#the side quests are more fun i can’t lie

[soleilnomoon]

hello!! ive been seeing some of the requests for your current event and they have just been so amazing 😩 and also congrats on 500!! that’s amazing!

i was wondering if i could order dulce de leche, lemon drop, and lollipop with a topping of poppy seeds and caramel for 1, sabo from one piece. if not thats alright or if i didn’t request correctly please let me know! thank you sm!

i am so sry this took forever, but it's here (finally); thank you thank you 🥰️ still can't believe it tbh lmao lemme tell u i love sabo so much & yk i love angst, anyway i had fun writing this 💕

1.8k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, angst angst babey (altho it's a lil tame to me, but i love that shit so ignore me); sabo loves being in denial, that's his favorite river; y/n, as usual, doesn't care abt consequences; feat. oral (m receiving), rough (consensual) sex, mutual pining, sabo being a dumbass for ignoring his obvious feelings, y/n not having any self-preservation is just normal y/n behavior lbr 🌺 (if u see grammar/spelling errors no u didn't 💛)

“the kiss i didn’t give you has become a star inside me…” — dulce maría loynaz

for sabo, life is all about routine; not in the mundane sense, but in his quest for needing to have consistent control over every aspect of his life, he thrives on having a path laid out for him. he can’t help it — it’s something that was carefully ingrained into him since he was a child. he blames his parents, blames the world he was born into, blames the world nobles for uprooting his newfound family and separating him from his brothers. yet, he holds steadfast in the work he does, finds pleasure in seeking justice wherever he can, and makes it a point to not make the sort of romantic connections that will keep him distracted.

his colleagues don’t bother prying him for more information on his previous life, and they know that he actively keeps people at an arm’s length for some unknown reason — not that they can judge him, their line of work is dangerous and there’s very little room for mistakes, or weakness for that matter.

you’re not sure what you did exactly to land on sabo’s radar, but once he set his eyes on you there was no option for turning back. not that you mind, of course — you just hate the way you can’t seem to penetrate any of the walls he’s securely built around himself. he gives very little of himself but demands everything from you.

to anyone else, this would be reason enough to cut him out of their life; but you, unfortunately, cannot let him go. if you do, you’re afraid he’ll never let you back in — not after you fought so hard for him to stay by your side.

in his mind, you’re someone that he can quit anytime; it’s a lie he likes to tell himself whenever he’s feeling particularly lonely or vulnerable. he hates that despite how hard he fights to keep you from plaguing his thoughts, you still manage to find a way — especially late at night, when he can’t seem to sleep. insomnia has always had a strong, punishing grip around him, often leaving him breathless from the way he can’t seem to stop thinking about you.

at first, it was because you kept insisting on talking to him socially; then it was because he allowed you to take meals with him privately, a feat that did not go unnoticed by the others, much to his annoyance; and then it was because you had the audacity to kiss his cheek one night, after talking with him for hours. your demure behavior — the sweet, shy smile you gave him afterwards, the way you couldn’t look at him in the eyes properly the following day —ignites something deep within him that he never knew existed.

an ache makes its way into his chest, and he finds himself rubbing at it absently periodically, as if the burden of those emotions would take his life someday. while he might not outwardly show it, he looks forward to your incessant chatter — you talk about everything and nothing, something that baffles and amuses him to no end. with anyone else, he’d zone out of their conversation five minutes in, but you captivate him in an illogical way — one that has him watching you from across the room without meaning to, thinking about impractical things.

it's sabo who kisses you first, on a surprisingly quiet afternoon, in a back hallway that very few frequent during the day. a mistake, he tells himself when you part your lips for him without prompting; unnecessary, but he has you against the wall, with his knee in between your thighs; dangerous, yet he keeps kissing you anyway. he holds you still with a firm hand on the back of your neck, goosebumps tickling your skin every time his tongue caresses yours.

when you place your hands on his chest, arching into his hold as his other hand makes a slow descent down your back, he remembers himself. it takes effort but he’s able to extract himself from you in one swift motion, suddenly aware that he’s crossed a line he swore he’d never cross. after putting a good foot of distance between you two, he leaves abruptly and without giving you another thought.

or, so you think.

you don’t move from that spot for a few minutes, hands balled into fists at your sides, nails sinking into your palms out of frustration. you tell yourself that you absolutely cannot fall in love with that man. but it happens far too quickly and you’re incapable of fortifying yourself properly in time. he doesn’t kiss you again after that, not really anyway; he takes to catching you off guard when you walk back to your room late at night.

the first time he does it, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him. you screech in surprise and slap him on reflex. mischievous and a little stunned, sabo laughs at your reaction — your face grows hot from the embarrassment. his idea of an apology is pulling you close enough for him to drag his lips along the side of your neck. any residual irritation immediately dissipates the moment he places a kiss on your skin, an act that saps all your common sense, and transforms you into a marionette of his liking.

after that, you come to expect his surprise visits; you let him sit you on top of his desk, legs shaking as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your tight hole. you’ve long since forgotten to keep your voice down as you lean back on your hands, mind hazy as you watch the way your arousal drips onto his palm. if he wasn’t so intent on keeping his promise to himself, he’d kiss you all over again; but he knows if he does, there will be no turning back.

and this sort of weakness is out of the question for him.

you realize quickly that he’ll always distance himself from you emotionally, refusing to hold you for long, always pulling back whenever his lips are too close to yours. despite the bruise on your heart never healing, you can’t seem to let him go.

sabo fucks you like you’re an addiction he can’t seem to quit. no matter how many times he tells himself to leave, he makes his way back to you, hips rutting against yours frenetically, his cock buried deeply, making you moan his name loud enough to mesmerize him.

witchcraft, he muses to himself on occasion, fully believing that you’ve cast some spell on him.

his selfishness wins out when you sink down onto your knees in front of him one morning, stroking his cock with your soft hand before pressing your lips against the tip. whatever residual restraint he has is gone after your tongue swipes against his slit. the moan that slips out of his mouth invigorates you, makes you wrap your plush lips around his cock, sucking on the head teasingly before taking in more of his length.

you watch him with lowered lids, moaning around his cock, the vibration slicing through his logic as he grabs onto the back of your head so he can properly fuck your mouth. loosening your jaw, you hold onto the backs of his thighs for support, a heat passing over you every time sabo’s hips snap forward. your mouth is warm and moist, a combination that has him moaning your name without thinking. your heart speeds up and he ignores the warmth that spreads through him when he looks at your face; he constantly marvels at your beauty, at your soft skin, at how pliant and obedient you can be.

it annoys him that he’s found himself this deeply invested in you; when he pulls his cock out of your mouth, you take several deep breaths, a few tears sliding down your cheeks, a bit of saliva gliding down your bottom lip. the look he gives you is fierce and somewhat feral, and suddenly a nervousness that you don’t anticipate infiltrates your thoughts when he tells you to get on the bed.

he doesn’t have to tell you to get on your hands and knees, but he does it anyway; you severely underestimate the way his voice affects you — always a commanding, impressive force that leaves you breathless as you rub your ass against his stiff cock. you know you’re toeing a dangerous line by doing that, but you’re beyond caring. sabo glides his cock between your folds, arousal coating his length immediately.

you whimper shamelessly, fingers curling into the sheets as you plead with him. “sabo, please, i can’t take it anymore.” whatever else you want to say comes out as a garbled noise and you choke on his name as he snaps his hips forward, thrusting his cock into you roughly. you squirm when he pulls on your hair, yanking you back to him, lips nipping at your skin.

“stop running,” he says gruffly, his words almost making you laugh.

you could tell him the same since you theorized a while ago that he’s perfected the art of running. he doesn’t kiss you when you turn your head to look at him — he rocks his hips forward, the tip of his cock reaching a spot that has you clawing at his arms, your cunt squeezing around his girth in retaliation. he doesn’t kiss you when he has you on your back, legs draped over his shoulders as he pounds into you mercilessly, your voice growing hoarse, body writhing underneath him every time he sucks on your skin.

you wish you could hate him for making you fall in love with him, because only love could make someone foolish enough to carry on a relationship like this. you fall a little more in love with him every time, but he always finds a way to shatter your heart when he turns away from you on the bed. he tells you constantly that you can stay or leave, that the choice is ultimately up to you as it doesn’t affect him either way.

it must be madness that drives you to stay, wrapping yourself with the covers, breathing slowing as your eyes close. he turns around carefully, watching you with a tenderness that forces him to drape an arm around you, lips ghosting the curve of your ear as he whispers softly.

“i like having you around.”

you open your eyes but don’t dare turn around, afraid that he’ll leave if he realizes that you’re still awake — because if he ever takes those words back, you’ll never survive the fallout. so, you will your heart to stop beating loudly, and tell yourself that this must mean he’s lowering more of his walls for you intentionally. you don’t know how long he’ll allow himself to be this vulnerable with you, but regardless you’ll always cherish the time he’s spent with you.

#i'm finally done omg #fic request #milestone event #500+ followers event #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭 #one piece x reader #one piece angst #one piece smut #sabo x reader #sabo x y/n #one piece x y/n #sabo smut #sabo angst

[frozenjokes]

Signing Back In, Apparently - 3

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It occurred to Scar it may have been too soon to start joking about his and Mumbo’s kiss when Mumbo phased through the wall of the tavern to get away from him. But it really occurred to him when he didn’t see a trace of Mumbo for the entire next week. He should have been glad; Mumbo being gone meant less back issues, but to his own disdain, he found himself keeping track of the days. All it took was a twinge of his bad eye or a particularly hard day to eat, and his mind would wander. Regardless, it took a little bit longer for Scar to realize that Grian knew.

To be fair, Grian had always been aggressive. It wasn’t unusual to see him scowl when they ran into each other, or to see Grian trying to throw things at him, usually unsuccessfully. However, Scar had been surprised to go back to his room and see Grian in his bed. See, each of the ghosts had a fun little quirk that would manifest in the real world, and Grian just so happened to be constantly dripping water. When Scar had first reached the faction isles, Grian would constantly hang around his bed to make the sheets wet; just another inconvenience to make Scar’s life a little bit harder. But Grian got bored a long time ago; he had to lay there for a while to really dampen things, so Scar had thought he was done. Apparently not.

Still, not that unusual. What was unusual however, was when Scar came back to his room to find the ouija board on the ground. He was pretty sure he’d had it securely on his shelf, and if he wasn’t being actively haunted, he wouldn’t have thought anything of it. He’d called Mumbo’s name, but of course, there was no response. Mumbo couldn’t move real world items anyway, not that Scar knew of at least.

When he found Grian standing over the ouija board, once more knocked to the ground, things started to click into place. Scar leaned against his own doorway, watching Grian try and stomp through the board, presumably trying to break it in two. Scar did hear a couple clicks of Grian’s shoe against the wood, but besides a footprint or two, he didn’t even leave a mark.

Scar inclined his head down the hall as Oli came upstairs, “Well hello there!” he bellowed, far louder than necessary. Grian screamed, easy enough to tell by the way he flailed before freezing completely. He looked almost cat-like the way he arched his back and stared with those bright eyes. How adorable.

“Scar! The seas treated you well today I hope?” Oli greeted him warmly, adjusting his monocle.

“Just wonderful! I nearly completed a quest, even! I’ll be raking in the gold in no time now.”

“Nearly? Why, I hope so! I’m off to bed now, so I’ll see you in the ‘morrow!”

“Yes. That. Goodnight then. If you hear me talking to myself by the way, don’t think too hard about it!”

“You know I will, Scar.”

“Great. Thanks,” Scar stepped inside his room, shutting the door behind him. “Alright, Grian, what’s this about.”

Grian straightened up, looking almost guiltily at the ouija board before turning his eyes back to Scar. Well, eye.

“You’ve been irritated all week haven’t you. I have a funny way of knowing these things,” Scar gestured to his own bad eye, “Now, don’t get too excited! These eye drops I got from the neighborhood doctor have been working miracles! You should try them!” A lie, of course. Nothing eased the discomfort of a curse, but Grian didn’t have to know that, “Oh wait, I guess you can’t, can you. Maybe if you channel that anger of yours, you can manage to get a couple drops in. Clearly you’ve been getting pretty good at it.”

Scar gestured to the floor. Grian bristled. “Did Mumbo tell you? This thing is pretty handy apparently.” Scar flipped the board right side up with his foot, examining carefully for any cracks. “Hardy as well. For how much time you spent stomping on this, you didn’t even damage it!”

Grian sat down, looking to Scar with a grim expectancy. Scar couldn’t stifle his laugh. “Oh, well Grian, I’m flattered! Really!” Scar sat down across from him, resting his elbows on the board, “But I’ll have to decline. I’m after another man at the moment. And you know.. I think he might like me back!” Grian’s body flared, his form shifting as if it couldn’t handle the weight of his anger.

One of his hands, usually formless, shifted into something like claws, snatching the planchette from off the board and whipping it at Scar’s face. It hit him square in the nose, sending Scar reeling back with a yell. His hands flew to his face, blood already running. Scar barked a laugh, the thrill of adrenaline lighting up his grin.

“Alright, Grian, how about round two then?”

Scar slammed the planchette back down on the board and Grian was on it in seconds. The thrill of the cold coursed through Scar, and he shifted the piece to the other side, unbalancing Grian before delivering a massive punch to the side of his head. Scar only heard a second of his shriek before Grian lost his grip on the planchette. Scar stood firm, kneeling with one foot planted on the ground for better positioning.

Grian, glared, a look so much deeper than anger, and his shifting form lunged again, this time, using both of his hand-claws to keep Scar’s own hand on the planchette. But Scar’s position was better, and he used his leverage to lift his arm from the board. Grian fell straight through him, hitting his face hard against the board. Scar exhaled a quick laugh of satisfaction. He stepped on the edge of the planchette where Grian’s hand still lay, and kicked with all the strength he could muster, sending Grian tumbling across his room.

“This is familiar, isn’t it?” Scar stepped forward, crossing the length of his room in just a few strides. Grian was almost unrecognizable now, just a mess of lines and ethereal glow. If Scar didn’t know any better, he’d say he looked almost bird-like. “You think you’d know better, trying to fight me like this. Maybe if you played the game smarter, you wouldn’t be dead.”

And then Grian screamed. The world flashed white as the bulb in his ceiling flared and then shattered, pelting Scar with glass. He didn’t remember falling, but when he came to, he was on the ground, flat on his back. He gasped for air that wouldn’t agree with him, he tensed muscles he couldn’t move, he opened eyes that couldn’t see.

The only thing he heard through the grating ring of his own ears was the sound of his own voice, screaming.

#hermitcraft #pirates smp #grian #goodtimeswithscar #hermitshipping #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #boatem #boatemghostsau #gtws #redscape #this is the funniest thing I’ve ever written #I’m gonna think about it forever #GHOST PUNCHERS!!!!!!!

[jackiebrackettt]

Chip Sexuality Crisis Fic - Unfinished but 1.3k words

(tumblr exclusive as, yeag it's unfinished. hope you guys enjoy lmao. reblogs still appreciated!)

Chip is not gay. There are a lot of uncertain things about his life but the one thing he does know is that fact. He likes women. And he’d probably know by now if he likes men too. 

He is not gay. He is not in love with his best friend. And he is not still thinking about the kiss. 

And the fact that the latter is definitely a lie probably doesn’t bode well for the others. 

Whatever. 

He has more important things to do than dwell on a kiss that happened purely to advance their quest and save Jay’s life. Like teach Ollie how to fix the ship. And if that conveniently puts him away from Gillion, well that’s just an accident. It’s not like he’s purposefully avoiding Gill. Or anything.

Jay notices because of course she does. She pulls himself aside as soon as she can.

“You know you can like… both right?” Jay says, sounding very concerned. “I mean, I do.”

“Yeah, I know that! But I don’t, okay? I like women, not men.”

Jay stares at him. 

“But you like Gillion.” 

It’s not a question. It’s not a question and he really wishes it was. That Jay wasn’t already so convinced of this. He needs some support here, damnit. 

“No! No, I don’t! Because if I liked Gill, I’d like men and if I like men, I’d like Gill - but I don’t like men, I don’t like Gillion, and everything’s fine!”

Once again, Jay stares silently at him. 

This sucks. Gill would believe him. If he told Gillion he wasn’t in love with him Gillion would just accept it and move on! Not push and question him. 

Curse Jay’s need to make fun of him. Although there isn’t a hint of a smile on her face. Instead, a seriousness. And a slight hesitance as she opens her mouth to speak again. 

“It… really sounds like you just like Gill.” 

He groans and drops his head into his hands “You are just no help, you know that?”

“Chip, it’s… okay if you like him, yeah?”

“No! It’s not! Because I don’t want to lose him, okay? What if he thinks I’m weird? Or, like, I make him uncomfortable?” He freezes, and hastily adds, “not that I do, though - like, if I did.” 

“If Gill doesn’t feel the same way, he’d probably just take it as a compliment and move on. You know him.” 

“Still, though.” He wipes a hand down his face. “I don’t- I don’t want to take that chance. And he definitely doesn’t feel the same, like- have you heard the way he talks about Marshall John?” 

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Hey!” He tries to elbow her but she dodges. “You’re supposed to be like… on my side. Or at least hyping me up!”

“You won’t even admit you’re bi!”

“So?” 

“So? Chip…” she puts a hand on his shoulder. “First step to moving on is admitting you have a problem… and I know you have so, so, so many problems but-“

“Hey, fuck you!”

“-if you want to get over your crush on Gillion, you need to admit it exists. You can’t beat the gay allegations when you are actually gay.”

“I’m not gay, alright? I’m, you know-“

“Bi, I know.” She waves her hand dismissively. “Same concept.” 

“Whatever.” He brushes her hand off his shoulder and sinks down against the wall. “Well, what now?”

“We… talk about it?” Jay shrugs. “I don’t really know, I honestly didn’t think I’d get this far.”

Chips brings his legs up to his chest and hugs them. Picks nervously at a small hole in his pants nearby the knee. 

He doesn’t really know if he wants to talk about it. It just makes the whole thing more real. Because he can still salvage this right now. Leave this conversation in this room, in this time, and never revisit it. 

But he knows himself. Once he starts talking he’ll probably say a lot more than he wants to. And then it’ll be real because he hasn’t just stopped fighting Jay’s insistence. He’s talking about it. 

And then he’ll leave the safety of this room. He’ll have to go talk to Gill and his stupidly pretty face and try not to stare at his stupidly buff arms. 

He would say something kind of pathetic and stupid like, I wonder if Gill could carry me? but he already knows for a fact that if Gillion can carry him when almost his entire body is stone he can probably carry him easily now. 

“This is stupid!” He snaps. “What do I even say?”

“Well…” Jay tilts her head, thinking, “how about… when did it start?” 

“When did what start?”

“Your crush. Duh.”

“Oh.”

When Gillion kissed him, obviously. He wouldn’t have missed something like this for that long-

-Or, no, maybe earlier than that. Maybe when Gillion’s eyes first lit up - like literally lit up - and his hair started floating. The coral in his hair glowing, lightning crackling around him like he was some kind of god. 

Maybe when Gillion grabbed his shaking hand and healed the disease. The awe from Gillion’s display of his power just a second earlier still present as the healing warmth spread through him. 

Maybe when he found out about the deal with Niklaus and, despite his continued jokes about leaving Gillion behind, he felt a bone deep fear for his friend’s safety. 

Maybe back then. Maybe he’s had a bit of a crush on Gillion for a while now. 

That’ll make him sound a little too head over heels, though.

“When he, uh, when he- when he kissed me. I- I think.” He shrugs, trying to ignore the way his face heats up. “You, uh, you were drowning and I was a little fucked up from the pool and I think Gillion was panicking - trying to, you know, save the day. So he kissed me and the door opened.”

“I knew it!” Jay clicks her fingers. “You were so red and stuttery-“ she starts laughing, “god, Chip, that’s so fucking funny.”

“No it isn’t!” He drops his head against his knees. “Jay. Jay. That was the best kiss I’ve ever had. Like- what the fuck! Where did he learn that?”

“You mean it wasn’t your first kiss?”

She’s still laughing a little. So he briefly abandons his position of despair to slap at her arm. 

“Stop being so mean to me right now! I’m dying, Jay. You’re attacking a dying and despairing man.”

Jay knocks his hands away.

“Oh, stop being so dramatic.” The grin on her face is almost shark-like as she continues, “so Gill kissed you and it was so good you had your bi awakening. And now you’re in love with him.”

“Yeah, I gue- wait no one said anything about love!”

He doesn’t mean to avoid Gillion after that. It’s just that, well, like he thought - he can’t stop staring at Gillion’s face, or lips, or arms. And when he tries to watch Gill train it feels a lot more indulgent than before, when he was just doing it while half asleep because he was bored. 

And when he does talk to Gill it’s all he can do just to stutter his way through a conversation. Just to stop the flirty statements that threaten to spill from his mouth. 

Because when it’s just a random woman they meet on an adventure it doesn’t matter that much if she rejects him. 

But no, this is Gillion. His best friend, his crew member. He can’t afford to screw this up. 

But he knows Gillion is starting to piece together that something’s wrong. Because a lot of things may fly over Gill’s head but Chip’s being about as subtle as a whale. 

Can you blame him though? He was just coming to terms with crush and then Jay’s dropping words like love on him. Saying that he’s in love with Gillion. 

Which is stupid. 

He loves Jay and Gillion differently, sure. But that’s because Jay’s like an older annoying sister to him. Not because he’s in love with Gillion. 

Right? Right.

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hope u enjoyed it even though it's unfinished ^_^ never really finished it because as you may know i'm not the biggest believer in fnc. this was going to end up as an ambiguous qpr relationship though bc welllll i like to project and it's really the only way i personally can see fnc. would love to hear ur thoughts in the form of tags or replies (eyes emoji)

#brackett.writes.

[hyperfigations]

Hallucinations

Ryan is bleeding out on the floor, causing him to hallucinate Dylan there

Prompt: “You can’t be here… Not now…”

Word Count: 1,181

Pairings: Ryan/Dylan

TW: Blood, Angst

Author's Note: Okay, so I haven't written in probably like 2 years. At least not "Fanfiction" so I'm hella rusty. But if you have any constructive criticism, please feel free to leave it!

Ryan was a liar.

His lie bounced around his skull like an annoying tune he just couldn’t get out. It was such simple words, meant to reassure them but in the end… It was nothing  more than an optimistic pretense. 

“Everything is gonna be fine,” Ryan had told them.

He remembered Dylan’s face when those words slipped out of his mouth. His dark eyes still gazed at him in concern, trying to subtly flicker over at the decapitated body of Abigail Blyg. A girl, who just a few minutes before, was their fellow counselor. Their friend. But now she was just another casualty in this nightmare of a night. Dylan’s lips curved downward and Ryan knew Dylan didn’t buy it. Nothing was fine about this night. Absolutely nothing. Dylan knew he couldn’t bear losing another friend, especially when that friend was Ryan. 

“Everything is gonna be fine,” the lie in his head repeated.

‘Yeah right,’ Ryan thought to himself as he lay on the cold, hard stone ground at the Hackett house. Blood dripped crimson through his fingers as he held his stab wound. It spilled down his hand, puddling underneath him. His chest raised quickly with a scoff and in doing so pain shot through his nerves. He hissed below his breath, tears welling up in his eyes. Ryan was losing a lot of blood.

He shouldn’t have come with Laura. He should’ve stayed with Kaitlyn and Dylan… 

“God,” He sobbed. If Ryan could go back to the pool house, he would’ve made so many different decisions. But he wasn’t at the pool house and there was no way he could go back. So there he was, all alone, Laura nowhere to be found. Tears spilled down the sides of his face. Ryan didn’t want to die alone... 

Oh god… He was dying, wasn’t he? 

The realization made his stomach twist with anxiety,  fear piercing his fast paced heart. Every beat was another sting of pain, another painful memory, but he also couldn’t help but think about the summer. The good memories he had made. Even just before this hell of a night began. The party before Abigail rushed into the woods, just to be met with a bloody werewolf. It felt a million years away now but he would give anything to be at the fire again. Warming up his hands and just having fun with his fellow counselors.

Then the kiss flashed in his mind. At the time, it was just a game, right? A dare? But he remembered Dylan’s lips connecting to his and even though it was quick, it felt like they were kissing for eternity. He knew Dylan had a massive crush on him but Ryan didn’t know he felt the same until they fulfilled that dare.

“Always happy to please,” He had told them, nonchalantly. As if that kiss didn’t conjure up the biggest swarm of butterflies in his stomach.

Dylan… Ryan’s face fell in despair. Was that lie going to be the last interaction he had with him? He kept thinking about his face when he left with Laura. It was almost a longing look. Like Dylan wanted him to stay there or at least accompany him and Laura on their ‘side quest’. He thanked god that Dylan wasn’t here to see him at his lowest, if he was being honest. He wasn’t exactly a pretty sight right now, on the ground, drenched with sweat, blood and tears. Besides in his state there was no way he could even try to protect Dylan. This house was full of more danger than what was outside those barbed wire gates.

He could feel it, the more he felt the blood pour out his side, the closer to death he was getting. His vision began to darken around the edges, the world spinning around him.

“Ryan?!”

Dread settled in Ryan’s stomach. Who? That didn’t sound like Laura? And it couldn’t have been one of the Hacketts?

“Ryan!!”

There it was again. That voice… A figure stood over him, just a shadow of a person. Ryan couldn’t see who it was but he absolutely knew that soft, panicky voice. 

The blurred figure bent down to his side and finally Ryan could see him. It was Dylan! He felt his chest warm up, but the warm feeling turned cold quickly.

“No, no, no,” He sobbed. “You cannot be here.”

Ryan choked out a small cry, squinting his eyes to look at the figure. “Oh god… Not now. Please not now.” 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Dylan’s voice whispered. Ryan felt a hand cup his cheek, wiping away his tears. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Ryan raised his hand from his wound to hold the hand on his cheek. He leaned into the touch, which was welcomed among the coldness he was feeling.

“I-I’m sorry, Dylan,” He cried. “I lied to you.”

The figure kept the hand to his cheek and stayed silent to let him continue. “I lied and then left you guys. But I should’ve stayed. I- should’ve been there for you. With you. F-fuck,”

“Ryan…”

“I s-should’ve…” Ryan sobbed out into the hand, holding onto it tightly. 

A deep darkness began to eclipse his sight, his grip weakening on the hand he thought to be Dylan’s. “I’m sorry…” He breathed out before everything around him began to fade. The scenery above him got darker until he felt a sharp pain in his forearm. 

Ryan snapped out of the blurry, dark trance swiftly looking down at his arm. 

Laura was biting him. Laura was biting him?! Ryan gasped and pulled away from the blonde girl and she stared at him. The moon’s light revealed the glimpses of yellow in her eyes. They were filled with pity but also a bit of blood lust. The moment Ryan jumped away from her, those yellow eyes softened. “I’m so so sorry, but,” Laura began.

“You bit me!” Ryan gasped, staring at the bite in his arm. 

“Yeah but-”

“YOU BIT ME?!”

He still felt super light-headed but with the infection already spreading up his arm, he felt a thousand times better. But even so, Ryan stared wide-eyed at the blonde haired girl.

“Ryan listen-”

Ryan suddenly began frantically looking around, “Wait. Wait. Wait. Where’s Dylan?”

“Ryan… Dylan isn’t here. I um… I’m sorry but whatever you were seeing…”

His face twisted in realization. “It- It was you.”

“Um… yeah. Sorry about that. And sorry for biting you but,”

“No. Yeah. You did what you had to do to keep me alive, I um… understand.”

“You’re going to see him again, I promise. But we have to find Chris and end this before anything else happens. Then I can see Max again, and you can-”

“Sort things out with Dylan,” Ryan mumbled, holding his hand on his still bleeding wound. “Yeah, got it.”

Ryan didn’t want to kill Chris, he didn’t even know if he had it in him to do it but at this point he’d give anything to see Dylan again. Even if it means going through with Laura’s original plan.

#the quarry #hacketteers #hackett's quarry #ryan ezrahler #dylan x ryan #dylan lenivy #laura kearney #hackett house #the quarry angst #dylan/ryan #dylan/ryan angst #the quarry fanfiction #the quarry spoilers #angst #until dawn #fanfiction #trynna get back into writing fanfiction #been rusty #lmao #im so sorry if this isn't as good as I think it is #dylan loves ryan #ryan loves dylan #they love each other very much #romance #werewolves #horror games

[aggedyann]

So, awhile back, I wrote Agony, which can be found here.

And yesterday, I wrote a third bit, so here it is:

Tim made it home from the dentist a few hours later. The first stop he made was the bedroom to check on Ethan. “Hey, sleeping beauty.” He rapped lightly on the door frame.

Ethan lifted his head up off the pillow, smiling. “Hi,” he mouthed.

“Your fever’s back.” Tim noted Ethan’s flushed cheeks.

Ethan shrugged. “100.5.” He croaked, then turned to the side. “HatShoo!”

“Bless you. And the sneezing?

“Quit for the hour I fell asleep.” Tim sat down on the other side of the bed. “How are you? How was the dentist?”

“It was about as fun as you might expect. And numb and drooly.”

“And your sneezing?”

Tim shrugged. “A couple times. My eyes itch worse though.” He kicked his feet up on the bed and flopped on his pillow. “Probably should have asked if you needed anything before I laid down.”

“I’m fine. Water, tissues, cough drops. What else could I need?”

“Me?” Tim grinned. “You’re still not gonna cuddle though, are you?”

“Bedtime.” Ethan promised, turning into his shoulder again. “AhChoo!”

“Bless you. I’m just gonna try to see if a nap gets my eyes to feel better.”

“Get a washcloth to put over them.” Ethan directed, hoarsely.

Tim nodded, standing up again. He started for the bathroom, then stopped. “EhhRahhSchoo! RaSchoo! Ugh. Hate sneezing when I’m numb.”

“Bless you. You sure you’re ok?”

“In general or just regarding my sudden case of sneezes?”

“The sneezes.” Ethan sighed, offering a tissue.

“I’m telling you, it’s dust. Trust me, if it was a cold you’d know. If it was any other kind of sick, I’d be sneezing more than this. Something’s just in the air is all.”

He resumed his quest to the bathroom, returning with the damp cloth and another box of tissues. “Can’t use all yours.” He teased, opening the box and blowing his nose.

Ethan was relieved to hear Tim didn’t sound congested, like with a cold. Just a sniffly blow. “HahShoo!”

“When was the last time you took something?”

“Not time yet for cold medicine.”

“I feel like drugging you up. You look like you’re in so much pain when you sneeze.”

“Slight improvement from last night.”

“Still. I want to pour the Benadryl down your throat to give you a break.” He paused as Ethan opened his mouth, presumably to protest. “I know, I know, you only like to take it at night.”

“Actually, I…”

He paused as he saw Tim reach for a tissue. “HeyySchoo, AyyYehhScheshh!”

“Bless you. I was going to say, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“Want me to get it?”

“Nah. I gotta get more water anyway.”

Tim slipped the washcloth over his eyes, waiting for Ethan to come lie next to him.

Ethan returned, set his water on his nightstand. “Thanks for the nudge into the Benadryl. You want some?” He held up the bottle of pills.

“Numb. Can’t drink anything. Well, I can, but it’s going to spill out the corner of my mouth.” Tim reminded. “But maybe in a few hours when that wears off.”

Ethan nodded, pulling the blankets over him. “AhtShoo!”

“Hope that Benadryl kicks in quick.”

“Yeah. I really hope I don’t give you this.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, as bad as my sneezes hurt, imagine how yours would feel.”

Tim pulled his pillow out from under his head and whacked Ethan in the chest with it. “Good thing we’re not gonna find out.”

[transgendergoblinfromspace]

Making a list for my friend of things I do to help function with my ADHD so I figured I would share with everyone in case any of it is useful.

Chunk projects. Instead of taking on a huge project, break it down it to smaller and more manageable segments that will lead to a fully finished project without getting overwhelmed from pressure. Chunking helps me A LOT. I do it with a lot of things. If I plan to cook a full meal for me and others. Chores around the house. Art projects that I have a goal for. It’s a very useful tool for me.

Lists. Lists make everything sooooo much better. I have an iPhone with a notes app that lets me make lists that I can check off tasks as I finish them. I won’t lie, I tell myself I’m finishing side quests (I’m a 100% finish gamer with the few games I play) anyways, LISTS. Give it a shot, tell yourself whatever you need to. Also you can chunk your lists 😁

Vitamins. I take a daily vitamin and B-complex with vitamin c and a bunch of other vitamins but the two I mentioned I take because they help with fatigue, promotes energy and stamina and is overall great for me personally in reference to my adhd.

Have chats with yourself in your brain. When I start feeling guilty because my executive dysfunction is in full swing, I try to pep talk myself. I try to encourage myself to do something small. Like “okay, I know you can’t clean the kitchen, but you can take the few cups and plate to the kitchen” like I said, I start small and once I have done the one thing, 4 times out of 10 I actually get a little more done. Better than getting nothing done and being mad at yourself.

Water. Drink water. Do whatever you need to do to make sure you stay hydrated and try to remember to get a little sun light if possible. Water and sun light give me such and energy and mood boost, plus both are very healthy for you in general.

ALARMS. Set alarms for anything important you need to remember or do. I use alarms and reminders because my ass will send an alarm to its death but a constant banner from a reminder will piss me off enough to do what it says and clear it. Also helps with that remembering to drink water thing too.

Take your meds and take them the way you’re supposed too. On time. No more or less unless you clear it with the doctor. I know it may fucking suck but the consistency has very beneficial long term benefits.

Make sure you try to eat a balanced diet as much as you can. Don’t forget to treat yourself though. Being good alll the time is not fun and will make me not want to stick to my original plan.

Those are all the tips I have for things I do to help the adhd. Here are extra things I remind myself for self care in regards to my adhd.

Some days I have to accept that not much is going to be accomplished. Those are the days that I try to try and if I can’t, that’s okay. That’s an important thing to remember. It’s okay to have hard days. Don’t ever let someone say you can’t.

Communication with the people you interact with on a regular basis about how you are doing helps a lot on maintaining any type of relationship.

TRY NOT TO GET MAD AT YOURSELF. YOU DIDNT ASK FOR LACK OF DOPAMINE AND EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION. ALSO NOTHING IS WRONG OR BAD ABOUT HAVING ADHD.

#adhd #actually adhd #tips from a combo #adhd tips #adhd self care #self care #self care reminder #be kind to yourself #adhd can be crippling #reach out #advocate for yourself #things will be okay

[dittanyinbloom]

I can finally (sort of) show you guys what my MC looks like!!!

My first time using AI art was thirty minutes ago, and this was the second result and the one that I think looks the most like her. I don’t know how to make hair look right yet ???? Send help ?? She had loose curls, sort of frizzy, but more defined than Hermione’s in the first couple of movies. It keeps giving her braids! And she is meant to have dark green eyes, but I don’t know how to achieve that either!!

Lyra Lovegood

-about fourteen in the image above

House: Gryffindor

Traits:

There are two sides to Lyra, the first is the person she presents to the world. She needs to be the funniest person in the room or else she is quiet and insecure. Her laugh is loud and contagious. People who don’t know her well would describe her as ditsy. If she shows up to class at all, it’s just to talk with another student that she needed to discuss something with. She hasn’t turned in a homework assignment since the start of term, and reading deeply frustrates her. Her hair always looks a bit out of place, and she usually has a bit of dirt on her face somewhere.

Then there is the more outgoing side her companions know. The more one gets to know Lyra, the louder she gets around them. She’s stubborn, but not because she is angry, she just likes to see how others react to being challenged. During meal times, she moves from one table to the next to catch up with everyone. Savory food makes her melt. She’ll stay seated for a longer amount of time if the food is good enough, and she is not shy about eating. What?! She’s a growing girl with a million quests to fulfill! Is she supposed to not dig into the feast presented to her for the sake of being ladylike?! She lies for fun, but she immediately gives herself away by laughing. Her poker fake is rubbish. Most times she laughs while telling jokes and can’t follow through with it.

Features: green eyes, her hair is reddish in the winter and a bit blonder in the summer months, she’s thick- she eats good, alright! Her thighs could crush you, but she wouldn’t even think to do such a thing because deep down she is embarrassed a little by her size, even though boys find her curves very attractive in later years, they are a bit mean about it when she is younger.

Family: She’s halfblood from her father’s side. They live on a farm in Ireland and all work on it. Her older brother is stocky as well, but he is much calmer with a heart of gold. Her three younger siblings are rambunctious. Their mum has always had to play “bad cop” to their father’s jovial nature, but she knows how to have fun as well. They have two herding dogs and a stray orange tabby that lives in the barn and chases the chickens. Their mum can’t figure out why the damned cat keeps coming back. Everyone is feeding it behind her back, even their dad. Wrestling was how the kids used to pass the time. There was five kids in their three bedroom farmhouse. It was a tight squeeze growing up, but that made her accustomed to physical contact, a trait her friends at school were alarmed by at first. Especially Ominis who is touch starved and doesn’t know it.

Friendships:

Sebastian and Lyra do not get along, but only because Lyra feeds into Sebastian’s competitive side. She hasn’t shut up about that one time she beat him in a duel during class. Sebastian regrets complimenting her about it afterward. Even if they agree on a topic, Lyra will play devil’s advocate for hours to piss him off. He hates that she doesn’t have to try at all in class for the professors to like her. Her stance against dark magic is rather serious though, and she ends up crying while shouting during those arguments. Does she show up to the classes they share just to stare at him, maybe. But she just does it to bother him! No really! She isn’t like other girls! She doesn’t care that he is pretty! That’s a lie.

“Bet you only hang around the library so much because you fancy Ravenclaw girls.”

“Careful now, you’re sounding jealous, Lovegood.”

Ominis loves to listen to Lyra and Sebastian bicker, but he can not stand handling Lyra alone. In his opinion, Lyra is like if Sebastian was on cocaine and was suffering from rabies. She’s abrasive. She grabs Ominis’s hand and drags him places without warning or consent. The way she has to say hello to everyone is overwhelming. Ominis can’t keep up with all the people she stops to talk to and he hates being confused about who is speaking. When Sebastian showed Lyra the Undercroft, Ominis seriously debated switching schools. During the Into the Shadows arc, Lyra was on his side and really defensive against Sebastian for Ominis’s sake. She sent a howler to his older brother once during winter holiday, and Ominis still laughs every time he thinks about Marvolo opening up the letter at the dinner table with their parents present. She had sent it as a Christmas present to Ominis. So, there are benefits to knowing her.

“I just wanted a peaceful nap in the sun, is that too much to ask?”

“Stop playing hard to get or else I will have to carry you again. I’m not above it.”

Poppy is terrified but also in awe during every conversation she had with Lyra. Her willingness to take down a dragon fighting ring with her was impressive, but the fire in her eyes when she was battling the poachers was alarming. She might be the only one who ever gets to see Lyra’s soft side because shockingly, she’s kind with animals. Lyra grew up on a farm, so she knows how to be respectful. Beasts love her. Poppy finds it endearing. Absolutely no one believes her when Poppy tells people that she and Lyra care for a hippogriff together and have ridden it. Poppy canonically doesn’t have many friends, and when students made a comment about her finally making one, Lyra tackled one of them. Sebastian had company in detention that week.

“-It might be a bit dangerous because Centaurs can be-“

“I’m in.”

“But, you didn’t even hear me explain why-“

“You had me at dangerous.”

Natsai and Lyra are roommates and practically sisters at this point. She supports Natty in all her incessant endeavors to track down dark wizards. Professor Onai is very wary of Lyra, but she is the closest friend Natty has made since moving to Scotland, so her mother allows the friendship, though she doesn’t encourage it. Natty is the only person that can convince Lyra to go to class, and Lyra is the only one to convince Natty to skip class. Natty is teaching Lyra wandless magic, and every time Sebastian teaches Lyra a new spell, Lyra races to the dorm room and will even wake Natty up if it’s the middle of the night. They had to share a bed for a few weeks after Lyra taught Natty Confringo.

“I know where Harlow is.”

“Are we going to strategize first?”

The girls stare each other down and then burst out in laughter. They flew straight there and kicked down the door, excited to use Confringo in a real battle.

Garreth sees how Lyra is with others and thinks they would be perfect partners in crime. His personality is big like her own, and Lyra finds that unsettling. How dare he tell a funnier joke after she told one! Garreth’s charm and easygoing personality are natural to him. Lyra puts on that persona to get people at school to like her, so she envies him a bit for being about to have such a calm vibe. She’s quiet around him which makes Garreth think Lyra is nervous. He assumes she has a crush on him. One day he smugly tries asking her out. Lyra assumes he is joking around and trying to get a rise out of her. She casts a trip jinx on him in the halls. After that, she feels horrible and they talk it out. They become atrocious to sit behind in class. Professors simply can not lecture if they sit together.

“A troll walks into a bar…”

“Not this one again, Garreth, please. Last time we both got detention.”

Amit has been stuck in a whirlpool ever since Lyra arrived. After he gave her his old telescope, Lyra seemed to make it her mission to take him to every Astronomy Table she finds in the Highlands. At first, he is excited to have a new friend and go on mini adventures. But then she starts tapping on the window of his dorm in the middle of the night and insisting he climb on the back of her broom. What is he supposed to do? Say no to studying constellations just because he has an early start the next day? They have fun together. He doesn’t understand why Ominis and Sebastian complain about her. Lyra has never once been disagreeable with him, she has only ever been a joy to be around.

“How are you on a broom?”

“Terrible.”

“How are you on the back of someone else’s broom?”

“Terrified… When do we leave?”

Lyra in First year and Fifth year!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #FINALLY I CAN SHOW OFF MY BABY #she’s so insecure deep down and if anyone ever found out she would cast bombarda at her feet #so stupid too bless her soul #would not read out of enjoyment even if the world ended and she was the only person left and was stuck in a library #basically built like an American linebacker but short #my little shortieeee #love her. #Lyra Lovegood

[sir-phineas-lost]

Following up on a previous post here since a whole lot of people decided to chime in and the OP blocked me.

@jediapplegist

I’m sorry, when did I ever say Tarre wasn’t a Mandalorian? 

This is a fairly common argument on this topic and it stems from the fact that most of them don’t seem to know what “being Mandalorian” means in the context of Star Wars. They think it means “he was Mandalorian so he could do whatever he wanted with that metal”. But this isn’t an identity you get to claim just by being born on Mandalore, it is something you have to uphold a certain code for (though the specifics of said code varies among Mandalorian sects). Tarre Vizla being from Mandalore and being recognized as a Mandalorian to the degree that he would be gifted enough beskar for both his lightsaber and a full set of armor (which he is always depicted with) are two different things.

Fun part about that code, it includes making sure that beskar stays in the hands of the mandalorians. Which is why collecting beskar is an ongoing side-quest for Din Djarin. Tarre Vizla leaving his beskar lightsaber to the Jedi would violate that code.

He was a Mandalorian too, yes, but we know he specifically left it to the Jedi, 

This part is just a straight-up lie. We know next to nothing about Vizla as a person or what instructions he left regarding his weapons. The story only says that the Jedi kept it after his passing. As usual, Jedi-stans can’t conceive of a scenario where the Jedi do not have explicit moral permission for everything they do.

As far as we know, the Mandalorians never did what you said, they never even seemed to ask for it in accordance with their customs 

Notice how they also assume the worst for any group that isn’t the jedi.

You're basically saying Tarre's own wishes regarding his people and who his belongings were left to didn't matter. 

Again, we do not know what Tarre Vizla wished for because no official material clarifies this and Jedi-stans are making this “last will and testament” up wholesale to try to whitewash a more complicated issue.

And here is the kicker, even if Vizla did leave it for the Jedi, it is easy to argue that he had no right to do so. Beskar isn’t given out to just any mandalorian, using it or the armor requires upholding the code which in turn includes keeping beskar out of non-mandalorian hands. Leaving the darksaber to the jedi would mean that he broke the code that gave him the right to use the metal in the first place. In other words, Tarre Vizla, a jedi, decided that he had enough connection to his mandalorian heritage to take and use their sacred objects, and then decided that he didn’t need to uphold the cultural law that says “don’t give this to anyone who isn’t a mandalorian”.

@monjustmon

Beskar is a material. It's not part of the culture in itself, but a resource cherished by it.

It is a resource that is unique to their system. And they only give it to people who swear an oath to respect their culture. It belongs to them. Funny how they didn’t make this argument about the Jedi and their kyber-crystals though.

The practices and traditions surrounding beskar are an aspect of the culture, and it would be inappropiate if a beskar armor (a cultural artefact) had been melted to make a lightsaber by some Jedi with no connection to Mandalorian culture, but that outright wasn't the case. The Jedi as a group weren't actively sourcing beskar from Mandalorian territories and communities- a member of dual culture made the object and then left it to them.

Again, Jedi stans don’t seem to understand what being mandalorian entails. Tarre Vizla couldn’t have gotten beskar legitimately just by being from there. If he decided that being born on mandalore (but not a mandalorian) meant that he had a right to use their sacred metal without upholding their rules for it then it means he as a jedi committed cultural appropriation.

And aside from the lightsaber, the fact that he walked around in mandalorian armor means he either made it himself with no regard for what wearing it means to mandalorians (which is cultural appropriation), or he convinced an armorer to make it for him by swearing to uphold the mandalorian code, which he would have broken by giving his beskar lightsaber to the other jedi (which would be cultural appropriation).

This has nothing to do with uplifting a side over another and everything to do with which community crossed the boundaries of respect. 

Again, using beskar (mandalorian steel) at all without respecting the law that says it can’t be used by non-mandalorians is already a crossing of that boundary. Jedi stans just have to make up excuses for why it is totally fine for their faves to cross whatever boundary they like.

@jedidruid

Tarre building his lightsaber with Beskar clearly has the same reasoning as with Gungi building his with Brylark Wood. It’s a way for their lightsabers to reflect their birth cultures. It’s literally what every Jedi does, creating a lightsaber that feels right to them.

Yes, and the fact that he thought he had the right to use that metal because it “felt right” to him without also respecting the mandalorian culture’s laws around beskar means he appropriated their culture for his jedi ways.

@smhalltheurlsaretaken

He doesn't say they 'liberated' it (coughRebels), doesn't say they rightfully got it back, he takes pride in the fact that they stole it.

Yes, and then Rebels came out and revealed that things were a lot more complicated than the line by a one-note villain from a previous cartoon made it seem. It happens with long franchises (just look at the EU). Sabine was also from house Vizla and she sure had a lot of reverence for what the saber meant to mandalorians. Deal with it.

@short-wooloo

Beskar is rare, but it is not only found on mandalore/in the mandalore system… 

This is yet another straight-up lie. The Star Wars book confirms that beskar is only found in the Mandalore system. It is also knows as “Mandalorian Steel” precisely for this reason. The mandalorians were genocided by the Empire for the express purpose of strip-mining their planet for beskar. Din Djarin has an ongoing quest to find and return as much beskar to mandalorians as he can because the only way a non-mandalorian can get their hands on beskar is by benefiting from the genocide of his people.

So the fact that this guy wants to claim that it exists on other systems not only to deny that they have any right to be upset by other people using it but also to push his own headcanon to make their concerns even less legitimate....yikes.

#star wars #star wars meta #mandalorians #jedi #anti-jedi #kinda #honestly I think they just made a cultural oopsie because they didn't understand what keeping that weapon meant to them #but by God the jedi-stans are so fucking annoying about making their faves pure and perfect in every scenario #they demand that everyone take their fake-group so seriously but make constant excuses when asked to do the same #it's tiresome #jedi critical

[skorchinq]

Bows Only: Third Time’s the Charm

[IDs in alt text]

Not only did we have a free Faruzan and a Ganyu banner in 3.6, but 3.7 brought the Ibis Piercer bow in the event and the third Yoimiya banner since this account began. Which of these banners will prove fruitful? Will we get Ganyu? Will Yoimiya finally come home after dodging us twice? Let’s find out...

First thing’s first, finally did the ascension quest! It brought us up to world level 7 and AR 52-- but nearly 53.

and of course, it didn’t take much longer to actually reach 53...

After this, I did something I haven’t done on this account in a long time... I actually played the Archon quest.

Excuse me sir... sir?

Got this crazy screenshot with two Paimons. Woah

Omgoose Hi Kujou Saraaaa hi hiiiii :3

I once again forgot my name was DavidBowie and choked

But anyways look at this incredible Ganyu piece I got!!

Our first max ascension character has got to be Amber, of course. And we’ve finally done it!

We even made some progress in the Abyss!

And after ages, I finally got the Inazuman craftable bow. It’ll be good for Yoimiya... one day...

We got the Liyue statues all the way up to Level 9! Which means we can finally complete chapter 8 of the adventurer’s handbook!

We’re pretty close to finishing chapter 9, too...

Oh I forgot about this until I found the screenshot making this post... this had me cackling. Someone joined my world, asked one question, and left...

idk guys, they may claim to be a simple wanderer who idolizes Kaeya_bulge26 on tiktok, but I kinda get the feeling that... do you think they might actually be Kaeya_bulge26 on tiktok??? I dunno...

Anyway I finished chapter 9

And got Tartag to max ascension!

And Kujou Sara to max friendship!

I then got a 5* on the standard banner! Can you guess who it was?

I hate everything

Back to the Archon Quest! Hi Teppei!!!

Bye Teppei I left to do the Brewing Developments Event

Ok we’re back! Hi Gorou!

Also this guy...

Don’t lie to me Nathan. I know what you are

Yes that’s right. Our time to fight side by side with Gorou has finally come. Not like he’s been here since the very beginning or anything

Venti’s max ascended!!

And I got a northlander billet fighting Boreas! since we already have all 3 bows that use it, we’ll use this to refine Amber’s weapon.

Teppei you goof

Gorou is max friendship as well!

It was then... that we finally got Ganyu!!

and a couple Fischl cons to boot!

And oh Archons we are at World Level 8.

Well, it should be no issue now that we have Ganyu. She’s strong, graceful, and most of all...

She’s great for collecting pigeon meat :)

Anyway. I got another gold on the standard banner, but unfortunately it ended up being nothing more than weapon fodder...

After that, we did the Interdarshan Championship event and got our free Faruzan!

I scrambled to get that event done in a single day... and in 3.7, the King of Invocations event was the same. tbh I was pretty burnt out w/ genshin for a while, I probably would have skipped the 3.7 event entirely if it weren’t for the fact that it gave a bow. I didn’t even bother to screenshot it cause it was late and I forgor. I did get it tho. It’ll be a nice Tighnari weapon when we get him.

And of course, given my pity was reset when I got Ganyu and I wasn’t playing much, it should come as no surprise that... yeah, I didn’t get Yoimiya on her banner. I did get her somewhere else, though!

You can’t escape me in TCG, at least.

Hey, we’ll get her next time. Fourth time’s the charm, right?

Now, 4.0′s coming up, and we’ve got both Yelan and Lyney to go for... I’m going to pull for Yelan first, but should we manage to get her I’ll pull for Lyney after! Since starting this account a year ago, we’ve lost every single 50/50 to Jean... but this patter will finally change on Fontaine. I believe it! I’m manifesting it!!! We WILL get Yelan!!! ...or at least lose the 50/50 to Tighnari instead!

Look, my standards are really low at this point. I just want bow characters man

Also fun fact! I’ve been trying to post this update for literal weeks, but I was experiencing some uhhh. technical difficulties

See, the post editor on web doesn’t let me add alt text. Everywhere on the internet says that there should be an icon with three dots you can click to add the alt text but there. is not. It doesn’t matter if I hover over or click the image, it doesn’t change, there is no icon to click on the image anywhere. But that was fine because it still worked just fine on mobile! So what I’d do for previous posts in this series is make the first draft of the post on web (because that’s where all the screenshots are), save, and then go back and edit the draft on mobile, adding alt text IDs then.

And here’s where the problem arises: recently, for no apparent reason, I can no longer edit or post drafts on Tumblr mobile. I can view my drafts. I can open them. I can change things. But no matter if I hit save changes or post now or anything else, Tumblr then experiences an error, it doesn’t post, and none of my changes are saved. It just goes back in my drafts the way it was before I edited it.

So, if I can’t edit drafts on mobile, I’ll have to do it on web. I quickly tested to make sure it worked, and it did! But I still. can’t add alt text in the tumblr post editor.

Until I had the idea to add alt text not through the post editor but through the Inspect element! Once again, I tested it out and it seemed to work. Adding alt text through the inspect element on web and then saving caused that alt text to show up when viewing the draft on another device! So, I finally was able to finish the post! Literally the day Fontaine drops!

I’m thinking of liveblogging my Yelan pulls. Which will be in like half an hour lol. So! Stay tuned for that!

#Bows Only #Genshin Impact #Ganyu #Gorou #Kujou Sara #Yoimiya

[borbealis]

Dear @bookfansworld happy belated holidays! I hope they were healthy (we had sickness and some family members found that bothersome- henceforth I will always wish good health) and happy!

The drabble below is your Byler Secret Santa gift! I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it and learned a lot in the process. ❤️

(#no beta we die like men #fantasy #byler #angst? #fluff? #idk how to tag things actually)

In which one Will Byers is trying to understand one Mike Wheeler.

Byler Fantasy AU Drabble

“What was that?” Will demanded coming to stand in front of Mike who was rooting around in his saddle bag for a rag.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Mike said.

“Don’t be like that. You know what I’m talking about.”

Mike was silent and refused to look Will in the eyes, choosing instead to busy himself using the rag he had found to clean the blood off of his sword.

Will stared him down. “Why did you push me aside?” He asked. Mike shifted on his feet but kept his eyes trained on his hands as he carefully slid his rag along the edge of the blade. “I had it under control, Mike! You almost got yourself killed jumping between us like that!” Will shouted.

“Will!” Mike said finally bringing his eyes up to meet Will’s. “Would you just leave it alone?”

For a moment neither of them spoke. Will’s hands were clenched at his side. His face resigned. “I thought you were different than the others.” He said, breaking the silence. “I thought you trusted me to protect myself and to ask when I need help.”

“I do.” Mike said defensively.

“Then why did you push me aside?” Will asked. An unreadable expression flashed across Mike’s face and his hand tightened around the hilt of his sword where he held it at his side.

“Mike, please. I don’t understand.” Will said quietly.

“You really want to know?” Mike asked.

“Yes.”

“Fine.” The sound of metal scraping against metal rang out in the silence as he slid his sword into its scabbard. “I did it out of duty. Duty to the crown—to your mother.” Mike folded his arms across his chest. “I did it because you’re the crown prince now, and ever since Jonathan died I-” Mike faltered then continued more slowly. “The Queen has spoken with me about the importance of your safety. She requested that I be willing to do whatever is necessary to ensure that you survive this quest.” Will’s face had gone pale at Mike’s words, but Mike continued. “If it had been her choice alone, she never would have allowed you to come.” Mike paused a moment then added, “If it had been my choice, I wouldn’t have either.”

“I see.” Will said stiffly. “So, you don’t trust me after all. That was just a lie.”

“What? No, it wasn’t!”

“It was! It was a lie because if it were true, you wouldn’t share my mother’s feelings. You wouldn’t say that you believed I could handle myself and then wish that you could have left me home!”

“That’s just- that’s just not true! You don’t understand.”

“I don’t? Then explain it to me.” Will countered.

“I- ” Mike stopped. He wore an uncharacteristically vulnerable expression on his face. “I can’t.” He whispered. Disappointment filled Will’s face.

“Why are you lying to me, Mike?” Will asked softly. “What happened to us?” He shook his head and turned away from Mike, walking towards his horse that was tethered to a tree a few steps beyond Mike’s.

Mike felt guilt set in immediately as he watched Will walk away. He noted the tense set of his shoulders and the way his hands moved in short, abrupt motions as he examined his horse’s tack—tightening straps and making sure each buckle was safely fastened. Mike groaned and kicked the ground in frustration.

“We should keep going,” Will said over his shoulder. He untied his horse’s reigns from the low branch they were fastened to and swung himself up into his saddle in one graceful motion. He gently nudged his horse forward until it was standing near Mike. “Are you coming?” Will asked. He sat on top of his horse looking down at Mike from above. His posture was immaculate even while riding and at the moment he looked every bit the royal that he was. Mike had never felt the distance between them so strongly.

Mike shook his head. He suddenly felt that if he didn’t explain everything to Will now, he would never get the opportunity again. “I’d like to try and explain myself again if you’ll give me a second chance.” Mike said. Will’s face was a picture of confusion, but he nodded.

“No lies this time?”

“No lies.”

“Alright.” Will agreed hesitantly.

Mike felt sick with apprehension, but he knew he couldn’t change his mind now. It would leave Will even more hurt. Mike didn’t want to be the cause of that again and he owed Will the truth. He begged the powers that be, if there was such a thing, that what he was about to say would be received well even though he knew it could never be reciprocated.  

“I shouldn’t have said what I did just now.” Mike said softly. “It may have started out that way, as a role that I performed out of duty alone, but now-” Mike took a deep breath. His heart felt as though it would beat right out of his chest. “For you I would risk everything—life and limb. Whether you were a prince or not. Even if I had never sworn an oath to the crown.” Will’s eyes widened and his mouth parted on a breath his horse began to shuffle its feet uneasily. Mike wasn’t sure if he had just created a chasm between them that he would never be able to bridge but now that he had started, he couldn’t stop and he rushed on to explain himself.

“When I was younger all I ever wanted was to be seen. To belong. I didn’t think I would ever have that… I came close to it with the party but even then, I always felt that there was something missing. When the Queen elected me to lead the party assigned to protect you things changed. I met you.” Mike stepped forward and took hold of Will’s horse by the bridle. He held it still and gently stroked its neck in an effort to calm it down. “I got to know you and knowing you changed me. You changed me. And just now when I said those things… I didn’t-” he faltered.

“I was afraid of the truth.” He said. “Because the truth is, I love you, Will. And I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you. I could never forgive myself. And if you were gone—I’m not sure I remember how to live without you.”

“Mike,” Will said softly.

“You don’t have to say anything, Will.” Mike said. He scrubbed his hand gently between the ears of Will’s horse and avoided Will’s eyes.

“I want to.” Will huffed. He dismounted and came to stand next to Mike. When Mike still refused to look at him, Will reached up and took hold of Mike’s hand where it had gone motionless against his horse’s neck. Mike’s eyes flew to his in surprise and Will smiled. “I feel the same way, Mike.” Mike’s mouth fell open in surprise and Will laughed.

“Did you think I was going to hate you?” Will asked.

“I was afraid you would.” Mike admitted.

“I couldn’t bring myself to hate you even if I wanted to, Mike. Even just now I couldn’t have hated you even though I was so upset. You’re the most important person to me in the whole world, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I love you.”

“I think you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” Mike said softly.

“Really?”

“Definitely.” Mike said. He threaded their fingers together and smoothed his thumb over Will’s knuckles. “May I kiss you?” Mike asked shyly.

“I would like that.” Will replied with a smile.

#byler secret santa #byler secret santa 2022 #bylersecretsanta2022 #byler #i haven’t written anything in FOREVER #so this is very very rusty #not to mention i have never been a very good writer to begin with so #anyway at least it got done #between all the craziness of the holdiays plus sickness plus now a wedding and also packing for school- life has been busy #i’m falling asleep in bed so i’m gonna post and then sleep #i’m gonna set the bar really low and say that i hope it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever read #also please forgive whatever happened to the formatting #nikita writes

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Pretend I Am || Zhongli

note: hi! This is super indulgent for some reason because I just wanted to write this so bad. Thank you @reddriot and @etegomanere for betaing!

Warnings: spoilers for archon quests (?) angst, insecurity, identity crisis

WC: 5.1k

Synopsis: After his first love joined dust once again, Zhongli can’t help but believe she’s still here, through you.

Staring into a mirror wasn’t the same as it was before. An image was put into your head, your mind playing tricks upon tricks that got you dizzy just thinking about it.

Many tales of the God of Dust were passed down from generation to generation. Your family seemed to be fond of her stories, especially hearing about the creation of the Guizhong Ballista.

The more you heard of her, the more you wanted to be her. She was your idol as a young child. A woman building something was not commonly heard of at that age, but it was possible.

Now at the ripe age of 24, you despised hearing of her.

Glaze lilies.

How horrid, yet so beautiful. Delicate shades of blue sprouting up at you, with a deeper meaning behind the petals that saddened you. Staring down upon them, you were drawn to them despite having harsh thoughts of these flowers. When the sun went down and the moon took over, you would be home and have glaze lillies in your vase by the window.

Amber eyes would stare at you from the hallway, drinking in your appearance. The funeral consultant, Zhongli, would look on with a rather perplexed and sorrowful expression. The amount of times he found you with Glaze Lilies by your side was enough for a pain to form in your chest.

And that’s how it started. Something as simple as a flower was able to ruin your own image.

Accidentally slips of the name would be heard, causing your head to perk up at the sudden change. Not long after, formal apologies would be sent your way, gloved fingers would intertwine with yours, thumbs rubbing your knuckles.

It felt as if you weren’t enough. Hearing her name felt like a spear being thrown through your heart, ironic because the one saying her name was Rex Lapis himself.

Many times Zhongli would go on a tangent, speaking about the era eons ago; the two gods ruling over Guili Plains. It never bothered you, but by the way he spoke so highly of her, how his voice got more soft to the point where it sounded like he was whispering; you knew he wasn’t over her.

And all you could do was listen with a sad smile and nod your head to the things he spoke about.

In Zhongli’s eyes, you were beautiful, ethereal, and intelligent.

Just like Guizhong.

-

Your words seem like idle chatter in the back of his mind as he peers over at you from the sofa in the main lounge of your shared house. Your back to him, hands moving to grab things. There’s a slight downward curve to his lips, his gloved finger tapping away at his knee as if concentrating.

His golden eyes take notice of the dress you’re wearing. A shade of white with intrigue designs at the bottom. The forsaken flower that seemed to the base of his problems, shined like gold in his vision.

With slightly widened eyes, he leans forward, his hand balled. His calm breathing changes to something shaky, a small pant leaving his mouth. His vision becomes cloudy, tears threatening to spill past his lower lids. The Archon wants to reach out and grasp, wanting to make sure she’s safe forever.

But dreams could hardly become reality.

“Zhongli,” she whispers, a concerned look plastered on her face as she turns around to gaze at him. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” He recognizes the sleeves from her dress; something he made poked fun at her for being too big. But for some reason, he can’t see her features. All he can take notice is the Glaze Lilly tucked behind her ear, holding a strand in place.

He’s unable to say anything and blinks, the tear trickling down his face as he stares one more time.

“Zhongli,” you call out for once more, taking a seat beside him on the sofa. “What’s wrong, my love?” you whisper, cupping his cheek.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is raspy, eyes looking down at the floor. “I’m sorry..”

“W-What are you even sorry for? What did you do?”

And he doesn’t tell you. He composes himself and says he’s out for a walk, alone.

From that night on, he never brought up what happened. But you weren’t stupid; you knew what was going on.

It was growing harder for you to stare at your reflection. It felt as if your face was a lie— like you were being lied too. The longer you gazed at the mirror, the more you got confused. In the eyes of everyone, they see a young adult woman with unique features that could make her desirable to any man in Liyue.

But in your own, you couldn’t even see yourself. All you could see was the stem, leaves and petals of a Glaze Lilly. No matter where, no matter what, it was there.

She was there— someone you looked up to in your childhood years.

Your fingers hesitantly stroke the glass of the mirror, feeling the cold underneath your fingertips. They trace the outline of your cheek, to your eyes, to the curve of your nose. It wasn’t you.

“Who are you pretending to be?” you whisper, taking a step back as it becomes clear.

Staring back at you was a faceless woman, though she wore a frown identical to your own. Her clothes were drastically different from your own. Gold and white silk robes adore her upper body, the only thing your eyes can grasp. The woman seemed strangely distant, something that you couldn’t quite comprehend, something that wasn’t you.

Your hand shakily lifts to your face, your skin warm to the touch. Your chest heaves slowly, deeply inhaling as you exhale, pinching the skin of your cheek. It feels all too real.

Your hands travel over your shoulders to your chest; the clothing of your night time wear does not feel the same as the silk robes she is wearing. It feels too real, yet the person in front of you threw your sense of reality for a loop.

You admire your hand, staring at the palm and the back. It looked as if you were first staring at your limbs like you never have before.

“Guizhong,” you whisper, one hand gripping the counter of the sink, your body leaning forward to stare closely. A yellow stem catches your attention, eyes gazing at the flower in her hair. Mesmerized, you place your hand on your head, feeling for the petals.

In the reflection, she has a petal in between her fingers, rubbing it gently. But you— you’re rubbing nothing but a few strands of your hair. Disappointment runs through your veins, hand dropping back by your side.

Your mind is swirling with thoughts that scare you. The feeling of not being able to recognize yourself was driving you up the well. They were hallucinations, you knew that. You wanted them gone.

You wanted to be able to stare at yourself, to truly be able to do that and speak with confidence and say it’s you.

Now you aren’t able to do that.

Who are you?

-

You never told Zhongli how you felt about yourself; you didn’t want him worrying. Chances are he probably will never know.

A night out was something you desperately needed and that, Zhongli gave you. Not one for fancy things, you told him just going to Wanmin Restaurant would be enough for the two of you.

It was back to the good days when you first got with him. Laughter was shared between the two of you, looks of love and adoration was sent your way. His hand resting on your thigh, giving it an occasional squeeze as he speaks about the interesting history about Liyue (even though you practically knew everything already).

When it’s your turn to speak, you speak with confidence. He loved hearing the words effortlessly flow from your mouth. You knew how to hold up a conversation and draw someone in.

Not to mention how extremely intelligent you were. You talked about inventing things that no man has ever thought of but never brought yourself to do so. Maybe there could have been a weapon to protect Liyue from monsters now with the Archon gone.

“And then if that’s even possible...” you trail off, a sparkle in your eyes as your hands are lively, emphasizing your points. Zhongli can’t help but pay more attention once you talk about inventions. Maybe you could build something like the Guizhong Ballista? But then again, she was one of the smartest women in his lifetime.

He takes his eyes off the woman beside him for a second, watching the waiters pass him with trays of delicious Liyue delicacies being served to other customers. He glanced back over, freezing in his spot.

Guizhong continued to talk, letting out a sigh of defeat, her head hanging forward that showed her being displeased. “It seems almost impossible at this point.”

Instead of getting emotional like the last time, he lets out a hum, then chuckles. “You’re an intelligent woman,” he tells her, looking down at their plates of food that’s almost wiped clean. “I’m positive you’ll manage it.”

“You really think so, Morax?”

“Huh?” That catches his attention, his head snapping back over to the woman. “What did you say?”

“I said you really think so, Zhongli?” Your eyebrows are furrowed, lips pursed ever so faintly as you shift in your seat. “Are you okay? You seem out of it.”

He’s unable to answer, staring down at you with a frown. From your view, he looks disappointed. “Forgive me, I don’t mean to make you repeat yourself but...did you say Morax?”

You’re confused. You have no idea what he’s talking about.

“No,” you start, tilting your head to the side faintly, “I didn’t say Morax...maybe you’re hearing things. We can go back home if you’re not feeling good.”

“No, that won’t be necessary.” He lets out a sigh, closing his eyes for a split second before reopening. “Maybe I’m a little tired. It’s okay, darling. I’m fine really. Let’s just enjoy ourselves for the night.”

The calm and collected man did not seem okay, but you decided it was best if boundaries weren’t pushed tonight. “Alright,” you say with a small smile, grabbing his hand, squeezing gently. “If you say so.”

“I know so.” He leans closer, his hot breath against the shell of your ear, the hairs on your neck standing up. “You seem to doubt me on many occasions. Why is that?”

You scoff lightly, rolling your eyes as you turn your head to face him. “Oh stop it. You know I never doubt you.”

“If you say so.”

“I know so,” you say, copying his words moments prior; cupping his cheek and stroking his skin with the pad of your finger. “I love you, Zhongli,” you whisper, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. His eyes flutter close, his hand dropping to rest on your waist, reciprocating the kiss.

And I…

That little incident of him hearing his old name did not go unnoticed. Throughout the day you would catch him staring at you like he was lost. His mouth would be slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed to the point where a small wrinkle formed in between them. Whenever you called him out on it, he would lightly shake his head to get his sense of reality straight again before brushing it off.

“Zhongli? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, my love.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Of course this worried you to no end. Maybe he was tired?

Maybe he was looking at someone?

Someone who wasn’t you.

-

A night stroll was something you both enjoyed immensely. The soft light of the moon gazing down at you, lighting up the dirt path of Dihua Marsh. No words were spoken between the two of you, rather enjoying the serene silence.

Your eyes focus on the trail in front of you, the leaves of the Sandbearer tree wisp in the cool air of the night. As you venture forward, you lightly kick the pebbles that rest by your foot, watching them roll forward or to the side. You earn a chuckle from the older man beside you; his eyes focused straight ahead.

There’s no definite place you’re headed too. At this point, you might as well be stuck here for the rest of the night.

At this time, monsters roam around, but tonight feels different. It feels as if you don’t have to watch every empty space of land to make sure nothing comes at you. There’s a churning in your gut, but you can’t put your finger on it.

Your eyes catch onto the river on the left side of the trail, the reflection of the moon evident in the rippling water. “That’s pretty,” you state softly, looking up at your lover, “don’t you think?”

“Mhm. I do believe it’s very beautiful,” he says, voice gruff and firm. His ponytail moves with every step he takes, the auburn color at the tips glowing slightly— something that wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“This area used to be pure, untouched by wandering monsters, bearing their hands on any living thing. That of course was what happened before the rest of the Gods decided to take seat upon the divine.”

Divine was Celestia. You heard numerous stories told by storytellers that stay in the small restaurant in Liyue. Each story was unique— not like the other. Many citizens of Liyue often got into bickers when it came to telling the ‘true’ story.

The God of Salt’s people refused to call the Geo Archon by his name. Morax was basically poison to them. They believe Havaria was murdered out of sheer jealousy. But of course, that wasn’t true.

When you first heard the story by none other than him himself, you were in awe. Despite the brutality and casualties placed upon god after god and innocent citizens, it left you with nothing but questions.

“Man is known to let their greed take over every ounce of them. Of course, me being ruler over Guili Plains at the time, I had no choice but to protect my people...then the death of Guizhong–” He stops talking, tongue peeking out and licking his lower lip.

You take notice where you’re at now.

A small field of Glaze Lilies.

You watch his shoulders rise slowly as he inhales deeply before exhaling, letting his head fall back as he turns his face to the sky, eyes closed.

“I’m sure you remember me speaking about the Memory of Dust correct?” You nod to his question, following him quite closely as he begins to walk once more, hands behind his back.

“She gave it to me a few months after we met. It’s something no mortal can handle. Even I wasn’t able to open it. I spent months on end, trying my best to open the mystery that was contained inside. It was truly a challenge. But of course, she was a woman with extreme intelligence. Guizhong was the brain for the two of us.”

And thus Zhongli continued to speak highly of her. He shared the moments when the God of Dust. Cloud Retainer and himself would meet up for tea and lunch in Mt.Aozang. He spoke when they would take walks together in Dihua Marsh, walking through the glaze lilies; listening to her sing at the blooming flowers.

Hearing him talk about his previous lover set a fire within you. Insecurity ran through your veins when he would smile, bringing up something else that came into his mind. It made you feel as if you weren’t enough at this very moment.

But, it made you feel loved.

A warmth blossomed in the pit of your chest, your body feeling light and relaxed. The way his eyes sparkled to the way he gestured— everything just seems so perfect. Your lips curled up in a smile as you gazed up at him lovingly, your heart skipping a few beats to the nervous feeling in your stomach.

You were in love.

It was as if he was praising you. You were the intelligent woman, the most beautiful being in Teyvat all those years ago. Generous, kind, thoughtful. Each of those words, you thought it was for you.

You were going deeper and deeper into a hole you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of. Love was something that was meant to be cherished, but was also the more cruel thing a human being can go through.

Love made people blind, and you were one of love’s victims.

“She sounded amazing,” you comment, running your hands through the spot of glaze lilies you’re currently sitting in, the cool green grass rubbing against the palm of your skin.

“She was extraordinary.”

You hum in return, closing your eyes as a cool breeze whooshes by you, goosebumps littering your arms as you shudder under the cold. With the wind, the blades of grass danced under the air, the nearby flowers swaying.

Zhongli peers down at your seated form with the flowers. He watches with intent eyes, looking at the way your hands hold the plant, careful as if it were a form of porcelain.

He can’t help but feel sad as you stroke the blue petals with the tip of your finger, a faint smile on your lips. He pondered to himself; why were you staring up at him with a dumb founded look of love? Surely he wasn’t saying anything great at that moment.

He can recall the way you stared at him with half lidded eyes, like you were dozing off in your own dream state.

It throws him for a whirl. These past few weeks messed with his head— more than anything has in his life.

“Glaze Lilies were her favorite, huh?” you spoke up, bringing it closer to your nose, sniffing as the aroma filled your senses, a pleased sigh passing your lips. Your fingers mess with the stem, no thorns popping out from it.

“They… yes indeed they were.”

It’s silent for a moment before a hum breaks the silence.

Sitting in a small field of Glaze Lillies in Dihua Marsh, you hummed softly to yourself as you become one with the flowers in your mind. If all of Teyvat was silent enough, your melody could reach all ears; the young and the old.

A sheer screen of white flashes before Zhongli’s eyes, blinding the archon for a split second before his eyes snap open, a small pant leaving his lips.

It’s no longer night. The sun has risen for the day, the rays shining down on him.

His arms feel slightly heavy as he gazes down, notice the black and gold lines littering his arms; the color of Geo glowing with each second. He checks his palms then the back, taking notice of the white robe he now wore along with his slightly baggy pants and no shoes.

Unsure, he slowly lifts a hand to the top of his head, feeling a sharp pole coming from under the hood. His horns stood up, tall and proud for everyone to know that this was Rex Lapis.

It’s quiet among the trails in Dihua Marsh. Something catches his eye as he turns his head, noticing the small traces of civilization.

“Odd...everything was in ruin after the war,” he mutters to himself, the dirt rubbing against his bare feet.

Instead of being near the field like he was moments ago, he’s rather far away; the patch of flowers in the distance. Morax is confused as to how he ended over here but decided not to comment.

With each step he takes, the rocks buried in the ground poke at his feet, making him wince faintly in pain. He most definitely recalls wearing shoes before coming out in the open.

Everything now seems to be beautiful, at peace. Nothing was out of the ordinary, the old statues were up, not a single crack on them.

The walk seems to last a millennia to the God of Contracts but eventually reaches the green patch that leads to the blooming flowers.

The first thing he takes sight is the clothed back of what looks like a woman who happens to be sitting in the field. The second thing he notices is a flower of Liyue that rests in her hand.

As he gets closer, his ears catch the melody the woman is singing. It tugs at the strings of his heart, yet drags him deeper into the hole of curiosity .

The red baggy robes are the things he recognizes on the spot. The sleeves are far too large for this lady, the white belt that is loosely wrapped around her waist that gives the idea of carelessness; but the way she moves, the way her voice reaches his ears.

There’s no doubt in his mind.

He gets closer and closer with each note she hits before he’s only three steps away from her. His pupils are dilated, his hand reaching out to grasp.

It’s only seconds until he feels a droplet trickle down his face, dropping to the grass underneath him. One tear turns into two, then three until he’s quietly crying behind the woman, remembering every note.

His arms that glowed have now dimmed, faded from its bright color. His head is hung forward, shoulders slugged as he lets out a shaky breath, bangs brushing against his forehead.

“You know, you don’t have to stand right there and stare.”

“P-Pardon?” Morax stutters, lifting his head up to see the woman’s head turned faintly to where he can see the outline of her nose.

“I said,” she started, her voice soft yet demanding, “you don’t have to stand and stare like that. You can approach me too.”

“My mistake,” Morax clears his throat, one hand wiping away the clear liquid from his cheek. “I hope I didn’t frighten you.”

She lets out a laugh that makes his heart flutter. “You didn’t scare me. I was able to sense you when you were back there by the old tree. You have a very powerful presence, Morax.”

“I’ve been told that before by old friends of mine.” He peered down at her, taking in the shape of her nose. “Might I ask, what’s your name?”

“My name?” She asks, not giving him what he wanted. “And why might you need that?”

“Well shouldn’t every god know one another?”

She’s silent for one second before nodding. “I suppose you’re right.”

“My name is—“ she tells him but he doesn’t quite catch it. He asks for it once more but does not hear it again. Morax rubs his ear gently before noticing that she’s standing up; back to him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Morax. I think we’ll get along just fine,” her bare feet move in the grass blades, her body beginning to turn.

The wind gets knocked out of his chest, lips parted in shock. A face he’s been trying to remember for eons— isn’t the same as it was.

Her eyes sparkled, a gentle smile on her lips as she approached him. Her features were unique, something that looks awfully familiar but cannot put his tongue on it.

“Don’t you think?” Her head tilts to the side, lifting a Glaze Lily in front of their face. His bright eyes can’t even stare at the plant, fixated on her face that he seemed to see every day of his current life.

“I…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to answer me just yet, Zhongli.”

“What?” He asks in a whisper, voice barely audible to her ears. “What are you talking about?”

“I know, Zhongli.”

There’s a dull ache in his frontal, a hand clutching his forehead with a wince, eyes squeezed shut.

So many things hit him like a meteor. His head is spiraling, his heart feels as if it could burst out of his chest at any second. All he wants to do it lay down on the floor and let everything wash away. That seems like the best option.

“Zhongli...”

His eyes flutter open, adjusting to the now dark setting of Dihua Marsh. Clear liquid cascades down his face as he quickly scans the area. The old traces of civilization were now gone, the area nothing more than flora and fauna; the statues broken down.

“Zhongli.”

Your voice catches his attention, your body standing right in front of him, holding a glaze Lilly in front of your face.

It clicks in his brain for only a second when he sees the tear slipping down your face.

But the thing that throws him off the most is that beautiful smile you’re wearing.

Smiling through the pain as you told yourself many times in the past month. Your sad eyes aren’t even staring at him, rather looking at the petals that seemed to weigh as much as the rocks that surrounded the area.

Seeing your current state set off a small alarm within him. His hand as if automated too, reaches out and cups your cheek, a gloved thumb rubbing against the soft skin.

“What’s wrong?”

“This whole time–” Your voice is shaky, unstable as you steer your gaze to stare into his golden eyes. “–I was confusing myself to no end. Every night I would walk up the mirror and try to figure myself out but I never could. When I closed my eyes, I couldn’t see anything but this...this flower. It was all I saw.”

When you spoke, your smile never faltered. In all honesty, it was starting to get him a bit frightened at how calm yet broken you were.

“It wasn’t me.”

“Maybe you’re just tired?” he suggests, worried about your wellbeing. “You might be stressing yourself too—” You cut him off with a shake of your head, reaching up and cupping both of his cheeks, the stem rubbing against his skin.

“When you close your eyes… I know who you pretend I am.”

At this moment, his vision is blurry as more tears form before slipping past his lower eyelids. He’s unable to see your face, blinking the tears away, but more form in their wake. He’s unable to see you.

“I don’t understand what you mean...”

“I know who you pretend I am, and it’s okay.” Your lips brush against his own for a second, your tears mixing with his own.

Through his tears, he catches a glimpse of your face. To him, you look devastated. Your lips are down in a frown, your head hung forward with your body hunched just a tad, hands by your side. To him, you look done.

But you, you’re far from it.

The circumstances of the now don’t affect you as they did when you first caught onto the strange behavior. The longing glances, how he would spend his hours of the night trying to open the dumbbell that contained her wisdom. Not to mention the slip ups of her name being said rather than her own. Even in his sleep, you could hear him calling for her once in a while.

“I’m not upset. It took me a while to accept it but...I’m ready.” You bring the flower to your nose, taking a whiff then presenting it to him.

Once again the archon stares at you with a dumb founded look, something that was strange to see on him. He can’t say anything as you look forever different in his eyes.

It’s like your body was split in half, making two completely different people. The right side staring at him was Guizhong. His first lover and former ruler of the Guili Plains. Her eyes were sad with a smile, her body stiff as all she could do was stare at him.

The left was his current lover. Someone who went through months of denial, confusion and hurt. Your eyes shone as you offered nothing but a flower and your love and devotion to him.

Two women that happened to be one.

Yet one outshined the other.

“I’m ready to be who you want me to be.” Your hand runs up his face, tucking the stem of the flower behind his ear that now takes a seat in his black hair. “No matter how you see me as, my love for you can never change.”

Zhongli feels his heart flutter at your words and the small laugh that slips past your lips when you catch his look. Yet each time he closes his eyes, your face becomes blurry before going normal. Your clothes change, and so does the style of your hair. Everything changes once he closes his eyes to get his reality set straight.

I know who you pretend I am.

“Even if I’m not Guizhong, I’ll be her for as long as you need...until I die. I’ll always be here, Morax,” you whisper, gazing at his lips before pressing yours against his. Your arms slither around his neck, cradling the back of his neck.

Morax melts into the kiss, his arms encircling your waist bringing you flushed against him.

In his mind, he’s standing in Guili Plains with the sun shining down at him, the God of Dust currently in his arms as their people cry in joy that they found a safe place to live— two caring gods to watch over them forever and protect them from harm's way.

All the worries were thrown out the door as the now is most important to him.

But now, he’s standing in a field covered with the most beautiful flowers known to man, their petals swaying with the sudden harsh wind that hits against him and his lover.

After eons of waiting and in sorrow, Morax now has what he desired the most once the chaos of the Archon War was finished. To hold the one most important close again.

Unbeknownst to him, a single tear slips down your face as you begin to revel in the new identity you gave yourself. Pain will continue to surge through your veins but you could care less.

If Morax was happy, you will continue to be happy for him.

For you are Guizhong, the God of Dust. Lover of Morax.

I love you, Morax.

And I love you too, Guizhong...

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Everything below was made by Me, Eye, and Ethan over the course of like 3 days

Thank you (with additions from sleepy my beloved)

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Okay

So

Wilbur isn’t the oldest

Techno is

But it’s a war run empire, they take pride in their troops and armies and triumphs

The soldiers come first

So Techno is the commander in chief , the general

Wilbur, second born

Is heir to the throne

To the diplomatic side of the empire

and Tommy Gets shit

He doesn’t even understand why Phil had another kid

Of course there is the situation where Techno or Wilbur dies, or one of them steps down, but it won’t happen

Was he really born to be the understudy

he was born as a backup

Tommy was an accident but they’re not gonna let the public know that

like he's the Zuko

Phil doesn't really pay attention to him so his mother picks up the slack

Wilbur is 21

Techno’s 23

Tommy’s 17

However I have a really good idea for prince Tommy, just like what if he doesn’t like the way that people treat him? Like he doesn’t want all these yes men he wants to be he wants to be told now, he want somebody to tell him he that’s against the rules he just wants him like structure he just want someone to hate him he want someone to not like him and say no and tell him that he’s stupid which is why he does all of the stupid shit that he does

Ever since he was like 4

Everyone has said yes

He wants to defy them

He wants to just do something to make someone say no

That and he lowkey

He wants ~~Phil~~ Wilbur to pay attention to him

Is a Little Shit who causes so many problems on purpose to try and find someone who will push back against him

He wants someone to give him structure and discipline but overall he just wants his family’s attention

He’s broken shit, thrown temper tantrums, he’s started fights and he’ll he’s even snuck out and stole things

He’s never been stopped

People consider him snobby and spoiled

He's a brat

He gets everything he wants, but he doesn’t really want it, he just asks to see if they’ll tell him no

Tubbo = Stable Boy

Ranboo = Prince of another country (probably the americas)

Ranboo could definitely fit the role of an overseas royal prince who Tommy sees as a regal, spoiled, uppity little shit. Like Tubbo, who Tommy sneaks everywhere, has met Ranboo and likes him. Tommy can't possibly see why, he's unbearable.

Bench Trio = Best freinds

I think that Tommy and his brothers were always very very close

they just have jobs and shit

They took over Phil's shit

they probably drift apart as they get older, Wilbur and techno have duties and Tommy starts his quest for attention, they grow apart from their little brother without realizing it

Tommy and his mother (kristin) are always and have continued to be close

she definitely chides him, and tells him quietly to not do things for all of his "misbehaviors"

but there is only so much that she can do, because she has the duty to not make a scene

that and she's not who he's looking for attention from

You may be asking "How is crime recognized, identified, discussed, and atoned for?" more specifically, "Is it a 'you stole my bread so without asking anyone I'm cutting your hand off' or is it the US court system" ~~You may also be Ethan~~

The answer is:

like the UKs

But more like

Okay so the Supreme Judicial system, but Phil (and then Wilbur) has teh final say

Court system, but with Phil overseeing everything

instead of a judge

HOWEVER, that's in the national level

in smaller villages, its more of the cut your hand off system

because the judicial system isn't regulated

So bonus questions:

Punishments and the identification of whether a crime counts as a crime?

soldiers can call crimes out, and citizens can file reports

Phil's not really shit, he just doesn't show Tommy any attention because he's busy with the other two

Just honestly doesn't even care about most shit Tommy does

Like, doesn't pay attention to it until it affects him, he's busy running a country and training the boys to running a country

I don’t think they (the brothers) realize how badly everything is affecting Tommy

The only one who knows anything about the full extent would be his mom, and she’s in a similar boat to Tommy

Phil doenst really see her much either

Not like she could “Make a Scene” trying to get Phil to pay attention to his youngest, to actually love his child, he’s barely around

Kristin and Phil spend time together at night, but during the day everything is for the cameras

its like the UK royals, how they do shit just for the people

And Phil doenst want to hear about the kids at night, he wants to spend time with his wife

Tommy has stolen a car and will do it again

Just fucking hopped in and took a joyride

With Absolutely No Repercussions

Do you think Phil ever tries to hire like, a nanny or something? In the aftermath of the Car Incident? Yes, and it never worked

Tommy, like 15 at the time, pissed as hell as a random ass woman tries to tell him to go to bed at 8:30 pm

Tommy wants somebody to tell him no but not somebody hired to tell him no mannn

Tommy goes to like parties - like ragers

he has a network of really famous friends like young actors and shit

dude is a party animal, underage drinking, rumors of drugs, he’s the PR Teams worst nightmare, but they’re not going to say anything

The press makes up SO MUCH SHIT

The press once said that he had done cocaine when it was really one of his friends

Tommy adopts two dogs (hello Betty and Walter) without asking either of his parents

Betty is short for Elizabeth

He brings them in off the street

Literal abandoned street dogs and he goes, mine now

He like, walks down the street with sunglasses on, and just doesn't look at anyone as he walks the dogs, who have like black nice leather leashes

The paparazzi always finds him walking the dogs

like a modern celebrity

Mans can and will call the paparazzi on himself - because he is a drama queen ETHAN Tommy voice "hello pa pa. I have hired two new staff, pa pa." "Huh?" "they have found work in this palace as emotional support animals, pa pa." "....ok." tommy voice "he didn't even blink, elizabeth the fourteenth" END OF ETHAN MAKING FUN OF THE BRITISH

By the way just to clear things up with you all, Tommy addresses Phil as "Father"

most of the paparazzi's pictures of Tommy are him flipping the camera off

He poses for them

just sees a camera and fucking sticks his tongue out and flips them off

He’s wearing some atrocious outfit while walking his dogs and he just has a full on fashion photshoot of poses for them

If his dad won’t give him attention at least they will

Tommy befriends some of the staff

he hates a lot of the butlers tbh

thinks they're stuck up

but likes to gossip with the maids, and sit in the kitchen as the chefs cook lunch "Heyyyy, chef!" "Your highness, what is it, are you hungry?" "Can't a man just talk to his chef? Befriend his castle staff?" "Ah."

that and the kitchen gives betty and walter treats

Top ten Prince Thomas microaggressions

Number One: he calls Phil "your highness"

For context, kings are referred to as Your Majesty

He calls Wilbur Your Majesty

It was a joke when they were younger, a habit from then on, but now it’s to spite Phil

Tommy spends an ridiculous amount of money on clothes all at once, purely to see if Phil would yell at him for using the family debit card for it

He never wears the clothes

He doesn’t particularly like any of them anyways

Instead he donate them all anonymously

Tommy may be a brat but he isn’t wasteful

By the time Tommy’s 12 he’s started acting up, and it escalates slowly until he hits 15 where things just start snowballing and he gets worse and worse

he's definitely nicknamed by the press as some sort of party animal or fratboy

a spoiled brat

He’s 16, and he knows his place in the family, he is forgotten and glossed over, but he won’t be ignored, not if he can help it

The Public gives him the attention he wishes his father would give him, he walks his dogs with the paparazzi tailing after him, just hoping that maybe one scandal or one horrible picture will eventually be enough to make his dad actually See him

he'll tell the paparazzi what they want to hear

and give every magazine a story to tell

they notice him

he just wants somebody to tell him no, somebody tell this boy no without being paid to please

Tommy probably has like, pierced his ears or smth. Gotten tattoos.

he has holes in his face yes.

he pierced his ears and his nose

He has a tattoo on the inside of his finger that matches with Tubbo and Ranboo

Maybe the picture of him plastered from last weekend will make his dad reprimand him

Maybe the weed found in his backseat will get his Dad to ground him

Maybe the bottle of fucking pills he was “holding for a friend” but got caught with Will get some sort of reaction

and its not like he's only doing it for attention

he starts it for attention, but he loves it he does

he has fun, he loves his friends, he likes the parties and the air

but, he also loves the attention, he's not gonna lie

Tommy who took adderall at a party once but it didn’t do anything for him, he seemed to function a little better actually

Tommy who knows Techno has adhd and takes adderall for it, Tommy who puts two and two together Bc he’s not fucking dumb

Tommy realizing his dad never cared to even get him diagnosed or treated

and Techno does notice, he does figure it out, but he does either a "hey..." or a "m8 I'll just get you your own if its helpin you focus" and tommy is furious

Tommy's life here is just

'trying to be yelled at HARD MODE'

Just wants to be screamed at, lowkey

I think, Wilbur avoids the tabloids

And the press

And the news

However, his advisors often read him the shit about Tommy - or anything about him

But they never see the pictures

They don’t see the picture of Tommy drunk on a strangers balcony

They don't see how bad it is

Tommy however? LOVES reading what the press has to say about him

Phil sees it however,

And he’s so disappointed

He gives Tommy so many talks but it never works

Because it doesn’t get him to love Tommy, to care about what Tommy does

Not like their mother

And he never makes a scene, not in the way Tommy wants to

It's all about "YOUR RUINING OUR IMAGE"

not: "YOUR RUINING YOUR LIFE"

He never asks if Tommy is ok

He never asks if he’s safe

Tommy's mum however, SO MANY AWKWARD "STAY SAFE" TALKS

He doesn't just fucking jump off shit because of her, he's slightly less reckless so that he can come home alive to her

I just think that Wilbur, no matter how busy, would find time to concerned yell at his baby brother if he were to find out about the pills

Weed and alcohol? Not great but ok.

Pills though?? He is full blown concerned Wilbro there

His brothers care. Their father is busy. He's a jerk sometimes too.

Wilbur does put out the fire a bit

He’s glad Wilbur had his best interest in mind

But man

The news headlines

They do him dirty

Shit like “Prince Tommy Caught Doing Cocaine at Frat Party” really fuck him over

They really just try their best to make him look like shit 95% of the time

Tommy loves it, just a little

Bad press is still press

He laughs at the headline Bc he knows he wasn’t doing cocaine, but Phil doesn’t, wilbur and techno don’t know that

It’s a tense week after that headline is released

His mom doesn’t even know if Tommy would have actually done cocaine

They just don’t know

Kristin asks him

She’s the only one who believes him

I think Wilbur wants to believe him, Techno too

But it’s hard to, especially when you’re not even sure you know your own brother anymore

Wilbur says something along the lines of being disappointed in Tommy, if he thought Tommy was trying to be better

Tommy scoffs and says he is trying, but that it’s real rich of Wilbur to be or entering to care now

This isn’t even the worse headline

One time a blonde kid got picked up from the same party Tommy was at on a stretcher, he had had an allergic reaction

Some shitty journalist saw and automatically assumed it was Tommy

They ran with the story that the prince had fucking overdosed for at least a week

The things they say are close to the truth but not quite

The PR Team tries their best to help but

They don’t even know what’s true or not

Tommy goes on a bender for a week, and walks into their office with coffee and pastries to apologize

They all know that presents mean a rough week of damage control

But Tommy imports them these Bomb ass donuts so

Fair trade really

Also heaven forbid tommy gets seen with a girl

It’s the worst shit

Tommy gets caught, drunk off his ass, pushing a couch out a window

(To be fair the people were moving soon anyways, they didn’t need the couch, it was a going away party)

And the next morning, recalling what he did

He orders up those pastries and calls the coffee place

Swings by to pick up the coffee and picks up the pastries all within the next two hours and delivers them on the third with an apology note

It’s fucking DAMAGE control

Thinking about Tubbo and Ranboo being Tommy’s DDs when they can

They are

When Tommy’s handler isn’t around

Them doing wild shit together but not Wild Shit

Tommy teaches them how to do burnouts and donuts in a fucking lambos in an empty mall parking lot

Ranboo goes everywhere incognito, Tommy practically flaunts his rank, Tubbo is considered a nobody and doesn't have to do anything but show up in casual clothes. He has a uniform for stablework.

Ranboo's parents are approving of his friendship with the fledging prince, as they hope he can wrangle Tommy to regality and he's building positive relations between the two kingdoms.

Phil is disapproving, worried Tommy will taint Ranboo and his rep and cause a tense air between the two kingdoms. Tommy loves Phil's worry, he practically bathes in it, it's the attention he so craves.

Tommy definitely will hold Tubbo's hand when he walks with him, because the headlines all scream Tommy is the gay?? and while he's very incredibly straight, he finds this hysterical.

Ranboo isn't always in Tommy's kingdom and rather spends most of his time at home. He might be second to heir or the crown prince himself, but he does have to spend time in his own country. Tommy face calls him a lot and he and Tubbo are ecstatic when he announces he's going to visit

I imagine he's second to the throne because that means he can focus on building relations instead of training to be king.

Older sibling Fundy, gets chronic illness, and Ranboo has to take over the throne for a bit

One of Tommy's worst stunts was hitching a ride to the Americas/Ranboo's kingdom without telling anyone.

Whether by boat or plane, he was gonna go visit his young king friend no matter what.

I say "young king" but he's still a prince. Just filling in for fundy

But all eyes turn to Ranboo and Ranboo is stumbling with attention he'd never known. Tommy has to help, doesn't he?

He expects such a punishment for stowing away to visit, but the headlines are... positive. Prince Tommy's friendship with Princr Ranboo becomes.... legendary, practically. Tubbo is always excluded from the news, even when he comes with.

Never too fantastical for classism

But no, the headlines see Tommy's visit not as the young, rebellious prince stowing away, but as a young boy risking his skin to visit his stressed friend.

Tommy is appalled.

And Tommy just groans and shows him the phone

And Ranboo laughs and goes

“There there Tommy, I’m sure dragging me to a frat party will be enough to ruin the good press.”

“Maybe get a dui, you’ll have diplomatic immunity so no jail time?”

“Boo, I wouldn’t get jail time even if I wasn’t em-mune, I am simply too poggers.”

“Sure man, let’s go with that.”

Tommy’s like “maybe I need to actually start doing hard drugs”

Ranboos just like “no -“ just “Please god no, your brothers will kill both of us.”

The Boo is terrified of Techno and Wilbur

Not as royals though, simply as Tommy’s older brothers

Like he knows about Tommy’s issues with validation and feeling unloved, he knows his Brothers are often very busy

But he also sees the way they look at Tommy, and the way they look when people talk bad about Tommy

He knows if something were to happen and he was to cause harm to Tommy or cause Tommy to cause harm to himself

It probably wouldn’t end well for him

Wilbur and techno try as hard as they can

But they’re SO busy

That they can’t do much especially when Tommy’s so persistent on doing his shit

Tubbo is great with the horses he tends to, and Tommy adores them. Ranboo is an excellent, regal rider and Tommy and Tubbo are more rough and ballsy, so races are fair and fastpaced.

Ranboo once got bucked by a royal stallion and Tommy and Tubbo never let him live it down.

I imagine Tubbo lives on the property, as some servants do. He either doesn't have a family, has a bad one, or his family doesn't live close to the palace.

So Tommy 10/10 sneaks to the servants' quarters and he and Tubbo sneak out to ride the horses.

I feel like Wilbur makes more of an effort after the pills and cocaine incident, he tries to ask Tommy about the headlines

Purples is Tommy’s friend

Rich family, old money

Throws a lot of the parties Tommy goes to

Purpled and punz :handshake: Tommy

Frat Boys

I think you guys are underestimating the time that Tommy spends at the castle

Like he still has school, and usually 3 days out of the week he follows around his brothers like an endearing little shit

But those 4 days where he’s gone (which includes weekends) plus nights, he’s doing shit

Also, yiu know Pongo right

101 Dalmatians

That’s how Tommy walks Betty and Walter

They are like standing completely proper and walks straight

ah yes, the royal bitches and also betty and walter are there too

the paparazzi taking pictures of Tommy and the dogs

and Tommy turns, taking his sunglasses off, and smiles big and wide "They have names you know? You should stop callin' them 'the royal dogs'."

One of the guys, he's familiar with the prince turns on his camera and asks "what're their names Prince Tommy?"

"Betty and Walter. Give them some respect."

Tommy visits Ranboo sometimes. Ranboo was looking for him one day and just found him standing in a long hall, staring at a portrait.

It's Ranboo, just barely younger, hands folded behind his back, the perfect picture of regality.

Tommy is staring at it because he knows that at home, there is a portrait of Wilbur looking like that, and one of Techno, and one of Phil and Kristen, and one of himself.

But somehow this image of Ranboo is.. haunting

Not because it doesn't match with the Ranboo he knows, but because it does.

It haunts him because he can stare at his portrait for hours and never see himself, but this is so plainly Ranboo that it's chilling.

Ranboo stands beside him, hands folded behind his back as they always are when he is in nice clothes and his eyes are visible. Tommy glances over and Ranboo is facing him, but staring up at the picture. It's still him.

The clothes are different and his hair is longer now, but Tommy can't tell the difference past that.

He knows that Ranboo is what his family wants him to be

He knows that Ranboo is him if he hadn't strayed, the same past

Ranboo knows exactly what’s going through his head right now

And he knows exactly what he needs too

They get fucking piss ass drunk in Ranboo’s room order takeout and FaceTime Tubbo

They can party tomorrow, Tommy doesn’t need to be in public right now

ANywyas

Tommy and his mother have a wonderful relationship

she teaches him literacy and history, they have a tutor teach him maths

they eat breakfast together every morning

the whole family does

but his mum tries to eat lunch with him at least 3 times a week

he goes out for lunch the days he doesn't eat with his brothers or mom, out to some resturant, sometimes, they trash it or party, sometimes he just brings Tubbo, no big group, and they just chill

With Ranboo in line for kingship (the way royalty works is that if the ruler dies, it will always go to the next in line of blood, never by marriage. Even if every heir was dead, it would still not go to the ruler consort but instead to a family member of the late ruler), rep is so much more important

he can't really be seen with Tommy sometimes

not on the bad weeks

not when Tommy just destroyed a bnb or set off fireworks with his friends, or was caught throwing chairs into his friend's pool

Tommy likes sport cars

big car guys

He has an exorbitant amount of fancy cars

its truly like

disgusting

how many cars he owns

Wilbur makes fun of it Bc the kid is just now legally old to drive

But Wilbur has so many expensive instruments

Some of which he doesn’t even know how to play yet

to be fair

Wilbur doesnt go breaking his instraments

Techno, techno has swords, which makes sense Bc he’s a general

But the amount swords he has just hanging on his wall

Never meant to be used

It’s so many

I feel like Tommy has a few cars that he doesn’t even let get scratched tho much

His babies

he has his expensive cars that he wrecks

and then his expensive cars that he treats like gold

They’re named

Clementine is this horrendous orange car that he absolutely loves

Its a bright orange ferrari

(He loves it Bc it was a gift from Phil, one of the first cars in his collection)

(Tommy doesn’t know that the idea was his mother’s, his father didn’t know what to get him)

all of his cars have padding in the back for his dogs

Tommy hates purse dogs, the girls with them are always fake and horrible

but he wishes his dogs were that small

Easy to transport

but they got all gangly limbs like him

and stand up to his hip

Henry is his sleek black classic mustang convertable

its what he drives when he doesn't want to be followed by the papp

It’s what he drives when he takes The BT to lunch

its not that the paparazzi doesn't know its him

they know

but he's not in one of his bright fucking obscene cars

The press and Tommy have a weird sort of understanding

He creates their headlines and they let him have moments to himself

If someone breaches that

They risk getting blacklisted

that car was what he drove to his grandmother's funeral in

im not naming his grandmother, but all royals live like forever

Clementine barely sees the road I think

She’s kept in top condition

By Tommy’s own hands

But she probably doesn’t get driven to the parties

Or the brunches

Or the clubs

She's used pretty much exclusively for black tie events

Tubbo is his driver for those Bc he trusts no one else with the car

And he has to exit her before she’s parked

So Tubbo valets and then meets him inside

It’s also how Tubbo gets into the black tie events

so its modern right

so its like thousand-dollar suits instead of capes

so, Tommy just refuses to wear blazers and suit jackets

he always wears his button-ups rolled to his elbows

Maybe, maybe you’ll get him in a vest

But most of the time it’s a button up, rolled up sleeves, and the tie is most likely incorrect or untied

The only reason it’s correct half the time, is because Wilbur makes him let him tie it

Tommy won't wear the jacket because he prefers to roll his sleeves up - he's able to do anything, party or just like rough housing with his brothers, or helping out the staff

Wilbur won't wear a tie, or a button up most days, opting for a high-end sweater and loads of jewelry; its just much more his style.

Techno won't wear a vest because it restricts the places he can hid weapons, and he almost never keeps his tie tied.

Tommy trying to walk past Wilbur to leave with and untied tie

“Wait! You know you can’t leave like that, come here.”

Tommy’s groans and slumps over but walks over to Wil anyways

“I’m just gonna untie it halfway through the party, you know i will.”

“Well, I’m not letting my little brother walk a red carpet with an untied tie, you know I won’t”

The second half said in a mocking tone of voice, very clearly mimicking Tommy’s whining

It’s a soft moment, they stand there together, brothers

And as Wilbur’s pat the finished tie, they make eye contact and both of them have undeniably fond looks on their faces, damn they’re brothers n shit

“Thanks Wil.”

It’s quiet, it’s soft, it’s Tommy

“Of course.”

Just as soft, just as quiet, wholly Wilbur

Wilbur clears his throat breaking the soft atmosphere of the room

“Now go, you gremlin. Don’t be late”

Wilbur ruffles Tommy’s hair, careful not to mess it up too much

Tommy rolls his eyes And quickly heads for the door “Bye Wil! Love you! Don’t wait up!” Wilbur quickly yells after him

“Love you too! Don’t do anything stupid!”

“Oh Wil you know I can’t promise that!” Wilbur just rolls his eyes and returns to his book

Yeah Tommy stays away from tobacco I think

Just weed

and I wouldn't be surprised if like hits peoples vapes sometimes, but doesn't smoke cigs

for sure, its stressful

Wilbur smokes cigarettes though

and he can't act out like Tommy can

and Phil loves him..

Techno and Wilbur watching Tommy rebel in the ways they never got to

They feel kinda sad, that they never got to be kids like that, sad that Tommy feels like he has to act out for attention

he gets to do shit

like he gets to be a real teen

the whole, dumb rich 17 year old experience

like yachts, and expensive hotel rooms, and sport cars

And sure they probably wouldn’t have been going to frat parties or crashing brunch places, but they see him with BT

See him have actual friends

And they’re happy for him

But it hurts a bit

And Tommy's hurting too

It's a lot

but its like

even if Phil wasn't shit

its a lot of attention

like everyone is watching them at all times

Techno and Wilbur have to stay refined in the eyes of the press

Tommy gets to put on a show for them

Yeah yeah

Do you know how much a drunk picture of Prince Tommy is worth?

Too much

Some random guy on his first paparazzi job, gets a pic of Tommy, shirt mostly unbuttoned, tie tied around his head, drinking out of a beer bottle, and flipping off the camera while stumbling out of the most expensive hotel in the UK

The guy never has to work again

Purpled son of some billionaire, and Ranboo a literal prince is with him

They are both laughing at him

Tommy swung on a chandelier that night

A picture of that ends up online, some socialites Twitter

The amount of people in her dms for that picture?

Ludicrous

Like just the random pictures from Snapchat stories

Magazines pay thousands

Yeah the amount of double takes people have done going through their friends Snapchat stories like

Just tapping through

“WAIT WAS THAT PRINCE THOMAS????”

So, Dessert Drinks

It’s alcoholic beverages that have like chocolate or gram crackers or maybe candy in them

That are meant to taste like a dessert

So there’s chocolate cake margaritas, or like s’mores drinks

They’re Tommy’s favorite things in the world

Everyone thinks that he’d like the like strong, burning, whiskey esk stuff

But no

He wants the sweetest thing you got

Like he’ll drink straught vodka, but not if he doesn’t have too y’know?

He also like wine strangely enough

The like really expensive wine

Bc it reminds him of Wil

They have it down in the cellar

Techno is the whiskey dude

Or like 1942

Which is just a really bougie tequila

He just likes the shit that burns

Tubbo will drink literally anything

He’ll eat anything too

It definitely comes from the spot that he didn’t have that many choices like Tommy, but he genuinely just likes anything

Which is why Tommy really likes to treat him out to fancy fucking restaurants

One of Tommy’s favorite past times is spoiling his loved one

Fucking loves giving presents n shit

It's his love language

Ranboo doesn’t pay for anything when he’s visiting

Tommy insists on paying

Tommy has millions from the throne, he will use it

Plus he uses his daddy’s card so like, Phil can afford to spend the money

Oh he has one of those black cards doesn’t he

And by he I mean Phil

But you know, Daddy’s card

Black amex all the way

Boujie motherfuckers

Tommy's drunk like persona is different depending on the environment

When its Wilbur and Techno having to deal with Drunk Tommy

He’s like an excitable puppy, he would switch from rowdy to sappy real quick for his brothers

So they’re trying to get a drunk Tommy to bed but Tommy’s 100% clinging to them

Just full of affection

Techno tries to leave to go study and drunk Tommy just looks so fucking sad

Kicked puppy

He’s very much turning on the little brother charm, full scale pouting, whining, nicknames and all

making grabby hands, sitting on thr ground, fluffed up hair, shirt all wrinkled

"Fucking - fine. What are you gonna do without me, hm?"

