs open. My pink skirt does me no justice in hiding anything.  

His cold  fingers find their way to my warm pussy. He teasinging rubs his index finger on my clit, I sink into the chair and bite my lip hard.  Slow circle-like motions make me grip onto the armrest. I try so hard not to moan and give us away. 

“You’re so wet.” He whispers while glancing at me.

He takes my leg and throws it over his shoulder, spreading my legs even further. One of his arms holds my thigh close to his head. He places small kisses and bites my thigh gently. He slides my panites over and without warning he shoves his fingers into my vagina.  

“Xaiver.” I pant. His face still buried in my thigh, he peeks in my direction. His fingers quicken, causing my legs to shake. His fingers go in me so deeply with each small moan. He's proud of himself, judging by his smug look. 

In and out they go, we stare at each other as he is pleasuring me with his beautiful, god like hands. Biting my lips harder, his eyes screaming he wants more. 

In a swift motion, he puts my other leg on his shoulder but not before completely taking off my thong. My skirt rises up, exposing me completely. We lock eyes again, he takes his fingers and licks his fingers clean off. 

“I need to taste.” He moans. 

His heartbeat is steady, while mine is beating out of my chest. With no hesitation his tongue finds my clit. Rubbing sweet motions to my throbbing cunt. He takes my thighs and shoves my pussy deeper into his face. Pure ecstasy is released to my body, the motion of his tongue exploring me is just enough to make me cum.  However, I make myself hold on. 

No not yet.. A little longer. 

I repeat this in my head over and over. My hands make my way to his hair, tugging on it slightly while I moan out his name in a whisper. 

The vibration of his moan in my pussy makes me shake. He quickens the pace, violently licking me until I can no longer hold it in. I release myself onto his face with no warning.  I can feel his gigantic smirk. 

He pants, trying to gasp for air. While licking his lips, he grabs my thong and helps me put it back on. Giving me one more kiss on my thighs before getting back up and going back to the hospital. He puts the cannula back into his nose, finally stabilizing his breathing. 

I go and lay next to him, covering us both with the blanket I brought from my house. He holds me tight while placing a small kiss on my forehead. 

“You're okay right? It didn't hurt?”  I look at him with concern. I know he is tired, I know it hurts him but he’s not gonna let me know. 

“It’s alright, nothing some sleep can’t cure.”  He yawns “Or some hot pot.” He exclaims softly. His little blue eyes flutter, trying to stay awake. 

“Xavier… Can you promise me something?.”  He tenses up for a bit, expressionless, like he’s heard this line before. He looks at me with concern before nodding yes. 

“Promise me you won't ever die on me.” My memory takes me back to the night of the accident. I will never forget seeing a flatline on the monitor.  The way his eyes tried so hard to look at me but couldn't hold my gaze. My eyes start to water… I hold back, trying not to ruin our precious moment. 

“I promise.” He kisses my lips once more. I smile before letting the drowsiness take over me. I can finally sleep knowing he’s not going to leave. Just before I’m fully going to pass out he whispers something to himself, I can’t make out the first part but I catch the last part of his sentence. 

“I’m never going to leave you again.”

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒓... 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒀𝒐𝒖 ♡

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 ... 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉 .. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉. 𝑱𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 ! 𝟔𝑷𝑴 𝑬𝑺𝑻 ... 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕.

~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓~

[librinaut]

Gong Lijiao is a 35 year old shotput athlete who won gold in the 2020 olympics in Tokyo (and has three olympic medals in total). She also has a record eight medals at the World Athletics Championships. She has fought super hard for her achievements and is such an amazing athlete overall. There is a lot of pressure for women to conform to gender roles and to be thin and feminine, even if they are world class athletes. Gong Lijiao was asked in an interview: "You used to be a masculine woman for the sake of shot-put. But moving forward, can you be yourself?". Doesn't this woman look like she IS herself?? She is completely in her element, she looks comfortable and confident. On her social media, she wears comfortable clothing and just seems happy and... HERSELF. Of course she was caught off guard by that comment in the interview. “If I don’t train later on, then maybe I will lose weight, and then get married and have kids,” she said. “The path one must walk in life.” Basically saying that yea.. if I don't succeed, I'll probably be forced to do that and not follow my dreams anymore. She was pushed further and asked if she had a boyfriend, what she was looking for in a boyfriend and if a male partner had to be able to beat her at arm wrestling. This is from a new york times article at the time: "One trending post stated that men were simply not good enough to marry Gong, adding: “Discourse about women isn’t limited to marriage and physical appearances. There are also dreams and success.” Gong responded to the post from her official Weibo account. “This completely says what I’m thinking!” she wrote. “Thank you!” And I will leave it at that!

