#it just makes me laugh a little

[bowtiepastabitch]

Let's talk costuming: Avaunt!

So I think we can all agree that Aziraphale looks his most traditionally angelic in the Job minisode, no? In fact, all of the angels' costuming increases in drama for this particular episode. This is, obviously, a very deliberate choice on the part of wardrobe, so let's discuss.

On a technical level, the biggest thing that stands out to me about this fabulous robe is the draping. Oh, the draping. It feels like a classic angel 'fit because on a very fundamental level, it is. A lot of what we think of as angelic draws on Renaissance artists' depictions, with flowing robes, fluffy wings, and glimmering halos. In art from this era, there is a strong attention to detail on the natural flow of fabrics that makes Renaissance sculpture so breathtaking, such as here: (The Ecstasy of St. Teresa, Bernini, 17th century CE)

It's this ability to make solid marble look like fine silk rippling with movement that leaves such a strong impression in my mind when I look at these kinds of works.

In painting, too, there is a similar effect. Something about the material culture of the Renaissance really lent itself to this style, perhaps fueled by the rise in new textile luxuries that occurred in vaguely the same period. This is seen especially strongly for angels, such as in the sculpture above, and in this painting: (The Annunciation to the Virgin, Botticelli, 15th century CE)

There's a stark contrast between the dress of the two figures. The virgin Mary is no less ornamentally or expensively dressed, but her style is rather minimalistic next to the angel's voluminous robing. It paints a very clear impression of angelic dress, and the designers for Good Omens would have been aware, in at least a small way, of the art history precedence for such a thing.

The poof of the sleeves, the tucks down the front, the little belt with the train tucked in, the gathers, the weight of the fabric, everything about this robe is constructed to carefully recreate the rather fantastical imagery of renaissance art. It's not necessarily an easy texture to nail down, given that the artists themselves had no concerns of gravity, comfort, or the way it would look in actual 3d motion, while our brave costumers were dealing with all three as well as a budget, time constraints, and the constant consideration that white fabric just gets dirty so easy.

Here's some of the other angels as well, so you can see how theirs reflect those same dramatic themes.

And then, of course, when costuming a show you have a second question: What does this mean for our character? Or rather, we know how, but WHY did they make him look so traditionally angelic?

Well, thematically, the Job minisode centers around Aziraphale's struggle with being a good angel and Crowley's struggle with being a good demon. Aziraphale is learning how to be an angel that follows along with heaven as far as we can, and he's so terribly torn up about it. He spends a lot of his time fretting about doing what's expected demanded of him, even if perhaps he doesn't believe it to be the right choice. Natural, then, that he should look the part of the perfect angel whilst sorting out these ethereal woes.

Crowley even draws attention to it himself, giggling a bit at the suggestion that Aziraphale, with his fluffy hair and flowing angelic garb, could possibly become a demon. And it is a rather silly mental image; the garment itself would be comically silly in really ANY other context at all. In the same manner, his performance of angelic archetype borders on excessive:

He's trying so desperately hard here to be the angel he wants to and is supposed to be. He's dressed the part, he's using his big scary angel voice, but deep down he's clinging to an identity that doesn't quite fit.

(You'll notice in this shot the distinct difference between his and Crowley's dress on the level of silhouette as well as color. We see this a lot from the two of them, but with the points I made above it felt worth pointing out in this particular scene)

Here at the end, as he's coming to terms with the cracks in his heaven-given identity, his robe is largely in shadow, blurring out its startling whiteness. We do not see him dressed this way again. (He continues to wear white, obviously, but from here on out his style of dress mimics the human trends of the time rather than that classical angelic imagery)

#good omens analysis #art history #sometimes I am an academic weapon but only when it doesn't count #aziraphale good omens #job minisode #costume design #good omens #good omens costumes #aziraphale #michael sheen #historical clothing #good omens 2 #neil gaiman #also I love the little human touch of that little bend in his fucking sleeve cuff when he says avaunt #like that's a fully real piece of clothing that he's wearing not something animated and sometimes you just have to sit and appreciate it #it just makes me laugh a little #I'm sure someone somewhere agonized over it and wishes they'd fixed it but it just feels so human to me

[heartshapedgoggles]

On a scale of "Arson" to "Set Me Free Pt.2", how do you think the members feel about leaving BTS?

