#maybe i could do something with the time loop thing...

[windghouls]

NEW CHAPTER SPOILERS (INCLUDING WEIRD ROUTE) BIG KRIS RAMBLE

They actually do this really often. Before the new chapters dropped I was super fixated on the player Kris relationship (as expected, its acting up even more now lol.) But I was paying a lot of close attention to all the little choice interactions.

I'm super jumbled and not fully in the loop because I've only been semi-spoiling myself (since I can't play the new chapters right now.) But there's another part in one of the new chapters (chapter 4 I believe) where there's an interaction with Susie where Kris is asked if something's up and if you answer "Say what's on your mind" Kris covers their mouth. I believe this happens if you wait by the pond for 10 minutes.

The notion of them being able to hear the full command before they take action is very much supported by what we see with Noelle in the Weird route and I think its nice to have the confirmation that Kris experiences the player similarly to how Noelle does... with the only difference being that we are quite literally possessing Kris.

Assuming we are possessing Kris's actual soul, I think their ability to work around the player- and resist in the ways that they can- speak to their determination. I remember there used to be debate on whether the red soul is Kris's or our's that's been inputted. Personally, I can see it either way, but I lean towards it being their soul that we are just possessing. I think a red soul very much suits Kris's drive and how far they're willing to go for whatever it is they want to accomplish, even if we aren't sure what that goal is currently.

I really do love their malicious compliance with the player. It's a specialty of their's but it's definitely had me thinking on how they're able to interact with our commands/choices.

There's something specific in the weird route in chapter 4 that has me wondering if Kris is able to do more than just maliciously comply. I think its a possibility that they are completely able to block us, loopholes aside. Maybe they're just determined enough to be able to do it in this one instance due to the severity of the weird route. (We did just do something terrible. And Kris did beat the shit out of us soooo...) (Has me wondering about the third entity theories though cause like... we aren't controlling Kris all the time in weird route, but it also doesn't seem to be Kris. So hm.... seems possible its something or someone else.)

But there's this scene after Noelle's house where Susie is clearly insecure that you guys were off on your own. We are then presented with four choices, none of which we can see, and the screen is tinted red. I personally don't recall having encountered anything like this before.

No matter what you pick, Susie responds by seeming reassured that it wasn't about her and also brushes it off and promises not to mention it again. I think the only conclusion to draw from this is that this was somehow Kris's doing because they wanted to block us from hearing whatever it is they wanted to say. The red tint I think could easily be a reference to the soul being messed with. Due to Susie's response, I don't think its the third entity if there is one, as I'd only attribute them to malicious actions that Kris doesn't seem to approve of.

We know from the previous dialogue with Noelle before THE you know... THE scene that Kris will explicitly say not to mention things again to keep the information out of our reach.

Here's a couple of conclusions I think we can draw with a lot of certainty:

1. We do not need to possess Noelle to control Noelle.

2. We HAVE to possess Kris to control them. They can do whatever they want when we are not inside them and we only control the soul.

3. The wording of our choices matter. Our choices can sometimes be specific and Kris can take full advantage of loopholes within this.

4. In instances where our soul travels away from Kris, (ex. To see what Susie is doing as per Ralsei's suggestion) Kris is able to act on their own. (Supported by catching the tailend of conversations when we return)

5. Kris has some control of their actions even while we are in them and can sometimes act on their own without any say on our end. (Seems to be based on circumstance and maybe it comes down to willpower?) (Ex. Kris playing piano with the encouragement of Susie)

6. Kris can move and appear normal without the soul inside of them. (Though I assume it's probably strenuous to upkeep)

7. Kris might have a way to block our input, even if only in one instance in the weird route. (Maybe this'll continue to be shown in the weird route specifically)

Ok yall goodnight sorry this might have been completely incoherent im so neurodivergent abt Kris

Still incoherent about the new chapters, but something just occurred to me about the mechanics of the player's influence on Kris. In chapter four, Kris defies us by maliciously complying with our command's exact words:

Compare this to a similar scene with Asriel's room in Queen's mansion, where they simply close their eyes as we do the motion of opening the door- here they change what the actual motion is based on the command's wording.

Earlier, they cover their mouth before they can be cruel to Ralsei:

Kris stops themselves from completing their own sentence- they don't have any evidence to just predict what the player will say next, so this confirms they are aware of the whole sentence they have to say before they say it. Kris isn't just being forced through physical actions by the Red Soul, they can actually hear the entire command.

I don't know what to do with this piece of information at all.

[dollyswishingwell]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Put a rock on her hand

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ Fluff, so cute, men being in love, i do have pics of the rings at the end if you need more help visualising, they’re in the top to bottom order.

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Your picking your wedding ring

Part 1 of the wedding series! Masterlist

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You weren’t supposed to be tired of ring shopping.

The boutique was glossy, the lighting perfect, and the cases sparkled like the stars above his seaside estate. You’d been to three different shops in Linkon over the past few weeks, each more prestigious than the last, escorted by Thomas-approved stylists and fussing assistants. But every time, the result was the same:

You’d try on ring after ring.

And smile politely.

And take it off.

“Too sharp.”

“Too stiff.”

“Too princess-y.”

“Too much like hers.” (You didn’t know who her was. Just… not you.)

You were lounging now on the plush bench near the front of the showroom, one leg tucked under the other, turning a glass of citrus water in your hand as Rafayel leaned over the final case. He hadn’t said much, just watched you quietly with those shifting blue-pink eyes, head tilted, hands in his pockets.

The saleswoman offered another tray.

You gave her a tired smile. “They’re all beautiful, but…”

He walked over, slid into the seat beside you, and nudged your knee with his. “You hate all of them.”

You blinked. “I don’t hate them.”

“I know,” he said, soft. “But you don’t love them either.”

Silence for a moment.

And then, he reached for your hand, his fingers surprisingly gentle despite the faint paint stains on his knuckles. “We’re only getting married once,” he said, lips quirked into that lopsided, teasing smile. “I’m not giving you a ring that looks like it came from some catalog.”

You raised a brow. “Okay, so what are you suggesting? You make me one out of seashells and regret?”

He laughed, threw his head back, even. “Tempting. But no.”

The Surprise (One Week Later)

You found the first box in the studio, beside a cup of forgotten tea and a sketch of your hand that made your heart catch. A note was taped to the velvet lid, written in his scrawled, looping hand:

“I told you I’d fix it. You’re not allowed to cry. I mean it. -Raffy.”

Inside was the wedding ring, the blue and white pear diamonds, set like twin constellations held together by gravity. Twisting platinum paved in tiny diamonds, like waves mid-movement. The blue was the exact shade of his eyes when the light hit them right.

And then he appeared in the doorway, barefoot and smug, with a second box in hand.

“These are our wedding bands. Matching,” he added proudly.

The wedding bands, vines of gold (purely cause you couldn’t decide between silver or gold) curling around diamonds and soft little pearls. A crown of nature. Dreamlike. Delicate. Like something you’d find half-buried in sand at dawn.

“They’re enchanted,” he said dramatically, flopping onto the studio couch. “Or at least they will be, once you wear yours. Mine already is. Yours will be once you say yes.”

You looked up at him.

“Raffy… you remembered everything I said.”

“‘Course I did.” He smiled, pink dusting his ears. “You’re the only thing I actually listen to.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You hadn’t planned to fall in love that day.

