#if anyone recognizes me from the discord hi hello!!!

[jazzzzzzhands]

Ok but also I have the cutest idea.

Wally makes a card for Home. Because he loves Home and he puts so much love into it.

And he goes outside and sees Eddie

"Hi Eddie, I have a letter for Mail-in-time's day"

But first he must put it in Home's mailbox and raise the little flag.

Eddie chuckles and gets his mail right away.

Looks at the letter, looks at Wally and looks at Home and promptly puts it back into the mailbox and lowers the little flag

"Easiest delivery I've had today!" And he goes on his merry way.

Wally then gets his mail and walks up to home.

"Home, you've got a letter today"

Home creaks happily.

"I will help you read it!"

Then Wally opens the letter and reads it out loud and shows home all the drawings he drew on the card.

"With love, Wally"

And home is practically weeping in whatever way a Home can cry

And I'm so normal about this and I love themmmmmm

[thedreamworldlibrary]

Magia Chap. 3-Unexplained Magic

So… I’m just on a roll with this fanfic. Prior to it being published I had a bunch of chapters done. This is a fun fanfic to write and I’ve been left and right slamming ideas during my lunch breaks at work, or conversations with the WTDW fanfic discord server.

Big thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader.

Enjoy!

Wiatt groaned as he was woken up by his cell phone ringing. He turned on his side hoping to ignore the phone call and just sleep. It wasn’t long till the phone stopped ringing and Wiatt sighed as he continued to sleep more.

Wiatt’s phone started to ring again, which made him groan. He looked over to see who was calling him and was horrified to learn it was Lewis. Quickly he picked up the phone.

“H-Hello!” Wiatt exclaimed.

“Darling! Finally, I got a hold of you! I’ve called like three times!” Lewis yelled on the other line.

“Crap! Sorry! I was asleep!” Wiatt exclaimed. He now felt bad he ignored the call that woke him up.

“It’s fine darling.” Lewis sighed, “Listen, can you come back to the facility?” He asked.

“Uh…sure why?” Wiatt asked, getting up from bed.

Lewis went quiet before answering, “Something happened last night and Sara wanted me to call you to come back.” He explained.

Speak of the devil, Sara snatched Lewis’s phone and yelled, “And tell him to bring that stupid box with him!” She then slammed the phone back to Lewis, who flinched over her attitude.

“Morning to you too, bitch!” Wiatt yelled back.

“Sorry darling, she’s been pissed about this all night,” Lewis explained. “Just come to the facility as soon as possible, I’ll explain everything.”

Wiatt sighed, “alright,” He said. The two hung up and Wiatt got out of bed, got dressed, and left the hotel he was staying at. He decided to walk there, but on his way walking a car pulled up, Wiatt recognized that car as Eric’s.

“Hey Wiatt. Need a ride?” Eric asked.

Wiatt sighed and nodded going into the car. He heard from Lewis that Eric was a nice man and always cared for his students. Especially the founders, many students, and even teachers said Eric was a dad to everyone.

“Thank you, Eric,” Wiatt said.

“No problem, I was dropping Carly off to hang out with her friends and saw you walking to the facility,” Eric explained. “Did Lewis call you?”

Wiatt nodded, “Yeah he said something happened last night after we went home.” He explained.

Eric sighed, “Lewis called me too. He didn’t say, but he wanted me over there. As a backup.” He explained.

The younger boy sighed knowing Eric was called in case Sara would go off him, and backup was needed if Lewis or Oliver couldn’t stop her.

Once the two made it to the facility, Wiatt quickly got out of the car, went inside the facility, ran to the employee’s only area, and went to the same room where the group met yesterday.

“Darling! You made it!” Lewis exclaimed.

Wiatt scanned the room and saw Sara glaring at him and Oliver looking scared, and from the looks of it barely got an inch of sleep. Heck, the other two founders looked like they barely slept.

“What’s going on?” Wiatt asked.

Lewis was about to speak up, but Sara spoke up and marched over to the smaller boy. “It’s your fault, Nicholson!” She yelled.

Wiatt glared at the female founder, feeling offended. “What are you talking about?”

Sara groaned, “Whatever you did with that box caused Oliver to panic all night!” She yelled pointing at the shy founder.

“How so?” Wiatt snapped back.

“Darlings, darlings.” Lewis said, trying to calm down his best friend and boyfriend. “Please calm down, and talk about this calmly.”

“WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS CALMLY!” Sara and Wiatt yelled at the same time. Lewis stepped back and gulped, knowing this wasn’t calm.

Eric came in and sighed. “Alright. Before anyone takes this too far, can we all just take a deep breath and explain what happened.” He said reassuring Sara and Wiatt.

Sara sighed and calmed down a bit, “alright, last night, the three of us continued our meeting since you interrupted us, Wiatt.” She explained.

Flashback:

7:15 pm at Sara’s apartment, where Oliver sat on the couch watching Sara and Lewis argue again. Oliver tried to speak up and ask what Sara was planning to do with immortality, but every time he tried to speak, he held back.

Luckily, he didn’t have to ask as Lewis brought up the question Oliver wanted to ask 

“Darling, what does immortality have to do with running a children’s entertainment center!?” Lewis asked.

Sara went quiet trying to phrase it right without scaring Oliver or Lewis. “He said he’ll help me and take me step by step on the process.”

Lewis groaned, “Who is this he you haven’t given us a name for this guy!” He yelled.

“How should I know, he never told me his name either!” Sara yelled. Though she did know the name he goes by, Winnie, a defunct animatronic from the facility.

Lewis was just distraught over this. Immortality. Sara is talking to someone without any identity whatsoever. This made him even more frustrated.

Oliver felt uncomfortable with the situation and decided to step out for a bit. “C-Could I go?” He asked, getting up.

“Yes, Oliver!” Sara and Lewis yelled.

Oliver’s eyes widened as he went to the guest room and decided to step back from the constant arguing. He slumped down on the floor, pulled out his phone, and saw his screensaver, which showed the trio being happy and celebrating over winning the competition that started Dreamworld.

He missed those days, where the arguments were all for good fun and it would end in something light-hearted like a pillow fight for example, the days Sara was nice and protective of him, the days the trio would take a break and just hang out when things get stressful.

It almost felt like when his parents were still around and constantly argued with each other and even him at times.

“I wish you two would stop arguing,” Oliver whispered. “I want it to go back to the days when we were happy, when we truly felt like best friends.” He let out a sob, and soon he felt his hands feeling weird.

Oliver looked down in horror seeing green sparks on his hand, and his eyes glowed green. Wanting to get a close-up of what was going on, he put his hand on the switch to turn on the lights.

Soon the electrical appliances started to flicker before shutting off all the power in Sara’s apartment.

“Great! Now what?!” Lewis yelled.

“I-I think it’s a power outage,” Sara replied, calming down.

The two saw a light green glow coming from the guest room and knew Oliver retreated from the argument.

“Oliver,” Lewis spoke up but heard no reply. He knocked on the door. “D-Darling, are you okay?”

Sara sighed and opened the door and to their horror saw Oliver shaking in fear as his eyes glowed green and electricity was flowing through his hands.

“O-Oliver!” Lewis and Sara shouted. The two ran over to the timid boy. Sara tried to grab his hand only to be shocked. She let out a scream as the spark felt painful.

“Sorry. Sorry.” Oliver repeated as he started to cry.

Lewis and Sara looked horrified wondering if Oliver snapped after the constant arguing. Lewis left to get a flashlight and the two sat with Oliver all night.

End of Flashback:

“I don’t know what caused Oliver to behave like that,” Sara said. “However, it took me a while and I believe your box had something to do with it!”

Wiatt sighed and glared, “Okay look. Maybe the box had something to do with it.” He admitted. “However, who was the one throwing and tossing the box around?”

Oliver’s eyes widened as guilt rushed through him. Sara saw her friend feeling hurt and glared at the smaller boy.

“Okay, maybe we had a little fun with the box, but I don’t think that’s why Oliver caused an electrical problem,” Sara explained.

“Do you have an explanation, Sara? Or are you going to keep it hidden like your phone calls?” Wiatt snapped back.

Sara growled, “Do you have an explanation for why you're here? Other than visiting your little boyfriend?” She asked.

“Hey! I haven’t seen Lewis in two years! Could I visit my boyfriend before the opening of your little facility?” 

“You two have been texting for two years straight! Isn’t that enough for you!”

Wiatt clenched his fist glaring at Sara. A light started to flicker in his hands, which Oliver noticed. Not wanting the same thing to happen again, Oliver tried to warn Wiatt. “Uh, Wiatt…”

“Lewis told me everything in our texts, aren’t you two supposed to be a team?” Wiatt asked. “Because this doesn’t look like a team effort.”

