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[sourcewater]

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[unaplays]

Details of Neuvillette.

[daybreakrising]

@sourcewater: although now reunited, neuvillette realized that he knew very little about vautrin. his likes, dislikes . . . what little trinkets he might have lying around his home. it made him worry that the little surprise he concocted (with the help of the melusines) would be inadequate. what if he found it boring? would it fit with the general ambiance? at sedene's encouragement, neuvillette knocked on the door and once it opened, the iudex just got done smoothing out the wrinkles in his coat.

heavens, his cheeks warmed immediately at the sight of his beloved friend. one whose presence brought him joy in more ways than one. the dragon within purred in delight — being so close to vautrin simultaneously gave him confidence and swept it all away. "i apologize for the early intrusion, but i believe it to be preferable to notify you at your earliest convenience."

ah — still endearingly verbose.

"lady furina will be performing at the opera epiclese, and i procured two tickets for you and i to attend." high in the booths, where only they will occupy the small space. where neuvillette can intertwine clawed fingers with vautrin's — feel the warmth of human skin and the primordial sea. "if you cannot attend, i understand and . . ."

A visit from the Iudex was not something he had expected at this hour (though, really, who else would be knocking upon his door? beyond the melusines, he is still somewhat devoid of connections in this new world) - but it is a very welcome surprise indeed. Primordial eyes widen just a fraction in an automatic response to seeing that distractingly pretty face upon his doorstep, and it takes the former captain a moment to register that he is being spoken to.

When his mind finally catches up, a flood of warmth spreads deep in his chest, and his eyes soften with unrestrained fondness. Oh, how he wishes Neuvillette will never change. It would be a sad day indeed, in his eyes, should the Iudex ever alter the mannerisms of his speech. It is something so wholly Neuvillette that it would be like losing a piece of him entirely.

He knows him well enough to be patient, to wait for the purpose of his visit to be revealed in time. He presumes he is to be expected somewhere, for some as yet determined reason, which he assumes is of an official nature. He is yet to find his position in this new age - perhaps, then, Neuvillette is intending to find him work?

He couldn't be further from the truth.

Tickets to a performance. To attend... together.

There's an instant flush to the man's skin, a slight ripple in the primordial shimmer visible only to certain eyes. Though the quickening of his heart is known only to him, he cannot hide the rather more obvious hitch in his breath. "No-," the word leaps from his lips before he can form a full response.

"That is," he quickly adds, lest Neuvillette think he would dare to decline such an offer, "I am not otherwise engaged." When did his mouth become so dry? Archons, he is acting like some besotted teenager, fawning over the attention of their crush. "I..." A smile makes its way, unhindered, across his features. "I would very much like to attend with you, Neuvillette."

[sourcewater]

@hellhoundr: how easy it is to miss him - even if it's for half a day. how easy it is to be joyous too, that neuvillette had found at least a bit of time to himself in the wake of... everything. and how amusing, wriothesley thinks, that neuvillette procures him such an inordinately large amount of tea and... a legal codex carved into stone. it was all so charmingly neuvillette, the warden was painfully endeared. his only complaint was that he had not gotten a suspiciously sea monster shaped ladle - but he supposed he had the real thing, to a degree. they lay there in wriothesley's bed - basking in the after glow with sunglo tea growing cold upon his bedside table. still - the warden does not mind, peering down at the dragon pillowed against his naked chest and humming with no small amount of amusement. content, he was - to see neuvillette pleased, and it's made all the more clear by the way a rough and calloused hand gives a proprietary stroke along the base of the hydro sovereign's shimmering tail. " so let me get this straight, sweetness - " he continues his leisurely caress, familiarizing himself again with the feel of silken scales beneath his touch, " the geo archon avoided you the entire time you were in liyue and apparently is also... some sort of dragon? " the thought alone amuses him - if only because well... he does not envy the men and women who will be on the receiving end of neuvillette's judgement as a sovereign, no matter how gentle his soul might be. " and in between all of this... you managed to carve me a legal codex and make a... neuviladle? " a beat of silence, as wriothesley drags his finger now over a bruise at the iudex's hip, " my mate of many talents. "

