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lxclerc · 1 month

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𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 ─ 𝐦𝐯𝟏

summary: where max verstappen is the subject of a love song from a singer who never writes love songs pairing: max verstappen x american singer!reader faceclaim: no one specifically but based off olivia rodrigo

note: me? writing max verstappen? smau fluff? on main? everyone look away.

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dailyynupdates yn was seen around monte carlo the past few days, taking pictures with fans and allegedly cozying up with three time world champion max verstappen

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user12 what is going on in the house of commons because this was the last thing i expected

user39 this is quite literally the most random pairing i've ever stumbled across

user91 how do they even know each other 😭 user63 right like...where did this even come from? how did it start? literally how did they meet? they could not be farthest apart in the sphere of famous people

user19 now who the hell is max verstappen and why is he with my wife?

user49 oh girl you have a lot to catch up on the max lore user71 max is a formula one driver user56 saying max is a formula 1 driver like he currently isn't dominating the sport to the point where people hates him saying he's making it boring since he keeps winning because he's just that fucking good that literally no other driver can keep up is kinda wild user10 oh so our girl's new man is good at his job user52 "good at his job might just be the biggest understatement of the century when it comes to max. man's a fucking beast at his job

user48 i dont have to see her with her ratty ex anymore omfg war is over

user93 dare i say...they're adorable

user82 yn being in an age appropriate, healthy relationship? i never thought the day would come

user74 we won for real 🥹🫶

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dailyynupdates max and yn in a video posted by yn's friend 😭

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user93 oh my god look at them 😭

user81 they look so in love i want to cry

user65 "maximillian, do i look pretty like this?" "you always look pretty" i couldn't quite catch what he said at the end but 😭😭😭

user85 dutch here and i believe he said "laiverd" which means darling user75 this means so much to me user65 you just made my entire week

user45 seeing her in love after all the shit men is healing a part of me i didnt know was broken

user53 max fixing her hood then kissing her cheek what if you just stabbed me

user31 every time i see these, i get the urge to take a shot of bleach 😀

sincerelyyn ✓

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sincerelyyn can't have a conversation if it's not all about you

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yourfriend as the other person of those conversations, he's fine i guess 😒

sincerelyyn you know i love youuuuu

taylorswift love seeing you happy ❤️

sincerelyyn ❤️❤️ user73 mother is all of us user63 you know it's real when it's taylor swift approved

conangrey i hate happy couples i hope you both trip 🫶

sincerelyyn die 🫶

user92 their friendship is everything to me

user15 not girlie trying to soft launch like we all don't know who it is 😭

user43 THEYRE SO ‼️🥵🥰⚠️

user65 you're so right

user24 i'm so happy finally seeing our girl happy 😭

user84 "someday i'll be everything to somebody else" YES YOU ARE BABYGIRL 😭

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maxverstappen1 my american girl 🩷

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charles_leclerc i still can't believe this is happening

maxverstappen1 for someone who don't even follow me, you sure are early to my posts 😒 user91 max gagged him with that im afraid

landonorris please please max talk to her about getting me tickets 😭

user85 lando is just like us fr struggling to get guts tour tickets maxverstappen1 no ❤️ landonorris 😔 sincerelyyn @landonorris let me get you in contact with my team 🤍 maxverstappen1 baby noooo sincerelyyn be nice, max landonorris HELL YEAH THANKS YN user42 this is the crossover i never thought i needed

user66 max posting non racing content and being all soft in the comments for yn in what world am i in

user52 fr i feel like im in an alternate universe 😭

sincerelyyn love youuuu

maxverstappen1 love you more

sincelyyn i never knew love could be so golden till i met you <3

maxverstappen1 mijn hele hart is van jou, schat (you own my entire heart, darling) user42 they mean so very much to me 😭

danielricciardo god the two of you make me nauseous

maxverstappen1 hating because you ain't us danielricciardo im not liking that attitude, kid 😒 user71 daniel is so us

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sincerelyyn so american will be out on all platforms at midnight. a letter to the man i love, the only way i know how ❤️

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maxverstappen1 i adore you with everything in my being ❤️

sincerelyyn ik hou van je (i love you)

i hope you guys liked this as much as i loved writing it 🫶

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen instagram au #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen #max verstappen fluff

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lightweaver-chosen-if · 30 days

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MOODY.INK | DASHINGDON | FORUM | MAIN POST

I know it took awhile but… tadaah!

New 20k words of content just dropped, bringing the game to 50k! Each playthrough is around 22k~ words with mini paths to explore.

I tried to edit this as much as I could, but with the new amount of branches I'm starting to get cross-eyed after re-reading the game so many times. As always feedback is always welcome! I'm having some trouble in linking scenes together with code. So if there are parts where it seems weirdly formatted or abrupt, please let me know in the forums.

IMPORTANT: Please use a new save! A lot has changed since the last update so it's most likely broken. The game passed both the quick and random test, so if you encounter any errors please make sure you didn't use an old save before reporting game breaking bugs.

What's New:

Continue the tour with A and L!

Learn about future events

Officially become a Launwyce Academy student

MC lore ;)

Meet and interact with your potential pet 🐶😺

Meet and interact with J

What's Edited:

Prologue

World lore

More physical banter variations for A and L when they have different genders

Hope everyone enjoys the update! :D PS: Ignore the main re-post, just wanted to transfer the main post to this account. PPS: omg I just realized it's April 1 - this is not an April fools joke !!!

#if wip #lightweaver: chosen #dashingdon #interactive fiction #choice of games #hosted games #if #cog #hog #choicescript #interactive novel #if game #if update

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kismets-barista · 4 months

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Hold onto your Stetson, @ohposhers; have I got some personal HickDory lore for you 😎💜🌟🫧

Excuse the insanity for those who don't feel compelled towards these two

SO!

Hickory and JD met a few good years before the events of the World Tour when Dory was traveling to find Lonesome Flats, got heatstroke and passed out in the desert. Wakes up to Hickory shadowed in the flickering light of a campfire beneath a canopy of the brightest stars he'd seen since the Neverglades, but it wouldn't be until QUITE a few months later until they really started developing crushes against each other. (Cowboy under the stars, you'd think he'd fall right then and there, right? 🌟)

Why was Hickory already in Lonesome Flats, you might ask? Where was Dickory?

In a glue trap, I say in response. Hickory came from Yodelsberg (is there a canonical name for this?) for international study and to learn about new music. He fell in love with country because yodeling and country music are actually quite gorgeous together. She Taught Me to Yodel, anyone?

Delta Dawn obviously didn't take to Dory showing up and around the town, but after some convincing by Hickory and lots of proving himself (plus a vulture attack that resulted in John Dory saving the very young niece of Delta Dawn- Clampers-) he 'earned' a place there and began to work around town.

It was weird for him.

He'd never quite settled down, until then.

(Now, the specific timeline, yearly I mean is a little muddled because I'm still crafting this, but I'll put them out about three years, now.)

John Dory was still living in Lonesome Flats, and he'd started a relationship with Hickory. They loved each other, as my cohort in crime @protagonist-art (CHECK OUT THEIR ART I LOVE THEM SM MUAH) has Hickory tell John when we get write them, "More than the moon loves the ocean." As surely as the tide pulls in and out, so the lovers return to each other.

So Via, what does Hickory think about BroZone?

Oh, my sweet star.

He doesn't know.

After returning to the devastated Troll Tree, John Dory lost a piece of his heart in the damaged pod they used to live in. It was the first time he went grey, and the memories of his brothers started shifting from what was, to what would never be again. He couldn't find it within himself to talk about them, and has his secrets.

But so does Hickory.

Girl wdym stop being so mysterious.

Heh. I know. It's just a glimpse into my dark mind /ref. Anyways, Hickory never told John Dory he was a Yodeler troll. (Another piece of lore that Quizzy and I worked on together and I think it's brilliant.)

Huh? Aren't they in a long-term relationship? Won't this cause issues later on if they don't share these things with each other?

Oh, they love every aspect of each other too much for their bond to truly be broken.

And yet.

One morning, years after just living and loving, John Dory wakes up with a massive headache and nausea.

"Maybe it's that horse that kicked me yesterday, could've gotten me harder than we both thought."

"Lemme check for a knot, Darlin'."

No knots, but there was an egg.

🌟 (Here I'll say that I'm massively in love with the headcanon that trolls conceive through true love- it isn't quite necessary for them to physically do anything unless they want to. Just them, wholeheartedly trusting and putting everything into their relationship and pouring their heart out to their partner.)

They were absolutely ECSTATIC, and rightfully terrified in their own ways. Neither of them were looking for children but not against it, and after resting for a few days they began to plan. A nursery in the house, baby books with millions of names scattered on the coffee table, toys and cute little baby clothes for when the little one hatched.

Wanna know two of the names John Dory had in mind? Rhonda and Dolly.

They were ecstatic until the night John Dory woke up absolutely ill and with a pit in his stomach.

They lost the egg, and it was the second time John Dory went grey in his life.

A week after this had happened, John Dory left a bundled lock of his hair at Hickory's nightstand and did what he knows how to do all too well. He ran.

Hickory never went too far out of Lonesome Flats in the hopes that John Dory would come back. He couldn't imagine what would happen if his love came back and didn't find him there.

The events of World Tour come about, Hickory meets Branch, and travels for the first time since John Dory left.

John Dory continued to travel, until the events of Band Together.

But don't worry, dear readers, for as surely as the tides come in, so will the lovers meet again. 🌟

Aaaand BOOM! That's it! 💜 I've got lore behind the names Rhonda and Dolly as well, and am SO down to answer any questions about them that anyone has. For you, Posh, thank you for asking and helping me to share a story I've been working on, and for everyone else that read this, thank you kindly! I hope that everyone who made it this far has quite a lovely day, or if you didn't, have a lovely day anyways!

Remember to take your meds, drink water, eat something, and stretch!

💜🌟🫧

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emhahee · 2 months

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Hi hi,

So like I have a question around your Hayffie headcanon’s. Because if I remember correctly you ship them? If not please ignore this.