“You know what Wiatt Nicholson? You have no right to judge how we run things here! You may be Lewis’s boyfriend, but you’re not a founder and would never be part of the group!” Sara yelled.

Wiatt’s eyes started to glow yellow as a yellow orb appeared from his hands and turned into a shield, and soon it launched at Sara slamming her to the wall.

“Sara!” Lewis, Oliver, and Eric yelled running to her.

Wiatt breathed slowly as he looked at his hands, then back at Sara who was being helped up by the guys. He didn’t mean to hurt Sara, sure he never liked her, but hurting her was way out of line for him.

“Sara, are you ok?” Eric asked.

Sara slowly got up and nodded. She looked up at Wiatt, who looked shocked when he hit her. 

“D-Darling, why did you do that?” Lewis asked.

“I-I don’t know!?” Wiatt stuttered. “That doesn’t fucking happen!”

“It did happen,” Oliver spoke up. “To me.”

Lewis and Sara’s eyes widened as they looked at one another, seeing both Oliver and Wiatt had powers.

Eric was confused, but proposed an idea. “Does this have to do with the box, yesterday?” He asked.

“M-Maybe,” Wiatt answered. 

“Eric, think we could be alone for a bit? Lewis asked.

Eric nodded and left the room hoping the four would work out their issues together.

Lewis and Oliver led Sara to a chair to relax. Wiatt slowly walked over to her but kept his distance. “S-Sara I’m sorry. That was completely by accident!” He explained.

Sara gave a small glare and ignored Wiatt’s apology. “Now do you believe me that it was your box that caused all this?!” She asked.

Wiatt glared, frustrated that Sara ignored his apology. However, she was right, “alright,” He sighed. “It could’ve been the jewelry box I found.”

“Well, glad that you admit it!” Sara replied.

“However, if me and Oliver got weird powers, who's to say you and Lewis have them too.” Wiatt pointed out.

Lewis and Sara’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wiatt’s right, darling. When Wiatt opened that box all of us were affected by the bright light.” He stated. “Then Oliver caused that electrical power surge and Wiatt used a shield to hurt you.”

Sara looked at the two boys who looked worried and sighed, “Look as much as there’s evidence to support it. I feel fine.” She didn’t feel weird at all last night, just angry.

Wiatt remembered he had brought the box with him, and opened it seeing that the gems were still faded. “Well, what about this?”

The Founder Trio looked at the box and saw the gems had faded and not sparkling as before.

“That’s odd. Weren’t they glowing before?” Oliver asked.

“Yeah, but after that I checked up on them and saw they’ve faded,” Wiatt explained.

“Do we have to shake them again?” Sara asked.

Wiatt quickly closed the box and pulled it away. “Let’s not mess with it, please.” He said.

“Okay! Okay! Jeez!” Sara exclaimed, defending herself. However, she needed to show this box to someone, and when Wiatt wasn’t looking she quickly grabbed her phone and took a quick photo of it.

“So what do we do now?” Oliver asked.

“Well,” Sara spoke up. “Since Wiatt started all of this, I guess he’ll be working here.”

“What?!” Wiatt and Lewis shouted at the same time.

“S-Sara, are you sure darling?” Lewis asked.

Sara nodded, “he brought the box, and it’s his punishment for bringing this on us.”

Lewis sighed and looked at Wiatt who looked back at him. As much as he sacrificed his relationship with Wiatt over his job, this was the last thing to happen to him.

On Wiatt’s end, he didn’t want to work at Dreamworld but also wanted to be with Lewis again. Then again this was his fault, even though Sara and Oliver did cause some of it.

“I guess, maybe by working here we could find a way to reverse the effects,” Wiatt said.

Sara smiled, “See, Wiatt can work here, find out what happened to us, and what can fix it.” She exclaimed.

Lewis thought, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt, but where would he work?”

Before Sara could answer her phone rang and she groaned. “I’ll be right back.” She said as she left the office to take the phone call.

Lewis groaned and shook his head, “even at a time like this, she’ll take these stupid phone calls.”

[aita-blorbos]

(Hey, quick note, this is a Relatively Newer OC, if you recognize me from the singular RP I’ve done that wasn’t a quick training moment/light lore build for her, hey hi hello don’t be afraid to approach me in the game’s discord/rp servers and say “I saw you on the judgement blog” I will in fact actually befriend you when I stop screaming lol.)

AITA for allying with corrupt beings because I hate my (reformed body and) life?

Let me get this very, very straight. I (RB,F) have nothing against the common program. I in fact wish to defend them, and my hatred for my home comes from the problematic system of which we are trained on. I’d very much prefer if the defenses were gone in honor of teaching programs to use weapons. I mean no genuine harm towards them, but only the firewalls, of whom have taken me as their own.

I’ll start the actual explanation by saying that when I donated my body to the computer, my expectation was that my body would be shot, and that I had at least attempted to make it clear I didn’t want to be reborn due to the stress it’d cause me. This didn’t get clear enough though, as SOME OF THEM decided it’d be a good idea to make me reborn.

I simply refused to work, to try and give them an easy way out by decommissioning my heart completely (what would be certain death) and using the hull to make a generic unit. They saw me as not a coward, but a terrible person to take my privilege of being reborn, given a second life to defend my computer and waste it. As such, they decided to send me to an entirely different computer.

The computer I was sent to is, to all of our kind, deemed torture, and wouldn’t be okay in most cases, only for the most stubborn to try and change their minds. I wish I would perish each session they had with me, beaten for refusal until worn out in an attempt.

To put the sob story part short, someone who climbed the ranks purely to survive and maybe put an end to the issue visited me and it gave me an idea I followed through with and still follow to this day.

Upon getting home, I proceeded to put on a front around firewalls, but became very relaxed and even counterproductive to the computer’s needs when the others weren’t around. I’ve grown to start teaching my defense skills to others, showing them how to use weapons I would’ve handled for fun in the past. I still train when nobody is around, as seeing a unit with a massive battle axe isn’t the best idea when you’re trying to keep a reputation.

I’ve ended up growing a good reputation around corruptions, and some even hand over allyships. I am starting to believe I may be destined to ally with them and bring unity, but I think I know very well that isn’t the case and I’ll die anyways.

In the end, we all die, myself included, so even if a deal goes bad, I’ll at least have what I want. What I always wanted before being reborn by a bunch of stuck up idiots who don’t listen to anyone.

[keeperofquestions]

Blog Rules (Mobile-Friendly Version)

Hello, my name is Skye (she/her, age 30+) and I’m the mun here. I’ve been RPing for nearly 20 years across fandoms and formats. If you want clarification on any of these rules, please feel free to send me an ask or IM. Rules are subject to change and will always be announced.

Last Revision: 07/10/2024

The Obvious. Respect one another and our characters. I expect we will write with each other and not for each other, not presume anything about each other’s characters, and generally be here for the love of storytelling.

This blog is non-exclusive. I do not require my writing partners to be mutuals with me for interaction, however I do reserve the right to choose who to write/RP with. I often do not follow personal blogs. By that extension, I don’t have exclusives or “mains” when it comes to interacting with canon characters. If you follow back from a blog that isn’t your RP one, please let me know who you are. Mutuals-only blogs: If I follow you (and you’re active) and after a week or so I don’t hear back, I am operating on the presumption that you’re not interested in interacting and I will unfollow. Unless specified or requested, I won’t be blocking anyone, though. If you just don’t get around to it and you follow me later on even after this, I’ll very likely check you out again. There is a non-zero chance I will forget something and refollow someone who I unfollowed through this process at some point. If this happens and you find it annoying, please feel free to block me.

Communication is a must. I’m almost certainly going to be jumping into your IMs on first contact unless you have rules about not using it. Either way, I highly request that we chat a little out of character before the first thread is written so we can hash out dynamics ideas and headcanons to avoid conflicts or confusion. I may not always answer new asks/starters right away if we haven’t done this yet. My IMs are always open. Always. If there’s a question or concern you have about anything, feel free to bring it up- within reason. Criticism is fine, harassment is not. I reserve my discord contact for consistent writing partners if we’ve been writing for a bit feel free to ask.

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No crossovers with other franchises/original settings and lore. I just find them messy to deal with. Phel is meant to exist inside the world and setting of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss entirely. I do accept random asks and commentary from just about anyone, though. If you have a Hellaverse version of another character, I will make an exception to this rule.

