#I don’t want to make assumptions about something that isn’t out but like. If floats just gone now after doing so much to reintroduce her as

[starlight-bread-blog]

What My Zutara Endgame Would Look Like

When people hear I want a Zutara endgame, the assumption is that everything will stay the same, except Zuko and Katara would kiss in that balcony instead of Katara and Aang. This is not the case. In actuality, the existing canon material would necessitate adjustments to accommodate such a divergence. I'd be remiss to demand something without explaining how to achieve it. Therefore, I must share a basic (or partial) rundown of my Zutara endgame.

(One might assume that it’s absurd to demand changes to justify a change, which is a very valid assumption I’ve pondered with myself, which is why I’ve written an analysis on the subject).

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The portrayal of a Zutara endgame would manifest as follows:

A\ang and Katara have been set up together since the very first season. What wouldn’t change would be the general structure and approach to writing their romantic developments, all of which will be elaborated on in their own posts.

1) In “The Headband”, for a moment, Kstara looks at A\ang with love. Additionally, she is shown to be jealous of him. These moments will be less explicit/toned down.

1½) At the end of “The Cave of Two Lovers”, Katara blushes. This will be removed. (However, it is not a must).

3) In “Boiling Rock Part 2”, Mai and Zuko have a conversation in Zuko’s prison cell before Zuko escapes. In this rewrite, Zuko would imply that once he will end the war, they could be together, which Mai would immediately reject.

2) In “The Crossroads of Destiny”, Aang emerges into the Avatar state before opening his final chakra. He’s still meditating, focusing on letting go of his attachment, is conflicted, and starting to float, but being shot down before letting go. (Additionally, he doesn’t say “Sorry, Katara”).

2½) In In “The Crossroads of Destiny”, Iroh says “perfection and power are overrated”. This will be removed.

4) In the ending of “Boiling Rock Part 2”, both Mai and Ty Lee are shown to have qualms about killing who was once their friends. Everything plays out roughly the same, except the (admittedly, iconic) line “I love Zuko More than I fear you” is replaced with a different declaration.

4½) In “The Southern Raiders”, Zuko says "You were right about what Katara needed". This will be removed. (But again, not a must).

5) In the ending of the play in “Ember Island Players”, Aang is reminded that he is yet to master the Avatar State.

6) In “Sozin’s Comet Part 2”, when the lion turtle drops Aang back on shore, Aang asks it about the Avatar State.The fact that Aang’s last chakra isn’t yet open is mentioned, and Aang sits down to meditate.

7) The show ends with A\ang and Katara having a moment realizing they are better off as friends and a small hint of a future relationship in canon that could take many forms. For the final moments of the show, everyone is on the balcony.

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It is important to address the changes required in order to make sure that they don’t interfere with other plot threads. Additionally,one must understand what I’m arguing for, or else my evaluation couldn’t be cogent. Only now that we're in accord, I can trurly delve into the captivating narrative of Zuko, Katara, and the untapped potential of a romantic entanglement between them.

#zutara #zutara fandom #anti anti zutara #zuko x katara #katara x zuko #pro zutara #zutara analysis #zutara evidence #zutara forever #zutara meta #zutarian #zutara was robbed #zutara nation #zutara should have been canon #zutara supremacy

[dominicsorel]

Sora may have opened the door in KH1

This isn’t to say Riku didn’t do wrong in KH1. He did. But, as far as the door and Destiny Islands is concerned, I think we’ve been getting hints for 20 years that it was Sora and Riku just got blamed for it on top of what he DID do.

How did Riku leave the islands? He disappeared into darkness and woke up at Hollow Bastion. You’ll recall Alice Lidell did the same. A disappearing act, so to speak. Data Riku and Xehanort leave through a dark corridor as well.

In the film, Alice cried tears and floated into Wonderland. Water plus sadness equals DARKNESS, my friends. She never opened the door.

Whether KH2 First Visit Belle is a Riku or Sora parallel in this particular scene is in the eye of the beholder. She’s a Disney character in a relationship so she’s one of the characters that it switches depending on the circumstance to create a balance in the relationship that is Sora and Riku but...

The 3D scene in the dream had me very...curious as to what was going on because we didn’t see Ansem SOD in the original version and sleep holds our memories they say which is why Roxas was able to access Xion’s memories and tell Axel something only Xion would know. That he’d always be there to bring them back. I don’t want to imply Ansem SOD possessed Sora in this moment but it’s plausible since...they met earlier. It always came off as odd to me that Ansem SOD would even speak to Sora if he wasn’t about to use him.

YMX says that Ansem SOD possessed Riku and saw his experiences in real time which...okay, then why wasn’t he with Riku here...? He doesn’t follow Riku when he runs to the inlet. He doesn’t follow him in the dark corridor either. We don’t even see Ansem SOD again until Hollow Bastion way later on when we KNOW he actually does possess Riku. Riku doesn’t know him in the COM Novel when he meets him on the islands during Departure. HE DOESN’T KNOW HIM. Sora does. Isn’t that...suspicious? All Ansem SOD says is that the door will open soon and Riku goes off to find Sora. He doesn’t open a door!

He doesn’t remember Ansem SOD being there.

But he was following him.

Right before this scene, Data Riku states something very interesting after Data Sora accuses him of causing the bugs (the cause being Sora’s shadow). He says: “This world has been connected. Memory and reality now stand tied. It’s time for you to learn the truth.” Ansem the Wise states that data is a clue. The Datascape is shown again in Re:Mind to “remind” us that the future is already written and to go back and revisit the game known as Coded. But I recommend ALL the games on top of that so you can put the pieces together like I have. This is what Remy from Ratatouille was trying to tell Sora and co. about the fruit that he was gathering. (Essentially Nomura trying to hint to the audience that the answers are all THERE if you do enough digging.) He was trying to take the pieces and make it into a dish. In each game, therein lies another hint. Another piece of the puzzle. This is how I work out my theories. I treat each game as apart of each other without the assumption that nothing was planned. This is how Riku laughing like Namine did in COM WORKS even if it’s only finally shown in 3D and KH3. Writing evolves over time and so do characters.

“On the road ahead, more than one truth will come to light.”

What strikes me as even odd is that what they use to put Sora in a deeper sleep in 3D is things that happened back when the Islands fell but one of them wasn’t Riku holding out his hand or Kairi being swept away from darkness. It was something we never saw. It’s Ansem SOD coming up close to Sora while he’s either sitting or lying down. Perhaps...before he took a nap at the start of the game even. Hopefully, you’ve read my meta on how Replica Riku has some of Sora’s memories. Horrifying really as he’s used to play on Sora’s guilt as a way to get him further into the castle. But there’s one line in particular that bothered me to no end in the COM novel.

Ventus didn’t remember what happened to Strelitzia nor taking the book for himself. Baldr didn’t initially remember what happened to Hoder. It’s not that hard to grasp Sora might...not correctly remember a good chunk of things. Especially with how vaguely he describes his KH1 hurt in KH3. I imagine a person whose eyes cannot lie like Master of Masters...might educate him on the truth and it will probably be very ugly. My understanding is Sora’s true darkness will involve remembering. Yes, forgetting can hurt but knowing the truth will hurt you even more. I think remembering everything will be what breaks Sora. It certainly didn’t have a good reaction on Ventus or Baldr, now did it?

A very small bonus. Yuffie, a memorable “thief”, opens a door and hurts Donald in the process in the world right after the door opens and the darkness carries Kairi away so...there’s that. Sora is shown running through it also.

TLDR; check out the rest of this scene from KHUX below.

Alice is on trial for opening the door to Wonderland and she didn’t do it but is found guilty despite the lack of evidence against her. Hm...but how did Player get into Wonderland, I wonder? Ever consider that?

*glances at Sora*

#kingdom hearts #kh sora #sora #kh riku #riku #kh meta #text

[sprnklersplashes]

whumptober day 29 (ao3)

kanej+scented candle+troubled past resurfacing

content warning for mentions of the menagerie

Steam rises from the water, dancing across the glass and dulling the indigo hue painted by the outside sky. Inej watches it for a moment, then takes a breath and plunges beneath the water. All at once, the creaks and grants of the Slat cease, the constant murmur of chatter is thrown out, replaced by the ringing in her ears and the soft gurgling of the bathwater. She half-opens her eyes, unbothered by the way they sting, and finds nothing but a blur of grey and white, her limbs reduced to mere brown slivers. A girl made of blotches, no body to touch.

It’s not unappealing.

She stays beneath the water even when her chest burns, only coming back up when her lips begin to part. Cold air sting her face. Every nerve in her skin blisters.

When she’d drawn up this bath, she’d left the water on the fire for twice as long as she used to. Dregs raised concerned eyebrows as they floated in and out, and one even tried to remove it under the assumption she just forgot. One look from her stopped him, and as he left, she noticed Anika whisper something in his ear. She didn’t need to wonder.

So yes, the water is hot. Scalding even. It only took seconds for it to burn through to her muscles and make her forget she has a body at all. Exactly what she wanted. 

Her head falls backwards. She breathes in heavily, trying once again to banish the scent of vanilla that lingered. It’s always, always the fucking vanilla. On the windowsill, the candle Kaz had made for her burns softly, the scent of wild geraniums wafting softly through the air. She breathes in again and pulls her knees to her chest, pressing her chin between them so that the water laps at her lips. The sweet flower scent lingers and fills her breaths, but it isn’t enough. That sharp, sugary scent of vanilla lingers in her mind, and everything that comes with it barrels through her.

The infamous Captain Ghafa. Brought down by a lady’s vanilla perfume. What will the legends say if this gets out?

“Inej?” She startles, her heart stutters and stops like a train engine, soothed a second later by the rocksalt rasp of the voice. “Inej, may I come in?”

“Yes.” Her own voice sounds like sandpaper. The door handle turns and Kaz appears, dark hair falling loosely in front of his face. His jaw is tight, his eye dark, but not for the reasons people would think when a man walks in on his lover in the bath. He inhales slowly, steadily, the way he does before a fight.

“Door open or closed?”

“Closed,” she says. He blinks, but doesn’t question it. Instead, he clicks the door shut. Then his hand lingers on the lock and he turns to her, waiting for her approval.

She thinks about it, weighs up two options in her mind. Then, slowly, she nods, and he does as she asks.

She sinks into the water as he comes over, steps punctuated by the rap of his cane on the floor. Near-total darkness blankets the room, save for the small glow of the candle on the windowsill and the orange light spilling through the cracks in the door. The evening lights of Ketterdam push at the window, muted now by the frosted glass. As a result, she feels Kaz sit on the edge of the tub, rather than seeing him.

Minutes pass and they sit in silence. Thousands of things to say race forwards; words, explanations, self-pitying rants, but they fall away before they can reach her mouth.

“Are you all right?” he asks, a gravelly edge in his voice. With her arms wrapped around herself, Inej searches deep inside herself for the words. Yes , says instinct. No , says honesty. No and I never will be , says the broken little girl who was dragged to the Menagerie. I want to burn everything down and make them beg me for mercy and then cut out their throats, says the vengeful spy.

Please don’t leave me, says Inej.

Kaz hears all of it, and more. Slowly, he lowers his cane and lets it rest against the tub. The silver gleams against the candlelight, like the lighthouses posted on rocky cliffs.

For a long time, neither say anything. She feels Kaz’s dark eyes trained on her, searching for signs of an injury she won’t reveal, a tell that something didn’t go as planned. Through her hair, she watches him as well, watches the tension in his shoulders wind down as his search comes up empty. Any other time, she’d smile at him, perhaps nuzzle him and tell him she thinks its sweet. But now, just thinking of such actions makes her chest tight.

Smile. Nuzzle. Tell them they’re sweet. 

More minutes pass in silence, they listen to the water sloshing as Inej moves. A party goes on outside, because there’s always a party going on outside. Inej traces lazy circles in the water’s surface, watches as droplets fall from her arm and make ripples. Then, he finally asks.

“Inej what happened?” he asks softly. She looks up at him now and holds his gaze. The lack of light doesn’t hinder it. She’d find those eyes blindfolded and when she does, something loosens in her chest. 

“Vanilla,” she says. “Some lady passed me in the street and… and she was spraying some vanilla perfume around.” She closes her eyes, presses her face into her knees. Inej only got a quick look at her, but she couldn’t have been more than eighteen. Eighteen and being careless with a sample bottle, and the result was her sprinting to the Slat as if the hounds of hell were on her tail. 

Kaz inhales, a sharp whistle through his teeth. He knows. She told him one night, when she’d bolted out of Wylan’s workshop and thrown up on the street because he started burning sugar for something. Kaz had went after her, let her punch him and scream until the memories faded and carried her home. After, she told him everything. 

