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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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SCARS AND SECRETS CH1

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 3.6K

Summary: Your hidden secret ends up being shared after an incident one fateful day. Luckily for you the principal and botany teacher only have your best interests at heart. Recovery and growth will be a lot easier with them by your side.

TW: passing out, heatstroke, vomiting, scars, non-sexual undressing (not nudity just outer clothes we keepin’ it mildly PG and it was consensual!), Wednesday being Wednesday (so mentions of threats lol), mentions of minor character death (past), mentions of adoption (idk if this needs to be a TW but it might be a sore spot for some people so I’m adding it <3), nausea, dizziness, fever, secrets, dehydration

A/n Damn I think that’s the most warnings I’ve ever had but I just wanna be comprehensive :) this is gonna be a series so stay tuned for another part. Idk when it will be written / posted but I plan to.

Students were screaming as they ran around the lake. People pushing in the water their friends and just generally having fun. It was a hot day, so it was understandable.

Principle Weems had given the school a sports day to relax and have fun outside in the heat. It was simply too hot for schoolwork, and she agreed everyone needed a break. Except it was sweltering.

Enid was pulling Wednesday into the lake while receiving a ballad of threats from the black-haired goth.

You sat alone under a tree minding their stuff. Sure, you wanted to swim. Anything to get rid of the ache in your muscles from the heat which had sweat dripping down the nape of your neck and down your back under your t-shirt. But you couldn’t. You simply didn’t have anything that covered the two long thin scars that ran down the inside of each of your shoulder-blades. They were your secret. They were your power. You were different. You had wings.

Leaning against the tree you made out the shape of your botany teacher talking to principle weems a little way off by the lake.

Nobody knew of your power. It was dangerous to be different, even in a school of outcasts.

You closed your eyes for a second feeling exhausted and as if your vision was swimming. The dizziness hit despite being sat down and the sweating seemed to have stopped. You felt mildly nauseous. With your eyes closed you missed the sight of the principle walking away from the botany teacher to to tell off a group of students which had managed to start a small war over by the dock.

You missed the sight of your botany teacher glancing over at you. The worry in her eyes as you were the only one not in the water. You missed her starting to walk over to you. You missed it all because the dizziness stopped. The sick feeling left. Why? Because you had passed out.

“Ms L/n why aren’t you joining your friends in the water?” Ms Thornhill asked as she came over and stood above you. You simply didn’t respond.

“Y/n?” She asked and crouched down next to you. Nudging your shoulder, you simply moved limply to the side.

“Oh dear.” She said and pressed her fingers to the pulse point on your neck.

“Oh honey.” She said feeling the heat radiating from you. She lifted the back of her hand to your forehead before letting her hand settle on your check as she rubbed a thumb over your flushed cheekbone.

“Marilyn?” A voice came from behind her. She startled and a hand landed on her shoulder.

“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming.” Principle Weems said. She glanced at your form now slumped against the botany teacher as she pulled you into her side.

“Whats going on?” The principle asked growing concerned.

“I fear Ms L/n may have heatstroke. She has passed out and feels abnormally warm.” She said pushing the baby curls from your face where they were plastered with sweat to your forehead.

Principle Weems bent down and placed a hand on your cheek to gauge your temperature.

“Oh god.” She said “quickly let's get her to my office. She needs to be cooled down as soon as possible. A temperature that high is dangerous.” She said and picked you up from the ground.

None of the students seemed to notice as two of their teachers headed back to nevermore with you draped loosely in their arms completely unconscious.

They made quick pace on their way back. Hurrying through the halls. The heat you were radiating, was simply ungodly.

The lack of sweat told them you were dehydrated and the fact you remained unconscious was of great concern.

Marilyn held open the door to the principal's office as Weems hurried inside with you still in her arms. She through the door into the bedroom connected to her office. Her private quarters.

You needed a cold bath and to get out of the thick uniform. It was a matter of health at this point. And all consent forms had been signed in cases of similar emergency’s occurring.

Principle weems laid you on her made bed as the botany teacher went into the bathroom to draw a tepid bath. The infirmary was simply too far from the entrance to the school and based off how quickly your temperature was worsening it was imperative you cool down. So, they had brought you here. To her quarters for a bath.

The principle laid you against the pillows and Marilyn reappeared holding you against her as the principle removed your blazer. After they took off your shoes and set them beside the bed. Sliding off your pants and leaving you in your boxers would have been odd if it wasn’t such a tense situation. If your temperature got higher, you were at risk of a seizure. Sliding off your t-shirt over your head you laid there in your boxers and sports bra.

“Cute.” Weems said looking at the small cartoonish werwolves with big eyes and claws printed on the boxers in a rainbow pattern. It had been a gag gift from Enid last Christmas.

Weems wasted no time scooping you off the bed and carrying you to the ensuite. Marilyn followed close behind turning off the water as the principle gently set you down in the tepid bath.

You shivered and the botany teacher handed Principal Weems a washcloth to wipe over your heated skin in order to try and cool you down. The two teachers where kneeling next to the bath wiping down your skin with a rag. After wiping you face, chest and arms the principal wrung out the cloth into the water and dipped it once more.

She sat you forward to reach your back. Once she had shifted you, she froze.

“Larissa?” The teacher asked. “Whats wrong?” Marilyn shifted to peer at your back. Gasping softly at the sight of the two long straight scars down your back.

“Have you ever seen this before?” Marilyn asked and the principal shook her head. “The nurse said there were no similar injuries reported in her file as far as i know. And she certainly didn’t have them when we took her medical info during the initial exam upon entry, we would have noticed such a large abnormality. Do you know what it is?”

“I have a suspicion.” She said softly tracing the scars with her index finger.

Your temperature was lowering now, and they would be able to take you out soon. You began to stir and screw your eyes up. There was a pounding in your head and your mouth felt awfully dry. The principal rubbed your back in an attempt to help you wake up, while Ms Thornhill gently tapped your thigh.

“Y/n, Darling, come back to us.” Weems said still holding you up. You drew a breath and opened your eyes.

“There we go darling. Nice and slow now.” She said still holding you up. “How do you feel? You certainly gave us a scare there.” She said and you blinked slightly confused.

“Water?” You asked.

“Of course.” Ms Thornhill said grabbing a glass from beside the sink and filling it before handing it to you.

Both teachers observed as your hands shook around the glass. The principal leaned over and placed her hand over yours to steady the tremors. You flushed slightly.

“Thanks.” You said clearing your throat.

“Darling what do you need?” Weems asked.

“Um? Where am I?” You asked looking around.

“You're in my quarters you passed out from the heat, my darling. Your temperature was far too high.” It was at that point you realised your clothes were missing meaning they had removed them while you were out.

The principal placed a hand on your arm.

“It's ok love, breathe.” She said and you hadn’t noticed your breathing pick up.

“Y-you saw them?” You asked already knowing the answer. Her gaze softened.

“Yes, love we did.” You glanced around and Ms Thornhill gave a small wave and a smile from where she sat next to the tub. You responded with a weak smile.

“Come now love we can talk more about this when you have dried off.” The principal said and you looked at her nervously.

“Um I don’t … I…” you drew a deep breath pushing down the feeling of weakness and ignoring the concerned looks of both adults. You steadied your breathing, “I don’t think I can stand.” You muttered looking mildly ashamed.

“That’s alright i expected as much.” She said and motioned towards your body. “May I?” You nodded and she scooped you up out of the water unbothered at drenching her outfit.

Ms Thornhill wrapped you a fluffy white towel as Ms Weems set you down on the counter. You lent heavily against the wall as they made quick work of drying you off.

Once you were only slightly damp, they wrapped you in a fresh towel and the principal scooped you back into her arms again. Leaving the bathroom, she placed you down her her bed.

“Marilyn could you please go get Y/n something to eat? I believe I have some cookies on my desk.” She said as she sat beside you on the bed and patted your leg. “Do you feel up to eating anything?” She asked.

“I feel a bit sick to be honest. I think i hit my head when i blacked out. I have an awful headache.” You admitted. The principal frowned at the admission.

“I’ll get you some water and pain medicine. When you say you feel sick what do you mean specifically darling?” She asked. You shrugged feeling embarrassed.

“Nauseous i guess.” You muttered and avoided her eyes.

“Like you're going to be sick?” She asked eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

“Maybe i don’t know.” You said still not looking at her and playing with your fingers. She placed a gentle hand on your chin and guided your head to look at her.

“Honey thats ok. Its ok to need help sometimes. Help I’m happy to give you. Im going to go get a bucket and some medicine and a water for you. Can you sit tight while i do?” She asked and you nodded and swallowed.

“Good girl. I’ll be back in a minute.” She stood and walked out the door into her office you watched her go. Trying to sort through how you felt.

It was odd to be cared for. You simply weren’t used to the feeling. Comfort. Odd. You heard the two teachers converse in hushed voices as they hurried around the office to grab what you needed. You caught a couple words. Infirmary, concussion and throw up.

God, you hope they don’t send you to the infirmary. It felt so cold and clinical. And despite not being used to the care and love they were showing you it wasn’t take you very long to crave it. You already missed the soft reassuring touches they provided.

The uncomfortable feeling in your stomach seemed to build. You hoped they would be back soon because you knew you were going to be sick soon. You felt the feeling clawing at your throat.

You sat forward with a lot of effort as you pitched forward. Your hands grasped the bedsheets as you dry heaved fruitlessly. You heard the door open and hurried footsteps. You felt something being slid into your lap which you registered as a bin.

Thank God. You would feel awful throwing up on the bed. That would be an embarrassment you couldn’t come back from. You felt a hand rub circles on your back as your eyes watered.

“We should get her to the infirmary.” The Botany teacher said watching with concern. The principal shook her head.

“All is well Marilyn i can look after her, you may return to your class i know you have another duty at the lake soon. I will explain later.” She said not taking her eyes off you. You had stopped gagging, nothing coming up. But she suspected that wasn’t all.

The teacher nodded “if you insist.” She said and stepped out. After a second of stillness, you suddenly pitched forward and began to vomit into the bin.

“Oh honey.” She said still rubbing your back. You tried to pull away, thinking she was grossed out by it. But she held firm. One hand on your back and the other steadying the bin in your lap which you held onto for dear life.

“No no none of that now. It’s ok. Let it out darling.” She said continuing to rub you back. After a moment you stopped. She raised a brow as you panted.

“Done?” She asked moving towards the bin. You didn’t respond for a second.

“Nope.” You said in a small voice and pitched forward again. Your stomach didn’t hold back as it emptied. You felt gross and vulnerable. Tears streamed down your face from the acidic feeling, taste and smell.

“Oh love. Its ok.” She said and soon you stoped and flopped against the pillows trapping her hand. Gently she removed it and took the bin away depositing it in the bathroom to clean later.

“Are you feeling better at all?” She asked and you shot a weak thumbs up making her chuckle. She helped you rinse out out mouth and handed you as stick of gum. You took it gratefully and chewed slowly.

“We’ll wait a bit before we try some food. Are you feeling up to talk?” She asked noting as you stiffened slightly.

You knew this was coming, ever since she mentioned seeing the scars. People like you were rare and that made you a subject of interest. Even at nevermore you were the only one as far as you knew.

Your mother was the only other that you could find in the alumni archives as despite not saying what power she possessed you knew it was the one you shared.

You let out a shaky breath. “Ok.” You said. Weems nodded and sat beside you and patted your leg waiting for you to talk first.

“It was only around a week ago.” The principal sucked a breath at your words. A week was too long for them to go unchecked.

“Do they hurt?” She asked softly and you sighed. “Only when they stay folded for too long but i don’t want the other students to know.” You said softly.

“Can you show me?” She asked gently and you nodded and sat forward.

Drawing a breath and closing your eyes. For a second nothing happened and then two black wings burst from the scars on your back. They were small but would undoubtedly get bigger. Each one around a meter wide when extended. The principal looked at them in awe.

“Angels are very rare. I have never heard of one coming to nevermore.” She said. She reached out and gently stroked the feathers, you shuddered, and she withdrew her hand.

“Sorry.” She said.

“No, it’s ok. They’re just sensitive.” You said looking sheepish. “And I’m not the first, nevermore has had my kind before.” You said tasting the strange words on your tongue trying to decipher if the taste was sweet or sour. “My mother was one.” You said and Weems looked at you with interest.

“I knew your mother. She simply said she was a seer?” The principal said and you nodded.

“I know.” You said “Easy cover. It's not like pretending to be a wolf or a gorgon or a vampire. Seers seem almost as normal as humans which means they were easy to impersonate with her wings folded i assume.” The principal nodded slowly drawing in the information.

“She did leave me something and I feel now is the best time to open it.” She said and you looked at her with curiosity. Slowly she stood and retrieved a small box from the bookshelf against the far wall of the room.

You had been left in Larissa’s care since you family had died and once you were of age you had come to nevermore.

Originally you had lived with her sister as Larissa had not had the time to run a school and care for a child. Her sister had been best friends with your mother, so it made more sense that way, so you really didn’t know the women better than any of the other teachers.

Your only interacts limited to the odd Christmas spent together and family gathering you were often roped into despite feeling like you were intruding. Based off the fact her sister, Ivy Aurora-Elizabeth Weems, was your legal guardian you guessed that made Larissa your adopted aunt in a weird and confusing way. But she rarely had time for you. It wasn’t out of malice but simply she didn’t have time, she was a busy woman. She rarely saw her sister either.

It's not that she disliked you, quite the opposite in fact, she had a soft spot for you and felt guilty she hasn’t spent more time with you.

At some of that gathering she had told you to call her Larissa outside of school hours but to call her principal Weems when on campus. You nodded knowing there was nothing behind her words, no deeper meaning but it still felt like the relationship between the two of you was strained. You kind of had a notion she didn’t want you, but you were simply misinterpreting her guilt.

