#i made it on a whim and i'm kinda torn over it

[treefish]

the interior of this little number right here

[localplaguenurse]

Yk that one tiktok trend where we meet the younger versions of ourselves and we say a few things

What would wifey say if they ever saw their younger self because of a leyline disruption or something.

Me @ the prompt and also the art

Man you got me when I'm trying to put my writing powers to something else and I'm torn between if I want to fully write this out or keep it short and sweet

I'm kinda going off of what I can find on both the genshin wiki and actual articles about ley lines for this but unless I'm reading it wrong, my understanding is they recreate/repeat memories, and I can't find anything really about how interactable these memories are so 1. fuck it, we ball, and 2. if literally anyone knowledgeable about ley lines sees this and I get something wrong, help me

It's a familiar sight at the monastery. The fan shaped leaves, still green, gently rustle as the wind flows through them. Small wildflowers pop up in the grass, adding more colour to the greenery.

Crumpled to their knees, sobbing into bandaged hands, sits a young bride. Their dress is striking silk red, tailored to fit them alone yet it has never felt right on their body. The fear, the anger, and the utter grief over losing all they have ever had radiates off of them like heat from a flame. They were a caretaker once, but after today, they are property, a sacrificial virgin offered up to a god for the protection of their loved ones. Their loved ones who so graciously tossed them at the feet of this god the first chance they saw.

The memory is painful enough as is, but to actually see your younger self in front of you is surreal, and the sight causes a deep visceral dread in your body.

When your youngest son had come to you, pale as a sheet, saying this nonsense about how he saw you crying in the orchard, you almost wanted to laugh. That's impossible, you've been in the courtyard all day catching up with some old friends. Still, that disturbed demeanor, that level of fear and worry in his eyes, is not an expression that can be made up on a whim. No one makes that sort of face unless they have genuinely seen something bad. Regardless of what he truly saw, your son saw something upsetting, and it is your job as his mother to help him.

You sent him away to go eat lunch with the rest of his siblings, promising you will fix it by the time they are done. You walked through the monastery until you had reached the orchard. You walked beneath the towering ginkgo trees, looking around for any sort of intruder. There shouldn't be any monsters about, so what did he see?

Near the very edge of the orchard, you spy the colour red. Your heart rate stutters, but you try to steady yourself as you cautiously approach. With each step, you can hear the faintest of sobbing, and the exact voice, each hiccup and sniffle and cry, it all becomes so familiar. Your mouth fills with saliva, your stomach twists, and your chest feels tighter.

And here you are.

Or is it there you are?

It has been... goodness, almost thirty years since you've been in that exact dress. You have hardly aged since your bond with Morax was put in place, with the only passing of time on your body being the growth of your hair, the fading of scars, and stretchmarks and bit of leftover weight gained from past pregnancies. Still, this young woman is so, so young. They've hardly even begun adulthood, only just having shed their teenage years. Their sobbing is childish, quite literally immature, for they are still practically a child.

The memory of you makes your heart ache for so many reasons. That day was a very upsetting day, and you don't understand what you're doing here. Why are you seeing this memory, this ghost of your past life, despite the fact you are still alive and breathing? Not to mention that this version of you is only a couple years younger than your oldest daughter, and with how your youngest three children all resemble you, it really does feel like you're watching one of your children crying on their wedding day.

What mother wouldn't console their daughter when they're this upset?

You carefully approach, and you sit on the ground next to them. They are still crying when you do. With unease on your mind, you lift a hand up and touch their back. There's warmth in their body, and you can feel silk on your fingertips.

They stop crying when you put your arms around them. You pull them close, cradling their head against your shoulder. You hold them like that, waiting to see if something will happen, like the figure disappearing from your hold, or reality suddenly breaking.

"... You're going to be okay," you whisper, "we're going to be okay."

They're shaking a little as they try to hold in their - your - sobs.

"You have every right to be as angry and as scared as you are," you tell yourself, "it wasn't fair. He's truly wonderful, and loves you so much, but it wasn't fair to you." You run your fingers through your younger self's hair. "He will make it up to you, and you do not have to forgive her for giving you away. I still haven't, and I don't think I will, but what matters most right now is that you will be okay."

"... Thank you."

You let yourself go, and you're gone. You feel tears in your eyes, and you quickly wipe them away. It's... odd. You feel like there's a weight off of your shoulders, despite the fact that this experience should rattle you to your core.

You do not know if they understand who you are. You do not know if what you did will have any affect on them, if they'll remember it or if they'll have been completely reset if you ever see them again. You think you would do it again, though. You think you would tell them all of that over and over again, say the words you wished you had heard that dreadful day.

You take a deep breath, stand up, and head back to the monastery.

[ihopethisendswell]

Scooby Doo trending and my general lack of interest of watching Velma ( I don't even have HBO max) just makes me think of my own version of Scooby Doo. As in the one that just won't leave my brain for the day lol. Things that I just thought of

Daphne and Shaggy friendship real. I mean they already were, but in my head they are literally Besties. They both like rock and heavy metal ( Shaggy's secondary favorite music genre). Daphne likes to tease Shaggy occasionally and Shaggy helps reign her in ( she is generally very level headed but can get a little too over ambitious). I was pretty much thinking how fans treat Elesa and the submas twins lol. Pan-Bi solidarity.

Velma, from how I'm envisioning her,is still snarky and sassy and still the brains of the group. I imagine her having trouble making friends and even emoting well, hence why it took her a while to get used to the gang. Is actually pretty close to Fred, both being major history nerds and gifted kids.

Fred is a loveable goof who also serves as a mechanic for the group. A genuine sweet heart " confused but got spirit" type of guy, was the one that brought everyone together. He tries his best to make everyone comfortable ( ie: When shaggy is panicking, Fred always has on him a pair of headphones and a mixtape of 70's music, which he knows would help calm him down. That and the obligatory Scooby snacks). I think he's really good at math too. English/ Literature not so much.

Daphne, as I mentioned before, is a bit ambitious,and honestly a lot more energetic than how I think her canon counterpart is? She kinda the every girl? The muscle, the talker( next to Fred ), the tech expert( again, next to Fred),and very much the fashionista. Honestly,I said that her and Shaggy are Besties, which is true, but I think it would be interesting if the two were childhood friends of shorts? Anyway, Daphne's forever an optimistic and opportunist. Her love for mysteries isn't as intense as Fred or Velma, but she craves adventure - anything to get away from her stuffy mansion.

Shaggy is kinda the protag? Kinda? I tend to focus on his relationship with the rest of the crew, but whatever. He's pretty much how he's always have been, tbh. He wasn't always the hippy 70's loving guy though. He was pretty much a loner, who didn't see much for himself. Then Scooby came into his life, in which then he heard his first 70's song, and it went from there. Daphne was also there too, and she also helped him open up a little AND give him the make over he deserves. Again. Daphne and Shaggy are Besties. Also he has a hobby in cooking! I figured for someone who loves eating food, why not love making it too.

Scooby is the same character wise: just as scared as Shaggy is, but also just as heroic. The thing I'm torn about is if I should have Scoob be a regular dog who can talk, or a dog with some supernatural shenanigans surrounding him. Either way, Scooby is Shaggy's best bud! Kinda the one that lit up his life, tbh.

Okay that's all. This was on my mind and I needed to share.

Edit: On a whim,I made Shaggy and Daphne :)

I wanted Shaggy's locs to be more in his face than the picrew had. Maybe he dyed the tips blonde too? I dunno. I hope you like them :)

Picrew

Edit 2: I forgot Daphne had purple eyes 💀. Whoops.