So he knows that vanilla is to her what a bare hand is to him. Uncontrollable and unrelenting, a metal hook dragging them back to their pasts. A cold, cruel reminder that what happened to her is never going away. She can put as many years between it and kill all the slavers she likes but this isn’t going away.

It’s burrowed beneath her skin and made a home there. If she could use her knives to cut herself and rip it out she would do it in a heartbeat.

Silently, Kaz dips his hand in the bath, slender fingers disappearing beneath the boiling water. If it hurts him, he doesn’t show it. He keeps his face neutral and lets her see it for what it is. An invitation.

At first, she hesitates, her hand unconsciously pulling towards her chest. Her body is hers, and some part of her feels that if no-one else touches it, it stays safe.

But.. this isn’t someone else. This is Kaz, who cradled her bleeding body all the way to the Ferolind, who wields knives and canes with wicked precision then goes home to tuck flowers behind her ears. There’s no part of her body that he’s touched that she doesn’t know about. There is never a touch too small, too insignificant, that he doesn’t stop and ask her first. 

Discreetly, delicately, she slides her hand into his. It’s just her, and Kaz, and their hands. He squeezes it, and the air turns soft, littered with the scent of flowers. Geraniums, not vanilla. Seconds tick by, then minutes, and at some point she finds that breathing doesn’t hurt. 

“I’ve got you,” Kaz tells her. His voice is low, like the flickering embers in a fireplace, cozy lamps in a living room. 

“I know,” she says. Her heart wishes to say don’t let go , but the words don’t pass her lips. They don’t need to; he can hear them and even if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t dare. If there’s one thing she can count on, it’s that. 

She can’t find the will to get up yet, and so they stay there, hands clasped beneath the water. Kaz looks at the windowsill and while he doens’t say anything, his lips curl, a faint pink creeps across his cheeks before he looks away. They stay there, together, breathing the scent of flowers and of Ketterdam’s smoke, holding each other’s hand. He stays there until the water turns cold and Inej can feel herself again in that moment. Not at the Menagerie, but at home, with him. When she tries off, she feels her body again and it is hers. Not a plaything for a man to grab and pull and discard when he sees fit.

Kaz offers to take her to her room, but she doesn’t take it. Leaving the bath is one thing, leaving the room is another. Instead, they sit in silence, fingers slipped between each other, and breathe in wild geraniums until the candle burns out.

“I’ll get you a new one,” Kaz whispers. Inej smiles. 

#kanej #kanej fanfiction #kanej fic #six of crows #six of crows fanfic #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #whumptober 2023 #wow a fic thats under 2k nice job áine u can do it sometimes

[heartbrkr]

to be held

SUMMARY All absurd thoughts are plausible when you’re deprived of sleep, but Jaehyun never fails to ease your mind.

PAIRING idol!jeong jaehyun x gender neutral!non-idol!reader

GENRE idolverse!au, comfort

WORD COUNT 1.2k

WARNINGS brief mentions of cheating (but nobody actually cheats), reader is a bit insecure from previous relationships, the ending’s kinda sloppy lol

AUTHOR’S NOTE none! enjoy <3

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

The night breeze makes the window drapes sway. The moon along with the stars shine through the slips of the curtains with a mix of the flickering, stationary streetlights. Your eyes finally tear away from the hypnotizing wave of the cloth, deciding that forcing your eyes shut is probably the best option. You shuffle under the soft layer of cotton, desperate for a bit more warmth.

To have a wave of sadness hit around the early A.M. was not uncommon, and tonight was not an exception. A heavy sigh floats out of your mouth, you turn over to lay on your side. Nothing is working; your mind is still filled to the brim with upsetting scenarios.

Your now open, slightly muzzy eyes trail to your phone that you had tossed on the bedside table earlier that evening. Don’t call him, your inner voice insisted, he’s obviously asleep. Or at practice.

But another voice creeps up, what if he’s with someone else? It’s an absurd assumption, one you know Jaehyun will never do, but anything seems plausible when you’re deprived of sleep.

After a quick second of hesitation, your half-conscious mind reaches over for the phone and tells yourself it’s now or never (you would’ve preferred never, honestly). Squinting through the blaring glow of the screen, the time displayed is 04:24. Immediately, a doubled realization sinks in that it’d be stupid to call. But your fingers start to move at their own accord, swiping for the contact you could easily type in your sleep.

The phone rings once before your room fills with the voice of your lover. “What’s wrong?” He asks and a sense of relief envelops your body, almost like your own comforter, but it isn’t enough to evaporate your worries completely thin.

“No ‘hi babe, I was just thinking about how perfect you are’?” You try to tease poorly; the thoughts running through your head are exhausting you and your wit.

Jaehyun snorts. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You murmur something he couldn’t quite catch due to the volume of your voice and connection, so he asks you to repeat yourself.

“I said, I just wanted to hear your voice.” Your words come out rushed, fearing that Jaehyun will make fun of this vulnerable moment. It wouldn’t be the first time if he does.

I know I shouldn’t have called, you don’t say it but Jaehyun picks up on it. The slight hesitation in your voice was enough for him to read your mood. He acknowledges it’s better not to upset you even more; he doesn’t know what you’ve been through today. It’s been a couple of days since you two have been able to talk properly because of piling schedule complications. You don’t hold it against him, he’s busy and so are you; the both of you will make time to meet when you can. But, god, tonight you truly yearned to be beside him with your heartbeats and breathing patterns in sync.

“Well, I’m glad you called. It’s like what you said, I was just thinking about you.”

“You really know how to make my heart flutter,” you grumble sarcastically out of drowsiness. Though what you had said wasn’t a lie, you felt the pace of your heart pick up at his sweet, reassuring words.

For a moment, he doesn’t speak and you're not sure why. But eventually, you zone in to hear the incomprehensible talking in the background on his end and you piece together that he’s still rehearsing with his group members. You start feeling guiltier than ever, angry at yourself for having the audacity to think that he’d have an affair behind your back when he’s been nothing but loyal. You finally break the silence with a low tone, “sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb. Are you still practicing?”

Jaehyun shakes his head, forgetting and immediately remembering that he’s on a phone call. You obviously couldn’t see him. “You have impeccable timing, actually. We wrapped up as soon as you called.”

“Well then, I’ll leave you alone. Rest well tonight— or, rather— this morning, alright?” You fumble out, and again, you’re not sure why you’re so eager to end the conversation when you’re finally talking to the subject of your thoughts.

“Hey, don’t stress. I’m really glad to hear from you, but we can talk when it isn’t an ungodly hour. You need your rest, too.” He’s so gentle, loving, patient, and caring with you, despite the fact that he’s exhausted from doing what he loves. You start tearing up as another wave of intrusive thoughts disturb the peace on the shore you call your mind. You think you’re starting to burden him, that he’s sick of your endless insecurities.

“I love you.” When you blurt it, it isn’t out of place. This wasn’t your first time telling him so, but you had to let him know that no matter the individual hardships, his efforts to continue loving you will always be appreciated. You weren’t prepared to talk about the insecurities you had unfortunately harboured from your previous relationships yet, but you tried your best to overcome them by showing Jaehyun how much he means to you in your own ways.

Jaehyun is pleasantly surprised to hear your words, his heart clenching at the thought of you constantly accepting him and his line of work, even if your times don’t always align. With a lovesick grin, he replies, “I love you, too.”

The chaos in your mind had fully extinguished when his words reached your ears. You think about how his effect on you is so intoxicatingly strong, just like the scent of his cologne that you grew to love and crave, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He blocks your train of thought by speaking up again, “I— uh, it’s our day off tomorrow. And the day after that. So, I was wondering if there’s a space beside you reserved for me tonight.”

Surprisingly, a drop of humor was left in your system. Maybe you were too in your head to realize it was there the whole time. “Hm, I don’t know. I’ll have to check in with the desk if a certain Jeong Yuno made a reservation for,” your eyes dart to the small digits displayed on your screen, “today, at 4:30AM.”

“My name should be there! I demanded my assistant earlier to save a slot, I will not accept any other answer!” He softly exclaims with faux annoyance that manages to get a giggle out of you.

He jokingly scolds you, asking what’s so funny about his frustration. You dismiss his “absurd” claim. In reality, you wanted to squish his face while asking him why he was so, so cute. You were just blessed to have that kind of privilege.

“But, yes Mr. Jeong, I do indeed have a pillow beside me with your name on it. All you have to do is claim it.”

“That’s what I like to hear! I’ll be there in a bit, alright?” His sudden change of tone from joking to soft would’ve given you whiplash if you weren’t used to his antics.

“Sounds good. Take care, love.” You fought the impulse to end the call with a mwah sound, deciding to reserve the cheesy urges for when he was right in front of you.

Nothing says I love you like driving through the dead of the night to see the love of your life right after a long day of work.

#jaehyun x reader #jeong jaehyun x reader #jung jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x you #jaehyun x y/n #nct 127 x reader #nct x reader #jaehyun oneshot #jaehyun imagine #nct oneshot #nct imagine #jaehyun x gender neutral reader #jaehyun x gn reader #jaehyun idol au #idolverse!au

[frozenjokes]

Signing Back In, Apparently - 7

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“Oh! Oh- wow! Ah! No! Sorry!” Impulse backpedaled away as Mumbo yelped, leaping about six feet into the air away from a sleeping Scar. The cold crashed back into him the moment he lost contact with the planchette, which was probably a good thing, since Impulse wouldn’t be able to see his flushed cheeks. Without Mumbo’s supporting shoulder, Scar crashed directly into the ground, but miraculously, did not wake up. The two ghosts were left staring at each other, Mumbo, floating near the ceiling. At this point, he was seriously considering going through it to escape whatever confrontation was coming his way.

“Don’t go,” Impulse broke through his thoughts, waving his hands, “I was just surprised by.. I mean, Grian told us what you told him, about the being alive thing? Or feeling alive? I just didn’t expect you to look alive. Well, not completely, but you had so much color! I’m not here to yell at you, by the way.”

“No?”

“Nope! Come sit, will you?” Impulse crossed his legs, floating idly in the air. When you don't need hard surfaces to ground you, why use them? Mumbo slowly let himself fall to Impulse’s level, wrapping his arms around his long legs.

“I’m sorry, Impulse. I’ve made a mess of things.”

“Well, it wasn’t just you. But I appreciate it. That’s not what I wanted to talk about though,” Impulse furrowed his brow, considering carefully what he wanted to say next, “I also wanted to apologize. I feel like I’ve failed you, especially in this past month.”

“What- No. Impulse, you’ve always been great!” Mumbo’s chest tightened. This was worse than being yelled at.

“Just listen, alright? I was thinking a lot about what you were saying yesterday-”

“Oh god, please don’t think about that”

“No! It’s important. I’ve spent a lot, maybe all of my time after we all died trying to fix things, so we could all move on together. I want us to move on, you know that. This isn’t healthy. But Pearl and Grian won’t even consider it before they’ve killed Scar, and I thought maybe you would go if they went, so I’ve been trying to help them under the assumption you were just.. fine? But you weren’t! Obviously! You said it yourself that you were miserable, and I’m just kicking myself because none of us noticed!”

“Impulse..”

“Please listen. There’s nothing wrong with what you feel about hurting or even killing Scar. I mean, if we’re being honest here, I don’t really care what happens to Scar either. I care about you guys. I want to do what makes you guys happy. But clearly this last month you haven’t been happy. I mean, Christ, you’ve spent multiple days laying on the floor of his room literally falling apart while the rest of us were out making death traps that aren’t even going to work. And I guess what I’m trying to say here is that I wish I would have noticed that isn’t what you wanted. That you would have felt comfortable enough asking us, or even just me, for help with what you needed, instead of going to Scar.”

Mumbo opened his mouth, but no words came out. Was there anything to say? There had to be. He closed his mouth, but when he opened it again, all that came out was a barely muffled sob. Impulse came to him, wrapping him in his large arms. It felt so painfully safe. Mumbo buried his head in Impulse’s shoulder, unable to fend off his own wretched sobs. Impulse didn’t let go.

“You know, Mumbo, if it’s too hard.. to stay, I mean. No one would blame you if you left. Moved on to whatever’s next. It’s scary, not to know, but I think it must be better than this. Even if it’s nothing. Even if it just ends.”

It was hard to think through his tears. Even harder to put those thoughts into words. Maybe at one point, he would have been able to move on. He wasn’t vengeful like Grian and Pearl. He was upset of course, but there was something new now, like a pull or a string. To Scar. A commitment to knowing him. To get Scar to admit why he didn’t want to be known. With a twinge of panic, Mumbo considered he might be trapped in an impossible task. He had to find out, or he would never be able to heal. To escape. Is.. this how Pearl felt?

“I don’t think I can. I think I’m stuck.”