[wonder-mei]

His greatest achievement (Honkai:Star Rail’s Dr Veritas Ratio)

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Reminder : I do not write accurately to the lore of the world I am writing. I write whenever there’s an idea

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“Hey, who gave you those roses?” her friend asked curiously as her eyes focuses on the bouquet of red roses wrapped beautifully with cream and dark brown, and tied in cream bow

“Oh, Veritas gave them to me. Beautiful aren't they?” she takes a sniff and shows the bouquet to her friends “They are fresh picked too” 

Her friends looked at each other with confused expressions. Doctor Veritas Ratio, one of the geniuses of all mankind. Knowledgeable in many academic fields, not only does he have the brain, he also has achieved a lot of achievements since he was young, surpassing every professor that is decades older. Despite his intellect, Ratio is well-known for being very egotistical and arrogant. Not one of his students ever disagrees with his lecturers or confronts the grades he gave. Because he knows he is RIGHT. Even other professors or staff do not want to mess with him. 

But her. She is one of the odds. Ratio never does all of those to her. He is calm and gentle whenever she is around. There were students making a study on this privately as to why she is an exception to his egotistical and arrogant. 

And the conclusion is; he is in love with her. 

But she is oblivious to this fact. 

“Why did Dr Ratio give you roses?” 

“Oh he said his roses are overgrown so he gave me them” 

“Only you?”

“Yeah, he said he does not have more to give to others” 

“Also wrapped perfectly” 

“He just wants to use this wrapper he bought. Don’t want to waste”

Each question regarding Ratio’s gifts she would answer them giving reasons as to why he does that but none of them because he loves her after countless of gifts he gave her. From carving a few sets of her favorite animals, buying her books and so more. 

“Don’t you think he has a reason for giving you gifts?”

“Not at all. We share an office so it’s normal for officemates to give each other gifts,right?”

Her friends didn’t answer. They just stare at her “Well I have to go. My worms need some feeding” 

How could a botanist be paired to share an office with the man of every knowledge in this world? It is fate. Ratio was irritated at first for having an officemate that involves themselves around plants and soil but something about her made him forget his emotions and expectations on her. It all started on that specific day…

“What are you doing?”

“Oh Ratio! You are early today” she greets him with a smile “These are my worms. I’m building a worm farm”

Ratio scowls watching the containers with dirt and few visible worms in the soil “Why are you even doing these dirty projects?”

“Everything! Worms can compose,fertilize and are eco-friendly. Can’t really depend on technology for the compose and chemical for the foods we eat,right? It is time for us to have this old tradition in our daily life” 

Ratio just stood there taking her every word into deep analysis. There are already machines for everything. And they make lives easier. Who wants to do the traditional way when it's easier for that. This intrigues him. She piqued his interest. Since then, Ratio would watch her doing her odds stuff. She used all natural color for paints, learned how to speak to birds and so many odd things he can even comprehend. But, he never intervenes or corrects her ways. Her ways are too unique to stop her from doing so. 

 “Have you seen Ratio?” she asked one of his students when she saw them walking in the same hallway

“Dr Ratio? Nope. He dismissed today class 20 minutes early” 

Strange. Ratio always uses the class time duration strictly. Starts when it starts and ends when it ends. He wasn't in their office,maybe he is in his art studio located not far from the university building. She heads to the art studio still holding the bouquet, catching everyone’s attention for how beautiful the roses are. 

“Veritas?” She calls his name as she enters the building. No answers. The room was cloaked in shadows, the faint glow of twilight seeping through the half-closed window curtain but the sun shunned a tall figure covered in cloth shielding it to cause curiosity to whoever sees this. She was so inquisitive about the mysterious figure behind it,she pulled down the cloth with a swift. 

As the cloth was pulled down, it revealed a beautifully carved sculpture. She stands near to it gazing at every carving trying to make out who is that. Every inch of the figure registered into her mind, every feature is hers. From the hair,eyes,nose,everything even the moles and scars. The person accurately carved her. In this piece, she is wearing a simple one piece dress and a veil. She is sitting on the ground with the texture of grass and soil. There are few birds she recognizes that she studied for communication studies. Next to the sculpture, there’s a note. It says;

She and i has no contrast,

She is the sun and moon,

Whilst i witness her beauty day and night,

From every beauty exist,

I willingly sit to see her only. 

Too mesmerized by the art. She was startled when someone called her name “Veritas…”. They were too close. Her back flushes on his chest heading tilting up staring into his eyes “What is this?”

Ratio stares into her eyes for a minute “The carving of my beloved” 

“What does that mean?”

The question that would frequently irritate Ratio but from her, nothing can make him get irritated by her “I have achieved and invented something that has given me praises and is well-known for it. But my greatest achievement is falling for you and only us know how my heart yearns for yours. I tried to imitate you in that sculpture but that beauty only you can have” 

There it is. No ridiculous reasons for giving her gifts. Ratio confessed his love that he has kept for awhile. He too made a deep depth as to why she can get away any irks he dislikes and why her presence makes his day brighter. It all because

“My love for you is never-ending like the universe” 

For now,she does not need to think of oblivious reasons as to why Ratio has gifted her gifts especially when it comes to the question of the sculpture of hers. Why? Because he loves her. 

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kinda cringed a lil