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I’m back home from my trip and my anxiety about my cat hating me was completely unwarranted. She came to me the moment I called her and she’s been attached to me ever since.

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sick blue rock fire pit

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me when Anigomi posts a Boothill audio

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my folks all fell asleep super early in the hotel room so i got to sit down in peace (not quiet everyone sNORES) and write for a while

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I couldn’t buy him but I could appreciate him for a few minutes :((

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wip (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

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First time leaving my cat after adopting her for longer than a work shift and I already miss her

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It will never not baffle me when people think I’ve gone to the doctors to get prescribed medication when my bottle literally looks like this

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this wind where i live is ridiculOUS

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scenario: you’ve been missing for 24 hours. no calls, no texts, no warnings. when your f/o calls your best friend to see if they know where you are, your friend asks them to wait another 24 hours before calling the authorities.

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BuddyMeter Quiz

okay gang- go for it

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watched all of whats out of zenshu with my partner and like i can understand why luke is a heartthrob- tragic bishounen pretty boy blond yada yada- but like justice?

hello dragon sir how can i help you and please?

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Every morning my cat sits on my her reading bench and watches her birds that live in the tree outside the window

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of humans and soulmates [TEASER-2]

zhongli/f.reader

a/n: i had my partner pick a number between 1 and 22k and they pinned 15k so this is a small section from the 15k mark -not proofread, there be spelling errors/inconsistencies ahead-

teaser w.count - 800+ [current full w.count: 22k] genre: dragon emperor!zhongli, human servant!y/n, royal au, soulmate/dragon mate au, different kingdoms, angst, slow burn but also kinda not really?, hidden identities original teaser announcement, TEASER [1]

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“You need to accompany me to an audience with the king,” Morax instructs with an upturned brow to show his disinterest. A hand rubs across his forehead as if to try and soothe a headache that isn’t there yet. Xiao’s slight facial contortion is enough for the emperor to bitterly chuckle. “If the fool says anything to upset me, I trust only you to calm my temper.” Xiao’s face relaxes again. He understands and says nothing. 

Zhongli stands from the short sofa on which he’s been lounging in his temporary quarters. The robes he’s chosen to wear today differ from the white and bronze, hooded ensemble he had arrived in days prior. More comfortably, he’s changed into an earth-shaded set of clothing. Wide, comfortable bottoms that wrap around his waist with a thin sash and a different, sleeveless shirt that clung to his torso. All coupled with a floor length robe embroidered with golden thread like that of the sun. Truthfully, he would’ve liked to bypass the skintight shirt, but he did not want to risk exposing his own soulmark that could expose you if he were to wear a loose-fitting top publicly. For your sake and safety, the full-frontal coverage is non-negotiable. 

Slipping the flat, easily taken off, black shoes provided to him by human servants, Morax leave’s his chambers and makes way out of the castle keep. Stepping outside to meet with the human servant who greeted him on his first day- Roman he believes?- Morax misses the feeling of the earth beneath his bare feet. Curse these shoes. 

The trip to the meeting room is brief. Zhongli was taken to the throne room before being led behind the deep red curtains that line the space behind the overly gaudy thrones of the king, late queen, and crown princess. Beyond the fabric barrier is a small passage that is then connected to a door to the audience chamber only certain individuals are allowed in. The guards stationed there nearly stop Xiao from following his lord inside, but a harsh glare is all the smaller dragon needs to curb their plans. 

The chamber is quaint. Smaller than Zhongli’s temporary room, yet not small enough to be unpleasant. It’s decorated as gaudy as other rooms with wallpaper similar to the printed fabric of the lounging furniture. The room is carpeted as opposed to tiled and the king is not yet present. Zhongli sneers. 

The human man summons him to have a discussion, yet fails to show up on time? 

The emperor of dragons steps across the room and places himself on the single-cushioned chair to avoid any possibility of the king being overly familiar and sitting next to him should he have chosen the sofa. Leaning, his arm props up on the cushioned arm and curls so his fist supports under his jaw. His knees fall apart and his stature is that of luxurious laze. Yet still somehow it suited him. 

Xiao negates sitting entirely, moving to stand behind Zhongli’s right shoulder with his arms crossed across his chest. Zhongli’s face is impassive, but Xiao’s scowl portrays the irritation of waiting. 

It isn’t entirely too long before the door opens once more and the king and Roman step inside to join their guests. 

“My apologies,” the king, who’s name Zhongli doesn’t even remember learning, laments emptily. He moves across the room as though he was more familiar with it than his land and sets himself in the very sofa adjacent to the chair. “My daughter suddenly decided she was due for entertainment and made a small fuss that delayed me. Surely you can understand.” 

“I am not a father,” Morax snaps. Offering him nothing more to follow other than a dejected, embarrassing silence. The king clears his throat before Roman finally settles behind the back of the couch to almost mirror Xiao. Though, Roman does not cross his arms, but places his hands behind his back elegantly. 

Morax has an inkling on what this little discussion with the king would be about. He has lived several human generations and was no fool. He knows how to lead, to grow, to adapt and survive. His kingdom wasn’t built with peace. The whole reason the emperor came to the Kingdom of Aislefield was because of an unwritten diplomatic rule to maintain good standing relations. A brief exchange of presence to ensure that neither kingdom would attack or declare war on the other.

Any other time Morax would deem this a pointless waste of time. 

This time was different.

He was more inclined to put up with more for the sake of his soulmate. Having your constant presence always lingering in the back of his mind makes any task easier to grind through. Even irritating ones like this. 