#jhope #jimin #bts #i dont actually know that each of those songs are specifically about that #(though it certainly could be looked at that way) #but like #arson with all the 'its all burning down around me' vibes #and set me free with all the 'thank fuck im out of there' vibes #it just makes me laugh a little #listen #i do love bts but you could tell that they were creatively exhausted for a while #jello speaks

[keydekyie]

Go you funky little SecUnit! Go!

(One of my favorite scenes from the newest Murderbot novel: System Collapse)

#love when secunit gets a little bit feral #system collapse #murderbot #the murderbot diaries #system collapse spoilers #I'm not good at drawing armor pls go easy on me #I just laughed so hard at this scene it's so fucking funny to me #imagine being the B-E secunit already having a terrible day #your clients are scheming and trying to murder each other #and then here comes the weirdest secunit you've ever seen and you need to neutralize it #you very cleverly disable its projectile weapon with a well-aimed shot oh you're so clever #and just like that it's flinging itself at your head like a fucking feral cat at the vet's office #grace makes art

[meteortrails]

it’s literally endlessly fucking funny to me how certifiably insane post timeskip sabo is about his brothers. he remembered who luffy and ace were and they immediately rocketed to #1 on his priority list with absolutely no contest. he devotes himself to being an older brother with the same fanatical obsession that he’s been using to lead revolutions and luffy is so used to ‘older brother’ meaning ‘guy who has attached a significant portion of his self worth and meaning in life to you’ that it fully doesn’t even register as weird to him. he manages to secretly make luffy a vivre card and luffy acts this is reasonable rational behavior!!! just normal older brother shit for them to be fully neck deep in your business without ever mentioning it!!!! cannot believe they ever managed to make us think sabo was the normal rational one. what the fuck lmao

#sabo #it’s just. it makes me laugh constantly when I remember the vivre card move. absolutely insane where did you get luffy’s fingernails!! #that and the fact that he’s now an internationally wanted terrorist LMAO. he couldn’t be born into infamy like ace and luffy those shmucks #he pulled himself up by his bootstraps via brutal pipe murder and made a name for himself!! #honestly tho I get it if my little brother was off doing insane shit I WOULD be stalking him from the background doing weird shit. I would. #one piece #revolutionary sabo

[arcteris]

a glimpse into wol's soul

bonus: the view across from them

#ffxiv #ff14 #ardbert #fray myste #myste #this is my 2nd time redrawing this meme i just can't resist when it fits this well 😔 #drawing myste like *head in hands* makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time #oh and the comment abt midgardsormr in a little doggy purse is gonna be stuck in my head for a while

[heartorbit]

a mob of emus for an artstyle game on twt! ^_^

#project sekai #emu otori #the usernames are all their public twts so if you use that evil platform check out their art ^_^ #many of them are on here with the same users even.. be gone from my sight vile bird #the one on the bottom right is Mine but ive never had an artstyle in my life so it may not be obvious to the viewers. sorry. #pjsk #prsk #proseka #only my beautiful mutuals beautiful art can make me do LINEART #i was going to ask on here but realized i dont have mutuals bc this is a side blog. sniffle. hell on earth #I dont have much to scream in the tags. semester is almost over. Im sleepy. I designed emu a huge seord for an assignment #but the 3d model turned out Bad. it looks ok from the top but you turn it and see Problems. #its been a month or so since i modelled that and i have gotten better so i want to try again with no time crunch + pressure #its a fun looking sword. magical girl sword type shit #EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT THE LITTLE PRINCE WXS STUFF I END UP AWAKE UNTIL 3AM BECAUse it GETS TO ME #WAAAAAAAAAUHGH. I HAVE CLASS IN 11 HOURS #GOODNIGHT. IT WILL BE AS IF ALL THE STARS WERE LAUGHING. #oh my god wait i did this this weekend bc i was like yaay i have a weekend without any assignments due #I just forgot abt one. Bc my email hasnt been working properly and didnt send me the reminder for it. i will spend my tuesdah drawing a gun

[kaitobromota]

[Blows the dust off this blog] Long time no see...

