#primogemhunter

She was hammered, six sheets to the wind- gone. Drinking was a great way to let all those nasty emotions go, all that worry and fear getting swept up in some soppy song being played over the bar speakers. She sagged against the bar, letting a half empty glass rest against the top of her head for a moment before ordering some water to sip on instead.

@primogemhunter​ ( Hiruzen ) liked for starter

 ❝    WHAT  A  LOVELY  SONG  YOU  SING  !  just  stunning  !    ❞        if  he  had  mora  on  him,  he  would  definitely  give  it  to  her.  it  seemed  to  be  normal  for  people  to  give  performers  money  as  a  show  of  gratitude  and  payment.  but  he  was  without  funds,  not  that  it  bothered  him,  mind  you.   /   @primogemhunter​  (  for barbara )

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Pew pew pew then RUN LIKE HELL

Jean has little in the way of free time to have moments in herself. As the Acting Grand Master and as a knight, the needs of Mondstadt and its citizens outweigh her own. This is the duty her mother has raised her for as a member of the Gunnhildr Clan. Though the pressures are many and her work is never, she does not complain. She has no regrets about the path she’s chosen to follow.

She only hopes that she can uphold the legacy of the Dandelion Knight. It’s how she finds herself, again, in front of the great tree at Windrise. Lost in thought, prayer, now that the events of Dvalin’s attacks are behind the city. She’s grateful for another peaceful night. Until she realizes she’s not alone.

She turns to see who seeks her out. “Ah... Barbara?” Her younger sister... Deaconess of the church. Family by blood they may be, they’ve never been close. Distance formed first by their parents’ separation. Only for it to grow further still due to both of their duties toward Mondstadt. Jean’s longed to be close, but has never know how to close the gap. Even now, she struggles to find the words.

send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse // @primogemhunter​

“We are both way too old for this-”

Well, she suddenly felt way too old for this, at least. Was this karma? Matarera couldn’t help but think this was karma for believing he was lanky enough for her to pick up without much effort. Surprisingly, that didn’t go well. And this wasn’t going to go well either, probably.

Sleepy Sex Meme

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    This was growing increasingly frustrating and seeing the sky slowing getting lighter as dawn threatened to appear made it even worse. The Yamanaka was usually quite adept at finding her way in and out of areas without much issue--- but this forest in particular was different. It felt endless, and every turn she had made only seemed to make that feeling worse. 

    At this point she was sure there was some sort of trick that was causing this-- some sort of genjutsu, but she had already tried to identify if something was amiss to no avail. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something.... off about this place. She needed to get out and get home soon. That realization didn’t change the fact that she had no idea how to. She was lost. 

      A sound from above caused the Yamanaka to stir from her thoughts as her eyes darted above for the source to see a familiar face from the past. It had been a few years since she had last saw him, but a familiar face was better than the alternative.  He seemed to waiting for her to explain her presence here. Well, this was embarrassing, but maybe he could help.