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[bluerosefox]

Curiosity and Puzzle Boxes

It was tiny Tim's first time being 'old' enough to be left home alone without a babysitter, and even though he KNOWS he shouldn't mess or play with some of the things his parents sent home from their digs, he's still a very curious child.

Yeah, maybe playing and later solving that old puzzle box that apparently summoned a powerful eldritch being from a different realm and binded them together until his own death might not have been the brightest thing Tim has done... but at least he's not alone now!

Meanwhile, Danny takes one look at the kid who not only summoned him but solved the puzzle box and sighed to himself, this was the last time he took Tuckers advice on how to escape the dumb Ghost King summonings by creating a 'prove yourself worthy' loophole/puzzle.

Also.. where the heck are your parents kid?!?!?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #crossover #blue rambles #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #dpxdc #a trope ive seen done before but i wanna throw my idea in the ring as well #baby tim is ghost adopted by danny #tiny tim is smart #but baby too #danny really hoped to get out of summonings #but he didnt take into account of the smarty smart Tim Drake #Danny got uncomfortable flashbacks to his own childhood when he asks Tim where is parents were at. #and he says 'they have more important work to do than be with me.' #Tim meant it as a little business man way to show hes grown up but there is a hint of hurt in his tone #and Danny can hear it and decides to channel his inner Jazz #yep this is his kid now

[blade-that-was-broken]

“Hey Clay?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I know you don’t really like to talk about your older bro-...” 

“Did he call again? Ignore it, he’ll stop. Honestly, he should know better by now,” Clay grumbled, not looking up from his project. Last week, Bruce had called him, out of the blue. It had been a weird phone call, acting as if the last several years didn’t happen. As if Bruce didn’t just pick up and move across the country the moment he could, leaving the rest of them to their mother.

He knew he was holding a ridiculous grudge. It had been years. And Clay might have gotten over it eventually, if Bruce hadn’t replaced them with his perfect family. He barely stayed in contact - even with the brothers who weren’t as mad at him. Branch had been young when Bruce left, barely six years old. Clay wasn’t a whole ton better but at least Branch knew him to an extent. Branch at least knew his favorite color. Clay doubted Branch knew the first thing about Bruce. 

“He… he’s here.” 

Bruce wouldn’t leave his resort and his wife and well, now his kids. It was like he expected everyone to pick up and go visit him just because he lived on an exotic island or whatever. As if Clay didn’t have responsibilities or Floyd wasn’t constantly traveling. As if it was so easy for Grandma to leave the house and fly across the country. Bruce barely called and he never, ever visited - much less out of the blue like this. 

Clay stopped and looked up, his head swiveling around to look back at his best friend. Her curly blonde hair was wrapped up in a messy ponytail, which was fairly normal, but the uncertain and awkward expression on her face was definitely not the norm for her. “What?” he asked, shocked. 

She nodded. “Yeah. There is a guy down in the courtyard. He said he’s your older brother.” 

Clay shook his head. Bruce would never leave his precious wife and resort to visit him, especially when he knew how much Clay was upset with him. Had been for years. Honestly, aside from one phone call a week or two ago, Clay hadn’t really heard from him in years. Clay could have chalked it up to Bruce just knowing that he was angry with him for abandoning him - them - with their mother the first moment he could, but he barely kept in contact with Floyd and Branch as well. And they didn’t hold the hard feelings that Clay did. Not that Clay was much better; he didn’t talk to any of his brothers much either. 

“There is no way,” he protested with a huff, rolling his eyes. She must be mistaken, there was no other option. “He’s never made a trip out here. He would never leave his resort. What is he doing out here?” Viva hesitated, glancing away, which was very strange for her. She was very straightforward and easily excitable. Clay felt his brow furrow a little. “Viva…” 

“He’s not… like how you said.” 