Back in the Danganronpa pits... have some silly doodles for an...AU? or like, slight canon divergence/missing scene? I got to chapter 5 in my THH replay and was thinking about the part where these four are alone in the gym dismantling Monokuma all night.

I know realistically it's supposed to be because they were paranoid and extra careful about taking it slow so nothing went wrong... but like... their alibi is from 10pm to 7am? In my heart of hearts it actually took the whole night because they kept getting distracted and chit-chatting and got into a bunch of shenanigans once the actual dismantling part was done. Like Byakuya says they went to the bathroom in pairs?? Not to mention you'd totally expect him to make a comment about how insufferable it was being stuck together for like nine hours. And Hina says they played rock paper scissors to decide who brought back breakfast???

You can't tell me they didn't bond at least a little bit. A friend pointed out it'd have the vibes of a 4am discord call and that's exactly it. Emotional confessions about personal fears and insecurities to dumb physiological debates that become inside jokes forever. Etc.

#danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #yasuhiro hagakure #toko fukawa #aoi asahina #byakuya togami #makoto naegi #dr1 #thh #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #sry these r kinda wonky i didn't want them to take FOREVER in getting details right.. #some of these come off as a little shippy and if you wanna interpret it at that idm #but it's really supposed to just be them being dumb friends.. they really do seem like a team up until mukuro's body shows up. #like makoto feels like a 5th wheel #u know during the trial one of them makes a reference to some stupid thing they talked about that night and they all laugh at it #and kyoko and makoto look at each other like... did we miss something??? #post-canon they have a group chat w/o those two in it (tho there's obviously one for ALL of them) #uuuehuueuue let them b friends... #i know they only all BARELY tolerate each other in canon at this point #but let me DREAM #thinking about them technically being 'done' with the monokuma robot and realizing they should probably go back to their rooms #but then they check and still cant find makoto and kyoko #standing in the empty dorm hall all lingering by their doors... #until someone is like 'since our circumstances are extremely unclear right now staking it out in the gym is the safest option' #translation: we made something and i don't know what i'd do if something happened to you. please don't leave my side. #clawing at the walls. CODEPENDENT SURVIVORS!!!!!!! #okay i need to stop rambling on my OWN POST LOL

[crocchompers]

A little finished drawing for @dumblittlejay's new Toyland AU!

#the lighting was a pain #I think he's adorable <3 #I might draw him more but we'll see #he's such a little ladybug #I love him so mucchhhhh #Toyland AU #Toyland Wally #Wally Darling #sometimes I like to call him Wallsy #idk why but it's just such a silly name #it makes me laugh

[royaltea000]

the bride and the ugly ass groom

#they’re both ugly ass grooms but I just wanted to draw Gil in a dress #Germany: what do you even see in this guy? #Prussia: he makes me laugh 😌 #amepru #pruame #alfred you little freak you’ve hit peak #trophy wife Gil #digital art #my art #commissions open #fanart #hetalia fanart #hetalia #hws prussia #hws america #alfred f jones #gilbert beilschmidt

[royalarchivist]

Fit: Just keep me updated, you know, you– you've got my number, you've got my DMs, you know, they're always open Pac.

Pac: Yeah! Oh, sure sure sure sure sure. I'm gonna hit– how do you guys say? I'm gonna hit you.

Fit: [Laughs] Yes. That's right.

Pac: I'm gonna hit you up.

Fit: That sounds great. Well, Ramon, are you about ready to go, my boy? Alright, make sure to say goodbye to Richarlyson and Pac. [Notices Richarlyson placed a sign] Oh, what is it?

Pac: Bye, Ramon! Thank you for joining us on the hide and seek.

Richarlyson: WHAATTT? 0_0 and my dad still says he is single that is just losing opportunitie dad

Fit: [Laughs] Oh, Richarlyson, you're funny, you're a funny kid.

Pac: [Laughs] Wait, Richarlyson, you're going to make me shy!

#Hideduo #FitPac #FitMC #Pactw #QSMP #Richarlyson #Ramon #June 16 2023 #Posting a little lighthearted stuff to contrast the Agonizing Roier lore we just got lmao #I've got another clip to post from this same stream but I might post that tomorrow instead #''I'm gonna hit you'' makes me laugh every time #Pac you are so hopelessly charming #Edited

[uisgeart]

Wangji My Brother | Part 1/?