𝐢𝐟  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲  𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚,  𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  never  visited  liyue.  work  in  fontaine  piled  on  his  desk  every  hour,  &  there  was  little  time  for  relaxation.  she  mentioned  it  as  a  thinly - veiled  suggestion  when  happening  upon  a  shipment  of  tea  from  qiaoying  village.  &  monsieur  neuvillette,  in  the  end,  left  fontaine’s  borders  for  the  first  time    ——    soaking  up  in  the  atmosphere  &  how  utterly  sublime  chenyu  vale’s  water  was.  life  flowed  in  abundance  &  he  could  immediately  discern  the  adeptial  influence.  perhaps  if  he  visited  at  another  time,  it  would  be  possible  to  meet  them.  his  own  trip  was  bountiful:  procuring  an  overwhelming  amount  of  tea  &  more  for  beloved  wriothesley.  call  it  a  habit  of  his:  dragons  must  care  for  their  mates,  yes?  it  meant  making  sure  they  were  stocked  up  on  sustenance.  double  since  the  duke  seldom  left  meropide.

that  was  where  neuvillette  is:  the  fortress,  tiredly  opening  lilac  eyes.  strong,  muscular  arms  wrapped  around  in  a  loving  embrace  &  a  hand  massaging  the  base  of  his  tail.  the  sovereign  purred,  low  &  deep,  &  he  looked  up  at  wriothesley  from  where  his  head  rested  on  the  man’s  well - endowed chest.

❝   he  is,   ❞      the  iudex  murmurs    ——    blinking  slowly.  he  could  truly  never  tear  his  gaze  away  from  him.  wriothesley  was  handsome,  incredibly  so,  &  debonair.  yet  it  never  overshadowed  the  absolute  adoration  he  possessed:  those  blue  eyes  like  water  under  sunlight.  neuvillette  could  not  help  but  chuckle:  a  brief,  light  sound.  his  horns  glowed    ——    reflecting  amusement,  but  also  the  love  they  shared  the  night  prior.      ❝   why  would  i  not?  i  wanted  to  give  you  a  suitable  souvenir,  and  with  this  region  of  liyue  being  known  for  its  tea, i seized the opportunity  . . .   ❞      he  bought  numerous  boxes  just  for  his  beloved.  the  stone  tablet  was  a  joke,  but  it  was  made  from  the  heart  nonetheless.  the  ladle  . . .  could  he  fashion  another  modeled  after  wriothesley?  he  could.  the  duke  reminded  him  of  a  large, fluffy dog  so  there  was  something  to  work  with.

hydro  sovereign  shudders:  tail  now  coiled  around  beloved’s  waist.

❝   mm  . . .   ❞      praise  from  him  made  neuvillette  blush    ——    it  never  fails.  for  why  should  he  hide  such  around  a  man  who  would  never  judge him?  lips  brush  wrio’s  neck,  jawline,  &  found  his  lips.  slow,  gentle  kiss  as  claws  rake  through  black  hair.      ❝   my  hound.  my  wriothesley.  my  husband - to - be.   ❞

[daybreakrising]

@sourcewater: In regards to gifts, Neuvillette preferred to deliver them with a hand - written note — absent of his presence. Yet with Vautrin, he wished to give it to him in person. Despite his old friend's (friend, they say . . .) predicament, the Iudex knew that birthdays were important to humankind. He only hoped his gift was up to Vautrin's standards.

Residing in a simple package with a brilliant blue - violet bow was a hairpin of matching color. And when Neuvillette hands it to him, there was a noticeable warmth to his cheeks that he simply could not get rid of. "It has been too long," he murmurs — the corners of his mouth upturned slightly, "so I have procured you a gift that I hope is to your tastes."

It takes him a moment to understand the significance of the gift. Spending four hundred years adrift in a timeless sea has certainly altered his perspective of the passing of days. It is only when he notices the smile - a rarity in itself, never without meaning - and hears the softly spoken words that he understands. His birthday.

"Oh." There's a flash of surprise across his features as he looks between his old friend and the gift held between them. "Is it really that day already?" The surprise softens then into warmth, and he accepts the package with an almost delicate kind of care. "You didn't have to..."

