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trick or treat! 🐱✨️
TREAT! when u're cold but have a brother who wears a big family heirloom cloak that can fit u (and probably 2 kidnapped kids too)!
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||The cursed treasure hunt||
reserved au rp with @demon-blood-youths
"Anything yet?" Megumi blinks to hear this but he looks from his cell phone. He didn't know what was going on, giving the thought that something might have happened. Gojo was told Kisho still was on his on going mission to find the cursed items that came from that party. However, it leaves another wondering what was going on. He did have some help along the way so it was something.
Right now, Megumi was told by Gojo to check on him but he was not answering the text messages he sent a while ago. "I don't think so. I can try to call him and see if he can answer the phone instead. Or maybe something is effecting the signal."
"I guess that's possible but give it a shot." Yuji said. Megumi nods and goes to do that, seeing Kisho's number and hits speed dial and waits for him to find something.
"I'm sure they are fine you two..just call them and we will see their fine." Nobara said. Miko agrees hoping they were alright. She wanted to go with them but she was still on stand by to recover.
"S..same here..." she mutters seeing Megumi still waiting for Kisho to pick up.
#IC#silver roses#rp reply#the cursed treasure hunt#thesilverpeahenresidence#Curse Game Party#jujutsu kaisen au#yuji itadori#the cursed vessel/jujutsu sorcerer of the damned#megumi fushiguro#shadow jutusu sorcerer/chimera snake#nobara kugisaki#voodoo doll jututsu user/the cursed nail witch#gojo satoru#limitless cursed user/strongest jujutsu sorcerer#miko yotsuya#the girl that sees all/the bear badger exorcist#yuria niguredou#medium in training/cursed spirit gunner exorcist#chunibyo-x-sorcerer
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The way you draw movie Afton is so cute! Looking at him makes me wanna lay down on a couch or bed and kick my legs while giggling and twirling locks of hair.




Can’t help but make him a little bit silly
#ask reply#I feel like I haven’t 100% nailed down his look just yet#but I’m glad yall like him!!#he’s very fun to draw pff
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Wreck-it-tober prompt
Days 3 (King Candy) and 4! (Costume)
don't ask abt day 1 and 2......i forgor 😔
bonus sourbill in a costume! hes so cute i love him i want to eat him
prompts by the wir discord server :)
the display image sdgfdsdfgdfgf 😭
#wreck it ralph#king candy#wir#the turble#sour bill#wreck it tober#cunty man with nails lipstick and eyeshadow#jhsdfhsadhfasgdfgjdsfhasdfsdfasddf#just reply if link expired!!#haha I haven't really been talking in there.... heh..
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should we be worried about the ghost situation or is he just a silly little guy
you should be very worried actually! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
also: no one (so far) has guessed what it ACTUALLY is and i find that hilarious. some people have gotten super close though!!
#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#leap of faith catch me if you can#leap of faith#thank you for the ask!#chapter 14#trust that most of the time though i'll get an ask that hits the nail on the head#and i have to NOT reply because it'd be huge spoilers#but yeah in chapter 14 we will find out what is going on there :3
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Okay, so smutty idea… Arkhamverse! Jason with reader, who got their nails done and it’s that hot claws kind of look (partially inspired by me getting my nails done similarly yesterday). I just feel like Jay would melt by having her gently scratch her nails along his skin??
Eventually he’d melt. At first the sensation would be too similar to all of the times Joker would drag his fingers over Jason’s skin for him to find it anything but repulsive 😞 But once he becomes accustomed to your touch he can't get enough of that sensation, especially when those gentle scratches are combined with a back and shoulder massage, or while you're snuggled up beside him after sex, lazily tracing him until he blissfully drifts off to sleep 💖
⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)
Now he really gets off on you scratching his back to shreds with those claws of yours while he fucks you silly; while he slams his diamond cock in and out of your sopping cunt, the sounds of slick obscenely loud, his balls slapping against you as he stabs you to the hilt; while he's on top of you, your arms and legs wrapped tight around him like barbed wire, pulling him deeper deeper deeper fucking deeper inside your greedy little channel. You crushed beneath him, helpless, as he drives your body into the bed, you clawing up his back as if you're desperate to escape his cock ripping you apart. You bucking your hips beneath him to match his violent thrusts, as if you could throw him off of you, but he's got you at his mercy, and he's going to use you. He's going to leave you raw and aching, feeling his cock stabbing you with every step you take for days to come.
