#THEY are the reason I'm still stuck in this fandom no joke

[kyouka-supremacy]

Paying more attention to the words now and like. does that mean Akutagawa gives the chocolate on valentine's day and Atsushi on white day. No you have to understand that's an extremely important piece of information that is fundamental to get their characterization no wait don't leave I need to kno—

[egophiliac]

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE" As someone who's been playing TWST since march and stopped going out of my way to be spoilerfree after I got stuck at Overblott!Jamil? That's honestly been one of my favorite things about it - seeing something in fanart or a comment you think is just fans joking, only for it to be canon. "The economy!", "May I also throw a tantrum?", Malleus' gargoyle thing, and... everything about Rook being my top examples.

there's a whole bit in Trey's platinum birthday card where he goes on about how he became increasingly obsessed with mustard for like a week straight until the other students held an intervention. how are you supposed to talk about this. how can you bring up something like Trey's descent into mustard obsession to the point that the other characters are worried for him without it sounding like the most obvious lolrandom "he mentioned it once and now fandom acts like he puts mustard in everything" joke. also, how can I slip this into every Twst post from now on, because I need everyone in the world to know that this is a real canon fact about Trey "I'm just an average normal guy (who sticks my hands into people's mouths and owns 20 toothbrushes and used to eat flowers off the side of the road)" Clover.

for bonus points, 1) the punchline is that he still doesn't even like mustard that much, 2) he's saying all of this to Leona, and 3) Leona is actually kind of invested in Trey's mustard story for some reason, which is the most unbelievable part of all of this to be honest. (then Trey gets distracted by a painting of the Cheshire Cat and Leona takes the opportunity to powerwalk away to freedom before they can start talking about dijon versus spicy brown or whatever and extend this bit even longer)

[the-music-maniac]

Not that I read mpreg all that often (not really my thing generally speaking) but I came across some "Sanji is pregnant" fics in the sanzo/zosan tag, and not nearly the same amount for Zoro. It got me thinking about the trope. I think the lack of Zoro fics here is a tragic oversight. I think we as a fandom are absolutely and tragically ignoring the potential comedy gold of Zoro being the one to be pregnant instead.

Because when people write Sanji, the general trend I'm seeing (upon scanning through some of the fics quickly) is that he's cautious about it. Conscientious, careful to make sure things are okay. Which - arguably I could see, Sanji is probably the more practical of the two (not by a whole lot but still)and he didn't have a good childhood. Sanji being pregnant is usually a fic about his heaps of parental issues, childhood trauma and angst - which is fun to read. It's good. It's amazing, even.

Zoro being pregnant is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT gonna be a COMEDY. We're talking about a man who once tried to fight Kuina holding like 20 bokkens. We're talking about a man who got stuck in wax and thought the reasonable solution was to cut off his legs.

The entire crew spends the next 9 months tearing their hair out, preventing Zoro from doing stupid shit (exhibit A: cutting off his own limbs). They spend the same amount of time trying to stop Luffy from gum-gum-grabbing Zoro and yeeting him anytime he needs to get them out of a sticky situation.

The crew (mostly Sanji) is on 24/7 prevent-zoro-from-drinking-alcohol duty (impossible). Chopper is constantly stressed in the later months cause no one puts it past Zoro to get lost somewhere, give birth out in the woods and come strolling back with a baby tucked under his arm. They have to start hiding Zoro's dumbbells.

Franky and Usopp design and build a nursery and spends the entire time suspiciously teary eyed. Sanji tries to pretend he's unaffected but spends an entire night creating a 9 month meal plan of all the nutrients Zoro and the baby are gonna need. Not even a day later, one of the crew finds him up at 2 am making a mountain of food because Zoro made the mistake of offhandedly mentioning he had particular pregnancy craving within earshot of Sanji. In the end Zoro has to sit on him to stop Sanji from running himself ragged.

Robin keeps spouting morbid childbirth facts and quotes from parental advice books in equal measure. Nami keeps going on shopping sprees for cute baby clothes and adding the cost of them to Zoro's debt. Brook keeps writing lullabies and trying to sing them to Zoro's stomach. Zoro 100% uses his pregnancy belly as an excuse to walk around without a shirt 24/7 without getting nagged.

Somehow word gets out that the famous pirate hunter Zoro is pregnant, and at the next big fight with the Marines, half the soldiers refuse to fight him and instead start telling him to sit down, take it easy, shouting advice at him etc. Etc. Zoro loses his shit a little bit and cuts their boat in half.

Mihawk, upon finding out, tells Zoro in no uncertain terms that that is his grandchild and he's expecting them to visit so he can meet the baby when they're born. Zoro vehemently denies that Mihawk is his father (he is). Zeff upon finding out, is almost as bad as Sanji when it comes to being a mother hen. Perona buys even more baby clothes for the baby. She buys one singular shirt for Zoro as a joke, and it coincidentally happens to be the exact same brand of "mama" crop top he was forced to wear in that one filler episode. Zoro tries to chuck it into the ocean (he fails).

I'm essentially saying it would be absolute chaos, and it would be the funniest thing I've ever read. 9 months of Marimo wrangling. Can you imagine the look on Zoro's face if one of the opponents he was fighting were to tell him that he's "glowing"?

PLEASE, I would actually wheeze myself to death. The best part is you can still have plenty of Sanji angst. He still has parental issues except now they're flavoured with "I'm not ready to be a father" and "I'm terrified I'm gonna become my biological sperm donor" and "please don't die because of childbirth complications, that happened to my mother(sort of, I know she died after but it kinda counts), and I can't handle that happening again to you". Lots of cute/tender moments of Zoro comforting and reassuring Sanji. We can even have Zoro angst. He probably views protecting his crew as the one and only job he's good for (not true but that's probably what he thinks). Not being able to fulfill that is probably not helping his self esteem, and that sense of uselessness warring with his need to protect the baby - but the contradictory thing here is that to protect the baby he HAS to sit back and let other people do that FOR him. That plus all the other restrictions, people treating him differently, but him at the same time refusing to view his own child as a weakness. Imagine the havoc that would wreak. Oh my god.

Y'all don't understand, I don't even read mpreg that often and yet this is literally my ideal fic HAHAAAAA

[deadpanwalking]

I'm still stuck on that bad politics/same interests marriage poll. Would you honestly be with someone who didn't read just because they had “good” politics?

I mean, it was a joke poll, but what’s the gold standard for Bad Politics?  Even if I were entirely apolitical and didn't center my politics on highfaluntin' bullshit like universal human rights, my religion (and lack thereof), sexuality, and gender identity are still politicized, so the marriage options would necessarily have to be limited to those whose ideology could accommodate my personhood to begin with. After all, even if we do share interests, it would be impractical for a couple to attend a pre-concert lecture by Jordi Savall together when one regards the other (and possibly even Jordi Savall) as degenerate.  Is the choice, then, between Phineas Q. Fascist and Shawna Shares-My-Core-Beliefs-But-Isn’t-The-Exact-Same-Kind-of-Communist-I-Am?

Anyway, I’ve never been with anyone who didn’t read at all, but I’ve dated people who didn’t fuck with fiction or poetry. It wasn’t ever a problem—they liked seeing me lose my shit over literary criticism and I liked seeing them lose their shit over water resources engineering and nanoethics, or whatever. That mutual admiration went a long way.  I do understand the “must love dogs” approach to relationships up to a point, but I also believe people should give themselves more credit than fandom gives a character who ate a ham sandwich once and is now always drawn holding a ham sandwich: the specific things we like are only a part of who we are.

Also, there are a lot of excellent reasons not to lose touch with friends when you get into a relationship, and that one is a biggie: when you aren’t relying on one person for all your enrichment, you don’t have to get frustrated when they don’t want to accompany you to the three hour Bloomsday Eve Spook-tacular in some associate professor’s unfinished basement.

tl;dr c'mon man

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi BPP, lemme pick your beautiful brain abit if you don’t mind. So i think it is really beautiful that jikook decided to enlist together using the buddy program. But no matter how much i think about it, i can’t seem to figure out why they decided to do that if they are not more than friends. Don’t get me wrong, i am not saying that people who are just friends cannot do the buddy program, no, they definitely can and they have in the past but my thing is, with the way almost everyone was kinda convinced that jikook had grown distant and were not as close anymore in chapter two, how do u explain them choosing to go together, being joined at the hip for 18 months? Plus they have to have talked about this at some point way before they applied. So while many of us sat here thinking they were not as close anymore, they were making plans to enlist together as buddies? Why would they even consider this if they weren’t really close to each other and if they were still so close to each other enough to consider using this option, why did they both sometimes act like they were a little distant?

I can understand not wanting things to be so obvious but u could really tell that Jimin especially seemed very…, i dunno, different about Jk in chapter two. I don’t know of i’m making alot of sense rn or if u even understand where i’m coming from (i hope u do) but i’d love to hear what u think.

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Oh god. I wish you sent me this ask an hour ago when I was still sober because I really want to answer this right this moment but there's at least 6 fingers of Lagavulin in me. Sorry in advance for whatever you read below - I've been told I ramble and I'm more of a cunt when I'm intoxicated.

I want to say I told you so. It was clear that whatever distance jikook showed in Chapter 2 was self-imposed. It looked like a caricature of what an actual breakup would look like, in my opinion. And mind you, I've never been certain that jikook are dating. They might not be and it wouldn't make a real difference to what we've all observed them to be: something more to each other than whatever is normal.

Any distance that showed in Chapter 2 was simply spatial. The way I saw it, Chapter 2 was a period for each member to present themselves to the world as individuals. It's something I believe every member took extremely seriously. It's possibly one reason Jungkook agonized over his album to the point Bang PD intervened and we thankfully got Golden. Chapter 2 was a big deal for them. Necessary. At the same time, all the boys know the narratives they have in the fandom. They know there's a faction of fans who believe either Jimin or Jungkook uses the other to remain popular in the fandom, they likely know most of the least flattering ones floating around. They know external critics are also likely to conflate their individual efforts and motives, whether positively or negatively.

I think it was important for every member to present themselves as a singular artist in Chapter 2, and this was even moreso for jikook because of their reputation of being stuck at the hip and/or overly dependent on each other. So on one hand I think they were more careful about showing their intimacy because of external critics and perceptions, but I also think they did it for themselves. They've always had lives outside each other and they had things they needed to pay attention to in any case, with enlistment looming over the horizon.

But now that it's happened, it feels very obvious that if they had the chance to do the Buddy program, they'd do it. I think part of what you're asking Anon, is which came first - did they decide to 'appear distant' in Chapter 2 before they decided to enlist together? Or was it afterwards?

Personally, I don't think it matters much which came first. They have always and always were going to choose each other. Jikook excite me because they are literally always jikooking. I'm not sure if people think I'm joking whenever I say it, but I mean it when I say I don't worry one second about those lads because they are always jikooking.

Even while they were apparently not so close in Chapter 2, some of those times they looked tormented. What was Jungkook thinking going live, just to stare at Jimin's tattooed chest in SMF Pt 2?

What was that bit with JK naked in bed and Jimin saying he could handle him? Jikook were messy as hell during their supposed 'distance' in Chapter 2 lool. Whether or not they were fucking a girl on the side makes no difference to how I think about what's gone down in the last 18 months, and it likely won't influence what I think of them during the next 18 months.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

A storm is brewing and since I'm stuck indoors, I thought I could have some fun. Big emphasis on fun, for my sake and everyone else's. Please. So, without prolonging this too much, I'm down for some theories and speculations today and when I do it, either call me Columbo or a clown, but what's important is that I do it in style.

I've observed that these days, some idols have been a bit careless with their watches. Are they using them simply as expensive accesories? Do they need to know the time or they have their managers to do that for them? Oh, to live an idol lifestyle....nothing but idleness, right?

Or is it? The suspects today are Park Jimin, Choi Minho and Lee Taemin. My assistant to this case @peppertaemint and her reliable sources brought to my attention something we've briefly talked about a few weeks ago. Actually, we made some jokes. The situation was as follows.

Was the Rolex broken and the guy didn't know? It seems a bit silly given that the watch is not cheap at all. And usually, with an item like that, you do cherish and take care of it. It's a status symbol (I'll expand on that below). Also, Minho is known for posting on Bubble at specific times. His birthday or SHINee anniversary. It's not part of the fandom's collective imagination. They don't need to invent their own math in order to come up with the number they want. It's pretty straightforward.

Now, what does 11:55 mean? Nothing for now, but it's close to 12:09 which is Minho time (thank you pptm again). Anyway, the jury is still out on this one. It might just be that Minho needs to fix his watch.

But well, well, well, what do we have here? Taemin himself showing the same negligence as his boyfriend Hyung.

In Taemin's case, I wouldn't be surprised he just didn't care that his time was wrong, but then what is going on? Do 2Min need to buy new watches? Did the Rolexes skip quality control and somehow these 2 idols are victims, scammed of thousands of dollars? Is it a trend? A secret code between them? I'll say that all of the above should be taken into consideration.

Finally, the third victim (?) of faulty watches, Park Jimin-ssi. In his case, we're dealing with a Patek Philippe. It's the type of watch that a media mogul like Logan Roy would appreciate, or at least that's what Tom Wambsgans thought.

Logan did not care at all about the watch and it ended up as the equivalent of hush money for a kid that they all made fun of when they offered him a million bucks if he scores at a game. Oh, I miss Succession so much.....

Back to Patek Philippe. As Tom said in his rehearsed funny line, everytime you look at it, it tells you how rich you are, aka a status symbol. Or in Jimin's case, it tells you Jungkook's birth hour?

Like Minho, we also know that Jimin has his Jimin hour, he knows his way around the date calculator and so on. And given all the investigative work already done by other people (like the thread I linked), would it be so outrageous, so hard to believe that it was intentional? I don't think so. It's a sweet gesture and it shows Jimin's attention to details. He did talk about Jungkook's birthday and was among the reasons why he was livestreaming.

Pre-recorded or not (or whatever excuses/conspiracies weirdos like to engage with) Jimin wore the watch in his home and it somehow it was Jungkook's birth hour. Could it all be just a massive coincidence? Maybe. Could the Patek Philippe be faulty? Maybe, but damn, these idols should stop buying expensive watches then.

Is it such a harmful and delusional theory that needs to be buried because some fans are either pussies or plain stupid? No. This fandom loves numbers so much when it involves 20 other pairings within BTS. I think it's fine to talk about an additional one. I'm not the biggest fan/follower of the number theories, especially when it comes to I-jikookers (they work those numbers like they're trying to fix the books), but it doesn't mean that everything is absurd or completely ridiculous.

I'm not ready to close the case, my work as a detective is not done yet. I'll put it on hold, who knows what other evidence I might find myself in posession of in the future?

[canonicallyobserving911]

Hi how's your day going? Just wanted to vent and say I'm pissed at what sounds like Ryan being sidelined and casually belittled in the latest cast interview/promo 😑 i.e. apparently zero mention of Eddie's storyline for s7, Tim once again making the tired joke about eddie being "too pretty to kill off" (kind of insulting considering how much Eddie and Chris have brought to the show since s2), seems like the only thing Ryan got to say was something incredibly sweet and complimentary about working with Gavin 🥺😍 and fandom just thinks it's funny "well he IS pretty". If that's all Eddie is to buddie fandom...that just confirms everything I've been complaining about the last couple of years 🙃

Thank you @blutterlie for the ask. I'm doing well and I hope you're doing well too.

I read through the snippets that were posted on 911blr from the panel interview that was done a couple of nights ago with the main cast and the showrunner and... I really don't have words. But to say I was disappointed is an understatement.

I was really hoping things would be different for Eddie and Chris, the characters and RG and GM, the actors this season since it seems like KR got the boot and is no longer sitting in the showrunner's chair. Hopefully she is gone and if so, maybe someone other than Buck (Eddie, Chris, Chimney and Bobby because they were all sidelined in the last two years while the other half of their ships got good storylines) can get a storyline or two but I can't say I'm surprised with the outcome.

Apparently TM cares about the big emergencies which is great and all but it would be better IMO if they stopped trying to recreate scenes from movies (Speed, Poseidon and whatever other movies they've copied) and focus on growth of the main characters. I've mentioned this before in my Constructive Criticisms posts but none of the first responders have been promoted. How long are they going to remain in their same roles? For me, the show has lost something and I'm not sure a cruise disaster that puts Bobby and Athena in danger again for the umpteenth time is going to make people watch... but I digress.

