#u asked for it girl. u got it

[musesofthesun]

⏰ for yui, about haru :3c

SEND A ⏰ TO SEE INTO ONE OF MY MUSES' MEMORIES. = always accepting!

yui hasn't seen haru often at school today, which is weird. haru usually sticks by her at every opportunity, and yui does likewise. once the end of the last class rolls around, yui waits by the entrance. the line of kids disperses, and it's a few moments before haru trails out. yui visibly brightens, hopping over with a skip in her step.

"ruru! i haven't really seen you all day, what gives?"

haru pauses as if considering something, then responds. "i can tell you over shaved ice?"

yui is curious, but doesn't argue with that. she happily grabs haru's hands, then leads her downtown. she talks about things on the way: how kuro and chaco are doing, what gossip she's heard around school, how many bees she's seen, and the like. haru usually doesn't say much as they walk, but she usually says at least something. yet... she hasn't so far.

it's not long before they've reached the storefront and have gotten some prized summer treats. yui sits on the bench, and haru climbs next to her. yui swings her feet back and forth as she digs into her dessert. her gaze flickers over to haru. haru's simply prodding at her shaved ice. yui puffs up her cheek.

"okay, what gives?" yui huffs, "you're being more of a boxturtle than normal."

haru takes a deep breath. yui frowns.

"yui, um... i won't be here after this summer." haru gingerly says.

"where are you going? are you going on vacation?" yui immediately prods, bright-eyed and curious. "is it to a ski resort?"

haru smiles weakly, shaking her head. "no, uh... for good. my family wants to move out of town."

yui blinks. "like... to a prefecture over?"

"try... another country. across the world."

oh. the air suddenly feels a bit cold. yui's chest tightens, but she still smiles. even if it wavers a bit. she forces cheer into her voice. "that sounds super cool! i bet you'll find all sorts of neat stuff."

"yui..." haru's face scrunches up weirdly. it's the patented expression of "be real with me right now or else".

yui can't do that, though. she can't just stare in gaping shock for fifteen minutes and then burst out in tears. that's stupid. it would ruin everything. so, yui exhales through her nose and lowers her tone.

"i mean it. i'm gonna miss you a bunch, but you should look forward to all the cool adventures you're gonna have."

haru still looks dubious.

"i'll write you every day!" yui prompts with a grin, "and you better write back! or i'll get sad. i... ruru?"

haru's lip is quivering. before yui knows it, haru's wrapping her arms around herself and hiccuping. yui moves closer and haru starts to sob.

"i... 'm going to miss your smile..." haru wobbily states, "i'm going to miss you. i'm going to miss you a lot..."

it makes yui want to break down crying too. instead, yui does her best to wrap her arms around haru, tucking her head between haru's head and shoulder. she lets haru cry softly and mutter for a few minutes before talking again.

"hey, i just said i'd write you every day. i promise i will," yui hums, "plus, it's not like summer's over. it's hardly just starting!" she pulls back, holding haru's hands in her own. yui's eyes curve to match her smile. she's getting a hint teary as she puts on her best show of encouragement. haru needs reassurance right now. "we'll just have to make it the best summer ever, mhm?"

haru slowly nods. her bright blue eyes are watery, but she has that scrutinizing look as if she's trying to pick apart yui's reaction. yui doesn't really pay attention to that. haru can think what she wants as long as the focus stays on her. yui... will unpack everything later.

"we can go to all the festivals this year. we can see all the fireworks, we can head to the sunflower festivals, we could even sneak into the grape one."

haru snorts. "we'd be noticed right away. plus, dad would be so mad if he found out we sipped even a little bit of wine."

yui moves her hands, pressing her palms against the benchwood as she stares with a joking intensity. "the challenge would be part of the fun!"

haru laughs. yui's heart swells. that's what she wants. she wants to make haru smile. her smile is everything. yui won't survive without it.

"minus the wine festival, all of that does sound fun... and we can play together every day, too." haru sniffs, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "it'll be the best summer ever."

"yeah!" yui grins, pulling her shaved ice back up again. "it'll be awesome. now, you gonna eat that or do i have to?"

"noooo, i'll eat it," haru giggles, picking up her own cup and flicking at yui's nose with her free hand. "you'd freeze your brain with how fast you eat."

"nuh uh." "yuh uh." "nuh uh." "yuh uh. you would."

"not a chance." yui sticks out her tongue. haru makes a face at her, and they both laugh. yui feels something twists in her chest. she wants to hear haru's laugh every day. she wants to see her every day. she doesn't want haru to go. ... don't be ungrateful. haru's here right now, yui's here right now. she can deal with everything when it comes. in this moment, she's going to enjoy the company of someone she would do anything for.

[obsob]

oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!