"Louder," he snarls as he yanks your head back by your hair, exposing the line of your throat to him.
"Oh God, oh fuck, baby, sir, you're so big. It hurts...it hurts... it hurts so fucking good," you obey, you beg, you keen, you wail as he grunts and growls, as he bends to bite at your neck, to savage your hard nipples with his teeth until you scream his name. "JASON, oh fuck, oh Jason fuck me fuck me harder sir. Deeper. Oh God baby, yes, yes, yes, YES." Until your dripping cunt clamps down hard on him, as he fucks you through orgasm after orgasm, you writhing beneath him, gripping the sheets, screaming yourself hoarse. Until his balls draw up and he explodes deep inside of you, your inner muscles spasming, gripping his cock as tight as a vise, milking him dry 💅🏻
#i need to get my nails done too 💅🏻#sands replies#smutty sands#jason todd#female reader#arkham knight#red hood#arkhamverse#jason todd x reader#arkham knight x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd smut#arkham knight smut#red hood smut#jason todd x you#arkham knight x you#red hood x you#jason todd headcanon
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the-drokainian
Everyone here should go for an acting career. Their ability to fake emotions and be as dramatic as physically possible would make them stars
the funniest thing is that Felix just IS that dramatic. theater-kid lookin’ ass. they’ve been wanting to verbally call Lila an insect for a while now tho
#replies#meanwhile alya spent like four hours the night prior copying the twins#trying to nail the begging face#ooc#and yeah maybe i went hard on the fuckin. Vibe Doilies or whatever you want to call them#but it was fun establishing how now that felix is getting used to the class#they have a firm elegance about them even when they're pissed off#AND YEAH I LIKE THIS FFRAME A LOT GNGH
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Who are your favourite students in 1-A and 1-B?
Shouta: "It should be just as difficult to pick favourite students as it is to pick a favourite cat." Hizashi: "Pickles, easy." Shouta: "..."
#erasermic#present mic#hizashi yamada#yamada hizashi#eraserhead#shouta aizawa#aizawa shouta#my hero academia#mha#boku no hero academia#bnha#replies#you can't tell me Hizashi doesn't do the girls' hair and nails#he's absolutely the girl dad#Shouta can deal with the idiots breaking their arms every week
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Yo whats pips nail routine its fabulous
So he just lets them be naturally filed while he's up to wolf activities
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Chef greg delivery just for you. it's a wonder I hadn't bearified him yet, he's my fave greg too 🔪
gays literally only want one thing (to be chopped up and eaten by a depressed man) and it's fucking disgusting
#kabukeo#something to bear in mind#other's art#limbus company#project moon#lcb gregor#r.b. sous chef gregor#namesake#i'm sorry for doing a haha funny joke reply i just like#i spent like ten minutes pacing around my house when i saw this in my inbox i'm not exaggerating#thank you for my life i love him so bad#do i need a gift art tag now i just like. i don't even know what to say#i haven't even made any actual proper posts yet i just made a silly blog i feel like i haven't done anything to earn this#to stop myself from blubbering i'm just going to respond to the tags on your rb#no problem for providing details again i think about this grown ass fucking man too god damn much but it's not a problem.#problems are only problems if you call them a problem. it's not a problem.#thank you for seeing the vision on rhino geg.#since kjh refuses to release him that just means that we can continue to acknowledge this as true and canon and there's nothing he can do#[ignore that he has a cameo in a card in game no he doesn't]#to me rosespanner is like. very much the type of guy that when you're crushing on him you try to talk to him#and then you get him to start talking about stuff he's interested in#and then before long you end up agreeing to watch something you don't care for in the slightest#solely for the purpose of having something in common to talk with him about#meanwhile he doesn't pick up on you trying to flirt with him like at all#anyway i could go on about how badly i need hex nail gregor for both bear reasons and thematic Actual reasons#but i'm pretty sure i'm about to hit the tag limit. so i'll just say thank you again for the cannibal i will treasure him forever and alway#it took me like thirty minutes to type this all out after i sat down to actually do it because i kept getting embarrassed lmao#offerings to beargregor#< gift art tag#that's it. thank you for my life once again. keep fighting the good fight soldier. we'll get this to be common fanon one day. trust.
