I'M OKAYYY (aside from cramps but they're not too bad) I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY <//3
I HAVE BAD CRAMPS TOO (twins !?)
flowers so u feel better <3
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one of them is a boxer too i can’t just move him over he’s so stubborn and heavyyy and the puppy sure she’s small and light but she wants to sleep directly on top of my face
enjoy it. she's the only one that wants to sit on your face
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haiii you can turn this into a chain if you want to idk. rb n let me see ! (or don't, i'm not your ma 😳)
picrew + what genre of fan (mis)interpretation are you?
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Ram I don't even know Luffy very well but now everytime I see him I think "my friend Luffy" the same feeling that Miku gives me, how does he do that?
Luffy 🤝 Miku 🤝 Goku > being everyone's friends
HIII CONEJOOOOS 🐰💜💜💜✨thank you for the ask !!
YESSS !! I understand that feeling !! i guess it is because they have been around for a long time and they are like everyone's childhood friends ?
Also in my opinion they are like the anime conventions kings and queen ! There is no convention without at least one cosplayer of each of these characters
they also have a really recognizable and friendly design so i think that makes them really special
our beloved friends Luffy Miku and Goku ❤💙🧡
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oh to have rook enter your room and sigh with that small smile on his lips as he quietly closes the door. seeing your tired form sprawled on the table with books and pens scattered on your small workplace. debating whether to carry you or shake you awake — choosing the first option as he carefully moved you sideways; only to have you wake up with a jolt and look around.
"it's okay, it's just me," came his soft whisper as he moved to close your books and sort your pens while you rub your eyes.
"wait—" you yawned "—i haven't."
"no, no," he took your wrist — that was attempting to reach for a book, "that's enough for tonight." before he scooped you up and laid you down on the bed.
"i was–" you tried to argue back but he placed a finger to your lips and racked a hand through your hair.
"rest, y/n. it's been a long day."
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Celestial Control
cw// quest spoilers, pretty short, big boy words 💪
Iridescent, yet frail and nigh invisible strings caressed the Iudex's gloved wrist, the Hydro sigil he'd made dissipating at the same rate that the final hilichurl disintegrated. This had already been a common routine for the Chief Justice: being pulled away from his duties and joining the Traveler's 'party' with three other individuals.
It had become a regular occurance for Neuvilette as of late. It's been around, what, a few years since he's been invited to do so? Nonetheless, he's learnt considerably more in the intervening period than he ever would have by being cooped up in his office all day.
From the forgotten island in Mondstadt, to the fact that the Dendro Dragon Sovereign was still alive, even learning that the Geo Archon faked his death, and more.
But the most significant aspect of his entire Hydro-Dragon-Sovereign-reincarnated-as-a-human life was his growing knowledge of the Creator of Teyvat — his previous incarnation's creator, too, to be exact.
At first, like any other chosen acolyte, he couldn't understand whatever they were saying. Even the simplest words of their divine lexicon he couldn't make sense of, and anything he'd ever manage to hear were like choruses of voices — to the softest female voice akin to a child, to something he could only describe as nothing at all, from the most agonizing scream he'd ever heard, to the soft whispers of sweet nothings caressing his ear ever so gently.
It got to the point where needed the assistance of his other 'teammates' to translate a single letter; the retired geo archon would only tell him that they were quite overjoyed after he answered their call.
And with each ascension, he regained power comparable to that of a fully fledged dragon — his humble origins. Who knew that a good amount of colorful starfishes, transoceanic pearls, chunks, and crystals, multiples of the horn of a thought-to-be-extinct fontemer seahorse and gorgeous varunada lazurite gemstones in various forms, sizes, and hues could endow him with such power? And so simply, too?
Though he does not express it outwardly, his form is filled with pride whenever he summons the sigil to put forth a flood of hydro against the many, many forces of Teyvat that wished to harm him and the other acolytes.
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Perhaps Foçalors was right about him going out every once in a while.
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