Chai

19 cr abudasima im normal about fictional characters

[sugiliteful]

if you think some salmon is going to persuade an aquatic predator such as mer Sugilite to let you, a mere human, pet him as you would a housecat, you—yeah, you would be absolutely right. play with his hair a little while you’re at it will you

[luminaur]

He's a puppy (≧∀≦)

[ashvie]

𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐌: Furbobocom Magazine will always support Evie too!

Posted by 🦝 Furbulitzer (Official): 📍 Planarcadia

#ArcadiaNews 🏖️ After a grueling work week, the ace detective of Ashen Detective Agency Mr. Ashveil along with Miss Evie were seen lounging on the beach! Words from the two: ‘I’m the number one Furbobo fan, no?’ ‘Look at his paws!’

💬0CycleEviecadia: ﹫DetectivePassingBy now’s the time to advertise those dog walking skills

﹫DetectivePassingBy: Wait! That’s not all we do!

💬VIPs Have Long Backstory: Don’t these two get into comment wars with internet randos? I remember now. They’ve gone to the beach because they’re on timeout?

DetectivePassingBy: Not us.

0CycleEviecadia: not us.

The Strictest Monkey: That sums it up.

💬DetectivePassingBy: …This post was made by Evie’s favorite furbo.

Furbobocom_Official: I hope we can all see Evie again soon!

[brotato-chibs]

「Your gaze, when you looked back」

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81558441/chapters/214479756

scribbled my fave part of chapter9 ^q^

[sara1lama]

[bonnbonvoyage]

Happy birthday to our beloved Master Diluc <3

[bonnbonvoyage]

Diluc is so angelic no wonder why he is the most eligible bachelor in mondstadt :'' -)))

[quantum-n]

Caged nightingale

[viffywoo]

[souwus]

bubblegum b*tch - marina and the diamonds

[boafis]

Where are ashveil fics i gen thought he'd get hundreds of these just on the first week🫩

[dailylohen]

[bloomingtorii]

Baizhu x reader | Ropes fluff | 0.9k | gn!reader cw: non-sexual shibari (reader tied up)

“Here, that should be all,” Baizhu smiles at the man standing outside, “Please, do take care on your way home. The medicine can only help as long as it gets to the patient.”

“Thank you, doctor,” the man clears his throat, no less out of breath than when he started desperately knocking on the door, “I’m so sorry I had to bother you this late.”

You can’t hear it, but you know Baizhu only waves his hand to reassure the man he has nothing to worry about. It’s no easy feat to run up the stairs to the pharmacy in the middle of the night, after all, nobody would do that for something that can wait until morning. They exchange goodbyes and finally, the door clicks shut.

Your lover sighs deeply, his eyes softening with a hint of guilt as he returns to the bed and gently strokes your head.

“I apologize,” he whispers. You shake your head.

“We discussed that this might happen,” you lean into his touch as much as you’re able to, “It’s alright.”

Your current position is… particular. Your hands are tied behind your back, your knees bent and ankles secured to your wrists. More rope runs all along your body, tightly wound around you, rendering you helpless and vulnerable. And although you’re dressed, lightly for sure, but dressed, it is not a sight Baizhu would ever allow another to see.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his fingers already working to check the circulation in your limbs. 

“Great,” you hum, then sigh while you allow your body to relax into the mattress once more, “Much better than before.”

Baizhu was hesitant to suggest this treatment at first. And you don’t blame him, you were reluctant to give it a try too. But as always, he was right. Being incapacitated, completely vulnerable yet perfectly safe indeed does wonders for your frayed nerves whenever you start to crack under the pressure of life and your own traitorous mind.

“Tell me if that changes,” he encourages, always careful, too much so at times, “I’ll remove the ropes soon.”

He settles back into his previous position and resumes reading the scroll he was studying before the interruption. Your lover is the picture of a true scholar at the moment, his eyes only roaming the paper in front of him, as if he had no interest in you.

It couldn’t be further away from the truth. One of his hands lingers on your skin. His fingers tug slightly at the rope to slip under and run down the length of your spine. Connected as the web hugging your body is, every tug increases and eases pressure somewhere on your body. Closing your eyes, you entrust yourself to him and let go.

It’s strangely meditative, in ways Baizhu told you it would be and you doubted it. His palm is warm against your body, chilled by the night air and with only the thin layer of clothes for protection. He caresses your body slowly, as if his touch was just another extension of the ropes.

Your mind is at peace. Thoughts finally stop to rush at neckbreaking pace, now only languidly wandering. They always turn back to your lover, to the tenderness with which he touches you.

Reaching your bare shoulder, his nails scratch slightly, only to add more sensation. They trail down your arm, light enough not to leave any trace but the goosebumps in their wake. When he runs his fingertips back up your arm, it makes you shiver.

You could fall asleep like this, even though it might be unwise. Your muscles and joints would protest, but they always say mind over matter, right? Maybe you’ll manage to persuade him to try one day. He’s always so helpful when you’re stretching, a necessary step before he ties you up, surely he’d enjoy it if that part of the process was longer and more thorough.

“Can you feel this?” he asks. His hand covers yours. It feels so, so warm.

“Yeah,” you flex your fingers, “But I’m getting stiff.”

“Your circulation is getting worse,” he chuckles, “I’ll let you go now.”

He works meticulously, as he always does. Your body blooms, or that’s the closest thing that comes to mind. Your blood rushes freely, the knots pushing against the right spots on your limbs and torso are released, like a new life sprouting from the ground. It turns you boneless and weak, barely learning how to function again. 

His golden eyes watch your every move. You feel them like the warm rays of the sun on your skin. Or perhaps it’s only his touch, soothing, caressing, with his hands, his lips, washing away the feeling of rope on your skin. Rewriting each and every dent to only be remembered as his mark on you. 

The thread is put aside, only Baizhu remains. You hear his heartbeat under your ear and blink up at him, confused at how you found yourself in this position. He provides no explanation, only kisses your forehead and pulls you closer again. 

Electricity’s buzzing under your skin, slowly fading into nothingness just like your consciousness. There’s no more worries or anxiety about what the next morning will bring. There’s only the faint scent of jasmine and his warmth.

[a1insk]

[sviteer]

Endmin, stay with me..

[akuunosuke]

i have 0 appropriate things to say

[mlem0817]

Evil >:)