Impulse nodded, tightening his hold, “Well I’m sticking around until all of us are ready. You won’t ever be alone if I have anything to say about it. And if you need help, doing whatever it is you need to do, then you just have to ask.”

Mumbo bit his lip, lingering in a moment of silence. His mind warred over his own conflicted feelings; about everything, about Scar. “Impulse?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t.. I just feel completely crazy about this- I want Scar to like me. Really bad. I-I want him to feel comfortable around me! I want him to be vulnerable and talk to me and I can’t stop . It’s like I know every horrible thing he’s done, but it just bothers me so much to think he never cared about us the way we cared about him. I can’t move past it,” Mumbo curled his fingers into Impulse’s back, putting his head back into his shoulder to escape any disappointed expression. It was all so stupid.

Impulse’s silence felt so much like rejection. Mumbo felt his own body curl into itself.

“I think that makes sense,” Impulse began, tapping a finger to his lip, “That makes a lot of sense, actually.”

“But he killed me! He killed all of us!”

“He did. But before that, he was our friend. Family, even, as he likes to put it. We shared a lot of time together getting to know him, and having that person turn around and tell us he isn’t who we thought he was.. it creates a disconnect, doesn’t it? Pearl and Grian deal with that disconnect by being angry. By chasing revenge. I think what you’re going through is similar, isn’t it?”

“It feels a lot more like I’m betraying all of my friends.”

“No, no. You’re just grieving. Pearl and Grian grieve us as a crew. You’re grieving Scar. And it’s not that black and white, obviously, but I don’t think there's anything wrong with it. Really, it’s just up to how we deal with those feelings. To be honest, everything we’ve been doing up until this point has been unhealthy, and I’m going to declare a Scar vacation. More on that later.” Before Mumbo could ask what he meant by a Scar vacation , Impulse continued, “Actually! How about we go meet up with Pearl and Grian now?”

“They won’t want to see me.”

“I think you’ll be surprised. In any case, basically everyone wants to apologize to each other, and I refuse to take messages for you guys. Talk it out like adults. You can’t just avoid them forever, and I’m not going to let you when your only other option for company is Scar.”

“I guess.. Hey-!” Mumbo squawked as Impulse took his hand and started pulling him away, laughing as he went.

“There’s no time like the present, Mumbo!”

“ Well - that’s fine but-” Mumbo dug his heels in, but given that he and Impulse were walking through air, this wasn’t very effective, “I have one more question!”

“Shoot!” Impulse looked back with a cheeky grin, not slowing his pace.

Mumbo pursed his lips, the question sticking on his tongue, “How do you deal with it? The.. uh.. disconnect.”

Impulse stopped, a look of surprise flashing across his face. He ran a hand through his hair, laughing nervously as he turned around, “It’s a little embarrassing. Probably not healthy. Don’t laugh, will you?”

Mumbo drew a hand over his mouth to hide his chuckle, “Impulse, I don’t see how you could be any worse off than the rest of us!”

“You’re already laughing!” Impulse pointed accusatorily, but his smile betrayed his good nature. Not that Mumbo had doubted it.

“Given that you seem to be dealing with this whole thing better than the rest of us, I feel like you would have some valuable insight here.”

“Well I don’t actually think I’m dealing with it at all, so there you go.”

“What?”

“I guess I have to say now,” Impulse rolled his eyes in an exaggerated gesture, his smile softening as he met Mumbo’s eyes, “The Scar from before and after The Flying Jellie sunk are two different people to me. I can’t really comprehend them as the same, it just doesn’t compute in my brain like that. But then there’s the problem of the change, right? How did he change? Why? So I make up stories. Sometimes, Scar’s a zombie, or he got sick with some ‘kill your friends’ disease, or he’s any number of other things. Sometimes, he was bad from the beginning, tricking us. Sometimes, he was changed by something out of his control. It depends on the day. I think if I pretend like it’s a story, even if I’m a casualty, it puts a little distance between me and the pain. And, this is super dark, but in my mind, we aren’t going to be ghosts forever. We will eventually be able to rest and move on to whatever is next. And if what’s ‘next’ is nothing, then, I won’t ever have to unpack it.

“Huh.”

“It’s silly, I know.”

“No, it’s not. It makes sense.”

“Well.. there you have it.” As Impulse turned around, Mumbo noticed how tired he looked.

“Hey, Impulse, you know you can ask us for help too, if you need it. Right?”

Impulse took a moment to consider his question, looking hard at the ground. A moment turned into a long silence. That was answer enough.

“I’ll keep that in mind, alright?”

“You’d better,” Mumbo walked forward to his side, giving Impulse’s hand a small squeeze.

“Alright, alright, let’s go and regroup,” Impulse smiled, eyebrows still set in a stressed furrow, but there was a new lightness in his eyes. Mumbo returned the look. It wasn’t over. It didn’t have to be over.

#hermitcraft #pirates smp #hermitshipping #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #boatem #boatemghostsau

[sylkiddsey]

Here’s a little snippet of an AU that has been rotting in my drafts forever and maybe posting a part of it will spark some inspiration again :)

:::::

Prove It

Sylvie Brett moves to Chicago the second her divorce goes through. It’s inevitable she and Harrison split. He never understood her to begin with.

She wanted to work. He forced her home to cook and clean. She wanted a social life. He practically chained her to the front porch. She loved helping people. He loved destroying her spirit.

They lasted a year until she couldn’t take it anymore. She no longer cared if she disappointed her family. She didn’t care whether the town would gossip or how her life would be hell if she left him.

She serves the papers, signs them and leaves Indiana for Chicago. It’s the city of dreams after all and she’s sick of living a nightmare.

She obtains her paramedic license and starts floating around at the stations. It’s not a permanent position, but at least it’s something. She’s still able to do the job she loves even if it’s for one shift at a time.

After a month bouncing around firehouses, she impresses the Chief at house three. It’s small, consisting of one fire truck and one Ambo, and overpopulated by men, but she’s just happy to land somewhere.

Her partner, Chris Rosales is older than her and quite the showboat. He has a reputation for treating women like shit and it’s spot on. He’s either objectifying her or ridiculing her work. There is no in between, but she’s no stranger to interacting with jerks. Harrison gave her enough practice to last a life time.

He invites her to an event for The Gaffeny Medical Center. She’s worried it’s a prank, but then he produces the pamphlet out of his pocket. It’s a legit invite so she goes.

She squeezes into her favorite black dress, straightens her hair and applies a a pink shade of lipstick that’s strawberry flavored on her lips. Rosales of course whistles when she arrives and the rest of house 3 all make comments about how they’d pay money for her to give them mouth to mouth.

Safe to say, she needs a drink. She orders a martini, chewing on the olive while her parade of pigs engage in a conversation about sex and scoring.

“I bet Brett’s never made a move on anyone,” one of the engine crew says. He scratches his mustache and winks. “We all know you’re not bold.”

They don’t know anything about her. Hell, no one has ever asked her a single question in the last month and a half that didn’t have to do with her body. She feels like an object that all the guys chose so they could stare.

She wishes she had another woman at the small house besides Lucinda (who doesn’t like her either since Sylvie’s younger and the new eye candy).

She scoffs. “You’re wrong once again, Kipper.”

Rosales claps a hand on her back, stinging the skin and causing her to spill her drink. “Bullshit. We all know you’re a prude.”

A prude? She’s not that! Well, she’s not super flirty or anything, but she’s not timid either.

“What? You all think I’m a wimp?” She asks the table.

“Pretty much,” another man says. What’s worse, is he’s the most bearable one of the group. Sure, Max is just as sexist, but he never leers at her in the locker room like everyone else.

“You’re vanilla,” Chris shrugs, as if that’s the simplest fact in the world.

She took all those assumptions without a word in Indiana, but she’s not doing that again. She’s a new woman after moving to Chicago and frankly, she’s sick of their bullshit.

She tips the rest of the martini in her mouth. “Oh, you guys are so wrong about me. I’m not bland or a wimp.”

“Prove it,” Kipper challenges.

She sure will. She’s tired of being underestimated. That ends tonight. “I will. What do you want me to do? Climb up on the table and shimmy my hips?” She’s hoping that isn’t their plan, but she’s so fired up that’s she’s willing to do it.

“Hell, yeah,” Max grins.

Rosales nudges him. “Um, no. That’s too easy.” He looks around the room at the assortment of medical professionals dressed to the nines. She sees his wheels turning. “Ask one of these guys out. Better yet, make out with one of them.”

Of course the bet would be so sleazy. She shouldn’t have expected more from Rosales. “You’re not serious. I don’t know anyone and I’m not gonna jump them without consent.”

Her ambo partner purses his lips. “Vanilla.”

Nope. This is not happening. Screw the rules and common decency. She’s not about to let Rosales go home smug and gloating. She’ll grow a pair and kiss someone here. Most of them are probably doctors or rich donors anyway. She’ll never see them again.

Oh god, this is entirely crazy, but she’s not looking like wimp. She sets her glass down. “Fine. Prepare to eat your words.”

She leaves, shivering a little because their eyes are no doubt glued to her ass. Whatever happens next, they’ll see.

It’s just a random stranger. It’s fine. Most men here by themselves have to be single. She passes a few couples, searching the crowd for the simplest target.

She brushes past a man about twice her age because she’s not going to kiss someone so old. That won’t make her look great. She just needs to find a nice looking guy who won’t cuss her out for essentially jumping his bones.

Doubt creeps in as she navigates the crowd. Maybe she could cause some sort of scene to make them forget about this stupid bet? If she collapses, surely they won’t force her to kiss someone.

She’s planning the most believable way to fall to the floor when she spots a man leaning against the wall, separate from any crowd or beautiful girl.

He looks somewhat familiar, but she’s probably reaching. Maybe he’s a doctor? She could’ve seen him at the hospital.

He’s in a navy suit, sleeves rolled up with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Truthfully, he’s a very attractive man. She thinks if she kisses him, her annoying house will commend her for choosing someone out of her league.

He catches her staring, and she thinks it’s now or never. Screw it. Her reputation means more than one embarrassing kiss with a complete stranger. Well, a possible, but incredibly hot stranger.

His eyes track her movements, most likely expecting an introduction or conversation. He raises an eyebrow when she crowds his space.

Just do it, Sylvie. You have a lot riding on this.

She looks behind her shoulder to make sure they don’t miss her victory. There’s no way in hell she’s doing this twice.

She faces the attractive stranger again, who seems very confused by her actions. She doesn’t blame him and she hopes he doesn’t blame her for this.

Sylvie grabs the back of his neck and pulls his face to hers. She kisses him slowly, making sure Rosales can’t accuse her of chickening out with just a peck.

Cute stranger freezes, but quickly complies with her movements. He kisses her back and she takes it a step further, pushing them flush against the wall.

No way those idiots can ever refer to her as Vanilla.

She’s thoroughly enjoying this kiss. Mystery guy tastes amazing, like chocolate and whiskey. He smells great too so she’s in no hurry to end this, but she can’t breathe much longer without air.

She pulls away, gasping. And oh god, what is she supposed to say to him? She ambushed his lips out of nowhere. He probably thinks she’s insane.

She glances behind her shoulder again. Kipper’s jaw is on the floor and Max looks like he’s on the verge of tears. Rosales looks resentful and victory has never tasted so good.

Or maybe it’s the man out of her league that tastes great.

Mission accomplished. She’s satisfied but also incredibly mortified because the poor unsuspecting party guest is staring at her in utter surprise.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, fixing her lipstick with her finger. She doesn’t want to explain to him how she kissed him to prove a point to a table of pervs behind her. “So sorry.”

She detangles herself from his arm, speed walking towards the table as fast as she can so she can grab her purse and leave.

“That too vanilla for you?” She asks the guys, stealing Max’s bourbon and chugging it in one gulp. “See you on shift.”

There’s no way she did that. She winds her way through the crowd and out the lobby doors. Harrison would go into heart failure to learn she kissed some random stranger for the hell of it.

Wow, she feels electric.

#chicago fire #my writing #writing wip #matt casey #sylvie brett #brettsey #season 5 #AU #so much potential #so little motivation

[countessofravenclaw]

So, I am unhinged enough apparently to write material for part 7 of S2AU, when I haven't even started part 6 yet.

So, this just some material which has been floating in my head and keeping me from focusing on things I am supposed to be focusing on. So here's a snippet

“What is that?” Isla walked behind Marco in their office and ran her hand on his shoulder. “Doesn’t look like shared price fluctuations.”

“It is not,” He flipped a window open on the tablet, “I was looking into an eye doctor appointment.” 

“Eye doctor?” Isla looked at him, “Have you had difficulty seeing?”

“I am not sure,” Marco shook his head, “So I thought, I'd better check it out.”

