I GUESS TODAY I WILL BE UNSTOPABLE UH

Co-op Mode Warning

Hoyoverse hasn't put out an official announcement yet, but this is a serious issue, so I'm taking some liberties here. Do not let anyone you don't know into your world for now! There is a recently discovered exploit that allows hackers to use Kaveh and a third party app to permanently remove content from your world. So far, it's only been recorded in Chinese servers, but until we have confirmation that it's fixed, I recommend rejecting random co-op requests to be safe. Video evidence here.

The removal is on the server side, so logging out or uninstalling the game will not restore lost content.

For clarification:

Update: Some sources also say Nahida can be used for this, but take that with a grain of salt.

MJ WHERE IS YOUR GODDAMN COVER

IN MY GODDAMN SIDE BLOG. IF YOU HAD TOLD ME EARLIER I WOULD HAVE TAGGED YOU!!

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I need yuta, winwin, doyoung, taeil and mark memes and Lucas pics so if you can do it please send me some :/

💐🌷🌹🌺🌻🌸🌼 send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going. 🌼🌸🌻🌺🌹🌷💐

thank you ♡ [:

Bro’s the Type to..

Synopsis- yk the drill already

Warnings- none

navigation station 🚉.

yuuta okkotsu’s playlist🎧.

Yuuta Okkotsu, our favourite timid boy. he’s so sweet and respectful i love him.

he’s the type that when you’re laying down with him and mindlessly scrolling through tiktok to just stare at you in adoration and if you ask what he’s looking at he just smiles and says that he’s admiring your beauty.

he’s the type to help you pick an outfit for everything and actually give you good advice. he is a fashion icon, change my mind. you can’t.

he’s the type to hold the back of your shirt instead of your hand, it’s very endearing

he’s the type to give you his umbrella if it’s raining even if you’re walking to separate places. he’d rather you stay dry.. even if it means he gets sick in the process.

he’s the type to call you for literally anything, and text you constantly throughout the day and tell you how much he loves you.

he’s the type to rant about you to panda and inumaki— who are insanely invested in yours and yuuta’s relationship. panda is such a pro y/n x yuuta shipper.

he’s also the type to buy you anything he knows you’d like. even if his bank account was in shambles.

he’s the type to just sit with you and actually enjoy himself as you show him all the tiktok’s you’ve sent to your friends because you thought they were funny

he’s the type to surprise you with breakfast in bed..

he’s the type to gush over mitski, laufey and faye webster with you, as well as cry to their songs even if neither of you were sad.

he’s the type to read to you if you asked, or sing to you. my ex could NEVER.

he’s the type to wipe crumbs off your face while you’re eating and then lick his finger. the first time he does this you drop your chopsticks out of disbelief and he apologizes so much asking if it was weird. you’d have to reassure him that it was actually attractive.

he’s the type to get flustered after your guys’ friends make fun of how sappy he is with you.

he’s the type to use a classic record player and put in frank sinatra as he hangs out with you.

he’s the type to only have 30 instagram followers and like 10 people on snap. all of which he goes to school with.

he’s the type to post you instead of himself because he feels so lucky to be blessed with such a great girlfriend.

he’s the type to tuck you in at night, or change your clothes if you fell asleep in your street clothes. ONLY IF YOU WERE COMFORTABLE WITH IT THOUGH.

he’s the type to do anything you say because he wants you to know he’d do anything and everything for you.

he’s the type to get mad if someone was too rough with you in training and scold them.

he’s the type to only put you on his christmas list

he’s the type to love you UNCONDITIONALLY.

i’ve done megumi, yuji, and toge for this series where you can find them in the navigation station which is linked at the top!

i love yuta and the playlist i made him i feel like represents these head canons so well oh my god? i love him sm. i love every jjk character sm.. except mahito😰

also guys i am literally pumping out post after post. am i okay? where is the real emi who posts once a month IF she feels like it? i’m scared. when did my writers block go away?

Okay much love, emi🩷

tags- feel free to be ask to be added to see future works !

@kasumitenbaz @oinkoink321 (ik you wanted a yuuta vers.)

Yukult

In honor Yukhei being a wonderful human being, I have made a discord server in his honor. But while it is in his honor, everyone of any fandom can join, as long as they dont start fanwars, as this is supposed to be a welcoming place.

If you would like to join, please reblog the post and make sure I can message you with the link!

@yayhei DON'T JUST JUMP TO THE CONCLUSION I NEVER HEARD OR MR. WHISKERS! I WAS JUST J O K I N G.

YOU UNCULTURED SWINE. FRANKENWEENIE YOU HAVE TO WATCH OR I WILL FITE >:OOOOOO AND MARJORIE HAVING NOT EVEN HEARD OF MR. WHISKERS. BITCH YOU WATCH THE F U C K I N G MOVIE

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[7:08 pm]

Xiaojun looked at you in shock and concern while you “dyed” your hair with a yellow highlighter to look like his.

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑  — 𝐇.𝐑𝐉

requested: #5 - “Oh. I see” 

Avenior ~ (n.) the desire that memory could flow backward

Huang Renjun is famous for his portraits. Every brushstroke is said to tell a story, every colour believed to show emotion, and every detail thought to symbolise parts of his own life. Well, the life he once had with you. 

