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— XUE / RIE ! ; s(her), fifteen, e.asian + a sfw hyv blog!! currently on hiatus.

🐇 ! carrd , byf/dni , m.list , tags, mutuals, recent ; affiliations w @astronetwrk !

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AAA rlly sorry for not having fics posted in a while D: !! im going to take a hiatus mainly due to school exams/the massive bomb of assessments that my teachers throw at me, and i rlly want to do well on my math assignment/exams (cause this depends if i get to do the higher up maths!!). there's been sm stress on me and i want to focus on school and get the best grades so i can do the best course in uni! im an 09' liner, but yr9 is still vv important to me. and i also feel rlly burnt out from the big number of fics i posted in my holidays, im trying hard to post smth good!

again, im super sorry and i hope you understand, and i may return after this season is over (maybe with a follower count special)!!

yours truly,

xue / rie!

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i miss you pookie 🥺

OMG ITS IVY!!!!!! i miss you even more pookie bear hope u are having the bestest best life rn 😻😻💖💖💖💖🎀🎀

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i think i might have raynauds omg 😣

my hands and feet always turn purple when it's cold like !!?

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more secret gossip time !! 🎀

yesterday we almost kissed!! (he was in the seat next to me cause our teacher assigned us seats)

but out of my vv good peripheral vision he looked at me today and it was for a good four seconds!!!!!😦😻

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THANK U FOR THE TAG IVYYYY!!!!!!

no pressure tags: @adiluv, @migurie, @yoisami !

tag game !!

guys i saw a really fun looking tag game so im basically copying it (dont worry about it): search "your name + core" on pinterest, post the first six photos, and tag more people! (it said 6 but you don't have to :) ) (if you don't have pinterest shame on you /j /lh)

lovely

@boywithabeanie, @k4lops1a, @antisocialgaycat, @crafooshy, @cool-stuffs-i-guess, @theoneofwhomisblue and absolutely anyone else who wants to join can just steal this to do with their mutuals :) (personally sticking to the 6 mutuals rule, yall dont have to, if i didn't tag you i assumed one of the people i've tagged would tag you) (if they don't, just do it anyways don't worry)

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✦ : ❝ 𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞 !

꒰synopsis꒱ in which you’re hurt, and it affects scaramouche far more than he’d like to admit. 1165 words.

꒰warnings꒱ angst, non-graphic mentions of injuries and blood, scaramouche needs a hug and a hot cup of tea ꒰as a treat꒱.

꒰adi moment꒱ literally cannot stop naming my fics after songs! genuinely so fun! anyway, it's been a while since i've written any angst, so here's an attempt at writing some for mr. mouche! i hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི..◜ᴗ◝..꒱ྀི১

Bright lights, foreign machinery, gloved hands, white fabric stained red. The oppressive stench of antiseptic weighs heavy in the air, tainted only by the faint hint of something metallic, and were his mechanical body capable of accomplishing such a fear, Scaramouche is certain that it would’ve caused him to faint.

Pushing past patients and staff alike, he comes to deem the hypothetical preferable. A mercy, really, one that his creator was much too cruel to bestow upon him, one that he knew the Doctor would loathe to bless him with. What he wouldn’t give to lie back down on that cold vivisection table, gears and wires jutting out of porcelain skin. To have been in the right place at the right time, to have been attacked in your stead, to see you carrying on at one of the many other Fatui camps, none the wiser as to the tortures he’s endured. For your sake, no less.

꒰Because he could handle it. Because those wounds would heal.꒱

Scaramouche doesn’t think he’ll survive a fourth betrayal. 

He bumps into a particularly rowdy patient, then, catches himself as she’s sent stumbling into a wall. The coat of her uniform, worn proudly atop her medical gown, looks more akin to something out of a Fontainian horror film than official garb, ripped up and stained to an almost unrecognizable state. One of the injured, clearly. One of the other soldiers by your side. So why was it that she could walk around just fine?

The blood drains from her face as she whirls around to confront him, a look of abject horror taking the place of her previous scowl. Static wells up in the air, and she quickly kneels, though her body seems to protest the sudden movement. Insults swirl around in his mind, and Electro gathers at his fingertips, yet he finds himself paralyzed before her, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as she trembles. Like a leaf caught in the midst of a hurricane.

Somewhere out in the Inazuman countryside, a child plucks one off a branch, bright red pressed against his cheek to match his dutifully applied eyeliner. An abrupt gust of wind rips it from the tiny hand, whisking it away to someplace neither can follow. The boy tries anyway. The puppet finds that he can’t keep up.