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TRICKY TREET!!!!!!!
THIS IS NOT A THREAT THEY’RE JUST PROPS!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE WONFERFUL THANK U
UR TRICKY TREET: maedhros&maglor with the twins but like that one meme !
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dnp in this omegaverse fic announcing theyre having a baby and the comments 💀💀💀

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is there anything a beginner should know about having a cat? i was never allowed any pets growing up and wanted to get one once i'd moved out (but i'm also a little terrified of just how small kittens are compared to humans)
i am most definitely not the one to ask bc ive had him less than a year and i know for a fact he is more baby than most cats are.
i personally just binge watched cat rearing videos for a few weeks but once u get one ur gonna realize that every cat is kinda different but they all bite and scratch u no matter what and u just have to
#💀 this ask and reply is so old#sorry#at one point i was tossing them into queue#but had it paused#and u can tell how old this is bc ive had him for a year now oopsies#over a year actually#he dont actually bite me like#its more a AY AY AY STOP THAT#when i get cute aggression with him and go: OOOOUGGGGH BABAY UR SO FLUFFY UR SO GRRRRR#and like jiggle his torso???#or when he really wanna play and im distracted he will bite my toes#and each time im like hello i thought we were Past This#idk why i said he scratch tho….like when i first got him he scratched me a lot 😰😰😰#but i think that wasnt his fault#he had long nails#so even if he was trying to just get my attention itd tear
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#this speaks for itself…#3am at a wendys eating a frosty debriefing about life#THAT REPLY TO THE TWEET MADE ME WANT TO FLING MYSELF OFF A BRIDGE INTO A PIT OF NAILS#AHHH#some nolpat pain for today#nolpat#nolan patrick#Npatrick19#philidelphia flyers#las vegas knights#np19#my post
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Joong baby tee!!!
#knew he's gonna nail this 100%#the wink and smile at the end#he's seducing us (me)#and of course he succeeded#dunk it's your turn now#joong gave you an example including the 4 clips in his reply yesterday#joong archen#twitter: chen rcj
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Yaaay writing requests ^^. Do you think we could get the old mondstadt gang (everyone lives) reacting to venti after ascending do godhood? 👀. I think it'd be interesting >.<
As beings of Anemo, there is little reason for wind wisps to partake in the act of breathing. Why would they, those made of that same air as the one whirling around them, need to? This remains true for Venti, even after they had taken a form alike to Cecil’s own.
If. If only Venti did not take a liking to breathing, pretending—for a moment—that they have lungs to use, the subtle up and down of their chest, at first a conscious choice that you could see being made, moving towards one they do without thought. Something human. Something mortal. It makes them happy, to be able to mimic such abilities, such mundanity.
This is, to say, that he is impressed they have learned how to do it whilst they sleep (their wings twitching intermittently); as he feels the occasional soft breaths (he counts—a full minute of complete stillness, followed by a shuttering, jagged exhale, repeat) being blown across the hand that they rest beside, having used his left arm and waist as a pillow during the night.
He does not mind, not at all. Had sat up to place his right hand atop their head once he was not blinking sleep from his eyes, playing with the strands.