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A note on shipping. Phel’s age is vague but his “actual” age will be close to that of a shipping partner if one starts. I don’t personally like large age gaps in ships and this sort of Schrodinger’s DoB was my solution to that. I presume he’s 18 or 19 (in Hell years) at a minimum but can be older. ICly, Phel is extremely hard to actually woo and anyone genuinely interested in him would have to be the one to approach him, but there’s no guarantee he will reciprocate.  OOCly, I don’t often plan ships and prefer muse chemistry develop over the course of a story. Though, I am also okay with one-sided ships and if your character winds up feeling a certain way toward mine (positive or negative) go for it.

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[cornus27florida]

Floriography of the Flower Bouquet that Frederick gives to Gwen during her dinner party (Gwen's dinner party arc)

Hello everyone!

I decided to make this CPC-related post to be quite 'short' and the focused one - This post is blossoming due the simple question in the discord CPC server which as following :

i was wondering if anyone knew what flowers those were!! really curious if they have a meaning in flower language or something that could apply here (look at the top image)

Before going further let me explain first what's "Floriography" means. Floriography is the language of flowers. All flowers hold different meanings (also all flower arrangements is beautiful in their own way! - Saffron), often based on the type of flower, the colour of the flower, or both. And floriography is the art of communicating through different flower types. Once you learn and understand the meaning of flowers, giving flowers as gifts becomes so much more thoughtful as you can convey just how you feel with a bouquet! [taken from this following link : https://www.bloomandwild.com/floriography-language-of-flowers-meaning]

About Flower Arrangement, there's actually a craft study about it which differentiated to western style (the ones that more familiar to mass as it sold in flower shops at orders) and eastern style (which called as Ikebana). The link if want to know more about Ikebana as following:

Ikebana (“living flowers”) is the Japanese art of flower arrangement. It is also known as Kadō (“way of flowers”). The tradition dates back to the 7th century when floral offerings were made at altars. Later, they were placed in the tokonoma (alcove) of a home. In contrast to the western habits of casually placing flowers in a vase, ikebana aims to bring out the inner qualities of flowers and other live materials within certain rules of construction and ultimately – express emotion.

Its materials are living branches, leaves, grasses, and blossoms. Its heart is the beauty resulting from colour combinations, natural shapes, graceful lines, and the meaning latent in the total form of the arrangement. It is a disciplined art form in which the arrangement is a living thing where nature and humanity are brought together. It is steeped in the philosophy of developing closeness with nature. Ikebana is a way of arranging flowers according to ancient principles. Branches and flowers are placed at specific angles to represent ten (heaven), chi (earth), and jin (man). The way they’re placed represents the strength, delicacy, and ephemerality of living flowers. Funnily enough, the word ikebana comes from ‘ikuru’ – to live and ‘hana’ – flowers: literally means ‘living flowers’.

IMHO before analyzing the Flowers, I've theorized (or more in sense, as Headcannon) that Frederick has low sense of flower selection (due to being bullied in the military school with the nickname 'Sunflower', he kinda used to think that Flowers are generally negative/mundane things - hence he never bordered to looks deeper in term of Floriography) so it might that he bought (earlier before the trip, as if it happened mid-trip it will pushed his brothers to do the same=which seem that neither Blaine or Lance do it) or brought (Frederick taking some 'random' Flowers in Plaid Palace royal garden, then preparing them himself to make some nice flower bouquet for Gwen ). Frederick's flower bouquet is accentuated simplicity but also some senses of mysteries in there (identifying+recognizing, determining than searching the floriography of the flowers of his bouquet is challenging but not by means something to disliked.. I LOVE IT!! I am not confident with the answers, but deep down I always love flowers and in my College life - I joined study club where one of the task is to determining plant names)

For myself personally I feel the latter (making the flower bouquet himself) is more in-character to him. He's dumb but has big heart + he know some things about making bouquet from all his experiences preparing party. I think it's not hard to imagine that he also the one that preparing the get-off gifts to the guests by preparing bouquets. So, Frederick probably have no thought about the meaning of the Flowers when making the bouquet but he just make sure the flower bouquet for Gwen will be presented nice. Although to answer the question, I have my own intake which as following!

So.. if I could make the conclusion (is more theory, as I am not 100% sure) - The flowers that Frederick tried to give to Gwen during the dinner party and their meanings :

Angel breath or Baby breath: symbolyzes Innocence

Heather flower: Admiration, Good Luck, Protection powers

(1) The White clusters : probably Heather and Angel breath; Innocence, Admiration, Good luck, Protection powers

(2) The Green clusters - as imho those are not leaves, it looks like some cluster of flower petals : Bells of Ireland ; Great way to ease worries (or own wedding day espc), symbolize luck

(3) The Orange clusters - the hardest one as have many option and need to search the meaning - but if I limited to choose only one then I'll pick Pansy; The word “pansy” is derived from the mid-15th century French word “penser,” which means to think or ponder. The pansy flower meaning can differ according to the color variety. The Orange pansy flower isn’t as common as some other colors, but usually, they are going to symbolize joy, happiness, and optimism. Orange pansies are often used in salads as edible decorations. *hence silly comedy that comes to my mind: Frederick also giving those orange pansy as addition (or garnish) to the salad menu for Gwen's dinner party

So those are all there!

As always if wanna see the full conversation rather than the compiled version, just heads up to the discord https://discord.com/channels/825884625087758347/825884835481911337/1087831356811255938

[vvillcwtree]

hello friends! i'm rae (she/they, 25+, cst). i'm excited to write with everyone! my discord user is available by request as i sometimes really suck at keeping up with ims on tumblr. i am the mun behind yoosu, joaquin, haeoreum and poe right here. you can read poe's profile here or check out his pinterest over here. under the cut you'll find out more about him. if you leave me a like i'll reach out to plot with you. (ps i will do my best to get intros up for everyone else tomorrow).

ABOUT

born in seoul to an american-born mother and a south korean-born father, their relationship truthfully was not a very happy one, they got married quickly and quite young and both regretted it when it became obvious they weren't meant for one another

eventually after several years of trying to make it work for their young son they decided to split ways, with poe's mother returning to america and his father staying in south korea with poe, though poe wanted to go with his mother it was decided the change would be too drastic for him so he would only spend summers and every other winter break with his mother

poe was christened with the nickname poe when he was nine years old by a neighbor boy who thought that "willow" was too boring for an english name. the nickname quickly caught on and although poe barely remembers the neighbor who first called him poe he still uses it to this day

poe eventually decided to attend college in america in order to better bond with step-father and half-brother, ezra, his grades throughout school had always been excellent so once he had a goal to work towards he put his all into maintaining his good grades so he would have a better chance at being accepted overseas

it was honestly a surprise to poe when he was accepted at columbia university with a fairly substantial scholarship but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth he quickly decided to take advantage of the opportunity and moved in with his mother's family while he was attending college

and it was in his mother's home that poe eventually came out as gay it was something that he'd known for a while but in the conservative environment of south korea he didn't think it was safe for him to be out

poe dated a man his first year of university but their relationship was interrupted by poe needing to return to south korea in order to enlist, however, instead of remaining faithful he cheated on poe the entire time that he was in south korea. something that poe painfully found out in person when he returned to do his doctorate

luckily that pain brought him into contact with his eventual husband, avi. poe was absolutely gone for him the moment that they started dating and their marriage in 2019 was one of the high points in poe's life

unfortunately poe found himself returning to south korea once again due to his father's illness as well as a stellar job offer at sunkyunkwan university

PLOT IDEAS

students, poe is a generally laidback professor and many end up taking at least one of his classes. he also acts as an academic advisor for anyone considering taking the literature major.

poe moved back and forth between america and south korea for a lot of his life so it's likely he has friends all over the place. perhaps an old friend from america that he happily stumbled upon again?

bukchon village residents will probably recognize poe as the insane man who likes to go for a run before the sun is even up...he is far too chipper for the time of morning your muse would be seeing him

i'm open to any thoughts you might have too of course!

[goldenimpact]

hELLO IS ANYONE OUT THERE????