Though, he would be lying if he said the gesture didn't conjure a flutter in his chest, a sensation he is still too stubborn, too afraid, to acknowledge.

His fingertips toy with the bow, unable to avoid making the association with the man before him. His colours, he thinks, and the colours of the Primordial Sea. Their colours, now. "You remembered? After all this time?"

He can delay no longer, his curiosity as ever getting the better of him. He unwraps the package with the same care it was clearly wrapped with, gently lifts the lid of the box nestled within. He feels the breath catch in his throat as his eyes settle upon the hues of blue-violet within, and he lifts a gaze of matching colour to Neuvillette.

The sentiment is not lost on him. Were he to wear such colours, it would be an undeniable statement.

"It is a wonderful gift, Neuvillette." The box is cradled to his chest within one hand, the other reaching out towards the Iudex. There is no hesitation now, no tentative pause; fingers curl loosely, lightly, around a gloved hand, then grasp firmly, warmly.

He holds that primordial gaze with his own. "I shall wear it proudly."

[lucychanart]

my muse🩵

[cherkha]

Rest time

[begaydoalchemy]

i love you little fucked up french lizard

[daybreakrising]

He is so entirely unchanged. Were he not already aware of the great passage of time, Vautrin could have easily believed he had been gone only a few weeks - not centuries. He had always known Neuvillette was something other, an unspecified being separate to the humans of Fontaine. He heard the speculations, of course, but never put any stock into them. It didn't matter to him who or what Neuvillette was.

He was his friend. That was all that mattered.

Perhaps it is the time he's spent within the Primordial Sea, but there is almost a glow to the other's skin. It's not quite the same as the shimmer he can see upon his own, but... there is a similar energy to it.

"I know I am surely interrupting your busy schedule..." His old friend surely hasn't changed in that respect, either. His gaze flits, briefly, to the scattered paperwork now littering the floor, disordered, chaotic.

He shouldn't have sprung this on him. He should have had someone send word ahead, he should have-

"I am afraid it is a... complicated tale. I am still piecing it together myself, actually. But... your eyes do not deceive you. It is truly me." A hand presses to his heart, his expression honest and earnest. "A little changed, perhaps, a little lost - but still me."

There's an itch to reach for him, to lay a hand on his arm - in comfort? Reassurance? To prove that he is a living, breathing being and not some figment of the imagination? But he hesitates. They were friends, yes, but did they ever touch? He cannot recall a moment where they stepped beyond that professional boundary.

So he settles, instead, for taking a single step closer. "There is something I have to say-," there's a sudden urgency to his tone, a desperation in glittering eyes, "-about the trial, what I said to you. I- I did not mean it, Neuvillette, that anger... I wanted you to look impartial. It was the only way-,"

[sourcewater]

      his  tongue  weighed  heavily,  replaced  by  lead.  pain  seized  the  chief  justice’s  chest    ——    a  direct  consequence  of  mental  anguish  manifesting  itself  physically.  it  would  be  futile  to  maintain  this  impeccable,  up - on - high  visage  that  changed  little.  but  if      ‘   vautrin   ’      looked  closely,  there  were  faint  wrinkles  at  the  corners  of  violet - blue  eyes.  exhaustion  became  a  seemingly  permanent  fixture  over  neuvillette,  &  reuniting  with  this  anom    ——    vautrin,  simultaneously  energized  &  rendered  every  muscle  useless.  primordial  waters,  too,  contained  emotions.  he  was  vautrin,  &  the  walls  around  his  heart  crumbled.

“   . . .  i  see.   ”      oh  hydro  dragon,  my  hydro  dragon:  must  you  keep  up  this  facade?  his  old  friend  will  understand  the  lack  of  decorum,  yet  he  insisted  on  continuing  it.  without  a  spoken  word  neuvillette  bent  down  to  gather  the  scattered  paperwork    ——    arranging  each  parchment  &  file  into  a  neat  pile  atop  his  desk.  the  mention  of  past  regrets  made  him  pause:  hands  trembled  briefly,  only  to  quickly  calm  like  the  unpredictable  rain  now  hitting  the  window  from  outside.  when  the  iudex  turned  back  to  face  vautrin,  his  gaze  was  filled  with  sorrow:  that  lilac  color  &  blue  antennae  mingling  with  white  locks  dimmed.