Briefly, he entertains the thought of humming them a lullaby, or perhaps, a tune to celebrate this moment, that they are all here, together, still. He dismisses it the moment he begins to toss the idea around, knowing that those same people included in that “they are all here, together, still” in the room with him (Amos, in her own makeshift bed beside him—Cecil “borrowed” the one he is using, truth be told, he should be in the room one down—with Valentina besides her sat in a chair, and Felix standing at the entrance) would kick a fit if he even dared to strain his voice further (orders from the healers.) How elated he had been when they told him he could still talk, simply had to be quiet, low.
“…how asleep, are they?”
Aha, speaking of his dear companions.
Cecil inclines his head towards Felix, though his eyes never stray from Venti. “I do not believe they will be waking up, for a long while.” (Thank the winds for that, they deserve it—he had heard that whilst he and Amos’ injuries were being attended to, the rest of them had been running themselves particularly ragged dealing with the everything.)
He hears Felix sigh heavily in response, and the shifting of fabric. Shoulders, presumably, fell? He brings his eyes up to scrutinize—the man looks one awful sway away from collapsing.
“Good, that means we can have this discussion in peace.”
That … particular phrasing does not inspire a good feeling. He forces himself not to show outward unease at the words, instead, curling the hand in Venti’s hair to touch at their forehead, and lightly gripping what he can of the sheets with the other.
“Are you sure we should be having any discussion? Both you and Valentina should get rest, too—you look a dead man walking, Felix.”
And—there, Felix’s relaxed shoulders seem to tense, his jaw clamping and working in a gritted motion subtly. Cecil is waved off, both in tone and by the fluttering of his hand, “I will rest easier after this.”
He chances a glance over, to where Valentina has scooted to the very edge of her seat, clutching at her knees in a white-knuckled grip, with furrowed brows. Amos, meanwhile, is propped against pillows, slightly slouching, her bangs and unbraided strands casting a shadow over her eyes, as she burns her gaze into Felix.
The first to speak of them is Valentina, leaning forwards: “Which discussion have we not already taken care of?”
Felix does not look away from Venti, but a grimace overtakes his face, angling his head in a way to hide himself behind both his hair and the large fur of his cape. He seems rather… uncomfortable, now—his crossed arms pulling further into his chest, one hand flexing. It continues to stay this way, even when gesturing to where Cecil’s wisp cuddles against him, and speaking the words, “What do we do about them?”
Her eyes harden, back straightening in an instant. “What is it that you mean.”
(Cecil is quick, to check on Amos. Her bangs have now completely covered her eyes, and he cannot truly gauge a reaction. He worries the sheets between his fingers.)
That discomfort shines, in the floundering of Felix’s limbs—his arms flinging outwards, his hand waving about as he grasps for words. “The whole point of this was that we did not want a God to rule over us, the way they had! And then, whatever it is of that…. those heavens, has decided we were wrong in that thinking, that they sent us another God to deal with, not a moment’s peace from the previous? Are we to never escape from the divine?”
Valentina stands, her mouth twisted into a tight-lipped frown, both her fists raised to her sides and clenching. She is stopped from going farther by Amos raising an arm in front of her.
A brief spark of irritation whisks throughout Cecil’s chest, and he wishes Felix had chosen a better moment to do this—Amos, as well, is not supposed to talk above a quiet voice, or for long periods of time. “I fear we would have encountered divinity whether we wanted to or not—tell me, why is it that many had told us of a frozen land, yet when the storm vanished, the snow was fading?” Her arm shakes imperceptibly, “Had it not been for … what decision it was, that transpired before we succeeded, we would have come to face the God responsible for declaring the war.”
(That is, to say nothing of their neighboring nation and Boreas’ wolves….)
She turns, and, he notes, that for the first time since Venti’s presence had made itself known (when they had near silently glided into the room, the door creaking shut just so, with Anemo slowly dissipating from their form, and playfully tousled Cecil’s bangs in a light breeze) Amos looks directly at the God, who has huddled closer—they seem to be trying to lay themselves over all of him—whilst the conversation had gone on.