OKAY HI hELLO  FIRST OFF I HOPE EVERYONE IS WELL NOW

THAT THE EVIL WHATEVER I AM HAS FALLEN AND GCANT GET UP COMMERCIAL

SOMETHIN SEOMTHIGN DID IT HURT WHEN YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN THE ANSWER IS YES I GOT SHOVES TO THE FLOOR RECENTLY AND THIS FUCKIN BRUISE ISNT FADING FUNNNY HAHA OK PLEASENTRIRSSE ARE DONE

UH IM CATHERINE, MOD-SAN, GOLD, whatever they're callin me nowadays holy shit dude my hands are shakin like crazy

they've had me literally cleaning house PRETTY MUCH AS SOON AS I RECOVERED all work no play makes jack a dull boy thats me IM jack damn it i can't tell if i've eveolved into  a live-in housekeeper or some sort of roomaate and the paymetnt si s that i get to keep my lifeand also i REALLY need to move my keyboard over or get the window to leave the screen cause i can't blind type it just ain't happenin my leg's jitterering like hell BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IS IM ALIVE YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but i have absolutely NO CLUE how ;long THAS gonna last BBUT the great news is that ive finally been able to sit at my dangf computer and and actual;ly TYOOUCH ANFD LOOK AT IT ive practically been buried in all the freezers BUT ANYWAYS GOD MY HANDSA THEY STING SO FUCKING IABAD D ALKl ANYWAYS IM ALIVE IM STILL HERE IM TRYING?????????? TO GET BACK BUT EVERYONE HERE IS UHH NOT GOOD TO PUT IT LIGHTLY ITS TERRIFYIN OVER HERE BUT IM SENDING MY WELL WISHES THAT EVERYONE IS OKAY OVER THERE AND YOU SURVIVED WHETER THE HECK ANGR MY BIG SDIS MUST"VE SBUBJECTED YALL TOO BEACSE SHE IS FUCKING PISSSEEED LATELY IM GENUUNINLY WORRIED FOR OURLIVES LEVEL THERES SO MANY FIGHTS AND COMING-OUT-ABOUT-HER-LEGEND-OF-VIOLENCE STORY AND THE SHOOTIGN REVENTLY AND POINT IS THE LEGAL STUFF MIGHT GET RESOLVED OKAY?????? DADS MAGIC PROTAG POWERS OR WHATER APAPRENTLY HE KNOWS EVREYONE PERSON ON THE PLANET ITS GODDAMN WITCHCARAFT BUT MOMS DROPPIN LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY BBBBBBUYT OTS HER BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK AND WERE GONNA TRY AND TAKE ME OUTSIDE AND SEE IF I EXPLODE IN THE SUNLIGHT SO UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH THANKS FOR EVERYTHIGN I LOVE YOU GUYS ILL TRYT TO FUCKIN REACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ALL A BAJILLION OF THEM APPARENTLY I WAS ONE CRASY AKJSFI KID PLEAASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON MY BI G SIS WAKES UP SOON IF SHE HEARS ME IM GETTTIN IT I HAVE NO FUCKIN IDEA WHATS GOIN ON ON YOUR SIDE CAUSE NO ONE IS SAYIN JACK SHIT BADUM TSSHH BUT I GOT  MY SHIT COMIN AT LIKE 9 AM RIGHT WHEN I TAKE MY VERY MYSTERIOUS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY DO ANYMORE MEDS AND IF I KICIK THE BUCKET AT LEAST I FUCKING STAYED BABY YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ALSO IM NOT DRUNK WE DONT DRINK IN THIS HOUSE EVER BUT I DEFINITYL NEEDS A LIL HELP IN LIKE ANY SORT OF MEANIN NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE FUCKIN REMEMBERS ANYTHING IN ANY SOR TOF WAY FOR ANY SORT OF THING ITS AN ACTUAL I HAVE NO IDEA WHOSE CALLIN OR TOUCHIN SHIT OR WHAT TALL THIS SHTI IS IN THE HOUSE AND FRANKLY IM TERRIFIED CAUSE EVREYONE LEAVES POR PASSES OUT BEFORE I CAN GET A CLEAR ANSWER AND AND ADN COLD WAR INTELLIGENCE WHATHER NEWS STORY OLD POPS HERE IS PUTTIN ON TV ANYWAYS LOVE YOU GUYS STAY SAFE CALL OUT IF YOU SEE ME IN THE WILDS SOMEDAY BUYYEYEEE

WAIT I JUST REMEMBRED BIG SIS IS GONNE DESTROY SHIT SOON SONSONSOON SHIT HSHISTHSHIT OK ANYWAYS ERVYTHIN ONLINE LOOKS OKAY FROM WHERE I CAN SEE IT IN MYSETRUOS VPN LAND AND IM GOIN THROUGH MY COMP RIGHT NOW BUT EVREYON IN OUR HOUSE RECOGNIZES THE DISCORD SYMBOL PROBABLY>>>?????? SO IM TRYIN TO FIND ALL OTHER CONTACTS BUT ITS JUST A BUNCH OF EMAILS DDDDUDE I JUST HAD TO LET YALL KNOW WE'RE ALIEV HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE WELL LOVE YALL EVER IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THAT ASTY SAFE WATCH OUT FOR FUKCING PUNCHES OR SIDESWEEPS AND MY BIG SISSS KILLING BLOW AND THE FCKKGNGI  SWORD ON TOP OF HER BOOKSELG OR THE LITTLE GUN THING IN HER LCOSET WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN IN HER ROOM ANYMROE ANYWASY DONT DIE OUT THERE LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEACE OUT BURY ME UNDER A BLUE SKY WITH ALL MY SHIT IIM HANDING  DOWN WHATEVR THE ITTY BITTY NOT SO BITTY NEICE WANTS LIL PRINCESS LILLY HAACKER SCAMMER HUSTLER SECOND LEGEND OF VIOLENCE IN THE MAKIN IM GONNA FUCKIN PASS OUT I HAVE NO  IDEA OF FUCKIN ANYTHIN THATS HAPPPENIN HERE EVERERR GOD CAN I TALK TO ANYONE THAT ISNT THIS NEIGHBORHOOD THAT THIGNS I HAVE HEARSD ABOUT THE PWOPLE ROUND HERE any ewysbans m y hands are shak in and breakin and crankin love yall stay safe dont fall into a ditch like me ever again mMWAHH TEDDIE IF YOURE OUT I STILL OWE YOU THAT FUCKIN LETTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[astrobei]

This is kind of an odd question, but since you seem to have done it very successfully and I have no clue: How do you make friends online?

I always see people on here talking about their mutuals and about their online friends, and some of that’s def survivorship bias, but I’m guessing I’m not alone in having no clue how to get from recognizing someone’s username to having them be a person I would talk to about a bad day?

Anyway, this continues to be a weird ask so answer it any way you want and no worries if it takes a while, but yeah, with all the posts about you and haven meeting up I am just looking for advice on *how*

Ty so much!

hi hi hi hello!! i’ve actually gotten asks like this before and i’m so sorry 2 everyone who’s sent one bc i’m afraid i don’t have a super concise or helpful way to answer this,,, (but i’ll still try lol)

to be so so honest with you, i got super lucky because i was introduced to a lot of my friends in this fandom through group chats or mutuals’ discord servers that other people have added me to, which i know is kind of a lame answer because being added to gcs/others’ servers is not exactly something u can control … but you are so right in saying that you’re not alone in feeling like this !! i know so many people feel intimidated by the idea of making friends on here especially since there Are so many users i associate as groups and it seems like everyone has Those Friends (me included, i’ll admit) and it’s probably easier said than done because i did get lucky enough to meet a lot of my now-close friends rn through ao3/comments/writers’ gcs way back in the summer or fall 😗 it also definitely takes time to get close to someone in this way, and these friendships are not something that happened overnight, even for me !! i feel like it’s easy to get stressed out by the potential of every new mutual/friend you make being The Friend and that can put a lot of pressure on both you and the other person to be super compatible right off the bat, so on and so forth, which isn’t fair and will probably lead to more disappointment than anything, so i think it’s important to remember that (almost?) no solid friendship goes from 0-100 overnight and it takes time to build trust and emotional connection with anyone!

so i would say . basically . if you’ve stayed this long and all of this rambling that my biggest pieces of advice would be:

1. fr and honestly just go for it. like you said, i know so many people feel the exact same way as you do, so send that mutual you admire an ask or a dm!! every friendship has got to start somewhere so if you see them rb an ask game maybe send something nice or maybe if you see a post that reminds u of them send it to them ! i’ve made a couple of my closest friends because we sent each other asks a lot before moving to dms -> other platforms, or people have just dm’d me directly out of the blue and i was surprised by how well we clicked !! these are maybe lame examples but. u get the idea lol. Just Do It i believe in u 🥳