      “   i  came  to  terms  with  it  long  ago,   ”      he  said quietly,  as  if  worried  his  old  friend  will  disperse  into  nothing.  these  words  were  spoken  plainly,  yet  a  complete  lie  to  himself.      “   did  meropide  treat  you  kindly?   ”      if  only  the  trial  went  differently  . . .  the  iudex’s  would  have  never  yearned  so  profoundly.

[bakemangocake]

Neuvillette ⚖🐲🌊

Hot take: I think the man is a little over-designed (don't hit me :')) so I drew him without his 5000 layers of clothing :D

[h4rbnger]

❛   unlike what you may be thinking , i am not here to discuss the false allegations placed on lyney.   ❜

@sourcewater liked for a starter !

[sourcewater]

      although  he  does  not  show  it,  neuvillette  was  glad  that  talk  of  lyney’s  tribulations  will  not  be  their  conversational  topic.      “   the  prophecy,  then?   ”

[micsmasmuses]

@sourcewater liked for a starter.

He can already feel his presence. Another dragon, obviously younger than him but it still makes the older one’s scales prickle out of nerves. He is within his territory yes, but only to visit a friend. He hopes he’s just not as territorial as he is. But now he’s face to face with him after being told that Furina isn’t around. Well… might as well try to get along right?

“Care to join me for some tea?”

[sourcewater]

      elegant  fingers  curled  around  a  goblet  of  water    ——    which,  undoubtedly,  must  look  ridiculous  with  a  visitor  before  him.  neuvillette  ignores  the  pinprick  sensation  at  his  neck:  bothersome  itches  whenever  he  is  around  another  dragon.  there  were  some  primal  instincts,  of  course,  that  he  could  not  ignore.  lilac  gaze  a vibrant glow;  the  low,  deep  yet brief rumble  from  his chest.  he  sets  down  precious  beverage  &  regards  the  funeral  consultant  nonetheless,  for  the  hydro  dragon  sovereign  is  not  one  to  be  uncouth  towards  a  guest.      “   tea  will  provide  adequate  repose.   ”      the  neat  piles  of  paperwork  on  the  desk  serve  as   testimony  to  his  position  as  the ruler of fontaine.  adjusting  gloves,  neuvillette  stood  up  from  his  chair  &  moved  around.

“   i  know  of  a  few  establishments,  unless  you  already  have  one  in  mind?   ”

[daybreakrising]

vautrin starter call | @sourcewater

As he stands before the Palais Mermonia, he wonders if perhaps he should have accepted the Duke's offer to host this meeting in his office within the Fortress.

But he had wanted to see the surface again, wanted to see this changed world with his own eyes - eyes that now shine with the primordial sea. He had declined the offer of an escort, too, wanting to take his time, to retrace old steps, relive old memories. Much of Fontaine is as he remembers - the architecture has not changed, even if some structures are new; the air smells the same, carries that fresh tang of the sea.

The people too, seem much the same upon the surface. They still laugh and gossip, still sweep the streets in their high fashion (has that changed, too?), still indulge in sweet treats and aromatic teas. The stark difference that throws him, that catches the breath in his throat-

Melusines. Melusines walk amongst the humans like they have always belonged there. They are greeted with friendly waves, warm smiles. The uniforms they wear are honoured, respected. He was warned of this by the Duke and his delightful Head Nurse, but he couldn't believe it until he saw it for himself.

There is a well of emotion building within his chest, at risk of spilling over as he finally finds himself before this painfully familiar building. He knows who he will find within and he suddenly finds himself rooted to the ground, unable to take that first step.

Four hundred years have passed since he last stepped through those doors.

He stands there long enough to earn a few peculiar glances from the gardes at the doors. He doesn't want to meet his old friend within the grasp of law enforcement - like the last time he saw him - and so he summons the strength he needs, and finally breaks through that boundary.

