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brother-emperors · 5 months

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I'm so sorry if you get tired of answering asks about Pompey and Crassus BUT your response to the anon asking if Crassus let Pompey get away with things really got me thinking! Specifically about the way that Plutarch (I think?) says that Crassus didn't hold ill-will against Pompey for "stealing" his triumph. And how it feels like Crassus just kind of decided to shrug it off and instead asked Pompey for help for the consulship elections. Crassus seems so ruthless and direct while on the field, and I have so many questions about how he and Pompey worked together in Spoletium which will never be answered 😭 But then when it comes to politics I really can't see the pattern!

oh, I love talking about Crassus (and Pompey too, by extension), literally I can't stop. you can ask several people. I'll be talking about one thing, and all of a sudden: Crassus has entered the conversation. it's terrible, I can't stop. mostly, it takes me a thousand years to articulate my thoughts in any kind of way that makes sense.

I actually think that there are two times that Crassus subtextually calls Pompey a bitch, and the triumph incident is one of them!

specifically in that Crassus's comment about it:

Crassus, for all his self-approval, did not venture to ask for the major triumph, and it was thought ignoble and mean in him to celebrate even the minor triumph on foot, called the ovation, for a servile war.

Crassus is also not the first person to hold this sentiment.

Crassus' Ovation in 71 B.C., B.A. Marshall

I think it's important to remember that for Rome as a whole, the Third Servile War was terrifying because of the scale of the threat it posed to how an imperial wheelhouse running on a slave economy functions, but also because it's really fucking embarrassing for Rome's identity.

Crassus is also not the first person who commands the leading role against Spartacus. Spartacus goes through two other commanders before Rome asks Crassus to enter the scene. Crassus specifically is a private citizen when he is asked to step into this role: up until now, Rome's own praetors and consuls have failed to rise to the occasion.

Crassus' Ovation in 71 B.C., B.A. Marshall

Marcus Crassus and the Late Roman Republic, Allen Mason Ward

this is a deeply humiliating moment for the Roman reputation and identity. Pompey taking credit for Crassus' victory is an expected power grab, but it's also kind of cringe that he did it. Crassus was doing Roman's Duty To The State (or, if you like a spicier take on it, may have pulled strings for it. after all, you can't consider a man rich unless he can fund his own army. and the army Crassus brought with him for this was is own)

and so taking credit for that is like. man. this was NOT a "glorious war" that was fought. (Lucullus cites this as a blemish on Pompey's character during his vulture speech, it's very fun!)

so while Crassus may have realized that writing back to Rome and requesting back up was a mistake because whoever showed up would have the world's easiest time taking credit and accepted that it would happen, I do think that he took alternative measures to even the playing field in a 'okay sure, have your triumph, but don't think you're going to have it all,' kind of way because he also does this

Marcus Crassus and the Late Roman Republic, Allen Mason Ward

Pliny, Natural History 15.125

Gell. NA 5.6.23

Cic. Pis. 58

which does not strike me as the behavior of someone who is letting Pompey just run away with it without any kind of pushback.

and now to throw out literally everything I just said about the Triumph Incident, B.A. Marshall (whose article I've cited several times already in this) has an incredibly compelling case to make that there wasn't really as much conflict between the two over this as ancient narratives might indicate (which. seems to be a recurring theme with them)

Crassus' Ovation in 71 B.C., B.A. Marshall

I will stick to my narrative speculation that some of their respective peers probably thought it was at least embarrassing behavior on Pompey's part, because Lucullus has a lot of vitriol to direct at Pompey, and he does cite this incident as something negative to Pompey's overall character) someone who steals credit and glory from other people). so. hm. I think the assumed personal and periodically biting rivalry (in addition to the usual political rivalry) between the two is extremely fun, but so is. this. thoughts! much to think about.

#.....i think i got a little off topic here. i actually have a writing doc up bc i wrote a whole draft for a reply #bc with patterns in their politics is like. ohhhhhh my god do i have thoughts about how they keep working together.#even when they're fighting they're working together it makes me unwell #people will speculate that pompey and crassus may have worked together to avoid another civil war during their lifetime #and i was like. well that's kind of generous. but its like. well. WELL!!!!!#unfortunately a lot of the political undermining and scheming and fuckery fully broke the republic beyond repair like RIP. so sorry for #you all. i cant even fully blame it on them. after all. they are considered sullan proteges. the ghost of sulla strikes again!#anyway i think politically he has a different kind of ruthlessness: iron clad conviction and the brains to know #how to accomplish it. terrifying combination!#like when people were in my tags going 'good for him!' about punching a fellow senator #like babes. he was not the good guy in that moment. what they were trying to pass was very much Not Good For The Republic #like he was absolutely eroding the fail safes on the roman republic political system On Purpose #ask tag #long post

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rachelsquill · 1 year

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I just got a sad c!wilbur thought.