2. be patient !! i know i already said it before but close friendships, like the ones you’re talking about, rarely happen overnight. even with people i’ve felt a connection with immediately, it’s taken some time for us to really get comfortable with each other and past that awkward stage so it’ll likely take some dedication and commitment to communication on both your parts! something i would like to emphasize: don’t make friends purely out of strong expectations of being Best Friends because, again, this could lead to a lot of disappointment when someone doesn’t live up to expectations you’ve created In Your Head. find people you really click with and genuinely enjoy talking to, and maybe see eventually if they’d want to move from talking through asks to dms to discord/text!

ummmm. i think that’s all i have to say on the topic, hopefully this wasn’t too disappointing to read because again, i’m not too sure how to organize my thoughts on the subject LOL but i’m wishing you all the best and i’m promising u that almost everyone in this community feels the same way !! make the first move/respond when someone maybe makes the first move to you + take it slow + be kind and patient and you will have friends lining up in ur dms to talk to u 🫡much much love !! 🫶🏽

[scripted-downfall]

So I’ve just started watching Supernatural season 11 and I’m about twenty minutes into episode two and I was wondering your take on Sam here. I just passed him praying acknowledging that he is the reason that a lot of people are dying. But he’s also stated, in the previous episode, that he’d do it again in a heartbeat. So I guess I was wondering your thoughts on this? And if you feel like the actions differ from previous ones in that Sam is willing to sacrifice potentially thousands of people just so he doesn’t have to lose Dean. In the past they’ve been willing to sacrifice themselves or hurt demons, but even with saying no to the archangels it was in part to stop a larger amount of casualties. Also I was curious to your opinion on the “cure” angle which felt to me as a way to be like ‘see sam isn’t a bad guy sure he caused this but he doesn’t want to hurt anyone else he wants to help’ even though be doing that more people potentially get infected and die in the process.

Hello, and thanks for the ask! (And idk if you've been here before or not, but welcome regardless!)

The delay in response is largely because I went back and skimmed through the transcripts for episodes 1 and 2 of the season, as well as past conversation with friends, to see what I said then and remember my opinion on this... and damn but I remember all this now and I thank you for the opportunity to respond! I'll probably address your points slightly out of order, if that's okay! (And apologies in advance; this turned out longer than I thought... here's a keep reading :) )

First, re. my general opinions about Sam in these episodes. This section pissed me off when I first watched it. (For reference, I wasn't live-reacting to the show; instead, I would watch the show, then go to Discord and rant at @typicalopposite about all the things that --- positively or negatively --- stuck with me. And ranting about s11 eps 1 and 2 took at least half an hour without her responding, more so if you add in her responses.) Warning for spoilers to the end of episode two; it's been way more than 20 minutes since this ask, so I'm hoping that's not a problem!

For one thing, he ticked me off with his dumb talk about "when did we change, Dean? Since when do we shoot first, ask questions later" with all the zombie apocalypse level shit going down. In zombie film archetypes, he's totally the annoying pacifist who views zombies as people too and then gets people killed as a result. AND hides his injury to the point that he starts turning and could, in theory, end up infecting someone. Yeah, it ends/ended up working out here, but that doesn't make it good logic/decision making, and, in a supernatural contagion like the one they were facing, they should not have tried for the luxury of a cure. Indeed, Sam probably got way more people killed in the meantime than he actually saved. And I'm not sure what he meant by, "I'm gonna do what I do best, Dean," but, whatever was actually meant, I find it immensely amusing that the line was followed by Sam drinking monster blood and then lying about it to his brother. Yes, I recognize that this was not the same as the Ruby situation, but the (probably accidental) implication is interesting.

It also pissed me off that they keep running with this idea of "we broke this." Like, no, false, full-stop, we did not break this. Dean repeatedly said he didn't want you do to what you were doing. NOWHERE did he say he wanted it to happen. He was actually taking steps to not break the whole thing. The only culpability Dean has in the MOC not being dealt with without releasing Amara is that he took that swing at Death (and that only happened because he couldn't kill Sam, or let Death kill Sam). But that wasn't even what removed the Mark? Rowena et al. working behind the scenes is what removed the Mark. And she was working under Sam's... idk, request? threat? supervision? Fill-in-the-blank, you know what I mean. "We" did not break anything; Sam broke the thing.

Which brings me to your point about Sam acknowledging that he's the reason people are dying but also being willing to do it again, and about his actions differing from the past... I'm honestly not fully sure.

In some ways, his insistence on removing the Mark (and staying to find a cure) is in-character. He's often depicted--- though not always (cough cough: Benny, Emma, the other characters he inexplicably decided weren't human enough to receive the same repeated chances he gave everyone else) --- as believing in nurture over nature. Just being a supernatural isn't the same as being automatically evil. And, if he stuck to that, it'd, frankly, be an admirable stance to take. (But, again, he doesn't stick to it --- especially whenever a non-human character is getting mutually close to his brother.) And, in this case, he refused to believe that Dean was ever "too far gone" to be cured, so... that tracks.

It also bears mentioning... Sam has a habit of taking action because he feels guilty, and that guilt leading him to not consider the consequences. Take post-s3-finale-through-s4, for example: Dean's gone, and he feels guilty about it, so he takes on his ill-advised-and-poorly-handled attack against Lilith, which ends up starting the apocalypse. (And let it be known that, for all I'm a Sam anti, I do recognize that he wasn't wrong in going after Lilith. He, Dean, Bobby, etc; they all thought that killing Lilith was the way to go. My problem with him is a) how he did it and b) how he treated his brother throughout the entire arc. Not the action. However, it's still an example of his guilt driving him into something that caused a lot of people harm.) So, in that sense, getting rid of the Mark continues tobe pretty in character. I don't know if it started out normal or not. (e.g. I could see that Sam felt guilty about the fact that Dean took on the MOC because he was cruising along in his, frankly, vaguely suicidal mindset after Sam cut him off, but I'm not sure I remember the scenes well enough to know if Sam's intent focus on finding a way to take off the Mark stems from that guilt, or idealism, or codependency.) Regardless, after Charlie, curing the MOC becomes less about curing the Mark and more about him working off the guilt about her death.

And, stemming off of that, this is another instance of him telling himself that he's doing something for his brother when he's really not. s4: he goes on a revenge quest to take down Lilith "for Dean" despite Dean coming back, being right there, and asking him not to. s10, pre-Charlie: he decides to take off the Mark even after Dean says he doesn't want him to do so. (I admit that this is an iffier situation because, like with Sam's Gadreel thing, there's the question of whether MOC!Dean has medical authority over non-MOC!Dean... but still.) s10, post-Charlie: he continues trying to take off the Mark despite Dean very explicitly and without any qualifications saying he doesn't want him to. Etc.

So, on the one hand, Sam's actions regarding the Mark --- and his actions regarding the zombie-virus-adjacent cure --- are kinda in-line with past behavior.

The line you isolated about how he'd "do it again in a heartbeat" (or whatever the actual quote was), however, is unusual. Usually, Sam spends the aftermath of a plan going wrong angsting about how much damage it did, with 0 ostensible willingness to do it again. No matter how committed he was to that path ahead of time, and no matter how many times he follows that same path (with different specifics) again later, he at least claimed that his guilt was so powerful that he'd never act similarly, he'd changed, etc. After the s4 finale, for an example, he apologizes more-or-less nonstop for some of it, etc. This time, though, he's blatantly saying that he'd do it again. And, for all he feels guilty, he's, for once, recognizing that he doesn't feel guilty enough to not do it again, and he's coming to terms with what that means. That feels different from his character in the past.

And, secondarily, the difference between this action and his past actions is that they knew removing the Mark would cause problems. With Lilith? Like I said, they didn't know it would cause problems. It's not really a surprise that he didn't stop because they thought it was the right course of action, and he always thinks he knows the best way to go. With the archangels, saying yes was a clear path to death and destruction, so it's, again, not really a surprise they both said no.

But here? (And, btw, I've made a previous post comparing the MOC situation to the Gadreel situation --- basically arguing that Dean gets vilified for Gadreel while Sam gets away with MOC no problem, called Actions of the Greater Greater Good, if you wanna check it out --- and I'm borrowing some of the wording here.) Good, bad, and neutral characters alike had warned them against taking off the Mark; these include but are not limited to: Cas, Rowena, Crowley, kinda Charlie, the Book of the Damned itself, Dean (through the Mark), the Styne family, eventually even Death itself. Sam also had to work with Rowena (clearly suspect with bad motives at that point) and drive off a high-powered ally (Crowley) in the process, while working with a book tied to dark forces. And so on. There was no "whoa, however could we have known that this was going to cause wide-scale problems", or, at least, there shouldn't have been. Sam knew what the costs could be and went on anyway.