He just sighed and took a deep breath. Bruce definitely had a way with people; he always had. Granted, Clay probably painted him in mostly a crappy light, due to the fact that whenever the subject did come up - which was extremely rare - it was not often positive. Clay had a lot of anger and probably a lot of resentment. It was a work in progress. “Look, Viv. I know he’s easy to believe. He seems soooooo friendly and charming that you want to just swoon or whatever. He’s got that effect on people but…” 

“No.” 

“No?” Clay asked, confused. She said it so strong, so flat, so sure and Clay wasn’t sure what to make of that. 

“Clay… he’s not like that at all. He was actually really quiet and awkward and super uncertain but held him with some kind of…rigidness? At least as much as he could,” Viva looked uncomfortable, like she had seen something she really didn’t like. He wasn’t sure what that was about. At the moment, he was more hung up on the description which did not sound like Bruce at all. 

He scoffed. “Bruce?” 

“He didn’t say that was his name,” Viva continued, still uncertain, glancing towards the window. “But you only have one older brother right?” 

Clay blinked and his whole world came to a standstill. “I….” 

“Clay?”

Older brothers. 

There was no way, though. He hadn’t heard anything from him since their parent’s divorce and when he was practically dragged away almost kicking and screaming. Clay barely remembered it; he tried not to. Everyone had been crying but Branch’s screaming, going along with everyone else's tears kind of drowned everything out. It hadn’t been a pretty memory and Clay avoided thinking about it. Coupling that with his mother’s systematic way of erasing anything that evoked him or their father from their house and their lives, it only took a few years for everyone to stop considering them entirely. 

His eyes widened. There was no way. There was no way it was possible. 

Clay didn’t even think. He bolted out the door, not even bothering to strip off his lab coat. There was no way. It had been at least fifteen years. What were the chances? After fifteen years? There was no way. 

He had to be sure. 

Making his way down to the courtyard, with Viva shouting after him, he scanned the area upon slamming the doors open. It had been a decade and a half. He had no idea what to look for anymore. They had all changed. 

“He’s by the fountain, sitting on the stone wall,” Viva supplied. 

That helped. He made his way over, still looking over the area until he spotted a more middle aged guy with short hair and bandages on his arm. When he looked, Viva nudged him, giving him the sign that who she had talked to was him. Definitely not Bruce. 

He looked over at Clay and recognized him, suddenly nervous. Clay just stared. That was all he could really muster up to do. “Uh… hi, Clay. I know you might not really remember me but…” 

Clay didn’t say a word at first, just launching himself at his big brother, knocking him into the grass behind in a hug. He clearly wasn’t expecting it but he took to the action pretty quickly, wrapping his arms around Clay’s back for support and to keep him from being tossed around. 

“John Dory.” 

Clay couldn’t remember the last time he thought of him, much less said his name out loud. He hated that. His eyes were squeezed shut, just soaking up the firm grasp his oldest - his oldest - brother had on him. He had so much to say and so many questions but only one happened to come out. It had been fifteen years and now John Dory just showed up out of the blue. 

“How did…how did you find me?”

It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say. There was a lot he wanted to say and do but his mouth had run off with him, questioning so much that he really didn’t actually care the answers to. Because he was here. After fifteen years. 

“Bruce told me.” 

Clay shifted slightly. “B-Bruce?” He supposed it might have been easier to find a resort owner before some crazy older college student. Although Clay felt like he had his name out there more than his other older brother, as he had written papers and had been featured in several journals. Although it might not have been in things John might have looked through. They could be pretty niche. 

“I…” John tensed a little and hesitated. “He found me. The hospital found him, I guess? They found him and called him. I’ve been staying with him for my recovery.” 

Clay’s heart dropped as he pulled away, trying to assess. He scrambled off his brother, stepping back. “Your what?” 

John grimaced. 

Viva nudged his shoulder and spoke quietly. “Clay.” 

Clay’s eyes were drawn downward. Sure, there were bandages on his arm but John’s grip didn’t seem to be very weak so he doubted that would be so debilitating and honestly, his legs seemed fi-… where was his leg? 

