#bluu speaks

[clearbluuwater]

Gigi is not giving...

#bluu speaks #met gala #gigi hadid

[bluebyby]

god im so sorry for not checking in more often SOB

#bluu speaks

[weaselishmcdiesel]

gently hands you this. consolation boob

i hope this is ok for me to say but im putting him in my fucking mouth and never ever ever letting him out

#THANK YOU BLUU. IT'S NOT WHAT WE DESERVE BUT IT'S WHAT WE NEED;;;;; THANKYOU;;; #ART #HC #MUMBOPOSTING #ASKS! #WEASEL SPEAKS #DFJKHASDF SWEATING....... RED HAIR....... UWA.....

[bidoofenergy]

UM UM 14. bruised / kissed with solidaritek if u Want

sometimes i think about how tango summoned a warden to fuck with everyone else and lose my mind a little.. enjoy

prompt list

(445 words)

After all the excitement—the running, the thrill of the others’ fear, the warden falling, Scar and Grian nearly dying—Jimmy takes one look at Tango swaying on his feet and decides it’s time for them to go inside. He pushes Tango gently towards their finished ranch and then herds everyone else off their property. The drama is done for the day and, since they can’t interrogate Tango for the details of his madness, they all leave easily.

When Jimmy enters their house, Tango is slumped against the furnace, eating a piece of steak with his eyes half-closed. Still, he visibly brightens when Jimmy enters. Jimmy feels a rush of fondness for this man, pressed against the crackling furnace to absorb as much of its heat as he can. He’s got one boot off and Jimmy kneels down to unlace the other.

“No, you don’t gotta—” Tango starts, his mouth still full, but Jimmy waves him off. He knows Tango did something to his leg underground. His own ankle twinges as he loosens Tango’s boot. Jimmy gently slides the boot off and is relieved to see nothing swollen. Tango slowly rotates his foot one way and then the other before offering Jimmy a thumbs up. “Nothing’s broken,” he says with a tired smile. He’s finished the steak now and moves away from the furnace to peel off his dusty outer layers. Jimmy sits on his heels and watches quietly.

Tango collapses on their bed, undressed, still within arms reach of Jimmy. “Are you hurt?” Jimmy asks, like he can’t feel every ache in Tango’s body, every scrape and bruise. Tango shrugs. Jimmy shuffles forwards on his knees. He gently takes Tango’s hands, the body part he felt get hurt the most throughout the day, and inspects them. Tango’s knuckles are scraped up. A callus on one of his fingers has ripped, from his pickaxe. There’s a bruise blooming on his wrist. Jimmy presses a kiss to it, before he can think better of it. Then, for good measure, he kisses Tango’s other wrist. “Thank you,” he says, holding eye contact with Tango who suddenly looks more awake, face flushed and flame-hair crackling.

“Thank you,” Jimmy repeats. “What you did with the warden—you’re incredible.”

“He didn’t get to kill anyone.” Tango mutters bitterly. “Not a super helpful use of my time, really.”

Jimmy shakes his head. “Still, that was incredible. You’re amazing.” He presses another kiss to the bruise on Tango’s wrist.

Tango looks unmoored. He clutches Jimmy’s hands tighter, like they’re his only anchor. “It was for you,” he says hoarsely. “You have to—you’ve gotta get it: it was all for you.”

#oooh you wanna send me a prompt off that list so bad #trafficshipping #team rancher #double life smp #solideritek #jimmy solidarity #tangotek #tango tek #my fic #i really like this fic .. i think i managed to get tango's speaking patterns #now did i get both prompts ? yes. did i get them well? next question #bluuscreen #thank you for the prompt bluu <3 #double life

[rene-is-an-insomniac]

What we used to be

Written before 4.0 Update Based off an old theory I had about Freminet Based off old theory where all 3 were biologically related, and Freminet wasn't apart of the Fatui. Hurt no Comfort supposed to be bittersweet Not canon frem Kinda written as Yuri Briar backstory in a way ( this was by complete accident)

"Hello, Lynette?" Yes, I have time; I'm not too busy right now. I'll be there right away." As it opens halfway, the light blue door creaks.