You know how his limbo was a train station? what if some days the pain of being all alone in limbo caused him to just lay on the tracks hoping that a train would come by and hit him- just to see if that would end his conscious state for good.

#sorry listened to the things i deserve by ghost and started thinking sad things #suicide mention #rachel rambles #i just think of my miserable little guy and. :( he was not doing okay and 13 years stuck in limbo does not sounds good on the ole brain #not adding the actual tags bcuz i just dont want someone to accidentally see this and get sad

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krenia · 11 months

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And with that I've managed to draw (almost) all taggers from sludge life before the second game came out woo

Though I'm uncreative and have no vision for ghosts design so I stole @johndoe-r ver instead

#sludge life #sludge life ghost #and made him sticky because my brain said so #the moment i saw this design its been printed into my brain irreversably #nailed the funky little guy look #ive actually finished this a day or two ago but i got a mental block and couldnt bring myself to post lmao #brain is uncapable of more rants due to heat bweh back to sitting in front of a fan i go #my art

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jabberwockprince · 9 months

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Y'know what hello, how're you doin

This is a free ride to ramble about Any subject that's been plaguing you lately. Go off.

HIII NYM TY FOR THE ASK, IM DOING GOOD

just got back from a trip and I spent most of the time thinking about some obscure ass fandom I was in that just suddenly came back to my brain???????? this fucken movie out of all things came to HAUNT me

red shoes and the seven fucking dwarfs - that movie about body positivity and the pressure of being perceived as ugly in a society that values appearance over everything else and the double standards that come with that, whose marketing royally fucking sucked and made everyone think this movie hated fat ppl???? when the main character is this girl

and she loves herself and is confident and knows that people are most likely to help her when she puts on those red shoes that make her skinny. and the movie pokes fun at all those makeover / sexy protagonist moments in romcoms and shit with genuinely funny recurring gags. like its not a revolutionary movie, but its a pretty good movie with very nice rep and i just KNOW that if it came out during the time ppl were making edits of merida, jack frost, hiccup and rapunzel, they would've ADDED the twink ass love interest guy because LOOK AT HIM?

mf is so 2010's fandom bait its not even FUNNY

like i was obsessed with this movie back in 2019-2020 or so and then a few weeks ago my brain was like "didn't you have. an OC for this?" and i went to check my art folder AND YEAH. I DO HAVE AN OC FOR THIS. I DID MAKE AN OC BASED ON THE QUEEN OF HEARTS AND THE JABBERWOCK

WHY? because theres a character in the movie that is literally. Prince Average. thats his name. hes based on the hunter from snow white and hes the lamest funniest bitch in this movie. i have zero respect for this blond lanky ass twink. his VA made a GREAT job at voicing him and adlibbing his lines bc hes so very hateable in a way thats super fun. i grabbed him by the back of his stupid ass shirt and decided he was my favorite and that i was going to inflict him with infinite amounts of projection and development and depth based on two lines in the movie and a single scene in the credits sequence

and he fucking lives in THIS castle???? sir???????? SIR?????????

"how is this related in any way to your OC, Prince?"

ITS SO VERY IMPORTANT TO ME THAT EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS I LOVE DYSFUNCTIONAL HOMOSEXUALS WHO ARE AWFUL PATHOLOGICAL LIARS, IMMATURE AND SHITTY, AND FULL OF EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE THEY INSIST ON IGNORING TO THE POINT WHERE YOU CANT TRUST THEM WITH THE NARRATIVE BC THEYRE TWISTING EVERY LITTLE THING TO WHATEVER IS CONVENIENT TO THEM.