“Yes, do it” Isla nodded before sitting down on the desk. “Better now. Glasses would suit you.” 

“I will look like a joke, but it is better to look before you fall. Especially since aging sight is usually genetic, but I can’t know, since my parents never lived to suffer from it. Good to know, for Gastón as well.” Marco put the tablet down, “I didn’t tell you that I talked with Tomas yesterday, right?”

“No,” Isla looked up, “Did he have something to note?”

“Actually, we talked about the gravestone. Now that it has been 20 years soon, I think it’s time to properly get it taken care of. Maybe I actually should go visit the grave.” 

“After the schools are done?” Isla questioned. 

“Could be. Gastón’s hasn’t been there in ages and don’t you want to strong arm Mía and Elise about something. You always talk about it. Easier in person.”

“Well, we could go visit Cordoba during the summer,” Isla nodded, “We can’t avoid that place forever. I need to call my mother anyway, we haven’t talked in a while because I don’t know how I am supposed to explain everything that has been happening to her.” 

“You haven’t told them?”

“Not yet. Mom would worry and Mía and Elise would make thousands of jokes about how we can't stop collecting children. Did you tell Tomas?” 

“I did mention it.” Marco nodded, “He didn’t have much of a reaction. He never does. But Isla, you need to tell them about Luna. We can be honest with each other. This is not going to get solved by summer, so if we go, she’ll be coming along.”

“I know. I’ll call Mom tomorrow, so I can relay the news.” Isla got up and went to grab a file from the bookcase, “…Actually…”

“What?” Marco looked up at her, “Isla, your mother will be extremely offended if you don’t tell her. Are you planning on just showing up with an extra teenager, that they know that there is no way we could have had? The assumptions will range from them thinking that she’s Gastón’s girlfriend, which will make things awkward, to all sorts of other things.”

“No, it has nothing to do with my mother. I’ll talk to her.” Isla flipped a folder over in her hands, “Just came to mind when we were talking about Luna. So, I am not fully sure what I heard—”

“That is never a good sign.” 

“Stay with me. Apparently, she and Matteo have some sort of history.” 

“Matteo, seriously? Did not see that coming.” 

“But when you think about it, isn’t she exactly the sort of a girl Matteo would need? She’s so sunny and brightens up every room she walks in. With everything he’s been through with Alexander, although Sofia did tell me that they might be on the road to mend.” 

“Maybe,” Marco sighed, “but don’t get too excited. They clearly aren’t together anymore. Plus you don’t actually know, and Gastón won’t tell you a thing if you ask.” 

“I wasn’t going to ask,” Isla shrugged laughing, “Just thought, maybe good to keep an eye on the situation—” 

Isla’s phone started ringing.

“Oh, it’s Calvin.” She looked at the screen, “I thought he’d be on shift.” 

“Maybe they’re bored at the station,“ Marco suggested, “tell him that we insist on that dinner.”

“Of course,” Isla nodded and raised the phone to her ear. “Calvin, what do I owe the pleasure? Before you say anything, Maroc and I insist on strong-arming to that dinner, we never get to see any of you and since you’re here… Okay, I’m listening.”

Isla quieted for a moment as something was said to her from the other end of the phone. 

Marco was scrolling through a few of his latest unanswered emails, while Isla was taking the phone call. 

He looked up when he suddenly heard distraught gasp and saw his wife collapse on the couch, a discombobulated and glassy look in her eyes. 

“Isla! What’s wrong?” She was trying to say something, but no words came out of her mouth. She was gripping her phone in a way that her knuckles were turning white.

Marco looked at her face. Something that her brother-in-law had said had gotten her into this state. 

“Calvin, it’s Marco. What is going on?” He grabbed the phone out of Isla’s hand.

“I’m so sorry, but there is no other way. I wanted you to hear this from me.”

“Hear what?”

“Uhm, we responded today to a call at Blake South College.”

Marco looked at Isla again. the panic she was under, was getting to him now too. There was only one reason why Calvin and his company would have been called to Blake. 

“Please tell me I am wrong about what you are going to say.”

Uuu, so Gastón's parenst are Lutteo shippers. I'm sorry, they would be. Matteo's their second son.

#soy luna #soy luna fanfiction #Tell me predictions on what you think is happening here

[vacantgodling]

I think I missed something when I was sleeping, what's gofficka 👀 ?

ok so basically how all of this got started is my partner was watching a youtuber review a shitty dark academia romance book, and in listening i got incensed and was like dude i can definitely write something better than that! and then, very similarly to donut wip i ended up making a wip (who’s mc i really didn’t like at first and tbh i still don’t really like len like i wouldn’t be friends with her she annoys me. but i think she grows up ok lmao i mean she has to pff) and managed to make something that kind of interests me enough to try writing.

and i also wanted an excuse to try out the snowflake method of story writing/planning cuz i saw it floating around and tbh why not? why not just do a thing lol. but anyway! haha have an actual summary. like, a real one lmao:

Lennon Rhapsody Granger (17) is sent to a private prep institute for troubled youth after she gets expelled from school for the fifth time. There, she meets and becomes romantically involved with bad boy heartthrob Aurora O’Rion (18). Aurora is a lackey of a group called The Centurion, who do not take kindly to outsiders being so close to their secrets. Aurora is ordered to kill Lennon, and nearly succeeds—but foregoes the final blow to try and save her life. He hides Lennon with his best friend Morrigan (18), who works for the same organization, and together they try to get a presumed-dead Lennon away from The Centurion before they discover that she’s still alive.

and so like aside from the summary, have a “gist of” explanation lmao

basically the things that i’m drawing from with this wip (nicknamed gofficka LMAO) is

dark academia (it’s set at a prep school, there’s the usual tropes of secret societies, bad boy love interests etc)

gothic romance (the twisted romance angle)

the YA genre (this story is very unintentionally inspired by twilight 💀)

erotica (bc why not)

however some notes on that. firstly being, in YA romance similar to twilight, the mc girl character is supposed to be a self insert for the reader and i want to start the story giving it that vibe, however about halfway through when the Big Shift happens, i’m gonna be veering down a road where 1. len very obviously has her own personality 2. she’s not really a good person (bc a lot of these mcs, BELLA ESPECIALLY, are very shite tbh but everyone regards them as some perfect angel somehow? don’t get it) and most importantly 3. she’s going to be called out on that. especially by morrigan lmao.

also, the “love triangle” (it’s really a love angle but whatever) in these stories is usually centered around the main girl and len has the same assumption too, however it’s revealed that the love angle’s central spoke is around aurora, not len. morrigan is gay, and tbh he’s my lowkey favorite pfff but aurora and len are growing on me. anyway tho he provides a shock of clarity for the narrative, imo—that wanting to love and forcing it isn’t what love is (to me). that there’s more to it than just being attracted to someone, which tbh a lot of YAs just kind of think is close enough. there’s no real chemistry and no attempt to show the complexities of actually genuinely loving someone. sO yeah.

also, the bad boy, aurora? he’s actually bad lol. he almost kills len pff and len having and dealing with ptsd surrounding that situation is also a thing. him being put into a position where most YAs would have him chose the love interest i decided to make him choose something else. because a new love isn’t going to be that strong and that’s the whole point to me??? that love alone isn’t going to solve all these crazy problems. it can contribute to fixing them and becoming strong but idk everything is more complex than that.

i have a lot of feelings about the complexities of romantic love and i hate when it’s cheap so i’m gonna make it. uhhhh not that.

but anyway the actual organization isn’t the point of this story. my brain WANTS me to make a sequel after this book just so i can explore the three of them in a pretty properly functioning polycule where there’s spokes and not full angles but we’ll have to see pffff

#yeah sorry for the Long Rant tm #s: gofficka

[fentonfindings]

Some More Sidney Pointdexter Theories

A few days ago now, I put out a half-joking post about my theory surrounding the existence of seemingly the entirety of Casper High’s student population in the Ghost Zone, alongside the school itself. This post minorly blew up, and loads of people had a ton of really interesting takes that I want to highlight here.

Disclaimer: this isn’t to try and “debunk” any of these theories. Ultimately, we have no concrete proof either way, and it’s just really fun to explore what makes these theories work/not work. Remember, fuck Butch Hartman, whatever you want to be canon *is*. 

Starting with what seems to have been the most popular assumption:

The Students Are Themselves A Part of Sidney’s Lair (And Only Sidney is Dead)

This theory posits that the students in 50s Casper High, and the school itself, are products of Sidney Pointdexter’s ghost lair. It’s established relatively early on in the series that every ghost has a lair, with the weaker ghosts having their lairs behind doors (Technus and Ember), and the stronger ones having lairs on floating islands (Skulker and Clockwork). Occasionally, there will be an entire civilisation on one of these islands, like the Far Frozen, Dora’s island, and arguably Walker’s prison. Why some ghosts get lairs and some live on civilisations ultimately goes back to the age-old debate of whether a ghost is a dead person, or a monster from another realm, but popular fanon seems to be that some ghosts are dead people, and others aren’t. 

Each lair seems tailor made to the fixation of the ghost in question. I say fixation because ghost obsessions are a purely fanon concept from what I remember, but it’s hard to make a case against their existence when each ghost seems laser-focused on one thing. Sidney Pointdexter is arguably the most traditional ghost of the entire show - he can’t move on from what happened to him while he was living, and if we accept this theory, it’s manifested in a kind of purgatory for him. If he doesn’t move on, his lair won’t either. He’s quite literally stuck in the past. 

Viewing it as a hell of his own creation creates some really interesting implications about Sidney as a character. No other ghost, to our knowledge, has a lair that actively works against them, and that they dislike. An argument could be made for Walker’s prison or Dora’s kingdom, but both involve a central leader figure of sorts who definitely does like the lair. Another interesting note is: just how powerful is Sidney Pointdexter? Is this massive, intricate lair the reason he doesn’t have a lot of the common ghost powers, and has to resort to using Danny’s? Assuming that a ghost’s power directly correlates to the scale of their lair, it means Sidney’s fixation on the past is holding him back from being a really powerful ghost.

That actually brings us on to something I saw a few times that I never considered.

Sidney Pointdexter Was Murdered, It Wasn’t The Result of Suicide

This one is super interesting to me. The most popular theory in the phandom was always, as I mentioned in the original post, that Sidney Pointdexter took his own life after the bullying got too much for him to handle. And this makes total sense given we don’t actually know HOW he died. But as it turns out, there’s a lot of people who headcanon that Pointdexter was the victim of a hurtful prank gone horribly wrong, and I actually think it makes a bit more sense than him having taken his own life, for a few reasons.

Number one, it explains why he’s trapped in the mirror. In a ton of cultures, mirrors are said to trap the spirits of those who die near them, and I doubt Sidney would’ve chosen to take his own life in the middle of a school hallway. Secondly, it’s implied that ghosts stick around in part because they have some kind of “unfinished business”. Getting revenge for your own murder seems like a prettyy good case for a haunting, and as we’ve already established, Pointdexter is potentially the most traditional ghost of the bunch. 

Thirdly, it makes Tucker’s phrasing make a bit more sense. Tucker seems to imply that it was the bullying that directly caused Sidney Pointdexter’s death. 

“He got stuffed into his locker so many times, it’s believed his spirit still inhabits it to this day.”

If we take Sidney’s death as being an accident, then it’s possible that something terrible went wrong in one of these locker stuffings. Perhaps he got trapped in there and nobody noticed or perhaps he was injured. 

So, If Everyone Died, How Did That Happen, Exactly?

Lots of you had a ton of super interesting stuff to add to my original theory!

It’s worth pointing out that I don’t actually believe Casper High “blew tf up”, that was just a little joke at the end of the post. 

A few people mentioned fire, with a possible link to Ember, since it’s heavily implied she died in a fire. 

Actually, brief tangent about Ember’s death, can the DP wiki please remove the section about her previous life? There’s absolutely zero citation, with the earliest instance of the “confirmation” being traced back to a GordonStare on Reddit eight years ago. Yes, it’s highly likely that her death had something to do with a fire. No, I cannot find any evidence that it was ever confirmed by a creator. Both the DP wiki and the Villains wiki copy paste the 8 year old reddit comment to the letter. Her “confirmed backstory” is also way too edgy for Danny Phantom’s canon. 

I don’t personally think Ember died in the same era that Sidney Pointdexter did, but a lot of you mentioned the Lunch Lady, and yeah, how did she die? Her being a victim of the same incident definitely makes sense, considering she’s also tied down to the school in some kind of way. Sidney can’t let go of what happened to him, and the Lunch Lady can’t let go of her menu. Different levels, but certainly similar enough to draw a potential link between the two. They both can’t let go of the past. 