Uploading these as I make them, I’ll create a master post once it’s complete!

-> Part 2

#mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian #lan xichen #魔道祖师 #yilling laozu #i am making a comic!!! that’s crazy !!!! #first time for everything haha #but this part… i just needed a full comic of it…. #this is going to be a xichen pov !! get ready for twin jades angst !! #also little bit of wangxian angst but that’s a given <3 #lan qiren makes me laugh #wangji my brother

[chiyobaasama]

yamato is about to be DITCHED i fear

#my art #anko mitarashi #yamato #shizune #shizuanko #ankoshizu #i dont know what the ship name is thats how little content there is #saw there was like near NOTHING to look at #everything i have to do myself around here for good femslash #scorpio/scorpio <3 #sorry to disappoint you if you thought both of these women liked men. dont make me laugh #yamato just wanted to have someone to talk to :( #this is the we all had bad run ins with orochimaru squad if you really think about it

[zishuge]

The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 12

#the spirealm #致命游戏 #kaleidoscope of death #ruan nanzhu #lin qiushi #tan zaozao #xia zhiguang #huang junjie #lu menglin #cdrama #cdramasource #kodedit #userhanyi #*gifs:mine #there's no rhyme or reason to my rewatch anymore i'm just watching episodes based purely on vibes alone #listen nanzhu you're the one who wanted to drown him out #anyway zaozao is best girl #this makes me laugh every time i watch it #in terms of best zaozao moments #this is right up there with the sanatorium episode where she's like *sigh* but isn't //everyone// a little unwell? #and nanzhu and lingling simultaneously turn around to stare at her like O_O

[saltpepperbeard]

waiting for the day where ed and stede get to be as giggly as taika and rhys in the lie detector video

#OFMD #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #edward teach #stede bonnet #revenge rambles #taika waititi #rhys darby #…can y’all tell I’m listening to the lie detector video PFFFF #for the umpteenth time #it brings me such joy #and makes me yearn for stede wheezing that hard #and ed just GIGGLING #and the both of them leaning over/falling into each other from laughter like please #PLEASE #I know we already got little snippets of them giggling but like #HARDCORE LAUGHING #ALL THE TIME #HAPPINESS ALL THE TIME

[skimpilydressedwithanaxe]

I made this mainly for fun because I like a lot of colors but it turned out somewhat ok

#shyly holds out the drawing #I DONT KNOW GUYS I FEEL A LITTLE TIMID ABOIT POSTING MY ART HERE SINCE I SEPARATED MY REBLOGS FEOM MY DRAWINGS #i hope you guys fw the colors. #also continuing the unspoken trend of Rick Prime fanarts depicting him extending his hand to the viewer #seriously I’ve seen like 5 other drawings like that all by different artists and it just. it makes me laugh ok #it’s very him imo #rick prime #rick and morty #rick and morty fanart #I’m so not ready for season 7 #yearning was so comfortable why does time have to pass :sobbing emoji: #three headed snake

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

10,000 Leagues Under Fontaine

Synopsis: The life of a guard of the Fortress of Meropide is mostly dull and structured, until a chance encounter with an otherworldly beast gives you a reason to smile again.

Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Angst Warnings: Mentions of drowning, acid, burning, very slight mentions of blood

~ * ~ The Fortress of Meropide is always cold. Cold, but never quiet; the underwater complex is unmistakably alive despite being made of metal sheets and grates, the sound of machinery weaving with the chatter of both inmates and guards, sharing their days and gossiping here and there as good citizens of Fontaine always do- rumors spread fast in the Fortress, and there’s not a moment that isn’t exciting or entertaining in some way. Or so you like to imagine. Being one of the top guards of Meropide has its benefits- getting to choose your days off, occasional trips to the surface, even the Duke’s personal trust in your abilities. But with trust comes difficult, often tedious tasks, ones that Administrator Wriothesley only assigns to the most capable workers, and so you find yourself patrolling the space between the main prison and the ocean gates. The room is an odd mixture of metal and screws and a gradual incline towards the sea floor, a shallow puddle transitioning into a passage filled with water that someone could swim in. You keep wondering when Wriothesley will properly fix the gate at the end, and he simply responds that he’ll get around to it at some point. For now, keep watch- it’s almost a straight shot to the ocean, and we wouldn’t want inmates attempting to escape, now would we? And you just nodded, expression steady as stone and twice as unmoving; no prisoners would sneak in on your watch.