He’s a god damned puppy and it’s hard to believe this is the same kid who got in a bar fight last week

he hangs off the chandeliers of boogie hotels

he also trashes his friend's rentals

on the other hand, he hugs his brothers

and steals Wilbur's crown

when he wears Will's crown it goes over his eyes

Still does after all these years

He’s grown but Wils head is simply too big

Tommy has his own crown of course

he just doesn't wear it as often as Wilbru does

Wilbur wears his all of the time

Tommy wears his when

A. he's drunk and with friends

B. at formal or royal events

he likes wearing it when he's partying

still thinking about drunk Tommy and his brothers having to deal with him

He makes techno give him a piggy back ride

He can walk fine, he just wants a piggy back ride man

Can you blame him?

They all really miss being little

They miss being able to be kids n shit

when their mother took care of them

and their father did all the king shit

And when Techno would give Tommy piggyback rides in the garden

When Wilbur had all the time in the world to learn how to play guitar

Even if it comes from Tommy getting drunk off his ass they’re glad they can still find the childish joy that they once had y’know?

Techno gives Tommy a piggy back ride to his room, and Tommy steals Wilbur’s crown and they talk and it’s nice

And as everything winds down Wilbur plays his guitar

And it’s so similar to when they were younger man

...

but then,,, Wilbur gets called down for an emergency meeting

and Techno has to make sure the guards are doing their rounds

and Tommy's left all alone in The Prince's Chambers

and people wonder why Tommy likes partying

fills the time, doesn't it?

He wakes up cold and alone and hungover

And he calls Tubbo and they just fucking day drink man

It’s a bad two days

Yeha but basically after this night he and Tubbo get fucking drunk as hell and they don’t come back to the castle for two days

And Tommy is barely sober during those two days

After those type of days happen Tommy always goes completely straightedge for a week

He doenst need to develop an addiction y’know?

Plus the chaos doesn’t have to happen drunk

He’s pretty irrational sober anywyas

half of the parties he's at he's not even drunk

sometimes he'll get high

but he just likes the adrenaline

and just hanging and being fucking assholes with his mates

POV you are an emotionally wrecked prince who is hanging onto this present as proof that your dad knows who you are at least in the slightest and you find out it’s not actually a gift from him but something your mother told him to get you

He didn’t even think twice just called the dealership and asked for the car, didn’t even know which one it was

mmmmm Tommy wrecks Clem that night

It’s not a good night for anyone

Got drunk as hell man

No dd

Car crash

I don’t think Clem is totaled

And Tommy is ok

But she’s scratched and dented and it’s just a representation of how Tommy feels

Something about Clementine being symbolic of hope and the idea that his father knew him

And with that crashing down

Clementine was bound to crash too

Tommy gets out with some bruises and Clementine can be fixed

But it happens on a public street so it’s everywhere

Tommy wrecks Clem

Then fucking goes on a bender

just destroys shit

parties so he doesn't think about it

and then he fucking crashes

Wilbur and Techno and Kristin all know what the car meant to him, what it symbolized to him

So when there’s a headline and a picture of Tommy staring at a wrecked Clem, they don’t know how to feel

maybe he mentioned something about upgrading Clem to Phil, or offhandedly at family dinner

And Phil asks something like “Right and when did you get this one?” Very rudely y’know

And Tommy’s like, it’s the one you got me for my birthday last year, and Phil just says something about how he has to be more specific because he doesn’t even know which one that is

And Tommy feels everything crumble around him and he just tensely says, “never mind...” and goes back to his food

The other three watch the whole exchange like, “fuuuuuuuuuck”

And then as soon as dinners over Tommy’s out the door man

He’s gone

he doesn't take the dogs, which means he's causing damage

He doenst even take Tubbo

they can hear the handler hand Tommy the keys

Tubbo comes to Wil to ask if he knew where Tommy was and that’s when they realize Tommy’s going out to cause real damage

And Tommy’s phone is turned off

They can’t contact him

Tommy gets handcuffed

he won't get arrested, but he'll get brought back in a police car

he fucking like crashed into a poll on purpose

like it was less on purpose and more like he definitely wasn’t not trying to hit something

And then they fucking breathalyzer him and he’s drunk as balls

Straight vodka type night

there's a bottle in the cupholder

He gets out when he wrecks and you just see him dead eyed staring at the scratches on her hood

The dent in her door

The cracks in the windshield

And he just takes a swig of the bottle

He lets the police take the bottle and handcuff him, taking him back to the palace

Clem is towed back too

He doenst care man

this is bigger than party to distract Bc it’s all he’s thinking about even drunk n shit

So I feel like he’s absolutely crushed

he spends like a week or two in a depressive episode won't leave his room, won't talk to his dad

and then he asks his mom "why didn't you tell me?"

and she just purses her lips and and shakes her head

and he's out

he needs to leave

he doesn't need her pity

and he just goes to Purp's and parties

because he just wants to have fun for one night before he learns that everything is a lie

His brothers are there as much as he lets them be

Tubbo too

Ranboo would try to make it over after seeing the headlines

he gets on a jet

and goes as soon as he sees the news

cause Clem was Tommy's baby

He loved that fucking car man

And then

Boom

One dinner is all it took to ruin everything

Phil's just left like "what'd I do?"

Techno is straight faced

Wilbur rolls his eyes at Phil

And Kristin just looks stressed

She’s still staring the the door Tommy all but ran out of

none of them finish dinner, Kristin waves the butlers over to clear the plates

They don’t, and Phil is just so confused and frustrated and he doesn’t know what happened

Top 10 Prince Tommy Headlines: 10. Mourning or Disrespectful: Prince Thomas caught smoking outside grandmother's funeral 9. New Connections? Prince Thomas and Prince Ranboo seen outside Palace walking Royal Dogs 8. Protective Older Brother; Crown Prince William shielding Prince Thomas from cameras while walking down London streets 7. When Will He Stop? Prince Thomas continues his week-long bender 6. Another Frat Party: Prince Thomas found stumbling drunk after rowdy night at The Ritz London 5. Boy Crazy? Prince Thomas and Mystery Boy seen dancing at Crown Prince William's Birthday Ball 4. Is Prince Thomas's Rampage Over? The Prince seen hungover, nursing a coffee at London Branch Costa Coffee 3. Time to stop; Prince Thomas caught doing cocaine at socialites party 2. A good friend - Prince Thomas flew to the United States to help Prince Ranboo with new responsibilities

1. When is enough, enough? Prince Thomas crashes after driving drunk, arrested.

10 Tommy doesn’t smoke cigs so mans was just getting high at his grandmas funeral

he was real close with his granny, it was a sad day

It was because his father said something like “oh, I didn’t know you were coming Tommy”

It was his fucking grandmother Phil

Tommy just puts his sun glasses on, and sits as far away as he can

Number 5, the boy is Tubbo, Tubbo thinks it’s fucking hilarious, Tommy is pissed

Some of those headlines seem like they’re from the car month

Obviously number one is

But then the bender headline

Then the coffee one

And then the Wilbur one

They seem like a series of events

big month for the press

Tommys hungover and he calls Wil asking for him to pick him up

And Wilbur drops everything Bc he’s just glad Tommy’s coming back home

wilbur fucking glares at the cameras

Tommy's used to it

And then the press tries to mob them and Wilbur Almost breaks decorum

Like almost fucking yells at someone who gets too close

and Wilbur never does that

he's so in-line

he never breaks the rules

but goddamn if they take one step closer -

He’s been especially stressed, and all he wants is to get his baby brother home man

He’s been smoking a lot more since the wreck

He just wishes he could make everything better

Tommy relishes in talking to the press

Wilbur will clart someone who gets to close to his baby brother

The press who’s never seen Wilbur as anything other than composed and charming suddenly being faced with a very angry older brother who smells slightly like cigarette smoke

Wilbur in the Pogtopia coat but it’s some designer piece that’s expensive as hell

It’s his smoking coat

And it’s what he picks Tommy up in

So he smells like smoke

And not the tasteful cologne he usually wears in public

just like a dark overcoat

really expensive wool

Wilbur using it to cover them from the cameras

when they were younger, like 16 and 12, Wilbur would hide Tommy

like no one got a picture of Tommy until he was 14 or 15

Kristin really hid the boys when they were kids too

Tommy trying to peak out and make faces at the camera

it was illegal to get pictures of them younger than 10

like immediate blacklist

And also maybe some legal issues

Wilbur pulls Tommy's hood up over Tommy's head

And it’s very older brother of him too, he pulls it over to protect his face but then cinches the strings to be a little shit

Those Wilbur and Tommy brother moments comps exists in the universe too

But it’s just shit like that

Tommy has a great support system

He really does

His brothers love him

His mom loves him

He has two amazing friends and a bunch of other great friends as well

And sometimes he feels like a brat for throwing all these fits over his dad y’know?

Wilbur always tries to like, keep an arm around him when they're doing red carpets

And keeps Tommy sitting next to him at Royal events

but also like, steals food off his plate

and ruffles his hair

Tommy whispers the fucking worst jokes about the dignitaries and nobles and Wilbur has to keep a straight face

god thats tommys favorite thing to do

he tries so hard to get Wilbur to laugh and lose his shit

The fucking big boobs bit

But it’s Tommy whispering it to Wilbur completely out of context and randomly at a gala

ALSO

THE WHOLE EXTENDED FAMILY BULLSHIT

TOMMY HATES IT

LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS THIS LIKE AUNT TO HIM?

HE DOESNT KNOW HER

But Royal Families are always big on that shiit

They try to hug him n shit

And Tommy depending on how Brave n shit he’s feeling (how fed up he is) will either politely excuse himself or straight up say no and step back with a glare

he's honestly uncomfortable around the strangers

who say they're family

like he's too sober for this

He needs a god damned drink

But he’s in a vest and a nice tie and his crown is sat proper on his head

And he can’t have a drink

god he's like a little doll, he plays by Phil's rules

the crown comes on and he's the proper prince

He fucking hates it

he sips on Wilbur's wine, and does the whole "tequila for water" thing sometimes

Flask in his sleeve

Techno catches him with the flask once and is just impressed

god is that a look on Techno's face

He sees Tommy slip it from his sleeve and somehow sleight off hand take a drink

And it’s just a raised eyebrow and a head nod that says

Good for you

Bc techno also needs a drink during these events

Sometimes Tommy will spike his and Techno's drinks

as Wilbur regally sips on wine

Wilbur fucking also secretly wishing he had a flask during the drier events

Wine drink just isn’t enough sometimes

Wilbur puts on his best face

and pretends he wants to be there

and gives out a warm smile, and raises a glass

god he fucking hates it sometimes

and sometimes he loves it

but man, does he hate it sometimes

Tommy complains and Phil makes a passive aggressive comment about how

“Oh but don’t you love parties Tommy.”

Wilbur sits between them

The table goes

Techno Kristin Phil Wilbur Tommy

Tommy just sneaks another sip of the flask

he doesn't have time to deal with his dads shit

Slumps back in the seat

He probably wouldn’t even try to hide it after that

Not like Phil is actually looking at him

He can let the press have it

He doenst care

just like leaves the flask next to him

under teh table

and jsut takes large swigs from it

Tommy maybe having a group of his friends crash one of the stuffy events

Not an important one

So fucking dedication ceremony to some inane building

He just invites a wild group of socialites

It’s nice

It’s not as wild as a normal Tommy Innit party

But it’s not a stuffy fucking boring ass royal meeting

they just bring some fucking whiskey into the back room and chat shit

Tommy fucking has a group of friends crash this gathering

It’s not wild

But it’s not stuffy

It’s nice

Tommy even drags Wilbur back for at least a little

and that takes a whole lot of work

It really does, Wilbur isn’t even a little tipsy off the wine, and Phil been by him the whole time and it’s just been hell, he can’t get wiobur away from the “socializing” hes doing

but when Wilbur is a bit tipsy he just becomes more charasmatic

truly a king

Less someone putting on a mask for their father

A little bit more authentic

he's a natural, sipping wine with one hand, and shaking hands with the other, crown propped beautifully on his head, million dollar suits hanging off his frame

It’s nice to see his brother in his element

its a bit sad

but its nice

A little yeah, Wilbur’s

Wilbur’s leaving him, not really but

Wilbur being king is-

It’s going to be hard

Different

More than it is already

Wilbur will always love him

But eventually he’ll be too busy for Tommy

Just like Phil is

And it hurts

But that thought is what makes Tommy take a drink of his flask and drag Wilbur to the back room

Wilbur doesn’t have to forget him yet

Tommy looks real regal too

Wilbur wishes that Tommy could see what he sees

But he knows that Tommy’s self worth issues would take more than a nice hug and some warm words to fix

Tommy looks regal, and the gold crown really fits with the whole golden boy aesthetic

and he laughs, and makes conversation with everyome

and everyone eases up around him

Wilbur wishes that Tommy saw what he sees

also

Tommy and Ranboo's texts have been leaked once

Wow so many dog pictures dude

but also

:sparkles:state secrets:sparkles:

That was hell to clean up

it fucking was

it used petnames (which the public is never supposed to know about the nickanmes of royals fun fact)

and said shit about Phil

and detailed Fundy's illness which isn't public

and talked about meetings that Wilbur forced Tommy to attend

Tommy was terrified

Ranboo too

He was so scared someone would be angry at him for it

He doesn’t think he could handle be yelled at for this thing that wasn’t even his fault

like of course he could've not said it over text

but one of his best friends lives an ocean away

and his life is just all about secrets

dont make this something too

:sparkles: hackers :sparkles:

if someone god a hold of Tommy's IP, or Phone, or Phone number

or

dms

they could be using instagram, twitter, or snapchat to have some of these converstaions

dms can get leaked real easily

Mmmm you ever think about Crime Bous

Because all I can think about is when Wilbur does get out of the house, and just like every event they go to

Tommy isn’t a fucking party boy then, he’s just Prince Thomas, Crown Prince William’s baby brother

And they always get photographed and shit

But they have a great time

They’re always smiling when they’re together

Sans Wilbur being a really protective older brother, and when their grandmother died

It’s nice to just go get lunch together at that one specific cafe they’ve been going to for years

Or just walk the dogs together

Just hang out and be brothers

They sit at the same table every time, and Tommy has gotten a Raspberry Lemonade since he was 8

When they walk the dogs, Wilbur holds Walter and Tommy holds Betty

Sunglasses on, big wool overcoats, and pants that were sewn just for them

And they’re seen walking out on the streets during big events a lot too

To like take a breather

Tommy has made a habit of allowing the press to ask him questions whenever they find him

Wilbur on the other hand always knows exactly what to say to press that come up to them

He always shoos them off with a polite “we won’t be answering any question right now thank you” and a blinding smile

And Tommy’s making a face at the press from over his shoulder

Either like sticking his tongue out or making some sort of face at Wilbur

As he gets older, he stops doing it as much because it gets a bit tiring, everything is tiring

But he does it every once in a while, usually a sharp grin over Wilbur’s shoulder accompanied by a middle finger

when like press sees that Wilbur smokes like a lot

hm

big thin

and I feel like Wilbur would straight up be like "its not a big deal, its completely legal"

and hes like smoking 8 cigs a day, but its fine

He doesn’t have an issue

It’s just a little stress relief

King at 21 is a lot to handle

and maybe the stress is so much that it becomes a problem

but hey its his relief

its legal

he's fine

That’s Wilbur’s mantra most of the time

he falls asleep in Tommys bed a lot, waiting for the teen to come home

wilbur does

he finishes a pack, and sighs, rubbing his eyes

The empire is on the brink of war, it always is

He looks in Tommy's room, its empty

And he sits on the bed, waiting

10 minutes later he's asleep

The sheets don’t smell like Wilbur, and Wil thinks that’s what makes it’s so comforting

They don’t stink of nicotine or Wilbur cologne

The smell like Tommy

and while that smell like expensive booze, and coconut shampoo

its perfect

and the dogs are in Tommy's room too

he's a little less alone

Betty is the cuddler

She’ll come up and sleep next to Wil

but she wont do it to just anyone

its a bond, its trust

its the fact that Tommy likes Wilbur

she growls at Phil

she nudges at Kristin, LOVES kristin

anyways

its lonely and sad

because Tommy usually doesnt come back

Tommy snakes back in early in the morning and tucks Wilbur in

Though most times Wilbur falls asleep in Tommys bed

Uncovered

Completely dressed

He’s lucky bettys fur is sleek otherwise his very expensive clothes would be covered

I think Wilbur more often then not will wake up with Tommy in his arms, and that makes him very happy

like, Tommy comes it at 5am, and just snuggles next to Wilbur

It’s makes Tommy sad to know his brother is waiting up for him to never come

But at the same time he’s always so happy to see him when he gets home

I imagine sometimes butlers come to get Wilbur for work, and Tommy makes them leave so that Wilbur can sleep in "Hello your highness, we came to fetch King Wilbur for his morning briefing" "He's sleeping." "Well, I can see that Your Highness -" "So let him sleep." "Prince Thomas -" "Let. Him. Sleep. Okay?" "Yes, Your Highness."

I've decided that Tommy is the big spoon

in these vulranable moments, when Wilbur is weak, Tommy kind of holds him

like obviously there are a lot of tims, where Wilbur wants to hold his baby brother

however, Tommy kind of holds Wilbur, like wraps himself around Wilbur, and puts Wilbur's head in the crook of his neck

this happens when Tommy comes home to find Wilbur in his bed

either this, or Tommy curls into a ball and rests his head against wilburs chest

Tommy has daddy issues

Wilbur has the weiht of the world

Techno has ptsd

Phil: fuck you my kids are completely fine!

Wilbur’s nicotine addiction

Tommys abandonment issues

Technos fucking PTSD

Once, when the empires war was getting really, really bad, and Wilbur had to decide life or death shit

He smoked a whole pack in a day

And then just kept going

His hands wouldn’t stop shaking

why wouldn't they stop fucking shaking

Tommy stopped partying that week, he isn’t ignorant, nor a fucking dick

He was Wilbur’s right hand for as long as he needed him

Despite how badly he wanted to party until he could see straight

His brother needed him

His king needed him

And he will gladly serve Wilbur as long as he would have him

He stood right behind Wilbur

Every decision

He was right behind him

Even if it meant constant decorum and constant royal dress, Tommy was there

And that was a grounding fact

If Tommy hadn’t been there Wilbur thinks he may have lost it that week

Sometimes the only thing that kept Wilbur’s hands from shaking terribly was holding Tommy’s hands

When the advisors and court had left

Tommy would take Wilbur hands and make him do breathing exercises

Wilbur wasn’t allowed to look anywhere other than Tommy’s eyes

They would get through this

Together

They would, Tommy would make sure of it

Tommy in the room also made everyone a bit nervous and loosen up around Wilbur though

Because sometimes they act like they can boss Will around

And Tommy is stone faced, and has the media wrapped around his finger

The court knows that all it would take is one “scandalous statement” from Prince Thomas to end their careers

Wilbur could fire them, but he’s stressed

Any other day, he’s a fucking FORCE to recon with

But Tommy? He’s here to ensure the best or their careers would end

And you know that Tommy has at least 3 sources in the biggest news outlets in the empire

He could get ANYTHING out there

Wilbur’s throne is the biggest in the middle

Two thrones smaller aside him

Within the like office / study / planning room

Tommy's hasn't been used until just then

Tommy finds it quite uncomfy

But he can deal

Also Tommy drops the nicknames for the week or so

No “Big Man”

It was “Will” and “William”

Your Majesty at one or two points

But that felt a little too formal for both of them

Too alienating

Tommy learned a whole fucking lot of fucking politics that week

Not that he didnt listen in his lessons it’s just that

Well

He can’t not listen if he’s not there

It’s different IRL too

Seeing all the decisions

It’s terrifying

And he’s exhausted

Dressing nicely and talking for 12 hours a day about politics

And life / death decisions

So many cuddles dude

Just permanently cuddling if they’re not presently working or “coping”

And I think

That although Wilbur is the one who’s going through it

When they cuddle, Wilbur likes to hold Tommy

Just in the sense that Tommy’s here and safe

In the midst of all the death around Wilbur

He needs to know that his person, his kid is alright

Plus having this one thing this one routine helps him feel a little on control during this out of hand time

:sparkles: Prince Tommy PR leak :sparkles:

I talked about how Tommy was close to his grandmother

and how he was smoking outside of her funeral

maybe it was during that time in his life

really dark place in his mind

smoked and drank every day

Wilbur smoked a lot during that time yet

they probably drank together a few times

like straight up vodka

Just they’re so young and so tired

and so its like, pictures of Wilbur and Tommy (and just Tommy) drinking in the parlor, and in the like, bar area of their private living area, dark eye bags, red eyes, just straight from the bottle

Both of their ties were undone, no jackets, sleeves rolled up to their elbows, Wilbur's top 3 buttons are undone, they're both like manspreading

like they're just at their lowest, particularly Tommy, but Wilbur was having an adjacent bad time

Tommy's hair is a fuckin' mess

HOWEVER, they're both still clean shaven, neither of their shorts or trousers are wrinkled or stained

They may be going through it, but the royal image waits for no one

How does the castle react? Immediate lock down.