“W-Where is your leg?” 

“Sudan… I think?” 

Clay just stared. 

“Right, sorry. Kinda dark humor there,” John muttered, sitting up a little more. “I was… I have been, I guess, in the military for a while. Over ten years I guess, uhm… it’s a long story. But some stuff happened, my arm got kinda burned up but it’ll be okay. Head got banged around a bit but that should be fine too. The biggest thing was my leg which… well, that ended my military career pretttyyyy quick. The hospital found Bruce and yeah, I’ve been staying with him but…. I wanted to see you. Needed to see you.” 

There was a pause. 

“Sorry, that was… that was a lot of words.” 

“When Bruce called…” Clay drifted off in realization. Bruce had called to tell Clay about John. 

“He didn’t want to freak you out.” 

“But I hung up.” 

John nodded. “Bruce didn’t really tell me anything about what happened with you guys or anything but I just… I bought a plane ticket and well, here I am.” 

Here he was. 

“Does Bruce even know you’re here?” Clay asked, uncertainly. With John’s state, it probably meant that Bruce was kind of taking care of him, which meant he was in charge of his welfare and health. John was still on leg crutches and probably couldn’t get around super well. It couldn’t have been that long since it happened. 

John snorted. “I am a grown man.” 

“Missing a leg!” 

“So?” John asked, his nose wrinkling. Clay almost felt like he had been slapped. Floyd and Branch did the same thing. “I knew a guy who lost both and guess what? He lives alone. Does just fine.” 

“He’s probably freaking out.”

“Bruce? Probably.”

“Then why are you here?” 

John tried not to look hurt. He would have done a great job too, if he hadn’t looked away. It was a telltale sign and Clay noticed. He didn’t even realize what he had said and how it came out until it was too late. He cursed himself; he didn’t want John to think he didn’t want him here. “I haven’t seen you in fifteen years, Clay. No matter how much time passes or what happens, I love you.” 

Shit. 

“Clay… he’s so cute,” Viva sniffled. “You never told me-” 

“That I existed?” John guessed, making Clay cringe. “That seems to be an ongoing theme.” 

“JD, I just…” he didn’t really know what to say. He didn’t have any excuse, really. He could blame a lot on his mother but that felt wrong to say to him. There wasn’t any real excuse that would make anyone feel better. 

“It’s alright,” John replied, although Clay could tell there was some struggle. Which made sense. No one wanted to feel forgotten by loved ones. Especially not the ones still alive. “Bruce didn’t tell his kids I existed either. I’m getting over it.” 

He shouldn’t have to get over it, Clay thought. He shouldn’t have had to do any of it. He should have spent the last fifteen years with them. He should have been there for birthdays, for their graduations, for their important moments. He should have been there when Bruce got married. For Floyd’s first show. For Clay’s best college awards. Bruce’s kids should have known their uncle their entire life, not just now and so forth. 

“She’s dead, our mother,” Clay said, blandly. He blamed her a lot, for pretty much everything. Not the divorce itself; that was both of them, but for cutting them off from his brother. For forcing his name to never be spoken. For erasing his memory. It was one thing to keep them away from their father, although Clay didn’t like that either, but to keep them away from their older brother was unforgivable for him. 

“So is dad. Over ten years.”

Ten years. Over even. John lost his family, became an adult and lost his father. No wonder he joined the military. 

“Six.” 

“I tried looking for you,” John promised, like it was something he had to convince Clay of. Like he didn’t want Clay to think that he didn’t try. It wasn’t meant to make Clay feel worse and Clay knew it but it did anyway. Because Clay hadn’t. He hadn’t looked. He hadn’t even considered it. “Before joining the military. After too, a little, I suppose. I’m no detective I guess.” 

Clay just stared at him. Did he think…?

“I know…” John frowned again. “I know you’re mad at Bruce but I can’t… I… Clay, I want to be…to have… to be in some part of your life and I just…” 

“I’m not mad at you.” 