As much as it pains him, he ignores the Melusine who hurries after him as he approaches the office of the Iudex. He will apologise later, but he doesn't have an appointment and he cannot face being turned away now. Her insistent remarks fall on deaf ears as he pushes through the doors-

-his heart leaps into his throat. He is unchanged: of course he is. At the first glimpse of those eyes, he feels the tension he has carried from the Fortress lift. In this strange new world he has found himself in, here is his only constant.

"Hello, old friend."

[sourcewater]

      neuvillette  was  focused  on  reading  a  case  file  when  commotion in  the  hall  made  him  pause.  displeased  citizens  looking  for  answers    (    whose  rancor  do  not  last  long    )    or  someone  audacious  enough  to  attempt  an  attack  on  an  individual  within  palais  mermonia.  officer  sedene  usually  takes  care  of  issues,  but  what  was  concerning  is  the  lack  of  such  . . .  &  footsteps  quickly approaching  his  office  door with indiscernible intent. strange indeed.

so  he  prepared  himself,  even  though  his  elegant  form  not  once  moved  from  its  spot  on  the  chair - behind - desk.  but  who  walked  in    ——    an  old  friend  long - since  dead;  an  entity  wearing  his  face,  was  greeted  with  an  expression  that  could  only  be  described  as  bewildered,  haunted.  curious,  undoubtedly,  as  if  he  were  hallucinating,  but  emotions  have  already  burst  forth.  despite  neuvillette’s  endeavor  to  maintain  control  over  them,  he  failed.  unaware  of  his  own  movements,  the  hydro  sovereign  realized  he  now  stood  directly  before  vautrin    ——    important  work  dropped  on  the  floor, sharp inhale of breath.

      “   is  this  . . .   ”

what  flowed  through  him  was  life  itself,  but  a  peculiar  saltiness  lingered  in  the  air.  those  eyes  gave  it  away  &  concern  fixed  itself  on    (    typically    )    tranquil  expression.  a  clawed  hand  trembles,  &  neuvillette  tries  to  calm  it  down.

            “   y - you  . . .   ”

      vautrin.  vautrin.  vautrin.  but  he  dares  not  utter  his  name,  less  this  illusion  will  ebb. lilac gaze is cast aside: thoughts running rampant & heart heavy.

[csialarchived]

@sourcewater // STARTER CALL.

It had been a bold move to stray so far from Liyue's waters, and yet he does not regret it. At least here he cannot sense the thrum of geo that lingers in every rock of Liyue, nor feel the apprehension that he may be discovered by the last yaksha prowling to continue his lord's mission. No, here in Fontaine, Osial can enjoy waters anew without those presences.

Though that does not mean he can abandon caution. There is power here, a great one, as the nation has witnessed.

He stands behind the Palais Mermonia gaze cast upon the waters beyond and feeling the life out there that thrums beneath the surface. The exapanse before him is settling, grounding in a way that calms him, at least until he feels the presence that steps into his proximity.

"I wondered how long it would take until I remained alone within this domain..." A turn of the head fixes vivid cerulean upon the other, the Iudex of Fontaine so he has heard. For a moment skin ripples, a blush of blue swimming across before it resumes the hue of his human vessel.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" The smirk that lingers on his lips says he already knows the answer. It would be foolish for any to let him roam unattended in their realm after all.

[sourcewater]

      if  he  were  to  describe  this  sensation,  it  was  like  every  cell  in  his  body  spread  out  like  a  spider  web    ——    hearing,  seeing,  thinking.  this  allows  neuvillette  to  keep  an  ever - watchful  eye  over  fontaine  as  its  draconian  ruler,  but  he  was  not  omniscient  by  any  means.  consequently  it  opened  him  up  to  a  deluge  of  emotions  from  the  waters:  in  the  air,  land  &  sea.  thus  he  typically  navigates  like  a  normal  citizen:  oblivious,  with  curiosity  weighed  in  every  step.

but  there  was  . . .  something  behind  palais  mermonia.  an  entity  he  could  sense:  calm  yet  dangerous.  the  nation  had  just  barely  started  to heal:  as  its  ruler,  it  fell  on  his  shoulders  to  investigate.  his  presence  was  announced  by  the  tap,  tap  of  a  hydro - infused  cane  &  a  soft  voice  that  flowed  like  water.