Dressed casually, Lyney stood next to it, appearing ready to go. A shocked expression makes his way on his face as he stares at Freminet.

Freminet's first memories of his older brother were from their time together in the orphanage. He has no recollection of their birth parents or the day they were placed in the orphanage.

He recalls his older brother as being friendly and welcoming. His older brother used to put on fake magic performances that always ended with someone stealing someone's toy.

Lyney, his rebellious brother, would often smuggle them outdoors to catch a late show at the adjacent circus.

The orphanage had been calm until the event. Lynette, as far as he recalls, has always had difficulty expressing feelings due to the amount of "trauma" she's been subjected to. Lyney used to tell her to smile and play with him.

"That's all for Lyney's magic show!" The young blonde in his cape stumbled off the stage. As he bowed, the children in the audience applauded.

"How was my performance?" He softly stroked his knuckle on Freminet's head, messing up his hair a little.

"Lyney, stop, you're going to mess up his hair." From his past, a young girl's happy voice resonated.

"Lynette, his hair is fine." He played with his hat while leaning down in front of Freminet. Standing, he took a step back, his hands in the shape of a square.

"Perfect!" He smiled cheerfully doing a small dance. Freminet senses the hatred being adjusted on his head, only for it to fall over his eyes.

"It looks a little too big for him right now."

"He'll get used to it." Oh, I know, the three of us should put on a magic show." Before speaking again, he hears his sister hum quietly.

"Two 8 year olds and a toddler, what a magic show this will be." She scoffs and messes with his hair in response.

"I can be the ring leader Lyney, you can be my dear assistant and Freminet can be… Pengy!" His sister sneered and yanked the hat off his head, smacking Lyney in the face with it.

"Don't give our little brother a dumb name."

"What he's a penguin think about it?" He recalls them arguing and Lyney fleeing with him for a short while.

When Lyney turned 13, things began to change, and their familial tie began to deteriorate. Things never went back to the way they were before.

"Frem. I'm sorry I have to run errands with Lyn right away, you understand?" This was typically his explanation when he and Lynette went out for extended periods of time. Lyney's layered clothing beneath his shirt were confirmation of this.

"I promise I'll make it back for your diving competition." Before leaving, he offers the youngster a slight apologetic glance.

Things had been going south ever since that woman showed interest in Lyney. His loving sister began to act almost robotically, no longer offering that soothing comfort. While his older sibling still performed his magic tricks, they had to be flawless. He changed from being carefree and mischievous to being overworked.

Lyney began to ignore him, only communicating with him for housekeeping and matters pertaining to his education or health. His older sister refused to speak to him. Almost always remaining silent, letting Lyney to lead the discussion and make judgments.

Their once-warm home now feels deserted.

Taglist @watatsumiis @tavvattales @bluu-m0on @leftdestiny-posts @iruiji @pochipop @mellowwillowy @endlessmari @malleux

#genshin impact #genshin fic #freminet angst #genshin lyney #freminet isnt fatui #fontaine siblings au #hurt no comfort #no happy ending #yuri briar backstory in a way #rene genshin fics

[unfoldingrose]

Thyroid::Throat ChakraKan Fairytale Visualization

Views from Hydriot, the Thyroid

CLICK ALL LINKS, HILIGHTED BLUU

Origin: the Islands of Hydra

Hydriot’s topography stretches East & West. Its borders fan themselves outward. causing a concave isthmus to form in the middle of the land. From a bird’s eye view, Hydriot appears as the glyph “H”, an Hourglass turned sideways, or as a Minoan shield.