You’d just wanted to browse, maybe try a few on, maybe sip champagne in a showroom built like a palace. The kind of daydream outing you could only indulge in with him.

Zayne had cleared his schedule for it. “If we’re choosing something you’ll wear for the rest of your life,” he’d said coolly, “I’m not leaving it to chance. Or online catalogs.”

And so, you found yourselves at Graff, where the air smelled like elegance and exclusivity. Where every diamond seemed to float behind glass, watched over by well-dressed attendants who instantly recognized Zayne, the surgeon with hands worth more than their showroom inventory.

They brought out trays.

You tried them on. Some sparkled. Some flattered.

But nothing clicked.

Until that one.

A velvet box. A slow open. A statement.

The oval-cut diamond, flanked by two brilliant side stones, bold, breathtaking, flawless. It didn’t just sit pretty. It owned the room. It said: Yes, I’m his. And yes, he spoils me.

You gasped softly. “This is… wow.”

Zayne didn’t speak. He just took it from the box himself, like it was already his responsibility, and slid it onto your ring finger. It fit perfectly.

You looked up. “Zayne?”

His eyes were on your hand. Focused. Controlled. Then:

“This one. We’re not leaving without it.”

Later, They Brought Out the Bands

Simple. Refined. Two intertwined eternity bands glimmering with tiny precision-cut diamonds, matching, for you and him.

You smiled, brushing your fingers over the set. “You sure about matching bands, Doctor?”

He gave you that low, unreadable look, the one he used on anxious interns and rival surgeons alike. “You’re mine. Everyone should know.”

You tilted your head. “Even while you’re elbow-deep in someone’s chest cavity?”

He reached for your hand again, kissed it softly—right over the glittering diamond. “Especially then.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You hadn’t meant to be picky. But everything the boutique assistant offered, platinum, diamonds, brilliant-cut solitaires, just didn’t feel right. You only liked the simple wedding bands: soft yellow gold etched with small stars and constellations, one with delicate sunflowers and a few tiny emeralds embedded in their hearts. You slipped it on and smiled quietly, almost bashfully.

Xavier noticed. Of course he did.

He didn’t say much, just tilted his head and watched you with that gentle, unreadable expression. The next week, he woke you by placing something cold and smooth into your palm.

A ring, glowing warm in the morning light.

Gold, like the bands you loved. Etched in soft curves like celestial flow, like two orbits captured in time. One gem shimmered with golden light, like a sun; the other, deep green, glinting like an emerald star. They curved in tandem, mirroring the galaxies he always said reminded him of your eyes when you spoke of the stars.

“I wanted it to echo the universe,” he said softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “The way it bends around you. The way I do.”

You were too stunned to speak at first, fingers trembling as he took the ring and slid it onto your finger with reverence. It fit perfectly against the wedding band you’d chosen, like they were made to nest together. Like you were made for him.

You looked up, teary-eyed. He only smiled faintly and kissed your knuckles.

“Now you’ll wear the stars for me,” he whispered, “and I’ll never lose my way home.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

It started with a whim. You were draped in pearls and satin, leaning over the velvet-lined case of an exclusive private jeweler’s suite, your hand already pointed.

“That one.”

The Williamson Pink Star. $57.7 million. The rarest, boldest pink diamond on Earth. Sylus had barely glanced at the price tag.

“You’re serious?” he asked, not disapproving. Just intrigued.

You smiled sweetly. “It looks good on me.”

And it did. The moment they placed it on your finger, even the jeweler’s breath caught. The pink diamond blazed like power incarnate, like royalty. Sylus said nothing for a long moment, only watching as you admired your reflection with it. Then, calmly, he turned to the jeweler:

“She wants it. Wrap it.”

That night, you laid curled in his lap like the most spoiled little housewife in the galaxy, and offhandedly added, “Also, I want us to have matching wedding bands. Pink ones.”

A low, amused breath. “You want me to wear pink?”

You tilted your head and gave him that soft, lethal smile he loved so much. “You’re going to be married to me. Any good man would wear a pink band for his wife.”

He chuckled. “I’ll wear it proudly.”

He didn’t just get pink. He had matching custom bands made in warm rose gold, set with rare pink baguette diamonds and fine white stones, elegant, deliberate, and unmistakably expensive. The moment he slid it on your finger, he kissed your knuckles and said lowly, “Let them look. Let them know exactly who you belong to.”

And when you slipped his on? He wore it like a badge of conquest.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

You’d barely said a word about weddings.

Not because you weren’t thinking about it, just because you and caleb were always going to get married.

One evening, while you were curled up in his lap, bare-legged in one of his shirts, he asked, voice casual, but eyes sharp.

“If you had to pick a ring… what would you want?”

You blinked at him. “Why?”

He smiled faintly, brushing his knuckles down your cheek.

“Just curious.”

And you told him.

You said you liked organic shapes, nothing stiff or traditional. You loved the way vines moved, how stars twinkled around a central light. You said yellow gold looked warm against your skin, like sunlight. You rambled about how pear-cut diamonds looked like dewdrops, and how you liked rings that looked alive, not cold.

He asked nothing else. Just nodded once.

“Got it.”

Then kissed the side of your neck like it was the end of the conversation.

Two months later, he took you to a quiet room in the Skyhaven penthouse. No one else around. No cameras, no staff. Just him, and a velvet box.

You opened it and gasped.

It was exactly what you described. No, more. A breathtaking, asymmetrical engagement ring wrapped in 18K hand-textured gold, holding a flawless 5-carat lab-grown marquise diamond, surrounded by smaller stones like blooming stars. Delicate golden vines traced the sides, curling protectively around the center. Every part of it felt like you.

And beside it, two matching wedding bands. Hand-engraved with stars and feathers, one for you, thinner and delicate, the other wider, masculine, but still intricately carved. His and yours, forged from the same gold.

You looked up at him, speechless.

He was already sliding the ring onto your finger.

“I’m not letting anyone else do it,” he murmured. “Not a stranger. Not a jeweler. Not some designer who doesn’t know you. Only I get to put this on you.”

Your hand trembled as he kissed your palm.

“Do you like it?”

You could only nod.

His gaze softened for just a moment before he added, quiet but unwavering:

“Good. Because it’s staying on. Forever.”

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[angelluv16]

Rumor Has it

✩: Kaia Jenner, the youngest Kardashian-Jenner, is an up-and-coming actress. When F1 driver Charles Leclerc casually calls her his favorite actress, the internet goes crazy. What starts as rumors turns into a whirlwind of drama, chemistry, and public scrutiny.

Part 10

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warnings: fluff, Language

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The sun had been up for a while already, but Kaia wasn’t. Not really. Not in the way that counted. She was curled up in her bed, Charles’ hoodie still wrapped around her like a second skin, her phone buzzing somewhere in the sheets.

She squinted at it, groaning.

Kendall (8:42 AM): "You and your little lake boyfriend wanna soft launch already or are you keeping him a secret forever?"

Kaia laughed into her pillow, replying without thinking:

Kaia: "bold of you to assume I haven’t already."

She rolled over, grabbing the hoodie from where it had slipped off her shoulder, pressing her face into the familiar scent — his cologne, mixed with sunscreen and whatever lake grass they’d laid on for hours last week.

It had been a week since that date. Since Charles asked her to be his girlfriend. Since that kiss.

And honestly? Nothing had really changed. Except everything had.