As he looks up to the ceiling, his eyes gloss over the white plaster beams and the arching glass windows letting in golden light. A tapestry adorned with angels and gods flows overhead, and he’s familiar with every single stroke, every lump in the fabric. He lets out a disparaging sigh and shakes his head, eyes immediately blinking away any tears. If only… If only he could go back. 

…

Renjun sits amongst the grass as butterflies and ladybugs fly around him, the warm light hitting his face as he squints and tries to look at you. Through the sunlight, he manages to make out a few details: you have flowers in your hand and a comforting smile on your face.

“I love you so much.” you mutter, laying down on his chest and pressing a quick kiss to his temple.

“As do I, angel.”

He plucks another wildflower from beside him and intertwines it through your hair, stroking your cheek and laughing. Bells echo in the background and crickets chirp, Renjun couldn’t be happier. His life with you is perfect. It always would be, like destiny. And you’d be together until the end of time, right?

…

And so just as he’s ready to begin his next portrait of you, Renjun truly starts to cry. Tears cascade down his cheeks as a wail echoes through the palace. His brush is ready on the canvas, waiting for the next stroke but his fingers are reluctant to move, stuttering.  

He doesn’t know what to do.

Because after all this time, Huang Renjun — the love of your life — is finally beginning to forget you. 

The memory begins to fade once more and Renjun pushes away the easel, tripping over the paint as he runs out of the hall. Messy maroon footsteps leave a trail after him on the slick marble floor while paintbrushes clatter against the cold tiles with every step. The fear begins seeping in, lord he can barely focus… Desperately clinging onto the memory of you smiling. He stumbles into the grand hall and frantically searches for the portraits, dragging down curtains, throwing away tarps and leaving everything around him in disarray.

Finally, a hand gently taps his shoulder, effectively stopping Renjun from doing any more damage.  One of the palace groundkeepers timidly begins to speak, the uneasy expression on his face giving away too much as he fiddles with the broom beside him. 

“Sir… If you’re looking for the portraits of Miss Y/N, I regret to inform you that some of them were lost in the fire last spring. The king thought it would be best not to advise anyone… Greatest apologies.“ 

And just like that, it feels like Renjun’s world is collapsing in on himself, his vision turning blurry as he through constricts withe very breath.  It’s happening again. Through short gasps, he finally manages to speak:

"Oh. I see.”

Renjun takes off his beret and runs a calloused hand through his hair, his joints giving way as he finds himself kneeling underneath the tainted glass window, looking down at the rainbow of light at his feet. 

They’re gone. 

And now you’re gone. Forever. 

…

“Renjun, my love…” you croak out, clinging onto his hand as you let out another ragged exhale. 

“Shh, I promise you will be okay, please… They’re only a few days away, we will have the cure soon enough. Please just… Stay for a few more days angel.”

“Of course, I-I’ll try.” You offer him a small smile, lifting his hand and pressing it against your cold cheek. 

A silence settles in the air as the two of you stare at each other, a despondent plea shining through your eyes. You don’t know what to tell him… You’re not going to make it. But before you can open your mouth once more, Renjun slides something up beside him, something covered in a silken tarp. 

He gently places it in front of you before tearing away the fabric to reveal a portrait. It’s you and him. You’re both smiling under the midsummer sun, in the fields. 

You shift closer to inspect it in more detail. Every stroke is full of love and desire. You can even see the wrinkles in the fabric of your clothes, the feathery wings of the birds and soft texture of wildflower petals. It is undoubtedly his best work yet, and you know that within months, people from all over the kingdom will come to see it in all its glory; hanging in the great hall, under the golden glow of the sun. 

Renjun sees your expression and grins, pressing a kiss to your lips. You were ethereal. 

His love. His muse. His everything. 

Yet, just days later, you smile and let out your last breath while staring out towards the green fields, hand in hand with Renjun. And eventually, a whisper echoes through the halls as everything turns cold. The birds stop singing as the sun hides behind the clouds. A rough breeze flows through the fields below as the words fall from your lips. 

“Please don’t forget me.”

…

Renjun slams his fits down and staggers up, wiping his red eyes and running back to his unfinished portrait. How he wishes he could go back in time, back to those memories and back to you. He wishes he could have made at least one more and now Renjun prays that he can paint your face one more time and show it to the world. 

With that, he picks up his brushes and the pallet, fixing his beret and breathing in slowly. 

One more time. He had to paint again, for you. Just one more time. 

The strokes of colour flow once more on the canvas, covering the dull beige fabric and creating a world of emotions. With every flick of his wrist, Renjun begins to feel the warmth again. 

But… He never finishes it. 

The portrait is hung up in the grand hall, and people from all over rush in, immediately pointing towards the ceiling. Half of your face hasn’t been completed, the painting only showing a dissolving figure. And Renjun knows that is exactly the way it should have been. He was alright. You were still there, together again with him, for eternity. 

The villagers all stare upwards, some even able to make out the gold inscription on the frame. 

‘My love you may disappear forever yet I will be okay for as long as this portrait hangs above,  I know you are beside me for another day’

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Yes I am and you?