Someone also brought up how polio was wrecking the US in the 1950s. 1952 marked the United States’ worst polio outbreak in the nation’s history, and was most common amongst children aged 5-9. The rates of death due to polio infection also increased during this period of time, so it’s definitely a plausible explanation. According to Wikipedia, polio is highly contagious, and is transmitted primarily through the fecal-oral route, by ingesting contaminated food or water.

Hold on. Contaminated food?

Holy Fuck, Did the Lunch Lady Kill Everyone?

This is entering DEEP crack theory territory but let’s be honest, the Lunch Lady’s food doesn’t exactly look… appetising. Meat, seemingly her favourite, is incredibly easy to contaminate if handled incorrectly. If the Lunch Lady was working in unsanitary conditions during the 1950s, it’s entirely possible that her food was the reason polio spread throughout Casper High. 

Going back to my link between ravens and death, the raven is a carrion bird. Carrion, if you didn’t know, is the decaying flesh of animals, providing us with another link between meat and death. Spotting five crows (a close relative of the raven and often assumed to be the same thing) means sickness is coming, and six means death is nearby. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m reaching a ton, but man I am definitely incorporating this into my fanon. It’d also serve as a better explanation for why the Lunch Lady became a ghost. It’s that lingering sense of guilt. Or maybe she doesn’t even know. Maybe she wants the menu to stay the same because she believes her meals were helping. 

Food for thought ;)

Some of you fuckers mentioned Heathers and for that you are going to hell

#danny phantom #fenton's findings #long post

[marshmallowprotection]

Summer Title Screen!

Alright, you guys know the drill, it’s time to talk about the newest title screen and speculate!

I wasn't expecting us to get another photo so soon but it appears as though that's what's happening. I can say without a shadow of a doubt that because they discounted the merch for Mint Eye [that means V, Rika, and Ray/Unknown], that means they are the ones represented in this photo.

We know that it has to be Unknown because it has the tattoo and he is the only one with the tattoo. There is proof that it doesn't exist in Another Story so it could only be Unknown. I'm actually happy about that because it's been a while since we've seen him on these title screens. I love GE! But, it's nice to see Unknown or Ray or Suit.

I guess I'm going to be holding out for SE but I doubt we'll see him. A girl can dream! I'm not going to stop hoping we see him in a clear photo. If we can get Suit Saeran who is a major spoiler... maybe we can get SE Saeran one day. But, I digress. I came to this assumption they discounted the merch accordingly. It’s always got a theme to it.

That usually can tell us a little bit about what characters might be in the photo but not all the time so this is something that you should take with a grain of salt. I could be right, I could be wrong, so we'll just go with my assumption for what I'm going to write about what I can see in this photo and what I think is going on. It's definitely in the chibi style so it's not hard to pick apart most of the details.

It appears as though Unknown is collecting seashells or sea creatures. I can't tell for sure but he is floating over a bed of anemone so there could be fishies and other little life down there. But that is him at the bottom I just can't tell what he's doing in the photo for sure. He's collecting something but I don't know what he's collecting. I mean, good for him for being able to get out of the cult.

This totally works against my working theory that he doesn't know how to swim, so I don't know how to feel about that. When would he have time to learn how to swim? Why is he swimming? I don't like to think about him and your anybody's of water after what happened in the after ending. But, there's a lot to think about here and I hope he's just collecting seashells to feel good about himself.

Since there is no sign of a redhead in this photo, I know that his brother isn't going to be here. This photo is underneath the water so it has a lot of blue in it so... that's what leads me to believe that V is here.

It looks like he's blending into the water more or less because of the way that he's colored so that's why it's really hard to make out who he is. In most photos because of the lighting, the hardest characters to pick apart are usually Zen or Saeran. Their white hair can make it really hard to pick apart where they are in a photo.

In this case, we can't really tell what's going on because V blends into the water. I mean, he's clearly watching but I don't know how safe that is for him. You know he’s asking for trouble if he’s willing to get close to Unknown. That never does... end well, does it?

Rika is on the boat and she's looking over into the water to see what the two of them are doing. I'm not really surprised about that because she doesn't seem like the kind of person that would want to get her hands dirty. I can tell that it's her because there's a little bit of yellow reflected in the top of the photo. It’s kind of distorted because of the way they blurred out the information but you can still color sample and see it.

I definitely think that that is intentional because you can see that the sun is behind her and she and V use the sun title interchangeably. He's the sun, she's the sun, they're the sun, are there any more suns that I need to know about? I don't have a lot to say about what she's doing because it's kind of obvious what she's doing. I hope she has a cute sundress on, at least.

All and all, I’m excited to see Unknown for the first time in forever! I hope he’s having fun... as much fun as he can have given the situation, anyway. That’s my guess this time around and it’s not as long as usual because there’s not a lot of information to break down piece by piece. It’s very straightforward this time so I’ve got my work cut out for me.

I can't wait to see what the L-shaped folders for this are going to be. I am so excited about the ones that were going to get this year, not going to lie. They also pushed back the release date of some of the merch that was supposed to come out in July so I hope that we're going to hear about that release date very soon. Their last post about it was yesterday so I'm hoping we'll be able to grab it because it is a beach towel. It was meant to go along with that post so hopefully will be seeing that merch drop.

I want that merch so bad.

#character analysis #mystic messenger #mysme #mysticmessenger #mm #happy sixth anniversary #saeran choi #choi saeran #saeran #unknown #jihyun kim #kim jihyun #rika kim #kim rika #mod kait #unknown mystic messenger #unknown model #unknown mysme

[vaderatemydog]

“CONSERVATIVE and REPUBLICAN CHRISTIANS, BURN IN HELL. SINCERELY, ME.”

When you post something like this, you clearly need help. I’m going to expose this thought that someone put on their blog. How evil can you get really? To wish someone to burn in hell is about as low as you can get. Just cause you have a difference in opinions or think that you should be able to butcher your baby’s. (Assumption) I hope someday this statement eats at you but it will likely mean nothing and just float off into the wind. The same individual also told someone to drink bleach and die. This new generation is truly more evil than we’ve ever been. Openly professing witchcraft and practicing rituals and satanic worship. Even in the past when those things were done, at least they had the sense to hide it. Even Satan hides who he is and is a reptile, a chameleon and is camouflaged so as to make him appear like an angel of light. But to be so openly bold and outright as to wish people to burn in hell is just sad.

My question is, do people of this generation have a turning point; once they start getting grey hair and their friends and family abandon their selfish self-entitled ways? What will it take to realize that life isn’t just about sex, money, or entertainment? Just like the most successful baby boomers of today who have built a foundation from hard work so we need to build a foundation of morality. It’s easy to throw morals out the window and just think about the fleeting pleasures of life, but can you sacrifice that and take the narrow path? The path that requires watching what you say, the path that requires self sacrifice and death of ego, a path that leads to a better place. It’s not easy to live as a Christian should live. Hell id rather live like a satanist and do whatever the hell I want and not live under many guidelines. To take the high road you’re promised tough times, rugged terrain and pitfalls such as temptation and easy outs. I’m not saying that Christian’s or conservatives are good. Or are more holy if we choose not to feed our every desires like the world tells us to. In fact I’ll argue that we���re all imperfect and imperfection can’t be altogether good. We may have some good speckled here and there but to the core, we’re all inherently bad. We’ve all made tons and tons of mistakes.

But anyway, it really comes down to how individual of a person are you? Are you following this current influx of people and their influence or are you still adhering to the ways of our parents and their parents and of our ancestors? Cause yes it’s easy to blend in to be just like your “friends” and influences around you, but when things start to go south and you’re abandoned and you’re left with you, yourself, will you wish people to burn in hell if they don’t live just like you think they should or will you die to yourself and be reborn into something greater than hate, bitterness, and greed.

#scribble #words #watch your words and intentions

[soulmate-game]

Daughter of wonderwoman au where marinette finds out her mother is actually Diana and somehow it ends up with her meeting/being introduced to the batfam maybe because she has super strength and is seen yeeting some bad guys who tried to mug her... Or something.

“... you are running from your problems, Mari,” Adrien’s exasperated voice reminded his best friend. Again. She ignored him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Look, you don’t have to do anything about it! Nobody would hold it against you if you decided to just, ignore that you found anything out at all. But you need to actually think about what we just found out and decide whether or not you’re gonna do anything—“ he side-stepped a piece of trash that went flying in his direction. “—or if you’re gonna move on and pretend nothing happened.”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Marinette shot back, pushing her bangs out of her face and tying her hair back with one hand.

“No, you’re currently hiding away in Gotham to avoid your parents while you beat up every random group of idiots who thinks you’re an easy mark,” he retorted. Another wannabe kidnapper went flying in his direction, making him sigh and side step again. She had thrown that one with only her one free hand, showing just how upset she was. “You’re ignoring everything in your life, which is not what we meant we said you should get a little space.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette dropkicked the last criminal into unconsciousness before stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at the now seven passed out men in the alleyway, and the one very frustrated ex-model pinching the bride of his nose. “I think I’m coping just fine.”

“It’s better than being forced to suppress all of your emotions, sure,” Adrien reluctantly agreed. “But not by much. Your angry rampage through Gotham has already attracted more attention,” he raised his hand to point at a nearby rooftop. Several shadows lurked there, looming over the building’s edge. “Which, might I add, is exactly why I told you not to come to Gotham.”

“You’re the one who followed me here,” she shot back before turning to the shadowy figures above them. “Go ahead and come down! But it was self defense, and you can’t arrest or beat me up for defending myself!”

The first figure to drop down straightened your just as quickly, revealing the imposing figure of none other than Batman himself. The little white eyes on his cowl seemed to narrow on their own as he looked down at her.

“That might be true, but I’m sure you know my policy on metas in my city,” he grumbled back at her. He wasn’t necessarily threatening, but he definitely wasn’t welcoming either. With all of his limbs hidden behind the cocoon that was his cape, Marinette would never be able to predict his next move if he did decide to fight. Not that she seemed particularly worried about that as she crossed her arms over her chest and met his glare evenly.

“Oh, do you own this city now? I wasn’t given the memo,” she retorted. “And considering I didn’t even know I was a meta until last week? I think I deserve a little slack. I’m angry and if people think the tiny little girl in pink is an easy kidnapping target, then it’s their fault for making themselves into the perfect practice dummies for me to try out my newly discovered strength on.”

Adrien saw the eyes on Batman’s mask narrow even further. Marinette wasn’t exactly at her most charismatic at the moment, and Adrien didn’t wanna get the both of them into a bad relationship with the experienced superhero who always seemed to know things he shouldn’t know. So he stepped up quickly, getting in between Marinette and the Bat and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Okay, Monsieur Batman,” Adrien started slowly, making sure his posture was impeccable and his smile bright. “She’s telling the truth, even if she’s not... the most tactful about it right now. She just found out some very concerning things about her origin and Gotham is the best place for her to hide from her problems and let loose a little pent up aggression. But— well,” he grimaced. “We didn’t intend to run into you guys, but maybe it’s a good thing we did.”

“How so?” Batman was clearly still incredibly suspicious of the both of them and wasn’t giving an inch. So Marinette rolled her eyes (she was still very moody) and leaned around Adrien so she could get a good look at the monochromatic hero.

“I thank my lucky spots that we ran into you, Batman!” She said monotonously. “Me and Adrien are paw-sitively excited at this opportunity.”

Batman. Froze.

Not only were those two lines the very first lines ever spoken to him by two foreign heroes a few years ago (with a few key words changed to protect identities), but they had become their code phrase for whenever they made calls to one another outside of their costumes. All at once it seemed to hit him— the golden hair and bright green eyes on the boy, the blue-black hair and normally super-focused bluebell eyes on the girl that were currently sporting very uncharacteristic frustration. Their heights. Their builds. All of this info flowed through his mind and compared to the information stored in his memory, and it only took the span of two seconds for everything to click.

Suddenly Batman was at full attention, back straight instead of looming over them and eyebrows clearly raised high under his cowl.

He knew Chat Noir and Ladybug would never take a random vacation to Gotham. Ladybug herself had nearly waxed poetic about how much the city depressed her just from the pictures she saw online. If she had willingly come to visit, it was more than to just blow off some steam.

“Batcave?” He asked, earning a relieved look from Adrien and a moody silence from Marinette.

“Please,” Adrien agreed. “You can probably help us, actually.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette leaned back in the metal debriefing chair, legs up on the table and looking for all the world as the picture of pure teenage rebellion and angst. Coincidentally, Red Hood was in the exact same position in the chair next to her.

Batman and all of his other bats and birds were in the cave with the two off-duty Parisian heroes. Everyone except Adrien and Marinette still had their masks on, since the two Parisians were still not privy to their identities. Yet.

To be fair, the bats hadn’t known the identities of the two miraculous users either before today.