Charles had watched Kaia’s story at least twenty times. The blurry photo of a lake, the corner of his sneaker just barely in the frame. Her caption: "best kinda days"

He was grinning at his phone like an idiot when Pierre walked into the kitchen.

"You’re in love," Pierre said immediately.

Charles didn’t even argue. "Yeah. I think I am."

Pierre blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I’m seeing Kaia," Charles said. "It’s been a while, actually. We just… kept it quiet."

Pierre blinked again. "Like…Kaia Jenner?"

"Oui."

"You’re so unserious, man."

But Charles was serious. Completely. And this week had only made that clearer.

He had been playing the moments on loop — the soft laughs, the tiny fingers grazing his, the way she had looked at him just before saying yes. Her eyes all warm and sure.

She hadn’t posted anything obvious yet. Neither had he. But today? Maybe today.

Kaia met up with Kendall for matcha at a spot in Venice. She wore Charles’ hoodie again. Not on purpose — not only on purpose — but because it had become her comfort thing now.

"So… are you two gonna like, go public?" Kendall asked casually, sipping from her straw.

Kaia shrugged. "I mean, I’m not hiding it. I just don’t want to put it out there all loud, you know?"

Kendall nodded. "That’s fair. But like, also, if you don’t soft launch soon, Kris is going to do it for you."

Kaia groaned. "You’re not wrong."

She opened her phone and scrolled through her camera roll — blurry photos of the lake, the back of Charles’ head as he set up the picnic, a close-up of their hands. All soft. All quiet.

She paused at one. Just their sneakers. His next to hers. Like the two of them weren’t trying too hard, just existing next to each other.

That one.

She posted it.

His phone buzzed with notifications, and he already knew.

Kaia had posted.

He opened her story and saw it. The sneakers. His smile tugged up before he could stop it.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Enough to say: we’re something.

So he reposted it. Added a single white heart. That was all.

kaia.jenner posted on her story

Charles_leclerc reposted this story

Kaia sat cross-legged on the living room couch, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands as she scrolled through her phone. Every corner of the internet was buzzing — tweets, TikToks, edits. One blurry sneaker photo and the world had spun into orbit.

Her phone buzzed.

Charles 🏁: “Still hiding from the public chaos?”

Kaia: “I’m just enjoying watching everyone play detective. Kinda fun.”

Charles 🏁: “I think we’ve officially entered ‘they’re obsessed’ territory.”

Kaia: “Let them be. We’re adorable.”

He sent back a photo — his feet, same sneakers from the story, captioned: “Proof.”

Kaia snorted and threw her phone on the couch. She was supposed to be getting ready.

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Build you brick by brick... 10/? (WIP)

A Hangster fic that starts with a Lego set...

Still for @phisworld14... 💛

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT PART NINE

PART TEN

He wakes up the next morning and he can already tell he’s alone. He’s flooded with disappointment, sharp and immediate, then a flash of anger burns it away.

Fine.

If that’s how Hangman wants to play it then that’s the way he’ll play it. He stomps out to the kitchen in a foul mood and starts his coffee. He stares as the liquid dribbles into the mug, wonders what possessed Hangman to leave. He’d… he’d thought it had been good. Thought they were actually starting something. On autopilot he heads to his bookcase, coffee cup in hand and he knows he’s sulking, but he feels justified in it.

Then he sees it, front and centre. There’s a little Hawaiian shirt on an equally little coat hanger carefully looped over the beak of the last Hei Hei. Its nameplate is completely missing though, and he steps closer, sees then that there are three name plates sitting on the base, each with a different thing, and none of them say Hei Hei.

?

Rooster

Mine

Just like that his mood shifts, flare of hope roaring to life while at the same time he’s shaking his head at Hangman’s apparent complete inability to talk. Fuck, it just seems so typical, but also… he realises it shows a level of vulnerability that Hangman is maybe not used to showing. He reaches for the Mine and knocks the shirt, making it fall and then he’s sees what is hanging around the neck of his Hei Hei. Two small, beaded chains, similar to what their dog tags hang on. A key is hanging from one of the chains and on the other is a little heart made from two pieces of Lego pressed together.

The flare of hope turns to an inferno and he grins, pulls the whole thing off the shelf because he has to do the fiddly job of taking the chains off. A quick glance to the roadrunner tells him that the Coyote name plate has been put on, but he knows Coyote himself played no part in this. Putting the Hei Hei on his table he sets about carefully finding the clasp and removing the chains. He stares at the key and wonders what it’s for exactly. Jake’s in a base assignment at the moment, and he could probably pop the door with his credit card.

Then he realises it doesn’t matter what the key opens, it’s the significance of it being a key. He’d given his own key to Hangman without even thinking about the significance of it, the trust he’d implicitly shown by giving Hangman free access to his home whenever he wanted it. Jesus. He’s an idiot. No wonder Hangman was legitimately surprised when Bradley claimed to have no idea last night that Hangman liked him. He smiles at the memory now and he knows what he does next is going to set them on the path he wants. He wishes Hangman hadn’t decided he needed to leave after implementing his little display, but Bradley is pretty sure he’s worried Bradley’s answer might somehow be no.

It's for that reason that he finds himself working the key onto his own keyring, then taking the little piece of Lego and adding it to his dog tag chain. It’s the gesture carrying more sentiment than the actual practicality of where it will live permanently, and as he looks at the little heart he finds himself grinning wider. He wavers over having a shower but then decides putting in a little effort isn’t a bad idea, but he’s going to make it quick.

Fifteen minutes later he’s out the door, hair still damp and shirt sticking to him where he didn’t bother drying himself properly. His mind is one-track, he wants to see Jake, wants to kiss him senseless and tell him off for leaving…

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You weren’t there when I woke up…”

“…I left a message.”

“Yeah. I got it…” Hangman’s eyes meet his and Bradley has never felt more confident of a positive outcome than he does in this moment. “You left something at my place…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Then he runs his finger down Jake’s neck, finger looping under the beaded chain and pulling it from where it’s lying beneath Jake’s t-shirt. He maintains eye contact the whole time, although when Jake licks his lips Bradley’s eyes flick down to follow the movement; and he licks his own lips in automatic response. He tugs Jake closer with the chain, gratified when he moves completely without protest, the colour in his cheeks darkening slightly. He pulls out his own tags, fumbles with the little piece of Lego before snapping it free from its twin.

“You need this…” he says, holding it up.

“I do, do I?”

“Yep. Got to be careful with it…” Bradley says, and he’s untwisting the clasp on Jake’s chain, because of course Jake can’t have the standard issue. But it doesn’t take long and he’s threading the piece of Lego so it sits behind his tags, resettling them beneath Jake’s t-shirt, patting his chest. “There. Better.”

“Hmm. We match…” Jake says, mimicking the gesture and tapping Bradley’s tags where they lie on top of his low scoop-necked singlet.

“We do. Yeah.”

Neither of them seems to want to be the first to say something more, and he’s reminded of Jake’s words last night, being a man of action. And apparently romantic gestures with Lego he needs to interpret.

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You Don’t Have to Earn Our Love

Selkie AU | Love and Deepspace Boys x Reader

Reader opens up about family trauma | Selkie boys comfort in instinctive, quiet ways

This request hit pretty close to home, so I hope this helps bring you happiness, even by a little.

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It came out in pieces.

