Hello there, welcome to my blog! I reblog mostly things related to my current fandoms and post some of my own art. I speak some english however spanish is my first language, so you will see some posts in spanish from time to time.
Second day of nufu week: Post Prophecy reunion. This day was special for me because I suggested this theme and really wanted to portray it, but I aimed too high, so all I can show is a WIP for now
I recently hosted a Valentine's event on my server and decided to draw some Neuvifuri for the person I was paired with 🥰 I miss them so much I'd like to redo Fontaine in its entirety right now actually
AO3 ship statistics has the same problem as Spotify wrapped, and those stupid Books in a year wrapped.
Like besides the logistics of attaining the information for the AO3 wrapped thing being shown to be completely shit every year since I first heard of it. And it also constantly ignoring that AO3 is NOT the only place you can read, write, or even create fan works, especially if you think global fan communities.
It's the perfect example of "Stop acting as if Fandom activity is activism." People are using these statistics to talk about racism and misogyny in fandom. But it has shit all to do with it.
Someone writing their fave characters bumping uglies is not making a statement about the value of real people's ethnicities or sexualities. Someone writing certain dynamics that you don't like, does not invalidate their actual political activism and opinions.
Writing very one dimensional does not negate someone's want for equality.
It conflates the idea that anyone who primarily writes white M/M is a turbo racist misogynistic shitlord irl. As if writing POC and/or M/F F/F centric ships makes you inherently more politically progressive.
As if racists or misogynists couldn't be writing POC and/or M/F or F/F.
Just another type of Anti bullshit I guess. If you do or don't do something in fiction, you're a monster in real life.
Gonna cut you a slice of GoD while I work on wrapping up the sappy bits of the chapter (Not NSFW but penis is discussed briefly)
Furina blinked as the smell of fragrant flowers and freshly cut grass tickled her nose, opening her eyes to find that she was lying in the middle of a lush green glade.
Moving to cover herself, she found that she was already dressed in a simple gown, with Neuvillette or her bed nowhere to be seen. Opening her mouth, she tried to call out for him only to find that her voice didn't obey her, no matter how feverishly she cried out.
I'm dreaming, Furina realized.
"Yes, you are." Furina's head snapped around as a small, childish voice called to her from the other side of the glade. A swing hung from the boughs of a tree overlooking a pool and on it swung a girl of five or six, barefooted with her hair pulled into a messy ponytail off to one side.
"I'm sorry for reaching out like this," the girl said, barely looking up as Furina found herself next to her, not sure if she walked or if the dream had just shifted around her. "I would have come in person, but…things in Sumeru are busy."
Busy? Furina thought, flinching slightly as the girl turned to look at her. Something was unnerving about how the child looked at her. Perhaps it was the eyes; too old and too wise to belong to a girl her age.
"When is an Archon ever not busy?" The girl giggled, a strange smile creeping to her lips as Furina realized who she was talking to.
Lesser Lord Kusanali…
"I prefer Nahida…as you prefer Furina," Nahida replied, waving her hand overhead, Dendro energy dancing from her fingertips. A second swing lowered itself from the branches, and before Furina could properly register what was happening, she found herself seated on the larger swing, swaying back and forth in the breeze.
I don't think I've ever been on a swing before…
"You still haven't; this is just a dream, isn't it?" Nahida said, slowing to watch Furina swing. "I wanted to apologize for my people; that miserable little scholar caused some trouble for you, didn't he?"
Zandik…
"Yes…truly a vile person," Nahida said, nose wrinkling the way a child might turn their nose up at a plate of vegetables. "He wasn't with the detachment from the Akademiya, and certainly not acting on my orders to harm you or your people."
Furina shook her head, trying to think through the thick fog of the dream. How did you know about that?
"Dreams are my purview; usually only in Sumeru, but in your case…I have ways I can reach out to you," Nahida said, looking down in the pool. Furina followed her gaze and nearly fell out of her swing set as she found herself swinging above a vast chasm, a desert sprawling below. Sharp shards of abyssal energy rose out of the sands, each capable of skewering Furina should she fall.
"I never met Egeria…but her essence is part of Sumeru now," Nahida said, watching the sands ripple and shift until they turned into a vast sea of crystal blue water. "There is a sympathetic bond between the two of you that I used to meet you…I hope you don't mind."
Does it matter if I mind? Furina thought, feeling naked and exposed with another Archon rooting around her subconscious.
"That's an interesting question," Nahida said, tapping her chin. "Does what we want matter in the grand scheme of things? Or are we just actors playing our specific roles?"
