#but he's an only child since... ever

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 149

Danny is not the ghost king. In fact, he’s never going to be the ghost king. 

However, that doesn’t stop him from getting summoned, which is stressful. First of all, he has school to deal with, second of all, he’s just a lil baby ghost so shouldn’t even be able to be summoned, and three, his new ghost-dad gets a… tiny bit upset. Not at him, but he can only talk him out of destroying a world thanks to some idiot-cults so many times before there’s the temptation to let him do so. 

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Ajax meeting a child his age from the House of the Hearth.

his family is taking a rare trip out of Snezhnaya to visit some friends in the Court of Fontaine- his parents' friends to be clear, which he finds horribly boring. luckily his mother and father are very much aware of Ajax's curious nature and let him wander around the city, provided he stay above ground and not leave the Court. he's quietly exploring, a little head of ginger hair weaving in between the busy adults and gardemeks when he catches a glimpse of someone his height scurrying away. a kid! someone like him, and not those boring grownups! Ajax grins and darts after, cheerfully yelling out for them to wait before he catches up and tugs on their wrist.

you yelp in surprise, snapping your head around to stare at him. the boy smiles at you, eyes like sun-dappled water, and sticks his hand out to shake like his father taught him to.

"Hi, I'm Ajax! What's your name? I like your clothes!"

you glance down at your uniform, perfectly tailored to your size and in the colors of the House of the Hearth. the other children- your siblings- all wore their own clothes, but you never had a preference. Mother was merciful enough to at least provide you with a wardrobe... although the coldness in her eyes told you she was merciful for little else. with tentative movements you grasp Ajax's hand and give it a small shake, and his grin widens further in delight.

time flies away as you slowly settle and become comfortable with him. Mother isn't happy when you return home past curfew.

it's years later when you see Ajax again. the House of the Hearth has changed; Mother and most of your siblings are dead, although you can't say you're displeased about the former, there's a new head of the House, a multitude of scars have formed on your body from Mother's brutal training. yet, you have remained, much to your surprise. you fully expected to die or be disposed of even after Mother was slain, but luckily Peruere- Arlecchino allowed you to stay. you observe the new Fatui recruits with her in Snezhnaya, none of them from the House of the Hearth, not this year. A yawn almost slips out of your mouth which you quickly shield with your palm, before a strong hand lightly smacks down onto your shoulder.

it's Ajax. older and taller with messier hair, but you'd recognize that coppery hair and dark blue eyes anywhere, even if they've turned from shallow waters to the deep sea. you stare at each other for a moment, then Ajax's face breaks into a huge smile as he picks up your hand and gives it a firm, familiar shake.

"I missed you."

slowly, you smile back, and the Abyssal monster in Ajax's head lets out an awed croon when he finally sees the person his host has been telling him all about.

[purrfectlycontent]

so funny how childe came to fontaine on business just to get wrongfully arrested, sent to prison, escape said prison, fight a whale-sized narwhal for two months, then promptly get sent back home without so much as a “thanks”

[rawrsatthetree]

Sorry for loving Ascended Astarion so much. Hearing David Bowie tell Sarah “Fear me. Love me. Obey me in all things, and I will be your slave.” when I was five changed me as a person.

[comeforthepizza]

My hot take of the night is that Aaron Fechter's weird views on women are abundantly clear in his treatment of Mitzi, send Tweet.

[nat-without-a-g]

Haha, thinking about why Lark hates Henry again

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[bytedykes]

remember binghe was not the only disciple sj abused and tried to run off the mountain

[lonelyfresita]

Can we talk about how Dexter is the only brunette in his family and how that is a great representation of how invisible he is to his parents? My knowledge about blonde hair and genetics might be limited, but I do know that natural blonde hair is hard to maintain and that with time, it can become brown. So probably Dexter had blonde hair, but due to the lack of care coming from his parents and servants alike, it became brown.

Or you know, you can also say that he dyes his hair to be *☆•°different°•☆* but I like my theory more 😌

[stiltonbasket]

Kinda of like, rushing it a little, BUT in the lotr inspired fic, will Bingqiu have another kid, or will Shen Qingqiu be holding his daughter like "I love her, I adore her, I would kill for her, I would burn mountains for her, but that's IT, no more, YOU CAN CARRY THE NEXT ONE, I AM NOT DOING IT!!!" or would answering this be considered a spoiler?