“Cha Noir,” Batman started, only to get a head shake from the blond boy.

“Just call me Adrien. Chat’s out of the bag—“ he ignored the groans at the pun and soldiered on, “—so might as well use my real name.”

Batman nodded. “Adrien, then,” he amended. “Why are you and Ladybug really in Gotham?”

Adrien sighed. “I wasn’t lying, before. Marinette,” he gestured to his hero partner. “Just found out some distressing family news. Since HawkMoth is gone, she doesn’t need to repress her negative emotions anymore. But she also didn’t want to be around her parents while she processed everything. I told her to choose any other city— really, I begged— but she insisted on coming to Gotham.”

“The never ending cloud cover and constant rain seem thematic,” she finally spoke up, reaching into her big over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out a large envelope. She threw it to Batman, making the thin package slice through the air like a knife. To nobody’s surprise the seasoned hero easily caught the projectile between two fingers. He looked at the envelope and back to Marinette, silent questions floating in the air between them. Marinette decided to answer at her own pace.

“That’s what we found out. You see, one of my friends is a huge science nerd. A genius. And he wanted to compare DNA samples between us to see if there were any genetic components that determined a person’s suitability towards certain Miraculous or other magical artifacts over others. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that he didn’t expect any breakthroughs on. He mostly just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. But instead of finding out if our DNA was linked to the miraculous, he found out that my parents are not biologically my parents.”

“Hence the whole just finding out that you’re a meta thing, right?” Nightwing spoke up, fully invested in the story. “Did they never say you were adopted before?”

“It’s not in the system,” she replied easily. “My parents have all the documentation to prove that I’m their biological child, except I’m not. When I confronted them about it, they caved and admitted that they had adopted me in secret and covered it up. Apparently a friend of theirs was involved in something illegal, and,” she waved at the envelope that Batman was now opening. “The details of what we were able to dig up are in there. The summary is this; their friend was part of a secret, illegal experimentation to create clones that could defeat the Justice League—“ the air seemed to get sucked out of the room as soon as those words left Marinette’s mouth. Everyone seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. “—a group called CADMUS. They made me, as apparently one of their early attempts. But I didn’t exhibit any of the powers they were looking for, or any meta traits at all, and my body refused to mature at the rate they wanted. They had no use for a seemingly normal human baby that they managed to clone, so they were preparing to kill me and start over. That’s when my parent’s friend stole me, not wanting to kill an infant, and begged my parents to take me in and pretend I was theirs. Low and behold, it turns out that my DNA just needed a very specific series of emotions to unlock it’s latent abilities.”

“Those emotions being..?” Red hood trailed off, earning a wolfish smile from Marinette.

“Intense anger, betrayal, and confused frustration closely followed by the desire to punch other people’s faces in.”

“That last one is just an assumption,” Adrien chimed in. “And maybe not accurate. But the first three, our scientist friend was able to confirm. The rapid experience of a lot of negative but action-oriented emotions released whatever had been holding back the powers in her DNA from expressing themselves,” he had switched to French so that he could explain everything exactly as Max had told it to them, but he knew all of them were fluent anyway so it was fine. They nodded along, processing the information.

The crinkling of paper drew everyone’s attention back to Batman, who had been flipping through the detailed break down of everything they had found about Marinette’s situation and how she was made by CADMUS.

“Uh,” Red Robin nervously spoke up. “What’s up, Batman?”

“Your genetic donors...” Batman breathed, getting a wink and finger guns from Marinette.

“Yup. Isn’t that just the most fucked up thing you’ve ever seen? They were clearly trying to make someone who could destroy the world.”

“That makes me nervous,” Nightwing admitted, getting up and going to get a look at the papers himself. “It can’t be that ba—“

When even Nightwing was left agape, everyone else who wasn’t in on it found themselves squirming.

“Just tell the rest of us, already!” Robin demanded after the silence stretched just a bit too long.

“The unknowing genetic donors that CADMUS used to make me,” Marinette spoke up, still with her legs up on the table. “Are a very mad-scientist’s-wet-dream combination of Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman.”

“We don’t even know why they added Bruce Wayne’s DNA,” Adrien admitted. “Although our scientist friend thinks it’s because of physique. His hypothesis is that, in order to support the genes of Wonder Woman, they had to add male genetics that could support the production of a very high muscle mass and would lean towards easy development of a very athletic body. Lex might be evil-scientist smart, but he’s a string bean. But if he added the DNA of another multi millionaire who just so happens to maintain a ridiculously fit body without putting any obvious work into it,” Adrien shrugged. “Then maybe the clone would be able to support Wonder Woman’s genetics and that of two human donors without falling apart.”

“So I’m ‘the clone’ now, huh?” Marinette snarked, earning an exasperated eye roll from her friend.

Batman just stared at the both of them for a moment. He walked away without a word, and came back with a fresh needle and a box. He placed it on the debriefing table.

“Can I do a paternity test myself?” He asked, his voice suspiciously less gruff than normal. “I trust the both of you, but I rather be safe than sorry with something like this.”

The both of them just stared at him in confusion. They traded a glance, and finally Marinette shrugged and moved to sit in her chair properly. Her shirt was already short sleeved, so she just held her arm out so Batman could easily get a blood sample.

“Sure, why not. But do you just have Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne’s DNA sitting around to compare, or—“ she shut up when she watched Batman take off his glove and roll his own sleeve up. Realization slowly sunk in as he asked Nightwing to take a blood sample from him.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You’re— and Luthor doesn’t know— holy shit this is even worse than I thought,” Marinette rambled, not even noticing as Red Hood moved forward and took a small blood sample from her.

Adrien put a hand over his face and just laughed for a moment hysterically. “Oh my god,” he looked over at Marinette. “You could take over the world.”

“I have the blood of Batman AND Wonder Woman on MY side,” Marinette joked back, also hysterical.

When the bat’s high tech equipment was able to come back with a positive result only a few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien had to sit on the floor and just let it all sink in. Which Batman did not at all help by immediately unmasking himself and trying to make a proper introduction.

“I wanna go beat up random thugs again,” Marinette whined, pulling at her hair. “I’ll put on a mask, whatever, but just please let me punch people. I need to punch people right now.”

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #soulmate-game #dc x miraculous #dc x mlb #bio!mom Wonder Woman #Bio!mom Diana prince #bio!dad Bruce Wayne #Bio!dad Batman #idk what this is #but it happened #and it’s something

[rnelodyy]

c!Dream and the rules

(/dsmp /rp, all names refer to characters, not content creators)

I think one of the most striking parts of Exile is something that I rarely see talked about, and it’s Dream’s rules. Or rather, how his rules were made to be used as justification to hurt Tommy.

The thing about exile is that, outside of the initial rule of “Don’t go back to L’Manburg”, Dream never told Tommy the rules, yet constantly operated under the assumption that Tommy already knew them, and had accepted them. The rules also changed constantly, without Tommy ever being notified until he was already in trouble.

The second time Dream told Tommy to put his armor in the hole, he didn’t tell Tommy to do that right away. Instead, the conversation went like this (slightly edited to remove stammering and unrelated dialogue).

Dream: Do you have, uh… something you wanna put on the floor here? Tommy: Yes. (drops two pieces of red concrete as Dream digs a hole) Dre-eam! You’re evil. You’re evil. Dream: Anything else, Tommy? Tommy: Nope! Dream: Oh c’mon, I know there’s something else you wanna drop down here. Tommy: (panicking slightly) No, there… (messages BBH “take this and run”, throws him the disc BBH had gifted him earlier) Um… I don’t reckon there is! (pause) Dream: Okay, are you suuuure? Tommy: YES. Dream: Alright… How ‘bout your armor, Tommy? Tommy: Well, no, this is- I actually earned this myself. Dream: I know you did! Tommy: Leave me alone. Dream: Just drop it in the hole, Tommy. Tommy: Wh- no, NO, you can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit, what do you mean?! Dream: (sing-song) Tommy… Tommy: What? (Dream hits Tommy with his axe, taking over half his health) Tommy: (screams, drops his armor) OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!

The only rule Tommy was aware of at this time was that he wasn’t allowed to go back to L’Manburg. Dream had taken his armor the night before, but there was no indication that he expected Tommy to do this constantly. Taking his armor upon initially arriving at Logstedshire made some kind of sense, allowing Tommy to keep it would run the risk of him trying to fight his way back into L’Manburg. Taking his new, very shitty armor (seriously it was an iron chestplate and a pair of golden leggings he got from a ruined portal chest) made no sense at all, so the fact that Tommy was confused and refused to cooperate at first isn’t unexpected in the slightest.

And the thing is… Dream was aware of this fact. Throughout the conversation, he never really sounded annoyed, and was actively teasing Tommy at times. This isn’t a good thing btw, it’s a sign that he was fully aware that Tommy didn’t know what he wanted from him, and that that would create a situation where Dream could “put him in his place” as it were.

If you’re a parent, and your kid does something that’s not allowed, without knowing it’s not allowed, you don’t start off with a beating. You sit them down, calmly explain the rules to them and explain why those rules are there, then send them on their way with the knowledge that they shouldn't do it again.

This interaction wasn’t an instance of Tommy acting out and Dream correcting him. This interaction was a trap. Dream set Tommy up to fail by not telling him the rules beforehand, and when Tommy offered even the slightest bit of resistance and asked why he needed to drop his armor, Dream jumped straight to beating him. It’s a powerplay, plain and simple.

This is demonstrated again with the destruction of Logstedshire. Dream got pissed that Tommy disobeyed him by having hidden chests with gear under his house, and retaliated by destroying everything Tommy had built, destroying every item he’d collected, killing his pet and only foodsource, barring him from the Nether, banning everyone except himself from visiting, and telling him to start over from scratch after a whole lecture about how Tommy betrayed him.

Again, I wanna point out some specific lines from this lecture that illustrate my point very well.

Dream: You were lying to me! You were lying to me. Tommy: No- Why was I lying?! Dream: What do you mean, why were you lying?! Tommy: I wasn’t hi- I wasn’t- Dream: You hid things in a chest knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have! And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it!

Except Tommy didn’t know that. The contents of the stash were all items that Tommy had obtained previously without any issue (diamonds, emeralds, iron, ender pearls, some pickaxes, and some purely sentimental items like flowers, a jukebox, and pictures of Tubbo and L’Manburg). In fact, the vast majority of them came from Tommy’s aboveground storage, which Dream had full access to, and had looked through before!

Dream also never said Tommy wasn’t allowed to hide stuff, and there was nothing to suggest he didn’t want Tommy to keep secrets from him.

There’s been a theory floating around for a while that Dream knew about Tommy’s item stash beforehand, since it was a very strange place to dig a hole (like, right in front of the house in the center of Logstedshire itself, instead of out in the plains where the TNT wouldn’t damage any structures), and Tommy had previously forgotten to cover up the entrance ladder. While Dream hadn’t looked inside the house, he would’ve definitely heard Tommy place the block back.

If this theory is correct, then this was yet another trap. Dream knew Tommy had a hidden room, and instead of just saying “hey, I don’t want you to have a hidden stash, go put this back and fill in the room” (which would’ve still been bullshit btw), he went COMPLETELY ballistic, destroyed EVERYTHING Tommy had, and while doing it, kept admonishing Tommy for betraying him, said shit like “I thought we were friends”, and even accused him of preparing to attack Dream. Again, a powerplay.

Hell, even the exile conflict itself is this! Tommy was exiled for griefing the king’s property while being a high-ranking official in L’Manburg. Except Fundy, the then-president’s son, CONSTANTLY griefed Eret’s shit after the L’Manburg war, ranging from ripping down one of their towers to “shrink” it, filling another tower with water, and multiple elaborate plots to steal the throne from under their nose. But apparently, between all of that shit and the exile-conflict, the rules were silently changed, meaning Dream could exile Tommy for breaking a couple blocks and placing some rude signs in George’s house. Even the punishment itself was changed without warning, as Tommy went from being exiled from L’Manburg to exiled from “everywhere that’s ever been touched.”

...I was originally gonna make a different point here. I may put it in the reblogs, because I still think it’s very interesting. But, in the middle of writing this essay I had to stop because it was late, then I spent the entire next day packing up because I’m in the middle of a move. It's now the next evening, I'm sat in my new room, on my camping bed, I opened this doc because I pretty much forgot what I typed, I reread it, and then I realized… This isn’t an isolated series of events. This is a pattern for Dream.

Before Tommy first joined the server, there were only three set rules: no stealing, no griefing, and no killing people. Except by that point, those rules weren’t enforced at all. In fact, Dream broke all three at once at one point, by killing George and burning his diamond armor because he didn’t feel it was fair that George got to run around in full diamond when everyone else still had iron.

