Faruzan: So I Told Her... Here's Looking At You, Kid. Get It?

sleeps with both open

I'm whispering into the teacup!

Dispense your knowledge, o timeless dew

By the vastness of my wisdom I declare

Your year with be filled with joy.

"I've been told I don't cook with love- Which is a sentimental and meaningless review in the culinary world. I'm a professional chef, not a parent making a meal for their kid... But I think I understood what they meant when you walked in." is a great line because without context, it sounds like a confession at the end of a romantic movie centered around cooking. In reality, it's what a chef said to his waiter after biting off and eating his ear, and revealing that he killed and cooked the waiter's ex. And it's still romantic.

broke: furina and neuvillette share a color pallette because they're ✨basically related✨

woke: furina and neuvillette share a color pallette because they share their sense of justice, their deep compassion for humanity, their goal (of saving fontainians from their doom and condemning the ursurpers/the seven), and most importantly they share the fate to defy fate together as the two actors with roles nobody else could've played and a storyline they couldn't have pulled off without each other.

chscr christening every piece of furniture that comes into zapolyarny palace with childes sweaty naked cheeks

this might not be canon, but personally i need furina to struggle a whole lot longer and harder with post-prophecy depression and mental illness. She's played the same tiring and painful act for five centuries, was constantly in a life or death scenario and had to hide her true self from the world the entire time and she won't just recover in a few years from that.

There's parts of her that will never ever be compatible with a simple human lifestyle, and parts of her that are irreparably broken. She isn't sure of her personality after everything that happened and the lie she had to live. She slips between personas and her archon temperament comes through like a defensive mechanism at any sign of conflict or trouble.

She's plagued by nightmares. Of the flood, of the trial, of the people closest to her conspiring against her behind her back, and of being found out in a million terrible ways. Of saying the wrong thing, making a wrong decision. Of being found out, of being found out, of being found out.

Lying or keeping a secret feels existential still. Being honest still feels life threatening sometimes. Putting herself first feels like putting both hands on a hot stove.

She doesn't live in the palais anymore, doesn't have to sit through trials anymore, but her heart and soul are still there. In her dreams she's still at the place she spent her entire life's memories at.

Yes, she can make new memories, but it'll take time. More time than she has, maybe, now that she's the closest to being human she'll ever be.

She'll never be human in the way the people around her are.

What sort of human has 500 years worth of memories after all? What human tells personal anecdotes and mixes up their centuries?

What sort of human can feel the absence of their divinity like it's a physical thing? A voice that will never speak to her again, or keep her alive? What human has no family, no childhood?

What human remembers so little, but still remembers death somewhere deep within?

She jerks out of sleep from it sometimes, gasping for air, and spends the rest of the night awake, almost frozen by fear. The flood is over, but it's hard to convince her racing heart that the danger is too.

Humans have entire family trees that go generations back, but Furina was put into this world a solitary creature, her blood heavy with sin ever since she turned human.

She owns a hydro vision now and doesn't know how to yield it, but the ocean still calls out to her some days. Sea creatures flock to her like they can smell she's not human enough.

She learns how to make little hydro companions for herself, so the darkness and emptiness of her apartment feels less ominous when she lies awake at night.

She can't turn her vision into a weapon quite yet, but when it rains the droplets seem to cling to her. She's watched them roll upwards along her arm, watched them gather in her palm like kin. She wonders if sea creatures flock to neuvillette in a similar way, or if his immense power makes them recoil. She wonders if elemental dragons can feel regret. Wonders if he, too, ever feels entirely foreign in that human body he was given. If he, too, lies awake trying to grasp faint memories of a past life.

She's extremely human in the way she's plagued by body pains from not being able to relax just one day in five centuries. The years catch up with her once she gets out of survival mode, and fatigue is a constant companion now. Sleep comes difficultly and getting out of bed was easier when the fate of a whole nation depended on it. On her. She's never lived for just herself before and some days she's not sure she wants to.

She did her duty and earned her retirement and the story turned out well, all things considered. She still has people by her side, some of them.

Still, she feels raw and tired and overwhelmed by the life lying ahead of her. As a human and as someone who will always be Something Else.

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GRacias <33💐💐

in my humble opinion tartaglia has never seen a wink of any genitals besides his own, and I don’t think he does anything with that either

fighting satisfies him enough and i stand by that!!!

except when he meets scaramouche and his world flips but loser virgin tartaglia is my bread and butter

my full piece for @genyazine 💜✨

thank you for having me, it was so much fun working with everyone!

i love the fluidity of your art! have you considered drawing chiscara? or childe/tartaglia x kabukimono? I would love to see them in your style, canon or AU—anything!

i keep forgetting i have this

Ike!