Clay hated the almost hopeful look that John stared at him with. It was a expression that screamed he wasn’t expecting this reaction. “You… aren’t?”  

“No. Of course not. Our parents were petty and bitter and it is all their fault. JD, you never… you didn’t abandon anyone. Dad took you away and mom decided to try and erase that part of her life. Have you blamed yourself this whole time? For years?” 

“No, no, I just… I don’t want you to think I stayed away or something.” 

“I believe you,” Clay promised. “And I’m so glad you’re here.”

#soldier on au #john dory #clay #viva #the one au where clay's anger is not directed around jd ever #i guess i have another like that too but still; this is different idk i guess #sorry yall ive been super busy #and trying to draw #along with the million other things of life #but this was mostly written so there is that #it's a little longer too!! #branch and possibly clay are gonna make jd a kickass leg #i just feel like clay is intellectually very smart while branch is good at literally making things??? #idk it's just i dunno #i both have all the ideas for jd and branch and ZERO ideas too #there's like no in between #but like guyyyyyysssssss #they so cute thooooooo #ironically JD kinda becomes a buffer for bruce and clay which is hilarious considering canon #or what is usually written about jd and clay #but it gets better #and here i am ranting in the tags again #i love it when people reblog and there are thoughts in the tags tho cause i read them and it's fun

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #123

The boys are idiots, endlessly failing to admit that they see each other as father and son, and Pepper and May are sick of it. After yet another day of watching this oblivious dance, they're both about ready to tear their hair out.

So, they hatch a plan.

Pepper hires May as her personal assistant / travel companion. This leaves Peter in Tony's care at the tower, while May joins Pepper in her continent-hopping reign of terror upon the business world.

As expected, by the time they return, after weeks in Italy and Japan and wherever else, Tony and Peter have fully worked out their feelings. Now, they're just nervous about revealing their newfound dad + son discovery to May and Pepper.

Their expressions when May and Pepper both look at each other and then burst out laughing - are priceless

Bonus:

It's Happy or Rhodey who realizes that, really, Pepper has had the last laugh of them all

After months of bickering with May, trying to get her to accept a high-paying job at SI and to possibly even move into the tower, Pepper has finally gotten her wish

When May realizes she's been played, she can't even be that mad about it because she's so impressed. But rest assured, when the next prank war arises, Pepper will get hers.

Never before has someone dared to prank Pepper. That rule is about to change.

#just let them be a big goofy family oh my god #irondad fic ideas #irondad fic idea #ironfam #irondad and spiderson #iron dad and spider son #peter parker #tony stark #may parker #pepper potts #irondad #spiderson #iron dad #spider son #iron man #spider-man #my guys are very smart but also so so so stupid #queueueueue #weekly reminder that I love you all but am too busy to be human :) #fic ideas still postponed but you can send asks if you want I just won't see them for a while #see announcements

[tswwwit]

The newest installment of the Cult AU was so amazing and gratifying! I do have to ask about Dipper's reaction when Bill suggested that next time he hide *in* his bed - should we assume that Dipper just truly doesn't think there's any possibility that Bill would want him like that, or does it potentially reflect some truly non-existent sex ed within the cult? Did the cultists have relationships like that within the cult?

I hope you post this AU and your other shorter works on AO3, id love to be able to bookmark and comment.

Thank you for your kind words!

Dipper's reaction was mostly because the cult had sub-par to non-existent sex ed. Though to be fair, even if he was aware that Bill was, ahem, an option, he definitely wouldn't think there's any way he'd want Dipper like that.