Her eyes seem to soften, staring a few seconds longer, then dropping her attention to the end of the bed. She turns away, her arm falling to her lap, hands lacing together and nails gently clinking against each other.
“Perhaps we should count ourselves fortunate, that of all beings to ascend, it was the Elf.”
Felix scowls and presses his back against the wall, the sound of his cape sliding across it echoing, nearly drowning out the even quieter grumblings of his, “Fortunate is not the word I would use.”
How terrible for him, that for as far as he is from Cecil, his words still ring clear—words that cause that spark of irritation to flare into a burst of small flames, flames that have to be forcefully smothered out. Over the little time that the bard has not been able to walk the grassy lands, has he forgotten? Nothing, not a single noise, escapes from those who always listen, who keep their ears pinned to the striking chords of the winds.
His eyes narrow, bordering on a glare. And this is not quite shaping to be a “discussion”; would it be a proper one, they would actually be going somewhere, and not talking in practically circles.
“Why unfortunate?” Felix’s head snaps to him, and Cecil (pushes the flames) risks skimming his hand to where Venti’s right ear is, holding his palm there (a useless gesture, really, yet he does it anyhow). “You would not start anything if there was no value to be had of it—so, please, what is it you wish to truly say?”
The man opens his mouth, pauses. Cecil continues to stare, lowering his chin, his brows drawing together, upward, and the edges of his mouth threatening to fall.
Boots scuff against the floor, when Felix titters side to side, considering. A breath rushes out of him, harsh. Then, as if it were a leaf fallen onto still waters and sending ripples across the surface, he utters: “If they turn against us—what are we to do?”
Try as he might not to (flames slipping between the gaps of his fingers), Cecil lurches forward, and halts himself rather awkwardly halfway through it hearing Venti make an indescribable noise. He looks to them, seeing them curl inward, their brows knitted, wings dazedly moving to shield their body. A wince pulls at him, as he adjusts back to where he was (almost to, he should say—positioning himself to hide them from Felix’s view, his torso bent over them), and the hand covering their ear runs to their hair, massaging; they start to relax from it, wings spreading, and nestling their face into his waist.
(A splendid sight, yet… a bitter feeling forms, coating his mouth.)
Scratching at where two strands—resembling the ones they had as a wisp—sprout, he presses, a hiss to it, “Turn against us..?”
He holds his hands in the air, by his chest. “I know. I know, I have seen them.”
If the emotion of “incredulous” could be humanized, Cecil would be the perfect role, right then. Has he? Has he??
Admittedly, for most of the time he has been awake, he can count on one hand and two extra fingers how much he was fully lucid during it. When the pain constricting in his chest was not clouding his vision, when there was no fog laid over his mind, his surroundings dizzy, his limbs feeling inexplicably heavy. Shoving this all aside, however—during those lucid moments, and finding Venti waiting for him, their entire demeanor brightening at their locking of eyes; he noticed how terror and apprehension threaded through their being.
He does not think they have a capacity to harm—not for those they love, not for those they have a branch of trust to—by the fact that they cannot bring themself to hold his wrist in a firm grip without panicking of potentially “breaking him.”
(Or that they, wind now trapped in a bottle, a shell for them to be tied to, try next to everything to compact themselves to the size they once were. From curling into a ball on the wooden chair, from using their wings to hide themself away, from bowing and crumbling in the cradle of his palms.
How they are bigger and powerful, certainly, yet the world around them still remains so much more than they are.)
Felix slumps. “It would only be as a precaution. We should be prepared—”
There is a clanging of armor, signaling Valentina’s steps inching towards Felix. When she speaks, her voice is stern, tinged slightly by bafflement.
“No, you are aware, just as I, to what they are capable of! They are listening to the people, and doing what they can for them!” Her hand clenches, metal shuddering. “And even… they have been this way, they stopped at nothing to keep my clan safe, out in the frozen barrens. We should have seen a sign by now if they were to change, the winds are simple creatures. There is no reason for this precaution!”