To be honest you haven’t seen her outside of a school capacity in a few years. Only for your interview and check-ups for academic purposes. Frankly you could have almost forgotten she was in a weird way closer (legally) to you than the other teachers, even if it didn’t feel like it. Almost being the operative word.

“You're not mad i didn’t tell anyone?” You asked honestly surprised.

“No darling i know why you did what you did. But i do have some conditions for you” she said, and your eyes glanced at hers nervously. But hers held nothing but love and care.

“You will come in tomorrow morning for the first few classes if not the whole day. I need to do some research but from what i know new wings need a lot of care to make sure they mature properly and healthily. I will do a full checkup tomorrow morning here in my office. You don’t have to be nervous it shouldn’t hurt.” She said patting your leg. “From now on if your back hurts from keeping the wings inside for too long you are welcome to come to my office at any time you need to stretch them, it can be damaging to keep them inside for too long. This will stay between you, me and Ms Thornhill until you feel comfortable. As a part of your maturation process, we will do weekly checkups and physio to make sure everything is going ok. Your mother’s package she left, if my suspicions are correct, contain all the materials we will need including some books i will need to study.” She chuckled.

“Your mother always did find a way i ended up doing her work.” She said and you smiled softly. “Take the rest of the day off to relax, I don’t think you have a concussion but if you feel sick again come find me or send someone to get me ok?”

“Ok” you mumbled.

“Good girl. Relax that heatstroke was pretty intense and you need to have some fluids and food.” She said standing up and walking to the mini fridge in the corner of the room. She pulled out a bottle of blue Gatorade and twisted the lid off to hand to you.

“Drink.” She instructed and you took a few small sips which made her smile.

“Do you think you can make it back to your dorm or do you need some help?” She asked.

“I should be ok, thank you principal Weems you didn’t need to do any of this for me.” You said ducking your head.

“Nonsense darling. You're my responsibility and I want to make sure you're thriving.” She said, and in a softer tone she added. “After all I’ve known you for a long time even if we didn’t really know each-other. I’d like to change that someday if you’ll let me.”

You saw sincerity in her eyes as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. In a quiet voice you added.

“I’d like that too.” And she beamed in response.

The two of you said your goodbyes and she reiterated that if you needed anything you were to come to her and not the nurse to make sure it was never recorded that you were an angel.

You hurried back to your dorm and crawled into bed for a nap. Drifting off you began to wonder how things would change.

Tomorrow was defiantly going to be interesting to say the least.

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julymarte · 10 months

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The Granblue World Reset Lore and Theories

this is me being completely normal about the last update and bringing back stuff i already posted on twitter, it’s time for me to overanalize gbf too LET’S GO

i think this is my first analysis post about gbf here so let’s begin with the sauce of the materials i’m about to bring in, no we're not gonna talk aobut the astrals the angels,, canaan and the war this is not about them this is only about world reset and the otherworld

Robomi Epic Clash 6-1

Right behind you 3-2

MSQ 129-3

Old Bond 1-3

MSQ 165-2

Heart of the Sun 4-3

let’s begin by posting what i already put on twitter before the last MSQ update

From here we can understand that the oldest point where civilization is mentioned in the granblue lore is 70k years ago which is A LOT, the world was described in a way that seemed very verdant yet technologically advanced ( atomic fusion is mentioned in the event as something known ) enough to overcome war, famine, sickness, everything seemed perfect until the population started to rapidly increase natural resources started depleting, animals dying, wars and disasters bursting up and that would generate negative world matter (it plays on the weight of the soul theory but i'm not gonna dwell into that) giving birth to the Wardant or world anti matter, the world got pretty much destroyed by chaos, abominations rampaged bla bla we'll call it the first cataclism or the end of the first world if you may

next we have what i'd like to call, the exodus, in right behind you we get to know that moon sliver's ruins predate the creation myth and they are from before the sky realm existed so we know that the old world was still around 20k years ago but this is still pretty distant from the story told in robomi as they are 50k years apart which is starting to make me think a new civilization emerged after the original world was "cleansed back to equilibrium" by world antimatter the cause of this world's demise is....we'll get to that later but this quite obviously marks the exodus from the old earth to the moon starting the moondweller civilization who survived for thousands of years while the world met it's end once again

In chapter 129-3 of the msq we get to know more of the creation myth(pretty much the stuff we knew from entemeanki going more into the specific reason of the creation of the sky and star vessels aka vyrn and lyria but it's not about them now) and we see an otherworlder commander known as the Envoy referring the otherworlders as the precursors, as we know otherworlders have a strong connection with death and back then was theorized that it meant that the precursors were the people who died during the destruction of the previous world, thing that is now confirmed to be canon

In old bond the six dragons pretty much just confirm that the current world is imperfect and not what it was supposed to be in the past and we know that the world's ruination is bahamut's fault, he's not called the god of destruction for nothing after all, the current world results inperfect, incomplete... the Omnipotent itself, the first god, is brought in as it's possible the world was first created by the Omnipotent, bahamut destroyed it but pretty much failed to put back the pieces to recreate the spherical earth we all know(and live on)

some extra facts like that there's some locations that were known to exist in the old world like hawaii (mentioned roughly in the alohas event) and like moon sliver or robomi herself ,some ancient remnants of the old world are still well preserved

In HSM we learn that the otherworlders hold a heavy grudge on moondwellers but it's not explored in detail, the common theory was that they felt betrayed and abandoned while they got left out when the exodus happened and were hence left to die on their own devices...that was considered rather far fetched back then but....maybe it's exactly what happened

-------------------------MSQ SPOILERS AHEAD-----------------------

in chapter 165 of the main story quest we get what's maybe the clearest view of the effective world destruction

these informations tho must be taken with a pinch ! It's important to understand that we are currently in a branched timeline and otherworlders travel between dimensions/timelines so the destruction we witnessed in that chapter might or might not be the one that the mc's world has experienced (there are currently 3major timelines that i'm aware of, the one of the side quests and events, the prime timeline that got corrupted and our current timeline) from "...and you" we know that different timelines can be similar or significally different to the point that the world's wedges could be entirely different

in the second sub chapter we are spectators of the memories of one of the harpy looking otherworlders, this world apparently had a different set of races than the one we are used to, this could be because it's from a different branch of the timeline or cause before the current iteration of the world there were different dominant species roaming the globe, we get to see that it's a rather rural and pacific world, no airships, no planes... it might remind of the initial state of the world 70k years ago minus the technology unless it's something uncomon in small villages, monsters also only recently seemed to be appearing as they are referred as

also the description of the species reminds a lot of the otherworlder types

it's noted that the inhabitants of this world live modest and peaceful lives but their world still reaches the point of destruction and rapidly turns into what we know as the crimson horizon, now here it gets interesting this passage might actually be a reference to the exodus

talking with a couple friends two theories emerged about that

1) the silver city in the night sky is indeed this world's equivalent of the moon

2) the tree in this picture is different from the one we saw could it be the silver city? or it is the source of the otherworld miasma?

unlike what happened to the purple knight's world here there's no invasion, the crimson horizon seems victim to almost a sort of micelium that corrupted the land and it's inhabitants, the precursors, turning them into what we now know as otherworlders... after thousands of years bahamut came and destroyed the earth in an attempt to purge it from the corrosion while the otherworlders were hoping for salvation

and the rest is history.....

Is this what actually happened?

Are the precursors/ otherworlders just victims of a world ending disease? And if so what was the cause?

Is this what happened in a different timeline/world?

Is this a slight retcon?

it's gonna be in theory realm until the next time this gets addressed but the dynamic is clearly there as it's the cycle of rebirth and destruction of the sky realm (again and again)

#gbf #granblue fantasy #long post #THE LORE #world reset #analysis

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is-there-an-echo-in-here · 2 years

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I’m a day late, but part 5 of live texting the Kenobi show

Spoilers and insanity below the cut:

HITTING US WTH PREQUEL ERA RIGHT OFF THE BAT

SEEING ANAKIN WITH A BLUE LIGHTSABER

OH NO ITS VADER’s FLASHBACK FUCK OFF

Grand Inquisitor YES Get it girl

“We’ll do whatever we can to help” isn’t that just the whole jedi mantra like… love it

Hi, I’m sick of seeing innocents getting warped to do the empires bidding! Stop it

Oh my god look at all the Jedi stuff I y’know no I cannot

BECAUSE HE KNOWS HIM

This is so so reminiscent of the original trilogy and I’m here for it

YES JEDI SPEECH TAKE CONTROL GENERAL KENOBI SIR

Oh I’m always a slut for forehead touches even if it’s by lizard peoples

Why is this literally the mandalorian right now

“I’m going to need a ladder” I LOVE HER YOUR HONOUR

Is Bail actually the best stars wars character like what a man

And “fighting to make it better” is what star wars is all about and the real world should please follow its example

Why is it when I see a purge trooper Im wondering if it’s Cody? Like I’ve seen the bad batch s2 trailer I know he’s probably not even alive in kenobi why am I wondering if he’s here

The night of order 66 is a SORE SPOT obi wan chill out

God seeing clones gets me right in the heart every goddamn time

“I THOUGHT HE WAS THERE TO HELP US” OH MY GOD STOP PLEASE

REVA YES MY GIRL ILY IM SO SORRY THIS HAPPENED

God what a fucking actor I’m so in awe of Moses Ingram please give her nothing but love and respect thank you

OKAY IMAGINE IF THAT PURGE TROOPER WAS CODY THO I DONT WANT THAT ANYMORE

Oh my god it’s the mandalorian AGAIN I love it

Have I mentioned I love droids? Bc I love droids

NO TALA

NO DROID BOY

Fuck this

I love this dark kind of era of Star Wars but fuck this actually fuck it

I can’t be doing with these duelling flashbacks man

They know each so well even after all this time I’m ✨emotion✨

Ohoho that’s the Obi-Wan we know and love - the negotiator returns

I love this I love it I’m living for this team up please

God seeing Vader’s cape billowing like that is so good

LOLA BBY YOURE BACK

Him instantly praising Leia he would’ve been SUCH a good uncle in another reality

FUCK ME THATS A WHOLE ASS TRANSPORT DUDE

Ahah decoy bitch

Seeing them smile at each other oh…

REVA DONT PLEASE

God why

He doesn’t even NEED a lightsaber christ he’s so op

God she really does look like that little girl again doesn’t she - thats brutal

Ew fucking egghead’s back

I am uncomfy

Just survive like you survived before

Uh oh

Oh wait no

LUKE

#I am once again asking what happened to Cody #except we kinda know now so #obi wan kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi #owk spoilers #moses ingram #Star Wars #kenobi show #kenobi spoilers #kenobi part five #kit talks shit

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unsleepingtales · 11 months

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Ravening War episode 5 reactions! I’m so close to being all caught up, I’m so excited to be able to go through my dash without being scared for spoilers again

The lemon saint sebastian kills me every time lmao

Ooh new minis!

Oh those things are horrifying and also kind of cute?

I love how Aabria’s makeup references Karna’s eye

GHOST PEPPER

Angels of a mushroom god that can save me from perdition

I love intricate battle sets like this

Oh the pumpkin one is actually cute

THE DOMEEEEEE

Deli taking a level of barbarian makes sense yeah

God the deli/colin drama kills me

God Karna is so pretty

Battle master Colin go off hell yeah

What a wild way to ask permission to kill someone

You’re leeking!!

Just a cheeky lil silvery barbs

Oh, shit indeed

Yeah you fucked up.

SO many silvery barbs

Oh nooo poison

The concept of uncanny valley is so wild in this situation where nothing is actually human. Like. Would these vegetables and fruits etc be capable of feeling the discomfort of the uncanny valley?

There are fucking stakes.

Well. At least we have a sense of what we’re doing now. Even if it’s not a great thing to be doing.

You know, Raphaniel, I’m not entirely sure it is good to be this way!

Karna just going batshit when Deli is hurt is great

FORTY FOUR DAMAGE??

Wails from the Grave??

Just wanna lodge a complaint with the fate board.

Dice are jewelry for gamers!

Oh that’s so gross

Sick

Really cool, sick as hell, also EW

Gotta say, I really appreciate how Anjali immediately clocked and embraced the manner in which these creatures communicate

Karna giving a sacrifice to the mycelium <3

Horrifying. Horrifying!

Yeah you two should talk. You really should.

Oh god I take it back? I take it back.

Shoutout to the composers for this season btw the music really does add so much <3

W h a t

Who is that what’s up with that voice

How is this the FIRST TIME anyone’s talked to Colin with telepathy

We talk out loud okay? Like buds.

Cheese?? Colin backstory moment??

IS THIS MY FUCKING DAD

ZAC DAD MOMENT 100

Helloooooo

New map!! Malleable map! Malleable terrain! I love this shit!

Sickening

Great point. We’re having fun!

Bro what?? Brennan what?? Why?????

Matt’s FACE-

I need this energy to be directed somewhere else!

Best buds. Yep. Sure. Mhm.

Oh noooooo Karna

It’s almost like it’s been molding :D

They should put up cones!

You were always a problem??? God that’s fucked up

Ew ew ew

What that gravy doooo

OH SHIT THAT WAS THE FABIAN SEACASTER THEME

KARNA NO

Matt’s so good at noises damn

Everyone disliked that!

Honor skips a generation.

We gotta finish burning you DAMN

Kill! Your! Dad!

Glowing corn? Zac dad moment? What is this, freshman year?

I’m glad Colin gets a moment of having a glass of water and a hug and getting to talk.

That’s the amazing thing about necromancy! It’s not just skeletons and stuff, it’s closure!

Fun fact: I used to have an English teacher named Fontini

Did he just go to quote the ‘what is grief if not love persevering’ line from WandaVision??

