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Wifey rejected penacony invite but came to his friends aid without hesitation I'm so ill actually ohmygod I know he would be he really dropped everything and came immediately I'm so
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local writer found dead in a ditch after this
#its me.#im that local writer.#this image just gave me 10 years of life#motivation is suddenly pouring in //that's an exaggeration plz dont expect anything im barely hanging on#SIR WHY ARE U HOLDING GINGKO LEAVES
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every time i see someone shit on the xianzhou story quest on twitter i die a little bit inside.
#narus' corner#SO LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW EVERYONE HATED XIANZHOU BECAUSE EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHERS AND ANCESTORS HAD PULLED UP THEORY AFTER THEORY#AND WHEN SAID THEORY DID NOT FCKING GO ALONG WITH WHAT THE ACTUAL WRITERS HAD IN STORE HELL BROKE LOOSE#ion think u understand#maybe im biased. i probably am but the way hoyoverse tackled immortality with xianzhou is quite bittersweet honestly#YA'LL WANTED UR DOOMED YAOI AND YURI AND TBH ME TOO BUT THEY ARE STILL FCKING DOOMED EVEN IF SOME THEORIES DID NOT GO AS MOST SHIPPERS WANT#THEY STILL DOOMED MILADYS AND GENTS AND NONBINARY PEEPS DAN HENG IS SUFFERING FROM PTSD AS WE SPEAK.#u look at xianzhou and see predecessors suffering the consequences of what their ancestors wanted because of immortality and vow to stop it#because they been fighting people against GALAXIES who wants a taste of that immortality who also don't KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES OF IT WHICH I#LITERALLY GETTING MARA-STRUCK WHENEVER UR MEMORIES OVERLOAD FROM LIVING TOO LONG AND GO: damn this was shit writing cause i didn't understa#IMMA AAAH#eternal wars where when u find peace after winning you DON'T BECAUSE YOU TURN MARA-STRUCK FROM THE AMOUNT OF TRAUMA U HAVE#when immorality isn't immortality in a sense u can't be killed but long lifespan but then u can't even live said long lifespan#because u get mara-struck from participating in wars to protect AND YA'LL COME OVER HERE AND SAY BAD WRITING?!#and don't come with what the fuck is phantylia doing#ion think u understand how fucked we would've been if phantylia managed to actually absorb that ambrosial arbor AS A GODDAMN EMANATOR#OF DESTRUCTION OF ALL THINGS?! YA'LL WANT INFINITE HEALING WHILE GETTING BLASED OR SMTH!?!#and the aftermath which was probs the most hated on#imma just.#imma shut up LMFAO
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naru. i read through your Sunday fic then through your master post— your work slaps and it is a balm to my soul, your writing is very emotionally evocative and you have a great sense of flow & rich characterization. dw you’re a great writer and I’m really happy I stumbled across your blog <3
hshshshshshs anyways I really like your work and I look forward to seeing what else you write!
anon imma smooch u.
tbh there are days where I feel like my writing is that of a middle schooler SO HAHAHA 😃���� but thank u anon I hope you enjoyed the amount of Jing Yuan fics i have posted cause reading them all can take like half an hour at least (I think)
AND AHH THANK YOU!! I'm currently taking a lil break, but I hope whatever I write next is something you'll also like 🫂❤️
#narus' message corner#anon#brain shuts down a tiny bit whenever i get these messages and compliments so if i sound like a broken record im sorry-
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it has been a hot second since ive interacted with this acc
the penacony quest absolutely destroyed me and all ive been having is boothill brainrot 💔 my 300+ pulls are waiting for him
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Ohmygod 🍄anon welcome back from the grave before you headed straight to death again with penacony
BUT YUUU 300+ PULLS FOR THE CYBORG 💃💃 you gonna go all in with eidolons or just get him?
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NARU HAVE YOU SEEN SUNDAY IN 2.1 I LOVE HIM he's just so 😍 his little tricks ahhh he could trick me any time ^^
I HAVE UNFORTUNATELY SEEN HIM AND GOTTEN A GRASP OF HIS CHARACTER AND I HAVE NOT KNOWN PEACE SINCE 😭😭😭
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YUAN CAME HOME LIKE A FEW WEEKS AGO N NOW IM ALMOST DONE BUILDING HIM........ grins
YUUUUUH I HOPE UR INVESTMENT IN THE WIFE GIVES U JOY IN THE AMOUNT OF DMG BOTH HIM AND LIGHTNING LORD CAN DISH OUT 🥺🥺🥺
unless he gets crowd controlled 😃🤌
#narus' message corner#anon#im begging hyv to at least still make lightning lord take dmg even when jing yuan is cc'ed
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I'm bout to lose it on god.