Furina blinked, and she found herself standing on the stage of the Opera, looking up at a glittering blue sword that hung high above her head. Nahida balanced on the pommel, each step causing the blade to twitch and jerk as if dangling from a thin string.
"I suppose it matters to me," Nahida said with a small shrug. "Who we are is made of what we do, and I don't think I'm the kind of goddess who trespasses where she's not wanted…if you mind, I can go."
Furina was about to respond when she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror behind her. In her reflection's hand she could see a sword hanging over a smaller reflection beneath her. Looking up, Furina saw the stranger that looked so much like her raising the sword as if to strike.
"Although it looks like this dream is coming to an end," Nahida said as the edge of the sword streaked down towards Furina's face. "I wonder what it-"
Furina's eyes fluttered open, the girl's words fading as she woke with Neuvillette's breath tickling the back of her neck. As she shifted, she realized he had wound himself around her as she slept, arms possessively gripping her against his bare chest that rose and fell with soft snores that disappeared into her nest of messy curls.
Was that really the Dendro Archon? Furina thought. Or am I hallucinating about creepy cabbage children now?
Frankly, Furina found it very hard to care about meddling Archons when she was so close to Neuvillette that she could almost feel his heart beating. Little miss dream-girl would have to wait until Furina was over the fact that Neuvillette had made love to her the night before.
So probably another hundred years, Furina thought as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be cradled in her Sovereign's embrace. The clock read shortly before midnight; plenty of time to just enjoy the way Neuvillette fit against her before she had to rise and become Focalors again. For once, something had gone right and Furina was going to enjoy it, goddamnit. Years of fantasies had proved to be insufficient in the face of the raw, primordial force of Neuvillette's desire; he had crashed into her like a wave, pounding her into a weak, rubbery mess that had no intention of moving from her new favorite sleeping spot until the morning.
Her heart was committed to eight hours of uninterrupted snuggling…her bladder was not so cooperative.
Suppressing a small whine, Furina set about trying to escape Neuvillette's embrace without disturbing her lover's slumber. Moving slowly so as not to wake him, she gently peeled his arms off of her chest and stomach, scooching towards the edge of the mattress as quietly as she could.
"Mmm…" Neuvillette grumbled in his sleep, his arms snaking back around Furina's body and pulling her close to him before she could get very far.
Goodness…I didn't expect him to be so clingy, Furina thought with a small giggle. She tried again, studying his sleeping features as she slowly lifted one of his arms and-
"Mnn! Neuvillette grumbled a little more forcefully, gripping her tighter and shifting his shoulder so he effectively pinned her beneath his body.
I suppose that's what I get for trying to take a dragon's treasure away, Furina thought, gently nudging Neuvillette with her elbow. "Neuvillette…Neuvillette?"
"Mm…where are you going?" Neuvillette asked, taking a deep, lingering sniff of Furina's hair as he pulled her closer to him.
"Bathroom," Furina said, nuzzling his shoulder affectionately. "And I unfortunately need to get out of bed to do that."
"Mm…if you must," Neuvillette sighed, teeth grazing her shoulder as he released his grip. "Come back when you're finished…"
"Where else would I go?" Furina asked, stepping onto the floor with a wince. A whole day of running and other strenuous physical activity left Furina's out-of-shape legs trembling with each step to the bathroom, unclipping her garter belt and letting her stockings fall to the floor. It was good to know Neuvillette had his weak points, though judging by the way he pounced on her, she could have been wearing a sack and still ended the night thoroughly ravished. She caught a look at her disheveled appearance in the mirror, lips pink and skin dotted with round red marks where Neuvillette's mouth had attached itself. It was hard not to smile at reflection, shaking her hair as she felt more desirable than she had in ages.
All this mess might have been worth it if it led here, Furina thought, peering around the corner of the bathroom door to where Neuvillette lay reclining on the pillows, hair splayed out like silvery water. The thin blue sheet hung off his body, leaving most of his scales glittering in the lights they never bothered to turn off. One thigh was left bare and through the flimsy fabric Furina could count every rubbery little bump and spine along each of his two pricks
Plural, Furina thought with a devious grin as Neuvillette stirred in bed.
"Come here…" Neuvillette murmured sleepily, opening his eyes to see Furina peering around the door frame.
"Why do I feel like you're just going to pounce on me again if I do?" Furina asked, stepping around the edge of the door and watching his sleepy gaze sharpen at the sight of her naked body.
"Because I am," Neuvillette promised in a sleepy voice Furina was quickly growing to adore. "Of course…I'm also going to pounce on you if you stay over there."
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