A library of skulls holy shit

It just looks like steel. Just regular metal, non food metal.

God his visions are sick

Deus Pa’Zuul

Man they were just supposed to be left alone!

Yeah just go say hi to the speaker for the heart of the world

Ooh Karna and Raphaniel are talking againnnn

Oh they’re so stealthy

Yayyyy battle set close ups <3

The seventh kingdom!!

Graham cracker sidewalk!!

We do love to see it

Get absolutely got man

WHAT

Deli and Karna are so scary sometimes

What an insane way to finish a sentence that started with ‘I am possessed of healing’

Oh my god

The idea that Raphaniel feels kinship with these creatures specifically because they would be pleasant to consume together. Hnnnng.

Dome!

The fact that deli just kills with no hesitation no matter who’s telling him to

We’re getting in character :D

Ooooh Karna

Ok the one slap was kinda hot and then it devolved a Lot

No coherent thoughts about the preview except that Aabria’s makeup looks so good.

#verbal component #ravening war #colin #deli #The Bishop #Karna #reactions

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Letters to a MAGA Communist, #1

Kanye West, Tribalist Trumpism, and Mental Illness

Thursday, October 6, 2022 8:22 AM

From: a-certain-plurality

To: [redacted]

Subject: Kanye related stuffs

Just a general share.

Tuesday, October 11, 2022, 06:11 -0700

From: [redacted]

To: a-certain-plurality

Re: Kanye related stuffs

This guy is all over the place.

I always go back to money when someone like this is making pronouncements.

Seems to me another shock merchant trying to keep in the public eye to sell his products that have already made him a billionaire.

The way of the world we live in....

Tuesday, October 11, 2022, 07:18 -0700

From: a-certain-plurality

To: [redacted]

Re: Kanye related stuffs

Right??

But it’s not money for Kanye anymore, he’s taking the Christ method of eschewing worldly goods right now.

What he’s tripping on is power (money is definitely power, I hear that.)

A lot of his music is about money and power, I’ll send you some lyrics in the future, I know you love some rap/hip-hop (I should listen to that Linkin Park/Jay-Z collab)

I also think he may still be very sick with his bipolar disorder. Hard to say but grandiosity is core to the manic/psychotic experience, people start acting like they are God. (Sound familiar? I was acting like A God in the coffee shop for sure!)

Yeezus, his 2013 album, broke the internet back then, he was already ahead of the Trump curve. It’s definitely a Tea Party type album, often about taxation without representation (and sleeping with Kim Kardashian, of course.)

In my opinion, once the Citizens United ruling came down from the Supreme Court, America ceased to be a liberal republican democracy. Corporations are. not. people. And Yeezus speaks to that.

The track New Slaves is about blackness and consumerism. I Am A God is his grandiosity talking, but it is also true.

Kanye West is an icon and a iconoclast. As far as modern popular hip-hop is concerned, he is A God. His only rival as far as power and influence and visibility goes is Kendrick Lamar, and Lamar ain’t close as a producer, to my knowledge, his influence is strongest as an artist, Kanye’s greatest influence is as a producer. He’s not a David Geffen per se, but it’s who he makes me think of as far as iconography and historiography goes.

There’s a reason why A Conversation with YE spoke to me so strongly when I was having a psychotic break. Either he was manic/psychotic and I was too, or just I was, hard to say.

But I find it highly unlikely that West would take psychiatric medication. Big Pharma? Kanye is likely super paranoid about it, fairly so. It’s one of the reasons taking meds has always bothered me, I’ve been walking the Fuck Big Pharma beat since I was a teenager talking shit about George W’s war-mongering. (Microphone Fiend by Rage Against the Machine is my personal politicking anthem right now. RATM became Audioslave after the lead singer left, by the way, the band stopped being political and wrote love songs instead. No wonder the lead singer hit the heroin again, love is a drug as much as politics is.)

But all sick people fear meds, too. It’s not just political for sure. I’m glad we have them now.

I do wish he was well and not tripping on power, because his thoughts on the class struggle are legit, and the MAGA movement is rooted in the class struggle, in my eyes.

Conservatives are trying to conserve a way of life that has been swallowed up and shit out by neolib and neocon globalists and free trade. Shit rolling downhill from the 90s, downhill from the 70s, and on and on, all political history is connected somehow.

If Kanye was well and also not an asshole (I think he’s likely both sick and a prick, and all humans can be the latter), he’d been hooking up with Coleman Hughes or Kmele Foster, who are anti-idpol.

Not Candace Owens, who is a race hustler and profits from idpol. She’s just another Dave Rubin, who peddles his gayness as he sucks up the cash. Shit, Joe Rogan too, though I like some of his guests and agree with him sometimes. (I don’t think Rogan has ever had an original thought, tho, he’s just a stoner.)

I really love discussing political philosophy. I am working hard to keep it healthy for myself.

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sapphicwhxre · 3 years

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ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

───────── boys ─────────

harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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#harry potter x reader #hermione granger x reader #pansy parkinson x reader #luna lovegood x reader #ginny weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #cho chang x reader #nymphadora tonks x reader #bellatrix lestrange x reader #ron weasley x reader #fleur delacour x reader #harry potter #fic recs #masterlist #smut #fluff #angst

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crystalcow · 3 years

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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳

and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

@creatorofstars @georgenctfound @samistheidiot @smolbox-png @ghostlysenses @stellarinstigator @bobaducky

#sapnaps child #sapnap x reader #sapnap #sapnap x y/n #karl jacobs x y/n #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #quackity x you #dsmp #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #wilbur soot #tommy innit #kinoko kingdom #dream smp prison #las navadas #child reader

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teddy06writes · 3 years

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It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine?

Requested by this anon who decided to break my heart: “Hear me out. Dream x fem!reader angst. Originally, the reader was the one who wore the smiley faced mask. Dream and the reader were in love and dream proposed, reader said yes, then later that night, the reader passed away (either sickness or getting hurt idc) and in order to keep her memory, dream wears the mask in her absence.”

Dream x fem!reader

trigger warnings: some swears, character death, general angst

premise: in game au; You and Dream have been together since what feels like the beginning of time, and it had always seemed like you would be together, and now he had finally had the confidence to propose, unfortunately, Wilbur and his new developing country of L’manburg have other plans for you

{hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this one hurt}

{I listened to Sebelius : Finlandia Op.26 on repeat while writting this and only questioned my sanity twice}

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You giggled, “Where are we goingg?”

“Somewhere special,” Dream said, raising your entwined hands enough to press a kiss to your knuckles, “Trust me, your going to love it.”

You laughed again, free hand reaching back to adjust the knot holding your mask in pace, “You’re ridiculous.”

Today had marked the four year anniversary since you and Dream had started dating officially, and he had insisted in abandoning all his duties to the smp for a day to take you out.

The two of you had been wandering through the woods for a while now, and you were fairly convinced that he had no idea where he was going, but still you didn’t say anything.

“It should be just through here.” He said, leading you down between two trees.

A moment later you came into a clearing, decorated with lights, a picnic set up in the middle, with a perfect view of the rest of the hill side.

“Oh my god!” You squeaked.

“You like it?” He asked.

“I love it! This is so cute, Dream!”

Dream chuckled, “Bad found the spot, and I got Sapnap to help get all this stuff out here.”

You grinned to a point where he could tell even with your mask on, “It’s perfect.”

Carefully he flicked at the edge of the wide mask, “Take that stupid thing off and kiss me.”

“It’s not stupid!” You protested, “Come on Dream just kiss the smiley face, its good enough.”

Reluctantly he pressed a kiss to the mask and you beamed, immediately moving to slip it off, kissing him properly before going to sit down on the picnic blanket.

You looked back up at him, “While don’t just stand there, come on! Sit with me!”

~~ A while later, after the food had been eaten, you were leaned back against Dream, eyes closed happily, mask still off to the side, “Thank you, for this.”

“Of course.” He smiled, “But, uh, actually there's one other thing?”

You hummed, peaking up at him, “Whats that?”

“Well- I- I’ve been thinking about it for a while and- well- I was wondering, if you’d- if you’d marry me?” He asked.

Your eyes shot open to see the ring box in his hand, “Your- you’re not kidding? This is real- this is for real?”

“Course its real,” He chuckled, “Would you rather have me get on one knee to prove it?”

Dream quickly maneuvered to be In front of you, on one knee, the ring box held out in front of him, “I have loved you, since the beginning of time (y/n) and now I’m asking you to become my wife.”

Your hands moved to your face in shock for a moment before dropping back down as you practically tackled him, “Oh my god!”

“Is that a yes then?” He chuckled, doing his best to sit up with your weight still on him.

You nodded eagerly, and he slipped the ring onto your finger, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dream grinned, kissing you once more- only to be distracted by a yell from down the hill.

“Dream! Dream!”

“Oh god,” He muttered, standing up, “I’ll be right back”

You stood as well, stooping to grab your mask and fastening it on your face before following him.

By the time you had caught up, Sapnap was giving a report on what was going on.

“He’s starting a new country- says their starting a rebellion.”

“Who is?” You asked.

“Wilbur,” Sapnap said curtly, motioning over to where wall were being built, “TommyInnt, Tubbo and Eret have all joined this crazy plan.”

“Thats insane.” You muttered.

Dream frowned, “I won’t have this. We’ll stop them. Sapnap, see too it that all of there resources are destroyed.”

The man nodded, and hurried away, already pulling out his flint and steel, and Dream turned to you, “This is the exact opposite of what I was hoping for today.”

“We’ll figure it out, together.” You assured.

Later that night, after you had returned home, Dream had gone out again, hoping for a civilized discussion with Wilbur, before getting launched into any war.

He stood at the gates of L’manburg, looking up at were Tubbo sat on watch, “I need to speak to Wilbur.”

“Why?” Tubbo challenged.

Dream crossed his arms, “Because this doesn’t have to become something bloody and violent, now get inside and get him.”

Scared, Tubbo quickly scrambled down off the wall and toward one of the buildings that had risen with the walls.

A moment later he came back to open the gates, Wilbur following behind, “I was beginning to wonder when you would show up. I knew you’d have a problem with this.”

“Wilbur whatever this is it needs to be shut down, now.”

“That's exactly what I thought you’d say,” Wilbur said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “That's what tyrants always say.”

“I am not a tyrant!” Dream protested.

“Is that why you’re forcing your agenda on us? Read the fucking message dick head, we don’t want to deal with you any longer. ‘ere. read this, its the conditions of our independence. We are free and there is nothing you can do to stop us.”

Dream took the book Tubbo thrust into his hands, ‘the declaration of independance’

“Forever the nation of the dream smp has cast sin upon our great land of the hto dog van,” Wilbur quoted, “This book declarers that the nation that shall hence forth be known as the L’manburg is free and independent from the DreamSmp, totally, completely and wholly.”

“You’re starting a fight you can’t finish.” Dream warned, handing the book back.

Wilbur scoffed, “On the contrary Dream. You’ve threatened a country that is more than willing to fight back. Tommy, hurry up and get inside!”

As Wilbur barked the last words Dream turned to see Tommy coming out the darkness, an empty bottle in one hand and a dagger stained a dull rust color in the other.

“It’s done.” The teen muttered.

“She put up a fight?” Wilbur asked.

Tommy, even scared by what he’d done, couldn’t help but look at Dream, a glint in his eye, “(y/n) won’t be a problem anymore.”

On pure instinct Dream ran, the only thing in his mind that he had to get to you.

The stillness of the house was broken as Dream crashed through the door, “(y/n)? (y/n)?!”

Shaking he moved through the house, the was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a break in, but there was a slight lingering affect of a potion in the doorway leading to your shared bedroom.

From the color of the particles he knew it had been weakness, and he carefully pushed through into the room.

It was dark, and for a moment, with your form stretched out in bed, he could almost think that everything was fine, that you were just asleep, waiting for him.

Turning on a light he saw that the reality was much different.

Blood pooled around you, dripping from the bed and soaking the sheets, evidently coming from the gaping holes in your stomach.

The worst part of it was the mask clasped in your hands, held out, almost like you were offering it to him.

“(y/n)...” He whimpered, still frozen in the door, “What do I do? Now that your gone? Oh god what did he do to you?”

Some how the fact that Tommy had seen your face, the one thing you kept hidden from everyone, except him, seemed to hit Dream the hardest, even as you lay dead.

Slowly, he moved forward, taking the mask from your hands.

~~ Dream stood at the top of the hill, looking over the crater.

Somewhere off to the side Phil and Techno were celebrating the victory over everyone, the huge hole where L’manburg had been stretching all the way down the bed rock.

The porcelain was cold against his face, but Dream had long since gotten used to the uncomfortable feeling of the mask.

With the mask that you had given him, the mask he had unwillingly taken from you had kept everyone from knowing his pain. And now, he had made sure they felt all of yours and his own.

The chain with your engagement rings felt heavy around his neck, but he couldn’t help grin at Tommy, who had barley made it out of the wreckage, “Looks like you won’t be a problem anymore.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #teddy06 writes

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jackoshadows · 2 years

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Does sansa really have the most content out of all the characters? I’m not really in the fandom but I’ve seen a lot of Dany and Arya gifsets and edits over the years and some Dany related gifsets/edits/text posts had a crazy amount of notes.

I certainly think so and I tend to usually hang out only on the Jon and Arya tags and not on the general Asoiaf or GOT tag.

If there's so much Sansa content on the Jon tag considering these two characters have pretty much nothing to do with each other in the books, imagine how much stuff is out there for her.

There's a lot of Arya/Sansa stuff on Arya tags. All the fanart and fanfiction for Sansa - Sansa in pretty dresses, Sansa with flowers, Sansa brushing her hair, Sansa with the many male/female characters she's shipped with, Sansa/OC shipping, Sansa shipped with characters from other TV shows. I was on the Wheel of Time tag the other day and Sophie Turner's Sansa showed up there as well!!

Unlike her peers, I think she's progressed the least in terms of growth and story development. Jon and Dany are leaders and rulers, Arya is an assassin fluent in languages, manipulation and already influenced the Northern plot, Bran has God like powers. Meanwhile Sansa is still blindly following LF's orders. She's a blank canvass people can paint on, blanks that can be filled in by lots and lots of fanon.

Her canon relationships are rewritten, her agency is taken away (She's not to blame for tattling to Cersei it's Ned's fault, Maester Coleman did not explain properly to Sansa about Sweetsleep etc.), she's sweet, kind, compassionate, a good friend to Jeyne, the best sister to Arya, was just being polite to Jon, will be best ruler etc etc.

Unlike Arya and Dany, she also idealizes romance and love, marriage is a big part of her arc, she's beautiful and I guess that appeals more to shippers than Dany ruling or Arya trying to survive the war. She's shipped with pretty much every other character.

So yes, IMO, I do think that Sansa has a lot of content on Tumblr and places like AO3.

Not complaining mind you, people like what they like etc. I just find it hilarious that the same people who consume all this Sansa content are whining about being sick of one day of book Jon/Arya content or Jon Month. Hypocrites the lot of them.

And despite all the drama and fandom wank, I do think that there's been more Dany, Arya and Jon content recently thanks to some great content creators in the fandom and I for one am certainly enjoying it.

#asks

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newvegascowboy · 3 years

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i think deacon’s idle voice lines reveal a lot more about him as a person than anything he says during affinity conversations, and here’s why

get ready for a long meta post about deacon that nobody asked for, because we’re deep diving today.

okay. so Deacon’s a liar, everybody knows this. He tells you straight up that he does and WILL lie to you, and will praise you if you call him out, but i think his idle voice lines are more honest about himself than he would have you believe.

Personal Life

i first noticed stuff he says in idle conversations when we were taking rad damage and he said, “Great. I didn’t need to have more children.” (0:58 for anyone interested) and “Guess there won’t be any little Deacons scurrying around in the future.” The above video doesn’t include it, but I have heard him say it in game. Unfortunately, I can’t go digging around in the game files to find it, so you might have to take that one at my word!

I always take his affinity conversations with a grain of salt because, well, it’s Deacon, but given how angry and upset with a dismissive Sole Survivor he becomes, I’m willing to give him a little bit of leeway and believe that Barbara either was or is real, and she’s no longer in his life. Plus, given what he says about them “trying for kids”? It’s not unreasonable to think that he has or had children. If he ever did, they’re not in his life anymore either.

(the reproductive ability of synths is debated. i couldn’t actually find any information on the fallout wiki, but there were a few forums discussing the topic where the general consensus seemed to be “no”, but if synths are 100% biologically human, then i don’t see why they technically couldn’t. it’s kind of a YMMV thing.)

Plus, it’s pretty consistent that he gets freaked out when up in high places. (:44) here to listen to his voice lines about being up in the quarry, and here to listen to his dialogue during the Railroad aligned quest Red Glare. Safe to say this man is honestly afraid of heights.

"Alright. You got me up here... let's go down. Now?"

At the top of Trinity Tower.

The Railroad

Not going to spend a lot of time on this, since his voice lines about it are minimal, but it is of note.

Game files and terminal entries hint at Desdemona believing that Deacon is “John D”, the sole survivor of an attack on the Railroad back in 2266. Post 2273, there is no more mention about “John D”. Admittedly, this is pretty weak evidence considering it’s in-game conjecture, but Deacon mentions knowing Desdemona as a green recruit, finding it hard to take her seriously at times.

Even if his claim about being the real leader of the Railroad is bullshit, he’s obviously one of the eldest members of the Railroad, confirmed membership going back at least 12 years to 2275. He could very well be the oldest surviving member of the Railroad.

Hidden Depths

this one is pretty well known, so I’m not going to say too much on it either.

the man knows a lot of stuff about the pre war world! Don’t know why! He never offers any reason for why he’s so familiar with the pre war world. It’s very clear that he either had a much, much more thorough education than most Wastelanders, or he was around people who did. University Point was a pretty major settlement until the Institute wiped it out, so I suppose it’s possible that he could’ve been schooled there, but I find it unlikely. He never makes any mention of his childhood other than an obvious joke where he says, “I grew up just over there. Lot of fond memories by that...thing.” (this link is a compilation of voice lines, so it may take a moment to get there.)

Obviously there’s the famous Proust line, indicating he’s pretty well read, though, oddly enough, he doesn’t have anything to say about Henry David Thoreau’s cabin! You’d think he would. In addition to Proust, he has the combat voice line, “Insert something Shakespearean about your death and inevitable doom here,” indicating he’s familiar with Shakespeare.

He also mentions knowing and wanting a talk radio show. I mean, the Charles River Trio exists, but it’s a stretch to call that a talk radio show. He also mentions having read “a few textbooks” and asks if we were planning on an invasion of mathletes. This hints at nothing, but i do think it’s funny that he knows the word mathlete, but refers to pre-war objects as gizmos.

Involvement in other games

It’s canon that Deacon has been to the Capital Wasteland, and based on his dialogue, may have been VERY involved in the goings on there.

The events of Fallout 3 take place in 2277. The wiki tells us that sometime in 2275, Deacon was kicked out of the railroad by then-leader Pinky Thompson because Pinky was "sick of the lying, face-changing son of a bitch." So maybe unlikely, but very possible for Deacon to have been in the Capital Wasteland during the entirety of the events of Fallout 3. Though this pretty much kills the idea that Deacon was the Lone Wanderer, that’s a headcanon i love and probably one that I want to do something with in the future.

He also seems to have quite a history with the Brotherhood of Steel and seems familiar with them and their actions in the Capital Wasteland, going to far as to say that they did good work in the Capital. Not only that, but he mentions “Code Violet”, part of Harkness’ override code from Fallout 3. It’s possible that Deacon could’ve been a runner for escaped synths heading for the Capital Wasteland sometime around 2277, which could be why he’s so knowledgeable about Capital-era Brotherhood and President Eden.

Deacon talks about winning something from Robert House in a poker game while chatting with Deezer in Covenant. (1:26) Also interesting to note - he mentions “Being a soldier in the west” (17:43) at one point, hinting to possible involvement with the NCR (or possibly with the Western chapter of the Brotherhood).

of course it’s possible that Deacon is bullshitting. He’s a liar. even if he doesn’t have a “reason” to lie, that doesn’t make every random word that comes out of his mouth the truth. simply - this man knows a lot. Knows things that, arguably, he shouldn’t or would be very hard for him to learn without some dedicated poking around.

in conclusion?

is there more? most definitely. what does this mean? well...not really anything. part of why i believe that his idle voice lines are more truthful than anything he says during his affinity conversations is because during those conversations, a lot of the time, he’s lying to try and prove a point.

"But I had a point here. A lesson, if you will. There're other organizations out there. And, in time, I'm sure they're going to spoon-feed you their own patented form of bullshit. Ignore the verbage and look at what they're doing. What they're asking you to do. What sort of world they'd have you build and how they're going to pay for it."

I believe a lot of Deacon’s lies are meant for himself. To run from himself, to comfort himself, or simply because he doesn’t want to be affiliated with the man he was when he was younger. To me, his idle lines are him “thinking out loud”. Grumbling because the Sole Survivor dragged him into an irradiated hell hole, or freaked out because they’re standing on top of Trinity Tower and by god, he can feel the building swaying.

Maybe his honesty is completely on accident. Maybe he’s just hinting at a personal life with a max affinity Sole Survivor because this person is his best friend and despite everything he’s ever tried to teach himself, he trusts this person. Or maybe it isn’t honesty at all, and he’s just bullshitting to bullshit. It’s impossible to know for sure.

Either way, we’ll never truly know the real Deacon.

#fallout #fallout 4 #deacon #fallout meta #kal talks #this was actually quite a lot of fun to write and research #and it all started because of his voice line about children #thanks deeks #for baby's first meta post i think i dif pretty well lmao

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oh-boy-me · 3 years

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I just read both the australia and museum post and the chaos levels are top tier, but like imagine the chaos that ensues if lord diavolo discovers about amusment parks and immediately just buys tickets to disneyland. Lucifer is basically the dad trying not to loose his children(lord diavolo included). Lord diavolo wanting to ride a loopy rollercoaster and just having the time of his life! (Also I highkey see diavolo ordering lucifer to make a disneyland in devildom tbh) Also mouse ear headbands!

This..... this took forever

Hey there anon! Sorry it took literally a year to answer this! If you’re still into Obey Me, I hope this was a pleasant surprise.

Also for the first time ever a scenario post is being put under the cut for length purposes. This scenario is 2.6k words Jesus

Please note that the last time I went to Disney was in 2015, so anything that’s newer than that is taken from the extensive reading of Disney advice blogs I read in preparation for this post. Anything older than that is likely from experience.

Also, I tried my best to keep this spoiler free for the attractions that can be affected by it.

So the Devildom DOES have the concept of amusement parks. I slept on this ask for so long that we’ve learned about Devil’s Coast. It seems to be more akin to a smaller-scale theme park, though. Small-ish. I’m used to NYC idk what constitutes as small.

Something like Disney World is on such a larger scale!! When Diavolo heard about that, he knew they had to go.

They are going to Disney World in Orlando because it’s the only one I’ve been to.

Lucifer is REALLY getting tired of these field trips, but there would be no weird animals, and there would be no sobering lessons on global extinction events at a family-friendly amusement park. He. He can handle this.

Solomon has actually been banned from all Walt Disney theme parks. We’re talking blacklist-level banned. He’s barred from ever entering any Disney park ever again. However, this was back in 1976, so this must be, like, his son or something, right? There’s no way this is the same guy. Thought the security guard who let him in.

What did Solomon do to get banned? When asked, he only gave a curious hum. “Yeah, I wonder.”

The place is split into four parks, so they’ll spend one day in each.

Barbatos continued to flex his power as the only one in the group with a brain cell, being sure to get them all fast passes. He even set time back just for the passes while they were booking the rides they wanted to cut the lines for, so if they don’t get used he’s going to be very snippy.

Also for convenience sake this is taking place in an AU where everything is the same but COVID doesn’t exist to shut down some rides and attractions.

Day 1: Hollywood Studios

MC and Simeon basically have to coerce Lucifer into letting everyone run free instead of making them all line up with a walking rope all day. He relents on the condition that everyone checks in periodically so he can at least know they haven’t killed anyone.

Nobody will check in except for maybe Beelzebub and those at Purgatory Hall.

Levi immediately gathered his fellow Star Wars fans (which basically meant calling over Mammon Belphie and Asmo and then pulling in two unsuspecting people suddenly given the title of “Star Wars fan”), and made a beeline for Galaxy’s Edge. There’s a LOT to do there and damn it if he wasn’t going to hit all of it.

First up for their group is the interactive Millennium Falcon Smuggler’s Run. They fail the mission. Levi’s pretty pissed, but everyone agrees that it was fun nonetheless. They really felt like they were doing a mission in the Falcon! Plus, the gameplay element was totally up the alley of most of this group. Simeon does feel a little nauseous from Luke’s jerky steering, though.

Did you know that Diavolo loves Toy Story? He does. He’s very much enjoying the Slinky roller coaster with Barbatos.

Barbatos would rather be spending time at the shows and performances, but oh no god forbid we don’t get an autograph from Doc McStuffins. Lucifer please come find him and save him.

Lucifer somehow wandered into the Frozen Sing-Along Celebration. He wants out. Barbatos please come find him and save him.

In general, Lucifer isn’t a fan of these sorts of places, so honestly he’s just hiding from the others and waiting for today to be over. Barbatos told him that there are parks that don’t revolve around rides and characters, and he’s holding out for those.

Luckily for them Diavolo wants to do LITERALLY everything, and that does include the shows, so Barbatos and Lucifer can have at least some fun today

Levi, Asmo, and Beel are about to start their relay for getting character autographs when Satan shows up out of nowhere and starts dragging everyone over to the Tower of Terror. Solomon bars all attempts to flee on a certain Avatar of Greed’s side.

The line to the Tower is so long, and honestly? Satan feels like the ride didn’t live up to the literal hour they waited to get on. Like yeah it was fun, but way too short.

He voices those thoughts, and Levi, who Satan knows is afraid of heights, is pretty fucking livid and drags him to Rock n Rollercoaster as revenge. Satan hates roller coasters.

As for the others, Asmo and Luke have a lot of fun on the thrill rides. Mammon and Simeon do not. Beel is a little spooked by them but still manages to have fun, while Belphie and Solomon think they’re alright.

Eventually, Simeon gets too sick to move, and they assign him to Luke. They say it’s because he’s too short to ride some of the rides (even though he’s literally not, screw you guys.)

Barbatos messes with time a lil bit so they can enjoy the Fantasmic Show and Fireworks to wrap the day up.

Levi is very jealous of Diavolo’s Doc McStuffins autograph. Somehow Asmo has Buzz Lightyear’s number.

Day 2: Animal Kingdom

Satan is vibrating

He literally instantly sprints to the Kilimanjaro Safari. And good for him; that’s something best done while the sun isn’t high up. The whole gang actually agrees to check that one out, and while Satan isn’t thrilled to be within 50 feet of Lucifer, he’s glad Simeon is there because he remembers how his presence lured animals out in Australia.

Simeon also finds himself pulled along the trails by Satan and parents watch in horror as a gorilla gives him a friendly pat on the back.

If you didn’t know, Animal Kingdom is divided into the two continents of Asia and Africa, as well as the secret eighth continent Avatar (2009). Diavolo heard great things about the Flight of Passage ride, but he totally forgot to tell Barbatos about it, so they’re stuck on a three hour wait line now.

Levi takes Luke on the Everest roller coaster because Simeon saw it in the distance and looked like he was about to cry. Levi wouldn’t shut up about how the yeti effect needs to be fixed and Solomon had to explain that the effect literally couldn’t support itself.

Simeon, having escaped a roller coaster for the first and only time on this trip, grabs lunch with Lucifer and Solomon and they enjoy the Lion King performance together. Solomon’s the only one of them who’s seen the movie, but the others still found it fun. Solomon keeps making up random plot points that don’t exist, though. Remember when Simba was captured by pirates?

Mammon found the Bugs Life show very scary. Normally Asmo would laugh at him, but he’s afraid of any bug he’s never seen before and at least Mammon was afraid of the things that were supposed to get you. They agree that bugs are still not their friends.

Satan has many things to say about the Dinosaur ride and most of them aren’t good. Belphie thought it was pretty ok, though. Lucifer can’t believe there was a sobering lesson on a global extinction event at this family-friendly amusement park.

Diavolo is still in line. Barbatos abandons him. He accompanies Luke to the kiddie fossil thing and actually finds it more tolerable. Oh yeah that’s the other secret ninth continent, Dinoland.

Beel and Belphie spend most of the day together at the various petting zoos. Belphie comes back knowing more than he ever wanted to about conservation. He thought Rafiki’s Planet Watch was going to be about watching other planets, not this one!

Asmo gets very interested in the costumes of the performers, as well as the parrots in the bird show. He could probably make some really colorful designs with those as inspiration.

Nearby, Mammon runs into Kevin and squawks in surprise. The zoo staff spend the next two hours trying to find the bird that escaped.

Diavolo says the ride was worth it, don’t worry.

Honestly this park has a lot of stuff that wouldn’t translate well to a funny scenario post so this part might be a little short compared to the others. I can only talk about a zoo for so long.

Anyone remember the Honey I Shrunk the Kids 4D show? Apparently it closed in 2016 to make room for more Star Wars stuff.

Anyway, at the center of it all there’s the Tree of Life, which is really pretty all day. Lucifer is thrilled to have a decently obvious meet-up place, too. They get to catch the brief awakening show at night.

They’re very bummed to learn the Rivers of Light show isn’t happening anymore, so Levi pulls it up on his phone so they can watch it in spirit.

Then Satan learns about the Wilderness Explorers badges and the others spend the rest of the time preventing too much collateral damage over the fact that nobody told him.

Day 3: Epcot

Finally, Lucifer thinks. Boo, Luke thinks.

Beel didn’t expect this park to be that interesting to him (he’s much more into the wonder and immersion of Hollywood Studios and Magic Kingdom), but then he learned about the restaurants. China, Norway, France, Mexico, Germany, Morocco, Italy, Japan, Canada--Canada? Huh. Canada. There’s so many different restaurants from so many cuisines to try, and yeah he knows that it’s definitely not the same as going to the place and it’s overpriced (sorry Lucifer), but it’s all right there. He makes certain to take MC on a deluxe Epcot restaurant tour.

Oh yeah MC. That’s the first time we’ve heard from them in a while. They’re doing whatever you want them to I guess.

Levi buys so much from the Japanese gift shops that he has to go back to the hotel for a bit to drop his bags off.

Satan and Diavolo aren’t much better, but their stashes are more varied.

Also, Diavolo found Mouse Gear, and bought everyone a pair of ears. Lucifer says that everyone has to keep them on because it’s what Lord Diavolo wants, but he is by far the most upset about them. Mammon snaps a picture and Lucifer throws his DDD into the lake.

Asmo and Belphie decide they’re gonna take it easy this day, and they nab Solomon and Barbatos for some exhibition hopping.

Luke finds Mission Space and please father no Simeon thought he was safe he thought he was safe here no please

Aside from that, though, Luke honestly finds this part of the park boring. He’d have been more interested in these attractions elsewhere, but as a kid he’s in Disney for roller coasters and Mickey Mouse.

Simeon is very grateful that Luke doesn’t have much that he wants to do, because it means that he can enjoy the Gran Fiesta and Living with the Land boat rides and have a single moment where he doesn’t feel like he’s about to be sick. He’s not even afraid of the rides; he just gets motion sick easily.

Asmo makes sure to see the Chinese acrobat show, and Mammon catches that with the show-hopping gang since there isn’t much he wants to do here either.

Epcot has alcohol and Solomon hasn’t been able to drink in ages so he really wants to spend some time doing that with MC. No demons allowed, thank you very much. He doesn’t hold his liquor as well as he’d like you to believe, but he just gets really talkative when drunk so it’s ok.

Epcot is a nice day to take a breather and Lucifer and Barbatos definitely needed a breather before tomorrow.

Day 4: Magic Kingdom

This is the day Diavolo has been waiting for. The crème de la crop, the best park for kids and kids in a future king of the Devildom’s body.

Also I feel like now is a good time to mention that this probably isn’t a reasonable order of events because I don’t remember the map layout of these places idk Disney city planning

This time. This time, Levi, Asmo and Beel are gonna get those autographs, dammit. Levi doesn’t even know who half of these characters are but hell if he’s not getting their autograph.

Mammon actually really loves the mascots too, but he’s embarrassed about it so he’ll only try to get one if he can use the guise of MC wanting one. MC, please help him out

Belphie isn’t big on rides, but he does have a soft spot for the more retro ones like Dumbo and Seven Dwarves. And like I said before, Beel loves Magic Kingdom for its wonder. So Belphie is perfectly happy being led (read: piggybacked) around by Beel today, because their favorite attractions match up pretty well here.

Actually, Beel’s favorite Disney movie is Lilo and Stitch, but. RIP Stitch’s Great Escape ride 2004-2018

Diavolo and Lucifer take a moment to enjoy the Carousel of Progress, and they reflect on how much the Human World is always changing and how much about it they still don’t know. It really does make them think, like. Grandma found the VR games at Christmas! The Devildom doesn’t have grandmas!

Mammon is terrified of the Haunted Mansion ride, and Satan has literally never felt so much schadenfreude in his life.

Mammon’s afraid of most rides to be fair, but he likes water rides, so Levi eventually takes pity on him and they go on Splash Mountain together more than once.

The Peter Pan ride broke down

Luke wanted to go on Space Mountain and Simeon was the only one around, so. RIP Simeon ????-2021

Diavolo was That Guy. If you know, you know.

Beel accidentally spun the teacups way too fast. Not even Solomon got out of that one unscathed.

Following that, Solomon manages to drag Barbatos onto the Jungle Cruise while Lucifer is busy. What is Lucifer busy with? Riding the Buzz Lightyear shooting ride over and over until he hits every single target and gets a perfect score at a Disney ride, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve. Anyway, Barbatos finds it really charming and Solomon finds it a nice break that he didn’t know he needed.

While looking for a food place that sells water for a reasonable price, a kid runs up to Asmo asking for a picture and autograph. He’s kind of confused, but goes along with it to make the kid happy.

Turns out, Asmo’s so naturally charming that they mistook him for a prince. Other groups see that family and follow suit. Mammon eventually catches wind of it and shows up to charge a fee. The parents are pretty sure Disney doesn’t charge fees like that, but their kids really want a pic with Asmo so they hand over the two bucks. (“Oh it’s so low” come on Mammon’s not a dick to children.)

And that’s the story of how Mammon and Asmo ended up in Disney Jail. You’re very much not allowed to pretend to be a cast member and then charge money for it. Lucifer has to bail them out as their “guardian,” and as punishment they aren’t allowed to opt out of It’s a Small World.

Small World isn’t that bad imho, and those like Diavolo, Satan, Simeon, and Levi would like it a lot. But Lucifer has been playing parent all day, Belphie does not like the noise, and Solomon has literally been on this ride at least fifty times. Very mixed feelings on this one, but it feels fitting to end with that and a fireworks show.

All in all though this wasn’t the worst trip Lucifer’s been on (cue everyone applauding for some reason).

Barbatos by far had the least fun of them all because for four days he was stuck in a park where the mascot is a fucking rodent and he wasn’t allowed to annihilate Mickey Mouse where he stood

“Disneyland Devildom when” “Lord Diavolo, no”

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #my favorite park is def epcot and my favorite ride is def splash mountain #also my sister helped me out by reminding me about animal kingdom but most of her photos were of random birds

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Mystery at the Salt-Irons

Hey everyone! E here with a new chapter! kept you waiting huh? Haha sorry it's been a busy few weeks. Nothing serious but I had to keep starting and stopping this chapter so it threw me off but it's here, it's ready and I hope you enjoy it!

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Summary: Finnrick is called to solve a mysterious case as per his job as the city's only Private Investigator wizard but as he sinks deeper into the case, the more it seems that something is happening behind the scenes. Of course with an old friend in town and dark magic surrounding the case, Finnrick is as busy as ever. Ain't no rest for the wicked.

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The Salt-Iron Flats weren’t anything special on the surface: An unassuming apartment complex on the north side of Newton Haven, the only thing most people remembered about the place was how the price tag hurt their souls.

Of course, unlike the general housing market, the Salt-Irons (affectionately referred to by the locals) actually had a very reasonable reason for fetching such a high rate: The salt and cold iron baked into every single brick that formed the building.

If you weren’t in the magical know, you’d think it utterly insane that you’d be forced to pay such a large amount of cash because some weirdo decided to make a new age artistic statement with bricks. Of course, if you are aware of the greater community at large, you’d knew you were paying the insanely large sum because someone decided to make the Salt-Irons the single most protective location in the city.

Most mortals have forgotten their history, their lore and collective knowledge passed down throughout the generations: Why their ancestors used to place lines of salt in front of the door and windows, why the elders always suggested to the braver, recklessly youthful family members to carry iron whenever they ventured through the wild.

Outer beings were repelled by salt and iron. No one really had an idea why fae, angels and demons weren’t fond of salt or iron and there's been plenty of arguing about the subject but all in all the fact remained they did not do well when faced with either.

That was the main reason Finnrick didn’t find himself in the north side of town often.

Well that and the zealous Gate Keepers. Those guys were freaks but between them and the Salt-Irons being the only supernatural community up here, Finn never got a case from the area.

Until today.

The Salt-Irons were great at protecting you from any outside threats that wished you ill will: It didn’t protect you from anything you decided to bring in with you.

It was five in the morning when Finnrick got the call. The M.R.R.D representative didn’t have much to offer beyond the address and floor but he thanked her all the same.

Finnrick yawned tiredly, stretching the tension out of his neck while he sipped his coffee. He let out a sigh of relief as the sun slowly rose into the sky.

The Salt-Irons was a twelve story tall building painted a ghastly pale green that made Finnrick sick just looking at it.

“People are paying how much to live in that shade? I’d ask for discount if I were them.” Finnrick laughing to himself, making his way into the apartment complex.

Luckily the interior was much nicer than the outside: Everything was well kept and cleaned. Not a single speck of dust in sight and the wooden stairs didn’t creak when Finnrick placed his foot on them.

Which was good given Finnrick needed to go up seven flights of stairs.

Finnrick wheezed a little, wiping the sweat from his brow when he reached the seventh floor. He glanced down the hall one way then the other as he began to search for room 707 which basic deductive reasoning suggested should be around the corner.

Finnrick crushed the empty foam cup and tucked it into his coat pocket as he made his way to 707. It was a simple wooden door and immaculately spotless just like the rest of the place. He rose his hand and gently rapped on the door.

No response.

He frowned, checking if he was still alone in the empty hallway and rose his hand towards the door frame.

His eyes glowed with a blue energy as he whispered softly “Revelis”

The door gleamed with a bluish hue for a moment before fading away without a trace.

No protective spells laced over the frame so the only thing Finn had to worry about now if it was locked.

He tried the knob, unsurprised when it swung open silently.

“It’s not breaking and entering if someone’s expecting you” Finnrick justified to himself as he pushed the door in.

He nearly staggered backwards: The air tasted thick and foul like something had been left rotting inside. His skin prickled with anxiety, a chill running down his spine with each step he took further in.

Finnrick took deep, calming breathes while doing his best to ignore the bitter taste that seem to cling the air within.

He noticed the trail of footsteps, perfectly preserved in what appeared to be black dust leading deeper into the living room.

“Hey da! You here?” Finnrick called out, carefully stepping closer “You and ma still married?”

There was a deep grunt of acknowledgment before a voice responded “Sorry son, we’re divorced now. She got custody of you.”

“Well fuck. I guess I’m going to be eating kale and poorly cooked spinach for the rest of my life.”

Garrus Valka was not in fact Finnrick’s father, adoptive or otherwise. He was actually one of the highest ranked officers of the Magical Rapid Response Department: An elf clocking in at 200 years old with richly tanned skin. His bluish gray hair was slicked back in his preferred style. Garrus’s had his back turned to the detective but Finn knew his sliverish gray eyes were deep in concentration as he took down notes about the surroundings. His beautifully inhuman features were marred with a scar on the right side of his face: burnt skin on his cheek, healed by time and various surgeries. An old war wound though Finn never got the full story.

He was dressed in typical M.R.R.D fashion: Dark blue windbreaker, jeans and a blue shirt with the words “Powered by coffee and spite” splashed across the front. His Winchester rifle was slung across his back, ready for any action that may befall the elf.

“Drift.” Garrus greeted teasingly while offering a hand.

Finnrick gave it a playful shake “Da. So is mom here or she trying to smite pigeons again?”

“THEY TRIED TO STEAL MY HOTDOG!” Garrus’s partner Eden screamed from another room “I SHALL BRING MY GOD’S WRATH UPON THEM!”

“You know when they mean justice.” Finnrick called out “I don’t think they mean against winged rats.”