꒰The boy slips out of his sight entirely.꒱

The pit within his chest grows impossibly larger, the bāchīs attached to his hat colliding with her figure as he turns around. She breathes out a sigh of relief, and he hears somebody rush over to help her up. He’d deal with it later.

Save for your unconscious body, your hospital room is empty when he arrives. A small table sits before your bed, and a bouquet of unbloomed flowers obscures the view of your face, droplets of water condensing on the surface of the clear vase. This is not done for other patients, he knows. A small part of him can’t help but wonder whether the gesture was for your sake or his.

He’s hardly in control of his limbs as he enters the space, closes his eyes only to see glances of a golden feather and fire and blood dripping out of an ornate, handheld box, and—His fingers curl around the top rail of a chair, pulling it to your bedside. A small, shaky, pathetic noise escapes him as he sits, a hand shooting up to readjust the hat sitting atop his head. The bells attached to it mock him. It takes an embarrassing amount of self-restraint to keep from throwing it across the room, though he eventually settles for laying it onto the floor beside him. 

Scaramouche doesn’t think he’ll survive a fourth betrayal.

There is something fragile, foul, and bloody resting inside of your chest. Like a winding key, almost, he remembers the blacksmiths telling him, a tool that powers humans, not unlike the electricity that powered him. A heart. 

He had wanted one of his own, once, back when he was young and stupid. So he could feel, just as humans felt. So he could love, just as humans loved. So he could be, just as humans did. But he was smarter, now, outgrown the foolish name he’d been given, the banal traditions taught to him, the disgusting emotions that they’d once defiled his hollow chest with. And only now, in some sick twist of fate, was his childish dream finally realized.

꒰What have you done to him?꒱

His fingertips tentatively graze over the middle of your bandaged chest, almost as if you were made of glass, almost as if he feared that his touch might shatter you. He could shatter you, really, if he wanted to; would, even, if it were anybody else lying before him. You’re lucky in that sense, he muses, yet it seemed that not even luck could lessen the extent of your injuries. You were human, after all. Inherently weak. Easily breakable. Why you so foolishly chose to rush into battle rather than wait for his return, he doubts even the Goddess of Wisdom would be able to understand.

꒰He could’ve protected you. Why didn’t you let him protect you?꒱

You don’t stir as he moves his chair closer, wood scraping against wood until his legs are pressed uncomfortably against the side of the mattress. Although he refuses to worship any God, he finds himself praying that your eyes don’t suddenly shoot open to witness him in such a demeaning state. You’ve never taken your wounds seriously, after all, and he doubts he’d be able to handle your asinine nonchalance. More than that, however, should the pain overwhelm you past your limit, he knows he won’t be able to handle your grief.

He sucks in a breath, unnecessary as it is. Then another, only to find it catching in his throat. His hands tremble, and he bows his head. He, the Balladeer. He, the son of Baal. He, a discarded puppet, lays his head directly atop your heart, hangs onto its every beat like a devout, and sullies your bandages with the tears of a failed creation.

You’re here with him. Unconscious, but breathing. It is not enough, but it will do, at least for the time being. Because you’ll wake up. Because you have to. Because he loves you, like a fool, like humans do.

Because Scaramouche doesn’t think he’ll survive a fourth betrayal.

A nurse enters your room the next morning, golden rays of light streaming through the window and onto your bed. The Balladeer sleeps alongside you, hands clutching desperately onto the fabric of the thick coat now carefully draped over your body. His makeup is smudged, red eyeliner streaking down his face, the gorgeous strands of his indigo hair splayed out messily around him. They consider waking him, though the thought is quickly abandoned. Even they know to choose their battles wisely. 

꒰A tear slides down his cheek. They close the door behind them when they leave.꒱

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can you blow my whistle baby whistle baby ‼‼‼

why does he look like my homeroom teacher !!! 😣😣

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ELIII WAHH PLS ILY!!!/p MWAMWA ILY!!!!

tags!! : @ironvy, @adiluv, @ceneid, @migurie, @dumbificat, @mitsvriii, @yoisami, @toorurs!!! ily all sososo much gsvshsgs, please know that i care for all of you sm!! <333 mwamwa

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WAHHH TTPD SJSHJASHH 😣😣😭😭🙊🙊 going thru the five stages of grief rn the taylor lores going so crazy