AND ??? I JUST HAVE. ALL THIS ART ABOUT THEM. AND THEN 5 DOCS DETAILING SO MUCH SHIT ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND HISTORY AND PARALLELS AND MOTIFS ???

and then i got possessed to rewrite an old ass fanfic about them and i dont even know how i got here i havent thought about this fucking movie in a year or so

long story short i love latching onto Some Fucking Guy that is Painfully My Type and making him into my own little OC. everyone consider watching the movie, it rlly is pretty funny lmfao

#im not even done talking about them i have thoughts and opinions and so much shit in my brain #do i think about the relationship of two guys who met each other at their most honest. and who drifted apart so violently #that the idea of reuniting is painful bc it means allowing the one person that had faith in them to see how they ended up #anyway. they were also meant to kill each other but we dont have to talk about that #fellas is it gay to befriend the person who was meant to kill you. become codependent of each other. ghost each other for 10 years #and then have the universe force you two back together to break a curse bc even though you guys no longer recognize each other #youre still the only people who actually KNOW the other. in the whole world. the ONE person who tolerates your ass #they cant stand each other. they can pretty much read each others minds. theyre divorced. theyre obsessed. they deserve each other

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monty-glasses-roxy · 4 months

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On another note since I can't find my Okami game and before my brain can keep blowing it out of proportion (who cares if the disk is gone is saves to the Wii console not the fucking disk calm your tits brain I can still be a Pomeranian for shits and giggles if I want fuck you) I've been thinking about the Staffbot situation again...

Fucking hell was the staff party actually to round them up and kill the human staff?? Why??? For what purpose??? Were the Staffbots essentially just overcomplicated remote control cars with no AI built in so they used these people as the AI??? Do they want revenge??? Freedom??? Death??? Will they ever get it??? Where did their bodies go??? How has no one noticed so many missing people??? How would you even free them??? Fire??? Some sort of master controller that's preventing their souls from moving on??? Can Roxy see them???

That whole situation is wild and it feels so over the top given everything else that's happening. Like, bro, do we really need more shit happening??? Come on...

#yes my brain has been cooking some spooky ghost shit where Roxy is fucking HAUNTED by these guys #why?? because she has special eyes. she can't actually see what's wrong but looking at them too long makes her whole head spin #but all they know is she can see SOMETHING please oh PLEASE remember them please set them free she's the only one that can see #and so her ass is HAUNTED and she's losing her god damn mind cause are you KIDDING???#as if she doesn't have ENOUGH to deal with????#first storyteller then glitchtrap now this?? ON TOP of mimic???? fucks sake she's NOT paid enough for this #it's WILD to me because like. it looks like I'm being all 'haha blorbo has to deal with EVERYTHING' but think about it #if anyone would know what's going on or that something's wrong or be able to see what Fazbear doesn't want them to...#it's gonna be Roxy.#canonically a part of the MXES security system. canonically can see through walls talks to herself and stares at people through them #has a 'fuck you I know what I'm doing' attitude too?? yeah she's burdened with knowledge. it makes sense!#AND there's Vanny I forgot about that I just sorta categorise her with Glitch but they're separate entities I keep forgetting #like come on no wonder she's obsessed with winning if she loses someone's probably gonna die #but the insane part is that not only did she not sign up for this #neither did fucking Fazbear who gave her this ability to see everything #they were like 'hurdurdurdur guard mimic wurrburdurrr'#and then gave her the ability to see all the other fucked up shit and they thought 'well that's not her job she won't care'#and then OBVIOUSLY she DOES care what the FUCK do you MEAN she WOULDN'T care about fucking DEAD BODIES #are you JOKING #ya know??? yeah #it's insane #ya girl is DROWNING

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mobbothetrue · 6 months

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What the hell, that’s actually a really funny line

#mobbtalks #I think the fact I’m working on the five dragons again has like. flushed my brain back to a lot of old unfinished projects #this is from a take on the adventure zone balance where Taako can see Lup’s ghost the whole time #but the have No Way to communicate so really it’s a lot of frustrated charades #I’m also being fucking. haunted. by Voltron. I am not doing it I am not writing it but there was an au idea I had years ago #that had decided to move back into my head WITHOUT permission #basically at the start of Voltron they show up on the castle or w/e and wake up allura and. other guy. right #well the idea I had was what if they don’t do that #it would have picked up multiple years later when Pidge(? I think) managed to reconnect some faulty relay and the pods come back online #I think they were like stasis/healing pods? rough getting around w/o those #and essentially it would be like. a real deep dive onto allura and other guy #if I remember right they essentially are the last survivors of their whole race. a desperate last hope #how would they feel waking up to find that a group of people have done it without them? people from a planet that doesn’t even know Voltron #it was gonna have a lot of focus on grief and the lions and change #and i refuse. not doing it. nuh uh can’t make me Get Out Of My Head #a real big focus on team as family which as far as I can recall the real Voltron never really did NOT DOING IT NO #anyway this taz fic has a lot of really good lines actually but this is my favourite

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kissmejusttokissme · 2 years

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hello it is late and I don’t have my laptop handy so here is the my notes app (read very much not edited) opening for a potential Steddie JATP au:

“Tell me again why we’re doing this,” Steve asks as Dustin puts yet another heavy cardboard box onto the pile that is quickly growing in his hands. It’s been a while since he’s been to the gym, what with life being a total fucking nightmare, and if Dustin doesn’t start being more reasonable in his expectations, then they’re going to have more to do than move a few boxes.

Dustin glares at Steve from over the top of another two boxes. “Mom said if we clear this place out, we can use for whatever we want. So, I’m going to turn it into the perfect D&D lair.” He points to a pile of boxes by the door. “Those boxes can go in the goodwill pile.”

Steve puts his pile of boxes down by the door, surveying every other box that he’s no doubt expected to load into his car and drive to goodwill at some point this afternoon, before turning back to Dustin. “OK, better question, why am I doing this.”

“Because you told my mom that you didn’t mind helping out around the house.” Dustin says, matter of fact. “And since I live in the house, helping me out is basically the same thing.”

“Right,” Steve puts his hands on his hips and hopes that he looks, at the very least, disappointed. “And your friends aren’t here helping because?”

Steve is sure that if Dustin’s friends were around, it would only make things worse. They might not have the perfect system going on, but they’re getting the work done. Adding the other kids into the mix is like asking for everyone to start goofing around. But Steve is nothing if he isn’t a stickler for a point. Plus, he needs a break before Dustin starts loading his arms with boxes again.

“Like I told you before,” Dustin huffs. “Mike and Will are at the movies and Lucas is at practice. They’re coming over later.” He opens another box and his face lights up. “Finally!” He says. “Something cool.”

A couple of summers ago, Ms Henderson had gone through a storage locker auction phase. She spent hours in the different storage places around Hawkins bidding on the stuff people had either forgotten about or actively wanted to get rid of. Nothing exciting ever came out of it, and at the end of the summer she just ended up loading all the boxes into their empty garage and left them. Dustin’s -and Steve’s, apparently- job is to sort through those boxes and decide what is worth keeping and what needs to be thrown out.

Steve hasn’t looked through any of the boxes, except for the few times Dustin has beckoned him over to explain why it’s a cool thing that they’ve found first edition D&D manuals or the true value of a video game from over a decade ago.

He reasons with himself that it’s not like he has anything better to do. Robin has the late shift and, as sad as it is to say, Dustin is his only other friend. Like it or not, moving dusty old boxes is his best option.

“Holy shit,” Dustin laughs. “This is like someone’s whole life.”

He pulls out some vinyls with names that Steve vaguely recognises, and a vest covered in pins and patches. There are notebooks too, cheap and battered, and across the room Steve can see chicken scrawl across the pages in every conceivable direction. A photo album full of Polaroids, an old metal lunch box, a black and white handkerchief. Dustin flips through the photo album, and It all feels a bit much for Steve. Surely someone wants all this stuff. Like, this isn’t Tupperware or ceramic ducks. This is a snapshot of someone’s life. It feels like it should be private’s like he’s snooping on someone just by seeing it all.

“Wait a minute,” Dustin jumps up, still holding the photo album as he runs past Steve through the door and towards the house. He shouts a quick explanation over his shoulder, but Steve doesn’t catch the bulk of it. Something about recognising something. But why he has to go to the house for it instead of just looking it up on his phone, Steve has no idea.

He pushes down the more prominent feeling of intrusion and makes his way over to the box. Dustin has left most of the stuff scattered and Steve just knows that it’s going to get wrecked if it’s left on the floor, so he starts packing it away. The vinyls first, nestled safely underneath the denim jacket, and then the notebooks that Steve doesn’t dare open. He’s never been a journal guy, but he knows that he’s said enough stupid shit that he wouldn’t want people to remember, and isn’t that the same thing? He finds a pin in the fabric of the bandana, homemade where the others have been official, and on it is the name corroded coffin. Another band that Steve hasn’t heard of.

The contents of the box safely packed away, Steve moves it aside to see what else there is. He catches the glimpse of a guitar case slotted between two tours of boxes and pulls it gently towards him.

Inside is a black and red electric guitar. The stickers along the case suggest that it belonged to the same person as everything else, but the guitar is untouched by time. It’s clean and perfect and Steve feels pressured to protect it as he lifts it out and holds it.

He knows guitar. Has known it since begging his dad to let him learn an instrument that wasn’t totally lame. (Yes, piano is totally lame in the eyes of a thirteen-year-old kid.) He’s alright at it, actually. Enough that no one has ever laughed at him while he’s played.

Steve sits there for a minute with the guitar in his hands and feels a shiver across the skin of his shoulder. Finally, a breeze in this damn summer heat. He takes a breath and strums. The sound is sweet and perfect and he’s pretty sure that’s not how this is supposed to work after years of sitting in storage.

The shiver moves down his right shoulder to his hand as he plucks at the strings and he’s surprised that the breeze is even getting around the boxes. The stuff he knows how to play is entirely stereotypical. Wonderwall, stuff from the charts, Seven Nation Army and every other song with a riff that sounds cool before you know how much work it actually takes.

What he’s playing now isn’t any of that stuff. His fingers move stiffly against the strings and it’s only when he starts really thinking about it does he realise that he’s never heard the song he’s playing before in his life. He strikes a note that breaks the tune and hears a quiet huff from behind him as his fingers move to correct it. No, that’s not right, a hand on top of his moves his fingers to correct it.

“There,” a voice says, and Steve is frozen in place as he follows the lines of the hand up past the black sleeved arm until he’s finally looking at a pale, tired face. Steve’s fingers have stopped moving and the hand on top of his has stopped too. Big brown eyes meet his own and the boy kneeling behind him jumps back. “What the fuck.”

What the fuck.

Steve scrambles up, still holding the guitar, and doesn’t stop moving till there’s at least a foot between the two of them. His brain is still catching up to the situation, and that’s the only reason he’s letting himself be as scared as he is. Because it hasn’t come up with another logical explanation other than the fact that this guy has appeared out of thin air. That he has been facing the only door the entire time.

The logical explanation is that this guy is a squatter. That he climbed out of one of the boxes and moved so silently that Steve didn’t hear him. That he’s a dream. Steve has hit his head or soaked up something from one of the boxes and is seeing things.

The boy blinks up at him through long eyelashes, still on the floor, and Steve wants to laugh. How is it that this stranger gets to look scared? He’s the one trespassing.

“What are you doing here?” Steve demands. “And who are you? And why-” he’s not sure where to start with that one, so, he just leaves it.

The boy is around Steve’s age with long brown hair that tangles around his shoulders, a strong nose, and dark circles under eyes that are a fraction too big for his face. He’s wearing a club shirt, something that Steve would see around school back before he graduated, but there’s something dark and red across the fabric. Steve’s eyes flash back at the boy's face, searching for signs of damage, and lands on the ring of deep purple around his neck. Half hidden by his hair but not enough to make it disappear.

“I fucking knew it,” Dustin is back with his laptop in hand. Underneath it is a thick black book that he throws at Steve, a bookmark sticking out of the middle. “I knew I’d seen that guy before.”

He doesn’t acknowledge the guy who has stood up now and has moved to edge away from the two of them.

“What are you talking about?” Steve doesn’t take his eyes off of the guy. Has Dustin been hiding someone in here? He wouldn’t put it past him. The kid once kept a coyote in his shed for a whole week. “Stop.” He says, point at the guy, and Dustin raises his eyebrows.

“Stop what?” He asks.

“Not you,” Steve starts, readying to lose his mind, when he sees the photo on Dustin’s laptop. There he is in black and white. The guy standing across the room. In the exact same T-shirt with a crooked grin on his face. The headline next to it reads: Teenage Satanist Found Dead In Ritual Gone Wrong.

The boy looks at Steve and what’s left of Steve’s sanity drops out from underneath him.

#Steddie #Steddie fic #Steddie au #actively glaring at tumblr mobile why does it look like that #this is eating away at my brain #also I have never touched a guitar in my life feel free to make fun of me if that bit doesn’t make any fucking sense #maybe romance is a ghost guy helping you play the guitar while you sweat in the heat #maybe romance is actually between a ghost and a babysitter #my fics

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carrieway · 8 months

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there r people who follow me or i am mutuals with who always like my personal posts/blabs every time . and i appreciate them greatly

#i feel like a ghost everyday n like no one can see me so you guys help me feel actually Real n like. grounded sometimes #n its nice #Not To Say You Have To Do That .#ill be fine n okay bc ethan talks to me during work breaks n when they're home n tommy n i conversate from time to time #its just an added bonus that makes my brain feel a little less dark ig .#sorry if this sounds like. guilt tripping or weird or makes you feel like you have to i dont mean that i just appreciate it #blabs

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cq-studios · 10 months

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All of your WIP titles are very interesting, haha, but if I can only pick a few, what are Ghosts of the Past AU and Brain's Dead Daughter monologue about?

(You can choose however many you’d like. I love to ramble about my things, and sharing stuff actually motivates me to work on them. So if there’s others you’re interested in shoot me another ask ^^)

(For This)

I’ll start with Brain’s Dead Daughter Monologue ‘cause I think it’ll be shorter to explain.

So this one is a part of Nameless AU, which is an AU where Eraqus’ parents die and Brain has to take care of him (which is most definitely an oversimplification of it but that’s the gist). This was originally a part of The End of Normal but I decided to make that all from Eraqus’ perspective instead of having it switch between the two of them. I think this might end up as an interlude chapter, but I’m not sure.

Here’s what I have so far. I want to add more but I might just leave it as is. Who knows?

How could he be grieving for someone he barely knew? He had sent her away. They’d rarely spoken. And yet Brain felt that familiar emptiness of loss anyways. Maybe what he was feeling was failure? A failure to do his job as a parent. A failure to form a bond with his child even after promising he’d try. What had he really lost from this, other than a relationship he never had? Maybe that’s what he was truly grieving. Not his daughter but what he hadn’t been able to do with her.

This was the feeling he was trying to avoid. That pain. He never wanted to feel it again and yet there it was inside him, ringing like a bell. Once again someone he should’ve been responsible for was gone. It was an almost unbearable sting that reminded him vaguely of how he felt when he first realized the Dandelions had been lost.

Annoyance rose up inside him. That thought bothered him most of all. This was a completely different situation and yet his mind still found a way to connect the hurt he felt to the Dandelions. It was so long ago he should be over it. But still that failure haunted him. And even now, when he should be grieving something completely different, he found himself stuck on them instead. Why couldn’t he move past it?

His daughter just died and here he was sitting in a room alone thinking about people he knew even less from hundreds of years ago. How pathetic was that?

As for the Ghost’s of the Past AU

This is still in the planning phase, so things here might get completely changed in future, but it’s currently two Subject X is Skuld themed fics (and a Sea Salt Trio + Isa one later on) where she starts seeing Ephemer’s ghost (but is it really him or her subconscious???). He can’t tell her any information she doesn’t already know but he can guide her towards the answers she’s looking for.

The first fic follows her just before and then after she escapes. She ends up in Zootopia and has to try and learn how to navigate that environment while still trying to find leads on her past (with the help of her ghost companion). Which is certainly helped by the fact that, as soon as she shows up, so do the heartless. She is blamed for them originally but then they find out she can defeat them (she uses magic, not her keyblade as she doesn’t remember she has it) and they make it her job to get rid of them. And the plot of Zootopia happens but with darkness instead of nighthowlers, you know KH Disney world stuff, and she finds some memories along the way.

The second one is from the Sea Salt Gang’s perspective (Skuld's too sometimes but not often), where they go through worlds looking for X and find her in Zootopia (since she’s literally the only human there she’s not hard to find). It would focus more so around Xion and Roxas forgiving Isa and Isa reconciling for his past actions and abuse towards them. And have a reunion at the end.

Like I said earlier I don’t have much solid writing for these fics yet but I did write this one small scene that takes place between X disappearing and Lea and Isa becoming nobodies. It is technically canon complaint but I wrote it for this AU so I’ll put it here.

“Hey!” Lea called. The boy, Ienzo, stopped and turned his head to face him almost robotically. Yeesh, what do they do to the kids here? No, not important, stay on task. Lea shook his head to clear it, “Do you know where the notes, or files, or whatever, on…” Oh, what was it they were using his friend to research again? Damn. He really should’ve planned this better. He could practically hear Isa making fun of him in his head. Lea, only a moron like you could forget something like that. It’s ironic really. Ironic? Right! “on memories. Do you know where I can find the papers about that?”

Ienzo blinked at him twice, otherwise unmoving. Lea did the opposite, definitely moving as he shifted uncomfortably. Seriously, what is up with this kid?

Without a word, the tiny scientist began walking away.

Should’ve known better than to ask the mute kid for directions. Lea realized, way too late.

“Is that a yes? ‘Cause even if it wasn’t I’m following you anyways”.

#Ghosts of the Past is actually super underdeveloped considering how old it is but I keep changing it around and putting other random ideas #*I have into it #oh and it takes place in the year between 3 and Re:mind #Brain’s Dead Daughter Monologue was a fun exercise to get into Namless AU Brain’s head #poor guy kinda messed up his life in that one lol #Namless AU #khux #sometimes i think about my khux fics

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