Eden chuckled darkly “You know not their sins.”

“Okay.” Finnrick nodded despite the fact she couldn’t see him “If you say so. What happened Da? Aside powerful necromancy.”

“Powerful necromancy” Garrus replied cheekily “and missing persons.”

Finnrick rose an eyebrow “Persons? More than one?”

“Two: A father and son. Richard Charles and his son Richard Jr. Recluses it seems. Neighbors hardly saw them. Mostly kept to themselves.”

Finnrick pursed his lips thoughtfully “Any magical abilities?”

“They’re not on records if that’s what you mean.” Garrus answered “Never signed up in the academy, not registered with The Council. If they were practitioners they didn’t tell anyone.”

“So what was the spell? I just smell the remnants of spookiness.”

“Hadn’t noticed the rest of the room huh?”

Finnrick frowned before finally getting a good look at the rest of the room: Every inch of the apartment was blanketed with the same black dust that he found in the entrance way. Inches and inches of the substance and that wasn’t the strangest part.

Everything was bent at different and odd angles: chair with crooked legs, the wall clock warped and twisted, the fridge leaning like someone folded it in half. Floorboard reached for the sky and walls split inward.

There was a common misconception about magic. Most people thought spell casters, especially wizards, could command reality to their wills. That magic was capable of impossible feats and it was as simple as snapping your fingers.

The truth was all magic, ranging from divinity to free range nature, was performed on a micro scale. Practitioners did not alter reality but rather shortcut it. Throwing fireballs was as simple as rapidly heating the air until it combusted. Turning invisible was less about vanishing completely as it was bending the light around you to not be seen. Magic was rooted in reality and imagination. If you had the magical strength to perform the magic, the magic often followed your lead.

Of course there were spells that required much more than magical hand and willpower. Powerful magic, like summoning outer beings or raising an army of zombies, required both time and materials. Magic was like any other energy: you needed enough of it to perform what you wanted. The human body could only generate so much magic without dying and resting was necessary to replace any expended in the use of spells. Materials were guidelines for the spell. Feathers for anything with flight, ash for fireballs etc etc.

The other thing needed was to gather energy and store it for the spell’s use. There were different ways to achieve this: Wands, talismans, potions were basically magic soups. The most efficient way to gather energy was the wizards preferred way: Circles.

Finnrick eyed the room closely this time, murmuring under his breath about angles and trajectory. Garrus paid him no mind, well familiar with the private investigators methods.

“If this went like that” he gestured to the wall clock “and that went here.”

Finnrick glanced about, carefully walking about as if worried he was going to step on a landmine.

“Here.” Finnrick found himself staring at a spot in the middle of the room “Ventus.”

He gestured with a hand and light breeze filled the room. It brushed away some of the dust covering floor, revealing the outline of a half melted metal ring.

“What is it?” Garrus turned curiously

“Spell circle. The source of the explosion. I’m willing to bet it’s custom made. Copper, steel. Maybe some bits of tin couldn’t stand the surge.”

“No iron or sliver?”

Finnrick shook his head “That’s for containing or repelling monsters. Necromancy is more about drawing in the evil entities. Or sucking out life.”

Garrus sighed tiredly “Don’t touch?”

“Only if you want to live to see retirement. Might have some pent up magic ready to blow outwards.”

“Understood. I’ll call in our guys. I’ll let you know if something comes up.”

Finn nodded gratefully while pulling out a vial and motioning to the elf “Mind if I do?”

“Be my guest, you might find something we’d miss.”

Finnrick smiled gratefully before scooping up some of the dust and sealing it within the vial.

“Take care Garrus, stop fighting birds Ma!”

“Flying rats!”

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The cafe was lively despite being early but that was no surprise given it was Mother’s. Mother’s was the single best food establishment in all Newton Haven and if anyone disagreed, they were allowed to have their opinions.

They were also allowed to be wrong.

Finnrick paused in the doorway, breathing in the scent of well cooked eggs and sweet lemonade. The pop and sizzle of heated grease brought a sense of comfort to the hard working private investigator.

“Finny Drift!” Maddie Copperstone called from behind the counter “How’s my favorite customer holding up?”

Maddie was 40 years young with tastefully curled dark brown hair. Human, little on the short side but fierce. She wore a simple red blouse and jeans, both stained with flour that the apron around her waist did not prevent.

Finnrick bounced over cheerfully, reaching over the counter to give the matron the biggest hug he could muster “I’m good Maddie. Working a case.”

Maddie’s brown eyes searched his face carefully “You always working Finny. You resting as much?”

“Scout’s honor.”

Maddie let out a disbelieving chuckle “You weren’t ever a Scout.”

“Honorary scout after I stopped that bear from eating them.”

“Thought it was a giant raccoon.”

“Yes but people don’t take giant raccoon seriously. He here?”

Maddie clicked her tongue disappointingly but motioned to the booth at the far end of the establishment “Rest.”

Finnrick rose his hand in surrender “After.”

“Never you mean!” Maddie shouted after him.

Amos Frye hadn’t changed much since last he was roaming around Finnrick’s neck of the woods: Handsome with soft gray eyes that reminded Finn of gathering storm clouds. His long black hair was tied in a messy bun held up by a golden pin, a braided strand hung loosely near his face. His beard was much shorter than what Finnrick remembered though he noted the unkempt split ends indicated that Amos hadn’t trimmed it in a few weeks. His iconic dark red sleeveless jerkin and black jean combination would look ridiculous on a lesser man but had allowed the monster hunter to show off his muscular frame. His brown skin was a bit more pale than usual so no doubt Amos had been operating at night lately.

“Finnrick, you cheeky bastard! I am so glad you came!” Amos beamed happily, his various bangles and bracelets clinking together in equally joyous celebration as the two shook hands.

“Amos! Happy to see you.” Finn beamed brightly as he slid into the booth across his old friend “Why though? Family trouble?”

Amos’s joyfully gleam turned dark for a moment.

“No. Have you…?”

Finnrick shook his head quickly “Not a word. Sorry, I hadn’t meant to…”

Amos waved the apology away “No worries cuz. I understand why you’d think that. Coming across the pond isn’t a spur of the moment thing and Os has always been the black sheep of the family. I suppose no news is good news.”

“Right.” Finnrick cleared his throat awkwardly “So what’s the trouble? I doubt you’d call me up for a nip and chat.”

“Rightly so.” Amos confirmed, reaching into the bag at his side and pulling out a folder “Hunting business as usual cuz.”

That made sense: Amos was the latest of a long family whose specialized business was monster hunting. The Fryes had been striking at things that went bump in the night for centuries ever since the first Frye defended the folk of some underground society.

Amos was an average wizard if Finnrick was being generous. That was not a slight against his old friend, it was a matter of fact: Amos spent most of his time honing the physical aspects of his profession which was obvious given the size of his arms. Any spells he knew were purely for defensive or preventive measures so he often communicated with Finnrick for higher quality and complex spellwork.

Finnrick took the folder from Amos and began pouring over its contents.

Most were quickly scrawled notes Amos had noticed about his quarry: Long sliver hairs, canine in nature. Large paw prints found in the areas it had been sighted, far too big to any natural wolf. Wulfvur and werewolf were hastily written and as quickly crossed out. A pattern of hanging out in wild areas, often forests and swamps.

There were pictures too: flashes of sliver, blurs of fangs and muzzles darting in and out of camera frame. It was always a distance away, sprinting deeper into the wildness. It was hard to tell from the photos but Finn guessed it might’ve been 10 feet tall at the very least.

“Why we hunting wolves now?” Finnrick asked curiously.

Amos flagged down the waitress “Contract given to my pa. It was hanging around the marsh lands of the jolly old isles. Someone wanted it gone.”

Something wasn’t clicking with Finn “and you followed it here? From England?”

“Nah cuz” Amos gave a cheeky grin “I tackled it through a portal and found I illegally crossed into America.”

“Ah.” Finnrick nodded in understanding “Fae.”

“Fae?” Amos frowned thoughtfully “I thought that too but I never heard of any snarling wolfie breaking into homes and snatching out wee younglings in them old folktales.”

“Fae are weird.” Finnrick shrugged “Their whole shtick is not making any sense. I had to expel a cat the size of a bus once. Double decker tall.”

Amos whistled in appreciation as he scratched his bread “So fae. Slippy fellow as you can tell. Whatcha recommend?”

“What’s the contract?”

“Banishment. It’s looking like wolfie ended up in the wrong part of town.”

“I think you mean next town over. Fixed a pattern yet?”

“Not yet but I wasn’t looking for one.” Amos admitted “Thought I was tracking some mutant. Fae changes a lot. Magical circles?”

“Easiest way to catch it.” Finnrick agreed “Sliver for sure. Iron would hurt it and based on your files, it hasn’t done anything than thin the local wildlife population. No need to anger mister big bad wolf.”

“Good call. I got some talent to handle a few circles but tracking is not really my speed.”

“I’m on a case but if you swing by the M.R.R.D, maybe they’ll loan you a wizard.”

Amos let out a disappointed sigh “I need to take care this sometime this year Finny. Bloody bureaucracy probably set me back a month at least.”

“There’s always Jaime but she’s pretty busy at work.”

“Jaime huh?” Amos smiled mischievously “I haven’t talked to your sister in a long time.”

“I will curse you.” Finnrick playfully threatened “And not no simple hex either. I’ll make you bald.”

Amos gasped dramatically, clutching at his hair protectively “You wouldn’t dare mate.”

“Shinier than the sun.”

“Okay, okay” Amos conceded “I’m kidding. She’s with Casey anyway. Good couple. Cute couple. He still hopelessly selfless and she still trying to fast track her way to power?”

“Yep.”

“You gonna fix that?”

Finnrick shook his head “It’s their lives. Their choices.”

“Idiots.” Amos chuckled “the lot of them.”

“All you need is love?”

“Spoken true the gospel of my land.”

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A few hours later with a brainstorm session completed and a promise to help out the next day, Finnrick left Amos to his work and continued with his own.

It was noon now and as the sun rose high in the sky, Finnrick found himself at the Grimyard.

The Grimyard was the premiere spot for all things magical in Newton Haven: Rows and rows of shops specifically catering to the magic community. The streets were paved with century old cobblestone and the buildings here were various hues of faded brick and mortar. It was easy to get lost in the Grimyard if it was your first time as the Grimyard did not spread out, it stacked downward. Layers upon layers of the Grimyard were actually underground to allow those with issues against the sun to sell their goods and services at all times of the day. Don’t let the dark fool you, anyone with worthy talent or product was here in the Grimyard.

Normally Finnrick would wander around a bit, checking out the various businesses and protective wards around the mile long patch of land but he was on the clock and the sooner he began to figure out what was going on, the sooner he could stop it.

Luckily for him, his destination was right here on the top floor of the marketplace. Specifically furthest back corner.

Knightly Ore was ran by the Knight family. Originally they only sold rare metals and ores which were necessary components for some of the more complicated magicks. At some point the owners expanded into selling more alchemical materials and eventually brewing potions, salves and such for a fee.

Despite decent business, it was the most rundown building in this part of the Grimyard: Broken window shudders with the paint faded down to the original shade when the business first opened decades ago. The humble black door was crooked and creaked whenever it moved

Finnrick knew the owners fairly well but here wasn’t here for them. He was here to see their son.

He pushed past the building, ducking into the alley that led to the lot directly behind the shop.

“Halt!” A voice called out “Who seeks the Brewmaster of the Grimyard?”

“It is I, Finnrick the detective. I got money and I need work done”

The Brewmaster was Theodore Knight, an incredibly talented alchemist who didn’t have the same opportunities Finnrick did: He was pretty tall for his age (14 or 15, Finnrick lost track once or twice) but clearly a teenager given his short lavender hair had a few strands dyed red. His eyes were an unnatural pale blue, paler than the blue of the sky. He wore the usual attire Finn often found him in: A sleeveless dark blue hoodie with a fist sized red gem clasped in front just under his neck and a lighter shade blue t-shirt. He wore black finger-less gloves gripping his brown messenger bag slung around his shoulder. A matching brown pouch hung around the waist of his gray cargo shorts and his brown boots were kept clean despite his place of business was in an alley behind his parents shop.

Theo jumped out from a hidden shadowy corner of the lot “Finn, whatcha got for me now?”

Finnrick reached into his pocket, showing the eager teen the vial that held blacken dust within.

“That’s it?” Theo scoffed, rolling his eyes “I was expecting something…...cooler.”

He took the vial and raised it to the sun. Theo gave it a rough shake and watched it carefully for any properties the strange substance would display.

Theo frowned, clearly unsatisfied by what he saw “You brought me ash? Plain ash? It’s your money but even I think it’s a waste.”

“It’s ash?”

Theo shot the detective a look that screamed how obvious it should’ve been “Yes, ash. Thicker than what I’ve seen but ash all the same.”

Finnrick bit his cheek thoughtfully.

“Look Finn, you know my rates. I dunno what you want me to do but standard fees apply.”

“I’ll paying double.”

The Brewmaster’s eyes narrowed suspiciously “Double for ash? What’s so special about it?”

“Oh nothing." Finnrick pretended to look disinterested “Aside it was taken directly from a crime scene: Necromancy and cast via a half melted spell circle.”

It took Theo a minute to allow the implications of what Finnrick said to sink in. His eyes shifted from suspicion to wild excitement.

“Really?!” Theo clutched the vial like it was his first born child “Necromancy really doesn’t like many alchemy processes. It’s not going to be easy for me.”

“I know right?” Finnrick grinned impishly “It’s almost like I’m going to have to pay double for it.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to….” Theo pouted unhappily “Ha freaking ha. Okay smart guy, pay up.”

Finnrick handed over 50 gold. Theo took it eagerly, his eyes lightening up with glee.

Theo paused for a moment, his face turning oddly serious for a teenager.

“It might take me awhile depending on what you want.”

“I want to know what’s in it. Necromancy requires specific ingredients. After that it’ll be easier to track the seller.”

“And the buyer!” Theo blurted out excitedly “Smart.”

Finnrick ruffled his hair playfully “I wish I thought of it. You keep this up and you’re going to run me out of business.”

“I’ll text you when I have something.”

“Pleasure as always Theo.”

“It’s Brewmaster.”

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It was 2 in the afternoon when Finnrick made his way back to the Salt-Iron. He stood outside the complex, tossing the remains of his pizza into his waiting maw and crumpling the can of soda he was drinking before tucking into his coat pocket.

“What’s this?” Finnrick asked, utterly confused by the crushed foam cup he pulled from within “Oh right my coffee. I’ve been really at today.”

Finnrick wiped his hands clean and made his way inside the Salt-Iron once more, mulling over the details of the case as he ascended up the stairway.

Blacken ash cast by a spell circle. Both father and son missing with no indication where they went too. Recluses and rarely seen. Necromancy within a threshold.

It was hard to tell how deeply the father and son were involved in spell. Someone who had access to the apartment was behind it no doubt. Spell circles were the most consistent way to cast magic but they took time to build, set and channel energy. You didn’t build a spell circle without knowing exactly what you plan to do with it.

The nature of the magic was also a mystery: Dark magic had various applications and not a single one was good. Finnrick hadn’t much experience with that branch of magic but there was nothing logical about the aftereffects: Ash spread throughout the apartment, clinging to everything like a second skin. There was no signs of an outward blast given that nothing bent in the same direction. Everything in that room decided to twist in whatever wayit felt like. If the spell was supposed to draw in something then chair legs and wall tiles would’ve been pulled directly towards the circle.

“Curiouser and curiouser Alice” Finnrick spoke to no one in particular.

He was on the fifth floor when he noticed something odd.

Finnrick raised an eyebrow as the skies outside the window darken, black and stormy.

A thunderstorm it seems.

Finnrick peered out the window, glancing upwards to see what was going on.

Dark clouds swirled directly overhead. Rain began to lightly drizzle as the skies boomed. Thunder and a moment later lightning trailing across the gathering storm.

A thunderstorm that formed directly above this building.

Without warning.

“Well that’s not ominous.”

Finnrick made the mistake of leaning closer to the window, peering around to see if he could see where exactly the storm was coming from when it happened.

“Watch out below!”

Finnrick noticed three things in that moment: First, was of course, someone shouting to watch out below. Second was the distant sound of claws scratching something wooden, the walls perhaps. Lastly was the thudding of something falling down quickly and towards him.

Finnrick rose his hand, pivoting on his heels in time to see something crash into him.

It wasn’t much of a contest: Both Finnrick and whatever slammed into him broke through the fifth story window and went sprawling into a freefall.

#My story #Mirror's Edge #Original Work #original story

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ask19thcentury-doctorgilbert · 3 years

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Hey there! I thought I’d answer this ooc because Gilbert would never give a straight answer to these questions and after last night’s post I’m really down to talk more in depth about the doc’s mental health.

But before I dive into that, I just wanted to say thank you? I’m really glad to know that you think I do a good job at handling the portrayal of his mental health struggles, that really means a lot and is one of the best compliments I’ve been given ;v; I try to be as realistic and sensitive as I can and I’m glad to know that it pays off!

Alright, onto some headcanon rambling. Fair warning, this post is long and I go off into several tangents sdjjkds

Trigger warnings for the content below: depression, anxiety, suicide, childhood neglect / abuse, self-harm, and bad coping habits.

There’s at least 6 points in Gil’s life wherein his mental health was at its worst: the death of his father, the majority of his duchy years, frederick’s death, the napoleonic era, the entire stretch of the gdr era, and those years between the fall of the wall and him leaving to go to university in Zurich. I can write an entire post about each of those times, but for the sake of answering these asks, I’ll be focusing mainly on the first point and his crusader years.

To answer the first question, I think Gilbert’s first major depressive episode happened when he was a child after his adoptive father, Otmar Beilschmidt, died. He was a constant, comforting presence in the boy’s early life; someone he knew he can depend on and turn to if things ever got too scary or overwhelming. Even after he got ‘turned’ into a representative and the heads of the Order formally took him in, little Gisil still kept being stuck to his father’s hip. And Otmar, as unsettled as he was to find out that his son was suddenly some kind of miracle child, did his best to come to terms with it and help his son cope with his new nature too.

(Slightly off topic side note but I always had the idea that Otmar never really got over reacting with shock whenever he witnessed anything that confirmed that his son wasn’t fully human anymore, like watching a small scratch stitch itself back together. Gisil, being a perceptive and sensitive child, would catch on to that quick and I’m 100% sure he’s asked his father if he was afraid of him before. To which I’m sure Otmar told a half-truth and said that no, he wasn’t afraid of him --- After all, how could he be afraid of someone that God created to bring some good into the world?)

Either way, the sudden loss of that steady, dependable figure in his life really knocked Gisil’s world out of balance and triggered his first major depressive episode. He wouldn’t eat much at mealtimes and found it hard to sleep at night which would then translate into the kid being far more irritable and restless than usual during the day; prone to tantrums and crying if something didn’t go his way. But instead of someone sitting down and trying to understand why he was acting out, he was chastised for acting the way he did; told that he was allowed to grieve his father, but he had to be more mature about it and behave better. Not wanting to disappoint the adults who would be looking after him now, Gisil taught himself how to swallow back the hurt and put a lid on it. It didn’t make him hurt any less, in fact it may have started to translate into physical symptoms like a mildly upset stomach or a headache, but it didn’t bother anyone and his new parental figures seemed to approve so he just came to accept that it must be the right thing to do.

While he eventually got over the worst of the pain relating to his father’s death (or at least learned how to stuff it far enough in the back of his mind that he could pay it no mind) those symptoms continued to quietly haunt him. Mikael was prone to having trouble sleeping in the night (and he often passes the time by practising his writing, or sometimes he’ll get up and sneak out of the sleeping quarters to just sit in the chapel. sometimes praying, sometimes just sitting quietly and hoping that the silence and the coolness coming from the stone walls would somehow lull him to sleep) and to having days where he acts more hot-headed and impulsive than usual.

The disconnect between desperately wanting to be the ‘good’ person he believes he was created to be and some of the awful things the Order has done to do ‘good’ in the name of God also feeds into that depression and anxiety, especially when he keeps bottling it up because he really has no one to talk to about these things and because that’s what he’s used to doing. This internal conflict will eventually bubble over in his Duchy years, a period of time where Gilbert’s whole mental and emotional well-being was incredibly fragile. (If you wanna read more about what happened during that time, I have an old post about it here. Trigger and content warnings are at the very beginning!)

As for the second question, I think it’s safe to say Gilbert was messed up by essentially being a child soldier. Physical damage doesn’t stay long but the mental/emotional damage was extensive.

Even if his first depressive episode was triggered by his father’s death, the things he saw and experienced during his time as the representative of the Teutonic Order, definitely helped to make things worse. All the bad habits and symptoms he experienced in his youth continue to haunt him until adulthood. Gilbert would still rather brush someone’s concern off with an ‘I’m fine’ coupled with a reassuring smile than risk bothering them with whatever he’s dealing with. Since staying with Konrad and Reiner (who have their own struggles that deserve its own post) he’s learned to open up a little more with enough prompting, but he’d still much rather keep his problems to himself. He still regularly struggles with insomnia that gets worse when he finds himself in a slump, which then translates to frustration, irritability, and a tendency to neglect self care like forgetting to eat. He’s struggled with suicidal thoughts before and has made an attempt on two occasions: once in his Duchy years, the other right after the Napoleonic Era came to a close.

I think another thing that really added fuel to the fire is just the nature of Gil’s existence? Like most nations in his generation have had the chance to just roam around being children in their childhood, some might have even been cared for by the ancients, but he’s never had any of that? He had 10 years of it as a regular human child and then another 8 years after he was ‘turned’ of simply tending to sick and injured pilgrims. He had only 18 years of relative normalcy before he was thrown into a life of constant war, made out to be some holy figurehead, while I feel like most others had much longer. His ability to compartmentalize, to separate the self from the nation, was lacking compared to others in his cohort because he was just so young, physically and in nation years, when he was thrown into the mess. He’s a child nation who’s still young enough to remember his life as a human, to remember what it’s like to think and feel and to fear like a human and I think that messed with his ability to cope. Templar and Hospitaller might be the only ones who can understand what that was like since I think they were thrown into the fire relatively quickly after they were turned as young kids, but Ezekiel is far away and Sanson... Well, we all know what happened to poor Sanson.

The good news is, in the modern day, he is doing so much better since he started regularly meeting with a therapist and getting on the right medication regimen. It took him a while to really accept the fact that he needs help, even if logically he knew this was the right thing to do. There are still bad days but the genuinely good days far outnumber them now and that’s worth the uphill climb that is trying to sort out his issues.

#answered #[ headcanon ]#aph prussia #hws prussia #gilbert beilschmidt #depression tw //#anxiety tw //#suicide tw //#self harm tw //#childhood neglect tw //#gilbert looks put together on the outside but #he's really that image of the china cabinet with all the dishes pressed against the door #and if you open it everything's just gonna come crashing down #but he tries to do better #and tries his goddamn best not to repeat the bad parts of his upbringing #when it comes to raising his boy #in fact he tried so hard that he messed it up BUT #thats a conversation for another day

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 2 years

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if you don't mind explaining, I'd personally like to hear about Avian beliefs

I’m like deeply upset because I began working on this and it didn’t save. And there’s like a lot to say. Damnit.

Anyways.

The Avian Gods (Also titled the Old Gods for fancy reasons)

I’m only doing the main five, because fucking hell there’s loads. Also like they’re the only ones I’ve given names so far… so…. Shhhh

Haton, The God of Fertility, Animals and Health.

Haton is one of the most worshipped gods, because he’s awfully useful. Fertility for crops, and healthy babies, as well as more livestock. Animals for food. Health is just a general thing people like to have, y’know. However, besides those three things, he’s also classified as both a war god and a love god. He’s a Jack of all Trades type.

He is said to have a range of abilities, including healing the sick, bringing back the newly deceased, speaking to animals, manipulating plants and have everyone love him. That’s not a joke. One of his powers is that people are naturally more inclined to love him than they are hate him, and people often start off very interested in him when they first meet. He’s also really unlikeable sometimes so he’s lucky he’s got that power or he’d have no friends.

He is usually depicted as tall (especially by avian standards) with dark hair, golden eyes and a very pretty face.

In all depictions of him, a dragon can be seen behind him. It was believed that he would send down a dragon to help people win wars and stuff. But dragons still aren’t real.

Bytrix, The goddess of Blood, Nightfall and War.

She’s surprisingly not that scary. She’s often worshipped during times of war, or when people have petty feuds that they wish to end with the unfortunate demise of the other, however she is also worshipped often during the summer, where the days are far too long and people beg for night, or during the winter when there is too much night.

She has a range of abilities, including the ability to manipulate blood, curse people, start wars and cast an area of land in complete darkness. Unlike Haton, people often fear her when they first meet her due to the cruelty she has displayed in the past, however she is actually quite nice.

She is often shown to have pure black hair and eyes, matching the black robes she wears. She’s tall and thin, and has a very pretty face.

She’s usually depicted wearing wolf furs, or being accompanied by wolves, as she is the patron god of wolves. So.

Paasis, the goddess of Travellers, Thunder and Song

Paasis is another highly worshipped god, after all she is one of the main five. She’s usually only worshipped by bards and travellers however, but as they are abundant in Ru’aun, especially back in the days of Avians, she had a lot of followers. She was thought to bless travellers with safe voyages, give thunder as a warning of bad weather and be the origin of music.

Her rumoured powers include probability manipulation, weather manipulation, luck manipulation, and the ability to hypnotise and lure people in with her song. Sounds like someone got a bit close to a siren to me, but who am I to say anything?

She’s shown to be average height (for an avian. So. Short) with curly brown hair usually tied up into a pony tail and dark brown eyes. She is rather chubby and has a baby face.

Her animals are snakes. Because there’s a whole tale about them. It’s hard to explain.

Daarae, God of Jokes, Riches and Autumn.

Daarae is worshipped by everyone for obvious reasons. Especially Travellers, Bards and Jesters.

He is said to be able to intoxicate people with his mere presence, and make even the goddess Bytrix laugh. He can also bless anyone with riches and bring about the affects of autumn with ease.

He’s never seen in a painting, or tapestry, or anything, without Bytrix there also. Some tales have them in love, some say that she is there to balance him out. No one really knows for sure.

He’s the one rumoured to have created the Meif’wa. Because he can actually do that. And that was probably also his motivation to make them. Because he can.

He’s always depicted the same way. Dark hair, bright purple eyes and scars hidden by his robes.

He is the patron god of Lizards because they’re his favourite.

Ieus, god of Change, Disease and Death.

Almost all tales and drawings of him are completely different, however one this remains the same in all depictions. He’s a whore. But that’s okay he’s a god they’re all rather slutty. Especially Haton but we don’t need to get into that today.

And that’s it. There’s obviously a lot more detail I could go into, and I would, but I just woke up, I can’t save this post to my drafts to finish off later and honestly I can’t be bothered. So this is what you get for now.

#aphmau #aphverse #rewrite #minecraft diaries #mcd

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hamphobicbasil · 3 years

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Could u elaborate about the dsmp story being bad? Not a rabid/brain dead fan, just genuinely curious and I enjoy reading people's rants lolol

oh you dont know the floodgates you just opened

a few things:

1. despite not liking the creators of the dsmp anymore, I don't actually hate most of them. [the ones that are particularly unsavory fall outside of this of course] so all that I'm saying i truly mean in a critical sense towards the story, its also just all purely my opinion as someone who enjoys fictional and fantasy stories and who like criticizing works to see what it does well and what it doesn't do well

2. for clarification I'm going to use the c![name] to indicate when I'm talking about the characters. Don't get me wrong, I think its annoying too but its the only way I'm gonna be able to write this thing without getting something across the wrong way yknow?

3. I stopped watching the streams after November 16th, [save for one Techno one but I closed out after a particularly bad story beat lol] and so all information coming afterward is all second hand from either me seeing people on twt talk abt it or people dming me. All i really know is up to dream's imprisonment and some stuff past that.

4. This is mostly aimed towards the "main" story, so stuff abt the badlands, eggpire, and whatnot are briefly mentioned.

anyways uh, i'll try to be brief but also include enough information to get why i feel the way i do on some stuff across

A. Performances Alright obviously these people are all streamers, so obviously they might not be the best actors, and hell no one is even asking that of them. However, when you're telling a story that's based on the audio with the visuals kinda coming to a second, it's gotta be pretty strong. I will say, some of the best actors in my opinion are Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo. I would include Ranboo but I never watched any of his story bits or story streams so I can't say much. Wilbur and Tommy are excellent in selling their character's emotions and feelings, when I watch the stream I don't feel like I'm watching an rp but an actual thought-out story yknow? And one of my favorite Tubbo examples was in the Hog Hunt video whenever Techno attacked him, he sounded genuinely afraid and I believed everything his character was feeling.

However, unfortunately, not everyone is gonna be that good. And I'm gonna say it; Dream and Techno have to be the worst out of the entire cast. I understand Techno's whole character is this monotoned badass, however, when really emotional moments hit I feel like he never lets that fall, and a lot of intense moments just ring hollow. And I'm sorry but Dream's attempts at being intimidating leave me laughing whenever I watch them. It feels like he watched that one scene from The Marriage with Adam Driver and Scarlett Johannson and said "Oh this is what good acting looks like! Just yelling." His whole "I don't give a FUCK about Spirit!" speech isn't as great as people keep making it out to be. And whenever he tries to act coy when being a villain it feels like a guy reading the script for the first time, a bit like he's trying too hard. I have more problems with his character but his portrayal certainly doesn't help.

Everyone else is fine, and I don't feel strongly either way about a lot of them.

B. The "Lore" Okay first off, I can't be the only one who thinks it's silly that people are calling the dsmp's story "lore" when it's not, it's the fucking story. Lore indicates backstory to either the world or the characters, which a lot of the streams don't really pertain to. This is a really petty section but god it's a weird pet peeve of mine.

Other than the misusage of "lore" vs "story", the actual lore and world-building of the world are so lackluster that new elements can be introduced whenever and it often feels cluttered or not well thought out at all. And here's the thing, I feel like if the writers sat down just for a few minutes to establish world rules and general history, a lot of this could be solved! but so much is made up on the spot that it starts to feel like they're grabbing at straws to keep people invested, trying to reach that next high and intense story beat without actually earning it.

C. The Egg / Eggpire This is a pretty minor note since I was only invested in the Egg storyline for a little bit, but god it's so underused that it's almost embarrassing. Bad has provided this super interesting antagonistic force that's infecting the SMP, can control people, and who one of our main character is immune to, and it's just never used or even talked about again? Now I understand if he wanted to keep it to a side storyline only, however, to introduce this borderline eldritch creature and force within the world and then never have it dealt with is so weird.

D. The Writing Oh boy this is. kinda a big one. Now I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty obvious I have a bias for the Wilbur writing over the current team [that consisting of Dream, Quackity, and Tommy mostly]. I don't this his writing is perfect by any means, the characters constantly bringing up traitors got obnoxious after a while, and writing Hamilton but in Minecraft really isn't the modern Shakespeare or anything. However, I think his exploration of characters and plot progression was a lot more thought out and well planned, like he actually had two brain cells behind the story yknow? The current team I think fails to be as emotional or even impactful, things happened too fast and my god was everything drowned in angst for so long.

Don't get me wrong, you gotta have your characters face hardships to make them reach their goal believable, but some of the shit they put the characters through just felt like too much. From c!Tubbo's constant comparison to c!Schlatt [who btw, fucking ordered his death and kept him from his friends in a nation he felt trapped in] and on a side note, i kinda really fucking dislike the "c!Schlatt dad!!" au's or the au's where c!Tubbo inherits some of Schlatt's features, it would be like c!Tommy getting a c!Dream mask after his exile, it's feels so weird yet people eat that shit up for some reason.

But god, did c!Tommy get the brunt of it all and in retrospect after his final death, it kinda feels really fucking gross. Now obviously, I'm not trusting any of these people to write decent mental health representation, but c!Tommy's PTSD and how it was explored was just degrading. [Specifically the scene in that one Techno stream where he saw the final control room from the first war, and had a flashback / panic attack where he started calling out for c!Dream. I understand this is an actual thing people with PTSD will experience, but it felt so fucking stereotypical it got on my nerves. I actually had to close out of the stream because it made me feel sick, fiction shouldn't leave you feeling that way.] And don't get me started on how they basically reused the formula from the previous arc. [Problem introduced -> Tensions rise as things start to fall apart -> Big confrontation -> Exile -> Return from Exile -> Blowing up L'Manberg, again.]

And speaking of characters-

E. Character Arcs, or the lack of them In my genuine opinion, some of these characters' arcs are so disappointing. Especially c!Tommy's. I'm not one to believe that he was a "selfish" character or anything, however, his goals were simply set on his discs and maybe c!Tubbo, he didn't have much outside that. However, L'Manberg gave him something to care about, he gave up his discs for it and he fought for it tooth and nail, I think it taught him to open up to others and trust more. It was a great character arc for him to have, seeing him still fight even after his first exile alongside c!Wilbur, to return safely to the nation that he and his found family had built.

But then his second exile happened, and I feel like all of that was undone.

c!Tommy's exile genuinely pisses me off for so many reasons. It's not that characters can't have their low points after reaching a major change or feeling like they've "completed" their arcs or anything, but it's more of the fact that it seems like he's never going to heal that feels like a spit in the face, especially to people who might have had setbacks like that before. Progress isn't linear, sometimes things happen and you get knocked back down, it can take a while to get back up, but I don't think c!Tommy's character is ever going to be allowed to get back up. From c!Dream, who pretty much was a constant abuser in his life, killing him then reviving him, and his still fractured relationship with c!Tubbo, which by the way I have a had time believing they would still be friends after all that happened, it feels like he can never get a win and it's generally kinda a shit way to treat your characters who have been abused. Of course, not all abused characters are going to get happy endings, I'm not trying to dictate that they all should, but c!Tommy deserves one and the fact that it's so obscure feels shitty.

Side note: we still don't have a canon reason to give a shit abt the discs. Like I'm sorry but without some sorta connection to the MacGuffin why should we give a shit about him getting them other than "he wants them lol". Like hell, I would even accept the classic "they were the last gifts from his parents" or something, but we still don't have a reason.

c!Tubbo also lacks a fulfilling arc as well, from someone who started out as a yes man, he has progressed a bit into having his own interests first, but besides that sometimes his character makes me so. depressed. He's easily one of the most pushed around and hated characters within the story, all for being a kid who didn't know what to do and he's in the same vein as c!Tommy; these kids can't get a break. Also, his anti-violence beliefs morphing into the "lets kill c!Techno lol!" bit was so out of place and without proper build-up it was like. what. And now he's building nukes?? god c!Tubbo makes me so sad because he's kicked around constantly and never given a chance to grow.

Another small note, I also don't really enjoy c!Techno at all. Besides the previously stated reasons of lack of emotions when they're really needed, I find his character to be weirdly pretentious. He talks as if he's constantly been betrayed and hurt but I personally, don't see it? Like, I think one of the main examples was the Pogtopia vs. Manberg war, yknow he wanted to end the government but they just reinstated it after they won = c!Techno upset. But this doesn't make sense to me because why did he think otherwise? The entire time c!Tommy had talked about taking back their nation and starting again, so the fact that c!Techno suddenly thought there would be a sudden change is, to put it bluntly, kinda fucking stupid. I don't want to say that he "plays the victim" or anything because that feels a bit harsh, but his character feels so far up his own ass that I can't enjoy him.

I have a major grip with c!Dream as well, but that's getting it's own fucking section.

F. L'Manberg This is a quick note before we get into the, forgive me for this, endgame, of this entire rant, since the next two sections are tied together. But god, L'Manberg makes me upset because it feels like they gave up on it.

Don't get me wrong, I understand that it is supposed to be c!Wilbur's "unfinished symphony", the thing that destroyed a once charismatic and widely loved man, his attempt at power that utterly ruined him. But the fact that it just got blown up in the end after everything and left to rot felt like such a waste of time. From the first war, to Pogtopia, to even c!Tommy's exile, it all felt fucking worthless in the end, and the story is actively closer to how it was when it started now more than ever. I wished it was actually allowed to exist and continue to be a peaceful place in what is a chaotic world, but no it was just snuffed out because why dedicate to this concept of finding others you can band together with and feel safe. fuck that noise apparently?

G. The Villains Now villain-wise, I'm only talking about c!Dream [during the first war], c!Schlatt, and c!Wilbur. And believe it or not, this is actually mostly positive.

Now I'm not gonna lie, c!Dream as a staring antagonist wasn't bad actually, he posed a genuine and threatening opposition to L'Manberg, even if we didn't know his real intentions or motivations as to why he was against it. He's lucky in this sense because he didn't have to be good, he had to be passable. If anything, he felt more like an anti-hero than a tyrant or traditional villain, and my god do I wish he kept this theme going forward.

Now quick disclaimer, I don't like JSchlatt as much as the next guy, he's an adult man who should know better than to joke about some sensitive topics and act the way that he does. But the one thing I'll ever give him is that damn, was he a good actor for his character.

Now here's the thing, c!Schlatt wasn't particularly deep at all. He had no real motivations behind his exile of c!Wilbur and c!Tommy other than getting competition out of the way, had no reason to act the way that he did and yknow? that's fine. The reason why he worked was from his performance alone, he was actually intimidating. When he came onto the stream and was doing his typical bad guy stuff, it was actually intense to see what he would do. Whenever he would almost catch c!Tommy back in Manberg, whenever he would begin to pressure c!Tubbo, it put you on the edge of your seat and it felt like everything would change at the drop of a pen. He's a villain to be a villain, and this works out because he's just charismatic and well put together enough to make it interesting, even without the backstory or motives.

c!Wilbur however, is much more tragic, and the best villain of the story. He essentially was the "mentor turned evil" trope and it felt terrible watching him descend into madness, unable to trust barely anyone except for c!Techno and c!Tommy. Hell, in the end I think he still cared about them both, despite losing everything. Sure, he blew up L'Manberg, but there was still a smidge of the old c!Wilbur in there made everything he did feel melancholic. His death at the hands of his father after achieving his final wish was chilling, and something I still think about.

Until yknow, Ghostbur came back way too soon to let people feel his loss as a character within that world. And then he got revived, pretty much-undoing everything that moment meant for his character lol.

And then there's the worst one:

H. Dream. I'm going to be completely honest, c!Dream is one of the main reasons why I dislike the current dsmp stuff so much. Outside of his actions as a person, the way Dream decided to write his character as this overpowered madman of the dsmp really just. destroyed any intrigue that he could've had. Perhaps this is from my growing dislike towards him, manifesting into a bias towards his character, but god I cannot fathom why people try to insist he's interesting when he has as much depth as a fucking puddle.

And here's the thing, I'm not even entirely against c!Dream being a villain, hell I think he would've been great as an anti-hero if anything. Make him sympathetic but not through c!George to get your precious "DNF" points or anything, but show him actually caring about the people within the dsmp, including c!Tommy and c!Tubbo. This would make his rival status with them just a bit more complicated, sure they're enemies, however, he doesn't want to hurt or kill them, and there's still a level of friendship there that keeps them bonded when things get super bad. This could've been super interesting to see, the first villain of the story receiving a sorta redemption arc then descending into madness as he started to fixate on being a god. This is all how I feel personally, but god do I feel like it would've been better than his current character, and hell would've worked with how he was during the Pogtopia arc, before the war that is. I'm not trying to tell Dream how to write his own character, but there are so many other ways he could've done the madman seeking to become god rather then. whatever the hell we got.

Because instead, we got this power-mad asshole who does things... because he can? And that's one of my major issues: he tries to surround his character in mystery to make him "intriguing" but it's kinda like c!Techno, it comes off as pretentious. Not only that, but you cannot keep waving around this mystery of a backstory without ever actually revealing it. I know the story isn't over, but c!Dream is effectively at his lowest point, now would be the time to reveal his backstory. But no just keep it in the dark and keep everyone guessing, that's totally fun and not at all tiring and annoying. (sarcasm, if anyone needs it)

And back to his performance, he doesn't sell this aloof, cynical and strategic warrior that has perfected the blade or some shit, he comes off as some angry guy yelling on reddit. which i don't need to tell you, isn't intimidating. It feels like he's trying to have c!Schlatt's intimidation combined with c!Wilbur's depth, but instead he's like a little brother who's trying to hard to mimic his older brother and is kinda embarrassing himself.

but other then that i dont feel too strongly abt the dsmp lol

but seriously, these are the main complaints I have abt the story tbh, I could probably talk about more but I wont because man. this is probably gonna get me in trouble if any of the hyper-dsmp fans actually read it.

#wow this is long #txt #anti dsmp #anti dream #dsmp crit #dsmp critical #yeah im tagging it i dont give a shit #dream crit #dream critical #the story is shit yo!

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