#answers #Dipper's a smart guy who went poking around in forbidden texts #So I think he's probably got an idea of some of the mechanics and anatomy of sex #But a fairly limited amount! #And anything of a non-straight nature would have been just completely off his radar #Various cult members are for sure getting it on in the background of course #Insular communities are like that #But you can also assume that Dipper pretty much was out of the loop there #He didn't get any invites before he was a Blasphemer and definitely none post de-tonguing #What you get there is a sheltered little guy who's whip-smart - but doesn't know what he doesn't know #He might have caught on if he thought to ask the question but he doesn't know there's a question to ask #Pretty bad cult altogether; I'm betting it was Extremely Heteronormative if not outright homophobic #Which like. C'mon. BIll's not even a human gender. What the hell kind of business are they on enforcing *norms* #He'd be very VERY annoyed at that bullshit

[natjennie]

watcher announcement is insane. I don't have anything insightful or important to say but like. whoaoahh that's crazy.

#like i dont have any business knowledge i have no idea #but a new streaming service seems like a bad idea #like maybe pushing the patreon and cutting back a little on lower performing shows would be more effective but? #i mean if its between content they Want to Make and content to please advertisers like. i get that thats a hard decision. #but i think financially it's gonna end up backfiring because no one in their audience is gonna buy another subscription #and like. fan loyalty wise i think it's not smart because a lot of people dont want high quality production value #they want down home casual youtubers. #i guess its emblematic of all of capitalism though right- #no one can just be satisfied with stability and success #they have to go for growth. #but if you've already reached all the people you're gonna reach and you keep angling for more eventually you're gonna- #surpass what the people that like you want to / are able to keep up with #anyway. that's crazy. #watcher #watcher entertainment

[ladyseidr]

and what if i finally decided on a fc for anna / mrs. em.ily. what then. ( do you love her )

#☽—— ⸢ my edit ⸥ #˖ ♡ 𝒻𝒸. » heart aching ( anna emily ) #f n a f / #me: hasn't written her because i hadn't decided on an fc #also me: i should add her as a full muse now ( i won't yet i promise lmaooo ) #i've literally written out her muse bio and everything tho in notion lmao #she's a manager in a bookstore and she's from a town in arizona right near the border of utah #her parents are chinese immigrants and she has two sisters she adores #she wants to own her own business one day and is super supportive of henry's work while they're together #like she's so down to brainstorm with him ( & william if he's willing lmao ) and is def smart when it comes to business stuff #( and not in a cutting corners way either. glances at both my henry and william. ) #and she's a very good mom to charlie as well as a good aunt-like figure to the af.ton kids #love love love the idea of her and mrs. af.ton as best friends even once they've both divorced the Disasters #but i think she gets bad vibes from william like. . . not immediately but earlier than most. she's friendly but it's minimal y'know lmao #but obv she doesn't guess what he's /actually/ up to. just thinks he's a dick ( valid )

[fullsunstrawberry]

Now that the watchers is going to shit I’ll admit buzzfeed unsolved was WAYYY better than mystery files in terms of format and editing ‼️

#yes market to broke college kids and then make them pay for once free content #smart business idea 🙄 #I already stopped watching cause I felt bad cause I didn't like their mystery files #but I wanted to see if puppet history was in a better format #but at this point idc man #berry not kpop

[humblexwanderer]

God help me, but I think I'm going to do NaNoWriMo this year

#this is not a smart idea #i'm so busy at work and i've never finished before #but still...the story... #nanowrimo

[orcelito]

Oh Boy if the naruto brain grips me as hard as it did in 2018, I really just might end up doing a trigunxnaruto crossover. Specifically with trigun characters in naruto world

Listen. I am just utterly fascinated by Naruto's world building. And if I can find a way to fit Vash (and Nai) into the Naruto world's lore in a way that is both convincing and fitting. Then fuck YEAH I wanna do it