I'm saddened because RG and GM the actors and the characters they play, Eddie and Chris have been sidelined and given minimal screentime for a while but the little amount they do get is always solid gold because both RG and GM are superb actors. They work very well together and I had hope for season 7 that they would finally be given the screentime they deserve especially since they barely got any in seasons 5 and 6 but it looks like another wash, rinse and repeat season with Buck still looking for answers (which I figured would be the case after I completed a post about his attire in the still of him and Chris). I was really hoping it wasn't going to be another season 4 with Eddie and Chris suffering with another recurring character (all they did was replace AF with M) while they wait for Buck to finally "get it" but apparently some people think it's fun and cute for Buck to be in the words of OS, "stuck on a hamster wheel" but I don't and honestly, unless he's headed for a massive breakdown SO he can finally DEAL AND COPE with all his issues, they can keep it.

The comment TM made about RG being pretty was just... 🙄. IMO, it was disrespectful, disgusting, disingenuous and completely discrediting. If it's true and he was initially hired for his looks for whatever reason, shouldn't they be past that by now? It's been six years and RG has proven time and time again that he's a fantastic actor. For those who forgot, EDDIE carried the ENTIRETY OF SEASON 5 on his back while KR was stumbling around as showrunner with most of the "top billed" cast (that's two-thirds of those who are paid the most) out of pocket. AB was working on A LOT of other projects and that's no hate to her but it's true, JLH was on maternity leave, RD and MR left the show and instead of giving more screentime to Eddie, Bobby and Chimney, they forced TK into the spotlight just to show how bad she was for Buck. They could have done that in episode 1 without giving her a back story so they could have dedicated more time to Eddie’s PTSD and therapy. Buck got two whole seasons and he still hasn't figured anything out but they rushed Eddie’s story and wouldn't even let him say he was going back to the 118🤔.

How many times will the audience have to watch these repetitive storylines? Also, how many times will RG, AH, GM, KC, CM and PK be sidelined for the other mains? It's supposed to be an ensemble cast but someone keeps forgetting that and pushing certain characters out front while they push the others to the side. In season 5, Chimney was sent on a road trip to drive across America with a 6-month-old instead of him staying in L.A. so Buck and Albert could help him with Jee-Yun. In season 6, Bobby was given a sponsor (Wendell) no one had ever heard of before and he appeared out of thin air. Hen's medical school storyline went absolutely nowhere and May disappeared after 6x11. And Eddie and Chris were once again sidelined and then pushed into another "Eddie has to date" because "Chris needs a mother" storyline with another bland and ridiculous recurring character because they keep dragging out whatever the "F" they're doing.

Now with the comment about RG being "too pretty to die", it made me wonder if Eddie and Chris being left out of the promos was a mistake after all🤷‍♀️.

I hope RG and GM can find a show that will appreciate their contributions and give them the screentime they deserve and it be based on how great they are as actors because they deserve so much better.

Anyway, this got longer than I expected and I didn't mean for it to but I'm disappointed in how they're treated and I'm tired of watching the same ole same old.

[jajanvm-imbi]

K so Jacob Hopkins is definitely a descendant of the Wittebane family and this definitely gonna be a plot point in ToH S3

I've seen other people mention this but I wanna add to it. (I'm not even joking I wrote this like 3 months ago and completely forgot about it)

First of all, Jacob was the one to introduce the idea of the Wittebros into the show in the first place. He's the one who gave us context.

He's also the conspiracy theory guy. He's basically the modern day witch hunter. He refers to the Demon Realm as a "realm of evil" and how he can "protect humanity" from this evil. Sound familiar?

Second of all, their appearance.

I think at this point we all understand that the ToH crew make decisions about visual elements very carefully. They choose everything they include for a reason, and that's the fun in watching this show lol.

The reason why were able to safely assume that Hunter is a clone/grimwalker of Caleb was because of their appearance. Even before we saw the paintings of what Caleb looked like, people were able to piece together how Hunter was a grimwalker of Caleb and how Belos was actually Phillip by their facial structure and their hair.

Observe:

Jacob's hair goes back in the same way Hunter and Caleb's does and has the same hairline as all three Wittebanes, but its brown like Phillip's hair. He also has the lil hair strand sticking out in the front like Caleb, Hunter, and Phillip do.

Jacob's nose is most like Hunter's and Caleb's, but it still goes out a little bit towards the tip like Phillip's.

Jacob has Hunter and Caleb's strong jawline and chin, but he also has his lil goatee which could be a nod to Phillip's beard in Elsewhere and Elsewhen.

Jacob has Caleb's eye shape and Phillip's eye color.

Their appearances are all too similar for it to be a coincidence. Like I said before, the ToH team loves to give these visual clues to help the audience piece together what's going to happen, at least with the Wittebane plotline, way before anything is confirmed within the universe of the show.

The fandom was right about Hunter being a grimwalker, being a grimwalker of Phillip's brother specifically, Phillip being Belos, and that Phillip's brother was named Caleb (well that one is all but explicitly stated but it's pretty much canon at this point). I'm positive the fandom is right about Caleb falling in love with a mystery witch and their family became the Clawthornes, and most of these theories were based in visual elements alone (the exception being Caleb's name)

While I feel like its very very likely that Jacob is a descendant of the Wittebanes, its obvious that he isn’t a descendant of Phillip or Caleb. The Wittebros both got stuck on the BI at the same time and never made it back. Its heavily implied that Caleb’s family became the Clawthornes, and its never indicated if Phillip ever had a family of his own or not, I think its unlikely. So what? A third Wittebane brother? A sister? A cousin? My guess is that ToH is gonna pull a Gravity Falls and reveal an additional sibling, (The Stan twins + Shirley who was later revealed to be the grandmother of the Pines twins which explained how Stan and Ford were both uncles in In a Tale of Two Stans) during the backstory episode that explains how Jacob could be related to the Wittebane family. 

Since Jacob is very similar to Phillip, and it’s implied in the season finale that Belos is still alive through the sludge gloop thing and got to the human relam via Hunter’s back, then its very likely that they would team up in the human realm to destroy the BI and “save humanity from evil”. 

The Hexsquad are also in the human realm, and they are undoubtedly going to do research on the Wittebanes to see how the Wittebros got to the Demon Realm in the first place so they can find a way back. This is certainly going to lead them to the Gravesfield Historical Society, where Jacob Hopkins works. And even though Luz doesn’t like and/or trust him for what he did to Vee, he obviously knows a lot on the subject, which could be very useful for their research. He might also be aware of his own ancestry, which would explain his obsession with them.  

Cue Jacob and the Hexsquad piecing together how Hunter looks exactly like Caleb, the Hexsquad finding out Jacob is a descendant of the Wittebanes (a family of witch hunters), Jacob finding out that everyone in the Hexsquad is a witch (except for Luz), Belos is also probably there like a devil on Jacob’s shoulder or something, and conflict ensues for the Hexsquad in the human realm. 

Anyway this is just my two cents on the matter, I am very excited to see how S3 will play out with the very little time they have to wrap up the story. What do ya’ll think? Feel free to add any other observations too!

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

First time fics

I was tagged by @undercoverpena and @secretelephanttattoo a while ago for this wonderful idea. This got a bit out of hand but I wanted to write a little love letter to each of these wonderful writers.

Disclaimer: LJ @prolix-yuy claimed most of my Pedro boy V cards because she's always the one who leads me into temptation i.e. new boys to obsess over ❤️

Din: @the-scandalorian (Masterlist) | @mandosmistress (Masterlist) | @mandoblowmybackout (Masterlist)

I was scavenging for Din fics on Google like a gremlin when I stumbled across Tumblr. I don't remember whose I read first, but I'm pretty sure I devoured all of Simone and Mari's Din fics during my lurking months, though it took me some time to work up the courage to comment and reblog! I was so thrilled to become friends with both of these lovely ladies!

Vibes was one of my first Din series after I got stuck into the fandom, and Ash was one of my first friends I met here!

Javier: @mandosmistress (Masterlist)

I remember reading Mari's Javier even before I watched Narcos, and I fell in love with him and his tight jeans irrevocably.

Jack: @prolix-yuy (Jack masterlist)

I already loved LJ before she wrote Cognitive Dissonance, but there was no way back after she introduced me to cowboy Jack. As I've said many times, LJ is the reason Palomino exists, and this fic is one of the most important stories to me, ever, for so many reasons ❤️

Frankie: @prolix-yuy (Frankie masterlist) | @intheorangebedroom (Masterlist)

See? I wasn't joking when I said LJ took all of my Pedro boy V cards! I remember devouring this series when it was still only on AO3. SW!Frankie remains so close to my heart.

Pleased to Meet You was not my first Frankie, but it is Maddie's first fic. Bonding over PTMY brought us together (among *ahem* other things *ahem*), and it will always be important to me.

Pero: @prolix-yuy (Pero masterlist) | @psychedelic-ink (Pero masterlist)

Yup, it's LJ again. I fell so hard for this combative, grumpy Spaniard and his Guerrera ❤️ I also fell in love with Sil's Pero, and that's how we found each other so it will always be extra special for me!

Dieter: @pettyprocrastination

I remember reading Extra Whipped Cream and going absolutely feral for PS!Dieter. I think it's the probably first Dieter fic in the fandom (not fact checked!), and it's still one of my favourites.

Ezra: @iamskyereads (Compulsion masterlist)

Compulsion is my first full-length Ezra fic and it is absolutely fantastic. I need this filthy, sweaty, loquacious spaceman, bad.

Joel: Sil (Joel masterlist)

I was very late to reading Joel, and I still haven't read much of him, but I remember I couldn't resist reading Musician!Joel in Head Filled with Parasites, the first of many wonderful and unique interpretations of Joel.

On top of my moots above, np tagging some lovelies who might want to share their firsts and anyone who wants to play: @wildemaven, @nothoughtsjustmeds, @radiowallet, @joelsgreys, @julesonrecord, @maievdenoir, @mrsquill, @dreamymyrrh, @refined-by-fire

[idiotlovesongs]

i wanna talk about being latino (mexican and colombian) in bandom, specifically being a fan of ptv.

as we all know, bandom is so very fucking white. sure you can go looking for specifically poc bands, but the majority of the popular bands are white with one or two people of color in the band and they are either white passing or get treated fucking weirdly by fans because white fans don't know how to interact with their poc idols normally (not that they interact with their white idols normally but it's a bad weird when it comes to poc).

most bands are sexualized but with ptv it felt particularly gross in the way it was tied to the fact that they were mexican. they were and are hot, don't get me wrong, but did the term sexican have to be so fucking popularized?? the fact that they were latinos was really fetishized in a way that white artists really didn't get. i remember someone talking about how the only reason they got a girlfriend in middle school was because in between getting called a beaner and a wetback, she was also called a sexican. it gave emo and alt people almost a right to fetishize latinos, specifically mexicans. and emo latinos just had to sit and take it because it was the only love we really got from such a largely white fanbase. a lot of memes around them (at least the ones that i remember, the ones that stuck with me) were kind of racist and stereotyped them. not to say ptv didn't make those kind of jokes from time to time, but it's different when it's coming from your own people rather than some person on the internet who is probably white.

i really fucking love ptv. it was so nice to finally look and see someone like me up on stage playing music for you. it was nice getting recognition from other people that we could also fucking do that. it gave us something to be. and i grew up around a lot of poc, but i always identified more with fandom spaces and bandom cause i was a weird emo child with a fucked up sense of sexuality and gender. i experienced that sense of other from my irl community and then in bandom spaces because most people were white. i wasn't totally conscious of the effects until i noticed in my writing that all my characters (and i do mean all) were white. Do you know how embarrassed I felt? How ashamed I felt? How it still feels so fucking shitty? that shit sticks with you. how is it that i was so entrenched in a white community that i forgot that i existed? that people like me existed. ptv really helped pull me out of that.

rpf is bandom was and is a big thing. if you were gay or questioning in middle school and you were emo, you read rpf. that's just how it fucking goes. i read maybe like one or two from bands that i liked, but the ones that i fucking devoured involved vic fuentes. yeah most of the writers were white and fetishized him, but it was still nice to have someone there that looked like me. idk if other poc can relate to this, but i always feel super uncomfortable walking into a room and have there be only white people. it makes you feel alienated as fuck. having vic and the rest of ptv in these digital spaces made me feel less alone subconsciously. again, this works were definitely a little racist and homophobic but i wasn't super picky back then and i had yet to unpack some internalized issues.

a little sidenote that i've noticed is that people talk about gender envy a lot when it comes to white members in bandom, but i've seem almost no one talk about it when it comes to ptv. maybe i'm just on the wrong side of tumblr, but i've very rarely seen someone say shit about ptv giving them gender envy and they are so fucking gender. literally fuck y'all. the day another white twink gives me gender envy is a cold day in hell. i went to mexico and got it so fucking often because i finally saw what my actual fucking face could be. i saw my features on guys and wanted to fucking crawl into their skins just to see how it would feel. and the gender euphoria i got at everyone saying i looked just like my dad was literally unreal. and yeah i got told i was the female version but it was so fucking close. i felt like i could fucking taste it. tangent over.

this is not to say ptv were always amazing and helpful to the community. i mean, they definitely catered to a white audience. i still remember watching their music videos and wondering why all the actors were white. they were the only poc in most of their old music videos. i particularly took note of the fact that there were poc in the music video of pass the nirvana because they quite literally had none before. i still remember the day i watched bulls in the bronx and wondering why they didn't have latinos in a music video for a song that was so tied to their latin roots. i get that latinos come in all different shades, but they are always picking the palest shade?? come on.

and i acknowledge that ptv probably didn't have control of the actors chosen for their mvs, but it still demonstrates the issues in bandom and how even in their own music videos they are kind of othered. i know if i was in a band, i would at least try to push for one actor to be visibly latino or some other poc. but like i said, they could very well just have no control over this and it's someone else pulling the strings for their music videos. it just felt kind of shitty to look at their music videos and see that even their they were the only latinos in the space.

sidenote, being latino and emo is fucking hard. being emo is seen as a white thing and, if your peers don't make fun of you, your family and community sure fucking will. i was in mexico and had my hair dyed bright red (which is admittedly an attention grabber) and you have no idea the amount of stares i got in my dad's pueblo. kids, parents, grandparents, everyone looks at you and stares. i'm sure this isn't specific to latinos, but i'm talking about my personal experience. my uncle, who had admittedly been kind of creepy and weird, kind of stopped interacting with me as much when i got my hair colored, when it became very visibly obvious that i was kind of alt/emo, and i definitely felt like my family was gonna talk shit as soon as i left. but that's also just how latino families are. there's always chisme. i can't imagine what it must feel like to actually live in mexico while being emo (especially in the 00s-10s) but, from what i've heard, it's not fucking fun. you're just really othered in a way that i didn't totally feel in the states because i had my friends who were also emo. i mean the mexican emo wars is such fucking proof of the difference in the way white people interacted with alt cultures and the way mexicans did.

anyways this was just me putting words to a feeling i've always had about ptv. it is by no means articulate or well crafted, but i just wanted to get this out. i really do love pierce the veil and most of their work. i always smile when i see the way their heritage influences their music and they really effected the way i see myself and my culture. i love that they got a mexican folklorico dancer to dance with them on stage for bulls in the bronx. it seriously warmed my heart to see them embrace us that way and honestly makes me wanna fucking cry. don't come at me because this shit is half assed. i know it is. it is just me talking about my experience and feelings and what i've heard from other latinos. if you're latino too, add onto this post or message me if you want to talk about this stuff or just ptv in general. white people, don't engage in this convo. it is not about you and i don't care about your opinion on the latino experience in bandom. other poc are welcome to talk about their experiences too. was there a band like this that y'all had and how did that impact you guys' perspective of yourself and your culture?

[sapphic-agent]

Not sure if I even read the Breaking Point fic. Maybe, maybe not. But I have my own share of fics that "we can fix canon" but make worse.

There one fic I recall (the name slipped from my mind) where ofa somehow shows the class A1 all the abuse Izu endured by BK - it was all thanks to bk and Izu forced team up- and still...people did nothing.

Now think about this premise: ofa shows the abuse and people are just midly concerned.

Why is that? Why make Izu be seen as a victom and get help and support is smth so rare in this fandom?

It is rare see Ochako and his so called friends do stick up for him in fics and not be demonized. Hell, there one where class A1 finds out bk bully Izu(OH MY GOD HE TRIED TO KILL HIM...why fics make them discovery their past as if is a big plot twist?) And proceed to give a taste of his own poison.

And...."this is bad. They shouldnt do this. Poor bk"

You know, some stories talk aboht forgiviness and can be a really touching and well done thing....but those are rare, extremely so. I'm tired of "forgive them bc this is correct" let Izu hold grudges. Let Izu dont forgive bk and be in his right.

A dorama who got this right is The Glory. The mc was horrible abused and got her revenge and in no point people were "forgive them" to mc.

To conclude: this fandom seems to tnink Izu and pain are the OTP when it really isnt nor should be.

Yeah, the fandom can be... Desensitized to this issue so to speak. I think this is for two reasons.