A quiet morning, sunlight filtering through sea mist, your mug warm in your hands but your chest aching. The boys were scattered—floating lazily in the shallows, piled in seal-fluff piles near the porch, dozing under a patch of sun.

You hadn’t meant to say it aloud.

“I always tried,” you murmured, voice too small for the breeze. “But they never really saw it. Never said thank you. Just pointed out what I forgot. What I messed up.”

You stared at your drink.

“And now it’s just… stuck in me. That feeling. That no matter what I do, it won’t be good enough.”

You hadn’t realized one of them had moved until you felt warm weight press against your side.

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🐺 Sylus

Sylus didn’t make a sound.

He curled his large white seal body against your thigh, slowly—like a glacier shifting. Then he shoved his snout beneath your elbow until your hand rested on his head.

You didn’t pet him.

He nudged harder.

Until you did.

A slow, unsteady stroke through his fur. Again. Again.

He let out a quiet, sharp huff—like a steam valve—and lay still.

Protective. Heavy. Not saying a word. But if he could in this moment, in this form, he would say, “If they couldn’t see your worth, that’s their failure. I see you. I always see you.”

His heartbeat thudded steady against your hip.

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🫧 Rafayel

Rafayel didn’t approach directly.

Instead, he swam in slow, looping circles near the shore. Just close enough for the sound of his water-slick movements to be heard. A rhythm. A pulse.

When you finally looked up, eyes stinging, he was floating on his back in full seal form, holding something in his flippers.

A shell.

Shiny. Pink-edged.

He wobbled toward you through the surf, tail flicking, and nudged it into your hand.

Then nudged your hand into your own chest.

Then flopped forward and leaned against your legs. His body language saying, “This is how I see you. Soft. Shiny. Precious. And I’d still love you even if you weren’t.”

He stayed there, curled like driftwood, eyes watching with open, unflinching care.

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🪨 Zayne

You didn’t see Zayne arrive.

But suddenly, there was weight at your back.

A familiar seal—dark and broad—pressing firmly behind you like a mountain had laid itself down to keep the wind off your skin.

You leaned back automatically.

Zayne didn’t push. Didn’t nudge. Didn’t demand.

He just was there.

Unmoving.

Unjudging.

Like a stone that had heard all your words and decided—firmly—that you were enough anyway.

“You don’t need to earn a place here. You already belong.”

And when your shoulders started to shake?

He leaned his seal head against yours. Just once. Just enough.

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☀️ Caleb

Caleb waddled over with maximum seal panic.

He had clearly overheard the tail end of your confession and was halfway crying already.

He flopped face-first into your lap, glebbed so loud it startled a seagull, and then promptly tried to wrap both flippers around your waist.

You blinked. “...Caleb?”

He squeaked louder. Nudged his head under your chin and refused to stop wiggling until your arms were around him too.

Then he lay there. Soft. Snuffly. Vibrating with seal emotion.

“You’re good. You’re good. You’re the best. Don’t say things like that or I’ll melt.”

He fell asleep there, breath puffing warm against your chest.

You didn’t move.

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🌊 Xavier

Xavier didn’t come to you immediately.

You thought maybe he hadn’t heard.

But later, when you sat alone on the rocky edge of the cove, watching the tide roll in—he surfaced.

Dark seal eyes. Smooth creamy colored head. Silent.

He drifted just beneath the water’s surface for a long time.

Then slowly swam to shore and rested his head on your knee.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

You placed your hand on him without thinking.

He leaned into it.

Then, in the stillest, most careful way, he pressed his forehead to your shin.

A seal’s gesture of trust. Of vow.

“You are not your family’s echo. You are loved—without condition.”

He stayed there even as the sun set behind the horizon.

---

That Night…

You didn’t say much.

None of them forced you to talk again.

But you ended up surrounded—pressed in by warmth and soft breathing. One tucked against your side. One against your feet. One curled like a scarf around your neck. One nosing into your hands. One resting at your back like a shield.

They couldn’t fix the scars family left behind.

But they made it clear—you’d never be unseen again.

[vulpixisananimal]

[A: 6 C: 96] - The Man who Broke the World

(Boniface)

(You wake up leaning over the fence to that little vegetable patch. You blink a few times, and yaw. Great. Greaaaaaat. . . You thought you were finally done with these nightmares. Bleh. So what did ‘Frin do this time? He’d show up in a few minutes, maybe, probably, or just slip on that dumb plantain again.)

(You huff and rest your face in your hands. . . Ugh. At least maybe you could think about last night. You still felt kinda nauseous, ‘cause apparently you were thrown into the water and that freaked you out really bad. Then there was some big explosion, and by the time you and sis got back everyone was kinda scattered.)

(Stupid. You shoulda just let those two do whatever it was they were doing! You didn’t WANNA fight them anymore!!! Didn’t you promise not to?!? UGH. You rub your face, and now Perci’s probably freaking out because everyone forgot about--)

(You hack and cough, and double over in pain, nearly falling off the fence. Blood is dripping from your mouth and nose, you can see a patch of it on the ground. You’re caughing so hard your lungs might be trying to claw up your throat and out your mouth! T-that, that, c-crabthathurt. You feel dizzy, y-you, you, tried-- o-okaycalm down. You breathe in, and out. In, out. Ow. O-okay, island rules, don’t think about it. Don’t think about it don’t think about it--)

(Wait.)

(Isn’t this a dream? One of those nightmare-memory-dream-things that just replay one of ‘Frins loops, right? Yeah! And if it is then you shouldn't be able to move or do anything! You’re just replaying your role, so. . . So if you just, threw up. . .)

(You step back from the fence. For some reason, you get a feeling of vertigo as you move. Huh. You can move! That’s weird. You turn around.)

(All the trees, houses, rocks streams clocktower house of change aren’t there. But, that’s, w-what?!? You, turn around again and now there’s just the field, fence, and an endless grass expanse. That’s, what’s, what’s going on?!?!?)

(You turn around a third time, and there’s a sadness in your face.)

(You scream, and stumble back into the fence behind you. There’s, a-a, a sadness! No, two! Three! Four!!! W-what, n-nonono!!!! You reach in your pockets- your pockets!?!? You have your cloak on?!? B-but where’s your hat!!! The sadness is creeping closer, menacing, growling, i-it’s, it’s, going to, t-to-!)

[You grab their hand, they whip their head around to look at you.] “RUN!!!”

(Before you can respond, the miniature Siffrin look alike had grabbed your hand and was dragging you away. W-what, who- n-nono you can’t think about that right now, just, run!!! You run, sadness growling and spitting behind you.) “W-wh--”

“I dunno!!” [You look behind you.] “Just know we gotta get outta here!”

“B-but, who are you!?!” (You squint at them. Was this really ‘Frin? No way! B-but--)

(Before you could answer, the two of you ran into a wave of trees that weren’t there before. You followed the minifrin all while the screams of monsters echo behind you. It felt like shadows were slowly creeping at the edges of your vision, and you swear you saw something grin at you from between the trees.)

“Mewaha’a! <Hey!! Hey over here!!>” <You wave and jump in place spotting the two, before running ahead again.> “Ehwa! Amwaha!! <Let’s go over here!!>”

“Hhhu-?!?” (You didn’t have time to get any word out?!? There was a kid a few feet ahead of you waving at you. They spoke weird, but you could understand what they said, and they had a weird hairstyle. What’s going ON!?!?) “O-okay?!? Do you know them?!?”