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ask the fucking boy out before I slap you ( affectionate ), you can’t afford to lose your chance girl. Write a note to him or smt, flee earth and then come back when he answers, if he says no then move on 👩‍🦯 or wtv!!! he sounds like he loves you, so like, there is a possibility he’ll say yes!!!

yes maam ill try my best ‼️‼️💂🏻‍♀️ (kinda starting to wake up from my delusions 😣😣)

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XUEEEEE !!!!! HELLO CUTIE <33 YOU ARE SO VERY PRETTY N KIND AND WONDERFUL AND MAGICAL AND AHHHHH I COULD JUST. MELT. /platonically IN YOUR HANDS DBVDBDVHJDFIDVNVFJDVBSDCHVUFJRJVNXNCBVKENIDHFJBVUCNCUDNVSD

AAAA ELIII !!! WAHHH THANK U BUT YOU'RE EVEN PRETTIWR NICER AND MORE WONDERFULER!!!!! MWA MWA<3333

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WAHHH i gotta add more im rlly sorry!! i don't wanna tell anyone abt it :((

one time our teacher was like full on blasting the air con at us and it was super duper cold!! im rlly not sure if im being delusional but we were on the same table cause we had assigned seats for that class and then he asked me if i was cold D: i was so i said yes and then he replied that he was too and asked the teacher if he could turn it off!! he asked to borrow my pen twice but he always asked me last so like maybe im just being rlly delusional abt this!!

I have such a half fat crush on him oh no 😨😨🙊🙊😣😣

eueueueuuhheuueu theres this guy i kinda borderline like !! D:

if ifff your name is ashley and you know me irl go away!! 🦅🦅🦅👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻

hes tall, rlly rlly smart and kinda pretty!! and we always accidentally make eye contact across the room like sometimes i catch him looking at me and then sometimes he catches me looking at him and like euuuueueu it's happened sm times it's a bit scary!! i dont wanna jump to conclusions cause like im not one of those rlly pretty and popular girls!! hes a popular guy so D: he liked one of my friends before and shes like sporty and rlly rlly smart!! but like im kinda the opposite so no wayyy he would ever like me! but then these stupid glances make me go ehhegsgsgsjsh i wish i could tell if he did or didn't cause rn i gotta be an academic weapon not a girlmess!!

aa sorry for the rant!!! he's just so ugh

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Lemme tell you smt, when it comes to Gallagher, i feel kinda awkward when i catch myself swooning over him, even though he's like, 52? BUT when it's about Welt i'm totally shameless, PLS HE'S OLDER THAN GALLAGHER. XUE WHAT DO I DO 😭😟???

GALLAGHER?? OMG ICK GET OFF MY PAGE IVY !!!!

i think u just rlly rlly like old men w borderline breaking backs and brown hair, kinda unsavabke now ‼️‼️😨🙊👊🏻👊🏻🍅🍅🍅🍅🦅🦅🦅🦅

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eueueueuuhheuueu theres this guy i kinda borderline like !! D:

if ifff your name is ashley and you know me irl go away!! 🦅🦅🦅👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻

hes tall, rlly rlly smart and kinda pretty!! and we always accidentally make eye contact across the room like sometimes i catch him looking at me and then sometimes he catches me looking at him and like euuuueueu it's happened sm times it's a bit scary!! i dont wanna jump to conclusions cause like im not one of those rlly pretty and popular girls!! hes a popular guy so D: he liked one of my friends before and shes like sporty and rlly rlly smart!! but like im kinda the opposite so no wayyy he would ever like me! but then these stupid glances make me go ehhegsgsgsjsh i wish i could tell if he did or didn't cause rn i gotta be an academic weapon not a girlmess!!

aa sorry for the rant!!! he's just so ugh

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Lemme tell you smt, when it comes to Gallagher, i feel kinda awkward when i catch myself swooning over him, even though he's like, 52? BUT when it's about Welt i'm totally shameless, PLS HE'S OLDER THAN GALLAGHER. XUE WHAT DO I DO 😭😟???

GALLAGHER?? OMG ICK GET OFF MY PAGE IVY !!!!

i think u just rlly rlly like old men w borderline breaking backs and brown hair, kinda unsavabke now ‼️‼️😨🙊👊🏻👊🏻🍅🍅🍅🍅🦅🦅🦅🦅

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hi hi!! i hope you’re doing well, i haven’t interacted with you at all 😓😓 how’s your day been/doing? hope your week’s been great‼️

omg hi bell!!! im doing great thank u v much mwa mwa <33 hbu!!