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Wriothesley - Blog Posts
Nothing special. Just cute pairing
Artist: @Rchellaa ( Twitter)
WRIOSARIA NATION RISE
I WILL be making a follow up post about how peak these two would be (and how it is better than wriolette - COME FOR ME IF YOU WANT) if it is so requested
Look at this little cursed mf I love him so much *insert that one image where itβs just somebody biting onto a thing and violently shaking it back and forth*
AllTober Day 3: Forced to share a blanket/bed etc
Contains: Gayness :), Wriolette, Neuvillette losing his cool slightly, Neuvillette Spoilers
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Wriothesley, Neuvillette
Being forced to take a break, Neuvillette was faced with a multitude of issues. Trials were on hold, he wasn't in the comfort of his office and Wriothesley.
Not that anything was wrong with Wriothesley, of course, but Neuvillette was told he would be staying with Wriothesley - unless he wanted a old time meteor on his head (again). The issue was that Wriothesley had ONE bed. ONE.
And Wriothesley did not sleep without moving around.
Currently, Neuvillette found himself almost against the wall, while Wriothesley fidgeted about behind him. Neuvillette had specifically asked for a second cover incase this happened but the rustling drove Neuvillette insane.
That was until he tapped Wriothesley's shoulder to wake him up.
"Can you try and stay still? I cannot sleep with the fidgeting and rustling." Neuvillette frowned, Wriothesley just giving him a tired smirk.
"Are you going to give me a hug for the rest of the night?" Wriothesley challenged. He didn't expect Neuvillette to literally open his arms at that moment.
"If it stops you moving around, yes" Neuvillette agreed, and Wriothesley grinned, happily shuffling into Neuvillette's embrace. As quickly as he'd been woke, Wriothesley fell asleep once again.
Neuvillette convinced himself that it was just so Wriothesley would stop moving, that's until Wriothesley ended up hugging him as well and burying his head in Neuvillette's chest. Neuvillette quickly learned that Wriothesley was more than a friend or colleague, but a mortal Neuvillette had fallen for...
Perhaps this forced break wouldn't be so bad...
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having so many thoughts about a Hades and Persephone au/dynamic between Wriothesley and the reader oh I'm mentally unwell I need someone to write this
So.. so much detail, it's so pretty, words can not describe it's beauty
The words unspoken are the flower.
YEAAAAAAAH I FINALLY GET HIM OGXLHCHODOGCHVHPVPYDOHD
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: εη₯ | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Furina/Wriothesley (Genshin Impact), Furina & Wriothesley (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: hahahah smth smth about capitalism, Fairy of Shampoo, parasocial relationships, false idealism, Yearning, i hate consumerism, One Shot, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, commercial model furina, slave of capitalism wriothesley Summary:
She comes every eight-thirty, cigarette smoke swirling around her like cotton candy.
PEAK (MONSTAD) IS BACK RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
Lessss fuckingggg goooooooooooooooo
The trailer omgomgomgomgomfg. I'm so speechless and so excited ,i was in a genshin slump for a lil while. It vanished poof. The lore, albedo, varka, venti, kaeya diluc fighting together????? Fontain?????? OHHHHH HELLL YEAHhH. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW HYPED I'M. CAN'T 5.6 JUST DROP ALREADYπππππππ PLSSSSS TIME FLY PLS GO AWAY I DONT WANNA WAITπππ MY OG HOME IS HERE GUYSSSSSSSSS and IM SO EXCITED FOR ALL THE LORE IM GONNA GET
Glory To The Faithful (The World Screams In Its Anguish)
His hands twitched, his skin rubbed red and raw, his breaths escaping his chest with a rasping wheeze. Apologies carved into his chest as he claws at his arms, the stain of gold stark on his skin. He had not left the cell in days, scrubbing at the stone bricks in vain. Glowing faintly in the dark, he sobs tearless cries at the cruel reminder of his mistakes, as the waters bleed crimson. His blood over his God's, though now he began to doubt his claim of fervent devotion, he has no right, but he is far too greedy to offer its sacrifice just yet. Cradling his vision close, bloody streaks tracing the engraved constellation he knew was his, proof of his status even if he were to fall from grace. Memories with jagged edges that tear and spill open the truths he wished not to see. Iron to his eyes and thread through his lips, he can not hear and no longer can he feel, penance for his sins. A warden of a prison that holds only one. He burns alone, deep beneath the dark waters.