Two questions actually

1: When do you think they went from arguing (derogatory) to bickering (affectionate)

2: What do you think happened after the war with them Book Verse v Movie Verse. (I only differentiate because a lot of people have different interpretations because of what happened with Effie book v movie)

I think the progression of Haymitch and Effie’s relationship from genuinely not being able to stand each other to making bedroom eyes at each other was a lot more gradual than what we saw as an audience. Like as readers, we only saw the last three years of the development of their relationship when they had YEARS of lore before that that we never saw. I’m sure when they first met, they were both a lot younger and Effie may not have even been an escort at that point. My guess is that they met when she was just working with the stylists, still learning the ropes, probably caught up in being a regular capitol young adult person, which probably hugely impacted their initial impressions of each other when they started having to mentor together, especially considering haymitch’s demeanor. That’s not to say Haymitch didn’t call her “sweetheart” in his Appalachian drawl just to see if he could make her blush through her makeup. Because he would, and she did. But also, for years and years before katniss and Peeta, Haymitch and Effie experienced the losses of their tributes as one. Katniss observed that each of them have different ways of coping with having to send two children to their imminent death year after year: Haymitch uses alcohol, and Effie lives in a hazy cloud of ignorance about what the games even really are, wrapping herself in the glamour and excitement leading up to the games and presumably tuning most of the event itself out. I think over the years, Haymitch and Effie certainly developed a mutual empathy for each other in this regard, because you can’t really blame someone for how they cope with unimaginable loss and suffering. But I think there was a shift in their dynamic around the time of katniss and Peetas first games, not only when they experienced the hope of having victors for the first time, but simultaneously becoming wrapped up in a rebellion. Effie was one of few constants in haymitch’s life and it is my personal belief that their feelings had been stirring for a long time but probably really took off on the victory tour. I’m sure there were nights where effie had a few too many and started sloppily confessing her feelings for Haymitch and the attendants on the train just looked the other way because it would NOT be a good look in the face of unrest and uprising to have a capitol employee fraternizing with a district citizen. But in that regard it was also 🎊forbidden🎊 which makes it so much better in my opinion. But I don’t think Haymitch would really have been able to admit his own feelings for Effie until learning she had been taken by the capitol, much like katniss wasn’t really able to know she loved peeta until he had been taken, too. And like I legitimately cannot imagine the torment Haymitch must have been experiencing at knowing someone who, on the surface, had such an innocent perception of the world being tortured for her association with him and his colleagues. I think Haymitch got home to 12 after the war, fairly soon after got a phone call, and, remembering his phone lines had been reconnected, knew exactly who was waiting on the other end of the line. And from then on it was game over. Or whatever. At least that’s how it is in my head.

#hayffie #thg #hayffie headcanon

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thatfeelinwhenyou · 9 months

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HANDS ON YOU — 051 (finale)

IN WHICH; ILAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÈRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

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❥･• chapter 51 — number 1 fan

As the live stream comes to an end, Heeseung wastes no time. With a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes, he draws you close, pulling you into the most enchanting hug you've ever experienced. It's a hug you've yearned for the last 6 months, one that seemed like a distant dream while he was touring the world and you were immersed in your own whirlwind of commitments, filming variety shows, and preparing for your next album.

But even amidst the hectic schedules, neither of you let a day pass without hearing each other's voice. Late-night calls became a ritual, and even when exhaustion threatened to consume you both, you persisted, staying up into the ungodly hours of the night just to cherish those precious moments together.

And now, as your head gently rests against his chest, you feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. This hug is more than a simple desire; it's a need that courses through your very being. The absence of his touch left you yearning and anxious. Yet, as his arms wrap around you, you feel that unsettling void within your chest fill up with his very essence. There's something different about his embrace—something that makes you fit perfectly into every nook and cranny of his arms, like missing pieces of a puzzle. Leaving no doubt that this embrace is where you truly belong.

“And to think you were chasing me away just a few minutes ago.” A soft, breathy laugh escapes Heeseung's lips as he playfully teases you. You feel the warmth of his breath brush the ticklish surface of your skin, and it sends delightful shivers down your spine. With an almost instinctive response, you bury yourself deeper into the crook of his neck, savouring the intimate moment between you two.

"Oh, get a room!" Yuna groans, her playful protest piercing the air. You can almost see her rolling her eyes at the display of affection, and the other members join in with knowing glances and suppressed giggles. "Maybe we will," Heeseung replies, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he plays along. The girls erupt in mock disgust, teasing the two of you further, and you can't help but blush under their teasing gazes. The girls' playful reactions got you pouting in annoyance, but you couldn't help stealing a glance at your boyfriend, who was already gazing back at you with adoration.

With a tender smile, Heeseung gently clears his throat, "Now, if you'll excuse us," He signals for you to grab your belongings and takes this chance to sneak little gifts and souvenirs to your members. You can't deny that you're fully aware of his actions, but you decide to say nothing, knowing that this is his way of expressing gratitude to your members. They kept you company and distracted you during the long months he was away, and he wants to show them just how much he appreciates their support.

His actions speak volumes about the depth of his affection for you and the genuine concern he has for those close to you. It only makes you fall even more deeply in love with him, knowing that he cherishes not only you but everyone who's dear to you. You watch with adoration as he effortlessly spreads happiness around, knowing that he has a heart as big as the universe, and that it belongs to you.

As you draw closer to him, he reaches out with a gentle touch, enveloping your hand in his and intertwining your fingers. "Take good care of our leader, Sunbae-nim! We can't function without her," your members cheer playfully, referencing an inside joke that elicits laughter all around. You can't help but roll your eyes in mock annoyance, silently mouthing to Heeseung that you'll explain the joke to him later.

Amidst the laughter and banter, Yoon's voice rises above the rest, calling out with a grin, "We want her back by 10 a.m. tomorrow!" The playful demand earns a chorus of agreement, and you sigh defeatedly, not even bothering to refute. As they continue teasingly setting curfews and conditions, you can't help but be grateful for the bonds you share with your fellow members, who always manage to make even the most emotional moments light-hearted.

Tugging gently on Heeseung's hand, you signal that it's time to move on, and he follows your lead without hesitation. There's a warm glow in your chest as you walk hand in hand, knowing that your friends are just a step behind, supporting your newfound happiness.

As you walk side by side, Heeseung steals glances at you, his eyes a beautiful mix of amusement and curiosity. "Stop staring at me like that," you playfully chide while swinging your intertwined hands as you walk, noticing the glances that the passing staff is casting your way—not that it bothers you anyway.

Despite dating publicly for months, a lingering unease still gnaws at you when others watch you together. You worry about what they might think of Heeseung because of you, but talking to him has always helped ease your mind. Heeseung doesn’t know it, but his presence has a way of soothing your anxieties. You also don’t know how you quite literally wear your heart on your sleeves, and he was able to instantly sense your inner turmoil.

"Cut me some slack," he teases in response in an attempt to get your mind off of it. "Let me make up for all the times I didn't get to see you." His hand squeezes yours gently, and you try to maintain a stern expression, but a smile inevitably breaks free. Curse Lee Heeseung and his endless rizz.

"So, where are you taking me?" you inquire with a playful smile, intrigued by the mysterious plans Heeseung seems to have in store. He gracefully slides open the door of the black van for you, and you step inside, acknowledging his manager with a warm greeting.

"My room," Heeseung responds nonchalantly as if he didn’t just spout the most out-of-pocket thing ever, right in front of his manager. For a moment, you’re taken aback by his boldness, and your mind unwillingly brushes over the mere thought of being in an intimate setting with him.

His words hang in the air, and he quickly realises how suggestive he must have sounded. "I didn't mean it that way!" he clarifies in a rush, his cheeks tinged with a charming blush. "I just meant I wanted to spend some alone time with my girlfriend, maybe watch a cute movie or something." A delightful snort escapes your lips, unable to contain your amusement at his accidental innuendo. His manager, trying to maintain a composed exterior, can't help but suppress a chuckle, which only adds to Heeseung's endearing embarrassment.

"Smooth, Hee," you tease playfully, reaching out to squeeze his hand affectionately.

"I'd love to watch a cute movie with you, wherever it may be."

As the van begins to move, you find yourself getting lost in the enchantment of the moment. There's something captivating about being with him—the way his eyes gleam with sincerity and the way he makes your heart race with just a few words. Unbeknownst to Heeseung, it is now your turn to be utterly mesmerised by him. With a gapingly adoring stare, you drink in every detail of his face. The soft glow from the street lamps passing by casts an ethereal glow on his sharp features, accentuating them.

You marvel at how each line and curve of his face seems perfectly crafted, as if he were a work of art. His eyes, like sparkling stars in the night sky, hold a world of emotions that you can't help but get lost in. His smile, a gentle curve that warms your soul, is like a beacon of happiness. You want to capture this moment, etch it into your memory forever, and hold onto this feeling of bliss.

It didn’t take long for the van to come to a halt in front of the apartment complex, and his manager playfully ushers you out, shooting you both a teasing glance. It's been a while since you last set foot in ENHYPEN's dorm, the last time being when fate intervened with Heeseung accidentally posting that confession tweet that brought you together (thank God). Your time together is often spent in the sanctuary of HYBE's many recording rooms or your own dorm room. Being the gentleman he is, Heeseung insisted he was perfectly okay with being the one always going to you, making you feel like the most cherished person in the world.

As the door to the apartment swings open, sounds of laughter fill the air. The lively banter led by none other than Jake, passionately “coaching” Ni-ki on a game of League of Legends, "Go for the tower, not the minions, you idiot! Where is Heeseung? I literally cannot trust this kid with anything!"

Heeseung stifles a laugh, his cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. You can't help but find his reaction adorable, knowing that even as the responsible eldest, he can't escape the playful dynamics of the group. It's a side of him you treasure, seeing how he is able to freely embrace his inner child whenever he’s with his members.

He places a gentle hand on the small of your back as he guides you into the apartment. The rest of the members notice your arrival, and they all greet you warmly. It feels like coming home, being surrounded by the people who are not only important to Heeseung but who have also become dear to you.

Ignoring the chaos unfolding right outside his door, Heeseung and you settle into the cosy covers of his blanket, dressed in one of his many hoodies, ready to embark on a movie night. The room is softly lit, with the warm glow of LED lights creating an ambience of comfort. “So, which cute movie are we watching today?” You inquire, watching him scroll through the Disney+ catalogue on his laptop.

“Toy story?” He responds, his eyes filled with the excitement of watching his favourite animation for the nth time. You found this absolutely adorable; Lee Heeseung, who racked up a mysterious bad-boy reputation, is actually a softie at heart who can recite every single line of Toy Story by heart.

The familiar Pixar Animation intro plays on the screen, and you lean comfortably against the headboard of his twin-sized bed. The movie unfolds before you, but you can't help but steal glances at Heeseung every now and then. His eyes are fixated on the screen, but you can sense that his attention is divided between the plot and you.

To be frank, you weren’t really paying much attention to the movie itself and more so just enjoying the company. His presence alone is enough to make your heart skip a beat, and you feel a rush of warmth and affection every time your eyes meet when he excitedly looks over to you whenever a part of the movie he liked is coming up. You were already pretty exhausted at this point, but you still tried your best to reciprocate his energy.

Sensing the sleep threatening to wash over you, Heeseung wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head gently against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart—a soothing rhythm that complements the movie's soundtrack.

You feel Heeseung shifting beneath you, his warm touch reaching over to pause the movie that was about to reach its climactic moment. "You didn't have to pause it," you protest gently, not wanting to rob him of the enjoyment he seemed to find in the film. "Go on and finish it, I know you want to."

However, Heeseung's eyes are filled with fondness as he gazes at you, his affectionate smile melting your heart. "Princess, I wanted to spend this time with you," he murmurs tenderly, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ears, his words wrapping around you like a soft embrace. "There's no point in watching it if it's not with you. If you want to sleep, I'll go to sleep with you." He pouts playfully, and before you can respond, he carefully adjusts your bodies so that you are now lying down fully on his bed, wrapped securely in his arms.

His fingers gently stroke your hair, the loving gesture as an attempt to lull you to sleep. Instead of making you drowsy, his touch sends a surge of excitement through your veins. You become hyper-aware of his every movement, your heart beating faster as you feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

In this intimate moment, time seems to stand still. The world outside his room fades away, leaving just the two of you entwined in your little cocoon. You're drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull he exudes.

