#no blush

[sylure]

currently weirdly obsessed with looking like a corpse

[the-risk]

[thevampywolf]

You ever look at photos from when you first started wearing makeup and have a heart attack

[ponyofdark]

[not-strawbs-for-work]

More food for thought, dragging someone behind you on a leash means they crawl on their hands and knees or they get pushed there instead. Of course. No lower-being should dare look down upon their new owner.

of course.

[dcviated]

blushu meme || [ open ]

Make my muse blush. Do anything you can to do so, nothing is off limits. Do your worst~

Bonus points if you can do it without saying a single word

@babelmedicus sent: The absolute unpredictability of human nature. She took every challenge in stride. Only this time emerald optics scour Diluc's visage, lips slightly pursed. "You know, Master Diluc. It's always nice to see the dawn." Perhaps she won't say it outright. Perhaps the meaning of her words will be lost in translation. But Kal'tsit speaks on her own terms.

Don't ever lose that fire.

There is a burning intensity in Diluc's eyes even at the most casual of times. Whether he's working around the winery, fulfilling his duties to the wine guild, or handling errands in the city. Or, now, while sharing the vista from a nearby knoll that looked over the expanse of fields as the sun creeps over the horizon, kissing each blade of grass with a new day of sun.

When it's pulled away, there's a measure of curiosity- much like himself Kal'tsit was not one to waste their breath without needing to. It was an easily accepted and unspoken agreement- the sights before them were beautiful. Another day over Mondstadt that it's uncrowned king wished would be prosperous for all.

"Yes. It very much is, Kal'tsit." And so long as he continues his duties, he hopes it continues to stay that way.

[skin-slave]

Cry