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nothing blooms from sill to sky by bronyamonya
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
19 Aug 2023
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Kissing Bronya is terrifying. Having her lips on hers is like having a loaded gun ready to fire in her clutch. Letting her touch map the walls of a maze on her body is even more frightening.
But the taste of salt on her tongue is addicting and she’s never been good with holding herself back.
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“You are not taking good enough care of yourself,” Caitlyn starts, looking towards the fountain. She’s lost weight and her cheeks are hollowed, the knuckles of her hand too pronounced into Vi’s grasp. “I need you now, more than ever, Violet.”
“You have me,” Vi says, as a matter of fact. As if she has anyone else to live for, to give her loyalty to. “In any way you’d want me.”
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- Part 1 of Coming Home
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16 Dec 2024
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Then, when Furina heard that the Traveller would be attending the magic show in Opera Epiclese, she seats herself above the stage for hours on end. An eternity of waiting, and when Lumine finally enters the opera house, Furina immediately sits herself up, poses in such a way that she knows will capture her best angle, all for…
What?
Just a glimmer of Lumine’s gaze, some form of acknowledgement, a casual glance as she speaks with Neuvillette before her attention is gone again, but even that is enough to make Furina swell with pride, I did it. I made her look.
furina just can't let the traveller leave her thoughts—much to her own dismay.
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04 Jul 2024
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and in the blood and the dirt, you'll know my name by lilliesandme
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
26 Jul 2023
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There’s a ghost in Zapolyarny Palace.
It lingers at every corner, past darkness, past shadow. A seat left alone, a throne with no owner. Rooms emptied, wardrobes forgotten, journals misplaced. Childe feels it most keenly as he lies with his back against the snow of the training grounds outside, the blood that seeps from his nose darkening it from white to glistening shades of red.
He feels the ghost mocking him, in a voice tinged with sarcasm and sadness. He feels it for only a moment, he remembers for only a moment longer, and then it’s lost. With the shifting of the winds, he forgets, and he does not remember again. But his heart stills, and his heart—like the ghost—lingers.
Or: wherein Ajax forgets, and Scaramouche can't stop remembering.
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20 Aug 2023
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Beidou’s eyebrows jumped up. “So your little smooch wasn’t just because you could?” she said, half-jokingly, because she knew that Ningguang could always do so if she ever entertained herself with it. Honestly, she could do a lot of things— mora, in this era, could buy off anything, and the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing could do just that.
“I want you to pretend to be my fiancée.”
Direct and straight to the point. Ningguang always knew how not to disappoint.
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Or, it was better to pretend than be what Beidou wished they were.
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12 Jul 2023
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March 7th has sixty-seven different versions of her past. Number sixty-eight is the life she’s currently documenting.
The viewfinder cannot find the past she does not know, and neither can she find the owners of the purple smudge, of the brown handprint on her back, of the soft pink spot just above her hip. But she knows where the twin handprints that grace her waist and shoulder came from — Himeko and Welt, lifting her out of the remains of the ice they had found her in. She knows where the teal mark on her palm comes from — shoving Dan Heng’s face away when she woke up. There’s the tiny splotch of blush discoloration on her lips where she kissed Pom-Pom on the forehead through their fur. And last but never, ever least — Stelle, who had stained her fingers gold the very first time March had touched her as if to show off just what a treasure she would be.
March has always been loved, by people she knows and by people she does not remember.
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- Part 1 of Love So Deep It Marks the Soul
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10 Jun 2023