Hydriot’s Eastern and Western borders wrap around the one of the main wind trains within the Universal Wind System; The Trachea. The Trachea is a free-flowing train for Air passengers traveling to Inhale or Exhale. Accompanying the Trachea is a junction, The Lair of Nyx (aka Larynx or Voice Box), which sits North atop the Trachea tracks, carrying the Voices. And most importantly, there is the Fire Nyx (Pharynx)- a busy, crowded, hot subway, spearheading the entire wind system. Fire Nyx bustles from below the Lair of Nyx and Trachea, loading and delivering its passengers into other systems. These Wind Trains are on and poppin 24/7, filling Hydriot with soft echoes of clicks, crescendos, decrescendos, drips…

…hums, laughter, singing, swallows…

whispers, and whistles…

They set the tone from beyond, all throughout the land.

Unbeknownst to passengers, Hydriot sets the tone for them too- responding as subtle & felt as the pitter patter of butterfly wings…

Hydriot is even tempered, humid, and windy- of course. The Fire Nyx seems to have no effect on the temperature, and any lingering heat from the Wind Trains is cooled by Hydriot’s atmosphere. The land is rich, home to grasslands and old growth forest, moistened by bordering Rivers (Vagus, Sympathetic Nerves, Thyroid Arteries, Laryngeal Nerves) that innervate the land. Throughout, one may find evidence of a time when Hydriot was once a deep underwater island, overrun with Hagfish, ruled by Darkness.

Hydriot receives light from a few sources. Its main source is a glowing, royal blue Pyramid (Pyramidal Lobe). This pyramid emerges from a narrow land strip called the Brink. The Brink stems out north from Hydriot’s isthmus, and meets mysterious ends. How the Pyramid got to the tip of the Brink puzzles spectators, but Hydriot’s People know the Pyramid is a relic from the Genesis of their world. Sometimes the inhabitants of Hydriot can see the Pyramid in the horizon. Other times, the Pyramid hides its face from all. Regardless of its ambiguity, the Pyramid’s light colors and gradiates Hydriot’s skies.

Hydriot’s sky may be unlike any other sky that you have ever seen. It is several shades of blue like our Earthly skies, yet it is cloudless, and textured. If you were to touch the sky of Hydriot, it would feel like clusters of slightly deflated balloons, or rows of bulbous, ovular grapes. Sacks filled with a clear, viscous fluid. Legend states that this textured sky is called Follicula; described as the Prima Ovara or ‘The First Ovary.’

The other light sources emanate from four thin, flat Orbs (Parathyroid glands) suspended in the Four Corners of Follicula. These Orbs generate light from within its structure, much like the Pyramid- and luminate the clear fluid held in Follicula…It’s a sky you can see right through. Translucent. Blue. Much like me. Much like you.

Outside the walls of Hydriot’s Follicular sky is the Universal Weaving (Pretracheal Fascia) that maintains both Hydriot’s anchoring in Space, and connection to the Wind Trains.

Queen Thyra & The Gods

Queen Thyra is a tall and slim lady, with a calm, sweet disposition. She is known amongst the People for Her sharp intellect, and is respected for Her unwavering commitment to Balance.

Her fingers are long, carrying a peculiar artistry in its movements. Her gait is regal, and rhythmic. She rarely uses words to speak, and prefers to communicate through the pitter patter of Her butterfly wings….

All Queen Thyra has to do to in order to speak is flutter. Everyone in Her Queendom will know exactly what She is saying.

In the event Queen Thyra has to use her speaking voice, that means something is really, really wrong (a frog in your throat)…

…or something is really *really* right (giggles, singing & moans).

Her skin, just like the rest of Hydriot’s People, is milky blue. Think of blueberry milk- creamy, glassy, and smooth. She is adorned in a floor length flowing gown, embroidered with iodine crystals. Thyra’s straight, spruce blue hair is so long, it seems to disappears after a while. She uses Kelp twine to keep it all together.