“I was hoping you’d entertain the idea of meeting my daughter,” the king- who had reintroduced himself as Auisle Salkry- finally encroaches on the crux of the topic Morax suspected this was all about. Morax is aware the man continues to speak, but refuses to acknowledge the words. With a deep sigh and grumble, he rubs his fingers into his temple from the same lounging position he's sported since sitting down. Refusing to straighten up for the human ruler.  

Xiao glances down at the back of his lord's head briefly before resetting his gaze forward. He’s already begun thinking of various ways to calm him down should his temper flare.

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BuddyMeter Quiz

okay gang- go for it

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https://buddymeter.com/quiz.html?q=5Su0ZMK

;-; look i did my best

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of humans and soulmates [TEASER-2]

zhongli/f.reader

a/n: i had my partner pick a number between 1 and 22k and they pinned 15k so this is a small section from the 15k mark -not proofread, there be spelling errors/inconsistencies ahead-

teaser w.count - 800+ [current full w.count: 22k] genre: dragon emperor!zhongli, human servant!y/n, royal au, soulmate/dragon mate au, different kingdoms, angst, slow burn but also kinda not really?, hidden identities original teaser announcement, TEASER [1]

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“You need to accompany me to an audience with the king,” Morax instructs with an upturned brow to show his disinterest. A hand rubs across his forehead as if to try and soothe a headache that isn’t there yet. Xiao’s slight facial contortion is enough for the emperor to bitterly chuckle. “If the fool says anything to upset me, I trust only you to calm my temper.” Xiao’s face relaxes again. He understands and says nothing. 

Zhongli stands from the short sofa on which he’s been lounging in his temporary quarters. The robes he’s chosen to wear today differ from the white and bronze, hooded ensemble he had arrived in days prior. More comfortably, he’s changed into an earth-shaded set of clothing. Wide, comfortable bottoms that wrap around his waist with a thin sash and a different, sleeveless shirt that clung to his torso. All coupled with a floor length robe embroidered with golden thread like that of the sun. Truthfully, he would’ve liked to bypass the skintight shirt, but he did not want to risk exposing his own soulmark that could expose you if he were to wear a loose-fitting top publicly. For your sake and safety, the full-frontal coverage is non-negotiable. 

Slipping the flat, easily taken off, black shoes provided to him by human servants, Morax leave’s his chambers and makes way out of the castle keep. Stepping outside to meet with the human servant who greeted him on his first day- Roman he believes?- Morax misses the feeling of the earth beneath his bare feet. Curse these shoes. 

The trip to the meeting room is brief. Zhongli was taken to the throne room before being led behind the deep red curtains that line the space behind the overly gaudy thrones of the king, late queen, and crown princess. Beyond the fabric barrier is a small passage that is then connected to a door to the audience chamber only certain individuals are allowed in. The guards stationed there nearly stop Xiao from following his lord inside, but a harsh glare is all the smaller dragon needs to curb their plans. 

The chamber is quaint. Smaller than Zhongli’s temporary room, yet not small enough to be unpleasant. It’s decorated as gaudy as other rooms with wallpaper similar to the printed fabric of the lounging furniture. The room is carpeted as opposed to tiled and the king is not yet present. Zhongli sneers. 

The human man summons him to have a discussion, yet fails to show up on time? 

The emperor of dragons steps across the room and places himself on the single-cushioned chair to avoid any possibility of the king being overly familiar and sitting next to him should he have chosen the sofa. Leaning, his arm props up on the cushioned arm and curls so his fist supports under his jaw. His knees fall apart and his stature is that of luxurious laze. Yet still somehow it suited him. 

Xiao negates sitting entirely, moving to stand behind Zhongli’s right shoulder with his arms crossed across his chest. Zhongli’s face is impassive, but Xiao’s scowl portrays the irritation of waiting. 

It isn’t entirely too long before the door opens once more and the king and Roman step inside to join their guests. 

“My apologies,” the king, who’s name Zhongli doesn’t even remember learning, laments emptily. He moves across the room as though he was more familiar with it than his land and sets himself in the very sofa adjacent to the chair. “My daughter suddenly decided she was due for entertainment and made a small fuss that delayed me. Surely you can understand.” 

“I am not a father,” Morax snaps. Offering him nothing more to follow other than a dejected, embarrassing silence. The king clears his throat before Roman finally settles behind the back of the couch to almost mirror Xiao. Though, Roman does not cross his arms, but places his hands behind his back elegantly. 

Morax has an inkling on what this little discussion with the king would be about. He has lived several human generations and was no fool. He knows how to lead, to grow, to adapt and survive. His kingdom wasn’t built with peace. The whole reason the emperor came to the Kingdom of Aislefield was because of an unwritten diplomatic rule to maintain good standing relations. A brief exchange of presence to ensure that neither kingdom would attack or declare war on the other.

Any other time Morax would deem this a pointless waste of time. 

This time was different.

He was more inclined to put up with more for the sake of his soulmate. Having your constant presence always lingering in the back of his mind makes any task easier to grind through. Even irritating ones like this. 

“I was hoping you’d entertain the idea of meeting my daughter,” the king- who had reintroduced himself as Auisle Salkry- finally encroaches on the crux of the topic Morax suspected this was all about. Morax is aware the man continues to speak, but refuses to acknowledge the words. With a deep sigh and grumble, he rubs his fingers into his temple from the same lounging position he's sported since sitting down. Refusing to straighten up for the human ruler.  

Xiao glances down at the back of his lord's head briefly before resetting his gaze forward. He’s already begun thinking of various ways to calm him down should his temper flare.