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fishfission-dc · 1 year

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Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 8: Duke)

<<Part 7: Damian | Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

Duke: My turn!

Bruce: Finally I can count on something normal.

Bruce: [migraine noises]

Dick: I feel like this information and Damian is a bad combination.

Damian: Grayson, I am offended you assume I need lessons from Duke on how to lead troops

Tim: You should bring the beard back Bruce.

Steph: Yeah your amnesia era was kind of a slay

Barbara: My dad’s Batman era was not a slay

Jason: Well maybe slay in a different sense-

Duke: That’s all behind us we’re moving on!

Bruce: I don’t think-

Jason: Bruce sit down and don’t pretend like this isn’t exactly what you did to form your child gang

Bruce: I don’t-

Steph: Look into our eyes, Bruce, and tell us, your crimefighting children, that you did not start a child gang

Bruce: Hn.

Tim: That’s what I thought.

Steph, Barbara, Cass: [hysterical laughter]

[talking over each other]

Dick: That is not what I looked like!

Jason: I looked so much cooler as Robin than that!

Tim: I looked cooler because I had pants, I can’t speak for you two.

Damian: My costume has been improved vastly since that iteration.

Steph: Alright, traffic cones.

Duke: Okay really not the point

Barbara: Seems like this step should’ve come before the outfits?

Duke: It was my first time starting a gang let me live

Jason: Shouldn’t “training” have been part of-

Duke: This is not open for criticism thank you

Steph: Yeah only Bruce can critique Duke’s child-gang leader skills as a fellow child-gang leader

Bruce: [noises of general regret]

Bruce: Why does something absurd always happen with you guys when I’m gone

Tim: Maybe because nobody in this house knows how to cope with loss or something I don’t know

Dick: Also it gets so much worse Bruce

Dick: I mean that wasn’t exactly your fault

Jason: Cop Batman didn’t seem to agree

Barbara: [sighs]

[talking over each other]

Jason: Woah woah woah

Tim: Hired??? You did not hire-

Damian: I did not say that?

Jason: Also I don’t remember being asked nicely I remember saving your a-

Dick: ‘Specialist’ sounds pretty cool and professional thank you Duke :)

Steph: Is that Damian in a Court of O-

Damian: The situation was resolved I am fine now

Tim: “Beat up some bird guys”

Jason: I mean besides the imprisonment and attack on a school and Dick leaving us in the dust for a hot second there that’s basically what happened

Dick: I did not-

Bruce: Excuse me?

Duke: Don’t worry about it :)

Tim: That’s n-

Cass: [signing] The Court of Owls is still-

Damian: That is libel

Steph: What a cute picture

Jason: Weren’t there casualti-

Duke: I have no idea what you’re talking about everything was fine in the end and everything is good!

Bruce: I am... so worried about all of you

Barbara: Well anyway let’s keep that streak going, it’s my turn. >:)

<<Part 7: Damian | Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

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kraenny · 1 month

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The gang is here

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that-culdesac-kid · 11 months

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So, let's talk about Tamarack and Qiu's "fancy outfits"!

I was looking back at the fancy outfits post from two years ago, and I find it interesting that gb patch said they're for two different occasions, because I initially thought they're for the same events (like a school play or something). So I figured it'd be fun to look more into them and guess what those "two different occasions" are!

Totally not because of favoritism, let's start with Tamarack!

It seems like she's wearing a dirndl dress. The overall shape and design match the key features you can usually find in a dirndl (close-fitting bodice with cross lacing and low neckline, blouse underneath the bodice, wide high-waisted skirt with apron), and I think it'd make sense for her to wear it since she's part German.

While I was searching about this, I actually found some kid dirndl designs that look pretty close to the one she's wearing. I think these might be the vibes that gb patch/the sprite artist were going for? So pretty!

But what prompted Tamarack to get all dressed up with such a pretty dirndl in the first place? This is just my personal guess, but I think it might be for Oktoberfest. It's one of the events where dirndl is usually worn, and the time frame will really match the autumn setting of olnf.

As for Qiu, he's dressed in black tights and has his hair in a neat bun like he usually does in ballet class, so it's save to assume that he's wearing a costume for a ballet performance.

I was looking at ballet costume designs on the internet a while ago, and I think his outfit might be a combination of these two:

The first design has similar-looking buttons, floofy sleeves, and overall shape of the lower part, while the second design has matching belt, collar, and overall shape of the upper part. Though, this is just me guessing and the outfit was most likely created with different inspirations in mind.