Tommy joined the server, and broke the rules like everyone else. He stole shit, broke shit, killed George for funsies… and he got exiled for it. Seriously, they dumped him in an empty snowfield for breaking rules that nobody had enforced for weeks. So technically, the Exile-arc isn’t even the first time something like this has happened to him!

During the events that would eventually spark the Disc War, Sapnap stole a bunch of Tommy’s items (including the only Netherite chestplate on the server at the time), and told him he’d only give the stuff back if Tommy helped him with a conflict he had with Ponk. Long story short, Dream tried to intervene and was killed by Tommy and Sapnap, and Dream stole Tommy’s discs to force him to apologize. He then kept the discs, and the Disc War followed. Sapnap, despite being the aggressor and arguably forcing Tommy to participate in the conflict, was never punished.

This proves not only that the rules can change whenever Dream feels like it, but that they’re arbitrarily enforced. Dream refuses to punish his friends for the same crimes he endlessly fucks over Tommy for.

L’Manburg was created in part because of the fact that the rules were unevenly enforced. Tommy, Wilbur, and later Tubbo were repeatedly killed, stolen from, imprisoned, and even held hostage for very minor crimes, while the people killing, imprisoning, kidnapping and stealing from them were able to do so without impunity.

This was also the point where Dream just started making up new rules; there was no rule against having governments on the server, or making a separate area where Dream’s rules wouldn’t apply, so Dream banned governments, and used this new rule as an excuse to kill them, take their items, and tear their land to shreds.

And that’s another thing: the punishments for breaking Dream’s rules are INCREDIBLY harsh.

Kill him non-canonically one time? Your most prized possessions will now be dangled over your head and used to hurt you for the next few months.

Make a country with different laws that doesn’t infringe on anyone’s territory, has no desire to expand, is explicitly pacifistic and open to trade negotiations? You’ll be forced to fight a war you’re in no way equipped to fight, you’ll be betrayed and murdered and have your land destroyed in front of your very eyes until you literally have no choice but to surrender.

Mildly vandalize the king’s house, which nobody else has ever been punished for? You’ll be dragged into court, exiled from your home, and subjected to weeks of abuse until you believe that all of your friends hate you and you actively want to kill yourself.

Hide some stuff in a secret chest? Your only shelter will be exploded, your pet/only food source will be killed, all your items will be destroyed, you’ll be banned from the Nether, and none of your friends will be allowed to come see you.

This is all such disproportionate retribution it’s ridiculous. It’s like punishing someone for speeding by blowing up their car with a ballistic missile.

So to sum up: Dream’s rules are arbitrarily enforced, and he can just straight up make them up on the spot if he feels like it. Sometimes, he won’t tell you a rule exists until you’ve already broken it, and you’re treated as if you broke it out of malice instead of genuine ignorance. And if you do break a rule, and he decides you have to be punished, it will always be a punishment so harsh it doesn’t even ATTEMPT to fit the crime.

I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking corrupt and tyrannical to me.

When people say Tommy deserved exile, or made Dream spiral into villainy, or abused Dream somehow (seriously I’ve seen this take multiple times and every time it makes my brain melt) by breaking the rules, I would invite them to take a step back and ask themselves, why did that rule exist? Did Tommy know it existed? Was it enforced for everyone other than him as well? Does the punishment fit the crime?

Dream has a bad habit of making up rules, or enforcing old ones that were never enforced before, to punish those who threaten his power. None of the Dream Team were ever punished for anything, despite committing the same crimes as the L’Manburgians. That is, until they founded Mexican L’Manburg (i.e. went against Dream’s rule), at which point they were attacked by Dream and George was dethroned for “not being neutral enough.”

Tommy should’ve faced consequences for what he did. But those consequences should’ve come naturally, and been carried out by the people he hurt. Like, if Dream hadn’t intervened, griefing George’s house would’ve resulted in George griefing Tommy back in revenge. In fact, he DID do that, by turning Tommy’s entire house into granite and putting the Jump In The Cadillac picture on his front lawn.

These are natural, proportionate consequences. Exile was none of that. The Disc War was none of that. Everything that happened to L’Manburg was none of that.

Dream’s rules and how he enforces them are inherently corrupt and tyrannical. To pretend it’s anything but is disingenuous at best.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp analysis #c!dream #c!tommy #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #i had a COMPLETELY different point that i wanted to make but then i thought about it and went w a i t #uhhh if you wanna hear my original point lemme know i guess #anyway c!dream is such an interesting character! i hate him! #little green bastard man #c!dream critical

[howdoyousleep3]

where’s that hc about bucky learning to touch 🤲

I was hoping someone would notice that tag and hit me up. Thank you, sweet pea. This one is special to me, one of many. ❤

Bucky doesn’t say much about what happened to him after the fall and before Steve was miraculously given a second chance at a life with him. Steve is thankful for that. The details he does know come from Bucky’s therapist and from files that have been scrounged up over time, ones Steve can’t stomach through, ones he hands to Natasha and asks only for the information she finds pertinent.

Steve is sure he’d die of a goddamn broken heart if he knew every detail of Bucky’s 70+ years of brainwashed torture.

What he needs to know about Bucky is constant and will never change: this is James Barnes, the one in the same Steve spent his entire life falling in love with, Steve loves him now more than ever, and he is going to live every day he’s gifted with in this life for Bucky.

There are things Steve expects after Bucky joins him and the others back at the Tower, things Bruce has helped him comprehend in such a volatile predicament.

“It could take months, years even, for him to come back to you in full. And honestly, Steve...I would be ready for the possibility of him not returning to you in full. This may not end up being the Bucky you knew and grew up with. He needs therapy, needs patience, needs reminders of his life before, of who he was and is. This won’t be easy, Steve.”

Anything for Bucky.

There are things Bucky took to right away and other things that took much longer for him to enjoy or remember. Steve is with him every step of the way.

Sleep was one thing that Steve thought would be a struggle. After only one month of sleeping on the floor in the corner of his bedroom, Steve able to hear him tossing and turning and breathing heavily through his own bedroom wall, it took one afternoon nap on the couch to make him want to move to his new bed. While nightmares continued, Bucky slept albeit in small increments and sometimes through the day, but he slept.

Steve thought that would take years.

Crowds were another story. Crowds came with trust and Bucky rightfully didn’t trust others easily. He barely trusted Steve at first. It took time to get him out of the apartment, baby steps, one step forward and two steps back. They started with walks at dawn, fewer people, gave a shot at stopping for coffee on the way home a few times.

“It’s a Venti here, Buck,” Steve had tried to explain and Bucky huffed. “Why are things so goddamn complicated now? Just want a coffee, a—”

“I know— a black coffee with too much sugar. I got it.”

They’re working on interactions with others and the anxiety that comes with crowds. That one will take time.

What hadn’t taken time, and what startled everyone in the tower beyond belief, was Bucky and affection.

Steve may not know much of what Bucky has spent most of his life enduring but he at least had the assumption that what Bucky went through shouldn’t make him want any kind of touch from another person. Steve wrongfully assumed that any sort of gentle or soft touch wasn't something Bucky would like.

Bucky had spent the past 70+ years walking this earth as a killer, a robot, a machine, an assassin. He surely spent decades thinking he wasn’t worthy of anything, let alone love. He had been touch-starved, void of the tenderness and closeness Steve knows Bucky deserved and craved underneath the brainwashed parts of him.

It took time for Bucky to remember who Steve was to him. While he had recognized him immediately, remembering him but not how, it took months for Bucky to remembered the capacity in which he did so.

And Steve waited.

And waited.

Steve was gifted with small moments along the way, on this journey of Bucky remembering both himself and who Steve was to him:

“You...you were real small once,” Bucky said, factual with no trace of a question, hands in soapy water as he handed Steve a plate to dry. Steve had merely hummed. “Yeah, was...was maybe half the size I am now. Real small.”

“Could fit both’a my hands right around your middle…”

It had been a long while since Steve blushed like that.

Bucky standing over Steve’s sleeping form, heaving chest visible by only the filtered moonlight, Steve mumbling out a, “Buck, wha—?” before Bucky whispered, “You...you’ve been inside of me.” Steve sat up.

“I have,” Steve breathed, on cautious ground, shakier when Bucky then whispered, “But you like it better when I’m inside’a you.”

When Steve had swallowed audibly, nodded his head wordlessly, Bucky had turned and left the room.

It took months of moments like those to compile together, to form the picture of what Steve once was, what he yearned to continue to be, to Bucky. All of these moments, these memories, came to a head so unpredictably during yet another movie night. Knees knocking, fingers brushing, small touches that Steve absolutely soaked in, had gotten used to, had relearned.

When a glance towards Bucky had the wind knocking its way out of Steve’s chest, the familiarity of that look a bone-deep ache—

Bucky was going to kiss him.

A look full of determination and want, lips parted, eyes a bit glassy. Steve didn't dare move, had let Bucky come to him for fear of scaring him away. The moment their lips touched was the moment Bucky started crying. It had only been a short brush of their lips but Steve barely breathed, barely moved. Bucky had pulled back with wide, wet eyes, shaky breaths. “Buck, it’s okay. It’s okay. Everything’s alright, sweetheart,” are the words that easily slipped from his mouth, unable to stop them in a moment of progress that satiated his entire being.

That was the moment that changed everything. It was a startle to everyone involved. Steve had been ready to wait years, this entire life, for the moment he could touch Bucky again, could show him that physicality he knew his Buck craved. After that night on the couch it was as if the floodgates had opened—

Bucky remembered and wanted.

Regardless of where they were or what was happening, he wanted to be touching Steve: soft kisses on the cheek and lips, laying his head in Steve’s lap as he read, lacing his fingers between Steve’s during meetings, an arm wrapped around Steve’s waist between bouts of sparring. He’d trace patterns onto Steve’s thigh as he watched Steve draw, press against the line of his back while he cooked dinner.

Steve was floating on a cloud, was in heaven, never happier. It was perfection.

But what Bucky wanted, Steve couldn’t provide, couldn’t meet. Steve was only one man, couldn’t provide Bucky, whom touch had been stolen away from for decades, with everything he wanted. And that was okay, something Steve accepted, because there were other people Bucky could turn to that Steve trusted.

“I’m sure you all know why I asked you to meet with me,” Steve started, choosing a time Bucky was napping to meet with the rest of the group that either lived in or frequented the Tower. “Bucky has shown us a new side of him, has made some progress I think it’s worth discussing with everyone, since we’re all...we’ve all been affected...”

“Uhh, yeah— your Barnes-y boy has been all over me lately. I’m almost offended that everyone else is here to talk to Cap though. Thought he was just comin' onto me.”

“I have to tell you, I didn’t...I know we talked, Steve. But I’m honestly shocked at Bucky’s progress. It’s baffling.”

“I haven’t minded it. He lets me braid his hair.”

“Wait— y’all are getting touches?”

It was a group effort, supporting Bucky in this way. It was an adjustment, Bucky never prompting and questioning before touching or requesting touches— he just went for it. He was quiet still, not shy, merely observant. And just like he nudged at and leaned against Steve until his hands were on him, he did the same to others.

“I just ask that you show Bucky grace during this time. It’s a delicate situation. I need to know if you don’t want his touch or don’t wish to give him any kind of touch. I think it would be best if it came from me instead of from you in the moment.”

Natasha was who Bucky went to for scratches. Steve thinks it’s the nails. Steve also thinks Nat is Bucky’s favorite to go to for touches, even over him, but Bucky refuses to admit it.

When Bucky wants mindless touches, when he wants tickles and scratches, he goes to her. She naturally took to Bucky’s need for touches, the first occurrence one that came without hesitation. She’ll braid his hair, let him turn his head right where he wants her head scratches, naturally reaches for his back or shoulders to run her nails across when he saddles in close to her.

Thor is one of Bucky’s favorites too. Steve isn’t sure if it’s because of his strength or because of his warm and accepting demeanor but Bucky gravitates towards Thor often, mainly for neck and shoulder rubs. One, “James, my friend. You musn’t be afraid of asking for touch with me. I will always be willing to assist,” and that was all Bucky needed to feel comfortable walking over to Thor and nudging at his hands.

He puts his head on Bruce’s shoulder as soon as he can, likes sparring and playing hide and seek with Clint, enjoys putting his feet in Sam’s lap. Tony took some warming up to, but even then Bucky spent many hours in Tony’s lab, Tony guiding his hands, showing him what to do and how to work different machines, the two of them tinkering on his own arm.

Bucky kinda turns into the Tower kitty cat, wandering around quietly, napping in the sun, snacking, demanding affection from anyone he crosses paths with and trusts.

Everyone had their form of touch they shared with Bucky and Bucky absolutely blossomed under this form of support. Steve is forever grateful to be surrounded by a group of understanding individuals.