“Are we to lay all our trust in what was? Their knowledge is more! They are not such a simple creature! They know intimately the hopes and dreams of mere humans—what that does. They have become privy to how far mortality can go, to how much a human can take before their life is snuffed from them, and now they have the ability to do something about it.”
He sweeps a hand, jerkily, to the two in bed, during the last words.
Cecil bristles. Their injuries are not to be used for matters like this. No one should have expected that death would not be nipping at their heels during the revolt, that they would not have to grab on to the world of living and dig. A retort readies on his lips, lips pulled back, only to—still.
(Oh. There is no air being blown across.
Oh.)
Valentina side-steps to the other side of Amos’ bed, hackles fully raised, a righteous glare upon her face. “You truly know nothing of the wind, then, if you believe they would willingly go back to those restraining—!”
“Enough.”
They both startle. Cape, whipping. Armor, clanking.
“Enough,” Amos repeats, the words sounding as though they were scraped from her throat. “The both of you… shall we have someone watch over, when you are outside here? You have swung knives.”
In unison, their shoulders hunch. She draws a soft breath, half-watching Valentina stride over to grab the canteen of water from the side table, offering it to her—while Felix seems to attempt to meld into his cape. She takes it into a tight grip, the tips of her fingers trembling, but does not bring it to her lips. Opting to swish the water inside, instead.
“A godhood is delicate,” taps at the canteen, the sound reverberating, “Especially one at … at the very beginning, of their divinity. A sign of change would not be in mortal lifetimes—it drips, one by one, slow.”
She turns to face them, once more. Trailing from where Venti’s wings flutter, the sleeves of their robe half splayed over the bed, to where Cecil is furled around them, a few pieces of hair strands falling over his eyes as he bows further at her stare. Eyes meet, hers, tinged in an old pain and weighted by exhaustion; his, bordering on guarded, cracked with pleading.
Underlying all of that is an understanding.
(You can never quite understand a God’s thinking, will only get to see the glimpses of what layers that sit just underneath the surface, a scratch of it, but love—
A God’s love, their eyes and arms locked around you, is something all encompassing.)
“We should continue to offer them the kindness they gave us.” Another tap, another tink. “Whatever path they follow down, whatever they choose to do, hundreds or thousands of years after this—at the least, they will remember having us by their side. Should they give an inkling, now, however—”
“All these what-ifs,” Cecil murmurs bitterly, withholding a sneer. “Could we, say, let them take their own steps first? They hardly have a proper footing!”
The puff of air that escapes her is almost amused. Her gaze drifts downwards, where the water of the canteen sloshes as it is tipped to her mouth. She sets it gently into her lap, after, a chorus of clinking coming from the repetitive thumping of her fingers.
“Of course.” She hands the canteen to Valentina, and the trembling of her limbs seems to have worsened. The blunt ends of her nails press into the palm of her hands, briefly, and she goes to pull the bed’s cover up to her chest, hiding her arms by tucking it over her fists. Then, “I have not seen you receive any medical care, these past days. Have you been shirking?”
Venti’s wings puff, a minute flinch going throughout their body. He pets at their hair, twirling it between the gaps of fingers—he had been checked on the day before his wisp had visited, and watched as they checked Amos’ health, too, quietly asking if the soreness had lessened, after the healer left, and her reply of rolling her shoulders and commenting that it does not feel like she is being crushed.
“Hee, I was hoping you would not catch that…” He nuzzles into their head. Backs a bit away, nary an inch or so, and brings his hand to their jaw, stroking his thumb along their cheeks. Venti tenses, brows scrunching. He continues, mock whispering, “Psst, Miss Amos revealed one of my secrets, can you believe…? Quite mean of her, hmpf! You would be my knight and defend my honor, would you not, Venti? My dearest?”
There is a pause, where he can see them debate with whether they should “awaken” or not. He waits, humming lowly—and is rewarded when two glittering green-blue teal jewels blink up at him.
