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[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."

[ohgreat-moretapes]

Tim I noticed a lot of indigenous patches on your jacket, are you Native?

Idk what my dad was 'cause I never knew him, but yeah my mom is (or... Was.. I guess..) Muscogee, the tribe native to the part of Alabama I'm in.

If I remember correctly she came to Alabama from Oklahoma (where a lot of Natives were displaced to in the 1800s) to "get back to her roots."

But yknow, I was separated from her in childhood (which tbh is upsettingly common for Native families) and I was raised in a very white very Catholic asylum so I'm not as connected to the culture as I'd like to be.

-Tim

[thepersonperson]

I can’t believe we got an infodump on simple domains AGAIN over a Sukuna backstory.

More complaining under the cut.

Usually I am one to give Gege the benefit of the doubt and will read heavily into what little information we are given. But I can't defend this chapter themes or character wise.

Even if this turns out to be a fakeout, going in painstaking detail over a show-not-tell battle in a way that lacks characterization and heartfelt emotion sucks to read. Even if the new shadow style and simple domain debacle goes somewhere, having it the main focus after an extremely traumatic battle instead of characters processing their emotions sucks to read. Even if Gojo is alive and that's why they're this chipper, everyone ignoring his sacrifice and efforts along with Choso's sucks to read.

I'm happy Yuta and Higuruma are alive but why was their revival off-screened? Yuta was so defensive over Gojo and everyone treating him like an object just 8 chapters ago. What happened to that? Why is everyone treating this battle like it was no big deal? (Also why the fudge did Kusakabe tell Yuji, a 15 year old, to his face he should've been killed while disparaging Gojo for protecting the life of a child???)

After the Shibuya Incident, there was a whole segment dedicated to how this affected the average person. The Culling Games ended and there are still bloodthirsty freaks running around. What happened to them? Is Angel hunting them down and that's why Hana is missing? Infodumping on anything except the battle would've been better.

I doubt we'll get any more info on Sukuna, Kenjaku, and Tengen at this point. We'll be lucky if there's a funeral for even Geto's body. Shoko was absent this entire chapter which makes me thing she's still trying to save Gojo or she's preparing their bodies for a funeral.

Anyways. This is the worst JJK chapter for me hands down. My hopes for the final 2 are mostly dashed. Crunch and poor working conditions really do ruin art my goodness.

[misteria247]

Do you have a favorite loopzoop fic?

*shoves things off a nearby table* Omg I've got several!

There's Second Hand Vanity by WaltherP420 as well as their mean Luzeni series in general! Here's the links:

There's also Knave of Diamonds and Thoughts May Dim by themoomin links here:

And there's literally all the fics by TabbieWolf! They also have a Tumblr as well! @tabbiewolfreblogs Links to their ao3 page:

But by far one of my favorite authors of Luzeni is KazimaKuwabara!! All of it is just *chef's kiss*. I'm literally obsessed with everything that's put out! And here's the Tumblr! @kazimakuwabara as well as links to their ao3:

There's several others too but these are my major favorites!

[redrobinfr]

so when giraffes only sleep for like, 30 mins a day, it's fine, but when i sleep for ~30 mins a day, it's "a problem" and i "can't just drink more coffee and say everything is normal"?

[skyheld]

ngl i didn't realize ansur's quest was really wyll's main quest and not more of a side quest until i actually finished it and now i feel bad for hijacking it

[grimulf-of-the-wilderness]

Character HeadCanon Generator

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TADAAAA here Grims results with deets:

Grimulf uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

❌ No stinky, lazy hilichurl here. His humanity is still semi-intact therefore he realises the importance of hygiene. Keeping diseases, ailments and certain health conditions away. From a social standpoint, if he's trekking into town to do trades, no one's going to want to, if they can smell him a mile away, so there is a social need to be clean. He is particularly meticulous when it comes to the 'do'. HIs wild hair and mane are maintained. He uses a pine tar soap, shampoo and conditioner. Grimulf smells like a campfire. Pine accepted a light burning wood scent, a pleasant earthy aroma.

Grimulf can hug you if deserved.

✅He is super affectionate and harbors empathy for many beings. If your muse is having a bad day, needs a cuddle or a dash of comfort, he is your first hilichurlian responder. Grimulf is highly affectionate towards beings he cares about. He is very nurturing, in a fatherly way however most would pass on a hug from a hilichurl in Teyvat.

If Grimulf likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock.

✅Accurate. He enjoys lurking in Teyvats caves, tunnels and hidden realms that most have forgotten about. As for rocks, he's got a magpie eye. Anything shiny catches his eye, a color or even curious shape will trip his curiosity. Could be worthless to many but amuses him so. He can be a bit of a hoarder, but it's organised collecting to him. And if he LIKES someone, it's not just rocks. Tokens of affection are shared generously by this hilichurl, just ask that beautifully handsome one who got a rose a while back. Heh.

Grimulf needs a nightlight to sleep.