And every night when he lifts the comforter and feels the solid line of Bucky’s warm form against his side, the arm that now easily and inevitably slips around his waist, the familiar lips that always press against his temple, shoulder, and cheek, Steve is reminded this day was for Bucky and that the one they’ll wake up to will also be for him.

"I love you, Buck."

"Mhmm love you too, pal."

Steve doesn't even mind that Bucky spends his nights snoring in the crook of his neck, hot breath wafting over Steve's skin, hands grabby even as he dreams—

This is heaven.

#askK #fluffy lub #recovering bucky #found family #avengers 2012 #this is one of a million i have of these #i rarely share like...canon-ish thoughts because i assume people are going to tear them to pieces lol #but i've been sitting on this one for a while #my tense might be way outta wack here lol my bad #tower of god

[goddessktl]

The guy I like is 40 and I’m 30 and I wanna make him 30 as well (not necessarily because of the age difference 10 years isn’t that drastic but I just want him to be near me in age because I’m afraid of loved ones dying before me😭) can I affirm that at 30 he’s going to be exactly the same person that he is at 40 like when I’ll shift he’ll be doing exactly what he was doing today but at 30 instead 40

but I’m concerned Like is it impossible to squeeze 40 years of life experience into 30 years of life experience like?And I’m making the current year 2015 like everything in 2015 is the same as 2022 like tiktok Instagram tumblr etc exactly as the day as I’m going to shift out of OR,

but I’m afraid that he might be a different person to as he is today and I don’t wanna mess anything up, I want him to be exactly as he this day right now to be like that in 2015,

but then again I get overwhelmed with the logic and deconstruction of things it’s taking me to script it’s all very exhausting. Pls help.

hii anon! <3 ଘo(∗  ❛  ᵕ ❛ั )੭່

i see your worried about something you shouldn't have to and it's ok! you don't have to be hard to yourself.. and its ok to feel the undesired. it can't mess up any of your manifestations so worry about nothing, the how isn't your job and in law of assumption logic is non-existence, its important for you to know that you create the rules, you are limitless, nothing is impossible, you control your reality and most importantly you are god who's limitlessly powerful. and changing your sp's age is soo possible! just because you changed his age doesn't mean his a new strange person! i guarantee you there's a reality where you and your sp are at the same age and everything is the same you, him, the relationship, life etc. except his age that's the only thing that change and nothing else, he'll still be the person you knew.

remember ✩•̩̩͙*ೃ˚.

the how isn't your job

your subconscious knows all exactly what you want

nothing is set in stone (except you being a god)

you set rules, you're the operant power

logic is non-existence

everything is you pushed out (u might want to strengthen/work on your sc)

⎙ : why is revision / changing something already happended is possible ☁⋆˚⸙͎

file one ┆ infinite realities = infinite possibilities

i've already said manifesting = shifting, we have infinite realities meaning we also have infinite possibilities we are infinite and limitless. when we manifest/revised something we shift into a reality where our exact desires exists we don't exactly create it's so impossible it already exists before you even desiresit, thats why nothing is impossible and nothing is set in stone (except you being god, the power you hold is stuck on you) there's so many versions of realities consisting other versions of yourself and your life .

file two ┆ nothing is set in stone

again nothing is set in stone! except you being a god and that power you hold will be with you forever! you can change everything at anytime you want, time doesn't exists it'll happen when you want it to happen, it has to!

file three ┆ logic is non-existence

logic is nothing to your power it has nothing to do with gods, if you think you can't revise a single thing that happened in this floating rock you're wrong, people think that we can't make things fly because of logic but look there's a massive irons flying to the sky now and it's because the guys who made things that looks impossible is persistent and knows it'll work and its possible! the physics, science and logic says no before they were created but they can't stop a god from doing so.

file four ┆ everyone is a slave to your imagination

3d is just a reflection of your 4d , if its possible in your 4d its possible in your 3d! and our imagination is limitless just like you, (4d - ur imagination, 3d - ur physical reality) if you think mermaids exists, it exists. literally the entire universe is always ready to adjust things for you at any time.

© goddessktl 2022

#neville goddard #law of assumption #manifestation #ask response #manifesting #manifest your life #manifestyourreality #manifest #law of the universe #spiritual #spirituality #revision #affirmations #affirmdaily #affirmyourlife #© goddessktl 2022

[zuluc]

@kookieyachi​ requested: i hate to be that one person but i doubt they'll increase the rate but imma try my best & start saving for zhongli & childe 😼🤚 anYWAY-, i was wondering if u could write another diluc x reader whr they're in a secret relationship (only kaeya knew somehow-) & one of the mcs & paimon heard rumours of diluc having a s/o & decide to follow him, to see him gg on a date w the reader or summ,,, hope its not too confusing haha🥺💖

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

style & genre: written; fluff

warnings: none

notes: i meant rng rates those screw me over when it matters but i hope we get good ones when their banners come in, i wish the best of luck to everyone pulling may we get our dream teams; THIS IS CUTE ty for all your requests you know what’s good 😪😪

the mc in this is aether because i love aether

“I hear someone has Master Diluc’s heart!”

“Is that so?”

“Aw, man! I wanted him...”

It’s been the talk of the town for longer than he expected and wanted it to be: Diluc’s love life. He was always the private one and never shared anything about his personal life so it was only natural that no one, minus Kaeya it seemed, had a clue as to who took Mondstadt’s most wanted bachelor.

“Are they sure he’s even with someone? Isn’t it just a rumor?” Paimon asks her travel companion as they make their way into the tavern for a late night drink. The pair had travelled back to the town for a few days and while walking through they listened in on what the townspeople were gossiping about this time around.

“Not sure, he doesn’t seem like the type. Why not ask him, Paimon?” 

Paimon flies in front of his face and places her hands on her hips, “You don’t just ask him! He’s so secretive and... and well just that! Also, Paimon thinks he’d just avoid the question.”

“You won’t know it’ll work if you never try.” Aether suggests and opens the door to the tavern. He himself actually wanted to know the truth to those rumors because, well think about it, it’s Diluc and any information that made him seem more emotional than he let on was interesting. He steps inside, seeing the people inside drinking and laughing. They all greet him with their cheerful, yet drunk replies, and Diluc nods his head in acknowledgement. 

“Welcome back. What’ll it be for tonight?” He asks them. Aether places his drink order and Paimon hovers over the bartender with a judging look on her face. Convenient that he is working tonight. He raises a brow, “Can I help you?”

“U-Uh,” she turns her attention to Aether who simply looks back at her and sips his apple cider vinegar, a look of you’re on your own for this one on his face. “Have you heard what’s being said around Mondstadt, Master Diluc?” She asks in a way to slowly lead into the main question. Diluc picks up a glass and shakes his head, turning around to place the item on one of the shelves. 

“I’ve never paid attention to gossip if that’s what you’re referring to. And like I’ve said before,” he eyes the emergency ration suspiciously, “I don’t dwell on idle chat.” Those words, while they weren’t intended to be as cold as they sounded, prevented Paimon from pressing on. She pouts while flying, but her gaze lands on his hands. They are void of his usual gloves and Diluc wore them even while working. She brushes it off as a useless observation and the door of the tavern opens. 

“Evening!” Charles greets them. He waves a hand to Diluc who finishes the last of the glasses he is cleaning, silently thanking the bartender for taking the rest of his shift. He walks out the back and Paimon floats up.

“Does he have something else to do? He usually stays for the rest of the night.” She questions Charles who shakes his head in amusement.

“He must be working hard,” Charles comments, “or maybe taking some time for himself.” Paimon perks up at what he says and she looks at Aether. The traveller finishes his drink and narrows his eyes at her.

“What?” He barely gets another word in before she is rushing out the door. “Paimon!” He places mora on the counter and bids Charles a good night before following her. The door swings open and Aether is met with Paimon flying in front of his face.

“We’ll follow him!” She states confidently, a glint in her eyes.

Aether stares at her blankly. “Uh, why?” Again, she doesn’t give him an answer when she sees a flash of red hair behind his head. They keep quiet and hide behind the stone building when they see Diluc look side to side, almost catching them in his sight.

“He’s definitely going somewhere!” She is much more invested in this than Aether thought, but his own curiosity was overpowering the possibility of getting caught by the pyro user as well. He wordlessly agrees and they quietly tread behind him through Mondstadt, hiding behind every pole and wall whenever they thought he believed someone was following him.

Minutes into their mission Aether catches sight of the Knight of Favonius building and his suspicions are raised. Diluc wouldn’t be caught dead near this place, what more just by walking by it? He stops at the side and Aether tugs his hovering companion away from Diluc’s line of sight when it opens, a familiar person stepping out.

“It’s--!”

“Honorary Knight!” Huffman interrupts Paimon’s exclamation as he rushes to the both of them. “Would you be able to help us out near Windrise? Quite a lot of slimes showed up and the other knights are preoccupied with their own missions. I know you just got back but...”

“We’re good!” Another knight shows up, running to them, “Captain Kaeya helped us out!” Aether looks back and forth between then before looking at the door. It seems that the person and Diluc had already left. 

“Ah, I see. Sorry to intrude on your evening.” Huffman excuses himself and leaves with the other knight. Paimon flies towards the empty stairs, floating around premises as if looking for clues.

“Paimon saw y/n! Do you think they’re together?” She questions. 

“Isn’t that too much of an assumption?” Paimon floats to Aether’s face with mock anger on her features. “Maybe they could just be well-acquainted.”

“Let’s just see who’s right then! I bet...” she places a finger to her chin, “...5000 mora!”

“You don’t even carry mora.”

--

The commissions burned you out but you are more than happy to see what awaits you after you leave the building. Bidding Jean goodbye, you settle into your coat and push the doors open. He’s standing there waiting like he said he would and you notice there is no one around, though you had an inkling that someone was watching you. You are broken out of your thoughts when Diluc’s warm hand cups your face. He was initiating more touches after becoming comfortable in your relationship, so you felt happy that he could do so outside though with no one to see.

To you, it was hard to believe that you managed to attract him in the first place, considering his many suitresses, but despite that he insisted that it was you he was after.

“Something the matter?” He asks gently, removing his hand when he could hear steps behind him. You shake your head and smile at him causing his heart to warm at the sight. “Good, shall we?”

Your dates aren’t like the usual ones. You walk around the sides of Mondstadt when everyone is asleep as you both share what has gone on in your day. Sometimes, you even take a stroll outside the city and sit under the large tree in Windrise, watching the stars twinkle. Going on many secret rendezvous were fun and brought an excitement and mystery to both of your lives when they occured. 

But even so, sometimes you wondered what it would be like if the townspeople knew. 

Diluc never explicitly mentioned that he wanted the whole town to know and you both came to the conclusion that keeping your relationship from the public would be beneficial. He was known to be aloof yet protective of Mondstadt. He had a reputation to uphold and the enemies would otherwise have vital information to his weaknesses if they came to know of your connection.

You know he loves you, he tells you every night before you have to part until you see each other the next day. And any doubt in your mind is gone when your hand is held tightly in his.

--

“Paimon, we’ve been following them for too long. They’re just talking.” Aether felt uncomfortable doing what they were doing and spying on the both of you. He watches the both of you engage in a regualr conversation. After losing sight of you at the Knights of Favonious building they glided around trying to track you both. He couldn’t see that your hands were intertwined due to how your coat concealed it. 

“Ahh! Fine, we should go rest,” Paimon says defeatedly, “Paimon can’t believe she lost 5000 mora!” Aether rolls his eyes and jumps down from the roof to head to a nearby inn. The streets are quiet but there are audible footsteps from their right as they move through the houses.

“Hey, it’s nice to see you back in town.” Kaeya greets him with the usual lilt to his voice. “Why are you two still up?”

“We were following Master Diluc because we think he’s seeing someone!” Paimon really has no shame, does she? Aether thinks to himself and he looks up at the Cavalry Captain when the latter lets out a light chuckle. 

“What an interesting activity... I do hope you find your answer,” Kaeya nods his head to direct it behind them. Aether and Paimon follow his direction and see the two they had been trailing for the past hours. “Good night.”

“I almost forgot!” The duo’s ears perk at the sound of your voice. You and Diluc are at the front of your home and their eyes widen at the sight of your hand in his. You reach into your coat pocket to pull out his gloves, “You left them here.”

“Thank you,” Diluc replies, lifting the hand he held to his lips and kissing the back. “Good night, my love.”

“Good night, Diluc.” The smile on your face is ever radiant and he leans down for his kiss. You oblige but pull away to lean closer to his ear, “It seems that we have company.” Your hold leaves him and you open your door, disappearing inside. Diluc turns his head and sees the shocked faces of the traveller and ration. 

“Paimon wins.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact angst #genshin impact imagines #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc