#don't say the watcher never blessed you

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xosage Had to sweet talk chef_aj into getting his model on with me, but you knew we were gonna show off the Tartosa fits! Everything can be found on my Trendi storefront. Also I dare you not to twerk to this mix of a BK deeeeep cut 🦋 #OOTD #TrendiPartner

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#once again the sims are asking #does the body-ody come with the fits?! #daaaaamn #ayden you cute too #but your girrrrrrlllll #don't say the watcher never blessed you #also please click the music link #if you need to get your daily twerk on #shout out to soulthesimmer for the exclusive ish 😅 #bklfriendsfam #ayden's day off #ayden jackson #sage mahoe

[allerask]

I think I've FINALLY got it.

I figured out a some-what definitive, sure-fire way to tell if someone is more of a Crowley, or more of an Aziraphale. Better than any B*zzf**d quiz could hope. (Especially for the girlies like me who are a heavily intertwined combo of both.)

So, after watching many reaction videos to the end of S2 E6 (don't judge me, we all cope in our own ways), I've determined that it all comes down one thing. That is, how you react to Crowley saying, "Right... And you told him just where he could stick it then?" etc. Basically, the initial moment of his rejection of Aziraphale.

Reactions I've seen to the scene had a fair number of confused faces at Crowley's response to Aziraphale's offer. Lots of furrowed brows and head tilts. If that was you, congrats! you're an Aziraphale!

"But wait!" you say. "I was just caught up in the moment. The possibility of it... For God's sake! The romance!!!" Umm.. yeah. Exactly.

Now if you, like me, reacted to Aziraphale's offer before Crowley even said anything. Well, I'm sure you already know where this is going. Said reactions include, but are not limited to, eye-rolling, face palming, repeatedly saying the word "no," and/ or yelling "Really?!" at your screen. If this was you... Congrats! You're a Crowley!

"That makes sense, though..." you say. "Why would anyone want to go back to somewhere with people that shunned them?" Too right you are!

Bonus points if you saw people being confused at how Crowley responded, and were then yourself, confused as to how they could be. That's what happened to me, and well, here we are!

If you're still not convinced - Crowley's and Aziraphale's - then think on this: How did you react to Crowley, yet again, pleading for Aziraphale to run away with him?

If you thought it was romantic and "Oh my god, why can't someone ask me that?!" You're Crowley baby!

If you thought it was insane and "Everything they love is here! They can't leave and give up on it!" You're Aziraphale my love.

The crux of the Ineffable Divorce - as said by many - is that these two don't know what the other truly wants. Almost more importantly, though, is that Aziraphale doesn't consider what Crowley would never want. Going back to heaven would be number one on that list. Under no circumstances would that be a thing Crowley would want. Even if it meant having a blessed existence with Aziraphale.

On the other hand, Crowley knowing that Aziraphale would never want to go to hell is supposed to be a give-in. Just as Crowley himself not wanting to go back is a give-in to Aziraphale ("Of course...you're the bad guys"). Crowley doesn't realize that maybe his go-to quick-fix of running away together, though romantic, doesn't actually fix anything for Aziraphale.

No matter what, these characters are (canonically) two halves of a whole. Even as their separate halves they are incredibly complex, and therefore, hard to emotionally pin down without contradiction. Beautifully, much like real people.

Last, but not least, if you don't feel represented in your reaction to Crowley's rejection, I hate to break it to you, but you're Muriel.

You're the passive watcher outside the window, collecting data like a nature documentarian/ officer constable concerned with matters of the heart. And we love you for it!

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #muriel #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #ineffible divorce #good omens meta #gomens #I over identify with Crowley and it makes sense #more where this came from #I would die for Muriel #Muriel and crowley besties in season 3

[gilbirda]

what are your thoughts on watcher’s new announcement?

So.

I've been watching the Boys since they started back in 2016 (i think around that era), and honestly I'm very conflicted about the decision. I've read so much stuff in favor and against the announcement and I don't know if my answer will satisfy you.

I have managed a community and I have the blessing and curse of being somewhat of a Name, experiencing the ordeal of being Known, and I can tell you that 1)you can never please everyone 2)people will always rush to crush you the second you do something they don't agree with 3)people will always twist everything you do with the worst faith in mind and 4)fandom forget very quickly that at the end of the day you are just human.

I think they made a calculated risk based on a purely economical viewpoint. I think they considered their loyal fanbase and how willing people have been so far with spending extra cash to support them — The live shows, the exclusive streams (like the Valentine's Too Many Spirits) and Patreon. How much of their fanbase was the "broke students" tumblr claim they are and how much was people with spending money willing to pay extra for them.

I also think that the decision seem stupid if you look at it from the perspective of "why the hell would I pay $6 to watch such little variety of content?" and that's a Correct Assumption, but Observe — they have been very slowly pulling everyone that made Buzzfeed famous and enrolling them in. Very recently they gathered the Worth It boys, the second show that kind of carried Buzzfeed back in the day (apart from the Try Guys). I think they can't talk about it right now, but the goal is to relaunch Buzzfeed but without ads and without making it the soulless content machine it became. I think their dream and goal has always been making what Buzzfeed could have been with better management, kind of like "If I was the Management in this company, things would have been better" dream fulfillment. That's why they made the direct jump to a streaming service instead of the logical steps of Patreon-exclusive content or even jumping to Nebula like other youtubers. It was never meant to stay one single channel, it was supposed to be bigger.

Is the projection of making a "better Buzzfeed" worth risking this step? Time will tell. I don't know. I personally never cared about anyone except Buzzfeed Unsolved. I still watch Unsolved on repeat. Is my comfort show. Maybe they are overestimating how much people care about other shows not hosted by them.

Although they did hint that "we want shows not hosted by us". This tells me that they are settling down, they want to ramp down a little bit, do the hook with Ghost Files aka Unsolved Supernatural Lite for the streaming service, and once people are hooked, launch more shows by the old-school Buzzfeed people. Won't be as big as a show hosted by Shane and Ryan, but it will still make people feel like they are getting their money's worth.

I would forgive all of this if only they didn't use the excuse of "if we want to do Netflix-level productions we need money". I'm sorry but that means nothing to me. We loved them when it was a powerpoint slide show with 2 idiots in a set. We didn't fall in love with the toys or the trips or the high tech. We didn't fall in love with the fancy animations at the beginning of Ghost Files episodes that they are so proud of. That was all their idea.

I've seen this trend of content creators ramping up their creations to an unsustainable point, completely crash and burn and then having to apologize about having to step back. Then making it the moral trap of an argument that they have been doing their best to bring quality content to their audience, and of course making it impossible to argue against. If you speak up and say "well we never asked you to break your back" then you are ungrateful audience. That's exactly what's going on in here with the Watcher announcement — "true fans" criticizing people who point out the fact that they created this money problem on their own. Is not the fanbase responsibility to cater to a company's bad money decisions. Is not our fault that they decide to scale up their operation to a point they "haven't been making a profit for 2 years". It's unfair that the fans are at each other's throats for daring stepping back and saying "I don't want to be part of this".

I don't think Watcher Entertainment is actively wanting to collapse their fandom like this. I don't think this was a calculated move. But I do think that they are a group of adults trying to make a career of something they enjoy doing. I think they made this move with the perspective that fandom is not end all and they can always rebuild it.

— And that they are planning on making a machine that can work without them, and that requires breaking something in the fans, it requires kicking themselves out of the pedestal fans have put them on. They know they won't be allowed to have a normal life until people stop looking at them waiting for them to say their phrase.

In conclusion I think they made a choice that made sense if they are planning on separating Watcher Entertainment from "The Ghoul Boys" fame, and it makes sense if they are aiming at something bigger than what they've been doing now. Money of course is the goal and the reason presented, but there's a lot that they are not saying and we will not know until it happens.

Until then, it does feel like they have just shot their careers in the foot.

Also I'm salty that I can't join the service because I'm outside the US.

#gil answers #miki-meh #watcher entertainment #watcher #you don't have to agree with me this is just my 2 cents #so far they've done everything right and this feels out of nowhere and very dumb #it makes me think there's A LOT they are not saying #they are planning on something bigger and riskier and they need to know how many of their fans would blindly follow #i also think they will step back from hosting in like 1-2 years or so #all the contemporary youtubers are stepping back right now #havent you guys noticed? #always the same 2 excuses #'the stress is taking a toll on my mental health' and 'ive been doing this for 10 years i want to move on' #i think they are preparing for making that step and dont want to say it

[isolarya]

The Watchers

I think it's high time we talked about the Watchers, don't you? They're the monsters with a thousand eyes all in purple, seeking to hurt, to destroy-

Except they're not. These are Watchers told through stories and tales, passed down and down again. These are the Watchers we know, but there are others.

So let's talk about them. Let's go back.

Who are the Watchers?

(note from iso: these are my own opinions and headcanons! in no way take them as rules or me saying any other interpretations are wrong. they are all perfectly valid! this is just me making a fun headcanon and story based off an interesting fact i learned! but with fancy talk! this is honestly me just rewriting a lot of watcher stuff for personal headcanons)

This is my history of the Watchers, one piece at a time...

The Beginnings - PRE-EVO

Before Third Life, before Hermitcraft, there is Evo. The Watchers don't come from Evo. They come from before it, taken along on Grian's wings. They watch him, revel in his joy and take amusement in his falls. For now, they care about Grian, just like us. For them, there isn't much else to care about. How they found Grian, we may never know. But they did, and that's what matters. For a while, it is just a pesky bird- although he isn't quite that yet- and his many-eyed "friends". And then Grian lands in Evo.

The First Cohort - EVO

Before we remember the Watchers are gods, we must remember they were players first. When they land on Evo, they are still attached to Grian. in a way, they are part of him. His powers as admin seeps into them, and theirs into him. They watch the players with great interest, at first. But eventually, they do get bored. And so, the first portal is created. It hops them just a bit forward in time, into a slightly different universe, and the Watchers watch enjoy the new show. Then it happens again. And again. And again. Grian is the favourite, they soon learn. Chaos incarnate. The Watchers need entertainment, just like us, and Grian provides all the fun they could ever hope for. They like him, just as they used to. They play with him, even if he doesn't like it. He needs them, right? And they need him. It's fair, until it isn't. Finally, the Watchers have enough of this too. After long last, the players make it into the End. We all know the story. They find themselves alone on the pale yellow island in the void, with the black dragon looming above them. But there's something interesting about the End.

The Void - THE END

See, the End is in a void. A deadly void, full of stars that swarm you and kill you the moment you sink too deep. In the end, there is a portal, starry and shining and born of death, as dark as the void itself. And you jump in. You wake up, fresh in your bed, your anchor, your spawn. Do you wonder why? You died. But you wake up, because the universe loves you, blesses you with the precious gift of respawn. And here is where things change. Grian jumps into the portal. He dies.

With the Eyes - WITH THE WATCHERS

For a while, Grian is theirs. They take him away from Evo, claim him, pretend that everything is alright. After all, how is Grian supposed to be fun if he's upset? For a while, Grian is with the Watchers. It's fine, at first. The day the Watchers show him Evo again is the day they make their mistake. The one that changes everything. Grian refuses to toy with his friends. And so, he runs.

The Listeners - AFTER GRIAN

In the gap that Grian left behind, something new creeps into Evo. They know what the Watchers did. They know what needs to be done. And now, they aren't the only ones.

A Refuge - HERMITCRAFT SEASON SIX

For Grian, everything changes here. For the first time, he's not the focus of the Watchers' eye. Sure, they still swarm him and watch him, but that is nothing compared to Evo. Now, he has Scar and Mumbo and all the hermits and everything is going to be alright. Grian is safe. Sure, the Watchers may call for him to wage a little prank war, but what's the harm in that? Certainly nothing compared to Evo, that's for sure. Grian is free. The bird spreads its wings, and at last, it takes flight. His heart sings and sings and sings and he doesn't think he's ever been so happy in his life.

Canary Call - END OF EVO

Back in Grian's old home, the last remnants of the First Cohort linger. They've been dispersed, destroyed by time. And with their end comes Evo's end as well. The First Cohort dies that fateful night, forgotten by the Watchers that had left them behind. The Listeners escape the ruins of Evo, and they take the players with them. But it wasn't just the First Cohort that was left in the ruins. A second, older Watcher emerges from the darkness, and they change everything. They're going to go home.

Red on the Horizon - HERMITCRAFT SEASON SEVEN

At first, everything seems normal. The season starts like any other. They welcome Etho and Beef back, they have a bit of a base swap, Grian breaks down at least once- not necessarily in that order. Near the end of the season, Grian comes up with an idea. It'll be glorious. A game with three lives to live. Maybe he doesn't realise that's exactly what the Watchers want. Entertainment. They're excited, buzzing in their little corners of the world and watching with bright eyes like ours. Either way, Third Life begins.

To the Death - THIRD LIFE

The thing is, we all know what happens with Third Life. Loyalties are sworn, alliances are made, death is in the air. Whether the Watchers have a hand in this entertainment, who knows? When Third Life ends, the Red Army has fallen. The desert is a wasteland. The flower valley is abandoned. Dogwarts is silent. And above it all, there stands Grian, over a dear friend- perhaps more- who lies dead in the sand. Grian overlooks it all, and it is him the ghosts watch, accompanied by a thousand eyes. But Grian’s end is not the important thing here. No, it only brought a beginning to a new era of watching. The Watchers had followed Grian to Evo. To Hermitcraft. They had clung onto those players, twisting their tales to be entertaining. Why shouldn’t that happen with Third Life? It does.

Skyfall - HERMITCRAFT SEASON EIGHT

The Watchers are powerful. Where the First Cohort was passive, the new generation of Watchers take pride in leaning down and writing the story themselves. The beginning, the middle, and the end. The players are their puppets now, actors in a play until the end of time. And still, the Watchers are kind. The players are happy. No one knows why the moon fell. They weren't told then. You didn't know then. I can’t blame you. But let me tell you now. It was always going to be a means to an end. A world event, to bring the players together and a chance to weave new stories from the ashes, to test their control. To let them write their own stories too. The death of Season Eight was entertaining, if nothing else. And isn't that the only thing that matters? Are you happy yet? Entertained? Do you know what you have done?

The Rapture - EMPIRES

For the Watchers, the point of Third Life was never the game. It was the possibilities, the new players pulled from every corner of the world. It had never just been the hermits. When the game ended, the players went home. The Watchers followed. Here we stand, in Empires, where a new land was created by these players. Here, there are gods and deities, emperors and empires. There are Watchers. I call them the higher beings of Empires. They are not like the Watchers of Hermitcraft, who only twisted the strings of fate, nor the First Cohort, which only sought to be entertained. No. These new Watchers will create the story with the players as their puppets, even if they have to end the world to do it. You guessed this would happen. Are you pleased you are right? They listened to you. It only took a stroke of bad luck for Empires to end. An explosion, an earthquake, fire and ice and blade and ash. It could have been a coin flip. Heads, they survive. Tails, the world burns. But as we know, the coin was always going to land tails anyway. If it didn’t, what would be the point? Empires burns. The Watchers have won.

Martyn - ALONE

Sometimes, the last blessed one of the Listeners calls out. Jimmy has forgotten, and Martyn isn’t brave enough to fight them. So he turns to you. Is this what you want? Look at the fires of Empires, at the ruins of Season Eight, at the friendships shattered by the promise of lives. Look at the hurt you’ve caused. Can you still believe you didn’t care? This isn’t a show. This is a story, with real souls and real lives and real people. Why would you want this? So you will be entertained? The players are not happy anymore. It is your fault. Stop watching. Write your own story instead. Their book is closed.

Never the End - YOU

It was a good game, they say- you say. A good story. One that needed to be told. The players have done their part, and you have repaid them in good times, fun times, moments of joy. The hurt had always been there. It was a price that had to be paid. Now, they are happy. You are happy. It was been a good show. But are you happy? The players are not. Are you? When you look back on this tragic tale, will you be happy? Will you want more? Will you write them a happy ending? There are no happy endings in this story, you say. Only bittersweet ones. And really, isn’t it Grian’s fault that he’s hurting? After all, he was only ever meant to watch.

#the watchers #watchers #watcher grian #grian #martyn inthelittlewood #my writing #she is speaking

[skiesofrosie]

New blogger & writer to the MOTA, BoB & The Pacific scene. ✈️ DeMarco & Brady fics are underway. 🫡

To say I feel like a nervous mess of a child is an understatement. I'm - well, my alias (that sounds dramatic) on Tumblr is - Sal. I don't quite know how to properly introduce myself, so I'll give you the basics: am 23, just about to wrap up college (god bless), an anime watcher, a k-pop listener, slightly messy with my room and in my head, 'cause I'm just constantly daydreaming and always writing. Just like many of you on here, I've been sucked into the whirlpool of Masters of the Air (just like I have, in the past, with Band of Brothers and The Pacific), and amidst a busy college-work-no life balance, it just breathes a lot of soul back into my film and TV loving heart.

I've been writing for as long as I can remember, but back then, when I first watched BoB and The Pacific as a teenager, the world of fiction on Tumblr, AO3 and Wattpad, miraculously never fell into my radar (I also didn't have a smartphone or computer 'til much later in my teens). So, as I've continued to write, tell stories, improve my skills through my work in my real life, I've decided to pluck up the courage to share some stuff I'm writing, passion projects really, that would otherwise collect dust in my Google Drive. Right now, my focus is on MOTA, but am looking to write for BoB, The Pacific, and for any of you anime lovers....maybe Haikyu? 👀

There are two fics in particular that I've hit the ground running with - a Benny DeMarco x OC story, and a John Brady x OC story. The Brady story is very much still in the plotting stages, but the DeMarco one (my love and true savior) is already being written. OC is a nurse, and I can't help but swoon at the way Benny sweeps her off her feet. ;) For now though, I'll be taking it easy, cruising through the fandom. I'd be happy to make new friends on here, just don't mind my awkward self! Keep a lookout - I'll be getting on those intros to the stories and the OCs I've created, soon, when I'm ready. 🧚🏻‍♀️

Thank you all. 😊

xx Sal

Disclaimer: photo does not belong to me! :)

#mota #masters of the air #benny demarco #john brady #band of brothers #the pacific #benny demarco x oc #john brady x oc

[pastel-peach-writes]

BAELOYYY YASSS!!! Would you be down to write some fluff👀 like aloy and fem!reader stumble upon a pretty lake or something and they're just messing around and maybe the reader get hit with a wave of mischief and pushes her in? Or!! Aloy teaches her how to override a little watcher to have a cute little buddy to keep them company and angjkwkw (can you tell that when i played the game i kept wishing that i could pet the watchers after i befriended them? lol) Thank youuu you're the best!! XD

Hiii! I'm so sorry I'm writing this late. I'm going to do both, but I'm really interested in a mischievous reader so i will do the first one. enjoy!

Cool Off | Aloy x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: It was supposed to be a relaxed day. After training for the Proving, you and Aloy decided it would be nice to have lunch by a secluded lake. Aloy isn't too fond of what follows.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: No Use Of Y/n, Pre-Game One Discovery, Cursing

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

The sun during high noon was nothing compared to the afternoon sun in the Sacred Lands. Though the sun wasn't exactly overhead, the closer it got to its sunset position, the brighter the sun shined. Its beams and rays on your skin made sweat beads appear on your forehead and roll down your face.

"Come on," Aloy's voice snapped you out of your misery. All you could hear was her items cling and clang against each other as you scaled a mountainside. The heavy swish of her leather and the smashing of the gravel underneath seemed familiar somehow. "It's not that far from here. You'll make it."

"Says you," you seethed. "Not all of us were blessed with an endurance only lions had. And not everyone has ridiculous leg muscles such as yours." You went on all fours to climb over a decent-sized rock, but its surface burned your skin. You winced and let go of the rock.

You lose your footing on the loose gravel and your heart sinks down to your stomach. You can't think of anything but your impending doom.

That is until there's a strong grip on your wrist.

Aloy pulled you up with a slight grunt. She shook her head with a teasing smile as she moved you beside her. "Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to talk shit while scaling a mountain?"

You narrowed your eyes. Of course, she would take this as a moment to mess with you. Despite the tensed jaw and urge to flick her ear, you're grateful for her fast reflexes.

Aloy was always the one to catch you before you fell or to get you out of trouble. You don't know how she does it.

It started when y'all were six.

She was training with Rost and you were with the grade-school kids. You wandered off, distracted by a butterfly and then the pretty flower it landed on. Engrossed in the beauty of nature, you didn't notice how far away you were from your group. Once you realized they were gone, it was too late.

Tears welled up in your eyes. The feeling of impending doom dawned upon you and you couldn't help but wail. You cried and cried as you sat flat on your tush.

Again, not aware of the things around you, you couldn't see that you were attracting the attention of a few watchers. How could you notice anyways? You were a kid who thought they lost their ticket home. You thought you were never going to see your family again.

Hell, you sure weren't as heavy footsteps of machinery quickly made their way toward you.

With tears clouding your eyesight, you turned around to see an alerted watcher running towards you. It was on a mission and you were its target.

You brought your arms up to block your face. Your heartbeat threatened to explode out of your chest and your tears were hysterical at this point.

You were never going to see your parents again. You were sure of it when the watcher came five feet within you.

But then all of a sudden, the watcher fell to its side. Almost as if it's been shot with something. You froze. This is what everyone saw before they died, right?

A small girl with red hair and a blue headpiece came running over to you.

At that moment, you couldn't decipher who she was or what she was saying. Everything was a blur and you felt as if you blacked out.

Eventually, an older man walked over and the three of you went to find your group. You were silent the whole time, but grateful. If it wasn't for that girl and her rocks, you would've been dead.

Since then, Aloy was always there to save you. You were sure it was exhausting for her. It was exhausting for you to get into trouble all the time. Eventually, you stopped getting yourself into danger less and less, but you never stopped seeing her. Even though she was shunned, you didn't care.

You two were attached by the hip.

Because Aloy was in tune with the constant danger that roamed the planet, you've always wanted to catch her off guard. Maybe you could do that now while the two of you are supposed to be "relaxing".

"Shut up, Aloy. Thank you for saving me." You let a smile show on your lips as you walked past her. At the top of wherever the hell Aloy wanted to take you was flat. There were bushes, rarely any trees, thin bushes, and a lake near the cliff edge.

The mountaintop wasn't a place for hiding, so there weren't any evil-ass robots trying to murder you either.

You sat at the edge of the lake. It was a beautiful deep blue and was surrounded by green florals. On occasion, there were some colorful flowers that peaked through the taller portions of the grass.

Aloy sat beside you, groaning like an old man as she did so. "Yeah, of course, but, you don't have to thank me. I appreciate it, but my saving you from the stupid danger you get yourself in is just something that comes with our friendship." With a small grin, she handed you a leather pouch full of food.

In a brief moment, your fingers grazed each other. Neither you nor Aloy flinched or shuddered from it. Finger grazing and long eye contact have been occurring a lot as of late. You didn't question it. You liked the butterflies the actions gave you or how your body felt warm all of sudden.

"Yeah, I know." You took a piece of bread out of the pouch and ripped off a bite.

You and Aloy sat at the lake eating for a while. There were moments of silence, moments of chewing, and moments of conversation. You two were happily laughing away with full bellies by the time you finished lunch.

Aloy sat crosslegged and rested back on her palms. You had your legs stretched out in front of you, crossed at the ankle. Mimicking her stance, you rested back on your palms.

"Ugh, it's so hot!" Aloy groaned. In her dramatics, she threw her head back. She closed her eyes shut as the sun beamed on her.

From the side, you could see she was sweating all the way from her hairline to the back of her neck. You couldn't blame her though. All the gear you had to wear got hot on the worst days and it's not like all the hair she had was keeping her cool either.

"You should cool down, Alo," you hummed. Your gaze remained on her as she shook her head like a toddler.

"I can't! It's too hot!" She fell onto her back. Exasperated, she wiggled her limbs around. "This grass is too itchy and my water isn't cold anymore!"

Laughter erupted from your stomach. You quickly cleaned up the remainder of your lunch. "You're so dramatic, Aloy. There are many ways you could cool down."

Aloy cricked her neck over to you with a pout on her lips. "How?"

"Well, as you mentioned, water." You shoved your trash into your pouch.

Aloy groaned. "You don't listen to me. I said my water isn't cold." Aloy stood from her place on the ground. She figured she should help you clean up instead of whining and rolling on the floor like a toddler.

The water in her flask wasn't the water you were talking about. For Gaia's sake, there's a whole ass lake in front of you two. A little dip in it won't hurt.

It took five minutes to clean up the trash and you would've been done quicker, but you kept messing with Aloy by throwing grass scraps at her or refusing to give her the pouch full of trash.

It was 5 pm now and the sun would be setting soon. Despite the cooler air that usually came around this time, Aloy was still hot. Her skin was sticky and dry, her face scratchy, and the clothes on her were giving her sensory nightmares.

She stood by the lake edge with her eyes closed. She tried to let the freshwater smell take her whole and calm her down, but just like her hair, her anger was firey.

You've been watching Aloy take deep breaths and trying everything she could to calm herself down.

For some reason, neither of you suggested going home.

You both liked the silence the mountaintop provided and the comfortability you two had away from other Noras. She could laugh and joke with you and you could be carefree and mindless with her. You both could be your authentic selves.

Aloy scowled, clenching her fists. You didn't have to see her know her nose was scrunched and her eyebrows furrowed together. You could also bet her lips tensed into a thin line. "Ugh, this sucks!"

"Relax, Aloy."

"I'm trying!" She whipped around to face you. "Can't you see that? This heat is unbearable. I physically can't calm or cool down."

Besides cutting off the oxygen, what was one way you could take out a fire?

Water.

As Aloy continued to ramble and yell about how she couldn't cool off and how unfair it is that she has a full stomach yet couldn't enjoy the feeling of being full, you charged forward.

She was too clouded by her fiery rage to notice.

In the middle of her rant, you pushed your firm hands on Aloy's abdomen. She screamed out your name, but it was drowned out by the enormous splash of the lake.

You hunched over, laughing and holding onto your stomach.

Aloy swam to the surface, her cheeks puffed up. Her freckled cheeks were red, but you couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. "What the fuck was that!"

Through your laughter, you reply, "You need some way to cool down, right? Why not go for a swim?"

Aloy smacked the water's surface. "This isn't funny! Stop laughing!"

Her water smack splashed some water your way, but you didn't mind. You weren't a typical fairytale witch. A bit of water won't kill you. "Oh, come on! You wanna laugh too," you leaned down with your hands on your thighs. "I can see it on your face."

No, what you saw on her face was the spark of a devious plan. Aloy reached out of the water and pulled you in. With another splash, Aloy erupted into laughter.

From beneath the water, you could hear her muffled laughter. Her laughter brought a natural smile to your face, but you had to pretend you were mad at her.

So, when you swam up to the surface, you feigned scowl. Aloy only laughed harder.

"Okay, I get it now!" the freckled girl said. "This is funny. Are you enjoying your swim?" Aloy taunted by sticking out her tongue. She had her arms crossed over her chest and a smile permanently plastered on her face.

If her pulling you into the lake is what it takes to get her to smile, so be it.

You responded with a shrug. A smile threatened its way through. "It could be better."

The golden light from the sun shined onto the water making it clear and crystal. Not to mention how the golden rays brightened up Aloy's hair and face. You never noticed how much darker her hair was when it was wet.

Because of the ethereal sight of Aloy, you couldn't help but admire her. Her green eyes stared back into yours with the same admiring glint.

She was having the same thoughts you were having about her skin, hair, and eyes. Staring into your eyes made time stop. She wouldn't dare to pass up the opportunity of being in forever with you. "You look really pretty," Aloy whispered.

You snickered. "Pretty? That's all you got?" You swam closer to her.

Aloy shrugged, a shy but amused smile on her face. "What am I supposed to call you? Beautiful? Handsome? Charming?" She swam closer to you.

A simple pen could be used to measure the distance between you two.

She snaked her arms around your waist and you put your own around her neck. "Those would suffice." Your voice was softer than before. You made a note to speak slower for clarity, emphasis, and mood.

Similar to her smile, Aloy grinned. She leaned in and you could feel her breath on your skin.

You weren't sure if you were dreaming or hallucinating. Maybe you hit your head as you were pulled into the lake. You closed your eyes to scan your body for any signs of pain, but there weren't any. When you opened your eyes again, you could see Aloy's gaze never left yours.

Your breath hitched. Finally, you leaned in too, threatening to close the gap between you two.

You closed your eyes again, but this time to prepare yourself for the spectacular kiss that was to be blessed upon your lips.

Aloy's lips barely ghosted yours when she stopped. You opened your eyes to find her smirking at you. She pulled away, giving your sides a teasing squeeze.

Now it was your turn to feel fire all over your face and body. Suddenly, the lake's water wasn't doing any justice. "Aloy, you tease!" You huffed as you shoved her shoulders.

Aloy laughed. She stumbled back from your shove. "Oh, what? Did I do something? Was there something you want from me?"

You didn't dare to reply. Instead, you huffed and swam out of the lake. It was all in good fun, you knew that. But damn, it was embarrassing to have your crush know you want to kiss them.

Aloy followed after you, giggles and laughs escaping past her lips. "Hey, hey," she grabbed your wrist. She pulled you to her body and yet again, her eyes didn't dare to leave yours. "Don't be embarrassed, okay? I like you too."

"Who said I like you?" you scoffed.

Aloy looked you up and down. Her smirk made an appearance. "Your body language when we were in the lake. No one leans in, closes their eyes, and holds on tight to someone they don't like."

All you could do was pull away with a slight smile. "You're an asshole."

"Meh, but you like me and I like you too." Aloy wiped some of the water off your face. "Don't worry, Splash, you'll get your kiss soon."

WC: 2,436

#pastel-peach-writes #gender-neutral terms #pastel peach writes #gender neutral terms #aloy x reader #aloy horizon #aloy #aloy fanfic #horizon zero dawn fanfic #horizon zero dawn

[aislingsurrow]

Aleport’s chapel to the Twelve was nothing to write home about. Broad flagstone floors were laid unevenly, causing an unwary step to stumble. Pews made of stubborn, old wood stood in straight lines before the altar. Today it was dressed for Llymlaen- a fine glass bowl of seawater sat in the middle, circled by bright white sand and colorful shells.

Behind the altar, the chapel’s greatest expense- a grand, stained glass window. It was beautiful and clear and cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the chapel floor when the sun was right in the sky. That was when the ceremony would take place, in that golden hour.

For now, the light was slanted against the wall. Much too early. Aisling appreciated that; grand, public prayer was important but she needed a moment to herself.

She anointed herself from the bowel of sea water- a splash in her palm over her forehead. Her bangs stuck to her skin, a reminder of the salt of the sea, the sweat of sun and surf.

"Llymlaen- is it you?" Aisling whispered. Soft fingers traced the soldered metal that held the carefully cut glass in place. "Althyk never said anything back when I asked him. And Thaliak has been no help either."

The gods were tricksters- of that Aisling was sure. What other beings would send strange dreams to a girl and not tell her what they were for? How worse it had been of late, too. Scenes of destruction- fresh-cut and lacquered wood wrecked on the sand. Pure white sails tangled in line and stone. She'd seen these things before- how many shipwrecks littered the land around her home after all?- but all the same, fresh dread bubbled in her stomach.

"Are the winds changing, o great watcher of the seas?"

But like her other pleas, she heard and felt no answer. When she was younger, it felt as if there always was an answer- the reach of prayer readily answered with assurance, a feeling, but now-

Now all she could feel was a sinking, quiet certainty. She could only see tattered sails.

The ceremony later that day was to commemorate the first voyage of a new cutter that was made by to ferry goods all around Eorzea- from the Indigo Deep to the Rhotano Sea. The skies were clear- everyone was in good cheer- so why-

"Aisling?"

She hadn't heard the door, nor her father's heavy footsteps. It was his low voice, rumbling like far-away thunder, that made her snap from her thoughts. To look up at him, Aisling had to crane her neck, and her eyes widened with guilt. The building was supposed to be closed and locked, after all.

"How did I know?" he said as he bent down to her, taking a knee to meet his daughter's gaze. She had his sandy hair- and he ruffled it playfully, messing the bells in her ribbons. "Come on, she won't say much. Tell me what's wrong, instead."

Aisling's lips trembled. "... A feeling," she said simply.

"Ah." The hand atop her head slid to cup her cheek and lift her chin. "That somethin' bad'll happen."

"I feel like- it must happen." The dreams were like memories- sand felt beneath her feet. "It's already happened, and it's just happening again."

"Bad things feel that way, don't they?"

Indignation clenched her fists at her sides. “I’ll tell captain- they’ll delay the maiden voyage- if I warn them, then maybe-“

She was interrupted by his hand atop her head, and her father’s voice edged into the firm. “The captain has contracts and schedules. The skies are clear- they know the risks. We all do, as seamen.”

But that offered no assurance- and when Aisling retreated back into herself he knew he had to try a different tack.

"They're folk of salt and sea. This ain't their first voyage- so if somethin' does happen, they're ready for it. Ready for anythin'. It's all we can be." He pet her hair back- and the gentle thunder of his voice parted the clouds in Aisling's eyes. "If y'want t'do more, ask the gods for help, or give some yourself."

"... We'll ask for extra blessings today," she said firmly. "And give them a second crate of the Portsmont. For luck."

He winced- the Portsmont was expensive, and like her mother, Aisling was too generous by nature. It irked his pirate's sensibilities, but-

But she was smiling, and she slipped her hand around his. "Come on Papa, hurry up," Aisling said as she tugged him out. "Do you want cleric Ahldbhar to catch us?"

He laughed and let his small daughter yank him out of the chapel, and into the sun.

#aisling surrow #ffxiv oc #lalafell #writing #ffxiv gposers #gposers #ffxiv fic #ffxiv writing

[collidescopeeyes]

Time is a Roulette Wheel

Prologue: All Roads Lead Home

League of Legends | F!Reader x Various

Crossposted on AO3 here

Chapters: Prologue | Viego: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

SFW

I'm trying to get into the habit of making regular updates, so I'm starting with crossposting my new League of Legends x Reader fic.

Summary: Turns out that Runeterra isn't the only place that has a Void. Plucked from your world into one of a video game with nothing but stolen time powers, an inability to die and a middling recollection of lore, you're prepared to do just about anything to get back home again. You just have to find the right Champion to help.

Prologue: All Roads Lead Home

Turns out, it's not just Runeterra that has a Void, that has Watchers. The Void is a space beyond existence, between worlds, a nothingness impossibly given shape by reality, warped into being by something completely antithetical to itself. The difference is, the things in the Void in Runeterra reacted to reality as one does to a particularly itchy bug-bite. The things in yours reacted more like a kid who put that bug in a jar, and then shook it around to see what it'd do.

You're visiting family when a hole rips open in the ceiling of your bedroom. Out reaches a hand, except it's not really a hand, because it has teeth for nails and mouths for fingers and a bulging stomach for a palm. You sit, rigid with fear, as it creeps down. Something like a tongue lolls down from its mouth, layered with so many eyes it hardly has skin, and it skates right over you to your sister, asleep in her bed across the room from you. It picks her up delicately, almost dainty in its movements, and a different kind of fear bolts through you. You're up so fast you almost trip, heart thudding in your throat, and throw your lamp at it. Except it's still plugged in, so it just makes an ungodly clattering noise. It lashes out with its tongue at the noise, and you go flying across the room, crashing into the mirror built into your wardrobe door. It hurts, of course it hurts, but adrenaline is a hell of a drug. You get up, a mirror shard gripped in your hand so hard it cuts, and you swing at the thing wildly. You manage to lodge the shard in its eye, and it drops your sister with a shriek that makes your ears hurt.

Then, the thing makes a strange noise, and you realize it's laughing. In a voice that is barely a voice it says, “Ahhh, this one has more fight. You'll do, little thing.”

And then you're asleep. When you wake up, you're in the Void.

—

The thing keeps an eye on you, literally. It's set into your palm like a tick. It watches your every move, and it's never so interested as when you're fighting for your life.

It takes you a while to realize it's why you can't die. Or, well, you can, but you come back. Every time you come back, the eye is closed, and it's the only blessed moment of privacy you get in this monstrous shithole. It also takes you some time to realize it's not just bringing you back, it's bringing you back in time, to before you were hurt. Your clothes reknit and undirty, your still-healing scratches vanish. You learn to use its powers for yourself–to freeze the thing that's lunging for your face, to accelerate a thrown bone spear until it instantly appears in its target, to dodge by suddenly being where you were thirty seconds ago instead.

You don't know how long you're in there. You don't know how long it takes you to track down the thing that took you, and kill it. You don't know why it laughs when you rip its guts out, why it slurs out congratulations until it can't speak anymore. You do know that you take its power, all that energy with nowhere to go but into its last living vestige in you. You also know that having the ability to manipulate time doesn't mean manipulating space, and trying to rip yourself back in time to before you were taken kind of just rips a hole in everything. Except where you are is barely anywhere, and so you fall into the parts of the Void that are so deep they aren't anything, and you aren't anything either.

And then you wake up in fucking Runeterra.

—

You learn about the rules pretty quickly. You crash land in a crater, and a nearby village is lucky enough to find you and kind enough to watch over you for the week you sleep. When you wake up, they ask you your name, and when you try to answer you cough up a single jagged shard of mirror glass. The shard. The eye might be gone, but even dead, that thing still finds a way to fuck you over.

You can't tell anyone anything about your time in the Void. Your name is confiscated, as is the fact that this whole universe was some shitty game. The edges of what you're allowed to say are difficult to map, considering you'd really rather avoid coughing up glass. On the bright side, you still can't die, and time is still yours to control.

You repay the village by healing some sicknesses, rewinding the ill to their hale and healthy times. Luckily you're not in Demacia, and your apparent magic doesn't garner many questions. Then, you gather the supplies you need for a long trip, and set out.

Someone in this fucking world has to know how you can get back home, and you've got a shortlist of everybody whose somebody in this place. You're immortal, and you have all the time in the world. You just have to find the right Champion.

#x reader #League of Legends x reader #league x reader #ao3 crosspost #reader fic #league of legends #reader #my fics: TiaRW

[liloinkoink]

hi, loved the ficlet! if you don't mind elaborating a little, what's going on with this fantasy au, where's the story start?

(@galaxyofender also sent me an ask abt the beginning after this sent so i’m @‘ing them as well)

yeah sure! the au is basically just… three scenes i have pretty clear visuals for, that short piece being one of them. j made the entire thing up yesterday so it’s not Extremely fleshed out beyond ren and martyn. au takes inspiration from three main sources: 1) third life renchanting dynamic. 2) martyn’s watcher lore. 3) ren’s affinity for fire in last life

i’ll. read more this cuz it’s gonna be a bit long

so. martyn starts with the watchers. they’re, y’know, standard dnd spooky eldritch cult fare for the most part. i don’t rlly know what they want with him, but i know that he's stuck with them and has been stuck for a while. he’s trying to leave but they've got the whole town/area locked down, and so it’s just not feasible to do on his own

the watchers have settled in a city that was abandoned some time ago when it came under siege. they’ve done what they could to stamp out any trace of the city’s original occupants so they could insert themselves and their own patron, but martyn’s not got anywhere else to go, so while he’s looking for something to help him escape he stumbles upon stories of the original city’s patron god

bc of an active attempt to destroy what remained, there’s a lot of holes in what martyn finds. martyn can’t figure out the god’s name, for example, or where he came from or what happened to the city. but martyn finds that he was powerful. he could walk the world like a mortal, and was known to enhance and bless tools or armor, supporting the city’s occupants with gear that never broke and axes that never dulled. he was there when the city fell, too—he defeated their enemies by freezing them, but in the process turned himself to stone. martyn can’t find what happened to the god after that, but the story sticks in his mind

at some point, martyn finds a locked door deep below the city. when he opens it he finds a mostly empty room, minus a fire and… something, just out of the reach of the firelight. it’s weird enough there’s a fire there—who is even tending to it, all the way down here? but weirder still is the fact he can’t see anything else. he grabs a stick and dips it in the fire, and when he holds it up he sees a statue.

he doesn’t know what the god looks like, but he doesn’t need to know to realize just what exactly he’s found

so he looks up into stone eyes and he says listen, we're in a pretty similar spot here, you know. if you can help me get out of here, ill start following you. I'm not really a paladin, but i'll see what i can do. neither of us have better options.

and for a second… absolutely nothing happens. martyn stands in the dark and feels a bit like an idiot. before he can make some self-deprecating comment about talking to ghosts, the fire in the basin goes out entirely. the only glow left is his torch, and then it isn’t. the remaining fire in the basin goes out. the torch in his hand glows brighter, and then one by one, martyn's tools start to glow. his armor, his axe, his sword, each a shimmering purple, alight with the blessing of a god

that boost is enough to help martyn escape the city, flame in hand, though i’m… not totally sure when martyn makes the connection between the torch in his hand and the god he prayed to. i think it’s more likely some watcher says it instead—someone sees him running around with a torch that doesn’t dim and a glowing axe and goes oh shit, he’s freed the red king! and martyn is like i’ve huh. that, and/or ren, attempting to help martyn escape with his life, sets someone spontaneously on fire. maybe a mix of both

once they’ve escaped this becomes martyn and ren traveling montage playing far too much 20 questions which ren is comedically bad at and martyn getting odd looks every time he casually enters a building with a fuck-off huge lantern. after that it becomes a quest to get ren a body of his own!

#anonymous #oink asks #lamplight au

[mochiwrites]

Omg I loved the new chapter!

Really starting to feel like no amount of weapons or preparation will keep grian safe or out of trouble, man really isn't getting a break (although with the one planning your doom right beside you I'm not really surprised)

And the coincidences, are you kidding me? Right after talking about the watchers doc appears with a purple velvet bag? Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but it's really sus. Also sus it's the fact that they talk about the watchers but like... not really describe them? And the reaction they have makes me think there's a story there that we are not getting yet :/ but that we'll hopefully get (crossing fingers)

Im praying with all my might that the watch scar just gifted mumbo isn't like a tracking device, and if it is, I hope he only uses it to protect mumbo, cus if he uses it so mumbo can't get to save grian from harm, I'm genuinely going to cry, like ugly cry, you're warned(/j)

There's a lot to talk about and theorize of the chapter, but I don't want this getting too long. Thanks for the amazing story you blessed us with, and I hope the process of accommodating into the new house is going great ❤️

-🕛

:D !!!!

I'd absolutely love to hear your theories about this chapter, don't even worry about it getting long!! :D 👀👀 you're more than welcome to <3

but sb!grian? getting a break? never :3 he's far too... human for that :> though I will say, the bag from doc being purple genuinely wasn't planned to have any connection to the watchers WHEEZE I legit didn't even think about that when I wrote that JKFGKFHFJGHF

but as mumbo said, the watchers are.... very difficult to describe :3 and there will be a story told eventually hehe

and not to worry! we'll see the use of the watch very soon :)

but ueueueue thank you!! I was super excited to post this one and share some more of the world building (also that entire conversation about monsters "not having souls" ueueueue) new house is going well too!! :D

#mochi speaks #songbird asks #🕛 anon

[zan-the-second]

FH AU Dump

Have an FH AU Dump because I have so many fucking brainworns and I might combust if I don't let this out and I can't write it because I already have acoh AND sn&gl

Scott goes apeshit AU(Not exactly FH but damn I want to see this so bad)

-aka Aeor gets called out AU -Set in E!Scott's perfect afterlife -Aeor shows up(publicly may I add, like in front of the entire Rivendell Council) and declares Scott as his Champion and Scott is like “Oh hellll, no” -Aeor does not take the rejection lightly and pulls the Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss maneuver -THEN SCOTT STANDS UP FOR HIMSELF -"How dare you speak to your god like that! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be here! You are nothing without the powers I blessed you with! I gave you everything, and you threw it away!"

""Gave you everything"?! Bitch, please! You gave me NOTHING! You weren't the one who helped me when I was at my lowest! I clawed my way to where I am now. I trained, I practiced, I poured everything I had. And you weren't there! The reason I got to where I am today is because of ME, and never you." -Meanwhile, Jimmy, Xornoth, and Scott's parents are very much concerned and horrified -BONUS: Ice magic fight because Scott deserves to kick Aeor's ass

A God's Lover AU

-Jimmy is Aeor, Grian is Exor(Listener and Watcher duo let's goooo) -Scott reincarnates and Jimmy tries to meet him in every world because the mf is in love with a mortal. -Grian is hunting Scott down after what happened in LL because the Watchers are pissed. Jimmy is trying to protect Scott. -The prophecy isn't true, it's just Jimmy trying to warn Scott. It doesn't end well as we see in canon -Scott is very much flattered with the fact that he managed to catch a God as a boyfriend -FINAL BATTLE SCENARIO WHERE GRIAN HAD ENOUGH AND APPEARS TO FINISH THE JOB, BUT JIMMY INTERVENES. -“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” Exor grins, fangs glinting in the light, “Hello, Timmy”

Jimmy scoffs. “Don't call me that.”

“Oh?” Exor tilts his head, an amused expression on his face. “Would you prefer ‘Aeor’?”

“Well now you made it worse,” Jimmy says with a roll of his eyes, gripping his sword tighter.

Dépaysement AU

-3L!Jimmy and E!Jimmy switching places around the time before the Kidnapping Rescue(Empires) and after the Burning of the Banner(3rd Life) -ngl I want this solely for the hilarious possibility of a sweet 3L!FH reunion meanwhile E!FH are being awkward AF -IMAGINE Grian somehow manages to open a portal to the Empires Dimension just in time for the final battle with Xornoth, 3L!gang(Grian, Scar, Joel, Scott) +E!Jimmy helping to defeat the demon and no one notices/cares that some random people are helping them. Then after all the chaos, as the smoke on the battlefield clears, 3L!Scott practically leaping into 3L!Jimmy's arms, both of them sobbing and whispering sweet nothings to each other. Scar is basically ugly crying about how cute they are, Grian and 3L!Joel as the "I am too single for this" gang, E!Jimmy going "This is so cursed but also so adorable, E!Scott being "What am I seeing and why do I kind of like it", and the entire Empires crew just being very fucking confused

Rogue AU

-Scott is a prince that got kidnapped but he somehow escaped and was found by Jimmy, who is a bandit/rogue -Jimmy helps Scott to get home and trying to convince himself he's doing it for the reward and not because he's very much in love with Scott -Idk man, just a fun episodic-ish type of fic where they go from town to town til they reach the capital -Healthy dose of yearning and falling into domesticity

And that's it! These two have been occupying my brain for far too long XD Please PLEASE if you want to send asks about any of these aus feel free to do so!! Give me someone to ramble about them lol

#flower husbands #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #it's home? home #zan screams #zan writes #au dump #fic idea #empires smp #3rd life smp #dépaysement au #a god's lover au #rogue au #please send me asks #my brain is gonna explode if i don't release this

[tenebriism]

"Subject 0321-- you have a visitor. Remember to behave."

It was the passing remark Link heard one of the doctors say as the others guided him towards the meeting room, one that was heavily padded and secure for originals to meet with their clones. The blond frowned deeply, recognizing the subject to be that of his own-- of 'Dark's.

That didn't sound too KINDLY... slightly did his grip tighten on the package he brought with him, only to loosen considerably so as to not ruin the gift.

When they finally managed to bring Dark in, Link had already been seated at the desk, fingers tapping rhythmically on the box. Nervous, he wondered if he should rise to his feet and greet the other properly, but settled for remaining seated instead.

Don't overthink it, he reminded himself. Just give him the box.

"This... Th-this is for you...!" He stated, powering through the anxiousness he felt all the while. "... I told them it was an apple. I-I mean... it is just... well..." A slice of Apple pie wasn't exactly an apple, but it had apples in it, right? "... I-it's for you." Link settled for lamely, bowing his head with embarrassment.

He knew it wasn't enough of a form of APOLOGY for the hell the other had to go through for his sake, but it was the grandest of gesture he could make when the doctors and scientists kept clones locked down like the grand treasury.

Even now he risked reprimand for 'ruining' the other's precious diet, but Link felt it was an innocent enough treat.

"I... I hope you like it..."

//Surprise Lifelines AU thing for you, it's dangerous to go alone, tAKE THIS--

' A visitor. '

The anonymity of the whole thing was more than enough to irritate him, even beyond the INTERRUPTION of his mundane reading. They think him so STUPID that he wouldn't know WHO, exactly, this ' visitor ' is ? Nobody knows he EXISTS in the outside world except the very person he was created to benefit. They're not wheeling him out on a gurney this time, so perhaps he should count his BLESSINGS that the idiot hadn't gone and INJURED himself again.

Only a matter of time until his ' original ' punctured a lung, or required SOMETHING that would mark 0321's LAST night in this prison. He's starting to believe the sweet release of FREEDOM may be worth it, but he knows once he's dragged into that OPERATING ROOM again, all courage will flee, leaving him silently begging, pleading, for mercy.

W h a t e v e r.

The door shuts behind him after he's lead inside, though he knows his watchers stand just on the other side of it. There's never any privacy here, any ability to be independent. They don't even ATTEMPT to craft the illusion that the clones they monitor are more than just walking inventory of limbs and organs, even though THEY get to go home, taste the fresh air and feel the night's breeze after a shift of doing jack shit, whilst he's left to wait in a room the length of his legs, wondering what asshat will clock in next. Understandably, then, he's none too pleased to see his ' visitor. ' They share so much in appearances, yet he can't help wondering how his counterpart manages to look so DOPEY.

That's pissing him off, too.

" . . . the hell is this ? " He mutters, staring down at the parcel that smelled sickeningly sweet. What manner of culinary, sugary firepower did this man bring in here--- no, more importantly, WHY was he bringing his clone gifts at ALL ? It's simply unheard of, it makes no SENSE . . . but, it would be witless to say no, and though BITTER, unfathomably so, Dark is no fool. He takes the offered gift, opening it slowly as if he expects it to EXPLODE, and when it doesn't, he simply stares at the mass of strangely arranged ingredients, wondering what to do with it. " . . . this isn't an apple. Apples are round, red. This is brown and sticky and flaky. Are you fucking with me ? "

The smell is so sweet, so overpowering, it's making him feel somewhat nauseous, and very nearly, he chucks it back towards his original. Alas, he's supposed to ' BEHAVE, ' and aggression coupled with lack of GRATITUDE for a gesture most KIND does not make for a good little, OBEDIENT clone. Seconds longer of staring at it with his nose as crinkled as humanly possible, and finally, FINALLY, he shoves it into his mouth. Very nearly throws it back up, his senses overwhelmed at this new texture and flavor, but once he decides he'd rather soldier THROUGH it, as opposed to making a scene, his expression takes on an . . . almost perplexed look, like he hadn't expected to derive some sort of SATISFACTION from the taste.

Dare he admit it actually tastes GOOD ? Goddesses, not if it's going to make that dopey ball of sunshine on the other side of the table brighten up even further. He's lucky enough to still have BOTH of his eyes--- he'd like to keep it that way, if he can help it.

" . . . too sweet. Less sugar next time. " That's all the cop is getting; really, he's lucky he's even getting THAT. Dark feels his cheeks warm and hastens to look away, realizing he'd, to some embarrassing degree, requested MORE of . . . whatever this was. ABSOLUTELY NOT. The less this man tried to turn a purely transactional relationship into something more, the BETTER.

" If we're done here, can I go ? I don't like watching you leave first . . . " Because he can't follow. Because he WISHES he could. " So, yeah. Going. Thanks for . . . yeah. Bye. "

@hyaciiintho ;; ♥

#hyaciiintho #[ // plops this down before bed #oh it feels SO good to write this AU again. @ u @!! tbh just THEM in general. <333 #:) In all verses... he WILL get attached. Link just be rizzin' him up like that. So smooth. So irresistable. u n u ] #muse ;; DARK LINK ( ♥ LINK . HYACIIINTHO ) #muse ;; DARK LINK ( VERSE . LIFELINES AU W/ HYACIIINTHO ) #muse ;; DARK LINK ( ANSWERED ASK )

[gnomeyflamingo]

✮ Meeting Mr Banks ✮

It’s another morning in the Atherstone household. Alejandro has a free day again (like seriously he only works 3 days a week) which comes in handy for chores. Brielle is off to work and I’m hoping she gets her final promotion soon.

Acco: “F-Fire. Fired. Fanatic. Fraud. Fantasist.”

Alejandro: “Wow those are big words Acco! And you’re so good at pronouncing your F’s now. What a clever little man you are! And you completed your last cognitive milestone too!”

Acco: "Yay milestones!"

Acco: “Mummy! Mummy is home! I love Mummy!”

Brielle: “Come here sweetheart. How I missed you today, lemme give you a hug and a kiss.”

Atreo: “Stop being gross Mum.”

Brielle: “And the airplane goes WOOOOSH!”

Acco: “Sparkles! Pretty sparkles!”

Brielle: “That's just the rest of my energy leaving my still feeble body sweetie.”

Alejandro: “Ariella? You have important news you want to tell me in person? Okay I’ll be-”

Atreo: “Take me with you. Mum's spending quality time with Acco, it’s disgusting.”

Alejandro: “Can Atreo come too? Great, we’ll be there in a loading screen.”

One loading screen later...

Landon: “Hi, Alejandro is it? Glad you could come. Ariella hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

Alejandro: “Uhm okay... And you are?”

Landon: “I’m Landon Banks, nice to meet you in person at last! Don't worry, I've only had good texts and calls about you, your reputation is pristine."

Atreo: “Hey Asmara, you want to play or hang out or-?"

Asmara: “Huh? Oh hang on, let me turn on my hearing aids again. Mum and Landon have been offkey serenading each other all day, so I turned them off. What did you say?”

Atreo: “Want to play?”

Asmara: "Yeah sure!"

Ariella: “And then Landon appeared into our household and there was this instant spark. After the divorce, I thought I’d never find love again but the Watcher has blessed me.”

 Landon: “They’ve blessed me too."

Ariella: “Aw, you’re gorgeous.”

Alejandro: “I’m so happy for you!"

Asmara: “Melrose stop it, of course we have free will!”

Atreo: “Free will is an illusion my long lost twin sister. It’s just the Watcher-”

Asmara: “No! I wish I was still in that coma so I didn’t have to listen to you.”

Atreo: “I can just push you off the cliff... Again!"

Landon: “Are we going to tell him?”

Ariella: “Ahhh yes I’m so excited, let’s say it together!”

Landon and Ariella: “WE’RE ENGAGED!”

Alejandro: “AHH! Congrats!”

Landon: “And we would love you and your family to attend the wedding tomorrow.”

Alejandro: “Yes! We’ll be there!”

MEANWHILE... The next morning in El Selvadorara…

Camille: “I’ve come back for you Dominique. I’m sorry for abandoning you my love, but I’m here now to take you home and give you the proper funeral you deserve-”

*stares in confusion*

“What?! Where… Where did your urn go?!"

Arnessa: *laughing maniacally* “Annnnd that concludes my daily morning ritual of laughing at my enemy’s urn. Good riddance Dominique. Your widow is next.”

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[litlbean]

⚠️Contains Spoilers!!!⚠️

The Old Grist Mill

I'm just going to go ahead and link this song because in my opinion it is one of the best songs in the whole series period.

I love how the beginning of the series makes no sense to first-time watchers but after you have watched it at least once, everything at the beginning of the first episode makes sense. It gives off the same vibes as Jojo's Bizzare Adventure's openings... The Tome of the Unknown style is in every single title screen and it makes me so aesthetically happy. It intensifies the melancholy-autumn mood that this whole show embodies and of course, the art style is just amazing. I don't think any other art style would fit this series better than this one. Can we just pause for a second and talk about how f*cking cool it is that this entire show is just one big circle? The opening scene when the narrator starts talking is Wirt falling into the frozen pond... How do people come up with stuff like this!? I wish more series/movies did this kind of stuff. It just opens the door to so many more theories and expands the lore just that much deeper. Also before this episode gets any further in I just want to mention: grist;

grain that is ground to make flour.

malt crushed to make mash for brewing.

2.useful material, especially to back up an argument.

grist for the mill — useful experience, material, or knowledge.

I just found it interesting that the episode is named after it ヾ(＾∇＾)

Beatrice is one of my favorite characters in this show besides the Frog. The name Beatrice has many meanings but the one I think that makes sense in relation to the storyline is the one from the bible: deriving from the Latin word Beatrix meaning "One who blesses others". We'll talk about her more later because she is definitely a very important character in the series and the amount of lore is just *french kiss*. I'm ashamed to admit that I missed this the first time around but it's now so funny to me that while Wirt is wallowing in his sorrows and talking versing poetry about his life- Greg is just in the background swinging around objects to see which one he could knock out the woodsman with the best.

I love rock facts. 〔´∇｀〕

🍬 The candy trail that Greg has and produces out of his pants that ultimately "leads the beast' to them (Wirt and Greg) could be taken as a metaphor for no good deeds go unpunished- or that all good things lead to the bad. The 'beast', or the bad in OTGW is led to the mill by Greg's candy trail that was supposed to lead Wirt and Greg back out of the Unknown. One of my favorite lines from the show is when Greg sees the 'beast' and says "You have beautiful eyes". Greg always looks for the good throughout the series and that makes me happy （＾ｖ＾）

 🐢 The Black Turtles ~

These guys show up everywhere. I recommend you read the short article about them from the wiki that you can find here. I love these things. They're so mysterious, rare, and never explained. It never is even explained why Wirt says later in the series to Auntie Whispers that he "came to burgle her turts!". Does Wirt know something to do with the turtles that the watcher doesn't or is he just being observant and trying to make up an excuse on the fly? (More about that later in the series) It's such a good example of an uncanny valley~ they are turtles but they're black..? Black turtles don't exist in real life** and the ones in OTGW seem either to be just a singular turtle (although its never specified ).

** I kind of went down the Wikipedia rabbit hole and found out that "black" turtles do exist. Okay, so they're not entirely black but they are at least darker in color than your average sea turtle. Even farther down the rabbit hole, I started to find some things about Chinese Astrology and what certain constellations mean to them. The one that I found is the most 'relevant' (a.k.a I think it just matches the theme of OTGW the best). This is kind of complicated because of course, everything is disputed because legends and myths are always disputed so I'll try to explain this in the least confusing way possible: So the moon travels around the earth in a total of 27.32 days. Scientists track this progress by calculating the longitudes along the orbit (called an ecliptic) and then split it up into 28 different segments called Mansions or Stations (and sometimes even houses for some reason?). Anyways, ost often these were used by ancient cultures as part of their calendar systems. One of these cultures is ancient China. There's more... "The 28 Lunar Mansions are divided into four clusters, with each cluster made up of seven constellations"... There's a lot of math involved in all of this and I'm not an astronomer so I'm not sure how all of these connect but anyways I will put a pretty picture to kind of give you an idea of what I'm talking about here. Now... how does this connect to OTGW? Well, 2 things: 1. All of these Moon Stations make up "The Black Tortise of Winter" which according to this Wikipedia passage states that the Black Tortise corresponds to astrology and traveling to the underworld to guide people. 2. The 11th Moon Station of the "Black Tortoise of Winter" has a Chinese character meaning Emptiness. (pictured below)

I think that all of this concentrated around emptiness and the underworld largely reflects the ideas of the Unknown in OTGW. The Unknown is like a different world where people who are lost go to never be seen again. Kind of like Hell or the underworld. It's vast and has very few inhabitants. The turtles showing up in the movie could be almost like a guiding figure.

I appreciate the fact that the 'beast' in the beginning is Beatrice's dog. I just love dogs and that little extra added touch for the whole full-circle vibe of this show just makes me happy. "Aint that just the way" Burdens and burdens that are needed of bearing are mentioned in this episode and then never again but I still want to acknowledge that the Woodsman kind of predicts that Wirt will take on most of the problems in this show following this episode. Taking the blame, solving problems, etc., etc. which is most likely the reason why he gets turned into an adle wood tree first before ultimately Greg does. Kind of a statement piece on how difficult it is being an older child and looking after your younger siblings. This whole sentiment of "oh, your younger sibling is too young and doesn't understand, and therefore shouldn't get blamed" really can affect the elder sibling and like Wirt in the end, make them lose hope over time. Getting blamed for other people's problems is a tough situation and I think that way too many eldest children get put in the same boat. Especially at younger ages, this can cause severe problems later on down the line. I love the frog. I also love this drawing by @wabidrawbi 

keep drawing friends. you're doing amazing <3 XOXO

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[jennycalendar]

can you elaborate on that comment in the tags about giles and jenny not getting back together if angel had died and jenny had lived?

oh absolutely i can!

so i waver on whether buffy would ever have totally forgiven jenny had angel died in a way that was completely permanent, especially in a timeline where nothing bad has ever actually happened to jenny? like, she is buffy's scapegoat. she is who buffy pins the guilt onto and it's very important narratively speaking that she dies in large part because the guilt is shifted to her and she is shifted out of the loop. i personally am of the mind that this situation was no one's fault, but that it also came about in a way where absolutely everyone closely involved would feel like it was Their Fault Specifically (jenny, giles, buffy, angel...) even though that obviously isn't the case.

but. like. buffy does not totally forgive jenny? that's not what happens. she basically says "keep feeling bad forever," hesitates, and then reluctantly gives them her blessing for giles's sake. it's very possible that buffy would not intentionally draw that wedge between them, but i can't see buffy being totally comfortable with giles and jenny being couple-y in a timeline where angel is dead, and i CAN see giles picking up on that and kinda doing one of those self-sacrificing watcher things where he and jenny mutually agree to cut their relationship short.

and it's giles and jenny, so there really isn't any wavering during the breakup if BOTH parties are committed to it! their weird couple-y tension came less from them not being able to stay apart and more from one party wanting a clean break and the other party being absolutely heartbroken & desperately trying to win their honey back.

again: it might not pan out like this! maybe buffy WOULD find peace w it! but it is crystal clear that giles Is Not comfortable with buffy and angel, even if he is very careful not to say anything about it, and for the sake of the role reversal we are assuming that buffy Is Not comfortable with giles and jenny in that same "your partner contributed to my trauma in a huge way" kinda deal. and like i don't think there is any situation where giles and jenny stay together if it's impacting buffy the way that angel and buffy staying together very quietly impacts giles. i genuinely think she might straight up leave town for a little while and it might take them years to reconnect, if they do. (my brain is of course now jumping to an even angstier s6 where after buffy's death giles immediately seeks jenny out for comfort, and so when buffy comes back there is a lot of Loaded Tension re: what this move of giles's implies, and what he might have wanted, and buffy's new and improved guilt complex + GILES feeling shitty about buffy finding out about feelings he never wanted her to know...)

but honestly yeah it just feels weird to me? maybe the rest of the season will change my mind, i am soooo hoping that it will, but the idea of angel's loss being the fundamental horrific tragedy is genuinely baffling to me when giles was brutalized and his girlfriend was killed BY ANGEL. definitely the characters within the narrative don't have a lot of sympathy for angel atm, but the narrative ITSELF is framing this as a point of heartbreak as well. that buffy's pain isn't understood because her boyfriend, um, killed a whole bunch of people and everyone is understandably a little bit not at all on Team Angel right now. and it just feels....not sure how i feel about it. confused perhaps.

#asks #i vacillate btwn like. buffy is the protagonist of course her pain is central #and like ..... actually what is happening here. why is the loss of angel so tragic under these circumstances #i think part of why it's lost on me is -- like i said! i just did not connect w the romance in season two like i hoped i would #so that colors it and that's why. like #i gotta label these as Opinions and not necessarily Text Supported Readings

[gnattyplayssims]

1962 Pt1 - Memories of Us

It was a sunny day in late fall as Nikolas went for his regular morning jog through the Spice District in San Myshuno. The chilly air was a welcome distraction as it bit against his skin. He didn't want to think about anything but the strain of his muscles.

The city was bustling with protesters, buskers, the shouts from the food stalls and homeless sleeping on benches. But his mind wasn't on any of those things. He hadn't seen Sofia since their kiss and he hadn't been able to think of anything but her in those 3 months since.

There was so much he regretted...

"Nikolas what are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"You didn't honestly think you could hide from me did you. You know I'm a Clever Sim." He pulled her close and breathed her in, thankful that she was safe even if she lived in a trailer.

"So do I get to meet Ava or just keep standing here on your porch?"

Sofia brightened and he felt relieved. He'd been so worried when he read her letters but she looked happy when she talked about Ava. Now if only he could convince her she didn't need this pimp's deal.

"Hey Little Bird, this is Nikolas, my bestest friend in all the Worlds." Nik steeled himself against the emotion. Sofia was a mom. He took Ava, and Sofia's hand rested over his. He looked down into those eyes and promised himself somehow he'd ruin Mathias for what he'd done

As if she could tell Nik's dark thoughts, Ava began to cry. "Oh no! Hey Ava, It's okay. Nik is a friend!"

"You better take her back." Sofia lay Ava back down and Nik poked around the trailer. He paused at a mirror and took a deep breath. He'd do it, he'd tell her how he felt.

Nikolas ran harder as he remembered that day. He should have done it. He'd been a nervous teenager, not ready for that kind of commitment. He'd only been 16 but she was already taking on responsibility she hadn't been ready for. He should have just done it before Jamal came.

The day of the Spice Festival he'd had big plans but Don's plans had been bigger. "Sofia what is this?"

"Don't read too much into it. It's just for emergencies. You know in case I lock myself out"

"Well thank you. I'm glad you trust me"

"Of course. There's no one I trust more"

He should have swooped in when he saw her with Jamal that day. Staked his claim. Made his intentions known...but he wasn't that kind of man. He didn't want to dominate her even if he could. He never wanted her to feel like he expected it.

And because of that...he'd lost her

"Sofia's best friend is a hands-off friend...noted."

Nik laughed but he already hated the guy, "No one can change Sof's mind when she wants something."

Nik stood threateningly as Sofia turned away. "What is it you do, Nik?"

"I'm a cop...and you?"

"Just a dishwasher."

"Huh."

Sofia had sent him an invite just as he'd asked. He'd come of course. Even though it was hard. Even though Stefan and Kyler told him he shouldn't. Seeing them kiss had been too much to bear.

He would let her go now, move on. All that truly mattered was that she was happy.

"Since we were kids, Sofia's always worn her heart on her sleeve. She always dreamed of meeting her prince and living happily ever after. I'm so glad Jamal could do what none of us could...bring her home. To the happy couple! May the Watcher bless you with an incredible life."

After his speech Nikolas couldn't bear to stay any more. He found a quiet place in the church and thought about what he wanted from life now that she was safe.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Shouldn't you be upstairs." "They think I'm in the bathroom...you okay?"

"Yeah just thinking"

"Nikolas..." Sofia interlocked her fingers in his. "You are such an incredible man. Any girl would be lucky to have you. Just go for it."

Nik chuckled giving her hand a squeeze. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Well she'd be dumb to say no. I'll bet you're married in a year."

"Sofia." He took her hand holding it tight, his heart beating faster as she looked at him with that innocent curiosity. After everything, she could still be so terribly naive. She really had no clue how much he loved her.

"What is it?"

"I'm really happy for you."

"There you are." Jamal's voice brought their moment to a halt and Sofia jumped to her feet to greet her husband. Nikolas cast a glance up toward the Watcher. It was too late for him. Jamal was whispering dirty things in her ear.

Nikolas slipped past them unnoticed.

There was a lot he regretted about his relationship with Sofia. Many times he had wished he told her how he felt. But there was one thing he didn't regret. He didn't regret going to the basement rather than walking out the door.

If he had left the church he would have missed it.

He would have missed Jamal slipping down the stairs and glancing over his shoulder suspiciously. He would have missed the way he headed toward a corner he knew was empty and disappeared. If he had left the church he would have never known that Jamal was bad news.

Nikolas stood and headed toward the shelf that Jamal had disappeared through. Pressing his ear against the wall. All his detective alarms going off telling him that his gut instinct about Jamal was right and not just jealousy. Knowing Sofia would never believe him.

"That cop friend of hers is in love with her. If I didn't make a move he would have."

"Don't act like you won't enjoy the perks...I know I did."

"I'm not denying that. But this marriage is just a means to an end."

Nik knew better than anyone...Sofia sufferered because of him.

1962 Pt2 - Come Back To Me

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