Queen Thyra’s almond, hooded eyes are large, glistening, and of a 4AM hue. Those intense, steady eyes yield power bestowed from the Gods. They grant Queen Thyra the ability to use both Silence & Sound to See. Whenever Her eyes are sparked with the Pyramid or Orb’s light, they glimmer as an abalone shell when met with Sun. Flecks of iridescence & gold flash you lightning fast. The minute you spot the gold in her eye, the dark, cool blue envelops it over again. Lore says Her gold glimmers are secret messages from & to the Sacral Region- a faraway land held oh so close if you catch Her drift.

She has no set castle, and opts to roam Her territory unrestricted. One may find Her interacting with her People to cultivate openness, and trust between them. The People on Her small land are hardworking, and She nurtures them with the iodine crystals from her dress, and the minerals that fall from her Kelp hair piece. Queen Thyra can also be seen reading ancient inscriptions carved into Orbs of the Four Corners, or communing with the River Sirens housed in the deep innervating Rivers of Hydriot.

The Gods of Hydriot are Goddess Hypothalama, and Goddess Pituita. They have tasked Queen Thyra with countless responsibilities. She is constantly under their precise timing (thyrotropin-releasing/thyroid stimulating hormone secretion), and surveillance. If she is overwhelmed or underwhelmed by their demands, the various axes (alliances) of the Universe go haywire.

In order to do what Honor requires of Her, Queen Thyra must exist in a meditative state. The Presence of meditation allows Her to make Changes (metabolism) according to the Data She receives from inside and outside the Universe. Her meditation gives Her the fuel (thyroxine (T4) and triiodothyronine (T3)) to determine the rate of Change and Temperature within the Universe. Without Change, there is no Movement. Without Movement, there is no Heat, without Heat, there is no Life, and without Life, there is only Rot.

She sets the rate of Music (heart beat), aids the Liver Kingdom, oversees the growth of the young (embryonic & child development), facilitates Calm (cognitive & mood) throughout the Universe, and so much more.

There are some Beings that are enemies to Queen Thyra and Hydriot…

Lord Stress, Queen Deceit and Her Dukes of Self-Repression- to name a few.

[See How Queen Thyra and Her People guard themselves in part 2]

#text #writing #my writing #my words #biological storytelling #fairytale #folktale #anatomy

[codgod-moved]

Hope u have a good day bluu!!! Sending you my energy

thank u i am draining ur life force as we speak <3

#.asks #/j. obviously #i’m actually very tired and probably going to go to bed soon #so i’m a little incoherent #yes it is 7am here. this is my life

[bluuxriising]

Sometimes at night, Bluu will hear a crying infant and notice that it's the exact same sequence of sounds every time she hears it. Whenever she hears that cry, she'll pull down the blinds and lock herself upstairs in her bedroom with Samson, rifle at the ready. The creature outside her cottage making those sounds is far more terrifying and just as devious.

She knows what it is, but is forbidden to speak it’s name. All she can do is pray that it doesn’t slip past her runes and break into her house.

#FRACTURED MOONLIGHT ON THE SEA II * HEADCANONS #sometimes the things that visit her cottage at night are scarier

[shslpunkartist99]

I don't know much about Punk Olivia/Bluu, but she already sounds like she's just as adorable as regular Olivia!

And speaking of Olivia, remember Oliver? 1) is there a Punk Oliver by any chance? and 2) I HOPE WE'LL BE ABLE TO SEE OLIVER AGAIN ONE DAY! AS SOMEONE GENDERFLUID WITH TWO PERSONAS LIKE THE SWEETIE, IT MAKES ME FEEL SO VALID TO KNOW I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE! 🌟

Olivia will always be a precious baby, no matter the verse (even as a Punk)

I SHOULD draw Oliver more! I love drawing him. I just need more outfit ideas for him cuz I end up putting him in that vest/suit a lot (which I like doing, but I worry it might be redundant)

Punk Oliver will be a thing as well. He can be... Snuu... shit I'm bad--

#kinda want it to be another --uu name to match #it sounds silly but they're the adorable factor of the Punks #Cuu? Luu? Puu no not that

[escapedartgeek]

“ it’s alright. you take your time… i’m gonna be right here whenever you want to talk, okay? “

There were moments where Zora found themselves unable to form words. When the sensation of trying to articulate whatever they were thinking, what they were experiencing just felt like so much more effort than they were able to give.