As you lie there, wrapped in his embrace, you can't help but marvel at how effortlessly he understands you and how he always puts your needs before his own. Heeseung's love is a sanctuary—a place where you can be vulnerable and cherished, where you feel seen and loved for who you truly are.

With your head pressed firmly against his chest, you are able to hear clearly how his heart begins picking up pace.

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” Your trapped hands play with the fabric of his sweater, and you can feel him tiredly smile against your head.

“I have the most beautiful woman in my arms, I think any man in my position would feel the same.” You gush at his confession. Heeseung, once again, never fails to shower you with compliments, reminding you time and time again that he feels privileged that you chose to be with him. In this fleeting moment, you realise how deeply you've fallen for him, how your heart beats in sync with his, and how he's become the centre of your universe. The realisation fills you with a mixture of awe and gratitude, knowing that you've found something rare and precious.

Each passing moment feels like a dream, and as you drift off to sleep, cradled in his arms, you know that this is just the beginning. With Heeseung, every moment is an adventure, and every touch is a promise of something beautiful.

Lee Heeseung is and forever will be your number-one fan, just as you will be his.

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authors note: anddd that’s a wrap! thank you for staying with heeyn till the very end 😭 no words can even begin to express how grateful i am for each and every one of your support. i started out this smau as a creative expression and ngl i did kind of lost the plot somewhere (didn’t know what i was doing half the time) but hey we bounced back! ig? fret not, there is still a bonus chapter coming out soon (fluff warning btw) and also mayyybe something else i’m planning 🫣🤫 until then, please do stay safe, happy, and continue loving enhypen! xoxo, thatfeelinwhenyou 🤍

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rassicas · 1 year

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Hey, I have a question stemming from the most recent splatoon band lore. My understanding is that a) Shiver is an Octoling b) Octolings did not live on the surface until recently and yet c) Deep cut knew (of) each other as kids. Am I missing something, because I can't figure out how all of these things can be true at the same time.

I've seen some confusion floating about and I've gotten a few asks about this exact thing, so I think its about time I made a little write up about it. the fault here is in point b. The truth is: In Inkadia, Octolings did not openly live on the surface until recently.

Meaning that -outside of Inkadia, there were Octolings living freely. -within Inkadia, there were Octolings living in Inkopolis in secret, before the events of Octo Expansion, and even before Marina left the army. For the first point...the band Diss-Pair!

its mentioned in the Haikara Walker artbook that Ikkan met Warabi overseas, as in outside of Inkadia. it's mentioned in Warabi's bio that his parents (presumably octolings!) are famous actors, and that Warabi has toured around many different countries. (source)

And more importantly...

Massive floods were the catalyst for the Great Turf War, with habitable land being an already scarce resource. Deep Cut's ancestors used their clan's powers to create a whirlpool that drained the floods and saved their homeland. (ENG just says the '3 lights consumed the disaster' but JP states they made a whirlpool. with the Eiffel tower's presence and all the debris in the crater...could it be the floodwater drained into Alterna?)

So what happens if there's no flood? No war, no octarian exile. I doubt Shiver's clan is the only long standing family of Octolings living freely in that area. after all, Octolings and Inklings living in harmony was the norm before the war.

I'm thinking that the Great Turf War was limited to inkadia... Or its something like the great floods affected various parts of the world, and the GTW was actually a world war, and battles broke out globally. Regardless, not everywhere had such battles between inklings and octolings, such as the Splatlands. (I'm leaning towards it being an inkadia-only thing, but we know next to nothing about the rest of splatoon's earth right now) Note how far the GTW craters are from the Splatsville. (hi res)

as for Octarians other than Marina living in Inkadia before OE...there's tidbit that implies this.

In Haikara Walker, there's an article about the Inkopolis Backstreets (the s2 tutorial area). It was the center of Inkopolis street fashion culture before Inkopolis plaza took the stage. So at least prior to ME 2014. The article is written in-universe by an author who personally experienced this change in culture over the years. (you can read it here) At the end, it is revealed the author is an adult octoling wearing a hat and mask to cover some Octarian traits.

(It's just a reused player model. but interesting to think about...woody kawahagi, what is your origin story?)

#asks #splatoon #long post #splatoon lore #please feel free to pass this post along to anyone u see wondering about this #octolings #great turf war #octarians

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 10 months

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Click Me For Part 1!

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬…

Warning! This Series Includes: Spoilers to Genshin Impact Lore & The Characters Might be OOC!

So. You had no idea where the heck you are (technically speaking), and you're talking to the Traveler and Venti. And Paimon. You've barely spent a day here, and things were already looking like they were becoming more and more like a source of lore material.

Which, you suppose, you kinda are. You just got a bombed dropped in your face about being Istaroth not even thirty minutes ago. And, the more you think about it, the more you wonder if your friends (you only have 3 others in your friend group—it was a reasonable assumption) are the rest of the Shining Shades of the Primordial One. You all probably were, if sagau fanfics taught you anything.

"Uh...Venti, who is this?" Paimon asks, her little floating-self hovering in mid-air. She had the classical hand to her chin as she thought, her head pushed forward as if to get a better look at you. "I don't think we ever met her before."

"Ah, allow me to introduce you to an old friend of mine!" Venti cheers, plastering on a smile. Damn, ain't this bard good at hiding his emotions. You wish you had that ability. "This is my friend, Y/N. They recently just arrived to Mondstadt, and they got curious about the Tree of Vanessa, so this humble bard just had to show the newcomer the legendary tree of where the fallen Lionfang Knight hero rests!"

The Traveler tilts their head at Venti, before looking over at you. You gulp, trying not to show how unnerved you were. You knew that the Traveler was pretty keen (in some things), so they no doubt picked up Venti's definition of "old friend."

How funny, because you probably know little to nothing about the bard next to you, smiling as bright as the sun as if the world needed extra brightness (like discord bright mode, honestly. It's giving you an eyesore staring at it).

"Oh, alright!" Paimon cheers, not even thinking about anything the bard just said. "So—where does your friend originate from?" She peers curiously at you, and you finally realize that Paimon must've caught on a similar definition to the Traveler. Except, you assume, the Traveler suspected you to be a god of some sort, while Paimon thinks you were a archon that was just visiting Mondstadt.

And it's only now you realized that you had no mora. And it's not like you tried to summon your Paimon Menu—Venti's fiasco of making you feel like an abnormal T-Rex got caught in the way before you could try it.

"I...uh..." You stutter out, coughing into your fist. God dang it, since when was it this hard to talk all of a sudden? You were doing so well before! "I originate...from Mondstadt, but I moved to Inazuma."

It was basically true. Enkanomiya was technically found in Inazuma near Watatsumi Island. And, according to Venti, if Istaroth was to be worshipped by the people of Mondstadt, you basically just moved nations so that you wouldn't go into slumber from the lack of such.

"Oh, that makes sense!" Paimon says, smiling with relief that you weren't an archon. The Traveler looks at you curiously, but you can tell there is some suspicion in their eyes. Clearly, they weren't buying your alibi just yet. "So, uh—is Venti giving you a tour around the place?"

"Yes," you immediately blurt out, which you kind of regret. "He uh—he saw me cluelessly looking around and—you know—uhm, kindly provided to be my tour guide around the Region of Mondstadt."

"Ehe, indeed I did!" Venti exclaims, puffing out his chest. Damn, was this guy good at bluffing. Share me your skills, You begged. You seriously need some acting lessons. "In fact, we were just about to be on our way to the Temple of A Thousand Winds!"

"Ooh, that's cool!" Paimon says happily. "If you'd like, we can show you the way there!" Venti gasps dramatically.

"Are you saying that I'd get us lost?" He pouts. "Come on, have some faith in this travelling bard!" Paimon and the Traveler give each other a quick look, clearly a little...doubtful, to say the least. Paimon turns around to face him.

"Yes," She says, crossing her arms with a deadpan. "Tone Deaf Bard, how exactly are we sure that you aren't getting Y/N lost? Wait a second—Paimon's got a better question! Did you had any alcohol?" You snort.

"Ehe, nope!" Venti smiles. "Surprising, isn't it? I didn't even have the time before I decided to help!"

"Yeah...Paimon doesn't believe you for some reason."

And that's how you managed to get the Traveler and Paimon to help you find the Temple of A Thousand Winds! Boy, you had no idea how the heck this happened, but at least you found it and the Traveler was here! (Assuming that Venti's theory is correct, and the Traveler has to have something to do with you being Istaroth somehow—)

"Holy cow...So this is what it looks like..." you mutter to yourself. You've only ever seen it as through a gaming computer, and even then, the images were still pixels. But this? This was a whole new level.

"Ehe, yep!" Venti cheers. "This is the Temple of A Thousand Winds for you!"

"Uhm, you mind if I take a look around?" You look at the others, waiting for a confirmation. Listen, Venti piqued your interests, and now you're curious to find the a broken statue of Istaroth or something around here.

"Sure, but be careful!" Paimon warns. "If you want, the Traveler and I can accompany you!"

"I have Venti." You point at the dude beside you. "Isn't he enough?"

"With how much Paimon knows of Tone-Deaf Bard, I doubt he'll help you." Paimon crosses her arms, a deadpan on her face. The Traveler chuckles, shaking their head in a fond way.

So, naturally, you all just stuck together, trying to find the one thing you came for—which Venti was trying to hint at which directions you need to go from the very beginning of the search, and of course—you catching absolutely none of them, for several hours.

"So uh, not to pry, Y/N, but what exactly are you looking for?" Paimon questions. Oh yeah—"not to pry" your backside. You sigh—there's no point in lying.

"I'm looking for a Statue of Istaroth," you explain. "I...I heard this place worshipped them and I got curious, so I wanted to see it for myself."

"Hm...Paimon's never seen a Statue of Istaroth from all the times we've been here." She looks over at the Traveler. "But sure, let us help!" Her eyes sparkle as she gets an idea. "Ooh, maybe there's some more hidden treasure around here! Come on, Traveler, let's go find the trea—uh, the Statue of Istaroth!"

You found it during the evening, but you could care less—your legs were dead tired just running around, avoiding monsters, avoiding whatever debris that was suddenly appearing, and standing around like a fish out of water. You need a break from this nuisance—you still weren't even sure yourself if you were indeed Istaroth!

"What kind of god is that?" Paimon wonders out loud. "Paimon's never seen a Statue of Seven look like that before!"

"That," Venti starts with a smile. "Is the Statue of Istaroth, the God of Time."

His voice echoes somehow, and despite the not-so cold atmosphere, you feel shivers crawling down your spine. Were you really Istaroth?

"Huh....Hey, Traveler! Since it looks like it's similar to a Statue of Seven, maybe you can try resonating it!" Paimon gasps. "Just think—what if you get some extra cool powers from it?!" Her galactic eyes sparkle.

The Traveler complies with a smile, reaching out to touch the Statue of Istaroth. You watch with bated breath, unsure of how to react in the current situation you were practically thrown into.

A huge blast of anemo explodes, filling the entire debris around you shaking off old dust as the anemo swirls around all of you. Venti was practically the only one who was smiling, and for once, you can read him like an open book—he was reminiscing as the familiar anemo energy continues to swirl and explode.

When it finally settles, you feel something wave through your chest—as if a breeze has somehow find a tunnel in straight through your entire body, sending small shivers throughout.

"Huh...so it did nothing?" Paimon's disappointment was evident on her face, just as much as the confusion. "That's strange...Paimon's never seen a Statue of Seven act like that."

Just as Venti open his mouth to speak, a loud, booming voice, awfully similar to your own, echoes.

"𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦…𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬?"

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: IT'S DONE! I AM SO SORRY, THIS TOOK SO LONG! 😭💀 I APOLOGIZE ON BEHALF OF MY DEAD SELF.

I honestly have no idea where this series will lead to—I am practically writing this without a plot planned and that is not good :') However! Feel free to give me your ideas and/or thoughts about this series—perhaps I might even add them in 👀

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soov-archived · 11 months

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i think some engenes (targeted) don't realize that not only enha, but also the backup dancers for bite me, and other groups who have similar choreographies, are simply doing their jobs as performers. dancing is a like a multifaceted prism — you can't say that it is only about moving around in the right rythm, or making silly expressions. and sucks to inform you, but one of the faces of this prism is the need of having chemistry with your dance partner in order to execute a pleasurable performance.

enhypen doesn't owe any of us, fans, anything, and especially not a change in the goddamn choreography. after they spent more than 8 daily hours practicing this choreography, for over three months (not counting the vocal practice for the recording of the album, and the fact that they had to do it after a world tour and multiple award shows), the bare minimum this absolute disgrace of a fandom could do is showing them some genuine support and empathy.

the jealousy that engenes are putting out for these dancers is the same that has been going on since sooha appeared in the webtoon and concept film. a fictional character bothered fans to the point that, now, female dancers can't even breathe next to their immaculate idols without having fans calling trucks to boycott a comeback.

i'm praying that enhypen continues with the female dancers / characters in their future choreographies and lore. that them and the women who did an amazing job with this choreo are doing well, even with so much hate. and that belift can finally wake up and take legal action if this clownery continues.

#⚹︎ ─ spam.#and please don't even try to come up to me with the “the sooha thing was a joke”#because i know that it irked a lot of people #and if that wasn't the case then why would people keep pushing and overused joke for months ??#watch engenes go crazy when they find out that enha prob has partners behind the cams 🙀🙀🙀🙀#*an overused joke

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - LIV

Celestia had a cruel sense of humor. He knew this, even before his days as a student. But to be given a soulmate? Now, when he openly blasphemed against the cursed island in the sky? He would outlive you and the dreadful fated bond that haunted your shared dreams. There was little point in this. He could at least put a Vision to good use. People were nothing but disappointments. He had no use for you. Until you pulled the bow across your instrument and awoke a part of him long buried by self-hatred and arrogance. Soulmate AU; Il Dottore/Female reader w/ established personality and backstory. Slow burn. Lore and world speculation and interpretation within; follows canon story where possible. Fic is rated explicit; MDNI. Mind the tags. Chapter on AO3 here.

A blast of heat greeted you as you stepped into the House of the Hearth. Early twilight cast shades of pink and orange against warm wooden paneling, echoes of laughter dancing down the halls. You could already smell dinner wafting from the far reaches of the large house. If you closed your eyes, you could just make out the out-of-tune violin being practiced upstairs.

Arlecchino’s passing comment at the bank was followed up with a proper invitation. One you knew better than to avoid or turn down. Zandik didn’t entirely seem pleased but even he knew you were more bound by social conventions. If you were to stay, you might as well attempt to make other bonds.

You knew little about this particular division of the Fatui other than Zandik’s remark about espionage and that loyalty was an interesting facet of cognitive development for children.

A housekeeper took your cloak and lead you to Arlecchino’s office at the back of the house. Wide windows dressed in heavy drapes provided a view to gardens long-since buried in snow and trampled through by both wildlife and children. The furniture looked only slightly out of place and bore the uniquely detailed style typical of Fontainian woodworkers and upholsterers. The table between the couches held a tea set that was, although plain, clearly made from one of the best guild-families; it was accompanied by a large stand of desserts, colorful, fresh, and familiar.

Around you, floor to ceiling bookshelves held various tomes, the age of some betraying the woman standing behind her desk. Another oddity you were beginning to recognize among the top-ranked Fatui leaders.

“Perfect timing, maestra, although I’d expect as such from someone of your skill,” Arlecchino said, her smile softly carving her face. “Make yourself at home.”

You settled into the sofa nearest you, the fire in the hearth on your left spilling its warmth onto your feet. The Harbinger handed off a letter to the housekeeper before she took a seat across from you, legs crossed as her hands reached for the teapot and poured.

“Before I recount the important details of Fontaine’s changes, there is one that I feel you, and many others, were owed a long time ago.”

She picked up a cup and saucer and held it out to you, black fingers curling so her nails wouldn’t scratch you. You took it, the smell of lavender teasing your senses, and watched as Arlecchino pulled something from inside her jacket and placed it on the table.

Metal glinted in the firelight and your blood iced over. You turned your head to look the Harbinger square in the face, eyes narrowed.

“I thought your compositions sounded familiar but your piano playing made it difficult to place. Once my children confirmed you had taken to another instrument, it didn't take much more than an ad placed for a cellist in the national orchestra. The Steambird does love its gossip and a renowned cellist leaving the tour in Sumeru after a devastating scene of destruction is quite...attention-grabbing."

Arlecchino took a sip of her tea before she spoke again.

“Not that it truly matters, although the Doctor was always a bit touched with paranoia. You are owed accolades in your own right and if the Doctor is keen on keeping your visage to himself, then so be it.”

“Then why is that signet ring on the table?” you asked, your tea untouched in your lap.

The last you saw of that accursed thing, he was playing with it as you signed your non-disclosure forms and waivers. How many bruises had that thing wrought? How many scars?

A trembling ache sat in your rib cage. Deep down, a part of you hoped you get to slice your claymore through him, bit by bit. Make him regret hurting you, hurting everyone. It was never a conscious thought but when you practiced, sometimes the training mech wore his face in your mind, and you worked yourself to exhaustion.

Zandik never asked. With many things, he didn’t need to. Spite recognized spite and of all people, he knew how to use it to fuel one’s goals.

“When I arrived, I caught wind that he had a new contract with a violinist. Talented young man. Your patron recently took to darker circles, was far more open about his…activities to others. When one gets away with something for too long, they get careless. I'll spare you the rest but the poor boy did not die a dignified death. Even at the end of a spear, your patron whined and blamed others, thinking it would save him.”

Between your fingers, the handle of the porcelain cup snapped and hot liquid spilled across the fabric you wore. Unsteadily, you placed the cup and saucer on the table and reached for a cloth napkin, dabbing your outfit.

You’d wanted to kill him.

Ever since you finally developed the proper strength and had the means, you’d silently hoped that one day, you’d take up the chance. Hurt him for all that he robbed you and others of, for all the pain and lasting marks, for taking your own passion and throttling you with it…

Gone, just like that.

The flood of rage, hot and boiling, faded as relief washed over you, certainty taking hold. He would never harm a single person again. No one would die again.

But maybe if you hadn’t left, that violinist would be alive. Others after you would have been spared. You could have endured it. Wouldn’t that have been better? At least no one else would have...

Vision blurry and shoulders shaking, you were unaware that Arlecchino had moved to sit beside you, her steady hands taking the napkin from you and dabbing the fabric in your place.

“What good is justice when the guilty all walk free?” she whispered soothingly.

You couldn’t cry, not here, not properly. Even if Arlecchino knew who you were, where you came from, you liked the privacy and anonymity your mask gave you. That something kept you from the rest of the world while Zandik got all of you.

You managed a shuddering breath as you focused on the warmth of the fire, Arlecchino’s voice, and the way your boots moved when you flexed your ankles. The Harbinger, satisfied you at least weren’t melting, rose and folded the fabric in her hands gently.

“He was not the first of his kind, nor the last. Many of the children I’ve come across suffered similar or worse. At the very least, he will no longer hurt another.”

Which was all you could have asked for, in the end.

Arlecchino whisked away the broken cup and wet saucer back to the tray, used the napkin to wipe up the remnants on the polished wood, and placed a new one in front of you without hesitation. Practiced motions that only came with experience.

“I—"

“I hated this set anyway,” the Harbinger said as smoothed her pants and sat down. “One cup won’t be missed.”

You nodded but didn’t bring yourself to take the cup just yet. Hands still shaking slightly, you didn’t quite trust yourself not to break this one, too.

“Fontaine loves to pretend they have everything in order and Monsieur Neuvillette tries, certainly. Lady Furina tried but lacked the confidence in her skills and abilities. Plenty of people, including the perpetrator behind the serial disappearances, got away with the harm they caused due to those blindspots. Systems fail, maestra. No one intends for them to, but they do.”

“They failed those victims for a decade,” you said. “They failed every single person who trusted the ones who put a roof over their head.”

The venom in your words was intentional but it was burning you from the inside out; you couldn’t keep it in forever.

You recalled a case where a boy killed his parents when he discovered they were selling the children they took in when they got too old. More and more young women went missing, never to be seen again. Performers, the best of the best, suddenly without the partner they rose to fame with; shared looks across a crowded room said everything one needed to know about what transpired.

“It is why people like us must step in,” Arlecchino sat back and took a sip of her tea. “Play the roles no one else can or wants to.”

“Because Celestia won’t?”

You recalled the long trip from Sumeru, during which Zandik recounted the structure of the world, the true nature of the Heavenly Principles, and the Descenders who tried to dismantle them. Celestia and the Principles were meant to be guides and when those guides failed, when people were desperate and shaken with a fear of something greater than the divine…

That, too, was a system that failed every single time. A usurper who thought they understood the culture of the people they ruled over, out of touch.

The Knave gave an enigmatic smile over the rim of her cup before she took another long sip.

“It brings me great joy to see Columbina find another who shares her passion for creation. I am not sure how you convinced that madman to allow you to accompany him, but I’m glad for it.”

Although you could not bring yourself to remove your mask, the warmth of being seen kept you cozy until you arrived back at the Palace and in the sanctuary of your rooms.

“Where are you taking me?”

All you received in response was a chuckle of amusement as the forearm beneath your hand tensed for a brief second.

From the moment you’d awoken, Zandik had a lightness to his step that only came with a major breakthrough in his research. In the privacy of your rooms, he had been liberal with his affection that morning, flashing a wolfish grin when he pulled you back under the covers. He had a surprise, he said, but it had to wait until after dinner.

You still bore the reminder at the base of your neck, hidden beneath a high collared blouse.

His excitement took the edge off the knowledge that the ball was tomorrow night. Only that afternoon’s rehearsal stood between you and the moment of truth.

As soon as you’d cleared your plate, Zandik tugged at his cravat and covered your eyes with it, careful not to tie it too tight. He slid your veil back on, muttering something about ensuring no one else saw the color in your cheeks, and guided your hand into the crook of his elbow.

You’d lost track after the first few turns and a stairwell down which Zandik carried you himself. Judging by the muted sounds from his boots, you had to be in one of the wings of the Palace, but only on the first floor, same as the throne room and your music room. Most of those corridors had soft runners and there had only been a single flight of stairs. But with the continued turns, you had no idea where, precisely, you could be on the main floor.