❀ ˎˊ- prompt: sunday hates having to beg, but you've given him no other choice.
❀ ˎˊ- sunday x gn!reader
❀ ˎˊ- wc: 887
❀ ˎˊ- warnings: suggestive (tension), but overall sfw (ik the prompt is sus there's zero spice, its just him wanting a kiss)
❀ ˎˊ- a/n: he actually makes me insane. everyone say thank you to naru for this fic because i cannot stop thinking about this
❀ ˎˊ- img credits
Tapping fingers, ever impatient, a constant shifting and readjusting on his seat, wings that rustle and flap and flare in annoyance, and of course, those eyes, housing rings of gold that encase sapphires, glancing at you and then away, and then flicking to you again - the tell-tale signs of Sunday’s irritation.
The head of the Oak Family was known for his composure. Nothing could break that smile of his, and no one could ever crease that suit of his. Everything was under his control, as it had to be.
Everything, of course, except for you.
He doesn’t know what it is about you that just - no pun intended - ruffles his feathers. When the Family treats him with the respect that he is due, you grin impishly, tauntingly as you dare him to even try to control you. When he can make anyone else bend without raising a finger, it’s with your touch that he finds himself as the one on the brink of falling apart - and you know it.
The power you hold over him, you dangle over his head like a treat, and you abuse it - bringing it close enough where he could almost taste it, close enough that he’s fooled enough to try and take a bite, only for you to yank it away again.
Even now, he thinks scornfully, you meet his narrowed eyes with innocent eyes, and he knows that you’re enjoying his predicament. You flash him a smile, and his fingers dig into his thigh as he restrains himself from pouncing on you then and there. If he did, after all, he’d lose, and you’d just mock him again.
“Are you okay?” you ask, faux concern dripping like sweet honey. “You seem a bit… agitated.”
You already know the reason, he knows that you know, but he can’t lose just yet.
“Is that so?” he replies, eyes gentle and voice barely level. “I guess it’s been a long day for me.”
He looks pointedly at you, and you only hum in response.
“Poor thing,” you coo sympathetically, and Sunday has to hold himself back from ripping that shit-eating grin right off your face. “Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”
And that’s it. You take your teacup in your hands and raise it to your lips, sipping at the sweet beverage. Sunday’s wings flap angrily as he stares daggers into you. Meeting his gaze, you only raise a brow.
Realistically, he didn’t have to go through all of this if he just asked - no, begged. Sunday knew you would never be satisfied with a simple request; you had to see his pride crumble and turned to nothing before giving him anything. Between the two of you, Sunday may have had the smoother tongue, but you beat him in terms of pure stubbornness.
And perhaps, that’s why he still wants you so badly despite all of this.
He bites his lip, weighing his options, before sighing in defeat. His wings droop, and his tense shoulders relax. Blood rushes to his face as he instinctively hides behind his feathers.
And then it comes, his admittance of defeat.
“…please.”
As if a switch had been turned, you instantly brighten. Setting your cup down, you lean forward, your elbows resting on the table.
“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
Sunday’s wings lift for just a moment to glare at you, but it’s enough for you drink in his delicious expression. Flushed cheeks, narrowed eyes, and gritted teeth through which he hisses out his words.
Really, he’s just so adorable like this. Embarrassed and defeated, his glare appears more like a pout - almost enough to tempt you, but not yet. He has to say it first.
“Please,” he repeats, his voice strained as he shuts his eyes.
“Please what?”
With a slam, he shoots up from his seat. It would’ve startled you if you didn’t already know what Sunday acted like when he broke. His footsteps ring through the empty mansion as he marches over to you, pushing your seat back as he looms over you, wings framing your face and his nose brushing against yours.
Despite having done nothing, Sunday’s breath is ragged and heavy. Exasperation, annoyance, embarrassment, yet also desire melted together into a beautiful rose that bloomed across his fair skin.
“Please…” he whispered, voice akin to a whimper or a whine. “Kiss me already.”
His breath shuddered in his chest as he swallowed back his pride.
“There, happy?”
You laugh airly, your hand comes to rest against his chest, feeling as he shivers under you. His heart pulses against you rapidly, caught in a frenzied dance. Looking up to meet his desperate gaze, you beamed in satisfaction.
“Very,” you murmur, your fingers closing around the lapel of the suit to tug him closer. Sunday doesn’t bother to hide his gasp as you pull him into you, at last rewarding him with your kiss.
