❝ The 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 has once again settled in his rightful place.

To bring down the hammer of 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 on the servants who betrayed him.

With swift attacks, he 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 the wicked.

Hark, the cries of his traitors herald his 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍.ᐟ ❞

YUZU.

Anyways I came back here cuz I owe replies o7

⠀⟢⠀⠀charmed⠀⠀by⠀⠀aeri⠀.ᐟ man i really hate doing this but hsr verse on bsky is housing a racist who migrated from twitter and i don't think that should be allowed.

he is white presenting, and using bsky to run away + he will actively stalk all your accs lmfao.

YUZU.

I don't like coming back for stuff like this but please be aware of this person and their actions

Thank you

ᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ━ᅠ❚ᅠᅠ𝚢◌֯𝚞ᅠᅠ𝐜𝐚𝐧'ᵀ͟,ᅠᅠ.͟.͟ᅠl ⁱ ve
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ͡┈𓉸ৎ. ݁ᅠʷⁱᵗʰᅠ*̳𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒⠀゛🪽 ⠀ ݁ ⠀ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

❝You worry too much, Wriothesley. That said . . . ❞

She leans into his touch a bit, humming softly while savoring this moment.

❝I can't say I'm against this feeling at all . . . ❞

❝Why yes, you are correct, however . . . ❞

A brief pause.

❝Justice doesn't rest, and so neither should I.❞

❝Ah, please. No need to apologize to me . . . Besides, I should be resuming finishing paperwork for the day.❞

— !!

His gesture would not go unnoticed as the Chief Justice's eyes slowly flutter open.

❝Wriothesley . . . ?❞

❝Ah—❞

A brief pause. She wasn't sure who this individual was, but he seems to he cordial enough . . .

❝You speak such high words of myself, I'm honestly unsure of what to say . . . ❞

The Chief Justice fell asleep at her office desk—

Hm . . .

YUZU.

Watching u until then . . . 🙂‍↕️

YUZU.

Looking respectfully 👀

YUZU.

OH? 👀

YUZU.

Oh? 👂

YUZU.

I'm open to shipping here btw. o7

Even tho I have a Wriolette preference I am open to any ship as long the potential is there. :]

''Why are you just standing there with your mouth gaping? Ah, you must be stunned and at a loss for words... Understandable, it is I after all... Fontaine's most beloved star, Furina.''

~Genshin impact RP~
~mostly SFW~
~bi, fem lean~

''Witness my magnificence!''

Seductive Sunday . . . ?

Now, how could a day possibly be provocative? It's just a day.