The air grew a little humid when Zandik’s steps slowed and the carpet gave way to hard stone again. He said something you recognized as an order just from his tone and receding footsteps. Carefully, you were lead down three steps before a set of doors (mostly glass, you guessed, from the way the material clattered slightly) closed behind you.

You turned your head as you were guided further into the space, footsteps echoing. Around you, the air was heavy but crisp, filled with scents both familiar and exotic. The freshness of a Rainbow Rose lingered amongst an airiness you only smelled once in Mondstadt.

“You can look now; we shouldn’t be disturbed. Now where did…”

Zandik gently touched your hand and pulled away, leaving you standing by yourself for a moment as he walked elsewhere. You lifted your veil and pulled it back before you slid your fingers into the knotted cravat. The fabric slipped down your neck. Tugging your cowl back to free your hair, you looked around the room illuminated only by the moon and the distant aurorae.

A greenhouse.

All glass, you could see the freshly fallen snow and the ice crystals that bloomed over the windows. Beds of flowers you recognized from home were intermixed with Glaze Lilies, their flowers yet to open for the evening, and Cecilias moving to a breeze of their own.

Perhaps a solarium was a better word for the space than a greenhouse, you realized. It was clearly well-manicured and maintained, meant to be seen.

From behind, you heard the telltale whisper of a spin-crystal gramophone and the click of the needle sliding into place. A crackle, and then familiar notes trickled through the air as Zandik returned to you. Your response to the music was almost instant, your ears conditioned over the last few weeks to know the initial note by heart, and you looked at him, confused.

“Columbina helped with the recording device. You’ll be too busy conducting tomorrow night. I thought you should enjoy your hard work properly,” he said.

He removed his mask and gloves before he held his hand out, palm up; your skin met his with the ease at which the sun rose every morning. His touch was warm, his fingers calloused from experiences both chemical and physical, as he led you in the steady one-two-three rhythm of the waltz.

It felt like you were there, in the concert hall, except instead of waving a baton you were observing. Artists often stepped back from their canvases to make sure everything was within perspective and scale. Without the additional depth to the sound only found in person, you could focus the larger parts and the flow of the music.

“The passion of the musicians is palpable, even in a recording,” you said. “Waltzes aren’t complicated; it’s only six basic steps, but having such dedicated colleagues certainly helped…when they were focused.”

Zandik chuckled softly as you flowed through the room. Your other hand, the one not clasped in his, rested on his shoulder blade and you felt his muscles move and flex. The touch at your waist sent a jolt through you when he pulled you closer.

“Are you aware of the litmus test, such as it is, for a perfect waltz?” he asked, blue eyebrow arching inquisitively.

“If there is one, I certainly never learned it. They trained us on the practical knowledge of playing the music, not dancing to it.”

“A shame. It used to be said that a couple dancing a waltz should be so delicate, smooth, and most importantly, swift that the flame of a candle in the lead dancer’s hand should retain its flame the entire time.”

“That’s only as good as the dance partner, though,” you shot back. “Seems more of a party trick.”

Zandik murmured.

You were uniquely aware of your torso pressed against his, the way his fingers wrapped around your hand, how hard and warm he was beneath your other hand. He followed your lead with an exact precision you only ever experienced with a fellow musician.

The time signature was not up for debate and he did not seek to fight it, fight you.

As the solarium spun around you, all you could think of was Zandik’s lips, red eyes beneath blue lashes watching from between your legs, bodies united in a way that, once upon a time, you would have considered shameful. But who was there to judge you now, save the full moon and the man before you?

Your hand left his shoulder long enough to find the expose strap of his harness across his chest and tug him to you as you angled your head to capture his lips. Cautious once, twice, before you became searing hunger and your tongue met his with a fervor that bordered on starved. You interlaced your fingers with Zandik’s, still firmly gripping his harness with your other hand; you were no longer dancing, and instead swayed to the music as it swelled, Columbina’s vocals overtaken by woodwinds.

Zandik’s hand on your waist dipped lower, grabbing your behind and pressing you firmly against him. He loosened his grip on your hand to cradle the back of your head, seemingly determined to coax your very soul from your lips. That creeping ache took root again as Zandik met your desire at every turn, a pit of fire growing in your chest and working down to curl in your lower belly.

Terrifying and freeing all at once.

You broke the kiss, parting only far enough for Zandik to press his cheek against yours. The last of the notes faded out and you could only hear your breathing over the low static of the gramophone. You swallowed audibly as the hand in your hair trailed down to your cheek, Zandik’s bare thumb brushing your swollen lips.

A match, lit after so many failed strikes, burned within you when you met his gaze again; its flame licked at unwavering patience and dedicated curiosity, determined to retain its light.

“I believe there is merit in understanding the movements of the body just as much as the structure of the music itself,” he whispered. “When you’re ready, we can put that hypothesis to the test.”

#dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore/female reader #il dottore/female reader #dottore x female reader #il dottore x female reader #genshin impact reader insert #soulmate au #merry christmas here's my last update of the year

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leotheponderer · 1 month

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Original world (long) lore dump!

My first visualisation of the place where souls go after death, before they are ready to be brought into the underworld by the Boatman inspired by the Greek myth of Charon. Most souls who came before the Psychopomp's (inspired by Thanatos) revival have taken residence and formed a community of sorts who stays and helps the regretful souls who wander along the Liminal Pathways move on.

The Liminal Paths where souls wander through. Those who are troubled by unresolved issues easily get lost in the infinitely winding path, while the residents who have long since come to terms with their circumstances will take a leisurely stroll around the paths, never getting lost as their minds stay clear. Sometimes residents will meet lost souls trapped in the paths and help guide them through their obstacles.

These are inspired by liminal spaces, which are places where one is not supposed to stay at for too long like shopping malls, corridors, staircases, swimming pools, etc. Since this is the Border where souls await the boatman to take them into the underworld, I thought it would be fitting to represent that through liminal spaces as most souls are not meant to reside there, but to move on to their next destination.

Boats of Leisure and a Raft, perfect for souls to go sightseeing. Boat tours are great as they allow a clear view of the ever-shifting Planes of Liminality and the never ending Paths, allowing the viewers to never truly become bored of its sights. Soft yellow flowers seem to follow these water vehicles, but also be generated by the water ripples, creating a magical trail of flowers. More flowers bloom when the Boatman is near, due to his abilities relating to life.

A Giant Blue Dragon swims in these waters. Fear not, it is friendly and loves the flowers.

The Performers are people who go to the Border to entertain the souls there. They can come from both the Outside and Underworld, they are usually brought in by the Boatman or Psychopomp through an exchange program created by the World. Performances can be anything which is visual (magic, dance, song, etc.) or can entertain such as comedy skits or plays (souls can express emotion, and if they laugh, you'll know).

The Keeper is one who cares for all things living in the Border. They are easily recognised by their flaming robes and calming energy as they attend to their tasks of feeding the fishes, keeping the water temperature suitable for the Blue Dragon, checking up on their friend under the land, among other things. They can use his fishing rod to move the water around, creating flowers for the creatures to feed on. They have quite the sense of humour once you get to know them. Ask about their story and maybe you'll know some trivia about the World's history.

The World is here to greet some old friends of theirs. Seems like some older friends may be due for a visit soon.

The Psychopomp (the grey one with wings) is bringing souls over to the Boatman for transport into the Underworld. The Boatman (the blue one with swirls) brings life wherever he goes, and has a title corresponding with that aspect. The boats can phase through solid things and move through the water without much resistance.

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askthechronoverse · 3 days

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According to reports from Syspocalystar, Commander RJ Brickowski was arrested today at the space port. This is the latest arrest in Unitron Chief Blaise Starhawk's Operation: Clean Sweep. What fate awaits the Commander is unclear, but what is clear is that the kingdom is behind him because of everything he's done to protect us all. Truly, this is a sad day for the Unikingdom.

Due to the arrest, RJ is no longer in ask rotation. All other characters are available.

Any currently running plots with RJ will be considered as happening in the past.

#⌈swingin' to my own sound⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈the wildcard⌋#⌈touring the world around us⌋ ⋆❈⋆ ⌈lore⌋#lego movie fanfiction #lego movie au

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partywithoutsmiling · 7 days

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Some musing on the Wanderer!Branch AU

(Okay, bit of a chaotic lore dump incoming, as this is probably the first time I am putting it to words)

Okay, important info first:

I headcanon it that Branch- and thus the other Brozone bros- are half-pop half-rock in their herritage; this headcanon is an old one, ever since World Tour dropped, and honestly only supported by the fact that Total Eclipse of the Heart that Branch sung as trolling is considered a Pop Rock song XD But hey, one doesnt need to have many reasons to make headcanons pff

(I have some tentative lore about his parents- and his grandparents- too, and how that would effect Branch and his Bros growing up, but I will leave that for a separated post)

But anyway, with Branch's Pop side being moderated by his Rock side, he would have always felt a bit out of place among his tribe, even he grew up perfectly happy with no tragedy in his life (I know switching Branch's and Poppy's place when it comes to being grey is all the rage right now, but I still feel most are missing all the necessary nuance to really make it work, but lets not get into that pf)

Obviously, that feeling of not fitting it only got hundred fold worse since his PTSD and him being grey, as Pop Trolls doesn't seem to be known for mental health support. Branch eventually leaving is not him going 'Screw you all, I will find someone who appreciates me' (much like Clay did) but more of a 'I am sorry, I won't get in your way anymore, I wont be a burden'

Basically massive amount of self-loathing and severe lack of self-worth. When Branch had his final breakdown and decided to leave, I don't think it would be with the precise goal of finding anyone (yes, part of him hopes he would be able to find his brothers and at least find closure one way or another, no matter how much it terrifies him).

Honestly, Branch probably didn't dare to examine his decision to leave any closely than he needed to, lest it would stand out to him for what it really was- a suicide trip.

This was Branch that doesnt know anything about the wide, outside world; he knows Bergen Town, knows of the old Troll Tree, and now knows the Forest and their Troll Village. But everything else is uncharted territory for him. He knows of the Neverglades, because of a faint memory of John Dory constantly talking about them when he was a baby, but has only a vague sense which way they are (I headcanon they make up for the border of Pop and Rock territories)

His preparation for the trip was abysmal, and so was his plan in general. He just picked a direction- opposite of Bergen Town, away from them- and started walking. When he first encountered the towering high peaks of Classical Territory, he immediatelly recognized that they can't be the Neverglades- very much not fitting the description that he remembered, so he walked past/around them, smack dab into Country territory.

Compared to others, I don't think the Country Trolls would have been very welcoming to him at the beginning; used to hard life, inhospitable land and abundant death, Branch would be an unexpected disturbance; obviously not a Classical Troll, who borders with them the closest but never comes down from the skies, obviously not a Funk Troll, who with their technological advance might as well be myths at this point- and obviously not a Pop Troll, since he doesnt shower them with obnoxious music and doesnt even look the part.

Had he been at his 100%, they would have probably been quite content to send him packing, figuring he was just a Rock Troll going solo career (little insert headcanon: Rock Troll Rite of Passage is going on a Rock Tour, and sometimes the more adventurous Rock Trolls strays into other territories to bother and cause mayhem other trolls. Barb's Rock Tour was her Rite of Passage, and being a freshly fanged Queen, she took it to another level)

But Branch quite helpfully collapsed on their doorstep, half starving and dehydrated, and they weren't so callous as to leave him there for the elements to take care of him.