“I unno.” [You shrug as you drag the stinky teen along.] “But I don’t see anything fishy about em.”

“HAHA!” (You burst out a little laugh, that was funny because they were an octopus- wh, wait, how do you know that?!?) “W-where are we running too!!!”

“Away!” [You’re struggling to keep up with the other kid.] “I dunno, just running and looking for somewhere to go!”

“WOOOOHOOOOOO!” <You jump.>

(You heard the new kid hoot and disappear with a jump through some bushes in the treeline that you and the kidfrin are headed right for! You gulp as you approach, close your eyes tight, and jump!!!)

(There’s a sudden feeling in your gut of extreme vertigo, you open your eyes a tiny bit, then open them very, very wide. You’re FALLING!!! Looking above you, you could see the treeline you just lept from falling away from it HORIZONTALLY! This, w-wHAT IS GOING ON!??!?!?!)

(You look down, and what you see is. . . unreal.)

(You see water flowing from a mountaintop up into an ocean, which fed rivers down onto cliffs that had cities in them at impossible angles. You saw staircases to nowhere, you saw bridges that shouldn’t exist. You saw giant buildings and weird cubes that just, float, and connect together and, a-and. . .)

(That’s when you notice that kidfrin is clinging tightly to you, crying and yelling. You wrap your arms around them and hold them close, tight. Just breathe in, and out. In, and out. In, a-and, and out. You close your eyes. You don’t know what’s going on, you don’t know what happened to ‘Frin, you don’t know why everything’s wrong, or why you haven’t woken up, or just, just why anything this weird is even happening to you!!!)

(You just, want to be okay. You’re GOING to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to. Be Okay.)

(A moment later, you felt yourself tumble through bushes and brambles and straw. You try to wrap yourself around kidfrin as much as you can to protect them. But as soon as you’re in the brambles, you’re out, and land on the ground with a thud.)

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNN--!!!!!!’ [You squeeze the teen as hard as you can. You’re on the ground, you think, but you really don’t wanna let go, you really REALLY don’t wanna let go!!!] “Ah, ah, a-ahaaaa. . .”

“J-just breathe, just breathe, you’re okay, w-we’re okay, okay?” (You’re telling yourself that just as much as this kid. You breathe in and out, and he does the same. Eventually, you stand up, still holding kidfrin.) “Wh, w-where’s the other one??”

“A, aramo! <Over here!>” <You run over to the teen and start tugging on their cloak.> “Ichawa miri? Awe naaramurara! <That was so cool! Wasn’t it?!?! We ran from those monsters n’ leaped away like some cool hero!!>”

“N-no!!! No, no, no, NO!!!!” [You pouted and buried your face in the teens cloak.] “It WASN’T! We coulda died!!!”

“Urwa’ara. <Butcha’ didn’t.>”

“We COULDA!!!”

“O-okay okay, that’s enough now, uh. . . .” (You pat the octokid on the head.) “. . . Who’re you guys?”

“Huit! <Eight!>”

“Uhm, Crux? I think?” [You huff, and scramble out of the big kids arms.] “I unno, but it could be Sif’frin but that doesn’t feel okay.”

“It doesn’t feel. . ?” (You start, but shake your head.) “N-nevermind, where the crab are we?!?”

“Huramara? <Big bush?>”

“Bleh.” (You roll your eyes, and push through the bushes. You couldn't really make anything out with all the greenery in the way, so you trusted your gut and pushed on, kidfrin and octokid in tow. You could hear something in the distance.)

“Do you know where you're going?” [You tilt your head.] “You look lost.”

“Uh. . .” (You had no idea what you were doing.)

“Try this way.” [You tug on their cloak and start in a different direction, where the noises were coming from.] “I wanna find our friends, so let's go this way.”

“Towards the noise?”

“Uh huh.”

“Emuwahamieray? <Maybe we'll find Jasmine? He likes plants and there's lots here!”

“I dunno, seems kinda far fetched-”

[You push through a little more and come stumbling out, landing face first in some dirt. Ow. Big kid helps you get up and you shake your head and cloak.] “OwwwwItold you so!”

“You got dirt on your face.” (You lean down and brush it off before looking around.)

(It's a garden! You can see a lot of gardening boxes in nice orderly rows, except one that got one side destroyed. There's a bunch of roses, a piga- pag- pu- a fancy paved part with a table chair and roof, and there's also a well and a greenhouse!)

<There's also a lightless liquid EVERYWHERE!!! It's a mess!! Who was throwing around ink!!! You lean down to touch it.> “Uwah? <What's this stuff?>”

“Probably not something you should touch, Eight!” (You grab the kids hand and keep them close, the noises from before were a lot louder, and it sounded like fighting!) “Someone might be in trouble!”

“Let’s go help!!” [You shake out of the stinky teens grip and run towards the greenhouse.]

“HEY-!” (You and Crux run after them, and just in time too! You grab Eight right as you see a sadness fly out from behind the greenhouse and disappear into dust as soon as it hits the ground.) 

“Who’s there?!?” (The voice comes from where the sadness flew from, and a figure dashed out in front of you. He was an adult with tan skin, a pin in a jacket pocket, and was holding some playing cards threateningly- OH!)

“‘ALT!” (You breathed a sigh of relief and ran up to her, hugging first, thinking second.) “Y-you’re okay! You’re okay you’re okay you’re okay I was confused and lost an’ have no idea what’s going on why do you look like-”

“Later!” (He pulls you to the side and throws cards behind you, at another sadness! It stumbles.) “I’ll be honest kid- kids? I have no idea what is going on. Just get in the greenhouse, it should be safe.”

“H-huh? You don’t know?” [You hold tight to teens cloak and look up at Alt, worried.]

“Sorry.” [He sounded sad.] “Now please go inside!” 

(You guide, and drag, Eight and Crux inside the greenhouse and close the doors behind you, but not before a couple sadness come from nowhere and dive at Altiare. D-don’t, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.)

“Ramos?” [There’s a figure in the corner, curled up into a ball. They spook to attention at your voice. They kinda look like Ramos, same hair, same body, but different outfit! Garden overalls, gloves, and. . .]

“AWAYE!! <JAZZY!!!>” <You charge and jump into their arms. That’s Jasmine!!! ‘S Jasmines faaavorite outfit! You remember it!!!> “Ehe, watewamare? <Are you okay? Why are you here?>”

“W-wha-at?” [They’re shaking, but hug the octokid despite that.] “I-I, I, w-who are you? W-why can I, understand and, F-Frin? Sif’frin?? W-why are you so, s-so small???”

“‘M Crux. That’s Eight.”

“Who are you two talking to?” (You weren’t paying attention, too busy looking around the greenhouse for anything useful. Water faucet, seeds, moths, dishes, watering can, pins, sugar? Weird. You walk over to see who it was.) “. . . Oh! Uh, Jasmine?”

“B-bonnie?” (He perks up, and hugs the octokid tighter.) “You���re okay is, i-is Alt’iare okay?”

(Before you could respond, there was a loud THUMP from the greenhouse door. Maybe now isn't the best time for this conversation.) “I, I dunno but we gotta find a way out or, or something!”

“O-okay, uh. . .” [You get and start running around the greenhouse.] “Uhm, I dunno! Could we dig out?”

“Dig out?” (You shake your head.) “That’d take forever!”

“Wheheaweh? <Why’s there sugar here?>” <You say, pointing to the sugar.>

“Uh, huh?” <Jasmine got up and walked over.> “Uhm. . . I dunno? That’s not there usually?”

“What’s with the moths?” (You comment. One lands on your finger.) 

“I dunno!” (Jasmine grabs at his hair and starts shaking their head.) “I dunno I dunno I just, j-just, I dunno what’s going on!!! W-we woke up and Sif was hurt and then there was a flash and now I’m here and, a-and, I dunno!!!”

“‘Frin got hurt?!?” (You and Crux) [say in unison.]

“I-I dunno I dunno I sorry--” (They’ve collapsed on the ground again, and you go over and try and be reassuring.) “I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry--”

(There’s another thump on the door.)

“H-hey it’s, it’s okay, you, uh, you’re, okay!” (You dunno how to comfort someone right now! You gotta figure something OUT!) “Just, j-just, uh. . .”

(Thump!)

“Wa! Ehwummua! <Hey! I recognise this dish!>” <You pick up one of the dishes on the side and hold it up.> “Emiriaha! <It’s the one from the uhm, moth thing!>”

“Huh?” [You hop over.] “. . . It might be? But why’sat important?”

<You shrug.>

(Thump!)

“I won’t get to. . .” (Jasmine mumbles, tucking his legs in.)

“Huh?” (You lean in closer.) “Get to wha?”

“. . . Never got to do that.” (They shake his head.) “th’ metamorphosis. . .”

“Ehwe naramurah. <Never too late.>” <You grab the plate and sugar and run over.>

“Don’t forget! Water!” [You fill a cup with water and a loose toothpick and join em.] “Sugar water, yeah?”

“U-uhm. . .” (They look up, face puffy with tears.) “Y-yeah. . ?”

“Okay.” [You place the plate down and pour water in it. Then you get the bag of sugar and take a pinch and sprinkle it in. Then you mix it up.]

(You squeeze Jasmines shoulder.) “You’re gonna be okay, okay?”

“. . . O-okay. . .” (They’re shaking, but nod. Wordlessly, he reaches out a hand.) “D-doit for me, knife, p-please.”

“I’ll be gentle.” [You carefully grab their hand, and get your knife you keep hidden. There’s already moths gathering on the dish.] “On three, okay?”

(Thump! You hear the glass crack.)

“One. . . Two. . . Three!” [You press the knife against the skin, then in a quick motion make a cut. Jasmine yelps and bites the thumb of his other hand.] “S-sorry, it’s done though, sorry, sorry--”

“I-it’s okay, it’s, i-it’s. . .” [They’re hyperventilating.]

“RAWAHEH?!? <WOAH!!! What’s with the moths?!?>” <They were suddenly SWARMING the dish as a few drops of blood dripped into it. There’s DOZENS>

(Hundreds, even. You keep a hand on Jasmines shoulder, and try and pull the other kids closer too! There’s so many! The whole place is full of them and you can’t see a thing! It’s loud! And, a-and--)

(There’s a thump, and a crash, and you black out.)

>>>

(Ramos) [Alex] {Nihil} <Altiare> |Jasmine|

“. . . Hey. You okay?”

(Crab. . . You feel like someone threw your head in a barrel and rolled it down a hill. You let out a groan, and roll your head. Ugh. . . How bad did you sleep? Well the bed feels nice, like you’re sleeping on a cloud. . .)

“U-uh, hello? Can you hear me?”

“Fffffffive more minutes. . .” (You yawn.)

“U-uh--”

“Let me, I got this.” 

“Oh this will go great, I’m sure.

(Wait, did you know these voices? Three, so far. They feel. . . A little familiar, but not by a lot. Like you heard them in a dream once-)

“Get up, Ramoooooos~ Siffrin’s all lonely and waiting for youuuu~”

(HuhH!?!?! Your eyes shoot open.)

(There’s a golden, glowing moth on your nose.)

(You sneeze and sit up as the moth flies away laughing. laughing?!?) “W-wha- what-?”

“HAHAHAAAA” (Said the teasing voice.)

“Don’t be mean about it! They just woke up!!” (An energetic voice retorted.)

“What about the other one?” (Said a calm voice.)

“Taking their time, they’re going to wake up soon.” (Said a happy voice.) 

“U-uh. . .” (You awkwardly look around. You, you’re sitting on a cloud, there’s a few moths fluttering around you, and one on Bonnies nose- BONNIE!!! You scramble over.) 

(Before you can say anything, you’re interrupted by a moth in your face.) “They’re okay, just tired, relax.” (It was the calm voice again. You stared at it, confused, then sat down next to Bonnie.) “Good bug!”

“What the hell is going on?!?” (Your voice is all shaky. You shake your head, then put a hand to it, suddenly dizzy.) “W-where am I, what, Siffrin, h-he-”

“Calm down, Ramos” [You kneel down next to them and put a hand on their shoulder.] “If you keep thinking too hard you’ll break your brain.”

“Hey!” (You turn, and punch Alex in the shoulder, only a second later realizing something’s a bit off.) “Wait, how are you here? And where did you come from?!?”

“. . . Huh.” [You look to the side, thinking. Ramos looked like your physical body, and looking down you look like you are in headspace.] “. . . Hmm. . . Good question. . .”

“Ooooooh you got a theory or two brewing~?” [A glowing moth with that teasing voice was talking to you.] “I’d loooove to hear.”

“Hmm? Oh! Well I do have a couple. . .” [You look at them, your brow furrows, then your eyes widen in realization.] “O-oh stars-!!”

“Awww funs over.” (The moth fluttered up and away.) “She realized, now here comes the shock and groveling and stuff.”

“Realize what?” (You turn to Alex, who was now sitting down, tugging at their hair.) “Alex?”

“That’s, that’s-”

“Mhghhuh. . . ?” (The mumbling came from the sleeping cook next to you. They yawned, and sat up.) “Hwuh? Whahappened?”

“Phew.” (The happy one fluttered up and joined the other golden moths.) “G’monring Bonbon! How’d ya sleep?”

“U-uh. . .” (They looked around, confused, then rubbed their eyes.) “Uhm. . . I, okay-ish, I think. . ?”

[You were about to comment when you’re cut off by a small cloaked figure appearing next to Bonnie. They looked like Siffrin, but much younger, and with two eyes. He looked at you and Ramos, then hid behind Bonnie.]

“Wh- Siffrin?!?” (HUH?!?)

“Stars, what-?!?” [You start.]

“Okay! Explaining time!” (The golden moths interrupt, swarming together with a myriad of other, less-golden moths into a tiny whirlwind. But just seconds after it started, it stopped with a poof, and in place of the swarm was now a bigger, much more human-like, friendlier looking moth floating in the air. They drifted down and sat across from you and Bonnie.)

“Hi! I’m Flicker!” (They wave.) “Or uhm, I guess we’re Flicker? I‘m still getting used to that to be honest- O-OH! Sometimes people call us Dreaming One too, or Dreamy! I like that nickname.”

“. . . . Oh!” (You feel light headed.) “. . Y-you--”

“Dreamy!!” (Bonnie points to Flicker in excitement.) “You’re the one who was in my dreams! Right?”