1. So much of Bakugou's behavior is brushed off as a joke. It's easy for people to turn a blind eye to his treatment of Izuku because so much of it is glazed over by cheap laughs.

Honestly I'm pretty sure that's why people think we're so stuck in the suicide baiting in episode 1. Because that's the only moment the series ever really treats Bakugou's behavior as serious as it is. Like, yeah, that was bad, but that's far from the only thing Bakugou's ever done to Izuku. There's attacking him during the Quirk Apprehension Test, hunting him down and seriously injuring him during the Battle Trials, being purposely uncooperative and punching him during the Final Exam, coercing him into a fight after curfew and demanding information that absolutely wasn't his business, throwing his headpiece at him, attempting to forcibly draw Blackwhip out with no consideration of the consequences, etc. Mind you, everything I just listed happened at UA (a few when he was supposed to be "changing"). I would argue that a good number of these things were worse than the suicide baiting.

But they don't register in people's heads the same way because the narrative doesn't treat them the same way. So when fanfiction authors try to write these stories, they're only looking at one aspect of it while turning a blind eye to everything else. They might do a decent job addressing how Bakugou treated Izuku in Aldera, but do a piss poor job of addressing his behavior at UA.

2. Horikoshi doesn't allow Izuku to be looked at as the victim.

This wasn't always the case. We're supposed to feel bad for him in episode one. We're supposed to think that his treatment at Bakugou's hands during the Battle Trials is brutal. He was written to be the sympathetic underdog who's been given a bad hand in life and gets treated like shit because of it.

But that began to change around Deku vs Kacchan Part 2. Hori knew that Izuku had to forgive Bakugou if the viewers were going to. But there was also no way to realistically do this if he actually had a negative response to Bakugou's treatment of him. So he gave us the implication that Izuku wasn't bothered by it at all (which we know isn't true because he was extremely upset when Bakugou said what he said in episode one). He confirms this through All Might of all people, so it has to be true, right?

And most viewers will accept this at face value. Because they're looking for an out for Bakugou. They're looking for a way they can like him while not condoning a bigoted bully.

That's how I see things anyway

[maxwell-grant]

🔥 Venturebros?

I'm not sure what constitutes a "hot take" in this fandom but,

I like the Order of the Triad a lot and I'd be in for a spin-off for them on principle, but I'm not super into the idea of a comic spin-off, when the biggest reason I like these characters is their voice performances.

I totally and mostly respect Doc and Jackson's willingness to do whatever they feel like and keep stuff they think works even if the fans would prefer something else (see: Billy & Pete White, who used to be fairly unpopular, but they stuck around and carved up their space very nicely), by no means am I a "listen to the fans!" advocate, God no. But, I reeallly think they should have listened to the Season 4 feedback more and just dropped Sgt Hatred. Look, the voice is super funny, I get it, you had way more fun writing him for the bodyguard than you ever did with Brock, I get it, but no, nope, still do not think it was remotely worth it, and I'm definitely not alone here. Single biggest reason I can't watch the show with anyone else. Hatred drags the entire thing down.

I love the Venture Bros like no other cartoon show but I totally get people who just refuse to give the show a chance on the basis of how long and complicated it is or because of particular jokes that turned them off or character concepts that strike them as offensive. The show is indeed A Lot, and sometimes it is straight up Bad, and even the creators admit as much.

I have no love for Sean Connery or Sean Connery parodies so frankly Colonel Gentleman does nothing for me, I actually hate him.

Baron Underbheit sucks, but I don't think he sucks as bad as the creators say, I think it's mostly his two focus episodes that dont hold up. I think they found a pretty nice little groove for him as the excitable horrible idiot friend in the later seasons and I think they could have gotten more out of him, as the Beavis to the other villains' Butthead. He could have fit pretty well in the Peril Partnership.

Giving Triana Orpheus a bigger role would have definitely done a lot for the show's popularity online, maybe even enough to save it from obscurity or even cancellation (the internet economy of cartoon goth girlfriends is brutally potent), but I'm glad they didn't. Triana is boring and she's pretty much supposed to be boring and I'm glad Doc and Jackson kept shooting down the fan demand bugging them at cons to make it The Triana & Kim Show.

[sincerelyverena]

Can you write for sub!Oliver? I'm so desperate seeing him squirming and whining😮‍💨

⟡⁺ RUN, BUNNY, RUN

oh hi guys its been a while ! never thought id manage to get this out but here it is, n i hope u all enjoy. ive missed each n every one of u (sorta) (joking). anyways im planning to lean in on the more multifandom aspect of my account, so youll be seeing a few different fandoms scattered around. nevertheless, give it a read! mybe itll be ur thing :] ty anon for this request, much love <3

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He reminded you of a bunny, an animal.

Oliver Quick was reticent compared to the hearty, high conversation around the table that night. He was stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast to the Cattons, a family line of the prestigious. High on the grace of themselves and each other. Blissfully unaware of anyone or anything past what they offer to their inflated egos. And who were you, to make such unprincipled claims against family? Against blood?

Mother  – Elspeth, as she insists all the children call her – had always made snide, discreet digs at you. Shielded with a manipulative curl of the whoreish pinks of her lipstick. Underneath those sly comments is a white-hot grudge, directed toward her only daughter of blood and the Catton heiress everybody just seemed to have forgotten about.

‘You only think of yourself.’ She says. 

‘You only believe you’re superior because you abandoned the only people who’ll ever care for you.’

But they never cared for you. Not in the slightest.

You were the only descendant of the new-age family line that didn’t reside under the roof of Saltburn, causing waves in the circles of old money when you took your trust fund (and dignity) in a single palm and vanished to New Mexico. 

Nevertheless, to maintain access to the trust fund, you have been spending the entirety of every summer with your bloodline you inherently disowned. Money was the bottom line, the bottom line of every transaction you make with your parents. Which wasn’t a problem in the slightest, considering in their eyes, how much you were worth was the only thing cardinal about you.

You had stayed summers long enough to recognize the twisted, Catton-branded pattern your brother, Felix, had fallen into. In your eyes, he wasn’t fit to be claimed the bloodline heir. His blood is unsavory and debilitated. During the presidency of his birth, Elspeth had been participating in affairs with men who would’ve directly tainted both the reputation of the family name. As well as the bloodline.

The crimson redness of your dagger-shaped nails clinks along the side of the thin wineglass in your palm. Those morals of clean blood had been hammered into your head for decades, no matter how much your mother preached her modernized values.

Elspeth was still the same harlot she was all those years prior. 

The exact reason why instead of disturbance, thinly veiled amusement is masked between your hues as you witnessed Elspeth’s conversation with Oliver. The wrinkle of her eye crinkled furthermore with maliciousness, masked with honeyed words. Oliver reacts in a manner especially foreign to you. The apples of his cheeks pinken as Elspeth momentarily offers a palm toward the muscle of his arm, a singular touch as Oliver’s lips clamped together. Unable to respond for a beat of a moment. The cogs behind Oliver’s eyes turn and work soundlessly, having to be coorused by Elspeth herself to respond. 

Oliver was a stark difference from Felix’s past pets, brought to the household each summer for the entertainment of all. You observe him thoroughly, without shame. Nobody would question you anyway, especially the Catton children. The food chain of the bloodline stands unquestioned with Felix toppling all competition. But you were there first, and the force of that power still stands. 

All that you knew was that Oliver would be at the very bottom. A stark, white rabbit amongst the lions and wolves. The sheep's clothing they wear? Deteriorated. 

And you’d die for a chance to snap your jaws around his neck.

Even though you were barely a decade older compared to the other descendants of the Catton name, your tastes in sexuality had simmered. You have had your fair share of flings, basking in sensual attention like how your younger relatives are receiving nowadays. 

You’ve made the stark assumption that only a few strains of men and woman could cause that familiar warmth to unfurl within the depths of her core. But you were solely mistaken, as the cobalt hues of Oliver Quick met yours. They withheld the sweetest traces of caramel that caused something to stir. Something that caused the top of your bare thighs to squeeze together absentmindedly.

Oliver’s once-pinkened cheeks redden once again. He was the first to look away.

Run, bunny, run. The words bounce around your skull aimlessly, as if the density of your head were hollow. Your only set intention was the young man across the cherry-wood table, and how your lips curl upward at the thought. 

An unmistakable atmosphere of tension ridged itself between the two. Unmistakeable enough for Oliver to virtually scramble from his chair with a lowly hinged creak as soon as the black-tie dinner was to be dismissed, disappearing into the estate’s foyer without another word. In the process, silencing the remainder of the table as they escape the metaphorical weight of their chairs.

‘Someone had to go.’ Farleigh snarks, expression feigning boredom.

Elspeth offers a scoff in turn, though the weariness of her hues twinkle with stuffed amusement. ‘Don’t be silly, Farleigh.’

On the other hand, Felix’s brow wrinkles. You tune out the roar of masculine voices and a battle of ego as the two relatives bicker over the treatment of their guests. The hypocritical bounds and leaps of their voices were enough for your meal of fancy, fickle steak and fluffy, mashed potatoes to churn in your stomach.

As much as Felix preaches for his adoration of Oliver Quick, the entire household – even the thinness of the estate walls – knows that he’s only a temporary fix to his hunger for the disadvantaged. Viewing himself as a saint, veiling the sin that reverberated inside. Even Felix is willing to slip unsavory words about Oliver’s history before their friendship, especially his mother’s drug addiction. 

You shortly realized you were the only one who hadn’t uttered a single word about Oliver. Yet, at least.  You were the only person under the Catton's roof. You’ve maintained formality, and politeness in the scarce cases of passing the salt along the length of the table. But there was nothing polite in the way the relentless azure of his eyes bored into your own, obstructing every value and moral you’ve ever known.

They always said curiosity would eventually kill the cat. The claws of your nails threaten to dig into the hitch of your thigh, deep to the point of drawn blood.

You needed to know about him.

The soles of your crimson-sheathed heels click against the top of the blemishless floorings. The space between your shoulder blades bur without missing a beat, bound to be from the hawk-eyes of Elspeth Catton and her descendants that followed. Nevertheless, you push past the judgment and persevere forward toward the same foyer Oliver had vanished into.

The double-storied entrance room was as grand as the rest of the estate. Dark 

strains of oak are the main attraction, revealing the old-money origins of Saltburn. Jars of incense sticks decorate the occasional corner, the passionate white musk filling the atmosphere, tickling the back of your throat as you inhale.

The peace-brimming silence is sliced with a stressed rummaging from the door placed offside, shielded behind the wood-trimmed stairway. You prided yourself on minding your own business, but you couldn’t help but shuffle a tad closer. Enough to catch a glimpse of a singular bead of light, trickling out of the gap the door had made.

You cursed the thrum of your heels as you ventured closer. Hand strained against the top of the engraved door, sending strained words to the universe as you threaten to inch it wider and wider open.

All that secrecy disappeared from your body at the sight of Oliver Quick. It took you a few, prolonged seconds to recognize the young man amid the shadows. The sight of his scruffy, pale knees pressed against the ground. A crown of wavy, brunette locks shielded the focused curve of his eye as he rummaged through something. You couldn’t help it, fingers curling to widen the door a little more.

Creak.

Nothing could prepare you for what you witnessed before you. Even the panicked alarm that flares in the cobalt of Oliver’s hues goes ignored as he virtually snaps his head toward you. Amid his hands, various Catton heirlooms have gone untouched. Useless to some, priceless to others, and you guessed Oliver had made his mark on that.

‘What in the world are you doing with Aunty Start’s Apollo earrings?’

The words escaped you in a rush. Who knew that that your snow-white, innocent bunny had nefarious means within the Catton family? You exaggerate aunty’s last name, a slight teetering edge of glee trickling into you at the sight of grieving recognition that filled Oliver’s eyes.

 You stepped fully into the doorway.

‘I wonder what Farleigh would think about that.’

Oliver didn’t take the threat lightly, notable by the slight shake in his voice. “You wouldn’t.” He insisted. His hands scrambled, and the box propped between his fingers slipped and clattered across the oak of the storage room’s grounding.

The sole of your heel slams against the bottom of the door, widening it entirely. You entered the room with a click of the underside of your shoes, reverberating throughout the suddenly too-cold, too-hollow room you found yourself in. The only sense of illumination is the light from the foyer, trickling into the suddenly too-compact expanse.

You crouched down. Knees hitting the base of the flooring similarly to Oliver’s own, barely a foot or two away. You could hear the tameness of his breaths. The sharp, panicked gasps and swallows that only made your lips twist upward. The threat was there, looming over Oliver’s head, choking him by the throat.

‘Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. You decide, Ollie.’

‘How–’

The length of your fingers curled around the curve of his cheeks, pressed into the slight hollowness that would follow. Silencing him in turn. The splinters of illumination from the doorway behind them manage to offer an iridescent glow toward the plumpness of Oliver’s lips as you squeeze half of his alluring face. 

You hadn’t expected the first, proper interactions with Oliver Quick to wind up in his manner. But you have no intention to stop. The fashion in which his eyes bore into your own, gaze hawk-like as he stared down at you. Eyelashes fluttering. Pupils dilated.

A wave of awareness rolled through you at the sight. Those same splinters of warmth unfurled in the base of your abdomen.

‘What are you doing here, Oliver?’

Your digits eased around the sides of his face to allow him to speak. The cheeks you once grappled somewhat pinkened once more, face glowing under your undivided attention.

Oliver’s breaths grew slower and slower. As if your touch drunken him.

‘Felix invited me,’ his words were borderlining a whine, scrambling to explain himself. ‘For the summer.’

The base of your eyebrows drew together darkly. The amusement reverberating in your eyes dissolved into a slight annoyance. Your fingers traveled toward the curve of his chin, taking it into your possession in a rough matter it sends Oliver’s eyes to rounden in response. He was a sick, sick liar.

He corrected himself, in seconds. ‘For revenge.’

‘Revenge?’

Despite your concentration, you hadn’t realized the lack of distance placed between you and Oliver. The proximity is intoxicating. To the point in which you felt the soft exhale of his breath fan across the form of your painted lips. His scent disturbed the twist of white musk and dust in the air, catching you off guard.

You dipped your head further upward. A single breath away from his own. 

Oliver’s words scrambled from his parted lips, each syllable trembling. ‘Revenge.’ He confirmed with a singular breath.

That singular breath that was virtually snatched away from him as you captured those plump lips with your own. A warm hum of pleasure buzzes throughout your body, sensations setting your nerves on fire as your mouth brushes across his.

You retreated into yourself momentarily. Ears perked up as Oliver drew in a sharp intake of breath, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with a glimmer of euphoria. He inched forward. A small movement that confirmed the lust that sparks behind his hues. 

Honeyed heat circulated throughout your body as your lips locked with his own. Threads of that same heat were found within each movement of their mouths. Your cheeks burnt with stuffled anticipation. 

A soft, strangled noise reverberates toward the back of Oliver’s throat as your hands enter the proximity of his caramel-like locks. Soft to the touch, feathery. The pads of your fingers curled against his scalp. Curling. Tugging. Kisses growing with heat and passion, further and further until Oliver was a mess between your two palms.

Oliver virtually whined as you pulled away. The lipstick you had carefully applied the hour prior smeared across the edge of your oh-so-swollen lips.

The pad of your thumb ran across the form of your mouth, the crimson red dirting the length of her digit. She pulled a single finger along Oliver’s lips, smearing the remnants of the lipstick.

‘And what are you doing with my family’s heirlooms?’ You inquired, words soft with sensuality. Masking it with a casualty as you press onward. Thumb pressed immensely into the dimple of his cheek, ruddiness staining the ivory of his skin.

Oliver leaned into her touch. ‘I was just curious, that’s all.’

You knew that there was a nefarious nature in his intentions. You removed your hand entirely and raised to your feet on two heels. The sound of your soles meeting the oak floor echoes out, bouncing against the walls as you approach an ancient, traditional desk. Draped with a translucent cover. It was considered to be as old as the estate itself, yet you had no problem sitting all over it. 

Oliver watched in the process. Eyes rounded a remnant of a bashful doe. A spark of recognition appeared behind those eyes as you inclined a singular fingertip toward the space before you.

‘On your knees.’

You took a bound of pleasure watching as Oliver dropped before you. Those knees strained against the ground. Trickles of arousal unfolded in your abdomen, nerves set alight and anticipation fluid within you as he came eye-to-eye with the satin fabric that shielded your cunt. And it was hard to miss the stained wetness.

‘Y’know what? I don’t think Felix would be too happy if he–’

‘You can suck off my brother later, but you’re serving me now. Or everyone will know whatever betrayal you’re planning against them.’