❌ He prefers the night. Content to move about within the shadows when ever reconnaissance is needed. It's easier to sneak into a town at night and dark alleyways become the hub for quick and easy trades. He favors the night, there is no fear there. He is borderline nocturnal, prefering to nap during the day and tends to be more active late afternoon, evening.

Grimulf wears Hello Kitty socks.

✅ He would IF it made your muse laugh. If your muse made them or bought them for him, he'd sport them but they better be toeless because he has claws. He actually wears a type of leather leg warmer/ shin guard armor on the daily but like on a day off, lounging around being lazy. Yeah, he would just to see you smile and or crack up.

I hereby Solemnly Tag: @amireallythelast @pleasenosmashme @rcseadorned @glacialswordsman {For Capi} @vahrutasgrace

AND Anyone who'd like to do this!

[iniziare]

A little reminder for everyone: If I go quiet in Discord or DMs, please forgive me and also never hesitate to nudge me. There are moments I'll be continuously responding, and then I will go radio silent out of nowhere, it is not disinterest. I simply am still not living in my own space (yay, housing market!), and so I'm subject to disappearance acts (either due to work as its remote, or family requests for help or my time), and sometimes I also will have a sudden urge to write meta or trying to get to a reply when there's work downtime, instead of focusing on DMs, as I also desperately miss focusing on my muses. On top of that, there's also additional life things that will just affect my attention and mood at random. So I promise, I will get back to my regular programming, I crave to do so, but I'm currently just functioning in a way where I can deal with everything. So if my attention wavers, please know it's not you, it's me, and since I have abysmal memory, I also will forget to return to DMs, so please poke me and don't feel bad about doing so, it's not a bother.

I know I likely don't need to make a post like this, but I want to. I always preach that communication is important, so I want to live up to that. This isn't as a 'woe is me' kind of thing either, it's literally just informative. I'm okay, I'm doing fine, I just am, well, /points up.

[sailingtheimaginarysea]

I must eep soon, because I've been meaning to try and fix my fucked-up sleep schedule, but I'll plug my Discord down below for anyone who wants to add me. Just tell me who you are if you do, okay?

[gori--demora--skellydemora]

((I MADE COOKIES!!!!! With my family.))

[araneitela]

Sometimes I forget that I'm almost only 35, because I'm mentally so tired, I feel like I'm 72.

[misteria247]

*Taps the table top*

So this has probably already been thought of before, but I wanted to throw these little Welcome Home aus out there. Just to throw them ya know? Cuz why not?

The Swan Lake, or The Princess and the Popper.

Like I'm talking the magical versions of them like Barbie's kinda vibe.

[ofsugarsandsilks]

On a scale of one to ten, Kyoko will rate your muses face on how punachable it is.

[valewritessss]

Finally deleted MyFitnessPal off my phone for my own personal sanity

[twrchives]

What Is The White Rooms (TWR)?

The White Rooms was an exclusive event hosted by XxDawnCryxX

The players had only moments to join back on November 20th of 2022. Since then, the joining process has been closed unless further players invited by the contestants themselves decide they would try their hand at it.

-TWR has since been adapted into a comic, a collaborative story made by so many eager hearts.

TWR has been Created by XxDawnCryxX (On DeviantArt), or @dawncry on Tumblr.

TWR has been Played, Assisted, Loved, and Kept Going by @elegysonnet, @hornettacobee, @billy-m00n, @partyratspartyart, @inkthecat, and @sundrizzle

These are some of the contestants you will see active on this account <3

Elegy ~ Snaggle, Giver Hornet ~ Donovan, Keeper Moon ~ Moon, Fighter Party ~ Gem, Lucky One Ink ~ Equinox, Cook Sunny ~ Solaris, Dove

The White Rooms has been a passion project amongst myself and all of these wonderful people. While I, Dawn, will be the most active, make sure to spread some love to our amazing cast and support them on their socials <3

We plan to share the spirit of TWR, and make friends through a shared love of our favorite angsty furry death trap. Feel free to ask questions, and we love them! We will answer every one we come by, so make sure to send in plenty :D

We have very few rules when it comes to TWR, but take a moment to read them, please. :D

Don't ship things that'll make it weird, please. Shipping is fine if it's outside of TWR, but if we say characters are related, just take it for face value.

Do not harass the players for how their character acted. The character is just that, a character, the players are real people with thoughts and feelings that will most likely not align with their character(s).

Don't draw NSFW of the characters, a lot of them are minors.

Remember that this is a comic series made by minors, so don't be weird with the questions. We are kids, and that will show through in our writing, we don't know much of the world, but we still want to show a story that we made.

That is all, thank you for reading this block of text :D

Welcome To The White Rooms. We Hope You Enjoy Your Stay~

[habitual-creatures]

Huh? Oh! Yeah, Trinity. Like the character from The Matrix.

~Trinity🎈

Oh! Cool!. ...Is your mother a big fan of that?