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I Just Finished The Centre Of The Fontaine Archon Quest And Im Sobbing.
I just finished the centre of the Fontaine archon quest and I’m sobbing.
Spoilers under the cut ->
I’m so relieved that they didn’t kill off Furina.. it really looked like it was going there and I was devastated. She’s one of my favourite characters after all!
It was so interesting that they took the route of making Neuvillette the new leader for Fontaine and gave him his full powers back. (My boy! :>)
Also I loved the short little scene of Childe fighting the “eat everything narwal” as I’m referring to it as. Much like the whale, i will eat up any and all Childe content <3 (This stupid ginger if fighting with Itto for the spot as my fav character)
Also Skirk! She straight up yeeted Childe back into the abyss and then insulted him. Like ??? Slay ig?
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i know this would never take off, because trying to get a group of people on tumblr to do something is like herding cats, but could the x reader fandom agree on a collective tag to use for ambiguous drabble-style posts with multiple character names at the bottom? e.g. ‘#adapt drabbles’ or ‘#archetype drabbles’ or something along those lines, just so that people who don’t like reading them can block the tag (and that those who do can follow it!)
(for clarity, i’m referring to the post style which is roughly as follows:)
[a piece of text — usually a description or short passage of some sort, using the characters’ pronouns but without specifying a name] CHARACTER, character, character, character, CHARACTER, character, CHARACTER, character + your favs!