[hor3nee]

cw: nsf/w shitposting

Leon gets whatever the fuck is the opposite of post-nut-clarity as in pre-nut-happy.

As in he starts laughing and twirling his hair at you when he's horny and hard. As in skipping through the house and batting his lashes when he's in the mood. As in getting on his knees and kissing your hand and foot before he stuffs his face into your cunt and laps at it with a stupid smile shoved against your pussy.

[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."

[thelolarahaii]

BRIDGERTON 3.01 | "Out of the Shadows"

[orionis13]

THE PRODIGAL ASHE RETURNS EVERYONE CHEERED‼️‼️‼️

[pcktknife]

what do you think of the pearlina vs shivrye song nintendo just dropped

it coheres 👍🏾

it would kill them to not be touching each other in someway. sickening

[a-ikuoliver]

which of your f/o’s is fucking you until the bed breaks when your boyfriend suggests opening the relationship?

[waterlilyvioletfog]

Okay but the craziest part of S3 is that Cressida keeps going “!!! I need help please help me!!” And instead of going “yes, what else are friends for?” Eloise goes “shhhhh kitten not rn my ex and I are arguing” “OKAY. WELL THEN IN THE ABSENCE OF A BETTER PLAN IM COMMITTING IDENTITY THEFT!” “Holy shit I always knew you were a crazy bitch I hope u rot 4 realllll 🙄” ELOISE. ELOISE YOU COULD’VE STOPPED THISSSSSS

[teleostuber]

I love how you draw Jessica sm

Thx :D she

[stealingpotatoes]

I swear, Cal and Merrin are one of the few sane enough couples in Star Wars

AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[the-somwthing]

Stupid poll I know but it’s just for fun.

Since I’ve seen transfem headcanons for all of them at least once:

Not Limited Life specific but if it helps you think then sure. But I just mean their characters in general. Not the actual CCs but if that helps you think????

Also NO “none” or “multiple/all”. That’s why I said if you HAD to pick ONE. Only one. And you have to. (Not really you can just scroll away)

[supermaks]

not to get full parasocial in your inbox but it was so upsetting to me that in the first slip up max had in like 2.5 years!!! journos all over the world were ready to pile up on him like this? and some stuff that came out was really low, claiming he was "always like this", that "he never changed", even that one that argued that his father failed on raising max to be better than him, like? for how long they were holding on all this vitriol? this sucks so much

Baby .. walk wid me for a second.

This Max Verstappen we speak of. This is not some third rate meathead behind the wheel who found himself in a battle for the win and fumbled. Max has paid his dues. Hes done things in this sport that were seen as unthinkable. His fight wid Lando was aggressive, and on the limit, but first and foremost, it was racing. Theres only so much pundits can say until it becomes clear they are trying to punish a driver for racing because of who that driver is, not necessarily because of what happened in the race. I can assure u, and I'll hold ur hand when I say this, that 99% of the actual community knows Max did nothing but his job, the best way he knew how, and it wud be antithetical to the very heart of motorsport to try and punish him for hustling for position like he did. Max is respected for how he races. He's not tolerated, hes not indulged, he's respected. Drivers want to fight him, they want the challenge. Nobody will give them a harder time than Max in the car and thats something that awakes a part of their DNA as racers that shud be long asleep. He's a very well regarded technical driver, exactly because of of how he operates within the limits. I wish to God nobody had ever taught those bitches the words 'moving under braking' because I dont think even Ant Davidson knows what that means anymore and how its predicted in the sporting regulations. I can also tell u regardless of how upset Landito got, he knows exactly what it means to have gone toe to toe wid Max like that, he loved every second of it and he prolly wants to do it again. So I get it, the media climate has been frustrating, but honestly its such weak sauce and clearly personal that I cant even feel too bothered by it. At the end of the day , what is this even about? Its about Max going racing. Big bro went racing again. If anything I feel fortunate that he always will.

[peppermintmochafem]

Hey how’d your date go? What’d you end up wearing?

-🧎

aww thank you for asking!!

Here's the look <3

MEN DNI

[chemicalarospec]

you've heard of: aroacespec "is this person flirting with me" confusion, now get ready for: Does this person think I'm flirting with them (and also are they flirting "back" with me) because I accidentally bumped into them a lot?

[nyashykyunnie]

Okay but in a fr sense why the hell are my types so goddamn opposite of eachother? Blud it's either the cold and strict type or u cant trust that fae aa look and it makes me go🤺🤺🤺🤺 everytime I realize it

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE CONSISTENCY LORD??!!!?!!????? Dear god just give me my future husband alr like man or just outright tekl me if I'm gonna die single buddy I'm in a dillemma at how my types are just pkain polar opposites spare me pls