Oliver choked back any other remaining protests. Witnessing as your undergarments rolled down your hips, down the curve of your thighs, sliding along your calves, and dangling from the top of your ankle. Exposing your womanhood entirely to him, your legs widened a little further. 

At the sight, Oliver leaned forward. Willing to comply. A foreign, almost animalistic thirst reflects in the light of his hues. Only halted by a singular palm. Your fingers propped atop the strewn locks atop his head, restraining him from reaching the wetness he yearned for. 

‘I’m gonna ask you this again, and this time you’re telling me the truth, bunny.’

Your words were slow. Diligently pronounced and purposeful with each syllable.

‘What are you doing with the heirlooms?’

‘I just need–’ His words escaped in fluent gasps. Your skin prickled as Oliver’s trembling breaths fanned your womanhood. ‘I just needed some dirt on Farleigh.’

‘Oh yeah?’

The length of a singular leg of yours gradually intertwined around Oliver’s shoulders. Your hand eased up as you nudged him closer toward you. He willfully allows you to guide him, nose practically touching the top of your mound. 

His words continued with a shuddered puff, eyes virtually glazed over.

‘Something that’ll disappoint your parents.’ Oliver dwells upon his reasonings further.

‘And Felix?’

He nods.

‘You dirty,  dirty dog.’

Those words only fuelled Oliver further. And before you could even consider knowingly degrading him once more, the searing heat of his tongue is pressed against the slickness of your folds. He works his mouth against your cunt, movements growing sloppier and sloppier as he basks in the sexual validation he receives. The length of your fingers find themselves in his hair once more, fluffed, brunette strands coddled around your fist as you squeeze your legs around him.

The pleasure that you receive from his mouth alone is indescribable. Honeyed, warm ecstasy maneuvers throughout you. That familiar space between your thighs aches, even as Oliver’s lips latch onto them. Merely fuelling the fire that runs hot underneath your skin, alighting your nerves on fire.

“Fuck…” You can feel him grin around you.

A finger shortly accompanies the consumption of his tongue. And Oliver’s fingers are undeniably long, pale fleshed worked down to the knuckle with the force of a few pumps. He adds another. Then another. Stealing a moan or two from the depths of your throat, forcing you to clamp your lips shut. If anyone walked in. Your cheeks burn at the thought.

You bucked your hips into his fingers as Oliver worked you open, curling into you without faltering. Plunging his digits into you, again and again until you were breathless. Calves curled around him, guiding him further and further toward your sensitivities. Welcoming his mouth back onto you once more.

Oliver’s lips latched longingly onto the little pearl lining your entrance. He murmurs sweet nothings into you, fingers easing their pace until you can only hear the subtle quickness of your heaving breaths. And his whispers. Whispers of how wet you are, and how much he longs to quench that thirst. Again and again. On his knees, basked in his most vulnerable state.

Just for you. Oliver both in time, curls his fingers and squeezes your bud. Unleashing a wave of fire that takes you by the throat, walls squeezing around the length as you come undone. Shockwaves virtually gripping you. Tremors guide you back from your high as both grunts and moans of approval escape you.

Oliver glows under the attention. He peers up at you, through the intensity of his thick lashes. Doe eyes blinking occasionally, innocently, as he pops those fingers into his mouth where he once tasted you. Suckling. Tongue flittering around the pad of his digits.

‘You’ve done that before, haven’t you?’ Your words were more of a statement than an assumption. The pulsing of your newfound arousal doesn’t show in the slightest, only glimmering behind the intensity of your eyes.  You weren’t done with your bunny, not yet anyway.

Oliver’s fingers escape his lips with a reverberating pop. ‘Yes, ma’am.’

You reach downward briefly. Taking the lace of your panties with a single hand, guiding the garment around the base of your heels. Abandoning them on the dust-soaked floor. Those same heels meet that same grounding.

‘I didn’t take you for a fuckboy, bunny.” You practically spit, taking pride in how his eyes wobble slightly at the force of your filthy, filthy words. A short snap fills the room as you indicate your hand towards the oak tiles. 

‘On the floor.’

Oliver doesn’t say anything less, finding his body sprawled out before you. Essentially submitting himself to you in the process, something that ignites that oh-so-familiar heat in the pit of your belly. You stand over him, relinquishing in how he stares up at you, willing for you to do anything to him.

‘Pants off.’ Your words are snappy and insistent. You almost feel like that spoiled little one you used to be as a child, one who would get anything you would desire. ‘You don’t need them.’

Oliver’s fingers work to untangle his belt, loosening the dark fabric of his pants.  The material rolls down his hips, his hardness is immensely visible through the thinness of his boxers. The bulge accompanying the arousal that burns throughout your entire body, abdomen unfurling with that oh-so-familiar heat. 

You drop down toward him, legs clamped down on either side of Oliver’s thighs. You are squeezing them somewhat. The curve of your palm cups the fabriced nature of his manhood, causing a soft moan to escape him. 

‘[Y/N]...’ The broadness of Oliver’s hands grapple the frame of your hips, the warmth of his fingers curling around you. He virtually buckles up into you, against your bareness. A motion that causes your lips to curl up into a lazy smirk. 

‘Repeat my name, bunny.’ The pad of your fingers tease the rim of his boxers.

Oliver’s breath shudders. ‘I’m begging, [Y/N].’

A gradual, mocking roll of your eyes overtakes you nevertheless as you tug the thick material down. They roll and crinkle along the bottom of Oliver’s thighs, allowing for him to spring out for full reveality. For you and you alone. A low whistle fills the emptiness of the room as you observe his girth. Oliver is virtually trembling under the intensity of your gaze as you curl a fist around the length of his shaft, taking delight in how he buckled into you.

‘Be patient now.’ The words escape you with a scoff as you feign annoyance.

Oliver quietens in your demand. Alas, as you position yourself above him, you can still hear the raspiness of his breaths and the pleasure you take in the stink of desperation high in the air. He buries himself into you with a singular thrust, merely forcing a soft groan at the initial discomfort at he fills you. Stretches you out. Your hips slap against his own as you buckle up and down across his length, Oliver mimicking your movements to a tee.

You arch into him, soft noises of pleasure escaping you as he manages to claw ecstasy from you with every singular thrust. Your inner walls clutched around him, causing Oliver to drop his head back, gasping your name out as if it were a prayer. As if he were on the verge of life and death.

‘[Y/N]?’

‘Yes?’

It’s odd how the two of you presented the conversation as if you weren’t rutting your entire life and soul into him. Onto him. Oliver continues to writhe around some more, arching himself into you, again and again. The whiteness of his cheeks is notably flushed with arousal.

‘I’m about to –’

You slow down your pace until you’re merely mounting him, the lack of movement causing a groan of sexual frustration to claw from Oliver’s throat. The side of your thighs squeezes around his hips for extra exaggeration as you proceed to speak, merely unphased, even as you are reaching your release.

‘Jesus, Ollie, don’t be so fuckin’ greedy.’

You scold through hitched breath and hushed moans. His girth is warm inside you, and something about that is so utterly pleasing.

‘You aren’t to come unless you’ve pleased me enough.’

The demand causes Oliver’s head to loll back with esteemed annoyance, but he doesn’t say anything. It merely prompts the width of his hands to press into your hips, beginning to rock himself into you. It steals a moan out of your lips, but the sight of his desperation is a sight of see indeed. You arch further into him as he ruts against the exact spot that causes you to see stars.

The length of your hand folds around the back of his neck. ‘Right there, bunny, oh, you fuckin’ beast!’

Closer now. Closer now.

‘Say my name, [Y/N].’ Oliver heaves with strained breath, holding back on his orgasm has done numbers on him.

You wack him across the back of the head.

‘That’s my line, dickhead.’

Alas, the words barely escape your lips as the boiling and bubbling dam within you snaps and crashes. You dissolved into nothing but pure pleasure. Nevertheless, whatever you had said, Oliver’s name played on your lips in something that bordered screams. Tremors of ecstasy fill you as Oliver continues to pound into you, guiding you throughout your orgasm in your most vulnerable moment.

Aftershocks spark within you as you go limp, pulling yourself together with heaved breath and glazed eyes.

‘Have I pleased you enough, then?’

Oliver’s voice is hoarse, tearing you out of your orgasm-fuelled trance.

‘It’ll do, bunny.’

But before, Oliver can even consider his release. You rise from your previous position, his girth sliding out of you with ease, glistening with your slick. You tug the fabric of panties around your hips and back in place, glancing in a dust-covered mirror as you adjust your appearance. To make it seem as if you haven’t spent the past half hour having the life sucked out of you.

‘[Y/N] –’

Oliver’s protests rise in the air, falling upon deaf ears as you proceed to exit the room itself. The bottom of your heels thud against the wood-slicked tiles as you reenter the dining room, hope in hand. Your wordless wishes are fulfilled at once at the sight of Farleigh, who is window-watching, wine in hand.

‘Farleigh, thank God, I found you.’

Farleigh turns his head, bringing his glass to his lips.

‘What now?’ He’s waving away your presence entirely, it is clear.

As much as you despise this half of the family, you maintain a clear mind.

‘Oliver was rummaging through your mother’s heirlooms. I suggest you go, now. Heed my warning or not, I don’t care.’

A look of suspicion flashes across Farleigh’s face. His lips part momentarily in question before he thinks otherwise. Smart boy. Setting his wine down and immediately dashing past you. A yell or two sounds out a moment later, and your painted lips quirk upwards in pleasure.

You knew what Oliver was up to. It was clear from the first day you laid eyes upon the household’s guest. But no. It wasn’t up to Oliver to wipe out the Cattons from existence, even though he’d be doing the filthy work for you. It was admirable yes.

But it was your job. A job you strived to complete.

You slip your hand into the slight pocket in the fabric of your dress. Pulling out a small capsule. Your eyes narrow down on the glass of wine, vacant on the table. 

Starting with Farleigh. 

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“LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BUILD MY S**T! PROLOGUE PART 2: “THEN DIE LIKE ONE!”

Summary: The Last thing you remembered was finally putting Dream to jail and then everything went black only to wake up in a world you don’t recognize. trying to find a way home you found yourself in a mob chase that you find irritating and once they are satisfied threatening and killing you who then respawn the in execution made them realize who they almost killed and just as they were about to fall from their knees and beg for forgiveness.

You destroyed their homes in Revenge.

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(Prologue Part 1) (Interlude) (MASTERLIST)

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GENSHIN IMPACT OR THE DREAM SMP! THEY BOTH BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS AND I ONLY OWN THE PLOT! EVERYTHING HERE IS MADE FOR FUN AND NOT CANON ON GAMES AS THIS IS AN SELF AWARE IMPOSTER AU MIXED WITH VILLAIN AU OF THE SAGAU/SELF AWARE GENSHIN IMPACT!

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(Very long Note 👇)

Note: Thank you for your support and I didn't expect everyone would love the Prologue part 1 since my writing is pretty rusty and I had to change, fix and add stuff on part 1. But I'm happy you guys like it so please enjoy the second part and this is gonna chaotic since this is gonna be Mondstadts destruction and if you guys read my prologue you already know what will happen UwU

Also, I like to apologize as a writer I should have specific what reader gender is and her gender here is female but I always referred her as ‘reader’ or ‘you’ since that's what I usually do when I write stories of Fem reader but there are times she is referred as she or her. Considering a lot of people liked Gender neutral reader I probably pissed people off for not specifying reader's gender whoops 😅 So for those who expected to be gender neutral I really apologize that it isn't what you want but I do hope you can still stay and continue to read my story even if it's not gender neutral. If you want not read it then it's fine I won't stop you because it's your decision.

Btw I do have been bombarded by hate anons regarding my story however I have removed it and ignore it since it doesn't stop me from making this story as this story was made for fun and interesting idea that has been stuck in my head for so long XD. I also received that one anon right here calling me rude on not drawing reader on what they look like when I want to clarify this.

The reason I drew reader like that is because that's how I see her in my version. Yes you guys can change it since this is a x reader not an oc. If you don't like how reader looks like then that's understandable and you can imagine her or draw her of what she looks like in your own version but don't call me rude of how I drew reader. I'm sure you already know there are artists who draw their own version of their own reader which is why I drew my version of the reader of my story. So anon if you are reading this I'm just stating the facts and not insulting you but next time please watch your words and if you don't like my story then you can leave. The only reason I'm here on Tumblr is to express my writing creativity and I'm sure everyone who is in the SAGAU fandom has noticed one of their favorite writers not being here on Tumblr anymore due to not following rules and sending hate.

If anyone disguises their selves as anon and then sends me hate. What's your problem? If you don't like my story then don't send hate just because I made something that you guys couldn't and this story was made for fun and to let readers enjoy this mixed Au crossover. I am not here to listen or follow your words of saying it's 'cringe' or it 'sucks' or even the worst one 'kys'. Even if you are joking just so you know words are stronger than actions. 

Sorry for the long notes I just wanna clarify since I'm basically new or rather just got back writing after reading a lot of wonderful works of different authors who made their SAGAU fanfics and already notice the signs of how people act here on Tumblr. Please know if you keep trying to ruin Another person's life by insulting their work and then it shows how bad you are as a person.

Criticism is open so that I can be aware and try to improve my writing since the only problem I have in writing is missing words and grammar. I am not mad or anything I basically wrote this with a straight neutral expression XD

Also, this chapter is very long, and had to go through major changes, and double-check from transferring this story to docs for Grammarly to check, change, add and also fix. I had fixed a lot of it including Prologue part 1 which is why I take so long to post cause I was adding and fixing some stuff in Prologue part 1. Also, I did mention I made a fight scene and I hope it looks pretty good for you guys since I am scared it's not good DX 

Not my strongest suit so please don’t hate it considering I am very bad at explaining them.

But anyways please enjoy Prologue part 2! ^^

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WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of characters who died, angst, destruction, mentions of alcohol, mention of a pet getting hurt, Characters might be OOC since I'm trying my best to get them in character DX

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Prologue Part 2: Then Die Like One!

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Few weeks or 5 months before the execution...

“So this is where the imposter lived in?”

Mondstadt’s Knights of Favonius including Diluc, Aether, and Paimon were standing a meter away from a comfy cottage that was nicely built and there was also a comfy stable with a horse sleeping in there. Albedo and Sucrose are back at Mondstadt to watch over Albedo's 'brother' who has calmed down from fighting them which was very suspicious however they were lucky they got his Compass that leads them to you. Honestly, when they have finally first found your cottage they all thought your home would be something out of a tent or something else like a cave they would live in so seeing a house in a middle of a snowy land that isn't from Dragonspine or Snezhnaya confused a lot of people of Teyvat, especially the place they found the cottage is from a land they have never see or step foot on before.

"This place…feels normal?" Paimon commented.

"You sure this where the imposter is staying?" Amber asked Aether who is holding what it seems to be a compass that had the name '(Y/n)' on it and it was pointing at the Cottage in front of them.

"The compass is pointing at that building in front of us," Aether said as looked at the object, “This is the only thing that the Albedo's brother had in his cave”

“Right and most of the objects he had there were mostly potion ingredients” Paimon included.

“Then let us get this over with” Diluc summoned his weapon, “Your grace would be yelling at us if we don’t return with the imposter...Including the Traveler as well”

Aether groaned as Amber patted his back while everyone grimaced knowing their grace has been throwing tantrums and are aware of how obsessed their creator is with Aether to the point they almost locked him which is why he left the ancient abode quickly without their Creator's permission and if Klee didn’t snitch but unfortunately the poor girl got herself punished as she was the one who let Aether go out since she didn't like her big brother's friend to be sad and got herself punished and no one likes their Creator’s punishments.

They love their creator and they are sure that they didn’t mean to be mean or hurt their people.

“Hey...” Amber spoke wearily pointing at the tree branch, “Doesn’t that look like those crows that always fly around with the imposter”

Everyone looked where she was looking and indeed there are four crows on the branch looking at them. Everyone had their guard up knowing they were informed that the imposter has crows that are not ordinary ones. Such as one insulted Venti, One suddenly carry a bomb that exploded on top of Zhongli’s head causing him to be angry, and another also sneaked into Raiden Shogun’s home and planted bombs that are made of glitter which pissed off the Archon who was not amused with the mess.

It was a hilarious sight of the Archons getting bullied by those weird crows. However, they are informed that all the crows that belong to the imposter will suddenly speak in perfect human speech.

“Let’s try to take them out first since one of them will inform the imposter,” Kaeya said as Amber got her bow ready to shoot the crows when-

“Well...” A voice spoke causing everyone to pause, “That's not a nice thing to do right chat?”

In a blink of an eye, everyone screamed when something shot the snowy ground to which everyone dodged or try to avoid getting hit.

“NO MERCY!!” The crows spoke.

“KICK THEM OUT, BIG SIS!!”

“INTRUDERS!!”

“THEY TRIED TO KILL US!!”

“Be lucky I heard their voices outside chat”

The snowy smoke cleared revealing you wearing a fluffy light blue cloak as you fixed your hat and twirled your diamond ax with your other hand holding a crossbow made out of fireworks.

“Let’s kick them out when I just finally take a break from building my temporary cottage,” You said with a smirk as your eyes flashed red.

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No one knows how many days or years passed as the world stayed the same. It was like a never-ending cycle with things going back into a routine. But the aftermath of the execution cause all 7 regions to be on the lookout for their missing creator that they have failed to recognize and realized they made a grave mistake serving an imposter who was nothing but a tyrant to all nations. Such as destroying homes and killing a lot of innocents for stupid or little reasons. The imposter has also verbally either screamed at her acolytes or sometimes slapped them.

Speaking off the imposter after the creator left with the Abyss and leaving the fame creator who is an Inazuman mortal that had a bad reputation of being a selfish and greedy woman who also has dumped many guys for their looks. Her parents died and have used almost all of her parent's money for dresses, make-up, and other stuff she could greedily have to herself. Because she was revealed as the imposter she was shunned by her peers and her nation for her sins to the point the Raiden Shogun had tortured the woman 3 times before banning her from Inazuma.

Mallory, unfortunately, had to live getting yelled at or rocks were thrown from different people from the different nations that all banned her from entering but before she was banned each Archon would let the vision users or themselves torture her by reminding her of the mistakes and sins she has done by having the face and voice of the true creator only now to live a curse where she can not die and forever live the pain, trauma, and suffering that you have given her to make her feel what you felt. Supposedly Mallory was to die and be revived 10 times only to her horror is that a big white box appeared in front of her showing that she will have infinite times of getting killed and revived again. It made her cry and realize she will forever have the curse of feeling the pain of death and then waking up alive again with no wounds but she can forever feel the pain of her body.

She then suddenly disappeared but no one knows where she go as the people of Teyvat were happy she was gone and now are focusing on trying to get your forgiveness by looking for you who seemed to have almost disappeared from Teyvat. The people were scared knowing they couldn't bear the sin of hurting their creator yet they knew it was their punishment for almost killing their God.

Aether was cradling his swollen cheek as Paimon put ice on it. The traveler is currently residing in Wangshuu Inn resting on their journey after they witnessed the execution that went from killing an impostor to killing the true creator. Despite Aether wasn't the one who chases the imposter he was still one of the people who wanted to kill the creator for making his journey to all nations to find out the truth of Teyvat by separating him from Lumine. When he went to look for the creator only he realized that it was an imposter because he didn't feel the aura that controlled him in his journey so which is why he didn't get angry or try to kill the imposter and now he regretted his actions for sticking by the imposter who is deeply obsessed for his attention including his love. He thought he could tolerate her but it became annoying and exhausting when the imposter kept staying by his side and he was forced to be with her at all times by her acolytes.

It was right after the execution or rather 3 days after it, he was visited by Lumine to his shock but it made him happy although…

He didn't expect to be punched by her.

He grimaced remembering the look of disappointment from his sister and the shock he had felt from it as he cradled his bruised cheek.

'You are selfish brother…' he remembered Lumine's words, 'I can understand that but letting yourself be with the imposter?… You have failed to realize how deep their obsession with you…'

He did and then he remembered yelling at her about why did she side with the true creator and why isn’t angry at them when they had separated them by letting that unknown God separate them as one had to struggle through the journey 500 years ago and the other had to go into a full saving nations problems, being their errand boy and also going into different nations to experience the same cycle again instead of helping him reach the truth of what Teyvat is like yet no one told him the truth or he never reach the answers what his sister told him to learn.

(Note: This refers he hasn't reached yet the truth of what Teyvat is and he has not reached Snezhnaya yet. He has met the Pryo Archon but the moment he wanted to learn the truth the imposter arrived and thus he was never able to get the truth of the Pyro Archon.)

He sighed earning Paimon's worried expression.

"Something wrong Aether?" She asked and she gave him an ice pack to put on his cheek which he thanked her.

Currently, both of them are in Wangshuu inn and are resting after the execution event that happened weeks ago. The people in Wangshuu inn were pretty much groveling and doing prayers to the shrine of the Creator with many offerings and bowing of forgiveness for what they had done. The Traveler didn't see Xiao hanging up the roof of the inn but Aether is aware that the Yaksha has gone somewhere as he is one of the people who had killed the creator under the imposter's orders.

"Nothing…"He said, "Just remembering Lumine's words"

"Oh…!"

'I never side with the Creator' She said and just as he was about to tell her she was lying she lifted her hand up to stop him, 'Rather I side with an Outlander who has no idea she is the true creator…All she wanted was to return home and be with her siblings. She wanted answers to know where she appeared as she has never been in Teyvat before'

He stayed silent as Lumine shake her head a portal behind appeared revealing an Abyss herald.

"Your highness," The herald said, "Her Majesty is waiting for you"

Hearing what the Abyss Herald just said Lumine turned around and this time Aether was about to run to her but was stopped by his twin who glanced behind him with the same disappointed expression.

That made Aether go silent and he could hear Paimon yelling behind him. Lumine sighed and shake her head before going into the Abyss Portal. Paimon then came to him worriedly and asked a bunch of questions about where did he go and what happened only he gave her an answer that he was in a short meeting with his sister.

"Do not follow me not when I told you to reach your end of a journey like I did so that you will see the true nature of this world…You still didn't do what I only asked you as your sister…Instead you have joined that cult who worships the creator when in reality they are blind to see that they were worshipping the true imposter…"

He didn't know what to say as all he could recall was when he first saw the true creator his vision went red and charged towards her ignoring Paimon's scream that called him out. He was about to stab her but he was deflected as he remembered the look of the true creator who looked at him in shock before annoyance.

"OH COME ON!" She said before jumping back, "AND I THOUGHT I COULD FIND A DECENT HUMAN BEING FOR QUESTIONS!!"

Both of them fought and fought until he was on the ground injured while you were ruffled and bruised with scratches as well. Aether could see a little blood on your arms that was flashing golden slowly before going back to red. He thought he was gonna be killed instead you just looked at him like he wasn't worth your blade, shaking your head before you threw him a potion that is made for sleeping.

Although before he got hit by a sleeping potion he did remember your words clearly.

"Just because I look like their creator of this world doesn't mean I'm trying to be like them…God, what an idiotic simp they are geez…Guess I'll avoid another simp again ugh and to think I had high hopes I could find a decent ally to help me go home…"

Aether grimaced as he looked at his hands like he was stained with blood. Your words hurt him yet he doesn't know why it hurts.

"Well…"Aether paused, "Looks like someone learned their lesson for dooming almost every nation's people by playing ignorant and playing along”

Paimon gasped when she saw a familiar Rockstar, "Xinyan?!"

Aether looked up but flinched when he saw Xinyan’s appearance and expression. Back when he first met her was when she was one of the Creator’s vessels and she is still until now. He officially met her in the Moon chase event by Beidou and then he met again in Inzauma with Childe. He also met her again in the second Lantern Rite. If he remembered Xinyan and Yun jin became best friends sharing their love for music despite their styles of music being different from each other it never stops them from being friends but it also made them interested in each other's musical culture. Pretty both of them were the best of friends.

That is until the imposter came to Teyvat and ruined their friendship.

In front of either wasn’t the same friendly yet bold rock star that Aether and Paimon knew. What they are looking for is someone who had lost a friend, betrayal, and most of all anger. Xinyan did not give them a friendly expression like before but a darkened anger that almost felt like burning similar to how Diluc would glare at Kaeya with that same expression when Kaeya boast of being one of the Creator's favorites back then. The only thing that Xinyan looked different was very obvious other than her hair is down and her wearing a brown cloak.

No, the glaringly obvious difference wasn’t the expression, her outfit, or her hair.

or rather...

Xinyan has lost her right arm.

One of the punishments of trying to tell everyone that the creator they were worshipping is an imposter yet it failed to reach everyone.

Xinyan for some reason knew that the creator they worship was an imposter despite she wasn't a true worshipper she still cared and prayed for the creator in her own way.

Her punishment includes being banned from her Homeland.

The place where she learned her music.

and the broken friendship of Yun jin.

“What?” Xinyan spoke, “Surprised to see my missing limb that the Geo archon did?”

Aether winced before going silent with Paimon who has been silent ever since the execution. Aether remembered being one of the people or rather mostly the one to watch people’s punishment as being the number one consort-he grimaced at the word- of the imposter and was one of the people who saw the friendship of Xinyan and Yun jin destroyed in ashes. Yun jin stayed with the imposter despite her being laughed at a lot by the imposter of her voice, she still kept singing.

He remembered the cries of Yun Jin behind her dressing of how the imposter made fun of her high-pitched voice.

He also heard the ‘creator’ apologizing to Yun Jin yet Aether knew she was lying and is just doing that to make Yun Jin know her god still love her singing and it worked.

Xinyan on the other hand became a wanderer after she tokes all her stuff and disappeared. That was the last time he saw her or heard the last of her music until now.

“H-how are you Xinyan...” Aether cursed internally at how awkward he sounded.

Xinyan hummed, “I’m alright Traveler but I’m here for a reason and I’m just messenger for you”

“A messenger?” Paimon asked.

“A messenger of (Y/N)”

Both companions tensed up knowing it has been like weeks since they have seen or last heard of you and to hear Xinyan being your messenger then something is up.

Xinyan noticed their reaction but didn’t say anything yet continued, “She wants you guys to meet in Mondstadt. I don't know why but she wants you there right now”

“And if I don't?”

“Lumine will never go home with you and you will lose more the people you have cared for or befriended in your journey"

Those words made Aether tense up in shock, “How could she-”

“Her words she said: ‘I don’t give a damn if I'm gonna be cruel when he already disappointed his own twin’ and we all know you are dead set to be with your family right Traveler”

The way Xinyan didn’t sound like her usual tone or accent made Aether grimace and sighed knowing it's almost everyone’s fault-including himself- why she is like this and those words you told her to tell him stung yet it was the truth.

He disappointed Lumine.

He disappointed his other half and twin.

“That’s all I can say,” The former Rockstar said before turning around to leave, “Hope you’ll like your gift there”

Gift?

Before Paimon or Aether could ask Xinyan she suddenly threw something out of the balcony before disappearing in front of them making the two companions startled

"D-did she j-just disappeared?!" Paimon asked, "And what was that?! The one she threw!"

Aether ran out of his balcony and looked down only to find no Xinyan to be found on the ground of the Inn. Paimon looked around before looking at Aether who just shrugged making the floating companion hum worriedly

“Well looks like we couldn’t ask what Xinyan meant by gift? Doesn’t the creator hate us?” Paimon questioned knowing after the execution it was obvious the creator didn't like them.

She also shivered remembered your torture of the imposter and had to cover her ears while closing her eyes tightly to ignore the screams of pain from the imposter.

“...” Aether looked down quietly.

“Well...Let’s go to Mondstadt and see what the creator wants with us” She said as the blond outlander nodded as both he and Paimon grabbed their stuff and left to go to Mondstadt.

Unknow to Aether and Paimon, a crow was watching everything before looking up at Xiao who looked down to which the crow cawed at him softly and flew off to Mondstadt leaving Xiao to drown in his guilt, pain, and Karma.

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“So you decided to side with us?”

“...”

They sighed and looked at their former friend or rather companion.

“Just so you know you will be the one to bear this betrayal”

“I know”

“Even if they will hate you?”

“...I’ll do anything to redeem myself for the creator”

“The creator? Then what about (Y/n)?”

“Huh?”

“The creator is the almighty being who uses us as their vessels but also the one in charge of everyone’s lives and how our world works. They are also our companions despite we couldn't see what they look like until now. (Y/n) is just an outlander who is searching for answers of going home and doesn’t have memories of possessing us or know the story of our world”

“...”

“Tell me. Are you redeeming for the creator or for (y/n)?”

The companion didn’t say anything making them sigh again and start walking past them.

“You should have thought this through despite you are one of their favorites after all”

“...”

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“Woah and I thought the people in Whangshuu inn are miserable but Mondstadt...It is wayyyyy miserable” Paimon commented on the miserable atmosphere of what should be the happy city of freedom of Mondstandt

Paimon is correct when the city of freedom was way more miserable than the people who reside in Wangshuu inn. The people were muttering forgiveness and some of them were already crying as one of them were running towards the shrine what it seems to be a bundle of offerings. Children were crying and parents or sisters from the church tried to calm them but they still kept crying. The sight was a mess and the only one who is looking normal is Katheryne.

“Ad Astra Abyssosque” Katheryne greeted the companions with the same line, “Welcome back to Mondstadt Traveler and Paimon. I’m afraid all nations like this place are currently mourning or drowning in their guilt for hurting the outlander (Y/n) Minecraft”

That last name made Aether and Paimon confused since this was the first time they have heard that last name since they never knew you had a last name however the way Katheryne said it like she has been saying that name a lot of times just like how she repeats her lines when they did commissions or expeditions.

Unless she has been one of the people who tried to convince that you are the God and not the imposter but that was highly unlikely since Katheryne wasn't a worshipper like the rest of the nations.

"Hey, Katheryne…" Paimon greeted her, "How long has been everyone like this?"

"Right after they returned to their respective nations all of them started to act like this right away and I had a hunch that after hurting the Outlander (Y/N) Minecraft in the execution they realize their mistake right?" Katheryne pretty much summed up the problem that happened weeks ago.

"Y-You knew?!" Paimon exclaimed.

Katheryne just chuckled, "Of course, I know and I been telling you and many citizens about it yet none listen until the execution"

Paimon rubbed her head sheepishly while Aether looked down. They did hear from Kaeya that Katheryne had to deal with the backlash of getting egg thrown by her or any items but that was over after Bennett stopped them when he said he was doing their job.

Aether flinched remembering he was one of the people who failed Bennett by chasing you down and letting him get killed by the other acolytes.

"I thought I could trust you…" Bennett chuckled that held pain, "I guess you are like everyone else…sorry for wasting your time…"

Aether bit the inside of his cheek as he felt his chest hurting from remembering Bennett's words and sad expression. Paimon continued asking Katheryne numerous questions or to which the android answered the floating companion with honesty.

Footsteps appeared behind them making Aether snap out of his thoughts and glance behind him only for him to get hit by water.

"Aether!" Paimon cried out.

The traveler coughed and wiped his face only to flinch seeing the familiar Astrologist of Fontaine who then started living Mondstadts after accidentally reading her Master's book or rather her Master's diary was now glaring at him with hate.

"It's Mona?!"

"Hello Mona" Katheryne greeted the Astrologist who continued to glare at the Traveler, "I supposed you are leaving Mondstadt today?"

"Indeed especially I am quite tired hearing everyone groveling to the guilt of their mistake that I have been trying to tell them that they have served and imposter only it failed and didn't they didn't listen and hurt us" Mona huffed before looking at Aether who looked uncomfortable making her raise her head in delight.

"It seems you have learned the truth and now drowning in guilt is that right?"

Aether tensed up but it was the answer that Mona knew that the traveler is now having regrets. She then threw an envelope to him who was caught in confusion as Mona then adjusted her bag.

"I'll be leaving this nation to find a suitable place where no groveling of people's mistake of hurting (Y/n) and that letter you have right there Traveler is from her," Mona told him.

Both companions blinked before looking at the envelope that had a crow stomped on it.

"I must make haste" Mona faced where the entrance of Mondstadt is in, "Goodbye Traveler, Paimon, and Katheryne. I do hope we can meet on much better terms"

With those words, Mona walked away and that was the last time Aether and Paimon would last see her.

It was silent other than citizens crying and groveling as Katheryne stared at the traveler before glancing upward to find a crow watching the scene. Katheryne let out a small smile as the crow cawed and flew away leaving Katheryne to glance at Aether who comforted Paimon who looked like she was crying. He on the other hand had an unreadable expression on his face. Almost all the people he befriends slowly disappear or are dead at the hands of the true imposter.

It showed Aether how much he fucked up badly if he only told the truth as the first vessel of the creator then he still could have the companions who had helped the creator still smiling and not being angry with him or the friends who have died for the true creator still be alive and still there to help him.

But they are not here.

Not when everyone betrayed them.

And not when they learned the truth.

And was too late that they realized their mistake.

Look what you have done to the choices you have made...

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"You know I always give my guest a warm welcome but seeing you guys here with my compass made me rethink and get ready since I have heard from my crows you are here to bring me to your 'Creator?' "You huffed as cracked your neck to the side while observing the knights, the Darknight of Mondstadt, and the famous Traveler of another world.

"So you knew we would come" Jean got ready in her battle stance.

"Yep," You said popping the 'p' at the end.

Honestly, almost everyone is unnerved by how calm and laid back you are when you are supposed to panic that you are about to be killed and forced to meet the creator for your punishment having her appearance, face, and voice. No one liked seeing their creator angry and they all blamed you for making her have mood swings.

In reality, they have not realized the only reason why their so-called creator has been throwing tantrums and anger at the people and to her acolytes is that she doesn't want them to find out she's an imposter and is panicking that her plans will go to ruins once they learn the truth.

"For someone who should be aware of what they have done you seemed pretty calm" Kaeya commented with a dark smirk.

"Eh" You shrugged earning baffled looks from them, "I get that a lot since if I act scared or something it breaks my character"

The chat is cackling at your words and laughing at the knights’ expression that has the look that you have grown a second head.

"Then you are a fool to be this calm when you made a great mistake" Diluc retorted.

"Yes having the appearance, face, and other shit that is related to your master when I'm legit trying answers" You huffed in irritation ignoring the enraged looks from everyone, "You are one annoying group of simps"

"Simp?" Paimon questioned hearing that word.

You waved her off with a laid-back smirk earning a huff of annoyance from Paimon before your tilted your head from the left as an arrow landed on your door. Making you glance at Amber who shot it. No one move until they saw your eyes flash again red.

The atmosphere became even tenser as you let out a sigh before throwing your hat up in the air which one of the chat flew up to catch it.

“There's no other way,” You said as you watch the chat fly off with your hat before looking at the protectors of Mondstadt.

The fact you suddenly feel like you are in Techno’s place with you being him and the Knights being the butcher gang.

The irony of this scene made you feel how your brother felt fighting against the butcher gang.

Your words were very low and ominous causing the people of Mondstadt to get their guard up when you move your hand behind your cloak to get something. Your wings were then revealed and stretched out it moved back and-

“...I choose BLOOD!”

With the splash of potions, you have thrown to the ground and your wings flapped all the snow to make a smoke causing everyone to cough as the smoke became hard to see smoke filled the area. Aether looked around in caution with Amber readying her bow n’ arrow and Eula behind her. Diluc and Kaeya are sides to side with their weapons ready just like Jean and Lisa who stood next to each other until-

“AETHER LOOK OUT!”

“!!!”

You emerge from the smoke in front of Aether who was caught off guard and-

“Peek a boo!” You sadistically smirked as your (e/c) changed to blood red.

You went in for the kill.

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“Oh, creator please forgive our sins...” One of the who are drinking in Angels share sobbed before taking a huge drink, “We are ‘hic’ doomed...”

“‘hic’ agreed...”

Diluc sighed as he watched his customers drink their sorrows away to be knocked out he and Charles tried to stop the customers from drinking too much until they are knocked out only they will keep coming and more and more people came to drink away their sorrows. Diluc is lucky they still have enough wine or other drinks to make for the customers.

Venti is the most common one who has to drink his sorrows away along with singing his sorrows through the lyre that he played every day. Kaeya is also one of them except he had taken a lot of Death After Noon or Dandelion wine drinks much to Diluc's anger when had those from him only to find out Kaeya took all of it to be knocked out. Rosaria is nowhere to be found and none of the sisters could find her, especially Barbara who was worried for the Cryo nun.

Currently, right things haven't changed after the aftermath of the execution except there are few which is a relief to him and Charles and Kaeya are at his bar drinking his wine slowly instead directly trying to drink all his wine in one go. Heaven knows Kaeya is lucky his liver hasn’t been destroyed from drinking all alcohol too much. The tavern was quiet other than the people who are sobbing or knocked out from drinking Diluc continued cleaning the glasses when Charles came in and sighed causing the Pryo user to look at him.

"I just sent 3 drunks home while one is knocked out but is currently carried by their buddies," He said.

"Thank you" He thanked him.

"No problem happy to help considering how our nation is being down in the dumps…"

Hearing that earned a grunt from Diluc while Kaeya hummed but you can see both sworn brothers are in pain and guilt in their eyes as they learned that they made a sin of hurting you like an outsider. It hit them like one of Klee's bombs hit them when this whole time they could have read or realized the signs that the ‘creator’ they put their whole life was the true imposter. At first impression, they did very well on being kind, warm, and benevolent to the people but the moment you appear they started to lose it and losing show their true colors.

Yet none of them didn't doubt it.

They just blame you for making her that way.

Until they realize their mistake and it was too late.

"I heard that the true imposter disappeared after entering Snezhnaya…" One of the customers whispered.

"Seriously? Well they are doomed especially that's the place where the Fatui are born and lived"

"Exactly and no one know what has happened to her"

"Well if anything happens to her it's on her"

"Right especially she was the one who made us kill our creator”

“Creator has cursed her into some kind of immortality curse but we are not sure”

“Really...”

Whispers began to appear as Diluc glanced at his customers before glancing at Kaeya who had an unreadable expression but he is aware that the Cryo user is listening to get information.

“There have been sightings of crows in the area around outside Mondstadt walls yesterday...” Charles pointed out, “I am not sure if those are from Inazuma but they don’t fly here so they could be the creator’s crows”

“Are they still there?” Diluc asked Charles who nodded.

“So” Kaeya spoke putting down his glass on the counter, “She’s sending her crows to spy on us?”

“I am afraid I'm not sure” Charles admitted.

“But I can say is that there have been rumors of Venti getting attacked by one of them which is why he isn’t here”

Kaeya snorted imagining Venti getting attacked by a bunch of talking crows.

“Anything else you find suspicious yesterday?”

“Other than the crows I don’t think so...Although I'm not sure why there are six of them yesterday flying around above or next to the walls of Mondstadt”

Kaeya sighed as he watched Diluc thank again Charles who then waved off before leaving the Tavern to get home. Things are slowly getting out of hand and the sightings of your crows shows that you are spying on them. They aren’t sure if they should be happy you are checking Mondstadts or if there is a reason why you sent your crows here the city of freedom that is in total chaos of the execution. The people in the tavern began to leave to send their offerings to the creator’s shrine leaving the brothers two vision users in the tavern.

“You know...” Kaeya began, “There are several meanings of seeing crows from what I heard from an Inazuma citizen”

“Is that so?” Diluc said as he began to make a new drink not facing Kaeya.

“There are five meanings apparently of seeing a black crow well there is a six of them” Kaeya raised five fingers and then showed his hand to add one finger to make it six as he then started to be for leaning back before making one of his hand played with the glass graceful.

“A single crow is considered an omen of bad luck. Finding two crows, however, means good luck. Three crows mean health, and four crows mean wealth.” Kaeya then began to frown.

“If we spot five crows means sickness is coming.”

Diluc paused before putting the drink down and glance at Kaeya who looked very tense.

That wasn’t a good sign considering if your crows do have those meanings in numbers.

The redhead noble is now dreading the thought of the next crows gives him a fear of what happens if there are more crows with meanings.

“Then... What if there is a chance we see six crows?” He nervously asked Kaeya who tensed up even more before thinking.

"Then...If I heard that if…we see six crows means death is nearby." Kaeya’s eyes widened when he just realized what he said along with Diluc.

Charles mentioned six crows are spotted yesterday.

This couldn’t be a coincidence.

Kaeya began to laugh in disbelief but you can hear the pain and agony in it as he covered his face with his hand.

“I guess we are gonna be punished by our creator!”

The way he said his word was cracked yet Diluc understand what he is saying as the atmosphere in the Tavern became tense

They are doomed to die in their creator’s hands.

Either Mondstadt.

Or the people.

“HAHAHA BE SCARED!”

And just like that the atmosphere popped up like a bubble as Diluc turned to his left with Kaeya as they spotted a crow on the table kicking some glasses or mugs.

It came from the window that Diluc swore he last saw was closed.

“GET WRECK YOU, HANDSOME MEN!!” It shouted at them and then another one appeared and slapped using its wing on the first crow.

‘Quit being a simp on these fools when we just finished placing TNT around Springvale” It scolded the first crow who huffed...

Both men felt their eyes wide as the dreading feeling intensified hearing the crow’s words.

TNT wha-

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

Suddenly a loud explosion was heard outside of Mondstadt causing a big shake catching Diluc, Kaeya, and the other people outside the tavern off guard you could hear screams of confusion including people who fell or lost balance from the explosion and mini earthquake Other citizens saw the smoke as one of the knights began to run towards where the smoke is while one went to inform Jean.

“That's our cue to leave!”

“AWWWWW”

Both crows flew off the window as the door of Angel’s share was slammed open revealing one of the knights who look distressed.

“CAPTAIN!” They shouted, “SPRINGVALE IS ON FIRE AND HILICHURLS ARE ATTACKING THE PEOPLE THERE!”

Kaeya got up and ordered them to hurry out and save them as he then left with Diluc who grabbed his coat and wore it on him.

But as they left they didn’t notice a brown cloak appeared on the side of Angel’s share watching them leave.

A crow perched on their shoulder as the person then handed the note to the crow who used their beak to grab it before flying away. They then decided to walk out of Mondstadt to another exit that was near the tavern.

“It looks like it worked”

The wind moved the cloak of the mysterious person yet they held it before it could drop their cover.

"Let's try to distract Traveler from heading towards Springvale…"

Under the cloak was a familiar freckled skin and long, light auburn-brown hair, some of which is tied into braids was seen under it except they are lucky no one saw who they are under the cloak.

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“BURN!”

You dodged the flaming eagle as you then appeared in front of Diluc before kicking him as you lifted your shield up from getting stabbed by Kaeya who then freeze your shield as you pull out your crossbow before shooting at him with fireworks causing him to let go of his weapon and jumped from getting hit from those rockets. Smoke from the snow was large from the impact of the fireworks as Amber began to shoot through the smoke.

Suddenly an ax went flying towards Amber who ducked quickly as the ax landed on a nearby tree. Then something was thrown in front of the outrider who flinched seeing your face as you almost shoot her before you let out a yelp in confusion as your body was launched away from Jean’s anemo attack.

"Thanks, Jean!" She thanked the acting Grand Master who reached her hand out for her to stand up to which the outrider toke it.

“Be careful Amber" Jean told the outrider, “She isn’t the same as before don't let your guard down!"

You rolled your body over before landing on the ground graceful glaring at Jean before pausing as you saw purple particles that then formed into a magic circle as Lightning hit you. You did not scream but let out loud curses before shooting Lisa who was surprised by your resistance and teleported away from getting hit.

“FUCK THAT STINGS!” You cursed as you quickly swallowed a lot of the last potions that you made in the case and you were lucky that they didn't notice before charging toward the Dandelion Knight.

“Jean heads up!”

CLING!

CLANG!

CLING!

“Do give me a good fight again Acting grandmaster” You said as you put all your anger on your weapon to Jean who was getting a bit overwhelmed by your sheer strength and bloodlust yet still manage to fight back.

You had to be careful considering this is gonna be a rematch with her since now you remembered how her attacks were like when you first fought her. Plus you need to avoid that hard upward slash that made Jean’s enemies launch in the air and float. You also have to avoid her Gale blade move after hearing from Rosaria how that move is annoying and threatening to all enemies. You already learn how this move is like considering it pushed you away from attacking Amber even further.

CLING!

CLANG!

CLING!

CLANG!

“Look at that she’s able to block Jean’s attack!” Paimon commented.

“Looks like she seems to be now aware of how we attack and is able to defend against us with her attacks that are more aggressive than before” Kaeya informed them considering when he fought them he struggled to parry them yet he had the upper hand using his vision but now it looks like you can attack them even if they used their vision.

Diluc clicked his tongue, “Looks like the imposter improved...”

Indeed he was right. Back then you had struggled against them since you didn’t know their attacks as it was the first time you have seen people who that kind of sword style when you first arrived but you were still able to defend and fight them off when they first attacked you, especially you learned how annoying you have to fight them with their visions. You tiled your head to the right as a piece of your hair was cut only a small portion of it as you then strike back with a harder pressure. 

CLING!

CLANG!

SHIIING!

“What is this strength!?” Jean exclaimed noticing your attacks are very much more aggressive yet very quick than before. She then countered attack you as you quickly defend from 

as you then sidekick her legs making her lose her balance and then felt her body kicked as well.

“JEAN!” Her friends exclaimed as they ran towards her while Kaeya and Diluc appeared on each side of you with their weapons to hit you who was smirking.

You crouch downward catching the two off guard before yelling out in pain feeling a burning explosion you then felt a pain getting hit from your side as you began to bleed yet it didn’t make you falter. 

“If you get hurt and haven’t stopped fighting then continue but if you can’t handle the pain then retreat. Don’t die so dumbly alright” Techno patted your head, “Besides who can keep up my bloodlust other than Phil?”

“I won't’ die yet Tech..’ You thought before your breath hitched slightly seeing a shadow appear above you and you rolled away from it.

The boulder had geo in it and landed where you were standing which means Traveler made his move as you then leaned backward avoiding a blade that almost hit your head as you to bring your other shield to block Eula’s attack but then you felt your back was hit by a huge wind that unexpectedly pushed towards Eula who fell onto the snow thanks to you.

“What the hell dude!” You yelled out of Traveler who switched to Anemo before throwing an ender pearl to avoid getting slammed by Eula as she noticed you teleported away from her as your then cartwheel an ice attack and lightning.

You glared at the traveler as you teleported at his charging figure causing him to skid back and raised his sword to defend himself and then avoid another block which he was lucky he blocked or else his exposed torso would have been where your sword landed if he blocked it. Suddenly he started to get overwhelmed as you began to rapidly overcome his attacks.

‘Not good!’ Aether thought in fear as you saw it making you grin at seeing the emotion that you and Techno enjoy whenever both your bloodlust tends to take over.

“Feeling the pressure already little traveler?” You asked him grinning sadistically.

Your smirk almost reminded the blond traveler of Childe and Scaramouche.

“How the hell is she that strong and fast?!” Diluc grunted as he held his torso in pain.

“Wait look closely at her body!” Lisa pointed out.

Jean squinted before gasping when she sees particles around you as you continue fighting Aether.

“What...is that?” She asked in confusion seeing it.

Considering your potions were different than their potions they aren't aware you drank a potion in the middle of the battle however they know you must have something that made you strong and fast for them to attack. Things aren't going as planned and the acolytes need to hurry especially since they didn't want their creator to be even more in a bad move.

You, on the other hand, are having fun dodging and attacking Aether who is slowly showing signs of fatigue and exhaustion yet he didn't hesitate to continue fighting you.

That is until-

"WOOF! *WHIMPER!*"

You froze which allowed Aether to use his Geo Burst as you were then pushed it with a grunt as you then backflip and landed on the snow before turning around and pointing your crossbow at Kaeya who had your pet wolf under his foot. The poor canine was injured and you could see him bleeding as well.

What the fuck?!

"I didn't know the knights would be this cruel especially bring animals to the fight" You glared at the Cavalry Captain who smirked.

"Eh?" Paimon popped out as Eula ran to Aether who fell in her arms in exhaustion, "Where did that wolf come from!?"

"More like it appear and tried to bite Master Diluc here if I didn't step in," He said as your wolf whimpered but still growled.

Your eyes narrowed in anger as the voices appeared in the rage of seeing your poor dog injured as Kaeya continue to taunt you with a smirk and pressed his foot for pressure.

"Hey! Kaeya that's way too far especially even if that belongs to the imposter you shouldn't be hurting it so we can capture her!" Amber said as she didn't want to see the poor canine hurt despite she knows it belongs to the imposter yet it was way too cruel for the Cavalry Captain to use against her.

"We have no choice especially since we are running out of time and your grace is gonna be angry if we don't return with the imposter" He reminded her making Amber falter.

He also is aware he doesn't usually bring animals into the fight but seeing is the only option for you to finally give up and surrender to them then he has no choice.

The intense silence surrounded the area as the blue-haired male pointed his sword at you who still is glaring at him with those blood-red eyes and your crossbow loaded with fireworks.

"So what is it gonna be imposter? Come with us cleanly or your little mutt gets it"

"…"

Unknown to everyone someone was watching the area as they waited for your decision and see what you will do.

"Times ticking"

Kaeya tapped your wolf making your blood boil and smirked but-

You let out a sigh.

That made him pause at that reaction in confusion.

"I hate to do this but"

You whistled.

Suddenly everyone hear a whizzing noise, Lisa yelped in pain feel something hit her like a blunt ax and it headed towards Kaeya who didn't have time to react as a loud think made contact with his forehead causing him to yell and stagger as your wolf escaped from him. Your palm was open as the one that hit the captain was now in your hand.

Your trident hummed in your grip as you then snorted seeing the fallen captain who is clutching his bleeding head.

"Hmm…"

Jean held Lisa who is rubbing the back of her head while Diluc went to get Kaeya's who is slowly sitting up yet is clutching his bleeding head.

