#WHY IS IT 16K?!

[housecow]

when he’s walked more steps in 2 days than i get in a month 🥺

[tswwwit]

Oh, I'm sure this chapter won't end up nearly as long as the last chapter, I say to myself. Surely I've learned from my experiences, I say. Totally can keep the word count under control, I tell myself, as I put on my clown nose and makeup.

[toobadthatsob]

[m1d-45]

Hi,um this is my first time so I'm sorry if the requests are close.So I read a few genshin sagau and what would happen if the reader get smaller if they don't receive love?Like,they turn younger and younger.And 1 of the character found them but instead if the so called imposter, they find a child?What would happen

Again,im sorry.If the requests are close,then pls ignore me.im more scared of getting a reply😭

the young

a/n: requests are open, don’t worry! personally, i don’t plan on ever properly ‘closing’ them, only delaying / putting them on second priority for whatever reason. thank you for sending in a request, and if this isn’t what you wanted, then feel free to ask again!

word count: ~1.3k

-> warnings: unedited stream of consciousness, but not much else! imposter au. slight mention of addiction, probably obsessive behavior / thoughts… rip to klee / diona / dori / sayu / qiqi mains. mad respect though.

-> lowercase intended!

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky

at first, you didn’t notice.

teyvat, in its loving kindness, had kept you safe after you’d been run out of the city. boars made sure nobody got too close, cranes kept watch, birds fluttered around your small campsite during the night. your loyal guard, always there, inhuman to some but a blessing to you. the people may not believe you, they may run you out and shout for your capture, but teyvat would always be there.

it would lower the boughs on trees as you mumbled about not being able to reach the fruit, it would send smaller companions as you jumped at the size of a crow, it would lead you to areas with smaller and smaller wildlife, all in the hopes that if it made you happy enough, you would stop shrinking.

when you did notice, you were afraid.

you were sitting on a rock, absentmindedly braiding wildflowers together. they seemed larger than usual in your palms, but so did everything else! your mind told you it was just because teyvat’s plants and animals were bigger than the ones in your world, but you didn’t really believe it.

a large raven carefully landed on the rock besides you, eyes peering at your creation. it was huge, the size of a puppy at least.

…a dog, you correct yourself. no puppy is that large.

the bird hops closer, talons clicking on the stone, beady eyes still watching the wildflowers in your hands. it’s large, unnervingly so, and you swallow before turning back to braiding.

when you reach for another flower, it takes more strength than it should to pull it up.

grass bends under determined shoes, eyes scanning the undergrowth. ferns part, your main ducking under surprisingly low branches. they’d heard from the locals that the imposter was spotted around here, and they needed to be the one to find you.

they couldn’t let down their god. they couldn’t let them down, not when they’d already been punished by being deprived of their aura. they didn’t know what they did, they didn’t receive an answer no matter how hard they begged, but they were certain this could fix it. after all, they were still the favorite, right? they still had their weapon, and their artifacts that had taken ages to collect, and they could still sweep away enemies with the same strength.

all that was missing was the precious aura of being close to the creator, a feeling they would do anything to get back.

the memory spurred them on, even as the thicket grew denser. they did their best to push through, the golden shimmer of their weapon being summoned making up for the lack of light filtering through the leaves, but it’s like the very earth didn’t want them going here.

the thought made them pause, but only momentarily. if the earth didn’t want them there, then that meant it was dangerous, a threat to the people nearby. at the very least, they had to see whatever it was to ensure they could bring the proper amount of backup.

as they cut through the leaves and bushes—doing their best to preserve as much as they could, unwilling to destroy what their god had so lovingly created—they began to feel the same thrill in their bones that came from being near their god. when they first noticed they had to stop their progress, leaning against a tree to mumble a prayer of thanks.

they’d missed this. they’d missed it so deeply, a hole in their soul that nothing could ever fill. from being surrounded by it daily, in and out of battle and other errands, to being stranded without it for months… it could only be compared to an addiction.

when they got their wits about them, they shakily drew their weapon once more. this had to be a reward, right? for going out of their way to protect the people? this had to be a sign, acknowledgment from the only one they truly cared about, and it only reinforced their actions. cutting through the brush was hard, a task of which progress seemed slower and slower with every breath, but this made it worth it.

with a final use of their skill—carefully aimed, as they were well aware of how their hands trembled—the foliage gave way, opening into a beautiful meadow. birds chirped and called, butterflies landed on flowers, and a creek bubbled through the center, emptying into a pool on one side. it was beautiful, an area certainly blessed by their god’s love, and they took a moment to look in awe.

“hello?”

the call of a child snapped them from their thoughts, the feeling of a divine aura pulsing in their veins, and they turned to the source.

a small child was sitting in the grass near the edge of the clearing, butterflies and birds surrounding them like a personal guard. in their hands was a braid of flowers, their clothes stained with dirt and grass.