That's the real character shift. He's actively taking on the consequences --- and potentially harming multitudes as a result --- instead of accidentally stumbling into it. So, yes, I do think his actions here are vaguely out of character; not in the fact that he did what he did, but that he did what he did knowing what could happen as a result.

Which is --- to attend to your final point about the cure, and to borrow your wording --- why I agree with you about it's a way to say "see sam isn’t a bad guy sure he caused this but he doesn’t want to hurt anyone else he wants to help." He's doing the whole try-to-do-something-good-to-counteract-his-guilt thing, and it's once again quite possibly causing problems (since we've no clue how many people he actually saved, and how many people died because he was obsessed with the cure instead of saving people who hadn't been infected at all). It's annoying and naive, in my opinion, and it did not exactly endear me to his character.

I hope that was a vaguely coherent way of answering the ask... I've been rambling with my computer keys for so long that I'm not sure it makes any sense whatsoever, but I'm hoping it does... I'd love to hear back from you if you happen to have a response, but no pressure; all the best!

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

Eternal Diva Fic (Part 7)

Another breather-ish chapter today. I had a lot of fun with the exchanges here because these are wholly unique. Also some Big Thinking.

Trigger warnings for mentions of implied falls to death (it's finally said here that they're fine), mentions of an explosion (which didn't hurt anyone), and threats of harm (the one saying them doesn't do anything and they apologize; they're referring to a third party who does not show in this story at all).

Also vague spoilers for Azran Legacy here? They're really vague, but I love the idea of dropping hints of stuff to come.

Word count: 1.7k / Previous / Next

After reaching the castle, dodging guards, and a lot of wandering through random halls, I found myself in a cozy bedroom.  It was decorated with a large bed, some tables and chairs, a couple dressers, and a piano.  There was even a large patio to watch the sea.  

All the usual things you'd find in a bedroom.  

But the thing that caught my eye the most were the framed pictures.  All of them had a sandy blonde girl at various ages.  And I felt like I recognized her from somewhere.

I pulled out the little book talking about the opera and the performers and opened it up.

Right there, the opera writer’s dedication: I dedicate this opera to my memory of my daughter, Melina.

She was Mr. Whistler's daughter.  So this must've been her bedroom.  Was this like a summer home for her then?

I went over to the piano on a whim.  There was a picture of Melina and Janice together.  It did seem like they were friends from how Janice and Mr. Whistler spoke to each other.

But there was also a piece of sheet music on the piano's tray.  “A Song of the Sea,” it was called.

A Song of the Sea… a song on the seal…  I pulled out my drawn music sheet.  Maybe this was all a giant coincidence.  But it seemed more likely that these were all connected somehow.

“…I hope my music teacher can forgive me for how this is going to sound.”

I started with A Song of the Sea.  Surprisingly, the muscle memory came back pretty quick, and it started to sound like a song.  Very pretty.  I didn't quite get how it was a song of the sea specifically, but I decided that shouldn't be the thing I should dwell on.

Then I tried the song I had made from the stars.

Then I hummed the Song of the Sea while I played the song from the stars. 

It came to me like a jolt of electricity.  They were all connected.  But how?  And why?

I felt the wind blow on my back.  I whipped my head around just in time to see a man in a cape, a pointy hat and white mask throw open the curtains of the patio dramatically.

It all came crashing back: the confrontation in Misthallery with his giant digger robot.  The cold, calculated confidence… barely even a thought of mercy toward the professor and his friends… it rooted me to the spot.

"Descole..."

"Hello Miss Clare," he greeted coolly. "It's so nice to finally talk face to face without that pesky professor and his posse."

He started to approach, and I gripped the piano, some of the keys making a discordant chord.  But still, I tried to look tough and not like I was one second away from bolting out of the room.

Even with the mask obscuring them, he looked me straight in the eyes. "Well?  You must have questions for me.  You sounded so confident earlier during our little tête-à-tête on the radio.  What's happened?"

Ohhh, the smugness in his voice made my blood boil.  But my voice wouldn't let me say anything.  I just glared at him.

He went from smug to... contemplative. "...A song with no rhymes, but still harmonious," he said quietly. "A painting that needs a strange angle to see its true beauty.  A poem full of subtleties that one would need a lifetime to understand.  That's what you are, dear.  You really do fascinate me, you know.  And this whole game has proven that in spades to me."

“.........What?  What are you talking about?” My face must've reflected how utterly baffled I felt because he smiled and snickered a bit.

“Good.  That knocked you out of that.”

Ah.  That was just to get me to talk. “Jerk,” I said a bit more forcefully than I intended.

“You're only saying that because you think I'm lying.  But I'll repeat myself: you must have questions.  About this island, about my involvement.  I'm an open book, if you'll just come with me dear.”

It really wasn't the open invitation he was making it out to be.  He probably knew this castle like the back of his hand, and he had goons all over the place.  He had me cornered, and he knew that extremely well.

“…Fine.  Lead the way Descole.”

“Marvelous.” He offered his arm to sling mine around, but I wholeheartedly rejected it.  Luckily, he only seemed amused. “There's that feistiness I remember from Misthallery.  Now, let's be on our way.”

~

I glared a hole in the back of Descole’s head as we walked.  Maybe he felt it after a while.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he commented.

Now that the fear was mostly gone, it was replaced with rage. “How… how do you live with yourself?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“All those people on the Crown Patone is what I mean!!” I yelled. “All those people who didn’t win the game!  You dropped them down into trap doors to die!  You blew up the entire ship!”

“...Oh dear, you really believed that.”

“What?”

“Sweet girl, I assure you no one was harmed during that little game.  That’s all it was: a game.  Everyone who lost was sent back to the mainland on a submarine.  They must have made a whole ruckus on it by now.”

“But… the timer and the--”

“Well, of course I had to time you.  It was a competition; we can’t have everyone winning.  And the puzzles would be much too easy to solve with unlimited time.”

“But-- But-- But all those tickets!”

“That was just a bit of fun on my end.  If I was going to sit through that dreadful opera all those times, I’d get to do something amusing with it.  And building all these contraptions does get awfully expensive.”

“THE SHIP BLOWING UP??”

“What?  Am I not allowed to add a little… What do you Americans call it?  'Pizzazz'?” I glared at him with added venom. “You don’t believe me.  Fine.  A moment, please.”

He snapped his fingers and one of his henchmen handed him a bulky little box with a screen in front.  It looked like a makeshift TV.  Descole pressed a few buttons, and then flipped the screen so that I could see it.

It was turned on to a news report.

“And we have some breaking news.  Early this morning, a submarine came ashore bearing the members of the missing audience members from the Crown Petone, the theatre that vanished last night.  Singer Janice Quatlane and composer Oswald Whistler are amongst those still missing.  Survivors are reporting that they were all part of a bizarre game that had promised them eternal life.  Search parties in the area are attempting to find the other missing people.  We shall keep you posted on any developments as and when they happen.”

Beep. The device shut off.

“Like I said, the news had a riot with this story.  That was the report from just this morning.”

…No matter how I approached it, I just couldn’t see a way that Descole could’ve faked a whole news report.  I just had to take his word for it.

The masked man put the TV down for one of his minions to pick up later. “Now really, let’s get moving.  We don’t have the day to dally around.”

“...What do you really want here?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Does it have something to do with Ambrosia?” 

He actually stopped with that question.  He turned around, and-- though the mask obscured it-- he gave me a hard look.  It seemed like I hit the nail on the head.  I pressed my luck. 

“I mean… You were after an ancient Golden Garden in Misthallery.  And now you’re on a deserted island where this ancient kingdom was.  What are you looking for in these places?  What’s so special about—”

“Stop asking questions.” Descole’s voice came out jagged and harsh, and he glared at me.  I froze and swallowed a bit.  After that though, the masked man let out a deep sigh.  

“You don’t know the Pandora’s box that you risk opening with your inquiries.  There are people out there who will see your good and curious nature and you puzzling over these things, and turn you to minced meat.  If you think I’m bad dear… they are worse.  Much worse.”

A cold-- no, frigid feeling started to seep into my bones. “Are… Are you with those people?”

I caught a brief glimpse of his eye under his mask.  It was filled with rage, white-hot like a fire.  But it disappeared right back into the shadow the mask provided. “No.  I’m not.  I’m against them.”

“Wh-What do they want?”

“...The less you know about them, the better.”

It was only then I felt my knees wobbling.  That left me with way more questions than answers.  But the answers I did get went deeper than I ever could’ve imagined.  

Descole wasn’t just looking for these landmarks of ancient civilizations for profit or fun; it was to stop someone else from getting to them.  Someone worse than he was.