Sadly, we can't really tell what kind of performance he'd be doing from his costume alone. My best guess is he's dancing for a ballet recital, though it'd be unusual to have one in autumn since they're usually held in spring. So it's also possible that he's dancing for other kind of performance or for a competition.

So... To sum it all up: we will probably have a Qiu-focused ballet recital moment and a Tamarack-focused festival moment in step 1. It's pretty exciting to think about the possibilities!

#guess who came back from the dead..?#sorry I disappeared for so long.. I don't have any interesting excuse like those writers on ao3 but I hope this post can make it up to you!#our life #our life now and forever #gb patch #tamarack baumann #qiu lin #olnf #olnf rambles #tamarack rambles #qiu rambles

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that-ikea-alien-plush · 9 days

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religion is actually pretty cool its just the fandom sucks

#pagan #paganism #witchcraft #deity work #hellenism #kemetism #rodnovery #i guess i do mean christianity and islam too #like people literally misunderstand gods all over the world #while theyre actually pretty cool #i sincerely believe allah doesnt hate minorities #hate me ig if you want #i think no god would ask you to murder for them but pop off i guess?#people misinterpret the holy books that were told from mouth to mouth in a language that is already dead then it was written in a language #that is already dead and then translated into all the different languages when the words had fifferent meanings back then #and they create the image of god who hates minorities becahse they dont want to admit that its actually bad to do that #like bro chill

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tea-time221 · 7 days

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i did the twitter trend

GUYS IM ALIVE!! i havent posted on here in forever but my glorious return has been chaperoned by gencio

love those guys

#DARRLINGGG GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAILLLL /ref #the way i drew lucios hair here is inspired by @/luciomywife over on twitter shoutout him #idk how i got into this dead rarepair #but i hope to wake some of the fandom up from their resting places with this #overwatch #gencio #farts n sharts #lucio correia dos santos #genji shimada #hanzo shimada

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bonefall · 2 months

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My birthday was a couple days ago, and I got to see my bio dad for the first time in a while. He surprised me with the fact that I have a little half-sister, whom I've never met and who was adopted about two years back. So, I wondered if any situations in BB mimic this or have a theme of "secret siblings" or "secret family"? Sorry if this is a weird ask; this blog is honestly just such a cool little place and I love the way you approach the subject matter and take the flawed misogynistic foundation of the WC books and make them so much better (JUSTICE FOR BUMBLE!!!). I've also learned a lot about healthy and unhealthy relationships here and am really glad for your deep dives on Squilf and Bramble. Thanks, Bones!

Not weird at all! I really like exploring all the little nooks and crannies of complicated familial dynamics. I think one of the untapped strengths of WC (that the writers seem to be unaware of) is how their MASSIVE cast allows them to present all sorts of unique dynamics. So I like to pick up on it, since they don't.

For secret siblings...

I'm pretty heavily leaning towards Ambermoon being adopted by Wildfur, as a surrogacy. Something feels correct about it. Especially since Icecloud is getting retooled into a post-Battle of the True Eclipse birth, and a major supporting character in AVoS-era stories as a friend of Alderheart.

Thinking about it, I should zoom in and expand this. Maybe have Icecloud, somehow, acquire forbidden knowledge that would invalidate the Queen’s Rights and he (transman) struggles with if he's going to use it to expose his parents as an excuse to help Ambermoon.

(Especially since Ambermoon and Icecloud are basically nothing alike. Amber is independent, bold, and vain. Ice is jessie pinkman big-hearted, disorganized, and deceptively meek if you look past his "chill" demeanor)

But that's wip-- there's also Breezepelt and the Three, who are going to have an actual friendship. In particular I can't unsee Breeze and Lion having a deep one. I know I commit the Cardinal Sin of borderline himbo-ifying Lionblaze in BB, but I can't help it.

Hollyleaf ended up nabbing a bunch of his most violent roles to make her villainous descent smoother narratively, so BB!Lionblaze's story ends up being more focused on Ashfur's abuse, comic relief with cats in other Clans (something that the very serious Jay and Holly have a hard time providing), and the emotional fallout of the big reveal and Bramblestar's turn on them. Breezepelt slots neatly into that.

They were friends. Lionblaze's whole life came down around the reveal, everyone looking at him and his siblings differently, like they're suddenly something terrible. Why can't we find a silver lining, Breezepelt? Why can't we call ourselves brothers if the whole world is going to do it anyway? So much is changing, but THIS doesn't have to, we will take their weapon and turn it to armor, my ally, my friend, my brother.