“Uh huh!! I always wanted to meet who helped out Cousin Changey!” (They nodded excitedly.) “Well we’re not REALLY cousins at all it’s just uhm, we’re friends!!! W-well mama and Changey used to be friends too but aren’t talking right now but I like to keep up with ‘em so- O-OH!”

(They’re interrupted by a hug missile from Bonnie and the kidfrin- a-and a, octopus kid person?!? You grimace, hoping that your former god would be okay with being surprise hugged like that--)

“Thank you,,,” (Bonnie mumbles.)

“Oh! N-no thank you!!!” (Moth pats for Bonnie.) “When everyone was getting frozen, they got stuck in their own dreams which I had to make sure didn’t go out of control! I’m really really glad you guys stopped the King before anything worse happened.”

“C-can, we take, a step back, please?” (You ask, holding a hand to your head in hopes that it’ll make everything make sense all of a sudden.) “I wake up to Perci, a-attacking, Siffrin, then, light, then I’m in our headspace, and. . .”

“RIGHT! YES!” (Flicker hops up as Bonnie and the others go sit down together.) “S-so, Percival ate a star that was in Siffrins chest.”

“Excuse me?!?” (You lean forward in fear.)

“S-SIFFRIN AND LOOP ARE OKAY DON’T WORRY! B-but, the wish it, it. . .” (They shake their head and rub their eyes.) “Sorry, wishes are really not something I know about, it's just that Mx. Uni is uhm. . . Busy?”

[You recognised that tone, and it made you shudder.] “. . . You don’t mean-”

“O-OH NONONONONO!!! I-I mean they’re just really dizzy and out of it because, because Percis wish did a lot a-and. . .” (They droop down and look away.) “. . . O-okay, let me try that again.”

“Not too long ago, a few weeks by mortal standards, Mother and I were contacted by Mx Changey about how something big and dangerous might be coming, and it’s to do with our domain. That being uh, the mind and dreams and shared consciousness and stuff!” 

“Mother didn’t want anything to do with it, b-but I promised to help at least! A-anyway a few days ago Mx. Uni told me what’s probably gonna happen, and, uhm, it happened! S-so, now I can tell you about it too and help out!

“Why didn’tchya tell us before.” (Bonnie grumbled, and crossed their arms.)

“Because uhm, it’d cause a pa-ra-dox?” (Kidfrin suggests.) 

“Uh huh! We’re not allowed to give spoilers.” (Flicker nodded.) “A-anyway, so. . . So, Perci and someone were making a really big wish in Bambouche, and something went wrong and now. . . Well, no-one can remember who that person was anymore, including us gods.”

“Like the island?” [You look away.]

“Yeah, like that.” (They continue.) “But uhm, whoever it was, they were really really important to Perci, and helped him really grow as a person. But without them there, all that work just, melted away. Sure the events still happened, as well as a lotta bonds that they made and stuff, but the growth it. . . It became unstitched like a poorly made shirt.”

“. . . And that made him desperate, didn’t it?” [You’re connecting dots already.] “Desperate enough to make a wish, and he wanted it to work, so he had to use the best wishing ritual he knew- O-oh.”

(Oh. You and Alex lock eyes as the memory of Loop washes over you. The desperation, the torment, the begging, pleading. . . You shudder.) 

“. . . He made a wish. I think it was ‘to bring them back’ or something like that. . .” (Flicker rubbed their shoulder nervously.) “. . . Perci was already someone who knew how to control himself and focus on one thing, that’s why he’s good at his craft. Take that, mix it with the anguish of loosing the only person that was important, and add the single strongest wish ritual ever and. . .”

“. . . How bad is it?” (You shuffle a bit closer to Bonnie.)

“. . . Well. . .” (They stand and turn, then wave a hand. The clouds part to show an impossible scene. Water flowing sideways, impossible staircases, a scenic view of a world that defies everything you know about how things work. Flicker glanced back to look at the two, three, four? Flicker turned to your group.) “. . . He shattered the walls between what’s real, and what’s not.”

“What?” (Bonnie made a face, then looked up at you. You shrugged, also not sure exactly what that means.)

“. . . That’s why I’m here!” [You snap your fingers.] “Ramos is primarily fronting, controlling the physical, or ‘real’ body, and I’m a. . . Projection from the unreality that is our system, headspace, etc.”

“Yup! Gold star! Good bug!!” [Flicker giggled, floated down, and settled onto the floor.] “Though you’re a lot more real than a projection. If you get stabbed now, your body will be fine but you’ll be, uhm, stabbed.”

“Wonderful.” [You roll your eyes.] “Well what about Bonnie, then? And who is. . .”

“Crux.”

“Huit! <Eight!>”

“Thanks, and who are Crux and Eight, exactly?” [You finish.]

“Huh?” [Flicker tilts their head.] “You mean Bonnie’s headmates?”

(. . . . .)

[. . . . .]

“. . . . HUH?!?!” (Bonnie jumped up.) “WHAT?!”

“Oh.” (Crux looks down shamefully.) “That makes sense.”

“O-oh! U-uh. . .” (Another awkward chuckle from the god.) “S-sorry I uh, thought you knew?”

“How did we not notice?!?” (You have your head in your hands, crabs.) “Nille is going to kill us.”

“EHAWA!! UHM’AWRU!! <SHE BETTER NOT! I SAVED HER BUTT!!!>” (You suddenly feel eight hugging you! It’s surprisingly nice.) “Erhuamu, uhm. . . Mawarike! Ahamaeu’HIUMMUAU!! <You’re like a uhm. . . A cool aunt or uncle or something that comes over and gives you lots of sweeties!!! So she BETTER NOT!!!>”

“A-aww, Eight. . .” (You hug them back.) “. . . Thanks.”

“. . . . . . Uhm. . . S-so.” (Bonnie shuffles on the spot, looking away.) “So, where is everyone?”

“R-RIGHT! I was getting to that.” (Flicker answered, cupping their hands together.) “Like I said, Percis wish gave him the power to shatter those walls. Uhm, we’re not really sure what he’s doing specifically, but I got a pretty good idea of what it is!”

“Oh! Oh I can guess this one!” (Bonnie raised their hand.) “If he’s anything like ‘Frin, he just wants to get-”

“DON’T SAY IT!!!” (Crux jumps on Bonnie, sending them both to the ground.) “S-sorry sorry sorryjust- j-just---”

“O-oh yeah, it’s okay..” (They get up and pat Crux’s head, then address you.) “Uhm, I accidentally tried saying their name and got hurt.”

“Stars.” [You start pacing.] “Okay. So if he’s trying to get whoever it was back, and he'd. . . He’d, be looking for anything, any way, to remember them, and if I were doing that. . .”

(You wait in suspense until Alex snaps her fingers.) “I'd scour the minds of every person I could get my hands on, looking for any scrap of them- that damn rabbit!!”

“Rabbit?” (You tilt your head.) 

“The one that was in Siffrins head when we fought Perci, and it showed up just now in our garden right before those sadness attacked.” [You shake your head, chucking.] “So all we have to do to find him is follow the white rabbit.”

“But what about the others!” [Crux tugged on your shirt and had a pouty face.] “We gotta save them too!!”

“Y’know. . .” [You grin and pat Crux’s head.] “I have a feeling following you guys might be the best idea to find our family.”

“Really?” [Crux looks up at you with wide, excited eyes.] “Woah. . .”

“You found us already, kid!” [You’re really smiling now, confident. You turn to the Dreaming One.] “Anything else we should know?”