I actually haven't decided yet! But the combination of Binghe's blood parasites keeping his body stable + Mu Qingfang's expertise made things much easier for Shen Qingqiu than they might have been otherwise. He did have a horrible time with his cravings, because Bingqiu baby started dream-walking before she was born and immediately decided that she MUST get to try the brownies and hot fudge sundaes she saw in SQQ's memories. Unfortunately for baby and dad, chocolate doesn't exist in PIDW, so Shen Qingqiu was inconsolable until Hengxia moved on to coconut pudding (much easier to obtain, to Luo Binghe's great relief).

[shannonsketches]

like why did they change where Vegeta was when Cell announced the cell games in the anime

why did they make this vegeta starting shit with yamcha instead of chillin in the lab with his family? why did they take Bulma out of the lab? Why'd they say she was Out while Dr Brief was repairing 16? Why did they change Bulma working on advanced robotics to running in late with her baby?

it's the same scene except: - Bulma's actively at work being a scientist - Vegeta's not being rude to her (or anyone else!) - Vegeta waits for Trunks instead of leaving the room - Cell interrupted the airwaves, which means Trunks and Vegeta were just hanging out with Bulma and Dr B while they were working

Those are all Great Character Details!! That the anime rails against!!

[sylphwing]

hm. i do not like chilshi 🤔

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

On the topic of birdbath moth, what if…

We go swimming with him in one of Liyue’s lakes and decide to dive down a bit to be all like: ooh pretty stuff under the water! :D

We don’t surface cause we’re marveling underwater and he FREAKS, shrieking and diving in after us- but we be fineee! We got O2 tanks for lungs!

Moth is wet and distraught and keeps you away from even your bathtub at home bc he’s afraid you’ll drown-

oh my moon and stars and he snuggles around you to dry you off all worried and distressed

Foul Legacy is very aware of the fact that you're human- how can he not be? humans are much squishier and softer that he is, good for holding and cuddling, but so fragile against the rest of the world. so while HE might be able to hold his breath underwater for a good long while, he knows that YOU shouldn't be able to stay under for more than a minute or two- at least, that's what he thinks. you're actually an excellent swimmer, spending a lot of your childhood on boats or near the docks of the city, so when you're floating around in a lake with Foul Legacy to escape the summer heat and glimpse an interesting shell near the bottom, you casually dip your head down and dive towards it. Legacy doesn't notice at first, too immersed in rolling over happily in the water, letting out little chitters and trills

then he pauses, glancing around and finding you nowhere. Legacy chirps nervously, his crystalline eye trailing down and spotting you cheerfully swimming beneath the surface

he shrieks in alarm, diving with a loud splash and hauling you above the lake and into his arms, his grip tight and unyielding. you cough and sputter at the sudden grab, shaking your head like a wet cat as Foul Legacy whines and licks your cheek. he stubbornly attempts to dry you off despite your complaints as you lightly poke his mask, but there's an amused grin across your face that you can't hide and make no attempt to, teasingly asking if he was worried about you. Legacy huffs, crimson face turning an even deeper red before he nuzzles his forehead against yours with a quiet rumble

he gets over his fear of you drowning. eventually <3

[aidenlydia]

The fat sidekick trope is so overdone, why not have a fat boyfriend instead? This is Player x Neville, from Need for Speed Carbon. He was my number one wingman and first fictional male crush. But it’s also my first time drawing them so I'm still getting the hang of it (+ some clips from the game v)

[ableedingpromise]

I can't relate to women who want a child at all. I don't even hate children, in fact i think they're very cute!! And i understand that it could be rewarding to help nurture another human being and help them grow.

But i still can't understand the need for one. Like I've never wanted a baby and never will. But it feels scary to know that I'll always be different from everyone around me. After twenty years everyone will be happy with their own families and I'll be alone :(

[yuridovewing]

like guys i promise im aware blossomfall is meant to be a glass child. i just think she’s a poorly written one lmao