Interrogations or some shit

none of the princes are allowed to leave

they have to do clean up

they write scripts essentially for Tommy and Wilbur to adress the press

they need to send out a memo that they don't agree with underage drinking

its all structured, scripted, and written by advisors (and their father)

major damage control

which is just not what Tommy needs right now, because he's like trying to work through his grief

and Wilbur has a fucking fight with his father about that

Phil does not care

They fucked up

Someone else fucked up

And now they’re going to be big boys and fix it Like Phil's going to Tommy's room to get him to look over what his quick press tour and Wilbur jsut stops him in front of the door "He's fucking grieving - Let him have a moment will you? Don't you know how close he was with Gran?" "You messed up. He messed up. Now you're gonna be big boys and fix it." “You’re horrible sometimes you know that?” “I am your father” “Then act like it, your majesty”

meanwhile Tommy: in bed, hasn't slept, major depressive spiral, cuddling Betty, Walter standing guard at his door, holding onto a blanket that his grandmother gave him

just - can't even cry anymore

just empty

Literally just despondent

Staring at the ceiling as Betty noses his face

like good luck getting to get up, let alone read shit

He hasn’t showered in days

He is very much not presentable

like it's only been a week or two since his grandmother's death

and he still is processing

He is no where near done grieving

#tommyinnit #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #philza minecraft #philza #technoblade #tubbo #ranboo #SBI #sleepy bois inc #sleepyboisinc #LILLYS NEW AU #THE KING THE WARRIOR AND THE PRINCE #long post

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Episode Review: ‘Wizard City’ (Distant Lands, Ep. 4)

Airdate: September 2, 2021

Story by: Adam Muto, Jack Pendarvis, Kate Tsang, Hanna K. Nyström, & Charley Feldman

Storyboarded by: Maya Petersen, Hanna K. Nyström, Anna Syvertsson, & Aleks Sennwald, & Haewon Lee

Directed by: Miki Brewster & Jeff Liu (supervising), Sandra Lee (art)

An episode focusing on Peppermint Butler’s dark side is something that the fandom has craved ever since the little guy demanded Finn and Jake’s flesh in season two’s “Death in Bloom.” While installments like season five’s “The Suitor” and season six’s “Nemesis” did much to scratch that itch, the story of the Dark One remained mostly unknown…

And after “Wizard City,” it still remains largely unknown. But that’s OK, because instead of focusing on the character’s history, this special focuses on Peps’ quest to relearn magic at a magic school. Put most simply, this special is largely a fun excuse for the show to riff on Harry Potter and The Owl House-style “magic school hijinks,” and it mostly all works.

The special follows Peps quest to go to WizArts (a definite play on CalArts, the school that Pen Ward and Adam Muto, among many others, went to) so that he can relearn magic and once again become one of the greatest dark wizards of his time. Initially, Peps tries to make friends with cool kid Spader and his posse, but once they learn that Peps is not as talented at magic as they had initially thought, they kick him to the curb. It is at this point that Cadebra, Abracadaniel’s adorkable niece who is fascinated with stage magic, enters the picture. Cadebra tries everything in her power to befriend Peps, but Peps pushes back, since she’s not “cool.” It does not matter, though, because both Peps and Cadebra are sorted into the same “house”—the “Skink House—and are forced to work together.

While Peps and his cohort begin learning more and more complex magic, a secret cult of school professors, led by the otherwise caring Dr. Caledonius, are scheming to resurrect Coconteppi, a powerful dark wizard whose putrid heart has been discovered underneath the school excreting a very powerful ichor. The school cult kidnaps Spader and gives him some of the ichor to drink; they hope that because of his talent, he will be able to house the spirit of Coconteppi. This does not go as planned, and Spader is graphically killed (albeit off screen). (In a more humorous moment, Bufo, the scam wizard from season one’s “Wizard,” also ingests some of the ichor, believing himself powerful enough to handle it, but it kills him.)

Eventually Peps and Cadebra learn what is going on. Dr. Caledonius welcomes Peps, believing that he is strong enough to handle the ichor. When Cadebra’s life is put in danger, Peps reluctantly gives the putrid fluid a swig, which infuses him with the power of Coconteppi. Coconteppi-Peps then kills all the cult members before Cadebra manages to remove the ichor from Peps body. For uncovering a heinous plot, Peps is promoted to the highest house, “Salamander,” but he decides to remain a Skink and learn magic “the hard way” with Cadebra as his friend.

As I mentioned near the start of this review, “Wizard City” spends most of its time riffing on the “magic boarding school” trope, with much of the episode feeling like a light-hearted parody of Harry Potter: The characters, after all, are “sorted” into “houses,” they learn various types of magic from skilled “professors,” and they bunk in different parts of a large castle-like campus. Of course, Harry Potter didn’t invent the idea of a boarding school, but when setting your story in a school for magic, it is very hard not to lean at least somewhat into the Hogwarts relation. And this really is a double-edged sword, for while Harry Potter references can be fun here and there, they can also make the overall story feel like a fanfic parody. This special does a good job focusing more so on the characters rather than the setting, but I won’t lie, at times it did feel as if they show was really trying to make you realize it was making a Harry Potter joke.

Of all the characters introduced in the special, the breakout star is easily Cadebra, voiced by Chloe Coleman. Radiating a sort of Mabel Pines energy, Cadebra is the beam of optimism who shines brightly in an otherwise macabre special. There is something about her plucky personality and sense of wacky individualism that charms the viewer. I appreciate how the show compared and contrasted her with her uncle, the one and only Abracadaniel: like her uncle, Cadebra is a good person who wants to help others, but unlike Abracadaniel, she has a sense of courage and fortitude that results in her taking on a Coconteppi-possessed Peps at the episode’s climax. (Say what you will, Abracadaniel stans, but our favorite custodian would never have done that!) Thanks to her bravery and dedication to Peps, Cadebra is easily the heart of the special.

The episode throws an interesting little curveball into the mix by having the ‘ghost’ of Past Peppermint Butler constantly haunt Peps in the here-and-now. Past Peppermint, it seems, was so determined to become a great wizard, he cursed himself, so that if anything were to go awry, his Past self could materialize and set him straight. It’s confusing, but I do think that mixing the “overbearing parent” trope with a curse is a clever idea; it gives the whole special some dramatic heft. The whole setup is made even funnier by the special’s conclusion: After Future Peppermint Butler is ‘defeated’ and the day is saved, Peps reveals to Cadebra that he still wants to be a great and powerful dark wizard… but he wants to earn that power through hard work and determination. (Peppermint Butler might commune with demons, but he would never sell his soul to one for power; Glob helps those who help themselves, ya know?)

One of the special’s strongest points is its background art. Adventure Time always had some beautiful set pieces, and this special goes above and beyond to give WizArts an ancient sense of grandeur and mystery. Ghostshrimp, a freelance artist who was the show’s lead background designer during seasons 1-4, return for this special as a “visual developer”—basically, he mocked up a bunch of rough designs for the locales, and then the episode’s background artists worked up the final pieces in his style. On his podcast, Ghostshrimp mentioned how hectic he found Adventure Time to be, because he was used to taking his time on pieces. As such, the decision to bring him on for just development was smart, as it allowed him to still come up with iconic background designs while also playing fast and loose with everything. Hopefully the show will continue this approach with the Fionna and Cake miniseries that is coming up. After all, Ghosthsrimp’s style is the look of Adventure Time.

Another strong point for the episode is its voice acting. For one thing, you have your regulars like Tom Kenny and Dana Snyder, and Duncan Trussell, who all give a solid performance. But to voice many of the special’s new characters, the show brought on a bevy of fun actors: Saturday Night Live’s Bill Hader, for instance, is now voicing Bufo, and he does a solid job hamming up his role as the old fogey. And then there’s Toks Olagundoye, whose British accent gives Dr. Caledonius a sense of knowledge and expertise. To my delight and surprise, SungWon Cho, an internet personality and voice actor perhaps better known as ProZD, was tapped to voice Brain Wizard, and he does an excellent job. And finally, Anthony Stewart Head, a very talented actor who I know best as Giles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, voices Con Wizard, and is even given a fun little ditty to sing. I can safely say that the voice acting in this special is likely the best of the bunch, and it’s obvious that the actors were all having a great time playing their parts.

What drags the whole thing down, in my opinion is the excessive murder. (I joked on Twitter that during the climax of “Wizard City,” it felt like I was watching an Adventure Time-ified version of Invincible!) Infused with the power of Coconteppi, Peps goes on a brutal killing spree, boiling Potable Wizard into steam, zapping Dimension Wizard into another plane of existence, smashing Berdzerd, and—perhaps most graphically—excerebrates (had to look that word up!) Brain Wiz. On Twitter, @sometipsygnostalgic​ argued that while, yes, the scene is startling, it does wonders to transmute “a poor Summer Camp Island knockoff [into] Adventure Time chaos.” The more I think about it, the more I think that’s a fair point; after all, this is hardly the first dark thing that has happened in Adventure Time. But the part that I cannot really stomach is the fact that Spader was murdered for no real reason, and the special ends without anyone really expressing their horror at the situation. Sure, Spader was a schoolyard bully, but he was also a child. And killing a child—either for the drama or the lulz—feels decidedly out of place in an Adventure Time episode. It’s hard to express, but it just felt unnecessarily nihilistic and mean-spirited.

All things considered, I think this was a fun episode, but it was somewhat underwhelming for a ‘finale.’ Much of this is because it had to air after the perfection that was the back-to-back “Obsidian”/”Together Again” wombo combo. But I can’t help but feel like this special just felt a little... off. A little too meanspirited, and it leaned a bit too much on standard tropes. Still, it was a fun spin, and I know that I’ll rewatch it.

Mushroom War Evidence: As Peps rides the bus to school, he passes a bunch of abandoned houses, some of which are buried in the ground. There is an unexploded bomb above the fossilized elephant in the school. Cadebra has a dream that takes place in the ruins of a city.

Final Grade: B+

#adventure time #atimers #atdl #distant lands #adventure time distant lands #wizard city #peps #peppermint butler #abracadaniel #Cadebra #Ghostshrimp #Adam Muto #Hanna K #ProZD

[shiinata-library]

The ponies race

Relationships: Kíli x You (Modern girl in Middle Earth)

Content: Fluff, idiot in love

Summary: Coming from another world, you think riding ponies is as easy as driving a car. You provoke Kíli in a pony race but it doesn't go exactly as planned and you fall into the water.

On AO3: here    -    French version: here

Note: English isn’t my native language, so I’m sorry for the mistakes!

Finally safe! At Beorn, you know you are safe for days. How do you know? Because you know the story of The Hobbit since the world where you come from, it is a book and movies. You are reassured you have finally arrived at the calmest moment before you find yourself in an Elven prison, against an insane King and then in a bloody battle.

You don't know how you ended up in Middle-earth, but you didn't start with The Shire. Oh no. You woke up in the middle of nothing. In the middle of the mountains. And it was freezing! Before night fell, you made a fire to warm you up. You didn't expect a group of thirteen dwarves and a hobbit to join you.

You found it hard to believe that Thorin's company was in front of you, but you ended up accepting it; especially when you heard Thorin's tone, Fíli and Kíli's laughter or saw Dwalin's axe. Not wanting to leave you alone in the middle of nothing, they stayed camping with you that evening.

In the evening, they explained to you where you were. The Misty Mountains. You almost wanted to go to Rivendell, but you didn't want to leave the company. After a night of negotiating with Thorin, he finally agreed you stay with them; on condition that you will stay in the next human city they will pass through. You accepted, but of course you will follow them to Erebor.

Anyway. After dropping by Goblin-town, seeing Azog with your own eyes, falling off a cliff, traveling on eagles, here you are at Beorn. And you are in no hurry to leave.

Now that the presentations with Beorn are over, everyone goes about their business. Not knowing what to do, you go to see the animals behind Beorn's house. You see Fíli walking towards you, smiling.

- “What are you doing here?” he begins. “Don't you have the same animals in your world?”

Yes, because you ended up telling them that you came from a different world. In truth, it was Gandalf’s fault. He let the cat out of the bag after you told him everything. Some believe you and some don't. Fíli and his brother seem to believe you.

- “They're the same. Except for the bees… They're not that big where I come from,” you laugh. “But at least, they scare me less.” - “Don't worry, only here are they that size!”

You laugh together and then you see Kíli in the distance. He is talking to Balin. You have no problem speaking with the members of the company except with Kíli. In your world, you were what is called an introvert. And Kíli is just the opposite. You never know how to answer him when he talks to you or how to react when he plays a joke on you. And you can’t help yourself to always blushing when he speaks directly to you. However, you very much enjoy being by his side or listening to him speak. He makes you laugh and you tend to forget you are on one of the most dangerous quests in Middle-earth. And we are not going to lie to each other, you really have a crush on him.

During your journey, he has tried to talk to you several times, but you can never answer him with the same ease as with others. Even Thorin intimidates you less.

.....

For example, a few days after joining the company. The weather is cool but the sun is there. You have been in Thorin's company for just a few days, and you feel the two nephews are dying to learn more about you. As you walk alongside Bilbo, the two young nephews approach you. They suggest playing a game. Puzzled at first, Fíli explains the game is just about choosing between two proposals. Whoever answers the question can ask a new question. You end up accepting.

- “I begin!” Kíli said, happy to have fun on a cold and boring trip. “Um, between summer or winter, what would you choose?” - “Winter, no doubt,” you say reassured he asked such a simple question. “My turn. Mister Blibo! Do you prefer an apple pie or a strawberry charlotte?”

The hobbit takes a long time to respond. The exchange of questions lasts a while. Time seems to pass faster. You learn more and more about Fíli, Kíli and Bilbo. You are having fun until the two young dwarves start asking more and more personal questions.

- “Blond or dark-haired?” Fíli asks. - “Red-haired!” you answer, smiling to be able to dodge the question.

You hear Glóin chuckling in the distance but you don't say anything. No question comes to mind. You have learned everything you want to know, but most of all you would like to stop this game.

- “One last and we stop?” - “Fine but can I ask it then?” Kíli intervenes. - “Yes, if you want…” you sigh while looking at Fíli like ‘Do something with your brother’. - “(Y/N), would you prefer to be in front of an orcs or in front of a ghost?”

His question makes you shiver. You forgot in Middle-earth there are creatures that don’t exist in your world. Ghosts among others. Luckily you didn't find yourself in front of the trolls! You didn't realize you stopped right after his question. So when a hand touched your shoulder, you jumped up and let out a little cry. You see the two idiots laughing and look to your right. Balin looks at you questioningly and worriedly.

- “Are you all right, lady (Y/N)?” - “Y-yes. It's just where I'm from, there aren't all these creatures ... Anyway, to answer your question Kíli, I'd rather be in front of an orcs …” - "I wouldn't wish it too much if I were you," Thorin said coldly without looking at you. - “I don't want to but I think it will eventually happen one day or another …”

You move forward on your own to think alone. When night falls and the camp is set up, you help Bombur distribute the food bowls to everyone. Sitting near the fire, you are quickly joined by the two clingy dwarves of the day. Kíli hands you his apple which was supposed to be his dessert.

- “Here, this is to apologize for my uncle's remark.” - “He was right,” you say, continuing to eat without looking at him. - “If you don't want his apple, I'll take it!” Fíli said, snatching the apple from her brother's hands. - “Give it back to me!” he yells, startling you. “But don’t worry. Whether it's an orcs, a ghost, or whatever, we'll protect you!”

Kíli smiles at you with a big smile that makes your cheeks blush. He then stands up abruptly to try to get back his apple.

.....

Another example. One morning just after the eagles dropped you off at the Carrock, you slept under the stars. The summer night was pleasant and good for the whole company. The goblins and then Azog’s pursuit injured and exhausted everyone. So that morning you have a hard time getting up. You feel warm, calm and comfortably lying down. You have trouble opening your eyes, even when you hear a voice.

- “(Y/N), please wake up.” - “Hmm, five more minutes…,” you say, thinking you're in bed.

You hide your head in front of you in what you thought was your blanket. You stay like that for a few minutes until the odour you smell isn’t from your bed cover but from someone else. When a hand starts to gently shake your shoulder, you realize you aren’t in your bed and your head isn’t in a blanket but in Kíli's jacket. You literally buried your face against his chest. You clear your throat lightly before lifting your head. Of course, you come face to face with Kíli's face as red as yours.

- “K-Kíli! I-I’m so sorry! How did I get here”?!”

Still being half-asleep, you look around and conclude you must have moved so much during the night that you found yourself glued to him.

- “I hope I was a comfortable cushion!” he says with his usual smile which makes you mute.

You then get up quickly, apologize and go get your things ready for departure. It took you a whole day to dare to talk to him again ...

.....

So when Kíli approaches you and Fíli, you keep your smile but don't dare look him in the eye. Fíli calls him away and tells him to come closer.

- “What are you two doing here?” Kíli asks as he is in front of you two. - “(Y/N) was stealing eggs,” Fíli said, already laughing at his joke. “I told her to stop or Beorn would eat us for dinner.” - “Hey that's not true!” you say, slapping Fíli on the shoulder. - “What were you doing then?” Kíli asks again, standing next to you to see where you were looking. - “Um, I was looking at the ponies. I thought it had to be like cars but slower and more fun.” - “Cars?” Kíli asks. - “Oh, how can I explain it? These are machines that move very quickly. We use them to move around.” - “Have you ever ridden a pony in your world?” Fíli wonders. - “No. In my world, hardly anyone rides a horse. I wonder how fast it's going…,” you think about it, not paying attention to Fíli opening the pony pen. - “Do you want to try?” Kíli asks. “It's not hard. Even Bilbo did it!” - “I don’t know…,” you hesitate. “I don't think Beorn agrees.” - “Come on,” Fíli says, already releasing two ponies. “He won't say anything if he doesn't know we took it.” - “Oh I see! Alright, let's go!”

So you follow Fíli with the ponies. You look behind you for Kíli. He watches you go and you don't understand why he isn't following you. You stop and wave for him to come. He runs toward you with his usual smile.

- “You don't want to come with us? Don't you like ponies?” you ask, resuming the walk towards Fíli. - “Yes, I like them. It's just I thought you'd rather be one-on-one with my brother!”

These are the kinds of jokes you don’t know how to answer. You remain silent for a while before you find your answer.

- “It’s more fun if the three of us are together, right? Are you afraid that I'm better than you?” you joke, finally looking him in the eye. - “Better than me? I can't wait to see this! Fíli! Leave me a pony!”

You can't help but laugh when Kíli starts running towards his brother. You were sure he would take the bait! You are happy he's here to take your mind off things. You join the two brothers and look around you. No sign of Beorn or other dwarves. It seems they used to do stupid things.

Fíli helps you get on the pony. It's not very hard to find the balance. The dark-haired shows you how to hold onto the pony and the blond shows you how to hold the reins and give orders. The ponies seem to let themselves be led. Your pony quickly trots around. It’s nice but it’s not going fast enough. You ask Fíli how to go faster. He hesitates and then finally explains how, but advises you to stay at your current pace.

Fíli lets you take several short tours. When you feel the pony mastering, you are looking at Kíli in the distance.

- “Kíli! First to the river?”

You see him smile and nod. Fíli doesn't have time to intervene as you set off at a gallop. You go fast, very fast. Kíli catches up to you and winks at you before walking past you. You don't want to lose. You hate to lose! You launch your pony at full speed. Except that. Fíli explained to you how to accelerate but not to stop a galloping pony heading towards a river. You don't know what to do and start to panic a little. You pass Kíli. You look behind you and he understands that something is wrong. You shout at him that you don't know how to stop the pony. He then rushes towards you but he doesn't have time to arrive as the pony stops on its own. With the sudden stop, you passed over the pony and ended up in the river.

More scared than hurt. You don't look injured. The water that has entered your nose makes you cough. You see Kíli running towards you. You don't have time to tell him you're fine he jumps into the river to catch you. He pulls you out of the water. He carries you and makes you sit against a tree.

You catch your breath and Kíli watches you intently, looking to see if you are injured.

- “I won!” you say, laughing and coughing. “It has nothing to do with the car but it was fun!”

Kíli looks at you worried for a moment and then bursts out laughing. You smile at him, showing him you are fine. He ends up sighing and sitting down next to you. He too leans against the tree, you don’t see him but you hear him.

- “You gave me such a fright! You’re not allowed to ride ponies until further notice!” - “You? Not allowed? On the other hand if your uncle finds out, we're dead.” - "Beorn isn't going to be happy either," he laughed. “I hope he won’t eat us for dinner!” - “I hope not !” you laugh. “Well, we'll have to find Fíli. He must be waiting for us.”

You want to get up, but Kíli's hand stops you. As he puts his hand on yours, on the grass, you can guess he wants you to stay.

- “K-Kíli…,” you start, embarrassed. “We’ll catch a cold by staying here, soaked as we are.” - “We can stay here a few minutes, right?”

You stay motionless for a long time. You aren’t cold since Kíli's hand on yours makes you blush so much that you are almost too hot. On the other hand, the small fresh wind announcing the night makes you sneeze. By reflex, you touch your hair, still very wet. You didn't even think about drying them out. You then feel Kíli moving next to you. He takes his hand back before speaking to you.

- “Turn around, I'll tie your hair up.”

You do what he asks you to. If this situation were to happen in your world, you would have no problem. But here in Middle-earth. A dwarf doing your hair ... You are already blushing but you dare to ask him something.

- “A-are you going to make me a braid?” - “Yes, why? Don't you like braids?” - “N-no, it’s fine.”

You let him continue. You don't dare to move. He must believe you don’t know that a dwarf only touches a person's hair if they are very close to them. And in addition a braid ... As much to ask you in engagement directly ... You feel like he's almost done with the braid, but you don't hold on any longer.

- “Um, Kíli… I might be from another world but, um… I know what it means for a dwarf to braid someone's hair.”

You then feel Kíli stop. He doesn't seem to move anymore so you turn to him. He quickly meets your gaze before looking away and putting his arm in front of his face. For once, the roles seem to be reversed. Kíli seems totally unsettled.

- “K-Kíli …” - “Excuse me. I didn't know you knew about …” - “Whether I know or not doesn’t change anything, right? Kíli, do you-” - "I should take that braid off you after all," he cuts you off, approaching his hands to your head. - “No!” you say louder than you thought, stepping back a little. “Sorry. It’s that ... I …”

You are embarrassed to have spoken so loudly. You pull back a little further for fear Kíli will take your braid off.

- “Unless… Ah I get it. It was just a joke to make others laugh,” you say sadly.

You bow your head, hurt that you thought he might care about you. You begin to undo the braid as Kíli quickly approaches you.

- “(Y/N), It-it wasn’t a joke! It's just I didn't know you knew the meaning for ... Anyway, I know you prefer my brother. You seem to have fun with him when you’re chatting with him. So …” - “Fíli? What do you mean ‘I prefer your brother’?” - “Drop it…”

Kíli starts to stand up, but you catch him first. With a sulky face, Kíli avoids your gaze. His behavior is starting to annoy you. He looks like he has something against you but you won't understand what.

- “What is happening to you? If there is a problem, tell me!” - “A problem?” he starts, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yes I have one! Why are you avoiding me? Why are you talking to everyone when you don't even look at me?”

You freeze for a moment before you understand what he just told you. Your cheeks turn red. That's not really what you wanted to talk about with him.

- “I-I am not avoiding you,” you stammer, turning to the ponies. - “Is that so? And right now?” he said, holding your shoulders to rotate you towards him. “Aren't you avoiding me now?”

You dare not say anything. Kíli is very close to you and you feel more and more embarrassed. He ends up letting go and laughing.

- “It's because I'm too good-looking, isn't it?” he jokes, resuming his usual confidence. “You fell under my spell and you don't know how to tell me!”

You know he says that as a joke. But what he says is true and your heart is racing more and more. Not to mention your cheeks are redder than ever. He reaches out to grab your unfinished braid. You see him take the braid and bring it closer to him. He winks at you while he kisses on the end of it. Your throat is drying up. Your heart will let go. He is not allowed to play with you like this.

- “Just kidding (Y/N)! You-” - “You're right ...,” you sigh. “But that's no excuse to act like this ... I-” - “W-what? Right about what?” he said surprised, letting go of your braid.

You hesitate for a moment before answering him. But someone is getting ahead of you and speaking before you.

- “Well! We're not going to spend the night there. The ponies are getting impatient,” a voice said beside the ponies. “Right about what (Y/N)?” - “F-Fíli?! Have you been there for a long time?” you stammer as you walk towards him.

You finally thought you were saved from this interminable discussion with Kíli but he grabs your arm. You see the blond smiling mischievously in the distance. He must have been there for a long time ...

- “Stay there (Y/N). We're not done talking.” - “You said that while you wanted to leave just now!” you shout, turning to the dark-haired, arms crossed over your chest. “Well yes, you are right! I-I am not comfortable being with you because I don't know how to talk to you! I'm always afraid to say something wrong!” - “W-wait. You mean you really fell under my spell?” - “Aaaaalrigh. What a couple of idiots…,” Fíli sighs. “Come on, kiss and let’s go to Beorn's house. Thorin will kill me if we stay here any longer with his ponies.” - “Fíli!!!” you shout at the same time as Kíli. - Alright alright. I'm leaving on my own. But I take the ponies. You will manage to return on foot!”

You let Fíli go with the two animals. You sigh for a long time before looking at Kíli. Your calm has finally returned and you can talk to each other without shouting.

- “Well, it's not because I have feelings for you that you should take advantage of it! Kíli, are you listening to me? And that doesn't change the fact that I'm accompanying you to Erebor.” - “You're kidding!” he exclaims with a big smile. “It changes everything!”

Without waiting any longer, he pulls your arm to hug you. You let him do it and you even hug him back with your head in his neck.

- “It changes everything, amrâlimê! [my love]”

When Kíli whispers these words in your ear while hugging you tightly, you find it hard to believe. You know what that word means but hearing it in real life makes you shiver. He then suddenly pulls back to look you in the eye. Without warning you, he slides one of his hands at the back of your neck to pull you towards him and kisses you. You are shocked he is going so fast.

- “K-Kíli, wait !” you say with difficulty, ending the kiss. - “No!” he said before kissing you again. - “We have known each other for a short time. I thought dwarves were going slower for these things…” you say while cutting him off again. - “Well, not me!”

Kíli draws your lips to his again, but this time you respond to his kiss. Then, you feel Kíli reluctantly break the kiss. He rests his forehead against yours.

- “If you know the meaning of hair for dwarves, you must also know the principle of the One, right?”

Your heart speeds up and your cheeks flush immediately. You give him a slight "Hmm" of approval.

- “Red as you are, I was sure you had understood,” he laughs at you.

Kíli gently kisses you again until you hear a scream in the distance.

- “Kíli! (Y/N)! Come back immediately!”

Thorin is yelling from Beorn's house and you better hurry! Kíli ends the kiss and you can't help but laugh. He is smiling at you, his eyes sparkling with joy. He takes your hand and pulls him so that you follow him in the direction of Beorn's house.

- “Hurry up! Thorin will be happy to welcome you to the family!” - “W-what?!”

#the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit reader insert #kilixyou #kili x reader #kili x y/n #kili x you #kili fanfic #fanfic #modern girl in middle earth

[rebrandedbard]

Gifted Glances Stolen Smiles

wc - 2391

Ao3 link.

Jaskier is trying to get Geralt to smile, but he just can't seem to figure out what it takes, and he maybe gives Geralt a goodnight kiss while he sleeps. In the meantime, Geralt thinks they're already in a relationship that's moving at the speed of a glacier and he's sweet about it.

-

Did Geralt ever smile, Jaskier wondered? The man was stoic at the best of times, and at the worst, his face was warped with displeasure. It was a treat to see Geralt relaxed: the lines of his wrinkles would soften, his brow unfurrow, and—if Jaskier were very lucky—Geralt would close his eyes and rest awhile, looking nearly content.

Jaskier liked it best when Geralt slept. He was always the last one asleep, the first one awake. It was a rare thing to catch Geralt unconscious, and Jaskier was sure that was by design. But twice he’d woken in the middle of the night and found himself nose to nose with the sleeping witcher. The first time, it had been nearly impossible to see his face in the darkness, but the second, the moon had been almost full, so big and bright, and she’d cast her light upon his face. It was like the light which fell through the windows of a cathedral to embrace the masterworks of great artists upon the altars. And what better pedestal for Geralt than a soft pillow? If Jaskier had his way, he’d wrap Geralt in the finest linen sheets, lay him on a down mattress, all bathed in lavender for a restful night’s sleep. He wondered what his face would look like then. Beautiful, no doubt.

Geralt had almost seemed to be smiling, softened in sleep. Jaskier had not been able to help himself. He tipped his head forward and placed the gentlest kiss upon his brow; a silent good-night, and a blessing for pleasant dreams. If he tried, Jaskier could trick himself into believing Geralt really did smile after.

Alas, Jaskier lamented: Geralt wasn’t one for smiling. But then again, he’d never been one for talking much either, and the next day he was unusually chatty. Geralt had said, ‘Good morning’ and used up a few of his precious fifty words a day to complain about Jaskier’s breath before breakfast. When they’d sat down to eat, Geralt asked if Jaskier wanted to return to the room, have his sleep out while he went off to see the alderman. A very unusual offer. Geralt often had Jaskier tag along to collect payment, as Jaskier had a persuasive tongue. With Jaskier at his side, Geralt received most of his payment in full.

“Are you trying to trick me, witcher?” Jaskier asked. “Trying to give me the slip and make off while I’m asleep? Tell me, what have you put in my morning tea? Have you spread some sleeping draught on my bread instead of jam?”

He took a great bite, swallowed it down with a monstrous slurp, then pretended to gag. He threw a hand over his forehead and went limp over his plate.

Geralt rolled his eyes and nudged Jaskier’s foot under the table.

“I live!” Jaskier gasped theatrically.

“It’s a miracle,” Geralt deadpanned.

Jaskier grinned and tucked back in, chewing at a more gentlemanly pace. “So. What is it? Have I got bags under my eyes or something? You’re being generous.”

“I just thought you might be tired.”

“Well, that was courteous of you. But rest assured, I am well rested.”

Geralt hummed. He returned to his breakfast without another word, and Jaskier regarded it as a fluke of the early morning.

Until it happened again in the market.

They were returning from their meeting with the alderman—only stiffed by one silver coin—when Jaskier wheedled his way into an extra hour of shopping. Geralt followed along at Jaskier’s side while he flitted from stall to stall, abusing this sudden burst of generosity to have a bit of fun.

“Look at this, Geralt!” Jaskier held up a little floral sachet embroidered with two stars. It was filled with lavender and chamomile, with just a hint of cinnamon.

“This,” he explained, “is a charm for good dreams. See these two stars here? They’re wishing stars. The first grants blessings for good dreams during your first sleep, the second for your second. You see, most charms try to lay a sort of blanket-blessing for the whole night, which is why they never work. My grandmother made one of these for me when I was little and she used both stars. I never had a poor night’s sleep with it under my pillow.”

“Hm.” Geralt picked up the sachet, examining it with an amused expression.

Jaskier liked when Geralt looked smug. It was not the smile he truly wanted, but anything like a smile was a blessing to see. He was always glad when Geralt enjoyed himself.

Geralt dangled the little sachet in front of Jaskier’s nose, swinging it slightly. “And how did you sleep last night? Are you in need of a sleeping charm?” he asked.

Jaskier stiffened. That made twice that Geralt had suggested sleeping poorly. Jaskier had been sure he’d been asleep, but now he had an inkling that he was being made the fool. He lightly tugged the sachet from his hand and returned it to the stall.

Geralt resumed his silence after they left the market.

That night, Jaskier slept with his back to Geralt. He thought he could feel Geralt’s eyes on the back of his head long after they snuffed the candle. He nearly jumped when he felt the arm wrap around his waist.

Geralt pulled him to his chest and spoke in his ear. “Calm down,” he murmured. “You’re thinking too loudly. I can’t sleep.”

Jaskier nodded, heart racing with nervous energy.

“This too,” Geralt said, placing a hand over the thrumming in his chest.

“I’m afraid that’s out of my hands.”

“It’s in mine. So relax. You have nothing to fear with me.”

That was … a strange sort of comment. Strange, and oddly calming. Jaskier played them over in his head, imagining them in a new context. He closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of Geralt wrapped around him, warm and steady. Geralt’s breath tickled his neck. And yes, Geralt had his hand over his heart. His heart was, in many ways, in Geralt’s hand.

Jaskier smiled, cracking an eyes to look up at the moon. “I’m not afraid of any werewolves sniffing about tonight if that’s what you were thinking.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Hm. So what do you think I’m afraid of?”

Geralt only hummed in reply.

Jaskier turned under Geralt’s arm. “Oh no, I said ‘hm’ first. You have to say something else. I already used it in this conversation.”

“Hm,” Geralt replied again, a funny little smirk on his face.

“I’ll smother you,” Jaskier threatened, putting a hand on Geralt’s pillow to make good.

But Geralt took the hand from under his head and wrapped it around Jaskier’s. “Wish you would,” he murmured.

“Come now, Geralt. The pay wasn’t that bad. And I don’t really mean to suffocate you; you don’t have to hold me back.”

“You need more sleep. You’re slow-witted today.”

Jaskier frowned. “And what do you mean by that?”

“Go to sleep, Jaskier.”

So he did, and things were relatively normal as the week progressed. Evidently, Jaskier looked rested enough, and Geralt no longer felt the need to make comments. Perhaps that had been all. Jaskier had to admit, he was tired. Or perhaps it was more convenient to pretend. He didn’t like thinking that Geralt had woken, and he didn’t believe Geralt would toy with him.

They were on the path again, and Jaskier returned to his musing. What, he wondered, would make Geralt smile? He told jokes at the tavern at the next town, hoping to steal one little grin. Now and then he cast a look over his shoulder to see if Geralt might laugh, but after the first few jokes he had to concede. He spent the rest of comedy hour focusing on his circle of patrons, laughing and drinking while he waited for Geralt to finish his lunch.

In the evening, he worked the same crowd, hopping round and round in a dance as he played his songs. He played a few songs Geralt had deemed not horrendously irredeemable in the past to see if that might do the trick, then tossed in a few cheeky verses of ‘Fishmonger’s Daughter’ for good measure. He bought Geralt an extra ale. A second plate.

Geralt never did smile, but at least he looked pleased.

When Jaskier had a moment spare, he brushed Roach and polished her tack. It would seem this quest of his was never-ending. All month long he’d been asking himself the question, and honestly, his efforts were uninspired. He wasn’t doing anything more or less than what he would normally do, sprinkling in little treats here and there which he thought Geralt might enjoy. There wasn’t  anything special in it. The lack of imagination bothered Jaskier and he knew that if he wanted Geralt to smile, he would have to think of something bigger, grander!

But Geralt was different. Geralt didn’t mull over these things. It was surprising, yes, when Geralt went out of his way to do things for him, but he didn’t agonize over doing them. As easily as Geralt set his bags down at the campfire, he might place an apple by Jaskier’s elbow. The day might be long, but Geralt would set up camp at midday to let them rest, just when Jaskier was aching for a good lie down.

Jaskier lay awake after his first sleep some nights, watching him, thinking it over. The more Jaskier thought about it, the more he became aware of the little things Geralt did. They were more frequent now. At least once a day, Geralt did something to make him smile. All Jaskier wanted was to do the same.

What, Jaskier asked himself. What would make him smile?

He stood in the tailor’s mirror, asking himself the question once more as he adjusted his new doublet. He turned this way and that, plucking at the sleeves. It would be autumn soon enough, and he needed to dress for the season. He thought a nice red would do.

Geralt sat on a stool to one side, a new cloak folded upon his lap. It was Jaskier’s treat for the day, and he had bullied Geralt into accepting it.

Jaskier’s eyes flicked to the side of the mirror. He hoped he might steal a glance of Geralt smiling at the new cloak. It was a black wool, lined with soft fleece. It was still a bit early to wear anything so heavy, but Geralt was always telling him to think ahead. This village was known for their particular breed of sheep, and the coin was good, so Jaskier thought it wise to invest in the warmest, softest wool in the east. Silently, Jaskier dared anyone to try and find a more thoughtful gift than that! It was a smart gift, he thought, and to his great shock, he saw it at last.

Geralt was smiling, a real, true smile. Not a smile born of politeness, nor a wry grimace, not a smirk, but a genuine smile. But Geralt was not looking at the cloak.

Geralt caught Jaskier’s eye in the mirror.

Jaskier turned and said, “You’re smiling.”

“I do that,” he replied.

“Not often. I hardly ever see it.”

Great shrugged. “You’re too busy most of the time.”

“I’ve been trying to catch you smiling all month long! I’ve been constantly vigilant. How could I be too busy?”

“You’re singing. You’re talking and dancing, writing. Having fun. I like to watch you do it,” Geralt answered. “Almost as much as you like to watch me sleep.”

Jaskier flushed. “You know about that?” he asked.

Geralt stood, setting the cloak aside, and crossed the room to stand beside him. “I don’t mind. It’s no different from my watching you.” As he spoke, he carefully slipped his hand into Jaskier’s. “I understand if you still want to move slowly, but some nights I wish that you would kiss me again. I thought you were trying to tell me you were ready for more.”

Jaskier’s heart stopped.

Geralt wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s shoulders, looking at their reflection in the mirror. “Even so,” he said, leaning his head against Jaskier’s cheek, “I’m happy where we are now. I’m all in, Jaskier. However long it takes, I don’t mind waiting.”

“Waiting?” Jaskier squawked. He did not currently have the capacity to process everything Geralt had said, and Geralt had said quite a lot—very plainly spoken—in less than a minute.

Geralt nodded. “As long as you need.”

“You’ve been waiting on me. Waiting for me to … I beg your pardon, but did you say you wanted me to kiss you?”

“I did.”

Jaskier’s limp hands remembered themselves. They rose to cover over Geralt’s arms. Jaskier simply gaped into the mirror. Slowly, a smile lit up his eyes.

“Hey, Geralt?” he said.

“Hm.”

“I bet you a gold coin I know a way, guaranteed, to make you smile again on command.”

Geralt chuckled. “You’re broke.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m guaranteed to win.”

“Given your tone, I have a funny idea I’m about to win something as well.”

Jaskier turned in Geralt’s arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Geralt hummed. “I love being right,” he said.

“And what else do you love, my dear?” Jaskier brought a hand up to curl a teasing finger around Geralt’s long white hair. He felt giddy and silly. He wanted to dance and sing and act a fool, then leap into Geralt’s arms. But never mind the leaping; at that very moment, he was right where he wanted to be.

Geralt shushed him. Slowly, he unwrapped himself from Jaskier and walked back to the stool. He picked up the cloak and wrapped it around himself, after which he bumped Jaskier out of the mirror to have a look.

“My new cloak,” he answered.

Jaskier laughed and bumped him back. “I have excellent taste.”

“You do.” And Geralt adjusted Jaskier’s ruffled tie.

They stood together, side by side in the mirror, stealing glances at one another. No, not stealing, Jaskier realized, for this was allowed. He would not steal glances this day forward. From now on, they would be a gift. So he gifted Geralt with another glance and winked.

And Geralt smiled.

#drabbles #my fic #witcher #the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #this is just pure fluff

[chibigaia-art]

Sorry for not following up immediately on the DND question. The one recently drawn by rerenah and with a flourish in the hat.

oh, Arcadia!! OKAY SO she's my first DND character that actually went through a whole campaign from start to finish, so I had the time to flesh her out a bit more

also this got super long so, under the cut

She's an half-elf, chaotic good bard with really bad luck when rolling for stealth actions (literally the first fight we had I managed to roll a 1 and ruined the stealth attack for everyone and immediately after I got a nat20 and critted an enemy to death)

She was raised by her human dad in a port city and has almost no memory of her mom who basically just left for no reason; she does use her mom's lyre tho, because musical instruments are expensive and elfic ones are hard to come by in a mostly-human city. She left her hometown to become the apprentice of a gnome mage along with what becomes the rest of the party for the story

Main fighting tactics during the campaign were 1) lie to the government 2) if you can't talk to the enemies, put them to sleep and let the orc and paladin of the party decapitate the monsters 3) if that doesnt work, pull out the sword or bow and disregard your personal safety

though some notable fighting moments were when she enchanted the captain of what was basically the royal army and made him laugh so hard he stopped beating one of her teammates to death / when she almost convinced the final boss dragon to fly to the opposite side of the country so the party would be able to finish the quest without getting turnt into french fries - this was before the half-orc teammate freaked out about how dangerously close she was to the dragon and snatched her up like a potato sack and ran away to safety (leaving the rest of the party behind to fight a whole ass dragon) (tho to be fair, we had to go and rescue a princess so)

there was like,,, a trend at the start of the campaign where she almost died twice so the entire party started looking out for her, especially the ranger, he'd send his wolf after Arcadia to make sure she was okay or had some help, so at the end of the campaign the wolf Churro and Arcadia had a really strong friendship :]

during the campaign she also got adopted by a powerful elf witch that lives in a swamp filled with illusions - basically Arcadia was lured to her house by an illusion that looked like her mom, and wanting to ask a thousand question she ignored the party and disappeared in the mist just to end up with this strange lady (along with the wolf that was sent to track her down but left the ENTIRE party behind so fsnds that was fun)

anyway, they spent alone a lot of time and Arcadia was really interested in her because she was also the same witch of a legend - bard insticts prevailed and she wanted to know EVERYTHING; once the entire party reunited and the witch Cassandra helped them out and gave them some more info for the quest, Arcadia gifted her a short poem she wrote during the night and in exchange the witch gave her a necklace; it was all really sweet and touching because Arcadia promised to visit her again and that she'd bring stories about the outside world and stuff, Cassandra referred to her as the daughter she never had, and then the rest of the party was like 👀 we want gifts/food too and it was ruinedhfdn

oh also it's noteworthy to mention that she didn't flirt with anyone -LITERALLY ANYONE- in the whole campaign, except for the tall, dark elf that was also the captain of the paladins/royal guards I mentioned earlier - and the moment he said a racist thing about her teammates she was ready to throw down; so basically the only moment the bard of the party tried to flirt with someone she managed to find The Asshole; that didn't stop the party from trying to convince her to flirt with the guy tho

anyway the second time they met him the dude had basically stalked them to the location of one of the quest items, one of his men had killed the butler of one of the party member's family and he STILL tried to reason with Arcadia before the party collectively lost their shit and started attacking the paladins - and that's how Captain Charming got hit by a laughter spell, tied up and left in a crypt with the rest of his beaten up/sleeping friends

we never really cleared up on what happened after the campaign was over but imo Arcadia kept her promise to Cassandra (the witch) and went back to visit her while also traveling with her party members whenever they were up to do something wacky or just traveling by her lonesome because that's what celebrity bards to babey

#chibiblabbing #my ocs #ah i need to post the art i did of her yet huh #its only on artfight #Oc arcadia