Naturally, their help hardly came for free, and even if they didn't ask, Branch would have already feel indebted to them for wasting resources on his wellbeing. A Survivalist himself, he easily spotted the tight budget they were running, and felt guilty for being a burden yet again.

To his surprise, when the country trolls found out he was a hard worker, a skilled architect and wiz engineer, they completely turned their wariness around.

It was the start of his 'finding himself' journey, but for the first time, Branch started to feel... appreciated. Yes, these trolls didn't know him- but they looked at him, looked at what he can do, and called him accomplished; they were praising his skills, and called him valuable.

(But some sense of danger remained with him; as far as he believed, 'Branch' was left behind to rot away in his bunker. So when introducing himself, and habit got better of him, he started with "Bra-" but caught himself and finished "-mble"; and that new name, 'Bramble', stuck XD Still a plant name, still close enough that he can learn to repond to it- and honestly, feels like fits him better right now, as he feel all out of sorts)

It was only the first step, maybe, but it was a step toward feeling that he had some worth.

I think, out of all the Tribes, he stays with the Country trolls for the longest; yes, the life there is hard, but that is perhaps why he feels most welcomed there. There are no useless nonsense parties, no senseless dancing- the times when they can finaly wipe their brow and relax is when the community gathers together and they just... talk. Sit around, share food, look at the stars and reminiscence.

It's all very subdued, and even though Branch is the most obvious outsider ever, he feels like one with the community, and that by itself is already healing a deep wound he didnt know he had.

When the country trolls finally start singing on their good day, Branch is rather taken aback (He forgot, that Trolls are Trolls, and Trolls sing)- but the sombre and slow melody and topic of the country speaks to him, and while he doesnt join- and they dont push him to join- he listens, and he appreicates.

It is with Country Trolls that he heals most of his trauma when it comes to music. His Grandma and his Brothers leaving him are still a big guilt that weights him down- and something he wont address for a long time- but Country trolls shows him that music can be wildly different. He still doesnt sing, but when offered to be taught to play a banjo (XD), he probably doesnt refuse- mainly out of fear of insult, but also because for the first time in his life, he wants to actually try.

As time passes, his more curious side comes out- he asks questions, wants to know everything- up to this point, he didn't even know that the Country trolls were country- and to them it was obvious what they were, so why would they need to introduce themselves?

That line of questioning leads to the explanation of the other Tribes existing, and that each Tribes' music is different.

And for the first time in his life, Branch felt something alien to him- burning Wanderlust. (Bit of his Rock herritage showing, eh? Solo Rock tour, Rite of Passage~?) The thirst for knowledge was always there- after all, his bunker had many journals filled to brim with information about what he discovered in the foods, helpful tips for survival and many plans for inventions- but those were always done out of necessity, discovered and noted down so that he could live another say. Never before he had a desire to discover simply for the sake of discovering.

Never before he also actually felt like he had the option to do so; the world has always been an inhospitable wilderness to him, only filled with a small handful of trolls and a town full of monstrous giants. His childhood was filled with memory of a large iron cage, and that trapped feeling didn't change; after all, his Bunker, for all that it offered him safety, was a different type of cage too. The whole Troll Village- Pop Village, as he learned now- was another cage as well. Gilded one, made of ignorance.

And so he knew his time with the country trolls came to an end- and it was because he grew to respect them and appreciate them, that he doesnt disappear in the nigh and haltingly tells them his decision to leave and explore.

Memories of his Brothers' argument echo through his mind as he waits for the inevitable blow up, but.... he is once again surprised when the trolls just accepts this decision and wish him all the best- going as far as to help him pack- properly this time- and wheedling out of him a promise to check in once in a while, whenever he is in the neighbourhood.

Equipped with a non outdated map, he decides to make visit all the other territories one by one, starting from Country and heading right towards Classical, going around in one large circle around Pop Territory- Going to Techno after Classical, and to Rock right after that. Funk is largely a mystery to him- the Country trolls are at this point content to believe they are just a myth- much the same way a unicorn is to us- but Branch wants to keep an open mind.

After all, he himself had no idea other kind of trolls existed, so why dismiss the Funk Troll existence right away?

His travels to Symphonyville proved to be as challenging as was the start of his trip towards Country territory. Being high in the mountains- higher than anywhere Branch ever went- really showed him that walking is easy only when the road is straight and flat.

The air growing colder and thinning, he probably doesn't make the best first impression neither- especially in his dishevelled state, he is once more mistaken for a Rock Troll, and it takes a gargantuan amount of effort to convince anyone that he is simply there to learn music, and not cause any trouble.

Out of all the Tribes, he would stay with the Classical trolls the shortest. They are strict teachers, and their culture is very frigid and traditional- and Branch knows that he would have to wildly change himself to fit among them. Yet looking around, seeing the tall spires of the buildings around him, he finds he doesn't really want to. The grandiose of everything is rather intimidating- but even if he tried his best, he would never fit well among the classical trolls, always limited by something (like his ability to fly)

And realizes that was okay. That was acceptable. And that the classical trolls knew he wasn't a good fit now, and would hardly ever be a good fit ever- but they never expected him to become someone he is not. He asked them to teach him and so teach him they will- but you cant force a white sheep to grow black wool anymore that you can force a black sheep grow white.

The moment they realize Branch is there to learn and not wreck their peace like wandering Rock Trolls tend to do, they definitelly warm up to him more- but it still with the mildest of disapprovals since compared to them, Branch looks like a scrunkly kitten and all of them are just itching to groom him properly XD

Branch himself is amazed at the variety of musical instruments that exists and very quickly finds that he is not a progidy in plaing them all pff. Wind musical instruments are most likely completely beyond him, and after some attempts gives them up for a lost cause. Percussion fairs a bit better; he definitelly has some idea how to keep a beat and a rhythm, but even there he finds playing piano the most comfortable out of them all, with drums being a close second.

It is with string instruments that he trully shines, especially those that he can play with his own hands, without the need to use a pick or a bow; a tentative hint at his connection to music, the vibrations just send shivers down his spine and makes him feel more close to the sound his playing produces. (Guitar and Harp becoming his favourite instruments from the get go).

Getting to Techno was trickier. Them living underwater makes access to their territory rather impossible- unless Branch happens to meet someone willing to cross then bridge between Land and Sea XD

It makes for a rather convenient introduction for minor genres; the land bordering Classical and Rock seems to be as the perfect land for various minor tribes to cohabit in peace.

Are there Techno Opera trolls? Siren like beings, that found their homes on the deck of boats, sailing from and to an island after island? Techno Classical that built their living on the coast line, wanting to be close to both land and sea?

In any case, Branch discovers that even with music it's not so simple as shelving it into labels, and that it is ever growing, ever evolving. He never manages to actually visit Techno Reef, but he doesnt' need to; compared to other trolls, the Techno Trolls are not insular, and quite happily come to the surface or to the coast, both to vibe with the offshoots of their genre, to discover what they came up with, but also to simply make friends and have fun.

It was the first time Branch encountered a large party not unsimilar to that of a Pop Troll one- and yet for all that the party was just as loud and wild as he was used to seeing, the sight of it didnt really fill him with uncontrollable panic. It definitelly helped it was once again more about the music and the beat itself, and about the mood of the partygoers than it was about the singing; it was about experimentation and trying out new things- and yet not every troll was dancing around like maniacs. They had the stage for sure, and large crowd was gathering there- but there were also the fringe areas and corners, where Trolls just sat and chatted and bopped to the beat. Not forced to do anything they didn't want to, simply allowed to have fun in their own way.

He doesnt really interacts with the Techno Trolls that much, beyond when there is a party happening on the surface. Gravitates more towards exploring the Minor Territory, and discovering that it holds more than just Techno Classical/Opera. Not wanting to stray too close to the border with Pop, he nevertheless encounters encounters various offshoots of Pop as well- and the K-Pop gang as well

This definitelly allows him to learnt that even the Trolls Kingdom are not free of corruption and the bounty hunters are not starving for contracts- crime does happen in the troll kingdoms, and when the local police force comes short, the bounty hunters are the next best thing to employ.

Speaking with the K-Pop gang, he learns- with a bit of unease- that there was an old contract unfulfilled, that searched for all the Brozone Brothers, and thanked his lucky stars he can in no way be connected to them. It was considered a cold one, where there was no hope among the communities of it ever being cashed in- but the knowledge someone was looking for them- specifically for the younger of the brothers (Him, Floyd and Clay) made him wonder who could it be.

(Part of him entertained that it could be John Dory)

(Other part dismissed it right away. After all, JD did specifically state 'Goodbye Forever'- why would he make the effort to employ bounty hunters to find three of his brothers, if he was even alive to do so?)

That meetings seems to set of a string of bad luck- at least, that's how he feels. Continuing down to Rock territory- of which he is most wary (after all, he was constantly being confused for one, and expected to cause mayhem and destruction- so what kind of Trolls Rock Trolls were to earn that reputation?

A very specific kind- wild and chaotic.

Compared to other Territories, no-one blinks when he just walks in and continues deeper into the Kingdom; and he can finally see why he was mistaken for a Rock Troll. Muted colours, sharp smiles and even sharper claws, it was like walking into uncanny valley, where nearly every troll wears his face. At that point, unknown to him, his colours are not completely grey and black, so he is sporting some faint hues, and very quickly learns that thanks to the direction he came from, Rock Trolls think he is from an Offshoot genre; either Punk Rock or Pop Rock (though they obviously hope for the former) They reconsider him to Folk Rock when he brings out softer tunes that he plays on a borrowed guitar; and for the first time in a while, Branch is asked to sing.

He panics, obviously- playing musical instrument is one thing, but getting over his trauma from singing is another- and quite swiftly and bluntly refuses, cringing after to wait for the inevitable "You are a Troll, why don't you sing?"

Only... it never comes. There are shrugs, and one "Cool." and then he just gets invited to an Indie Rock show, and that is that.

Completely baffled at this easy acceptance, Branch agrees out of shock, before he can trully think it through- and realizes it's the first time since he left Pop Village (at this point probably nearly two years ago) that he thinks back on its inhabitants and namely Poppy.

He feels rather guilty, for taking this long to really give them a concrete thought. Like yes, he did think of them at the beginning, when he lived with the Country trolls- but that was only in general way, comparing the different livestyles. He never really chose to think about the people he left behind.

Now, no longer blinded with grief, self-loathing and rampart paranoia, he does remember that not all adults in his life went out of their way to activelly fail him. King Peppy, for all that he was unequipped to deal with Branch's issues, tried to check up on him regularly; his Grandmother's friends or those who knew her, made it their goal to be kind, even if Branch tried to avoid them out of reminder what he caused

Hype, Trickie, Boom and Ablaze were old friends- his childhood friends- the ones he made after his brothers left, and the ones he pushed away after he went grey- and yet they still managed to be around, noticing them from a distance, even as he stopped speaking to them.

And then there was, of course, Poppy.

Just starting to mature when he left, it's not quite a crush that he feels for her (not yet anyway), but there is still some sort of appreciation for her- some part of him, that subconsciously aches at the need to be close to her, and feeling just that bit of her warmth and positivity- one that made him wistfully keep all her invitations and listen to the sound of her recorded voice.