Eula held Aether with Amber as everyone waited for your next move on them

You looked around your surroundings before looking at the chat who was enjoying the fight and you moved your eyes towards Jean who saw it and was about to get her sword until-

"Meh…Imma surrender"

"HUH"

You suddenly threw away your items in the snow as you then sat down crossing your legs like a kid.

The chat was laughing their ass off seeing the disbelief reactions of the Knights as you stretched your arms like you are at home when you had just almost defeated them and now you were surrendering to them that easily!?

Everyone was fuming especially Kaeya who literally got slammed by your trident and now you surrender just like that!? Diluc look at you like you were a fool when you had just almost defeated them. Amber held back Eula who looked enraged as you sighed and stared at Jean who looked confused at your actions.

"W-Why did you j-just surrender," She asked in confusion, "You're just gonna give up when you are about to defeat us"

You shrugged and feel the burning glare of Cryo and Pryo behind you which you ignore.

"It's already annoying running away from you guys and fighting you guys are not worth it"

Your blunt words caught them off guard yet it made them angry and Eula was about to yell at you when you lifted up your hands showing you are allowing yourself to be taken by them.

"Besides as that Cryo bastard" You jabbed your finger towards the injured captain, "Is right when you are aware how your God is like"

"That doesn't mean anything why do you suddenly have up"

"Meh I already said what I said and Mister Ragnvindr refrain from attacking me when I'm supposed to be hurt by your god"

Diluc clicked his tongue as he dismisses his Pryo attack and looked at Jean. Everyone watches the Acting grandmaster make her decision before she let out her sigh and takes out a pair of cuffs that are made of strange magic and walked toward your calm sitting figure. She hesitantly grabbed your hand as she placed the cuffs around your wrists.

You hummed as you then stand up and followed Jean. The knights were very suspicious of your surrender but in the end, they have no choice but to accept that you are willing to give yourself off to their creator. Your wolf whimpered but you turned around and gave them a small smile before turning around to follow Jean. Your smile turn into a sly smirk that was noticeable for a second but it quickly disappeared.

'Guess I'll use Dream's method for now…' You thought.

Once all the knights left the person who was watching you grabbed your items only they couldn't find your sword and ax as you might have thrown them far away or something. They hummed as they look at Chat who nodded.

They let out a small smile and said, "Guess everything is according to the plan…"

Suddenly footsteps were heard behind them.

"Mind if I help on this plan"

They flinched and turned around with their sword ready but it was blocked by an unknown weapon held by a person who had blonde hair similarily to Aether's but they had two familiar flowers in their hair.

They paused and slowly put their sword down as they saw the familiar gold eyes yet the appearance was different which means they are-

"Hello, Rhinedottir second creation…"

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"Look for survivors quickly!!" Jean ordered her knights as all of them split up to loom for the citizens of what used to be Springvale.

What was supposedly a small village in the southeast part of Windwail Highland, Mondstadt has now turned into ashes as you could see holes and houses burning. Hilichurls were everywhere along with blood could be seen on the ground which send a lot of fear to the knights that someone had died from the sudden bombing of Springvale.

A peaceful and idyllic suburban town. It has a long history of hunting, of sweet spring water, and passing down the legend of a beneficent spirit dwelling within the waters is no more but a village of ruins. Flames were spreading, holes of what could be where the bombs just hit and buildings are burning through inside and outside along with holes on the walls of it. The giant windmill has fallen over and lots of Hilichurls were dancing and enjoying the destruction.

Jean felt sickened at the sight of what was once a beautiful village has now become a ruin. She and the Knights of Favonius look for the survivors along with defeating those Hilichurls.

"How did this happen…?!" She muttered as she just finished defeating those pesky dendro Samachurls.

It has been weeks or what people think despite their world being stuck in a cycle of being a game after the execution of the ‘imposter’ was now a sin of them almost killing their true creator. Mondstadt has now become a gloomy nation like the rest of the nations after what happened. They all went to the great shrine of the creator praying and offering forgiveness for what they had done and now the sudden bombing of Springvale.

This was not a good sign especially since Jean heard from one of the knights that there have been sightings of crows mostly six of them circling above Mondstadt or flying outside the walls.

"OVER HERE A SURVIVOR!!"

"SOMEONE CALL DEACONESS BARBARA!!"

"MISS NOELLE OVER HERE!'"

"SOMEONE HELP ME GET THIS SURVIVOR OUT OF THIS RUMBLE!"

"ACTING GRANDMASTER MORE HILICHURLS ARE COMING!!"

"WHERE'S KAEYA OR THE HONORARY KNIGHT?!" Jean yelled as she unleashed her Dandelion breeze and then used her gale blade.

4 Hilichurls were caught in her skill and she could see Eula attacking two Mitachurls and Amber shooting the archer Hilichurls. Lisa is currently helping bring the survivors to Mondstadt while Noelle helps the injured ones and bandaging some of them before carrying them by the shoulder.

"CAPTAIN KAEYA IS COMING WITH MASTER DILUC!!"

"AND THE HONORARY KNIGHT?!"

"WE COULDN'T FIND HIM!!

'Thank Barbatos but where's the Honorary Knight?!' Jean thought as she threw the hilirchurls away before attacking them.

"Jean!" She heard Lisa call her, "Venti is gonna unleash his burst!"

Jean nodded as she unleashed another Dandelion breeze before calling her knights to retreat.

"Everyone fall back now!"

"Time for take-off!"

Just like that, a large circle of Anemo appeared on the army of Hilichurls as Jean made all her knights return to Mondstadt with the Springvale citizens as Kaeya and Diluc just arrived on the scene with their weapons ready. Venti glided down beside Jean as all Vision users except Lisa and Noelle who are with the Knights carrying and helping some survivors to bring them to Barbara for healing.

"It doesn't seem any of these Hilichurls were the culprits of this destruction" Eula commented, "After all we all know no Hilichurl can make a bomb or use one to make this happen"

"So who caused this?" Amber asked as she carried a bucket of water and threw it at the fire.

"I had an idea who caused this but" Kaeya saw something moving in his sight.

"Something wrong Kaeya?"

"It looks like we have a little survivor over there" He pointed as everyone turned their attention to where he is pointing at.

Almost all the Hilichurls were defeated except one injured Geo Samachurl who is usually found in Liyue and is now getting up with their staff.

"Looks like this one is not giving up" Kaeya stated as he walked towards with his weapon ready until-

"Lights out"

The Geo Samachurl was picked up by someone as they threw down an ice-made spear which Kaeya dodged before his eyes narrowed. Diluc got his weapon ready along with Eula while the rest of them gasped when they saw who stopped Kaeya from killing the Hilichurl.

"It can't be?!" Amber spluttered in shock, "Sister Rosaria?!"

"Guess she was right that you guys take the bait," Rosaria said as she placed the Geo Samachurl down who thanked her before running away.

"So you decided to betray Mondstadt," Kaeya said as he watched the sister chuckle darkly before picking up their spear.

"More like you guys betrayed Mondstadt in the first place in killing those people who had tried to show you the truth" She blunted retorted them back where it stings the most.

Everyone knew what she meant and it was a reminder of their greatest mistake and sin of killing and betraying the people who they had thought would realize the truth.

"But at least you took the bait"

Diluc raised an eyebrow hearing that, "Bait?"

The sister just stared at them coldly, "Should have been suspicious or aware why there was a reason why Springvale was bombed"

It was then Venti realize what she meant, "WAIT YOUR SAYING-

BOOOM!!

BOOOM!!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

Jean gasped before turning around and seeing something go flying in the air as the walls of Mondstadt were destroyed.

"MONDSTADT!" Jean cried out getting everyone's attention as they saw the smoke and holes along with four buildings on fire, especially one building that is one fire is their headquarters.

"Looks like I'll take my leave" Rosaria turned around and held something that looked familiar, "It's a shame I couldn't stay long but at least the bait worked and the Honorary Knight didn't follow you guys"

"Wait-"

But none of them could stop Rosaria who suddenly disappeared after throwing that strange item in their hands.

"Jean! We have to head back to Mondstadt now!" Eula told her as she ran towards Mondstadt with Amber in tow.

Jean looked back to where Rosaria is before following them with Diluc and Kaeya.

However, no one noticed a strange look from Kaeya that disappeared after Rosaria nodded at him but Diluc was able to catch it on time as he glanced at Kaeya who was 'focused' on Mondstadt. He narrowed his crimson eyes at him before looking back at the city reminding himself that he will ask Kaeya about that look that he was quick to catch.

What was that look you made Kaeya…

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"Everyone head to the plaza where Barbatos statue is held!"

"Barbara there's an injured Citizen!"

"I'm coming!"

"Sucrose pass some healing potions to the citizens and the Springvale survivors!"

"On it Mister Albedo!"

"There you are cutie!" Lisa said spotting the injured Traveler and exhausted Paimon, "Where were you, and what happened to you?"

"Got injured in a fight with Andrius" Aether grunted in pain while holding his left aching arm.

"And we got there after chasing someone who must have placed some bombs in Springvale!" Paimon added.

'That person was Lumine…' Aether thought recalling when he was about to go with the Knights to Springvale he instantly saw his sister who had appeared beside Kathryne’s desk looking at him before making a gesture to follow him as she ran towards the second exit of Mondstadt.

He then followed her with Paimon until he was too late to realize his sister lead him or rather make him appear in Wolvendom and was tricked into fighting Andrius who looked enraged to see him. He saw his sister on top of the walls of Andrius’ lair looking at him as he struggled to hinder the rage of the Wolf of the North. She only mouths him a 'sorry' before turning around and entering the abyss portal.

He got betrayed by his sister again as he fought and was angry with Andrius who was furious with him for not saving Razor. Aether was lucky he escaped yet when he arrived at Mondstadt only for everything to suddenly start blowing up, especially on the Favonius Headquarters that is damaged and blown up like the walls. The third explosion happen to be in the church and luckily the sisters were alright along with the people who are in there yet some got injured. Even the Creator's shrine is destroyed.

Currently, everyone is now at Barbatos statue with children crying in fear while their parents try to calm them down. Other citizens were sitting down with their faces covered by their hands as they just witnessed their homes bombed. Survivors, injured citizens, and injured knights are being bandaged, healed, and given healing potions by Albedo, Sucrose, and Timaeus.

No one knows who bombed their home.

They cannot point fingers when everyone was busy praying for a second chance and forgiveness for their creator.

"Honorary Knight!"

Aether turned around as he saw the rest of the knights including Diluc arriving in the Plaza of Barbatos. Aether just sat down and held his arm in pain while Lisa went to Jean to explain what has happened when they were away to help Springvale. Paimon plopped down in his lap in exhaustion and he patted her head before looking at the Knights who then started explaining some stuff he couldn't hear. Albedo and Sucrose joined along with Barbara but Aether noticed the quick glances of Diluc to Kaeya who just remained calm yet the outlander thinks Kaeya is ignoring it or didn't realize the look that the red-haired noble gave him.

The sky above them began to darken from the clouds covering the sun as crows that are around Mondstadt began to fly towards the Barbatos statue while others started cawing loudly.  

"Paimon is getting a bad feeling of this" Paimon spoke, "First Xinyan's sudden appearance of being the messenger of the true creator then Mona leaving Mondstadt, Crows being spotted all over Mondstadt, Springvale getting bombed and now your sister suddenly appears again and leading you to Andrius who did not give us a warm welcome or normal battle he gave us instead aggressively attacking us?!"

"Paimon your voice is getting higher" Aether said as he grabbed a bottle of water from his inventory to give to his companion who thanked him and drank all of it.

"Thanks for that Aether!" She gave him the bottle of water, "But seriously Paimon thinks this is not a good sign and now Mondstadt getting bombed after we arrived and have no idea who the culprit is?! Paimon is already have a feeling this could be the true creator's wrath on Mondstadt"

"Indeed you are right" A familiar voice replied to Paimon beside them.

"How could say that when you don't know where the creator is Albedo!?" Paimon yelled at the alchemist who said that she was right. 

Wait...Albedo? 

Aether glanced to his left before he felt his heart drop when he realized who Paimon was talking to when in reality it is not the Geo alchemist. Albedo is with the knights discussing the plans of what has happened to the city today and yet the voice that answered Paimon sounded like Albedo.

Then this person is-

"Plus you sound like you knew this happen-"

"Paimon shut up and look who you are talking" Aether yelled at his companion cutting her sentence off before jumping back and summoning his weapon. 

"Huh?" Paimon looked up to her friend, "What do you mean-GAHHHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Paimon's screech caught everyone's attention as they turned towards her and saw what she was screaming about and Albedo quickly summoned his weapon when he saw who it was Paimon screaming about. 

"I almost forgot how loud you are" Rubedo smiled as he started flipping an unknown black skull.

"What are you doing here?!" Albedo glared at his 'brother'.

But the other synthetic being merely glance at him before looking at everyone as he caught the skull. Suddenly he had some kind of brown block and take a few steps back where there is a roof before rapidly placing the blocks that suddenly show a face in one of them into a T sign and placed two skulls on each side but not on the middle. 

"What the hell…?!"

"What is that?…"

"What did you just make?!" Paimon shouted but you could hear the crack of fear in her voice seeing what Rubedo did. 

"Something you will fear forever" He replied cooly as he stood next to it. 

"But it looks like they are now groveling for your attention right (Y/n)" He said before jumping into the roofs. 

"Honestly…" A huge flapping noise was heard above them, "I am pissed off they are just now asking forgiveness because I'm their God when I don't remember controlling them?"

Barbara looked up and saw a familiar figure in Barbatos' hands, "I-it's your G-Grace!?!"

Indeed the person who landed on the statue is you who wore a very fluffy dark black cloak as you stared at them down coldly. Golden scars are still visible on your neck that stopped under your chin indicating that the totem of undying after effect is there on your body. 

You hummed before flying down gracefully before turning to the right and pulling up a middle finger to the right On the crows that are beside Rubedo who is just chuckling while your chat is just vibing in chaos or cackling at you. 

"Fuck off Chat and don't start simping one of these pricks" You cursed and glared at them to which the chat just laughed at you. 

Venti stepped forward and was about to run to you only you glare at him in anger. 

"Don't even think about little bard" You glared at him who bow at you in fear as you turned and looked at the guilty crowd, "Don't think I can accept your forgiveness when you basically just almost killed"

Y-Your Grace p-please-" Venti tried to talk to you only for your eyes to turn red making him whine at that look.

"Excuse my language but can you shut the fuck up?"

The atmosphere became tense as everyone became quiet much to your relief as you rubbed your forehead in irritation and exhaustion. 

"Firstly I want to clarify this," You spoke, "If I was a normal person who had died from what happened. Do you still think I would suddenly accept your forgiveness?"

"…"

"That's what I thought. I wouldn't. Why? Because in a realistic way I would be traumatized and in pain. I would be scared of you guys and then try to kill myself many times but Teyvat stopped me. Why? Because I'm your so-called 'God' or 'Creator' when here's the thing"

Your wings flapped down as you turn around and started building two familiar T sign that looks exactly like Albedo's as you continued explaining.

"I don't have memories nor do I know what this world is about and finding out it is full of idiotic or blindly simps who are in love with a being who doesn't even appear before you guys and then you guys start simping on a person who says they are your creator when in reality they are not especially there are signs you guys could realize sooner that they are not your creator"

Venti started crying but was not sobbing. The citizens were also crying but not sobbing loudly while the knights stared down in shame along with Aether and Paimon. Rubedo just snorted at them realizing how true your words are before smirkingly looking at Albedo who glared at him.

"You just let it happen and that's your fault. You can blame anyone or even the imposter herself but in reality. You could have been then one to stop Mallory from killing or making her tyranny over yet you just acted obliviously and ignored the signs because she is your fucking God you all love"

Everyone flinched, shivered and winced at your tone as you just finished placing each T sign on with the unknown skull on each side yet left the middle one empty and you then turned around with no emotion.

"Especially you Aether" You looked at him who flinched, "You hate the creator yet you stick by an imposter who is obsessed with you? What a hypocrite you are"

"No wonder Bennett, Diona, Razor, XiangLing, Sayu, Xingqiu, and Chongyun died by Mallory thanks to you"

You hit the nail in the coffin as you watched Aether grimace at the truth of his actions. 

"It hurts right? Good, that's your fault for not realizing your actions despite it being understandable you hate the creator but siding in Mallory's tyranny and letting the people who you know or befriended die in her acolyte's hands under her order and act like you didn't see anything? Lumine is right to be ashamed of you"

"Oof" Rubedo added when you basically threw them a hammer of what they had done especially at Aether who looked even more in pain. 

You sighed, "I'll not waste my time ranting and hurting you guys the truth when I'm trying to remove all governments of all nations except Sumeru and Snezhnaya"

You pulled another black skull and looked at it. 

