#withguoba

unpopular onions fresh from rain!     /     accepting.

i think people are mean and that’s bad.  i just genuinely think that on socials, esp tumblr and twitter, you’re very much encouraged to be a dick.  i’m not talking about like, dragging transphobes or whatever (  though sometimes i do very much get the vibe that it comes not from any desire to actually hold anyone accountable or whatever so much as people just salivating at an excuse to be cruel  ) but like...not every “good faith but kind of cringey” take needs 500 people dunking on it or justifies being needlessly mean.

Most wounds don’t even register to the alien — she recalls the time she’d frightened amber when shed had three arrows sticking through her chest, out her back, and another through her leg, and not noticed until the pyro - user screamed.  Existence different, biology different, and body increasingly foreign / increasingly alien.  (  ha, ha, ha.  )  Pain just doesn’t register, as most physical sensations don’t.  This is all to say that Lumine hadn’t noticed the scrape on their hand until Xiangling was taking the limb and carefully pressing a bandage to the wound.  Oh — it’s cute.

“Thank you,” Lumine murmurs, a beat too late, eyes taking another few heartbeats to raise to meet the other’s.  Xiangling’s expression is so bright — so open and loving — that Lumine feels a small, surprise smile make it’s way onto their face to match.  She laughs breathlessly and feels the sun on her face for the first time in — she’s not sure.

Being loved and loving — being cared for and building bonds.  Nothing is more natural.  It’s good to remember that, even for brief moments.

﹙      @withguoba​​      ﹚   ︰        ❛❛      𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞?      ❜❜

here,      penitence would make a boneyard of him.                willing vessel to the inundated damnation,      such portrait vision:      a study,      saturation devoid in chromatism.      bitter - ache will croon their woes   from between each sunken crevasse   that this body derives from.      to speak of this conceptuality  ——      the idiosyncrasies that paints him a dissimilar variant to you:      ever - bright,      your radiance is a beacon of ardent warmth,      the vibrancy of living essence.

(      did you ever have a dream?      you asked,      chin cushioned by the pads of your palms.     𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓,      a splinter of emotion that sinks in his chest,      dagger - hilt deep.      the thought does not come to demur:      ...   𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞,      𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬.      a long time ago.      )

& 𝒉𝒆:      an erosion of inflammations,      waning lunar tenebrosity eclipsed so.      soma is forever a fleeting sensation,      robbed by the turn of habitual daybreak.     it seems,      tonight,      nocturne will bequeath yet another blind eye  ——       surely,      when one is denied of peace come twilight,      dreams cannot be had.          (      𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞?      )          a breath that parts,      laden - sighed.              ❛❛      what does it matter?      i no longer have need of dreams.      ❜❜

    When it comes to food, one can never go too high or too low with prices. The prices must always match with the quality of food created by the chef. For cooking is a form of art therefore cooking in itself is valuable, after all, man could not live without eating. Especially with young Xiangling being born in this generation. As Zhongli has told Childe during his time here, when Xiangling is in the harbor after her expeditions to god knows where, one must always go to Wanmin Restaurant instead of Liuli Pavilion.

           Such   incredulous    statement   from    her   chef   companion  made   Lumine  only   smile   ever   so   gently,   paimon   on  the   other  half    would   already   start    to   spill  senses     to   the   sheepish    wish   of    xiangling,   however  even     before   the   traveler’s   companion  can   make   a   damage,    Lumine    had    already   spoked  ;   entertaining   the    liyuen   with   stories    of    her     past.