Was the floor always shaking like that?  I felt weak and even a little sick.  I felt--

Something soft was draped over me, and that partially snapped me out of myself.  Descole was right by my side, gently covering my hands with his own.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to frighten you, truly.” His voice was much gentler now, softer than I had ever heard it.  He almost sounded like a completely different person. “I’ve just seen them in action too many times.  I know what they are and how they accomplish their goals.  Just… focus on something.  Anything at all, and focus on that only.”

Maybe because he was the one talking, I looked at him.  Ultimately, I focused on the brim of his hat and the curves, plateaus, etc.  He seemed a bit ruffled by that, but he didn’t say anything.  After a little while of that…

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Y-Yeah.  I’m ok.”

“Good, good.  Excellent.  I’d hate for something to happen to you.  I… enjoy your company.  Immensely.”  We both resumed walking, Descole still staying close. “...I don’t want you caught up in my fight.  It’s… extremely personal.  It’s something I must settle with them on my own.”

“...Sorry for asking about all that,” I mumbled.

“You didn’t know.  You were frustrated and wanted answers.  I would be just as annoyed were I in your shoes.  You don’t need to apologize; I’m not angry with you.  …But thank you.”

[wildegeist-old]

About

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I am Wilde, sometimes people call me Timber or Geist though.

I write, draw, and do music. Primarily weird psychedelic sci-fi and fantasy with sprinkles of horror. I like OCs and stuff. Mainly original content and personal stuff here. I'm a big tea enthusiast, and have an interest in astronomy, etymology, writing, and horror (I'm a HUGE horror buff I can talk about horror for HOURS).

I have wacky issues of the brainspace nature and forget that I am a person sometimes, so my apologies if I'm spacey or forget a lot of things. I'm trying my best

I'm active in exactly one fandom and it's Hylics. If you're in that fandom and I look familiar it's probably because I run the Hylemxylem fan Discord. Hello!

My main project at the moment is Sableheart- a space fairy tale about ancient legendary figures from the old days of an alien planet called Ixirios awakening into its spacefaring era, taking their fights and grudges from the days of old into the stars. At the middle of it is a sad trauma-ridden knight who sold his soul to some interdimensional beings. Also he made them angry so they're after him now. Stick around if that sounds like your thing, I guess.

Carrd // Toyhou.se // Inkblot // Hell

My Discord name is also just Wildegeist but I'll decline anyone I can't recognize.

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[robotniik]

#ROBOTNIK - selective and mutuals only blog for DOCTOR EGGMAN from the SONIC FRANCHISE (with both movie and game verses available).

affiliated w/ @knchidna & @devilcharge

this    blog    will    contain    mature    content    (    violence,    gore,  etc.    )    so    please    only    interact    if    you    are    over    the    age    of    21 .

MOBILE RULES DOWN BELOW .

BASIC.

Hi! Thank you so much for checking out my blog. First things first I'd like to say that followbacks take me some time as I like to check out your blog and thoroughly read your rules / muse pages. If I do not follow you back after a week's time then I am not currently interested. It is nothing at all against you. I just try to keep a small following count to keep my dash clean and my sanity intact.

Personals you may follow / send in asks and like my stuff but PLEASE do not reblog my threads! I also wish to add that I absolutely ADORE OCs with a passion c: I am duplicate friendly as well and do not care if you reblog stuff from me. Just try to send stuff in on occasion so I don't outwardly feel like a meme source. Minors absolutely do not follow me. I'll block you. 

DRAMA / TRIGGERING CONTENT.

Please do not involve me in drama. It makes me uncomfortable and also most things can be resolved in private between those involved. I do not follow callout culture either, unless the person in question is an actual threat to anyone's online presence. If I personally mess up, I ask that you come to me privately so we may discuss things. Know I will never be upset!

Onto more important things if you're a bigot of any kind, against the LGBTQIA+ community, or any of that unsavory stuff you are not welcome here.I am not here to police what you write and I ask the same courtesy be applied to me. The block button exists for a reason after all. Though some topics I refuse to write are: Rape, Incest, Underage, and Beastiality.

Anon is off because I just don't care enough to have it on. Thank you. For Triggers I personally have none, and tag things as 'trigger /'. Please lmk if you need anything tagged! 

SHIPPING / NSFW.

Shipping is fun, but it isn't what I'm explicitly here for. Neither is NSFW. I am more than happy to have other relationships written between our muses that are not of a romantic nature. If shipping does happen it's usually with chemistry and ooc discussion. I am not here to be another ship in your roster. NSFW may be written on here but it will be beneath a strict 'readmore', although it is rare I'll actually write it as it's reserved for people I feel comfortable writing it with. Little NSFW / Sinday asks are fine!

 WRITING / FORMATTING.

I write. A lot. I tend to overdescribe and so my replies can get quite lengthy. That being said I do not ever expect you to match my length! Just give me something to work with and we'll be fine. I am fine with multiple threads as well, and also do not mind if you turn asks into threads. As for formatting I tend to use small text and a mix of bold and italics. Icons are used on occasion depending on the character, but I am totally fine with iconless roleplay as well! 

ACTIVITY.

I am mobile bound a good 90% of the time for numerous reasons, so it may take me a while to get to threads. On top of that my mental health takes top priority, and some days I barely have energy to get out of bed. Please bear with me, and know that if I take a while to respond it is not out of disinterest or dislike. I just have a lot going on irl as well that Tumblr is sort of a backburner for me currently. I am usually busy on the weekends, so the best place to reach me to chat / plot is Discord! I just ask that we are mutuals and you lmk who you are! 

MUN.

Hi! My name's Iggy (or Topaz) and I've been writing for a very, very long time. You may recognize me from my old eggman blog of the same url, so hello again! I like hiking and nature photography, as well as rock and bone collecting. I love to talk ooc as well, since it really does help getting to know the people I write with. Speaking of ooc, I tend to post a bit of it but it is appropriately tagged and deleted after a few hours so as to not clog the dash. Please know also that if you ever need anything at all that I am here for you, and my IMs / asks are open to all! <3

CREDITS.

header : @/knchidna

[prettydickie]

So I've got an idea for a Jaydick rp that's pretty heavy, with some serious trigger warnings [recovering from major non-con/SA]

I'm 29. Please only respond if you're 21+

I'm looking specifically for someone to play Jason Tood to my Dick Grayson

If anyone's interested, feel free to dm me, drop an emoji or something in the comments, or just add me on discord ( thegraysonreturns )

Anyway, here's the premise! Please keep in mind the earlier Trigger Warning.

It would be set during the events of Under the Red Hood. Dick was kidnapped and held prisoner by Slade about a year prior to Jason turning up as Red Hood. In that time, he's forced to serve Deathstroke in all kinds of terrible ways. He manages to escape, but he's beat to hell and half dead by the time he makes it back to Gotham. Jason comes across him first and decides to help him. Maybe because Batman's out of town or otherwise too far away to get there in time. Hello flashbacks. So he winds up nursing Dick back to health. And because he's in the middle of all his big plans, that he won't let anything get in the way of, he has to basically keep Dick hostage. And Dick's too weak and exhausted to try to escape this time, but he's big time pissed.

Dick won't recognize Jason at first, partly because of a head injury and partly because Jason is *different*. But a bunch of little things would remind him of Jason, and he'll start to reminisce about his nerdy little brother.

Que lots of feelings, an identity reveal, and even more feelings.

-I'm open to adding different spins on the canon, such as a same age au (where they were both Robin at the same time) This could add a lot of angst for Jason, seeing Dick move on from Robin after his death. And he'd probably be even more pissed about Tim taking up their mantle.

And of course, I'm more than open to you adding any background to Jason that you want.

[unovan-gays]

Hi so my boyfriend thought making a Rotumblr blog would be fun, but dragged me into this as well. Uhhh the basics: Name's Andrew but call me Andy for short, They/Them pronouns for me. And ummm I'm the champion of Unova and chosen of Reshiram. I'll sign off my posts with " - Truth" Trainer Card below

Hello there, my name is N! I'm said boyfriend of Andy's! He/Him for me! You may recognize me as the former King of Team Plasma but I wish to set my days with that team aside. I still don't use Pokeballs but it's a matter of personal choice since as much as I'd like to forget everything from back when I was still associated with Plasma, old habits die hard. I will not harass anyone on the account of using them. I'm also the chosen of Zekrom so my posts will end with " - Ideals"

We'll just be posting random things about our pokemon so nothing too big.