"Aether," You spoke, "Let me tell you a story"

"A story of a man called Thesus, his country, well a city-state technically, was in danger, and he sent himself forward into enemy lines, he slew the minotaur and saved his city. "

Your story caught everyone's attention and looked you interested in hearing the sudden story you just spoke.

"You know what they did to him Aether?"

Aether gulped, "T-They m-made him a hero?"

You just chuckled as you showed the skull in front of everyone as you stared at Aether with a sardonic smile. 

"They exiled him, he died in disgrace, despised by his people, that´s what happens to Heroes Aether!"

"But he saved everyone!" Paimon added.

"He did but unfortunately his people knew the score of what he did"

You opened your other hand as another skull appeared in your palm. 

A flash of Mondstadt suddenly became a familiar nation called L'Manburg that is now in a new era but the destruction was seen there. In your place, a tall man with pink hair and a big mask was holding a sword and skull while the people in front of him were the citizens of L'Manburg. The tall pink-haired man gave the same speech you just spoke to Mondstadt as he watched the people he knew suddenly make another government which he despise seeing it. 

Guess both of you and Techno are the same. 

"Do you want to be a hero again Aether?" You asked him as your eyes flashed red before going back to (e/c).

Aether tried to speak but for some reason, his body couldn't move or his voice couldn't calm out. Everyone saw Rubedo standing up with the skull in his grip. 

That wasn't a good sign at all especially how the crows keep saying 'RELEASE THE WITHER!!'

"Y-Your g-grace please s-stop!" Barbara tried to stop what yet you merely looked at her and she hesitantly stepped back in fear. 

In the blink of an eye, you turned around and placed the skulls in the middle of the two T signs and suddenly they turn blue, and then a three head creatures appeared that no one knows what it is. Rubedo did the same to his T sign and it also became the unknown creature that stood beside you. You then turned around to look at them before putting your right hand on your forehead in a salute and yelling out those words that will haunt them forever:

"THEN DIE LIKE ONE!!"

Three withers appeared and the screaming began. 

No one could save Mondstadt.

No one could save the City of Freedom.

This was the destruction of Mondstadt.

This…is the end of Mondstadt.

And the signal to all nations. 

That they will lose their home and their lives. 

In the hands of the next Elytrian who is the daughter who the last Elytrian of the Minecraft world.

She is now following in her father's footsteps.

In becoming-

The next Angel of Death.

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*Flops in exhaustion*

FINALLYYYYYY I FINISHED PART 2 OF MY PROLOGUE!!!

*Then realizes I have to make Part 3 and Part four soon along with a Interlude of the aftermath of Mondstadt*

Imma make Prologue part 3 next month cause this month I will make an interlude after Finals of my story cause I definitely went overboard of this story 😅😅😭😭😂😂

ALSO TYYYYY GUYS FOR ENJOYING PROLOGUE 1 I REALLY APPRECIATE IT AND ALSO FOR THOSE WHO ARE EXCITED OF HIS CROSSOVER BUT NOT AWARE THIS A GENSHIN AU CROSSOVER OF DSMP OR SBI READER.

THIS AU IS CALL "SELF AWARE GENSHIN IMPACT ALTERNATE UNIVERSE" OR THE SAGAU THAT IS BASICALLY WHERE CHARACTER ARE SLEF AWARE THEY ARE A GAME AND ARE INTERESTED IN YOU BT IM TOO LAZY TO EXPLAIN SINCE I JUST FINISHED THIS PROLOGUE PART 2 DX

But don't worry you'll see Prologue part 3 which is gonna be more destruction and Prologue part 4 is the last prologue mixed with an interlude as well. It's basically the aftermath of all that has happened and then we will get to the Chapters however three chapters will be focusing on three characters that are the people who are very close to the reader and then in the fourth chapter we will go to Reader's past and the DSMP story.

Also, I'm sure you guys noticed the changes and yes this is similar to the preview but it is changed and added for this Prologue and I might have gone overboard so I apologize if it's long since I like reading stuff very long 😅

Also, I apologize to the people who think Aether will be a good guy here so please don't attack me because I will say almost all characters will have slow-burn redemption and by slow burn, it will take time for the reader to forgive them. Please don't expect reader to forgive them right away when if she was a regular person who toke her place she would have been Traumatized for life and Trauma is not easy to heal okay. Remember now every trauma can heal right away. They are lucky reader here who is already desensitized to death yet she cannot forgive them cause they almost killed her and started asking for her forgiveness? No reader will not forgive these people right away. They need to give her time or find the right way to get her forgiveness.

But Anyways what do you guys think of Prologue part 2? Please follow me, comment, like and reblog my story! ^^

Also Prologue part 1 has major changes so idk if you guys saw it XD

So yeah Imma rest and wait on what do you guys think of today's Part 2 Prologue! ^^

Also this is the song I used to keep me going in making this prologue! 👇

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[fortpeat]

Hi! I hope you are doing ok. I know this might be coming out of the blue, but I feel the need to spread the word so other fans can see this and not go through the same that I have been. I recently joined a FortPeat server on Discord. I saw the invite on a tumblr tag and I thought it could be a good idea since most fandom spaces I've been in were usually wholesome and nice to meet new people and talk about the things we all have in common and love. I will be honest with you that I had actually thought the server had something to do with your account since I always see you in the fortpeat tags (I don't really use my tumblr account, I'm more of a lurker, I just recently got into the fortpeat fandom) and you always seemed to be like a lovely person. I was actually told by this server owner that you were also one of the server owners at some point, and I remember seeing one of your posts talking about "the discord incident"… I have no idea if both of these things are related to each other, but I understood immediately after talking to this server owner why you'd leave that place. This server is extremely toxic. I and another member were kicked out simply because we harboured a different opinion than the one from the server owner. She is a grown-ass woman and treats people in a really childish manner. She's condescending and passive-aggressive. She deleted our messages for no good reason and then said we were free to leave if we were not happy with her rules. The other member called her out on it and this is what got us kicked out. That was it. Nothing else. I thought for a second that I could've been somewhat rude, but another member of the server reached out to me in private to tell me this had happened many times before and that neither I nor the person who was kicked out were rude. So, my point with this ask is I hope whoever's still stuck in that graveyard filled with toxicity, please leave as soon as possible. I had other people reaching out to me since then to tell me that they also experienced really bad things there. I'm really sorry if you went through some shit because of it, but yeah. I hope the owner reflects on her attitude if she intends on keeping up with a server she clearly has, currently, zero capabilities of running if this is how she treats her members. Thank you so much, and I am sorry for the huge ask. I think it's important to let people know when fandom spaces are nasty. Love your blog! 🤍

Hi Nonnie ✨🥰

First of all sorry for the late response I needed some time to think through a proper response since it's a sensitive topic and I am typing this out while in the middle of a program and my Wifi is wacky so I don't know when you might get this 🫣

Now I am not gonna lie, when I first received this ask I was sceptical about even posting this. I tend to avoid all kinds of drama as I quite don't have the time for that but then I realized won't that mean I too am ignoring you the same way the server owner did and essentially cutting you off and I am not that kind of person. I believe that everyone deserves to have their opinion heard and from what you told me I think you deserve it especially when you are definitely not in the wrong.

But first things first. I am so sorry you went through something like that. Nobody deserves it least of someone who joined a server believing that it might be something good. I will tell you it used to be good but then everything kind of fell apart. I left that server back in Nov due to personal reasons and a disagreement with the server owner.

Now the discord incident.. it was more or less connected to this but it was also me and my best friend joking around coz the both of us have had bad experiences with it. I never thought anyone would pay attention to it 🫣🫣😂. Now I don't want to dish out my personal experiences publicly like this so if you ever want to talk privately my DMS are always open 🥰 I promise it to be safe space for you and anyone who wants to talk.

I would also like to thank you for opening up like this I am sure it must not have been easy to trust me especially after your experience. I hope in the future this doesn't cloud your judgement towards future servers you might want to join. There are lots of lovely people in the fandom and there are some in that very server as well.

Also thank you for raising this awareness. I never would have thought things would get this bad there. That too in a server that represents our beautiful Fortpeat and Paisky who has taught us nothing but the importance of proper communication 🥺🥺

I hope you have a good day nonnie 🥰✨

Here's some Fortpeat hugs to feel better 🥹🥰

[imabitchforjemcarstairs]

I'm assuming (again pls correct me if i'm wrong! :D<3) that ur fav shadowhunter character is Jem!

Would you mind indulging me as to why u love him and his character arc throughout the series? 😊

I am finally attacking this question. I took some time answering it because I wanted to give it justice. Now, bear in mind, that it’s been a while since my last read of TID/GotSM, and I forgot a lot about the series. I will try to give my best answer (and probably come back to this when I will do my huge reread of the whole series before TWP). 

First, I want to clarify that Jem is one of my favourite characters in the series, but not the only one. I could write the same about Will and Tessa. Like, I’m a real herongraystairs trash and the main reason why I continue with the series. I don’t know why, but they stuck with me. I think it’s assumed that Jem is my only fav because of my username, but no, the username was a joke that stuck, and I don’t mind, because I am his bitch, and it made CC giggle when I told her, and according to her, aren’t we all😭

Now, before going to the essay, I would like to say contrary to a lot of the fandom (who like Jem or dislike him), I do not think we have a lot of him. I think he is the most present character, yet, we still know so little of him.

Hear me out, he is the only protagonist with zero POV, in his series, (we got Cecy’s POV in CP2, and she arrived in the epilogue of book 2). Even in GotSM, which is supposed to be a book about Zachariah, and his mission to find the lost Herondale, he still gets sidelined to follow the stories of other characters (Matthew, Anna, Tessa, Celine, Jace, Alec, Livvy and Janus). Zachariah is used as a vehicle to tell us about the other characters' stories, and sometimes we get a glimpse of what he thinks and feels. I would argue that the only real story where we dive into his head, and get to know him is Learn About Loss. Add to the fact that in TID we only see him through the eyes of Will and Tessa, yeah, he’s the character with the most cameos with Magnus, yet what do we know about Jem, other than he is the 3rd person in a love triangle, Will’s parabatai, and Tessa’s second love interest, AND that he is the kindest, selfless character in the series? Practically nothing. 

Like I said above, in TID, we only see him through the eyes of Will and Tessa, who literally see him as this perfect, angelic person. Tessa because she arrives at the institute after 6 weeks of torture, and is in need of kindness and friendship, and eventually falls in love with him. And then we have Will, who sees Jem as his opposite, everything that is pure and kind, and everything that he is not. And because of the inevitable death of Jem and his curse, this bond is what keeps him alive, and he will cherish it like hell (one day I will write an essay on the terms and conditions Will put on his “curse” when he was a kid). So yeah, we have a series written through two protagonists, who see the third as this precious thing, that needs the utmost protection against the world, but also against themselves; see Tessa once she arrived, she started talking about finding cures and defending him against Will, in CP1: 

-      “You should,” Tessa said softly, “think about the way the things you do affect Jem.”

Will rolled his head back against the leather of the chair and regarded her. He looked drowsy and tired and beautiful. He could have been some Pre-Raphaelite Apollo. “Is this a serious conversation now, Tess?” His voice still held humor but was edged, like a gold blade edged in razored steel.

Tessa came and sat down in the armchair across from his. “Aren’t you worried that he’s cross with you? He’s your parabatai. And he’s Jem. He’s never cross. 

“Perhaps it’s better that he’s cross with me,” said Will. “So much saintlike patience cannot be good for anyone.”

“Do not mock him.” Tessa’s tone was sharp.

“Nothing is beyond mockery, Tess.”

“Jem is. He has always been good to you. He is nothing but goodness. That he hit you last night, that only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.”

“Jem hit me?” Will, fingering his cheek, looked amazed. “I must confess, I remember very little of last night. Only that the two of you woke me, though I very much wanted to stay asleep. I remember Jem shouting at me, and you holding me. I knew it was you. You always smell of lavender.”

Tessa ignored this. “Well, Jem hit you. And you deserved it.” […]

“No, you don’t,” Tessa cried in frustration. “Do you think he cares about the danger? Do you? His whole life has been destroyed by this drug, this yin fen, and there you go off to a warlock den and drug yourself up as if it doesn’t even matter, as if it’s just a game to you. He has to take this foul stuff every day just so he can live, but in the meantime, it’s killing him. He hates to be dependent on it. He can’t even bring himself to buy it; he has you do that.” Will made a sound of protest, but Tessa held up a hand. “And then you swan down to Whitechapel and throw your money at the people who make these drugs and addict other people to them, as if it were some sort of holiday on the Continent for you. What were you thinking?”

“But it had nothing to do with Jem at all—”

“You didn’t think about him,” said Tessa. “But perhaps you should have. Don’t you understand he thinks you made a mockery out of what’s killing him? And you’re supposed to be his brother.”

Will had whitened. “He can’t think that”

“ He does,” she said. “He understands you don’t care what other people think about you. But I believe he always expected you’d care what he thought. What he felt.”

That is just an example, but the whole series is like that when it comes to Jem. Them defending him to each other when they fuck up, or defending him against the world, because for them he is that almost angelic person. And that’s cool and all, but what about him as a person? As a whole entity, and not an addition to the other two. (but then I read TLH, and TDA, and I think CC does not know/or doesn’t want to write the three separated from each other, but that is for another discussion, because these three always come in a package deal, and can’t be separated, I guess)

Now, that this is out in the clear, let’s get to the question, why is he one of fav characters? Well, for everything we don’t see, and know about him. And from the little we can get of him in the books. The minimum info on him is so freaking interesting, it just pushes us to read between the lines and do a lot of character study, (academic style) to get to his head.  

Even though the surface-level reading of the character is that he is very kind, empathic, helpful and selfless. Now, that’s normal because Jem is a very discreet character, and in contrast, we have Will, who is very loud, very look at me (because of his curse). At some point, Tessa observes that Jem is like the owner of a very annoying dog. So, in a way, on a first read, he is kind of overshadowed by funny/clown Will. However, the man is funny as hell: 

-      “Jem gave her a wistful look. “Must you go? I was rather hoping you’d stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must.”

“I’ll stay,” Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. “I can minister angelically.”

“None too convincingly. And you’re not as pretty to look at as Tessa is,” Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow.

“How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun.”

Jem still had his eyes closed. “If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.”

-      “A demonic worm,” said Jem, pausing to peer cautiously around a hedgerow. “A great serpent. Would that help your inappropriate humor?”

He is also very eloquent when he wants to be (see Lily in GotSM), in his proposal, his apology to Tessa in CP2, him comforting Charlotte in CP2, etc…

And we also see his flaws, in the series, but there is no emphasis on them. His selfishness. Now, I know, he is a teenage boy, who knows that he is dying, but in that scene in CP2 when he threw Yin Fen in the fire, with no regard for the other members of his family, and how they do not want to lose him. We can also read that he is a very scared person. One because of the trauma he went through, but also because he will not live for a long time. Ex: his rushed engagement to Tessa.

This leads to one flaw we rarely talk about when it comes to Jem, which is his insecurities. His insecurity over his body, hell, even in After the Bridge, which is 100 years later, he was still insecure about his scared body. His insecurity about not being enough to Tessa, and that she deserves the best like his crazy consumption of Yin Fen to be perfect for her in CP2. 

And all of this could have been explored if we had his POV. It would have added depth to his character. In TID, he is a teenage boy who is trying to survive in a country so far from his own. I would have loved to see his feelings over his trauma. I mean he saw his parents die, was tortured, and is still being tortured by what is keeping him alive. I would have loved to see his feelings about being in a way abandoned by his family (Elias) in a foreign country. Being alone at twelve, with no support system. Navigating his new life as a child, the mental and physical toll of having to take the Yin Fen in order to survive, but also how it will eventually kill him. The mental toll of believing and defending his only best friend who was fucking it big during that time, (same for Will, and how mentally draining it must have been to know your only best friend is dying as a child, especially after witnessing the death of his sister but that is for another post). I wanted to see his insecurities regarding his body, in contrast with the body of Will, especially because they are living in a very able-body culture, and how being a Shadowhunter is all they have, and their noble cause. I wanted to see his feelings of how limited he is physically compared to the other Shadowhunters of his age, and how he felt about the critics and remarks the other said about him. And when he was engaged, his feelings about not living for a long time with Tessa, and only giving her little. 

 And later in GotSM, I wanted to see how he felt about his life as a silent brother, and how he was cheated of his death. How he was present in the life of his loved ones, yet not very. I wanted to know how he felt when Elias said that he did not want him to be part of his family. 

Anyway, this is getting too long. But, yeah, my love for Jem is for all that is not written, and what we can deduct from the multiple rereads of the series. I will probably come back to this post when I reread everything, and add stuff to it.��