(and when Breezepelt is lashing out at the three because of the Dark Forest's influence, Lionblaze is there, taking the blows and trying not to give in to the impulse to send him flying with a single paw)

There's also Harespring and Kestrelflight of WindClan and Owlclaw of ShadowClan. All of them are from a single litter between Whitewater and Mudclaw. She was going to raise the three of them alone as ShadowClan cats, but when the sire was smote, Whitewater felt they were cursed.

She was able to give the oldest two to their bio-uncle, Torear, but the weather was so bad that day and the runt was so sickly and small that it surely would have killed him. I don't think Owlclaw ever finds out why his mother always treated him with suspicion, but it did mess him up horribly.

Over in BB!DOTC, Thunder Storm is getting more half-siblings earlier. Clear Sky and Falling Feather had two daughters-- Pale Sky and Tiger Sky.

I want to explore the way that the various stages of Clear Sky's life acted on his kids. How any little curiosity Thunder Storm had about the life he might have had if he wasn't abandoned is crushed by seeing kittens who weren't. How Clear's favoritism of his oldest child set the trio against each other from the start. How this idea of "love" is toxic yet intoxicating.

It feels good to be the golden child. The power it gives you over his sycophants is satisfying. To know you, and you alone, have what someone else craves. Problem is, that's conditional, and it's cruel.

What Thunder Storm learns from his time with his biodad is that Clear Sky is not his father at all. He's taught him exactly what he DOESN'T want to be. There may be similarities-- in temperament, in physical prowess (though BB!Thunder is three-legged, he's still ripped), in taste and senses. But Thunder Storm's father is Shaded Flower.

(BB!Gray Wing died in the first book, rescuing Shaded Flower from being trampled by a horse. Xey're a patron of wisdom, Shaded Moss is taking the role of fatherhood to Thunder)

His sister is Rainswept Flower. His mom is Bright Storm. If there was a bond he could have had with Tiger Sky and Pale Sky, it dies simply and cruelly on the knife they used to cut each other out.

Pale might have wanted to mend it, she was the gentler one. But she dies in the First Battle along with her mother. Tiger Sky is too stubborn to accept any help, should Thunderstar offer it, and Thunderstar isn't in the business of begging for others to like him.

Naturally I'm lowkey obsessed with them lmao. I need to make a BB!DOTC overviewww

#I have a perspective on half siblings colored by a dynamic in my family #The generation above me has two siblings who had an awful biodad and an amazing stepdad (who did officially adopt them)#And there was nothing ''natural'' or good about how one of them was obsessed with their biodad.#It was influenced by his surroundings and did nothing but drag an incredibly toxic man back into his sister's life #Over and over #But anyway the son used to tell me ''theres no half in siblings''#The daughter adored her halfbrother through the mother who raised them-- but was adamant that her biodad's newer kids were nothing to her #I guess I agree with the son. But not in the way he believes it #There's no half in siblings because you either Are. Or you are Not.#You have a shared experience with having that person as a parent or you don't. And that's what's unchanging.#It's not the blood; it's the sweat and tears. But anyhoo #Personal details of my life aside #Tiger Sky and Pale Sky are Clear's Dead Angel Fetus Children in-canon. I think that was Weird.#So instead I made them. Not. Dead angel fetus children....#They're characters now lmaoo #Better bones au #I think Tiger Sky (i call her Tigs in my head a lot) is one of my favorite kit saves ever though #She's not going to be from the last litter either. I haven't picked who the mom is yet but he does have even more #At least one of those is going to make a grab at power but um. Sparrow Heart will not react Well.#BASICALLY lads I'm cooking. My revamps of the DOTC characters basically write themselves because I am very fond of them.#Clear's youngest: ''OH I JUST CANT WAIT TO BE KI-"#Sparrowstar: ''-lled.''

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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months

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For everyone who wanted bullfighter Nando when I mentioned it the other day, here you go :D

+ this one I don't feel like coloring yet(imagine he's in Ferrari colors!!!)