They didn't know what was happening with them during times like this but they knew it happened. And somewhat regularly. Perhaps a result of just the constant dissonance and disconnection that they felt despite their own ongoing efforts taking a toll on them.

Maybe they were just tired.

But this felt like more than that. This felt closer to the need to unravel for a while. To not be in a form where people would expect them to be comprehensible. They're not sure. But it felt a little closer to that.

Hearing Bluu speak of Zora taking their time, their face slowly shifted over to glance at her. Having a nod.

"I.. I think I might need a little time alone or ... or at least for you to look away for a moment."

#asks #ic #bluuxriising

[clearbluuwater]

HILLARY CLINTON???

#lmaooooo #The USA is such a joke #bluu speaks #met gala

[bluebyby]

♣ hello! im bluu! im a multifandom artist that focuses mainly on undertale! my pronouns are they/them, but i don't mind he/him and she/her!

♥ my twitter!

♥ my carrd!

♥ my kofi!

♥ my instagram!

#intro #important #bluu speaks

[weaselishmcdiesel]

weasel i am fucking devastated. mimbo jimbo :(

on the bright side i remembered i promised to draw u mumbo titties so now i’m doing that because it’s also making me feel better LOL

:,)) yknow,, mumbo may have lost the war, but he lives within us, his scribes his artists his authors, and all his disciples all the same. he's alive in everything we do :))

#catch me deifying mumbo after this #im going to be dramatic it's my only consolation #askdfjahsdf #weasel speaks #asks! #bluu... im so fucking sorry.....

[prince-opossum]

💙💙💙 I wasn’t kidding

YES ty for the blue <3 and some blu to you, if needed :] 💙💙💙

#salmon speaks #bluu #:>

[ravusnightblossom]

ooc;  Alright, the primary wave of tag redoing/replacing is done. The master list is below if anyone needs to retrack or reblacklist anything!  I’ll miss my aesthetics, but accessibility is more important.

⚔♛⚔ — Dirty Little Prince  to  (Dirty Little Prince)     Note: (unsafe for tumbles) is also the n. s. .f. w. tag on this blog. The above one is primarily for “intimate” things.

⚔♛⚔ — ooc; “Mun speaks!”  to   (ooc; “Mun speaks!”)

⚔♛⚔ — ooc; The Adventures of Murphy  to  (ooc; The Adventures of Murphy)

⚔♛⚔ — queue; “until we meet again.” to  (Queue; “Until we meet again.”)

⚔♛⚔ — Musings to  (Musings)

⚔♛⚔ — Memes  to  (Memes)

⚔♛⚔ — Self Imagery; Beautiful Disaster  to  (Self Imagery; Beautiful Disaster)

⚔♛⚔ — Aesthetic  to  (Aesthetic)

⚔♛⚔ — Asks; “That will be quite enough!”  to  (Asks; “That will be quite enough!”)

⚔♛⚔ — Meme Replies  to  (Meme Replies)

⚔♛⚔ — Headcanons to (Headcanons)

⚔♛⚔ — Romance aesthetic; Lead me to the light  to  (Romance aesthetic; Lead me to the light)

⚔♛⚔ — Dash Banter  to  (Dash Banter)

⚔♛⚔ — Error - 401 : Unauthorized {mobile messages}    to  Error - 401 : Unauthorized {mobile messages}

⚔♛⚔ — Crack; “You're slipping.”  to  Crack; “You're slipping.”

⚔♛⚔ —  Dash Commentary; “Spare me...”  to  Dash Commentary; “Spare me...”