Not that they often do. Life at the Fortress is a new start for many and even a step up in comfort for most. Besides, the passage is much too long for anyone without a Vision to swim through without the danger of drowning- you’ve had to haul a few corpses out in the past, and that was enough to dissuade most of the other prisoners, it seems. Good for security, but boring for you, as there’s little else to do but watch water drip from the ceiling and skirt around the jagged bits and edges of metal left on the walls and floor. Occasionally a gardemek going through its initial testing will join you, and you’ll idly teach it to play rock paper scissors- so far, you’ve kept up a 50% win rate against the robotic soldiers- but nothing more. At least it smells of rain here instead of smoke and fire. You’re alone on the day that the noises begin, sitting on a crate and mistaking them for distant ocean waves and the clanging of hammers against metal. They’re simple at first- vague splashes and a faint scratching sound- but as you listen they morph into something else, like echoing cries, or perhaps a song through the sea. Something beautiful, for once, one corner of your mouth twitching up ever so slightly- what few friends you have call this expression your “almost-smile”, and know it’s as pleased as you’ll get. Something close.

Your almost-smile vanishes as your ears pick up the distinct sound of something swimming through water, the water that flows through this small passage, scrambling to your feet and snatching your weapon from its spot on the floor as whatever-it-is turns the corner, the water’s surface rippling. You really should’ve taken up on His Grace’s offer to get you a rifle. You’re expecting the aquatic thing to burst forth from the sea, attacking you first and asking questions once you’re dead, but instead you’re greeted with the sight of two crimson horns poking out into the air, the water stilling if not for slight movements. Slowly, steadily, your gaze follows the horns down as a head rises out of the water, a single crystalline eye blinking curiously and settling on your form. There’s a moment of silence, and then the creature chirps. You can only freeze in place, brows furrowed in deep confusion as the beast- Archons, it’s big- hauls itself onto shore, tilting its head this way and that as it cautiously approaches. The hand holding your weapon tightens, your heartbeat almost painful, and the monster’s eye widens as it pauses, glancing nervously from you to your weapon and back again.

With slow, deliberate movements, you watch as the beast lowers its head to your height, letting out a soft trill. It almost sounds apologetic, hunching its shoulders inward shamefully, and something in your heart, the one you molded and fixed into being cold and quiet, cracks. You lower your weapon, eyes narrowed, and you swear you hear the creature purr. Legacy is its name, his name- Foul Legacy, a monster from beneath your world. But he’s a monster only in appearance, you’ve learned, navigating the ocean with boundless curiosity and a demeanor sweeter than any Fontainian dessert or cake that you’ve ever eaten. Tell me everything, he begs, scratching his claws through the dirt in a language you only vaguely remember from an old book. Tell me anything and everything- about this world, about here, about there, about you. He likes you, you’re kind and caring and gentle, so unlike the countless stars he’s seen before. You try to protest. You’re not caring, or gentle, or kind- you’re a guard of Fontaine’s prison, someone who was stabbed through your spine and constructed walls around your fragile heart, watching the Fortress to make sure that no one could ever be hurt like that again. You’re not soft or loving, you’re not. But Foul Legacy merely chitters, fluttering those sparkling wings that you swore used to be fins and staring at you so sincerely that you’d think he adored you.

And he does adore you, loves you, even. Ah, if only he spoke your language, the language of mortals that his tongue can’t seem to wrap around, if only he could say three simple words and hug you close, showering you in affection. But he can’t touch you. The last time he tried you had clamped your teeth down on your tongue, a drop of blood falling from your mouth as your skin burned like acid, a sickly heat creeping up before you had jolted away, gasping for air. Legacy whined in concern, trying to nudge your seemingly-unblemished hand, but you’d simply shaken your head and stepped away, slightly feverish. Every person in Fontaine is born with sin. No matter how the Nation of Justice holds trial after trial, this sin cannot be absolved. He didn’t touch you after that, merely curling his body carefully around yours during your visits, hanging on to your every rambling word and always parting with the same question- Tomorrow? Yes. You’d return tomorrow, despite your chilly expression and flat words and tone. You always return tomorrow.