The second your lips touch, his hands come to clutch at your shoulders, holding you in place as he dives greedily into you, slipping in his tongue to taste you.
And you let him, eyes drifting closed as he devoured you, drinking you as if you were divine nectar, given to him by the Aeons themselves.
It was what he deserved, after all.
#narus' reblogs#BREATHES IN#GRABS U#ILLU ILLU ILLU OUR VISION U WROTE IT SO WELL U LITTLE WRITING GENIUS IMMA SMOOCH U#THE EMBARASSMENT THE FLUSHED CHEEKS THE TENSION IMMA KMS /#OH TO HAVE SUNDAY BEG FOR ONCE OH TO MAKE HIM AT OUR MERCY ILLU U DID SO WELL **SHAKES U**#EVERY PERSON NEEDS TO READ A FLUSTERED SUNDAY THAT IS BORDERLINE SUGGESTIVE CAUSE PHEEEEEW#mind break sunday is the best type of sunday //gets kicked#oh he wants TO KISS U OR KICK U SO BAD AND THIS IS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT HHHHHH#sobs this is art#im biased cause its Sunday and illus writing but its art#ily illu for cooking this and making our convo a reality MHM MHM#okay imma shut up now#but sunday mindbreak-
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Y'all it's so over for me Sunday is just too scrumptious 🥴🥴🥴
#oh i love myself morly gray characters where u can't discern if they're good or bad#morally“#and the :3 face#ya know if a character had a resting :3 face they're gonna be so good
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Hi,
Stay hydrated!
Bye~
I have hydrated on a dangerously large amount of sodas today BUT I DO HYDRATE !
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ya'll please i haven't even finished the 1k requests and we're already nearing 2k.
#narus' corner#life update in the tags that no one asked for because if ya'll know me i say stuff here more than on the actual post for some reason.#im burned out from life - and it's directly affecting the speed i can churn out stuff even with my eepy jing yuan being there in front of m#T__T at least he's being eepy at E4#work environment has very much to say to that i've been overworked already LMFAOOO#anyway it gonna be a bit to bounce back but with that said#ion think imma do any event for 2k even though IM HUGELY GRATEFUL TO YA'LL#WE'VE ALMOST GATHERED 2K JING YUAN BELIEVERS. IM SORRY THIS SILLY PERSON CAN'T DO MUCH MORE FOR U IN HER CURRENT STATE#but i shall prosper and get over this bump in life like i actually do.#after i get myself diagnosed by a professional-#so yeah. if i update within the next few months please be surprised cause i would be very surprised myself.
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MY WIFE AND SON
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i cant breathe
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sensitive
✧ sunday x gn!reader
✧ synopsis: the wings by his ears are far too sensitive for what you're both about to do to them.
✧ contents: just a lil scenario for the piercings on sunday's wings. and the hc (that has probs become every writers canon take) that his wings are oh so sensitive. established relationship, mildly suggestive cause why not, uhh, mentions of blood? sunday being utterly weak against his lover. ooc sunday cause goddamn i have NOTHING on this man.
✧ a/n: breathes in. listen i don't believe in any god but good lord i would start praying for this man if he asked me to.
jing yuan wips still in order, i just want to be on my best self mentally when writing for my eepy general so have this brainrot so i can function this week at my work and hopefully i'll write something more <3 thank you once again for your patience!
NOT BETA-READ THIS WAS WRITTEN WITHIN AN HOUR CAUSE THIS BRAINROT HAS BEEN BREWING INSIDE THE MIND FOR A MONTH, IM SORRY FOR THE ALL OVER THE PLACE WORDS - I HAVEN'T WRITTEN SINCE THE LAST JING YUAN ANGST PIECE.
Your fingertips have barely grazed the very edges of the feathers when the distinguished leader beneath you flinches in surprise. The fingers that grip your hips tightening further which causes your body that was previously hovering above him to settle down on Sunday's leg. You can hear a tiny sigh leaving his lips before you feel his head rest against your shoulder, the action causing you to chuckle.
"The longer you delay this, the more nervous you'll get, you know?" you muse, threading your fingers through his hair in an effort to coax him to lay back in the same position he previously was in. You're barely able to touch his right wing again before a gloved hand shoots up from his side and you feel a sharp nip at your neck in warning - causing you to immediately halt all of your actions.
"It would've gone a lot faster have you decided to not do it in such an orthodox method, dear." Sunday retaliates with a sigh, pecking the bite mark as some sort of apology, an apology that you knew was not sincere in the slightest.