“Knight..?”
“Yes! I shall gather you a shield, so that we can deflect her peddling—”
“My deepest apologies for not wishing your wounds to infect.”
Cecil leans to stick his tongue at her (she wrinkles her nose in jest), feeling more than seeing Venti sit taller, their hands moving to grasp at his wrist. A perturbed expression greets him when he turns back to them, searching him for anything critical. His heart squeezes, flips, squeezes.
He reaches out to brush his hand against a braid, tracing the poof part that is held together by a band. Hopes that the twinkling in his stare is enough to convey Do not worry, a “go along.” The ruffled feathers of their wings start to smooth out, fluttering about, as they squint at him—message received. “How many missed?”
“Only one session, I promise. My bandages… may need replacing, a little,” ducks his head, bonking against their forehead, and offers up a gentle, crooked smile. “Walk me back?”
They graze their own hand over his, holding it loosely. Nods, and lets go, standing from the chair, using their foot to push it away farther. Cecil shakes off his arm as he yanks the cover down to the end of the bed, throwing his legs over the side, the soles of his feet hitting the floor. Venti holds their hand out for him to take, pulling him up (though, he notes, they keep their fingers intertwined tightly with his.)
“You will be going?” Felix questions, uncrossing his arms.
“Mmm. I believe Amos has had enough of my shenanigans.” He waves his hand, stepping in front of Venti, having them still out of Felix’s view.
“… if you need any he—”
“Fret not, I have the most wonderful guiding wind!” He leans into Venti, as subtly he can, beaming. They are besides the man, now, and he tugs them closer to the doorway. “We should be on our way now, might be able to catch a healer along our journey.”
He waves to Amos and Valentina, receiving waves back (though, on Valentina’s part, seem slightly reluctant to see the both of them go.) They both skirt around the doorway and down the hall, where Cecil exhales, his shoulders sagging.
If they wish to still discuss such a topic, fine, if that is what will bring them ease in this environment. Everyone is on edge and wary, equally they are relieved and excited. He has seen how some shuffle around the new God, confused how to interact with the wisp. But if they wish to do it while the person they discuss is there, unaware, they are welcome to be his guest to explain to Venti why that topic involved which of the best ways to stab them in the back was—especially when there are more important issues that should be focused on! That warrior, in particular….
Urgh.
He squeezes Venti’s hand, placing his head upon their shoulder.
“My darling knight, I love you no matter what.”
…they squeeze his hand, ears flicking, and wings puffing once more.
#sorry for any typos posting this at 3am 🙏#anyways#amos is recovering from asphyxiation and being. slammed on the ground#nb from the arrows to chest#also double . sorry . i tried to convey their feelings for the matter but im not sure how well it got across#gunnhildr is blind trusting this. rhw is experiencing next levels of im back in the fucking building again. amos is …. processing still.#a god who she knew before they became ……#nb just wants !! to be their for his friend before ANYTHING else#nb voice can we talk about the grief i think we should talk about the grief. can we talk about the grief#rhw …. i think. is just. majorly uncomfortable with this all#not to mention. whatever issues he may have with the whole form taking !! still#they are just all. going through it still#TRIPLE sorry actually for taking this prompt and running off with what if they had a plan for killing ven#“i love you no matter what.” (whispers) this is a surprise tool thatll help us later#not pictured. bc i wasn’t sure how to go abt it. ven supports rhw decision. nb does not like that !#they dont wanna slip up …. they dont want to be a tyrant.#lantern replies#mutuals !#lantern’s writing corner#genshin impact#old mondstadt#sm of this. was indeed inspired by the old mond convos !!! :]#OH FUCK ABD MOST IMPORTANTLY#why is nb in amos room -> he fought tooth and nail to be there for her after being told she made it out too#oh. and#gunnhildr and rhw were mortified seeing ven awaken#ANYWAYS THANK YOUUU 🤍
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