#enjoy.....

[warlocx]

whats wrong with my dog😭🙏

[monocerros]

@serpenrex

liyue   is   as   warm   as   he   remembers,   the   people   as   effervescent,   and   the   streets   as   alive   with   prosperity   just   the   same   as   when   he'd   left   so   many   months   ago.   a   happy,   light-filled   place   -   alive   with   the   sounds   of   a   civilization   built   upon   the   back   of   a   god   who's   thirst   for   blood   had   rivaled   his   own   present   one.   perhaps   the   thought   was   blasphemous,   but   the   harbinger   had   long   since   stopped   caring   about   what   was   heresy   to   the   archons   and   what   wasn't.   how   could   he   truthfully   give   a   shit,   when   not   one   -   but   two   of   them   -      had   pulled   wool   so   thick   over   his   eyes   he   was   wiping   away   the   fibers   month   later.

originally,   he   had   thought   he'd   gotten   over   it.   what   was   the   point   in   stewing,   after   all?   he   was   but   a   blip   on   morax's   -   and   subsequently   zhongli's   -   long   lived   radar,   after   all.   even   childe,   who   lived   at   the   bottom   of   the   ocean,   who   drank   from   the   wheel   of   the   depthless   stars   that   was   the   abyss,   could   not   begin   to   fathom   what   went   through   an   archon's   head   -   especially   one   as   old   as   he.   so   childe   had   stopped   trying.   for   months.   and   months.   and   months.   he'd   slaughtered   his   way   across   battlefields,   killed   countless   enemies   of   the   tsarista,   stained   his   hands   even   more   red,   and   it   did   nothing   to   quell   the   fury   in   his   bones.

so   he   was   back   in   the   harbor   proper,   outside   the   funeral   parlor,   and   staring   into   familiar   golden   eyes.   

childe   is   a   predator.   usually   languid   and   free   in   movements,   he   is   wound   tight   here,   broad   shoulders   stiff   and   his   spine   ramrod   straight.   a   smirk   lilts   upon   the   edges   of   his   lips   -   but   it   doesn't   meet   his   eyes.   nothing   every   does,   yet   in   the   flicker   of   the   liyue's   warm   evening   glow   (gold,   so   much   gold,   it   makes   zhongli   look   resplendent),   they   look   especially   dead   -   the   bottomless   hues   a   weapon   of   their   own   accord.   he'd   barely   said   hello,   had   no   intent   of   making   small   talk,   he'd   simply   had   ekaterina   deliver   the   letter   to   the   parlor   proper   to   request   zhongli   meet   him   at   the   appointed   hour   and   now   that   said   hour   had   come,   childe   hadn't   lost   his   bravado   -   but   it   had   faded   into   something   more....   dangerous.

"   xiansheng.   "   he   murmurs   in   that   firm,   dulcet   tone.   they're   not   even   standing   that   close,   yet   it's   a   familiar   lover's   whisper,   as   hands   slip   into   the   pockets   of   his   uniform   pants   and   he   peers   at   the   elder   through   thick,   red   lashes.   "   i'd   like   to   make   a   contract.   "

[midnightlie]

Hi you are angel who makes mistakes sometimes. We love you very much and hope you are having a wonderful time right now. If not, then soon. Your existence will always be valid. Enjoy

oh my nights goin ok. did i do something wrong recently???? omg

[withlwolvesarchive]

Baseball game!

@accipitrinae liked ( x ) for a sketch.

[pc-98s]

a small collection of transparent mystic square yuukas for ur enjoyment

[writteninrain]

s0tc’s totally not goth oc, evelyn @s0tc

[tremolo-legato-suckas]

oh man, i should really draw today. what am i gonna draw? oh. that? i'm gonna draw dick air guitar? okay.