For the first time, he wonders how they reacted to his disappearence. Wonders if they miss him- or if they curse him. If they do both- like he felt conflicted towards his brothers, the older he got and the more obvious it became that they are not coming back.

It was that thought- the comparison to his brothers- that pushed him to hesitantly think about returning back to Pop Village; to his bunker, to his old life- to Poppy.

It was a tentative thought really; truthfully, the desire was a half hearted spur of the moment, and not something he would drop everything for. He didn't miss his old life; where he was the village hermit, the outcast, the weird one. Besides, he just arrived in Rock, and he still had a whole adventure ahead of him, trying to find the Funk trolls.

And so, When in Rome, do as the Romans do- and so Branch steeled himself to attend a party, one that he was specifically invited to; after all, he had been at parties before now, within the reach of Techno Reef, it's not like this one is any different

Only it kind of felt like it- yes, the music was harsher, the beat went harder- but the harmonizing of voices reminded him so close of his own tribe that it just left him feeling jittery- and at first, yes, the party made him tense and hardly participate, but as it went on, song after song, he could feel himself slowly relax.

(Besides, there was something about rock music, that send warmth straight to the core of his being; something about it resonated with him more than any other music did, besides Pop- and where before he fought hard to not allow it to do that, perhaps, just this time, he could try the opposite)

(After all, they were underground, where Branch always felt the safest, and the Bergens had no idea other tribes even existed- he could indulge a little)

Of course, fate has a funny way of entertaining itself, and in the second of his indecisiveness, he gets bumped into and trips and falls- or he would, if pair of hands didn't steady him, and familiar voice asked him if he was okay

And Branch suddenly felt altogether three years old, getting fed empty promise and watching his older brother disappear through the entry to his Grandma's pod

And he is now in present, left staring at nearly 15 years older Floyd, his brother clearly living the best life, happily away from Pop Territory (away from Branch)

His name drops from his lips before Branch can stop himself, and that has Floy pause and squint at him- obviously not recognizing him, obviously trying to place him- before something clicks and his eyes widen and he goes pale

Branch most likely punches him- and then finds he cant stop heaving in fury and goes punch him again, not allowing Floyd a word in (honestly, he is not punching very hard, not apart from that first one)

Of course, Floyd is hardly alone, probably in a band, and his band mates are not keen on having their member be attacked by a random troll

Brawl very easily breaks out- honestly nothing new among the Rock Trolls- and ends up with all of them, especially Branch, thrown in a cell for their troubles, much to the protest of Floyd's bandmates, who curses and claims innocence

For the first time in forever, Branch feels hollowed out; yes, he had been hoping for a closure- but honestly, he had expected to find all of his brothers dead; not finding any of them living happily away, their youngest brother not even a blip of concern in their mind.

He certainly never expected it from Floyd, who essentially lived a stone throw away; who clearly was able to cross the distance it took from Bergen town to arrive in Rock troll's territory, just shy away from the Pop one.

------------------------------------------------------------ This is where I will stop the musing for now XD;

Obviously there are more things to add; Barb would make appearance, not yet as a Queen but definitelly in charge of keeping any Rock Trolls in line (she is not called a Princess because the Rock Trolls don't use that title for their heirs) and while Floyd is aware she is the future Queen, that information doesnt get shared)

The discovery of Funk Trolls still awaits as well, as does Branch's return to Lonesome Flats, as he had promised to do

But that's for the next time :)

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fandom #trolls branch #wanderer!branch au #Lore #lore dump

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noco-alienau · 12 days

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Notice!

Certain aspects of the au and characters have 17+ themes! Any posts containing these themes will be given a community label and tagged as needed. Both of the mods are 17+ as well, and we will be stern on boundaries.

Unless stated otherwise, this au will not be posted anywhere else. If it's posted somewhere other than Tumblr, it's not us!

That aside..

Welcome to our planet!

A silly little future alien au made after Total Drama infected our brains, owned by @5t1nky-p1nky (🐐) and @plushii-gutz (🧸)

Set an unspecified amount of years after World Tour, Noah and Cody have sinced moved into a shared home and live a relatively normal life. As normal as it can be, that is.

The lore of this au is ever expanding, and questions are both welcome and encouraged.

QnA under the cut!

QnA!

Q: How old is every character?

A: Every character is around 30 unless stated otherwise.

Q: Are the other seasons after World Tour canon in this au?

A: Technically, no.

Q: What other blogs are associated with this au?

A: @cody3717 @cody2056 and @cody4043 are the only two blogs that are currently associated with this au. More may come along - check in for updates!

#noco #noah tdi #cody tdi #total drama #total drama au #alien cody #noco alien au

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buskingalbatross · 26 days

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what's the one sink you can't ship? (things to do when you have come home for the day, showered, eaten, and fallen into disrepair: analyze danandphilcrafts - slime (2024) and the context of its coming to be)

or, basically, because let's be real: this is where I extol the de facto vintage princes of the internet, who have cultivated and continue to cultivate a form of video-making and community-building that is utterly novel, radiant, and defiant.

*:･ﾟ✧

one of the best things the internet has ever done is given the coolest insanest introverts the chance to be loud and be loved. to have the chance to catalogue their lives in intimate (yet distant) association with other like-minded people, and to express themselves and their perspective on the world. for Dan and Phil, what it's led to, its culmination, has been the creation of an empowered queer subculture that is deeply invested in the concept of queer devotion—the complex forms it can take, its numinous inexpressible sacredness—and that is actively, through knowing and experience of that devotion's existence, in rebellion against the extractive, unkind, unfeeling, oft-oppressive society that reigns as normative.

the experience in the world of Dan and Phil, in contrast to many experiences had in the "real" world, has always been one that's felt intensely emotional, rebellious, existential, free, full of kindness, and full of laughter and love. at the heart of dnp's community, the string tying us together, is the massive mythology and plethora of lore of dan and phil's history beginning at the point where it converged because they met. as well as the idea of two people who are as close as two humans can get to each other. the beauty inherent in that.

the relationship Dan and Phil share has for many years been the axis around which their channels, their tours, and other projects have rotated. their being able to chronicle that relationship through the internet, through youtube, and for that relationship to be, in hindsight, purely, amazingly, and even unapologetically queer from the very start, is something profoundly meaningful and artistic in and of itself.

I find it intensely amusing and, frankly, compelling, that while the phandom has become self-aware of the ridiculousness inherent in yelling about two human beings having even momentary physical contact, we cannot stop ourselves from doing it. because it feels powerful and magical and terribly unshackling. touching has become symbolic. symbolic of an amalgam of the best things about what it means to follow Dan and Phil: to be free and connected and queer, openly, and to trust in each other to be there for one other in a world that is often in opposition to people like us.

Dan and Phil holding hands for their audience to see in DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime in front of baphomet has to do with all the things so many wonderful people have said it has to do with: acceptance and actualization of queerness, an image of queer power, allying oneself with the other to showcase alignment against cisheteronormative society, a representation of dysfunctional, obsessive, hedonistic, codependent queer love.

And it also has to do with freedom, defiance, happiness, and confidence. It has to do with making something only legible to a niche audience of people that Dan and Phil care a great deal about, because it is fun and exciting and insanely cool. It is about embracing and celebrating the magic that flows, the creativity that flows, between two incredible queer human beings.

Sometimes I think that at least a small part of the reason We're All Doomed exists is because of the way dark things stand out on a light background. The horrors seem stark, more overwhelmingly apparent, when bumped up against great love. Injustice and catastrophe are sometimes more startling and distressing when you are privileged enough to live outside of those things, when what you return home to at the end of the day is comfort, safety, and love. In a similar way, the themes of devotion and love are often heightened in horror narratives. In this sense, Slime is also one ideal medium for sharing a story that is especially impactful to the phandom, one about Dan and Phil's relationship to each other and their community and the ongoing story of their creative lives on YouTube. The themes of love and trust stand out because of the horror, and are heightened further by the intentionality of the storyline and the control Dan and Phil exert over the plot.

what's the one sink you cannot ship? a line from Phil just after Dan says, during their slime crafting, that creativity is nothing without friendship. An inverted paradox of a line. A mystery to be solved, a thread not to be untethered, a parody of itself, a hint to a history. All belonging to all of us, all part of us.

tldr: no one is doing it like them

#dnp #dan and phil #side note: it's one am #side note two: i wrote this while listening to Project X #phan #danisnotonfire #amazingphil #dapg #danandphilcrafts - slime (2024)#slime #hell yale

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lbodraws · 5 months

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Villain Agent 4 AU - Updated 04/04/2024

Agent 4 (pre-villain era)

Made friends with Eight.

Started romantic relationship with Three.

Works full time at Grizzco when not doing Agent work.

Does modelling and magazine cover shoots on the side.

Goes back home to visit their grandparents often. Gives them money earned through working at Grizzco.

Checks in on Marie and Callie when they have free time (even when not on Agent duty).

Also checks in with Agent 3. (Four noticed a change in their behaviour after Octo Expansion and worries about them a lot.)

Visits Eight at Pearl and Marina's mansion. (Four likes to spend their extra money on gifts for Eight.)

Four (build up to villain era)

Marie, Callie and the rest of the New Squidbeak Splatoon (except Eight) head off to the Splatlands on an emergency mission. Agent 4 is kept in the dark about it. (The others worry that Four will work themselves ragged if they bring them along, so keep them posted at Cuttlefish Cabin.)

Four loses all contact with the New Squidbeak Splatoon for the next four years.

Eight starts going on tour with Off the Hook. Four rarely sees them anymore.

Relationship with Three fizzles out from lack of communication.

Starts working more hours at Grizzco. Becomes their top employee. (They spend the money on their grandparents since Eight isn't around.)

Gets an update from the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Agent 3 got promoted to Captain and Neo 3 got recruited. They saved the world! (Isn't that lovely? Isn't that cool? ((From FizzyPawp's Drift Away Agent 4 animatic, go watch it if you haven't seen it already!!)))

Four heads to the vault in the agency. Finds the hypnoshades.

Starts work on reproducing the hypnoshades in the form of bracelets.

Hypnobrace lore dump

One pair controls the other pair of braces.

The braces use energy from the Zapfish to generate vibrations. (very loosely based on infrasound and how it affects the body, but without the sound part.)

These vibrations are strong enough to disrupt the brain signal to the rest of the body and overwrite it.

Overwriting the original brain signal with the hypnobrace signal allows the manipulator to control their subject as they see fit.

Question: Why was Captain 3 wearing the hypnoshades as well as the hypnobraces?

A: Captain 3 has the strength to ignore the vibration signals and rip off the hypnobraces. Four used the hypnoshades to be extra safe to ensure Cap wouldn't break free from her control.

Villain 4 (villain era baby)

Captain 3 gets an alert over their headphones saying the vault has been broken into. They head back alone to Inkopolis to investigate. (They don't tell Callie or Marie because they don't want to bother them about it. Prefers to work alone.)

The agency HQ is wrecked. Everything from the vault has been taken or destroyed.

Captain 3 finds Four slumped against a container. They're fine but shaken up pretty bad.

Cap reassures Four that everything is going to be fine and that what happened isn't their fault. (Keeps apologising to Four for not coming back sooner, "I should've been there for you", etc.) (Four destroyed the HQ and pretended to be injured to capture Captain 3.)

Four puts one of the hypnobraces they designed onto Cap's wrists while they're distracted. (Cap more or less accepts what's about to happen to them ((feels guilty and blames themselves for Four's decline)), and gives in to Four putting on the other hypnobrace and hypnoshades ((thinks this will make Four feel better.)))

Four plants fake Captain 3 signals throughout the Octarian region for Callie, Marie and Neo 3 to follow. (The real one being in Cephalon HQ's final boss kettle.) (Marie forces Callie to stay behind. Doesn't want her to revisit bad memories.)

Part 1 begins, followed by Part 2.

Part 1

Marie and Neo enter the final boss kettle in Enchaphalon HQ.

Both Agents encounter Agent 4.

Marie asks if Four has been searching for Captain 3. Four responds with a smile. "Don't worry. I found them."

(Insert villain monologue about being abandoned by everyone you loved.)

Marie shields Neo as V4 lunges for them.

V4 slams Marie onto the floor. She lands on her arm badly.

The lights in the kettle go out briefly. When they turn back on, V4 is gone, and Captain 3 has superjumped onto the stage behind Neo.

V4 orders Captain to destroy Neo 3. The two tussle as V4 antagonizes Marie, preventing her from assisting Neo with Cap.

Fight Scene

Neo takes on Captain. They're out matched and without a weapon.

Cap swings first. Neo manages to dodge just in time, but is left with a slash on their face.

Making Neo off balance; Cap twists onto the floor and performs a leg sweep, knocking Neo to the floor.

Cap swings back around to perform another kick, this time to Neo's midriff. Neo manages to block with their arms.

Camera cuts to V4 and Marie dancing.

V4 holds Marie's head in place with her hand, forcing her to watch Neo get beaten.

Camera cuts back to Neo.

They're stumbling to their feet after being launched across the floor by Captain.

Realising the only way to get the hypnoshades off is to get close; Neo launches themselves directly at Captain, knowing full well it won't work.

Neo swings at Cap, but Captain ducks. Realising they messed up, Cap shoots a smirk at Neo before pinning them to the floor.

Weighing them down with their body, Cap prepares the finishing blow, but Neo, now close enough to the shades, knocks them off their superior's face.

Shot of hypnoshades hitting the floor.

Part 2

V4 witnesses Cap being knocked unconscious by Neo.

Seeing her chance, Marie breaks free from V4 and creates a physical barrier between V4 and Neo.

Feelings of abandonment and betrayal wash over V4 as she watches Marie choose Neo and Captain over her.

Consumed by grief fueled rage, V4 breaks down, accusing Marie of abandoning her.

V4: "It's over, isn't it? Why can't I move on?"

V4 disappears into plumes of light. The only thing left of the NSS' confrontation with V4 are the hypnobraces.

Part 3

V4 gets sucked into the Side Order simulation, which is run by GHOST (Genetic Hosting Operation System Transfer). (Info dump time: GHOST's primary directive is to put humans and other living organisms into hyper sleep to preserve life in the face of a mass extinction event. Sort of like Noah's Ark. Since human beings are extinct during the events of Splatoon, GHOST hasn't received any commands to wake their patients. So they're all in limbo. Forever. The lack of contact and loneliness has made GHOST possessive of anyone they find. They believe they can stop people from hurting by removing their individuality and making them puppets of their will.)

GHOST picked up elevated distress signals from Four and uploaded them to the Square, where they begin processing Four's memories.

GHOST feels empathy for V4, and wants to end their suffering. (They end up doing it in the most sadistic way possible by mimicking Marie.)

Four gets jumped and silly stringed by GHOST, who puts them through the emotional trauma of reliving all their memories again. (Particular focus on being abandoned and betraying their friends.)

Under GHOST's control, V4 encounters Eight and Pearlbot. (End of Part 3)

Part 4

While ascending the Tower of Order, Eight and the gang encounter V4. (Pearl immediately clocks that something is wrong, while Eight only wants to help Four escape with the rest of them.)

GHOST monitors the situation through V4. They see another soul in need of saving. (Queue "you should totally join my side" sales pitch from V4 ((aka GHOST)))

Unaware of the extent of V4's corruption, Eight tries to persuade Four to join them and the gang in escaping.

V4 proposes they should follow them further into the Tower instead.

V4/GHOST knows that Pearl is on to them. They opt for the direct approach.

Eight gets silly stringed into Memory Space, where V4 invites them to step into the OE Tartar blender. (GHOST knows this is Eight's biggest trauma, and is trying to emotionally shut them down like they did with V4 so they can take control.)

Red lines appear in Eight's eyes. (GHOST is almost in control.)

Eight snaps themselves out of it. "I have to save Four."

Pretending to be mind controlled, Eight takes V4's hand and both go together towards the blender.

While V4 has their back turned Eight rips out their silly strings.

V4 retaliates and pushes Eight away with force.

GHOST starts to lose their grip on V4. Four starts to come around from the mind control.

Dazed, Four looks up as they hear Eight's voice.

Eight runs to Four and hugs them tight. (Four is still dazed and confused, but the hug from Eight ((hasn't been hugged in 4 years since the New Squidbeak Splatoon left for the Splatlands)) brings them round.)

Eight and Four collapse to the corridor floor whilst still hugging, crying.

Part 5

Four gets rushed to hospital after escaping Side Order.

Callie, Marie, Captain 3, and Neo 3 all get the news that Four is alive. (They all presumed they had died when the light engulfed them in Part 2.)

Major surgery to stop the coral from spreading further into Four's head. (They were unable to save Four's right eye and ear, but managed to stop the spread.)

Four remains unconscious for a week and a half.

The New Squidbeak Splatoon visit Four.

Neo 3 is the first to see Four. They're still unsure what to think of Four, since Four was the one who made Captain 3 attack them, leaving them covered in scars. (Neo 3 hangs out by the window during their visit. Still doesn't trust Four.)

Eight is the second person to visit, closely followed by Captain 3. They both begin to argue about who is to blame for abandoning Four and being responsible for this.

Callie is the last visitor for the day. She stays awake all night drinking coffee in case Four wakes up. (They don't wake up.)

Lastly, Marie visits Four. She stays the longest.

Four scrunches their remaining eye. Opens it. Their eye is unfocused and cloudy.

Four is breathing heavily and focused on something at the end of their bed. G.H.O.S.T. true form jumpscare.

Scene of Four sat huddled on the bed. They're hugging their knees to their chest while looking at their fluids line. The whole room has coral and oil coming out of the walls and floor.

Captain, Eight and Neo 3 use sign language to communicate with Four (their hearing is still damaged from the coral and operation at this point.)

G.H.O.S.T. "Marie" jumpscare.

Four goes into a panic attack due to PTSD.

Marie hears Four screaming from the hallway and rushes in. Slams the door open and clambers onto the bed to reach Four.

The attack subsides thanks to Marie's intervention. Something between a hug and clinging for dear life.

Marie apologises to Four and promises to be there for them from here on out.

Captain Snaps

V4 meets with Captain 3. They discuss recent events.

Things get heated when V4 brings up their relationship.

Cap gets upset at themselves for being a terrible partner and projects their insecurities and frustrations onto V4 in the heat of the moment.

After realising what they've said, they try to apologise, but V4 doesn't want to hear it, and promptly tells Captain to shut up.

Cap tries to hold her hand to make her stay so they can apologise, but V4 pulls away. "Don't...do that. Just don't."

V4 walks away and superjumps.

Cap, now alone, feels the weight of what they've just done, and crumples to the floor sobbing.

"Faker"

At a low point after their confrontation with Four, Captain begins to have doubts about themselves.

Believing they're only purpose in life is to destroy and hurt the people around them, Captain contemplates being brainwashed again, so they don't have to bear the crushing guilt anymore.

Alone in their office, the thoughts become overwhelming.

Cap can feel a meltdown coming on, so they quickly put some music on through their hero headphones to calm down and distract themselves from their thoughts.

A song they've never heard before washes over the speakers. Cap can't understand the lyrics or the voice, but it's soothing.

The lights on the hero headphones turn bright red. Captain's eyes turn black.

Cap finds themselves in Memory Space. G.H.O.S.T. looms in the distance, singing the song from earlier.

> "Som30ne's aT A l0Wpo¡nT."

> "Fe3l¡ng guIltY f0r oU4 actIon5?"

> "0r shoUld I saY; lA<k ther30f?"

G.H.O.S.T. mocks Captain's ineptitude. This gets a reaction out of them, much to the super computer's amusement.

> "You're not real. You're just a fake phantom playing on people's fears."

> "FaK3? Ha."

> "If I'm fAk3; what do35 tHat maK3 y0U?"

> "..."

> "WhAt'5 th3 matT3r? In3pt¡Tud3 g0t y0U4 t0nGu3?"

Captain does their best to hold back their anger. They know the machine is right.

> "No w0nder Amb3r leFt y0u. Y0u cAn'/ ev3n re5p0nd t0 ba5¡c qu35Ti0n5, l3t al0n3 a r3lat¡0nshIp."

> "...Enough. What do you want?"

> "Or do you like playing with your food before you eat it?"

> "Y0u hav3 n0 valu3, l3t al0n3 nutr¡ti0nal valu3, t0 b3 cons¡der3d f0od."

> "H0wev3r... I hav3 a us3 f0r y0U."

G.H.O.S.T. proceeds to ensnare Captain with its cable body, immobilizing them.

Looms over Captain. Advances closer, neurolinks at the ready, as Cap looks up helplessly.

Back at Captain's office, Cap is no where to be seen (got uploaded to the Side Order Sector by G.H.O.S.T.). Only their headphones remain. They're still flashing red and playing the eerie song.

K¡ll the Sound

Cap trying to fight their neurolink control.

Cap surrounded by Parallel Canon that look like pre-villain era Four. They gradually get closer and swarm Cap until they're completely smothered.

"I'm trying! Not. To. Drown!" - Cap screaming up at the ceiling as the PC's engulf them.

"Two voices in my head." - Close up of Captain's face. Their eyes are completely taken over by G.H.O.S.T.

"And I want one of them dead." - Uncharacteristic smirk.

"So I can focus on remembering the words you said." - Tilting Parallel Canon's face up towards them.

"KILL THE SOUND!"

When She Loved Me

One week since Captain's disappearance.

V4 walks by their office every day hoping they'll come back and be sat at their desk like they used to.

Missing her ex partner, V4 puts on Captain's headphones. An eerie melody plays over the speakers...

"Three...are you there?"

"...I...miss you..."

Captain/V3 leans against V4's light projection, wallowing in self pity and guilt.

Light Four appears and gently caresses V3's arm reassuringly.

V3 and Light Four dance together before touching noses lovingly.

Light Amber runs up to G.H.O.S.T. excitedly. She has her eyes closed from smiling so much and ends up tripping over herself.

She falls and starts to cry.

G.H.O.S.T. comforts her and wipes away her tears.

Light Four caresses V3's face lovingly. She smiles at them, but V3 looks forlorn.

Both Light Amber and Light Four smile at V3 and G.H.O.S.T. before vanishing into light particles.

V3 starts to cry.

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