You giggle once again, settling down comfortably on his legs whilst slightly leaning back to fully look at your lover. Your arms loop over his neck while cocking your head to the side in slight confusion, although said confusion doesn't reach your mischievous eyes or the huge grin on your face. "Why I thought this would help calm you? It was your idea to pierce these wings of yours after all," you remind him, tapping the piercing gun that you're currently holding onto on his shoulder.
The man before you sighs, seemingly in exasperation over your usual antics whilst shrugging away the piercing gun that you're continuously tapping him with. You can however clearly see the slight reddening on top of his ears, while his wings tuck a bit behind his ears - clearly a signal that he's feeling a bit embarrassed.
"You're well aware of the effect you have on me, my love." he admits, the hand on your hip moving from its spot to instead rest against your neck. "Hmm? Then I suggest that you hurry along to let me pierce your wings before said effect makes you lose your patience," you tease with a quiet laugh. "I do have a lot of experience with this lil' gun of ours after all." you cheekily say - causing Sunday to direct his gaze towards your own ears, which have a few more piercings than your average person.
"... I'm well aware." Sunday replies.
Well aware of how sensitive your own ears are, almost as sensitive as his own wings that have yet to be pierced. He could let out a breath beside them which causes you to tremble, a small peck would make you gasp softly, but if he were to use his tongue-
"You're thinking of inappropriate things again, dear." you mutter into his ears before unlooping your arms from his neck to rest against your sides, your whole weight supported by the singular hand Sunday has on your hip.
"Hardly."
For someone not of Halovian descent, you're somehow able to discern his thoughts immediately - quite a hassle to be honst.
"Well then, my dear? Why don't you relax so we can get this over with so you can return to your duties?" you whisper, moving your body to sit between his legs so that you can get a closer look on his right wing, where he preferred the piercing to be on.
"... Just- don't say anything when you're about to do- Ah!"
The single clicking noise of the needle piercing his wing before retracting back to it's original spot makes Sunday jolt in surprise, the grip on your hip increasing in pressure, but you're too busy looking at the placement in glee to care for your distraught lover right now.
You notice the edges of the piercing reddening a bit, extending your finger to gather the tiny bits of blood that had escaped from the wound. Glancing at Sunday, you notice his slightly glossy eyes that immediately diverts from your gaze.
The quiet laugh you let out makes Sunday glare at you, but his eyes widen slightly when you lick his blood away from your fingertips with closed eyes. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" you ask, opening your eyes again to lock eyes with Sunday, diverting your gaze slightly to his right wing.
You decide not to comment on his glossy eyes, deciding to instead scoot closer to peck the corner of his eyes, "Sorry that I surprised you, but as you said - Doing it this way is far more convenient for the both of us," you explain, lips pressing against Sunday's to coax him into relaxation.
"Mhm, thank you for indulging me, dove." he whispers, arms wrapping around your waist, the tension in his shoulders finally leaving.
"Although..." you murmur in between various pecks against Sunday's lips, your lover raising an eyebrow up in confusion and imploring you to continue speaking.
"I think you said you would go for 2 of the same piercings if the first one looked nice, no?" you say before pressing your lips against his once again. Sunday was barely able to understand the meaning behind your words before he could feel the same pain of the needle shoot through his already overly-sensitive wing.
The loud gasp he lets out is swallowed by your lips, his open mouth letting your tongue slip inside while the piercing gun in your hand slips away from your lips now that you've done your part of the deal. Your hands settle themselves against Sunday's cheeks now- wiping away the few tears that have now slipped down from his glossy eyes with your thumb.
There's a certain desperation in Sunday's hands by your waist. He had first bunched the material of your clothes upwards by surprise, but now he's slipping his gloved hands beneath them and quickly traveling further up - he moves in a way that you don't know if he's trying to push you away to scold you, or press you closer to him to feel your warmth.
He eventually decides to push you away. His cheeks are reddened and he's heaving for breaths while he's glaring down at you in mild disappointment and a hint of excitement - and yet the hands that's dragging the buttons of your shirt from inside to snap them open tells another desire from the esteemed leader of Penacony.
The same mischievous smile is present on your lips when you part ways, your lips are a bit swollen but it doesn't stop their journey from grazing against his now incredibly sensitive right wing, the jerk of his entire body not bothering you in the slightest as your lips glide over his feathers, your lover shuddering a bit when you let out a breath right over his newly pierced wings.
"All done now, my love," you mutter into his ear, shrugging off your now ruined shirt off of one shoulder, "Do I get any reward for doing this so smoothly and quickly?"
Sunday lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes at your triumphant expression before shoving you down onto the couch the two of you were previously resting on. "I'm thinking a punishment is more fitting for how you didn't warn me of your actions twice, no?"
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