“N-not really! You uh, figured most of what I was gonna say out already!” [They rub the back of their neck awkwardly. Ha! Impressing a god? Something to gloat about later.] “You’re good kids, Bonnies! A good buncha moths! You’ll do amazing, I know it!”

“BOOYAH!! <BOOYAH!!>” 

“YEAH! We an do this!!!” (Bonnie cheers alongside Eight.)

“O-okay, uhm, t-thank you, Dreamy. . .” (Crux give them a shy smile.)

“Hehe, good luck everyone! And tell Ember to stop being so scared! ‘Mkay?”

“Who-?”

“Oh yeah! Also!” (Flicker turns to you.)  “Ramos.”

“U-uh-!!” (You jolt to attention. You?!? W-what did they want with you!?!?? Your eyes were to the floor.) “Uhm. . . y-yes?”

(You felt a lump in your throat. You ran away from them. You left them, you left them and repressed them and threw them away only coming back to ask for help they’re gonna be mad they’re gonna be so mad at- S-SUDDENLY, YOU FEEL YOURSELF WRAPPED UP IN A BIG, SOFT, FLUFFY HUG! YOUR GOD IS HUGGING YOU!?!?)

“You’re the best kinda follower I coulda ever wished for. Even if you’re not a follower anymore.” (They squeeze you.) “Thank you!”

“I. . . “ (Oh you’re gonna cry, you feel the tears.) “B-but, but. . . Why. . ?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” (Flicker giggles, then hops back.) “Because I said so, dummy! Okay bye!!!”

(And before you could do anything, you feel a sensation of falling backwards, before jolting up next to Bonnie in your garden.)

[renee-minkowskis-therapist]

And without further ado, time for the Minlace post because I don't feel normal. To be clear, this isn't one of those ships where I think it is canon or want it to be canon: I think their relationship works great as it is. However, that said, I am OBSESSED with the idea of these two being girlfriends. Partially because they're my 2 favorite characters in Wolf 359 and I love that they're also awesome together, but also, oh my GOD, their dynamic.

The sheer RESPECT between the two of them, for starters. In S2 they're competing over who gets to be in charge, but in S4 they're absolutely on the same team and it's a glorious thing. The fact that when Minkowski doesn't trust herself to run the station because she feels like she's lost control, when she's at her lowest, it's Lovelace she trusts, Lovelace who isn't even *human* but who she knows will take care of her and her crew... the fact that Lovelace, who is terrified of losing control again because the first time that happened everyone died, is *desperate* to give command back to Minkowski because she *trusts* her... Lovelace knowing in the S3 finale that Kepler won't win because he's up against Minkowski... one of my favorite traits in a ship is the feeling that they're on each other's side and respect each other's capabilities, and hoo boy do they have that.

They know each other SO well! In 49, Lovelace knows that Minkowski is scared to retain command, and Minkowski knows that Lovelace is too eager to be a martyr, and then in 53 when all Lovelace has to do is look at Minkowski to know she isn't okay...

Speaking of 49, OH MY GOD THE TIME LOOP. The idea that Minkowski was the only one who had ever been stuck in one before this, and she felt alone and couldn't even tell Eiffel and Hera, and then Lovelace gets stuck in a time loop and tells her about it and Minkowski is the only one who believes her... my girls have so much in common, even aliens fucking with them.

Lovelace in the season 2 finale pushing Minkowski out of the way of the shrapnel and almost getting herself killed. Yes, I know that's just Lovelace being her self-sacrificial self, but it's also a GREAT moment for Minlace.

The treadmill scene in 50! The passive-aggression with an undercurrent of trust and respect running through! Minkowski trying to help Lovelace realize that she's just hurting herself! "It's not your fault." God, I love that scene so much.

I also LOVE them in 61. Second base is going to kill an evil CEO with guns together. And then Lovelace breaks free of Kepler's commands because she can't hurt Minkowski, and they have this whole scene. God, this broke my heart.

I know we're all butch Lovelace truthers here and I respect it, but I always imagine Minlace as a butch/femme couple, with butch Minkowski and femme Lovelace. I don't know why. It brings me joy. I'd totally draw it if I could, but unfortunately my art skills extend to stick figures and that's it.

To conclude, Isabel Lovelace is the only one good enough for my girl Renee Minkowski, I love them, and I hope they meet back up and go to the theater sometime when Lovelace gets back from her well-deserved tropical vacation.

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[thatfriendlyanon]

i think part of my problem is i lived with my best friend for two years of my life and have been searching for the same feeling of joy & acceptance & support ever since

[nikolas-ghostbusters-fixation]

Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is how everyone thought Egon had gone insane. What Happened that made them think that. They've fought a gigantic Stay Puft Marshmellow Man TWICE (counting the 2009 video game because iirc it's canon? Correct me if I'm wrong), fought an interdimensional god, fought a blood thirsty ruler that killed thousands and was hated by all that was trapped in a painting (and managed to get in to beat him by making THE STATUE OF LIBERTY start walking down the street with slime that reacted purely based on vibes), found an underground abandoned transit system full of the moodslime, had a bathtub try to eat Dana and her baby, fought a giant murderous black widow lady, fought the fisherman ghost who turned an entire hotel floor into the bottom of a ocean, and that's not even mentioning them getting trapped on an island that randomly raised up from underwater that had been abandoned for decades created by Ivor Shandor who worshipped Gozer. So what did he do or say that made everyone else think he'd gone insane?? All I can think is maybe he was acting strange / eratic before, but he's always been like that to some degree.

I don't know. It's something that I've been thinking about. The correct answer is 'it's not that deep and they needed a reason that the others weren't together anymore and weren't aware of Egons death or know what was going on,' but also. What Was He Saying that prompted everyone, including Ray, to think he lost his mind when he'd been right almost every time before that.

I'm genuinely so curious as to what he was up to before this. What was he doing. What insane idea was working on prior to this or was he even working on anything at all??

Also want to clarify this post isn't negative 😭 I really love the newer movies and their lore / the newer storyline / characters, I just like thinking about small stupid things like this. Gives me something to think about / speculate about / figure out an answer to.

[psychopomp-namine]

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[anarchypumpkincowboy]

Someone put the blonde man in a time loop

[doctorwhoisadhd]

theres just so many interesting things you could do if you staged chimes of midnight tbh....

[mackthecheesy]

rip to the person in my dream last night who i was in a time loop trying to save </3 woke up before i ever could

[frogatz]

smth abt fark waiting for spark every time . explaining it all however many thousands of times they met like that

[snekdood]

ik we talk about "karma" in the sense of "whatever you do will come back to bite you", but in a more realistic sense it just means action. every action has a reaction, etc. which is why its incorrect to blame your god/gods for the way you're mistreated in life bc 1. everyone has free-will and 2. they dont have control over the wheel of karma (at least not in hinduism), so when you're mistreated, you shouldn't ask "what have I done to accrue karma in the form of mistreatment" you should ask "why do these people suck so much", lol. it's not your god/gods punishing you, its other people exercising their free will and choosing to use it in a way that makes them suck as human beings 🤷 dont let people get off the hook by blaming the gods or some sort of nebulous "karma" you cant pin down, blame the people for being pieces of shits, dont let them think they're not actors in this and are just dutifully mistreating you on behalf of the laws of karma, bc they aren't, thats not how karma fucking works.