#speculation nation #i cant make vash a tailed beast bc A: that would make me unable to have Knives as his Equal And Opposite. #even if i made knives a tailed beast they still wouldnt be mirrors. different tailed beasts means #different abilities and different power levels. + id have to get rid of existing holders of the tailed beasts. #no. vash and knives have to be something More. im thinking maybe something related to the kagura business #though i'll have to do some more lore research into it to cement the idea. #given that ive neved actually finished shippuden so i dont 100% know how that all went down #(every time i end up stopping in the great shinobi war shit. it's just So Much...) #anyways. wolfwood would be some genetically modified human turned weapon etc etc as ww goss #meryl and milly... well theyd be lovely kunoichis. milly heavily in taijutsu with big heavy weapons #while meryl. i think as a shinobi she'd be into genjutsu and/or poisons #bc shes so small she cant brute force it. she's gotta be smart about it all. #OMFG.... WHAT IF SHE LEARNED SIMILAR STUFF TO SAKURA...?? i think she'd have the smarts for it #ths chakra control for the pin-point strength... the terrifying knowledge of the human body #for both medical and assassination purposes... oh that would be so good for her. #AAAAAAA I JUST KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT OH NO.......... i just have. Thoughts on.. #*ok lol #***KAGUYA. SHIT. #can u tell ive never actually watched the end of naruto lmao

[raixkim]

can y'all imagine the sheer amount of lesbian weddings that are gonna take place at lesbos now that Greece legalized same-sex marriages???

#there's 100% a really smart business idea in there somewhere #lesbian wedding tourism #lgbt #lgbtqia+ #sappho #sapphic

[fingertipsmp3]

Also I can’t figure out if my life genuinely does suck or I’m just having an existential crisis because my period starts in approximately 48 hours

#it does make me worse ngl. i wish i could just yeet my uterus #i was just starting to think about how all my days are the same and it’s boring and i’m boring #and i never see anybody or meet new people or make new friends #working from home is all well and good until it makes you want to [redacted] #and you all can say ‘just leave your house!’ as much as you want but living in a small town and having no car is not really conducive #to getting myself out there #i mean my town literally has about a dozen businesses and half of them are sad pubs. the others are like hair salon; co-op; church; butcher #2 takeaways. and yeah there’s parks but all of them are kind of dire #maybe i could start getting the bus places. going somewhere else. idk #i have been thinking about taking a trip but wherever i go i still take myself and it’s like i’m in this state of permanent malaise #too nervous to talk to anyone and too impatient to linger anywhere or enjoy anything #everything i do i rush through so i can do something else #and i think amongst it all i’m just reckoning with the fact that i’m never going to be remarkable. i mean neither is anyone else really #but i always thought i’d write a novel or become a college professor or something but i’m not smart enough and i don’t have enough words #or ideas in me. not really. i’m not a creative i’m just an imitator. always have been #and i could live with being unremarkable because we all are in the cosmic universe but i still don’t think i can live with rotting #in my hometown. but then it’s like how do i get out? #i signed up for an online course just to vary things a bit. just to get some enrichment in my enclosure #it’s this slow realisation that i thought i Wanted to work at home. i thought i liked the peace of it. just me and the computer screen #but no i like to work outside and then come back to my home as my sanctuary. i have to leave it sometimes to really appreciate it #but no one wants to hire me for an intellectual job because i’m not actually that smart. and my body is too broken to work in hospitality #anymore. or is it. i mean for god’s sake i can run three times a week but i don’t trust myself to be able to stand for hours #i’m thinking about throwing myself on the mercy of my old boss like hey. i fucked up. do you have any shifts for me? i’ll do weekends #i just don’t want to lose my fucking mind #maybe i’ll text her tomorrow. the worst thing she can say is no #personal

[braywashed]

so my job doesnt take appointments at all, and this lady calls today and asks when theres availability for her to make an appointment, and i said sorry we don't do appointments you can do thi-, 'well i'm asking you to make me an appointment.'

'sorry unfortunately we don't do that.'

'well then NO THANK YOU.'

and hung up.

#okay toodles we definitely didn't want your shitty business anyway. #yes please treat the people who youre paying to provide a service for you like shit #please do that. thats a really smart idea. how about you fucking do it yourself because no one wants to do that for you actually. #people constantly expect us to bend the rules for them or give special treatment and its like???? #you and everyone else buds the answer is wait your turn.