      “   is  it  not  custom  to  introduce  yourself  first  in  accordance  with  where  you  are  from?   ”      violet,  sovereign  gaze  shimmered  with  power    ——    as  did  the  being  before  him.  neuvillette  does  not  attack  unless  provoked,  however,  &  he  was  above  letting  his  emotions  falter  so  easily.  for  once  blue - white  scales  were  on  display  &  they  were  luminescent  under  sunlight.  ripples  upon  their  surface  as if  he  can  change  forms  instantly.      “   fontaine  is recovering  from  a  great  flood.  forgive  me  for  lack  of  pleasant  accommodations.   ”

[sourcewater]

@dualisume: Well it's his birthday that's for sure, && Furina with the melusines had conducted a full proof plan on how to surprise the iudex , just like she always has done on his birthday this past 500 years, this time however, it was much more simpler && less grandeur compared to the past -- since after all this is her surprise to neuvilette as furina && not the archon she used to be. So when the melusine's had made sure to send him into a short break . Furina had decorated his office with blue and white birthday decorations. On the middle of his table , a cake that was made by yours truly, which is furina && a jug of water from the oasis of sumeru that she bought from a local sumerian merchant. Once the door knob started to fiddle and the door open, farina popped the surprise party popper before singing. " joyeux anniversaire à toi , monsieur neuvillette ~ "

      let  it  be  known  his  awareness  of  certain  social  norms  was  nonexistent,  &  even  though  he  was  learning  there  were  situations  that  neuvillette  failed  to  properly  discern.  officer  sedene  came  into  the  office  a  couple  hours  ago    ——    expressing  her  concern  over  his  lack  of  repose,  &  the  iudex  could  not  help  but  listen.  even  though  he  acquired  more  responsibility  as  now - ruler  of  fontaine,  the  workload  was  already  beginning  to  wear  him  down.  no  one  else  knew,  however,  for  he  wore  an  indomitable  front.  leave  it  to  a  melusine’s  enhanced  sight  gleaning  an  underlying  problem  brewing  inside  him.

when  he  was      ‘   allowed   ’      back  inside    (    strange  . . .  to  be  not  allowed  into  his  office  for  an  even  more  prolonged  period  of  time    ),    the  decorations  strewn  about  bewildered  him  at  first.  then,  draconic  gaze  lowers  to  furina,  the  party  popper  in  her hands,  cake  +  water  jug  . . .      “   furina  . . .   ”      this  celebration  should  be  for  her    ——    a  human  with  godly  willpower,  in  honor  of  the  sacrifices  she  made.  he could  hardly  matched  her  resilience.  maybe  this  was  the  former archon’s  way  of  integrating  back  into  human normalcy.

      “   your  generosity  knows  no  bounds.   ”

neuvillette  smiles faintly  as  he  finally  closed  the  door  behind  him. one day she will be repaid, otherwise the effort put into this shows that furina will not take refusal / humbleness as a response. so shall the chief justice eat cake.

[rpsourcedmemes]

We all make mistakes in RP, reblog if it’s okay for your partners to politely message you if you have missed one of their rules or made a mistake about their character’s information

[sourcewater]

—— 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): red, black, white, grey. basically wriothesley. earthy colors.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): cherries, pineapples, strawberries, mango, oranges, vanilla, matcha, ube. the sauce made for chicken adobo, salt & vinegar chips. spicy foods.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: anything that has a good beat. slow vocals are a no - go for me unless the music in the background makes up for it.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): lord of the rings & train to busan.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: lord of the rings (who would have thought lmao).

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: a soundtrack from ffxiv! the first phase of the shiva trial.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: same answer as below.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: sadly i cannot recall. i've stopped watching movies since forever.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: i am trying to get back into reading to no avail. it is difficult when there is a lack of motivation, but i like a song of ice and fire and les misérables.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: getting through the ffxiv msq, working on a hsr oc & a couple ffxiv ocs in the works.

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