⚔♛⚔ — The Oracle Sister ║ Lunafreya  to  The Oracle Sister | Lunafreya

⚔♛⚔ — The Chancellor ║ Ardyn  to  The Chancellor | Ardyn

⚔♛⚔ — The Prince's Shield ║ Lysander  to  The Prince's Shield | Lysander

⚔♛⚔ — The Chosen One ║ Noctis  to  The Chosen One | Noctis

⚔♛⚔ — The Champion ║ Hawke  to  The Champion | Hawke

⚔♛⚔ — The Seeker ║ Cassandra  to  The Seeker | Cassandra

⚔♛⚔ — The Priestess ║ Amari to  The Priestess | Amari

⚔♛⚔ — The Lioness ║ Cersei  to  The Lioness | Cersei

⚔♛⚔ — The Sea ║ Bluu  to  The Sea | Bluu

⚔♛⚔ — The Warden Queen ║ Avery  to  The Warden Queen | Avery

⚔♛⚔ — The Assassin ║ Zevran to  The Assassin | Zevran

⚔♛⚔ — The Advisor ║ Ignis  to  The Advisor | Ignis

⚔♛⚔ — The Dragoon ║ Aranea  to  The Dragoon | Aranea

⚔♛⚔ — The Flower ║ Aerith to  The Flower | Aerith

⚔♛⚔ — Mother Knows Best ║ Sylva  to  Mother Knows Best | Sylva

⚔♛⚔ — The Martyr ║ Nyx  to  The Martyr | Nyx

⚔♛⚔ — The Fighter ║ Tifa  to  The Fighter | Tifa

⚔♛⚔ — The Little Prince ║ Novus to  The Little Prince | Novus

⚔♛⚔ — The Lion Prince ║ Simba  to  The Lion Prince | Simba

⚔♛⚔ — Chasing truffles ║ Desmond  to  Chasing truffles | Desmond

⚔♛⚔ — Pspspspsps ║ Lexus  to  Pspspspsps | Lexus

⚔♛⚔ — The King of the North ║ Robb Stark  to  The King of the North | Robb Stark

⚔♛⚔ — The General ║ Loqi  to  The General | Loqi

⚔♛⚔ — First Pup Of Tenebrae ║ Nero to  First Pup Of Tenebrae | Nero

⚔♛⚔ — The Harbinger ║ Chaos  to  The Harbinger | Chaos

⚔♛⚔ — The Rose ║ Margaery  to  The Rose | Margaery

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; FFXV  to  Verse; FFXV

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; The Hidden Prince {ASoIaF}  to  Verse; The Hidden Prince {ASoIaF}

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Into The Breach  to  Verse; Into The Breach

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; The Swordsman's Oath {ASoIaF}  to  Verse; The Swordsman's Oath {ASoIaF}

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Sovereign of the Sound {ASoIaF}  to  Verse; Sovereign of the Sound {ASoIaF}

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; A Templar's Obligation  to  Verse; A Templar's Obligation

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; The Selkie King  to  Verse; The Selkie King

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Tenebrae Reborn  to  Verse; Tenebrae Reborn

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Tenebrae Rising  to  Verse; Tenebrae Rising

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Modern Dance  to  Verse; Modern Dance

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Daemonic Tendencies  to  Verse; Daemonic Tendencies

⚔♛⚔ — verse; Fenestala / Pre-Main Game to  Verse; Fenestala / Pre-Main Game

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; World of Ruin  to  Verse; World of Ruin

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; FF7  to  Verse; FF7

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Meeting of Kings  to  Verse; Meeting of Kings

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; FFXIV  to  Verse; FFXIV

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Party Prattle - FFXV to  Verse; Party Prattle - FFXV

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Altered Fates  to  Verse; Altered Fates

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; History Rewritten to  Verse; History Rewritten

⚔♛⚔ — Verse; Versus XIII  to  Verse; Versus XIII

〘You Will Never Be Forgotten With Me By Your Side ❣ dragcnlxrd〙  to (You Will Never Be Forgotten With Me By Your Side :: dragcnlxrd)