“hello.”

the favored rushed to try and rationalize the situation, thoughts slowed to a drip of honey by the bliss in the air. this… child had to be the reason they were being blessed, right? their god wanted them to save them from whatever the earth didn’t want them to see, right? perhaps the child was one of their vessels as well? though rare, it wasn’t unheard of..

the child stood from the grass, setting down the flowers and attempting to brush some of the dirt off their clothes. it didn’t work as well as they might have hoped.

they cleared their throat, catching the child’s attention. “you should come with me.”

one of the birds besides the child cawed loudly in protest, flapping its wings. neither payed any mind.

“why?”

‘why’ indeed. they couldn’t exactly explain the entire concept of divinity to somebody so young, and it would surely only give whatever monster lied in wait more time to return. if they were a villager’s kid, they would have heard of them being missing, but they didn’t, so no chance of using the ‘your parent sent me for you’ line…

“somebody very important is looking for you,” they settled, taking a step towards them. “and they’ve sent me to come find you.”

please say yes. please just come with me. i can’t hurt a child. i need you to come with me.

i need their favor once more.

to their relief, the child walked closer to them, and they crouched to meet their eyes. the blessing of their god thudded alongside their own heartbeat, their vision swimming at the edges. this is what they were meant to do. they had to bring this kid to their god. this is how they would be forgiven.

the child said something, something along the lines of trust and belief, but they fell on deaf ears. in an easy motion, the favored picked up the child and stood, walking for where they had entered the meadow.

the kid squirmed in their arms, making themself comfortable, but they didn’t stop marching. exiting was far easier than entering, the leaves no longer seeming to fight them—not that it mattered. they had the key to their god’s favor in their arms, and their blessing in their veins. nothing would stop them from returning to their former position, to where they belonged.

nothing would stop them from returning to their god’s side.

[halfpastdead]

i watched in the flesh last night >:)

[muzzlemouths]

good morning. today i am going to finish one of my wip drafts or die trying

[tiberius-kirks]

I know someone said it already but it's truly insane to me how quickly gomens2 devolved fans into tjlc-levels of unwell

[daydreamycrustacean]

it is a fascinating phenomenon when the writing of a show drops in quality and the fans come up with unhinged theories about how the bad writing was "done on purpose" and that all of it is some Mysterious Gambit that the director is pulling... Well it has only happened two times that I know of but its still fascinating, the absolute hoops that people will go through rather than admit that sometimes an ending is not satisfactory because the writing is bad.

[serendipitouscontaminant]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Abbott Elementary (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jacob Hill/Zach, Jacob Hill & Janine Teagues Characters: Jacob Hill, Janine Teagues, Zach (Abbott Elementary), Melissa Schemmenti, Barbara Howard, Gregory Eddie, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Mental Health Issues, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Friendship, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Insecurity, Guilt, Found Family, Character Study Summary: Jacob's kindergarten report card read:

A joy to have in class. A born performer. Should give the other children a chance to speak.

Now all grown up, Jacob finds that he’s really leaning on those skills as a performer after falling face-first into a depressive episode during his third year at Abbott, though he definitely doesn't want to be the main character of this story. The good news is that he has people who want to help him. The bad news is that he’s in a spirited debate with himself over whether he needs or should accept help, and no one is winning.

[good-night-space-kid]

Don’t make things too difficult on yourself. If you have a specific question or something you’re looking for, make a post in a Facebook group and somebody will probably know

[nicnacsnonsense]

I doubt I’m the first one to point this out regarding certain Good Omens 2 theories, but the Book of Life is a pre-existing concept in Abrahamic religions and it doesn’t do that. It is not a Book recounting everything that ever happened; it’s just a list of names. It’s the names of all those who are getting into Heaven/the world to come/are righteous before God.

Now, it sounds like the Good Omens version might be slightly different in that it may just contain the names of everyone, otherwise it would be a bit odd for Michael to be threatening Beelzebub with the Book of Life rather than it’s sister book, the Book of the Dead, which is for all the wicked people. But yeah, still just a list on names.

[katt1281]

yeah writing my fic is going great thanks for asking (<- stopped in the middle of a sentence and binge-watched Lockpicking Lawyer videos for an hour) (<- has never watched the channel before and only meant to watch 1 because it was in yt reccomended) ahaha yea stayin productive

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

me: ooh hee ho ho ho I have the best idea for a one shot

...

*four pages of notes later, throws down my pen* this is NOT a one shot!!

[rainbowgod666]

BREAKING NUTS NEWS

Autism-based žąłğø tries to tell a dead dude's friend group that Nothing Is Worth The Risk, ends up failing the disguise

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

i -- a Fool, an Absolute Clown -- thought, as i started preparing my NaNo Outline Cards, "surely these twelve (12) cards will create a Short Story, a very manageable amount of small tale, surely this will he a brief endeavor, because ordinarily i make thirty (30) cards for NaNo, and this isn't even half that!!"

dear reader: i will at the VERY least have one (1) Novella, or, perhaps, an Entire Fucking Novel, when i am done with these twelve (12) measly cards

[faaun]

heart rate just 📈📉📈📉📈📈