The Fortress has been buzzing with energy- not that it isn’t always- but the arrival of a certain golden Traveler has kept everyone on their toes, the dread and anticipation of something happening seeping into your bones, because it’s always something whenever that Traveler and their tiny, floating companion are around. You almost prefer your monotonous routine from before, but a small smile blooms slowly on your face when you watch Foul Legacy happily splash around in the water, shaking his head and cooing as the droplets rain down around him. He chirps at you curiously, your quiet, fond expression reflected back in his sapphire eye, and you just let out a small laugh and wave your hand as he stares at this new facet of you in awe. With a soft plink, a bead of water falls and lands on your cheek, a hiss of annoyance escaping you as you quickly swipe it away, settling between your nail and finger. It burns, and your throat closes up in horror. Not a minute later, Wriothesley’s voice rings out through the building. “All residents, evacuate immediately.” There’s a crackling pop and a split second of silence, before the alarm blares and your ears ring with pain. Until one day, the water levels in Fontaine will rise, and the sinful people will slowly be drowned.

Your hands slam against the barred door, tearing desperately at the metal that mercilessly rips into your fingers and closes off the room you always guard so carefully from the rest of the Fortress- they forgot you. They forgot you. They forgot you and left you here to drown and rot, and your eyes burn with repressed tears, fear enveloping your senses like a sticky, jagged web. No no no- you swore you’d never be this afraid again, that you’d never surrender so easily again, that you’d never cry ever ever again. A soft, concerned whimper snaps your head around, Foul Legacy standing behind you. His wings droop at your damp eyes, claws twitching and curling from the urge to hold and hug and comfort you as is right and proper, banish the panic away because it scares him to see you, normally so composed and quiet, this terrified; instead he shakes his head and trills, hastily beckoning for you to follow him, boots splashing in the water stretching into a long passage. Out. It leads out. It leads out to the sea and the surface, where you can breathe and cry and admire the sun, and your feet move forward before you can even think. You want to live- yes, finally you want to live. You want to live and be able to smile and laugh again, keeping the warmth that this strange, otherworldly monster brought to your life and never let go.

With a deep breath, you plunge into the water, kicking your feet and pushing yourself in the general direction of the path. Foul Legacy guides you with his chirps, now turned to eerie, song-like notes under the waves. His tail and fins- weren’t those just wings?- propel him faster than you could ever dream, yet still he slows his pace and stays behind with you, and your heart feels like it's joining in on his melody. The water swirls around you like oil, lungs burning as a few stray bubbles trickle out of your mouth and you taste salt on your lips. What little you can see in your murky vision flickers black, and Legacy lets out a sudden, terrified shriek. In the end, the people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the Hydro Archon will remain, weeping on her throne.

It’s just salt in your mouth now, the taste coating your tongue in a horridly thick layer. Your fingers twitch as they burn, pushing through the water with arms heavy as lead. Foul Legacy whimpers and sobs in despair, grasping his claws around your wrist to try to pull you out, get you to the surface away from this sickened water only for the ocean itself to sink its teeth in and hold fast. What’re you trying to do, again? You’re having trouble remembering where you are, what you are, who you are, scrubbing your eyes again and again and swallowing gulps of salty seawater. This is where you’re supposed to be. This feels safe, comforting- you’re going home after all this time, see, somewhere less confining and fleeting. Finally, you’ll be where you belong, free from the bindings that hold all of Fontaine in their grasp. There’s a vague sense that someone has wrapped their arms around you, faint, anguished wails echoing through the depths, and when you finally open your eyes again you see stars dancing across ripples and tides. You return to the Primordial Sea, and Foul Legacy’s talons close on only foam and bubbles. Only then will the sins of the people of Fontaine be washed away.

#genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #foul legacy x reader #sfw #genshin sfw #genshin angst #angst #tartagalia x reader #giggles and laughs #grins like a silly person even #anyways how's everyone doing tonight #yes i just dropped the first angst fic in a while what about ittttt #i haven't done this in a while so show me a little mercy if needed #but ahaha hope this makes you cry and sob #genshin fic #wifi writes