[garbagequeer]

How do you know someone is middle class like what are their telltale signs? besides the straight teeth and Patagonia vest of course what else shouldwe look for

i feel like im a teen magazine columnist for the communist girl. quiz: are you taking down the man or just getting down, man?. thrifting do's and don't's: a guide to ethical summer fashion. middle class? more like middle crash! top 10 signs you're hanging with the wrong crowd

#i will say that i simply tend to know everyone and their grandmother's business #if i've known someone a long time. so when they say something deranged im like. god where did you get that idea? #in your summer home? from granddaddy's wikipedia? #however. if someone has more than 1 home hit da bricks #if someone talks a lot about whatever social issue is in rn and when you suggest they participate in some action #they're like nah it's not a good time/ always busy /whatever #DO NOT fall for it they dont care. they just like to get status with their group by sounding smart and informed #answered

[ninesecretsteps]

actually crazy how much more comfortable i've become with discussing things on this blog since i started posting like, a month ago. i mean that was the point but the difference feels a little stark just looking through my post tag on here. this guy was afraid of being schizoid on the schizoid blog

#💀👍 #[staring into a flashlight] it's working. i can feel it working #i mean it would be nice 2 have the space 2 do it on main as well #but i don't super feel like navigating portraying myself ''acceptably'' especially considering politics #not that those aren't important+i'm not conscious of them #but it seems 2 be like a semi-popular idea on my dash 2 reject ''pathologizing yourself'' in literally any capacity #+i get where it comes from. i believe criticizing the psychiatric institution is important #but sometimes it almost feels like. fellas is it unleftist 2 be mentally disabled in the ''wrong'' way #like i know the personality disorder as a framework is a terrible+often weaponized way of discussing a person's mental condition #in an ideal world it would not exist #...but we are not in an ideal world+i looked verrry hard 4 the words 4 myself #not my fault they came from an oppressive institution! #i'm not going 2 reject them when the alternative is nothing. my apologies/mind your business #...some kind of throughline here with people who genuinely want/need ''stigmatizing'' labels 2 describe themselves #being shouted down by people who don't need those labels in the name of dismantling psychiatric stigma #like how low-functioning autistics have 2 beg the online autistic community 2 allow them 2 use ''low-functioning'' #there's merit in critiquing the existence of a label+what it implies #but they do also still serve 2 describe experiences that you can't just neologism your way around #ohhh i think i cracked it actually. i'm so smart

[un-local]

oh no. fic idea.

Just saw a Smoughtown video where he posited that all the meddling with fate has created the Astel. The logic being:

1: Astel is described as a malformed star. 2: The stars control fate. Therefore, meddling with the stars to change fate creates malformed ones—the astel.

And that has given me an idea. If I wasn't writing a "Rogier Lives, Shenanigans Ensue" fic, I'd probably be writing a "Blaidd Lives, Shenanigans Ensue" fic. Here's an insane premise for that.

==<>==

After finding out why Blaidd's been locked in the Evergaol, the Tarnished wants to save him. ↓

"Star shards control fate huh? I'll use that to sever the Fingers' hold on Blaidd! He'll be in charge of his own fate!" (something something something adapting Seluvis's tricks for good, yada yada yada) ↓

Insert cool epic ritual scene of that here. (Blaidd having to be the one doing it since it's his fate, etc. As high as the stakes are, there’s moments for comedy in this.) ↓

A new Astel is created, either in the moment or shortly afterwords. ↓

Insert climatic bossfight here where they whoop its ass ✨together ~✨ ↓

Character moments ensue. Sappy, romantic, platonic, whichever. Call back joke to like, their first meeting/first time working together ↓

fin

#im too busy with still waters #but #the idea struck me like lightning #so posting #and clogging the tag! #whoops #idk if anyones done this before but i feel very smart for it occurring to me #sorry if its already been done #elden ring #blaidd #blaidd the half wolf #harebrained thought #hare posts