〘I’ll Keep You Safe; You Keep Me Wild ❣ dragcnlxrd〙 to   (I’ll Keep You Safe; You Keep Me Wild :: dragcnlxrd)

〘Your Arms Feel Like Home ❣ kaaras-adaar〙 to  (Your Arms Feel Like Home :: kaaras-adaar)

〘Fractured Moonlight On The Sea ❣ intothewildsea〙 to  (Fractured Moonlight On The Sea :: intothewildsea)

〘I Lost My Halo To Your Renegade ❣ inimiicus〙  to  (I Lost My Halo To Your Renegade :: inimiicus)

〘You've Been The Only Thing That's Right ❣ topmechaniic〙  to  (You've Been The Only Thing That's Right :: topmechaniic)

〘That's The Beauty Of A Secret ❣ strictomiles〙  to  (That's The Beauty Of A Secret :: strictomiles)

〘You Make Me Smile; Please Stay For A While ❣ battleshot〙  to  (You Make Me Smile; Please Stay For A While :: battleshot)

〘The Fire In Your Soul Sets My Heart Ablaze ❣ lastxdragon〙 to (The Fire In Your Soul Sets My Heart Ablaze :: lastxdragon)

〘I Could Open Up The Sky ❣ Zack Fair / the-nexus〙  to  (I Could Open Up The Sky :: Zack Fair / the-nexus)

〘Right In Front Of Me ❣ origami-assassin〙 to (Right In Front Of Me :: origami-assassin)

〘Every Vow You Break ❣ deusdraconis〙 to  (Every Vow You Break :: deusdraconis)

〘Lightning before the thunder ❣ sanguinepeccatorum〙  to  (Lightning before the thunder :: sanguinepeccatorum)

〘She Is The Sunlight ❣ oflockharted〙  to  (She Is The Sunlight :: oflockharted)

#(ooc; “Mun speaks!”) #tag update

[sizhuibattleguqin]

❝ i feel empty, like you’ve taken something out of me ❞  @bluuxriising​

He sat outside it was slightly windy, with the edge of coolness from the sea. Foghollow was always like this though, and over the months he had been here he had worked hard to make a dent in the superstitious folk of the island. He had been was still in love with Bluu, but for her own reasons she had broken up with him. He was not use to heartache or heartbreak. He coped with it the best that he could. He did not avoid her but he also did not seek her out.

Off from the hospital he was still doing work for it there were books opened in front of him. It was a mer-person's inner working rather than a normal human as there were different breathing ways with the gills that were often found in such folk. Notes were being made in a notebook. Sizhui's precise and small handwriting was in the borders, where he could make observations away from the factual information within the body of the notebook. This would be weird anywhere but this place, where it was glanced at with little interest or those who viewed it with fear.

He had not expected her here. He had taken a room at an elderly woman's home whom he had saved. She treated him well. It gave him more credit with the locals. Today he was set outside the small café. Eating a local pastries it was buttery with a jam filling. A lift of the cup came and he froze for a moment--than took a sip of the drink.

Turning to look up at her still seated.

"I can't imagine how I did that." he said honestly.

He rose to offer her his seat while he retrieved another one to bring to the table. "I have never been anything but honest with you, truthful." he continued "You called off our relationship, not I." he stated his voice was level but it hurt to see her, to speak to her. It hurt to be close to her and not put arms around her and pull her into his side. To not hold a hand his remained resting on his knees .Save for when he had to reach up to keep his hair out of his face.  Glasses adjusted on the end of his nose.” I can’t believe I took anything..” he said glancing up violet eyes watched her.  “Do you need to talk ?” ever willing to help her he spoke quietly as he glanced up. “Can I get you a coffee or a tea ?” he motioned to the café. 

#Sizhui ♥Bluu | the true heart & soul of the storm #bluuxriising