(P.S. If you're from Sinnoh and recognize Andy from history books, no you don't)

@bowsers-keep here, Behold my gays!!!!! Wanted to make them a blog because I have so much fun with them on discord <3 They exist in the same canon as my other blogs which means they are both magical girl chosens. It's been around 10 years since Black in the time line and because time fuckery can be fucked with Andy became the PLA protagonist during Black 2 before returning to Unova. Time is really fucking weird don't ask me how this works.

The two of them have been dating for around 3 years and while the characters are adults I am very much still a minor. Don't send them weird askes.

Along with the sign offs N and Andy will have their own tags. Andy;s will be Truths Revealed and N's will be Ideals Revealed

Pelipper Mail: On

Pelipper Unmail: Off

Magic Anons: On buy I hold the right to refuse any of them

[angstyx]

Better than the Queen

CC!Dream x Reader, CC!Tommy x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 930+ words

Summary: Dream reveals you as his girlfriend and Tommy talks to them

TW: cursing

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Part two // ty for so much support on this fic! <3

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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“Dream! I bet you never had a girlfriend before, I’m sure I have lots of women who want to be mine!” Tommy laughs as Dream rolls his eyes. They were voice chatting while Tommy was streaming a game, most likely Minecraft. Dream wanted to show you off so badly, to prove Tommy wrong that in fact he does have a girlfriend but was that the right decision to make? By now he was getting slightly annoyed at Tommy for his taunting.

You walked up the stairs, a water bottle in one hand while some snacks in the other. Clay was in his room for a while now. He never left to get something to eat so you decided to bring him some food up instead. Knocking on the door, you waited for a “come in!” before heading inside.

“Hey babe” You smile at him as he kisses your cheek. “I’ve brought some food for you.” You place the items on his desk and was about to head out when you hear a loud voice. “Is that a woman? Dream who’s in your room?!?” You look at your boyfriend to see his eyes widen and body tense up. He quickly turns around on his chair so he was facing his computer and checks discord. He didn’t mute himself.

He silently curses at his mistake as you walk towards him. “Is everything alright babe?” You hear a quiet voice coming from his headphones but you could only make out the words, “Dream,” “who is,” “room,” and “woman.” You quietly put the words together and gasp, “Babe did you not...” You gesture towards his computer that was on the discord tab. He silently nods. You sigh, Dream didn’t introduce you to anyone except his close friends yet so whenever he’s streaming or making a video with people that didn’t know about you, you had to be quiet.

You hear the same voice coming from your boyfriend’s headphones again, this time you could hear it clearly, “Dream! Can you tell the person in your room if I can talk to them!” You raise an eyebrow at Clay, who looked at you for your answer. You thought about it, you could just say no and Clay would just tell whoever he was chatting to that no-one was in his room and nobody would know about you... but what’s the fun in that?

You smile at Clay and nod your head. He unmutes himself and replies back to the person who you still didn’t know the name of, “Fine, be nice to them tommy.” You giggle at your boyfriend as he gets up from his chair and hands you the headphones. Sitting down, you unmute yourself, “hello?” “HELLO ARE YOU DREAM’S GIRLFRIEND?” You wince at how loud the person was as you turn down the volume on Clay’s computer. “Er yes.. who are you?”

Since you were on Clay’s computer, you could play Minecraft. Waiting for it to load, you hear the person reply, “My name’s Tommy! You can also call me big man or wife haver!” You were about to question his choice on names when Minecraft finished loading. “Cool.. I’m going to join Minecraft right now... wait what’s the dream smp?”

You heard banging from big m- er tommy and then shouting, “You don’t know what the fucking dream smp is?!?” You shook your head, “I only know a little about it.” You hear Tommy laugh as you roll your eyes. “Dream’s the creator of the world and you’re his girlfriend and yet he never told you anything about it? Impossible” Clicking on the world that was called “Dream Smp”, you spawn in.

“TommyInIt has joined the world.”

You look down at the corner of your screen to see Tommy join in as well. “Let me tour you around then!” You raise an eyebrow at his enthusiasm and realize that he can’t see you. “Cool,” you replied, oh were you in for a ride.

While being toured around, you saw some people. Some of them you recognized while others you had no idea who they were so Tommy helped you by telling you their names. You and Tommy had also made some jokes during the tour, making both of you guys laugh. He showed you the places where the most well-known events happened and even gave you history on them as well. Overall, you thought the tour was a success since you didn’t do something you weren’t supposed to do.

At the end of the tour, you two ended up at Church Prime. “Come over here and ring the bell!” You walked over to where Tommy was and rang the bell a few times. “What’s this for?” You questioned. “When you’re streaming and you’re not reaching your sub count, you ring the bell here and subs will appear!” He replied back. You freeze. “Wait.. you’re streaming? You never told me!” Tommy’s laugh could be heard. “Sorry about that, I forgot to tell you.” You sigh, at least you didn’t say anything that would be clipped.

“Is dream there?” You turn around, dream was laying on his bed scrolling through his phone. “No, he’s on the bed. Why?” “I didn't want him to hear me say that you’re my new favorite woman.” You laugh, “Really? Even better than the queen?” You heard of his 'obsession' with the queen so you decided to tease him. Tommy was quiet as he thought about it.

"Actually yeah! You're better than the queen! Pog!" You laugh at his answer, totally not expecting it at all. "Really? I guess I'll take that as a compliment then."

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Part two ♡

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[halscafe]

hand-in-hand 💕 (a william/named listener fic)

happy one month anniversary to the loml, my favourite discord wife @haradasaya 🥰🥹 i wrote this fic for her, but for my william simps of tumblr, i have for y’all something you can relate to as well (i hope). the listener here is nicknamed mon cher/cherie <3

my lovely saya, i hope you liked this 🫶

William Solaire was never one to complain about the position he held in the empowered community of Dahlia. He's come a long way since his turning 500 years ago, and with these years of experience under his belt people have come to rely on him for advice and assistance. This fact has rung true for as long as he could remember, and recently it has become harder to ignore the weight of responsibilities growing on his shoulders. He is grateful for everything he has grown to have, from his clan and progeny to all the assets he holds in his name. Despite all this, however, there are days when he wishes he could leave behind all the duties that come with holding the status of the vampire king of Dahlia — and today was one of those days.

Deep in thought, William didn't notice the sound of someone knocking on his office door. He recognized the knock belonging to his partner immediately, and quickly tidied up his disheveled appearance before granting the person entry.

"Hello William, I was just coming in to check up on your progress on the- wait a minute, how long have you been sitting here working Will?"

Despite Williams attempt to tidy his outward appearance, they immediately caught on to William's lacklustre attempt to hide the problems clearly weighing on his shoulders. "I, well good evening to you too mon cher. I appreciate your concern, truly, but I assure you that I have been taking care of myself as you requested of me."

Smiling, Cherie replied back to their partner, "That makes me happy Will, really, but you didn't answer my question - how long have you been sitting here working?" Walking over to William and moving behind him in his office chair, Cherie re-adjusted his posture and began massaging his shoulders. "You've been working yourself into the ground again William. Yes, you may be the proclaimed vampire king of Dahlia, but that doesn't mean you can work yourself to the point of no return. You need to take care of yourself. And that includes taking breaks when breaks are called for. You've been sitting here all day, haven't you?"

It's been nearly one year since William had met Cherie that fateful day in Paraguay. William had run into the unempowered human on his trip to visit an old friend, and in his 500 years of being a vampire, he had never met anyone -- empowered or unempowered -- that held themselves as they did. From the day he had met them, they always beamed with a smile that could brighten any dark room and an aura of warmth and gentleness that was rare in these trying times. He was completely enamoured by them the second he laid his eyes on them, and after exchanging close correspondences with one another for nine months, he informed them of his empowered status. Establishing a close relationship with Cherie had proven to be the best decision William hadmade in his long lifetime, and in moments like this, he often caught himself falling in love with that beautiful sparkle in their eyes all over again.

William turned around in his chair and grasped both of Cherie’s hands in his own. "My love, you never fail to remind me how lucky of a man I am to be able to call you my partner. Truthfully, I have indeed been spending the large majority of my day in this office." Standing up, William lifted Cherie’s hands close to his lips and gave them a tender kiss as he continued staring into their eyes. "But that ends right now. If you would agree to it, I would love nothing more but to spend the remainder of the evening with you, and you alone. Is that alright?"

A blush immediately crept onto Cherie’s cheeks into their ears at William's sentiment. "I would love nothing more William."

With the recent growth of the Solaire clan and the rising threat of the rogue vampire Quinn, there was no indication that William's duties would lessen any time soon. However, with the support of his marvellous partner, there was nothing he couldn't persevere through with them by his side.