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birgittesilverbae · 2 years ago
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ok so. i know we're mostly just. glossing over why bea and lilith got divorced in the first place but. may i perhaps toss my hat into the ring as it were? perhaps it was a bit of a marriage of convenience? like they'd been friends forever and thought each other were hot and all, so why not date and then that went well and suddenly they were married and had a kid. and like. it was fine. but perhaps it wasn't really love anymore? like. they were still friends but there wasn't any desire to stay married, and (i believe the reason bea has primary custody hasn't been stated, but i've guessed that lilith travels for work based on literally nothing) so they just. got divorced. and now with ava in the equation being all very much in love with both of them they're seeing each other in a bit of a different light? and oh. Oh fuck why am i having feelings for my ex wife (sorry about this absolutely ridiculous ramble, it very much got away from me. feel free to ignore it lmao)
@random-french-girl and I went back and forth and ended up here:
tfw they're much better divorcees than they ever were wives, when they can be Extremely Capable under different roofs instead of under the same one
when Lilith isn't letting Bea down by putting work first and Bea isn't at Lilith's throat over the pettiest shit that has built itself up because she hasn't confronted it head on.
the two of them bringing the absolute WORST in each other. beatrice with all her Mentoring Instinct trying to tell lilith what to do and teach her how to do things and that always ends in the WORST fights... especially when it comes to Libby, "she's my daughter too, Bea, I know how to take care of her". lilith with her cutthroat ambition and need to prove herself The Best Most Valuable
but throw Ava in the mix and suddenly: Lilith has someone who literally could not give a shit about being the Best because Ava's self esteem has never been dependent on what other people think of her
and they're so careful to keep it out of their interactions with Libby directly but they can feel it starting to bleed through and they know they need to pull the ripcord before they damage Libby the way they're trying to hurt each other
this is when they decide to get a divorce - and why its amicable: when they both realise the situation is hurting their daughter, and they won't ever allow that
and it would be SO hard to be separate at first, because they have been in each other's lives/ each other's ONLY confidant for so long BUT. they're also soooo much... happier? freer? lighter? that they know it's the right thing to do, but it still continues to feel a bit out of balance until ava silva enters the ring
and then the casual touches with ava become casual touches with each other again and there are heated late night convos because whatever they do it has to last, they can't keep switching on and off when Libby's gonna be affected by whatever happens.
like it's all fun and games when it just involves the two of them trying to out-top ava (neither of them wins, btw. i guess ava is the winner in this scenario) but when it slowly sinks in that this affects their relationship and their child and they need to figure it out??
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lovesickeros · 1 year ago
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☆ 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."
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#fic tag#neuvillette#focalors#furina#dont ask what happened here idk#this was. also supposed 2 be neuvi focused and then i.#dont talk 2 me abt focalors i wont ever shut up#got a 300k word essay on hand abt how i feel abt her character/how i interpret her personality and her story#focalors jsut like me fr fr (cries at the slightest inconvenience or the slightest mean comment)#shes so pathetic girlfail im gonna chew on her#what happens when reader gets stuck with two emotionally repressed french bastards?? hell#neuvi is the “emotionless” flavor of emotionally repressed in that hes HORRIBLE at showing emotions at all#ask him to smile and its incredibly unnerving and theres too many teeth but hes trying his best please call him pretty or he will cry :(#furina is the flavor of emotionally repressed where she makes it up by having Too Many emotions#using theatrics and masks to show everyone what they want to see but inside this girl is a MESS#constant anxiety and panic 24/7#will do random shit and look at you and if u dont compliment her she will think u hate her and cry#compliment her and she'll do even stupider shit to try and impress you more#i love my scrunkly little babies they r so stupid and mentally ill someone get these bitches some THERAPY#i want 2 put them under a microscope#watch this be ooc fr furina when more of her lore drops if shes not girlfail im leaving#anyway see u in a week im going on a trip ill get back 2 u in 6-7 business days
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You know how in Investigations, Kay's nickname for Gumshoe is "Gummy"?
I need you all to see what she calls him in the French localisation
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commuovere · 3 months ago
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écout chérie.
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awaitinganorphanera · 1 month ago
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Koby as a freelance artist (painter) trying to make ends meet, following and taking in random jobs offered by posters and such
Helmeppo as the same spoiled nepobaby he is, but always looking for new painters and artists to make portraits of him (often nude), because the portraits often made for him never looks good enough to him
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gotpanicroom · 2 years ago
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i need to need, to need you
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jpgcore · 1 month ago
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🎧ྀི ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა 𓂃 ࣪ ✽ ˒
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saintdollas · 7 days ago
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like or reblog if you save, please
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the-golden-vanity · 1 month ago
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The thing about watching Hornblower is that it’s from the '90s. This can apply to a lot of things about it, from the cheesy explosion special effects to the candy-apple-red fake blood, but right now it's about a moment that left me feeling some truly indescribable emotions.
(I'm trying to talk about a moment that came out of nowhere for me without giving away any spoilers, so I'm sorry for the intentional vagueness, but if you haven't seen the show yet, you will thank me later.)
I just watched two of the characters in this show have a Big Damn Moment. The music was dramatic, the actors were beautiful, the time would never come again—and while the part of me that has seen more recent boat media was going, "oh my god, are they gonna kiss?" the part of me that is A Queer Millennial knew that a show from the '90s would never let that happen. Alas, compulsory heterosexuality strikes even in the historico-fictional Royal Navy. 😔
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colorspoem · 1 year ago
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୭̥ ★⃝ဣ 💢🪐 𝗻eິ𝗐 ഩ�𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗈𝖺𝗋𝚍 ! 𓂂★・ 🌀🦕🍋⏝︶ 人 👮🏻‍♀️◞ 𝙻𝕚ꠋᰱ𝗸𝗲 ✼𝗋 𝕽𑂓ʙʟᴏ𝕘 ୧⊹ ਏਓ ⊹₊ ꕤᩚ⃗ 💤 饅  𝆺𝅥🥬🏈 。˚ノ
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praisethelorde · 7 months ago
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Okay but nuns ATE with the title 'Mother Superior'.
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meirimerens · 9 months ago
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bruh the creep i had to romantically reject three times (four if you count her "lovesick ramblings" [direct quote]) in the span of not even a year and who called me a "jerk" and "insecure" for not wanting to long-distance e-date her unwarranted-evadaniil-porn-sending ass followed me after a year of no contact on the instagram i don't update, haven't posted on in a year, don't share any followers/following with her on, & that i only mentioned on this blog Once over 2 years ago. on Valentine's Day Eve out of all days. what in the maidenless behavior is this.
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mini-detective-conan · 9 months ago
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I'll say this once, and I'll say it again.
Shinichi. Kudo. Is. Not. Kaitou. KID's. HUSBANDO! HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND, WHO COULD PROBABLY KILL GOD IF SHE WANTED TO! IF I SEE ANOTHER KAISHIN POST, I AM GOING TO COMMIT MURDER! AND I AM A HOMICIDE DETECTIVE!
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modelsgf · 1 year ago
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lily-rose depp icons.
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angelestuff · 7 months ago
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thatstolenpayal · 8 months ago
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am i the only one who used to slide my fingernails over soap to make it look like french manicure?
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