#did you know bullfighters dedicate their kill to a friend or member of the public by giving them their hat?#i really wanted to draw silly vettonso where fernando offers seb his hat #seb retires from bullfighting(yeah its an au now) and fernando in his green costume is like;#'here is my hat. now will you come back from retirement? 🥺'#but yeah feel very abnormal abt that ^ and also the thing abt them having someone who helps them get into their costume as a sacred ritual #theres just a lot of thoughts and ideas floating around in my head bcs of it #anyways i liked drawing this but it was very suffering too and took me like 5 hours #its like. you see the intricate embroidery and im like ah! omg! i love painting details!!!#and then remember im not the best w coming up with ideas for the embroidery pattern itself #so pls bear with me 😭😭 mainly i was trying to reference the diamond logo of renault #but most of it kinda just ended up being austrian knots i guess bcs thats what my mind defaults to #i thought the shoulder pad would be the most difficult but that came together the easiest and made the rest actually work in my head #aaahhh also im surprised w the angle of his face! im usually not good at side profiles as well as tilted down heads #but i think he looks pretty good honestly???#also w the sketch i just wanted to post it bcs i liked his face okay 😭😭😭#i wanted to paint it too but I realized im so naive thinking i could paint two of these horrifically detailed things in one session #but his face 🥹🥹 i like it!!! theres some renault era pic of him i really like where hes sun drenched and angry looking #^ and i think i captured the vibe well so!!!!!#well anyways mayhe ill draw more of this. it was fun but also like sucked my life force out bcs it kept going from easy to 'I CANT DO THIS'#the pictures of matadors are just...insane to me. tiny waist fat ass flamboyant costume. im dead 🫠#f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #catie.art.#fa14 #matador au

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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Romance Your Demons

TW: Blood, bruises, asphyxiation attempt, gun mention, violence

Happy late birthday, 🎂 @thelazywitchphotographer

"Darling," Villain growled, baring their teeth in a predatorial fashion.

"Dear," Hero replied languidly, although their eyes were glued to the criminal's balled-up fists, to their arched body, ready to pounce.

They were far too reminiscent of an old, married couple, something everyone and their mother never ceased to point out, much to both the crime-fighter and the evil-doer's chagrin.

The villain rammed into them, the hero's body slamming into the wall with an audible thud, the force just shy away from breaking something.

"Well, this is intimate," the hero scoffed, swinging their leg and slamming it harshly into their adversary's ribs, letting the criminal fall to the ground, spitting blood and a flurry of filthy curses out of their mouth.

The dagger-sharp smirk on the hero's smug face was arguably a more painful blow than that merciless kick. Villain had always been told that their pride would be the end of them.

Well, now it would be the end of Hero too.

Wiping the blood from their mouth, their fingers clawed around Hero's neck, digging into their skin, leaving scratches and bruises in their wake, ripping out shallow breaths from the hero's lungs as their pale face slowly turned a sickly shade of blue.

"You're not laughing now, are you, sucker?" they seethed, loosening their death grip around their enemy's throat by a mere fraction.

Gasping and taking greedy breaths of air, the hero still had the audacity to flash a dirt-eating grin. "No, I s'ppose not."

It made the villain wish to squash the life right out of the crime-stopper's body, to beat them to a bloody pulp on the sidewalk, to empty a gun (that they unfortunately lacked right now) into the jerk's head.

But it also made them want to pull them up against their chest and kiss the hero's cheekbones and bring that oh so pretty blush to their face and neck, one that they'd only seen because Hero was exerting themselves and not because they were flustered.

The hero had dark circles under their eyes and dry skin. They'd lost weight, and not in any way that was healthy, dropping muscle from what was once a gorgeously lean figure. They were young, but their eyes were a hundred years older.

But they were struggling in the criminal's vice-like grip, still fighting for what most would deem a lost cause, still grinning in that stupidly carefree way they did when they were just starting out, barely in high school and nowhere near as broken. And it was beautiful.

The villain wanted to curse themselves, so they did.

"What? Are we just gonna keep cuddling here together for all eternity?" Hero supplied in a mostly sarcastic tone, but the strange edge it had could almost be read as flirtatious.

Villain released them from the bruising grip on their neck, their nemesis took in great breaths of air, their body shuddering as they almost fell to the ground, only for the evil-doer to catch them with a steadying arm wrapped around their waist.

They couldn't even tell when the hero's face went scarlet.

"So, where's the part where you commit homicide?" they asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll save that for later, dove. Right now, you're all I can think about," they admitted, almost guiltily.

Surprisingly, they weren't met with another infuriatingly attractive, lopsided smirk. The look on the crime-fighter's face was nothing, if not utterly dazed.

"M-me? But I'm a mess. Like that one article so eloquently put it, I'm a cocktail of problems in a spandex suit with a few witty catchphrases," they replied, laughing humourlessly.

Villain's grip around their waist tightened subtly. "You're just tired. Sure, you could find great use for a physiotherapist, a haircut, a whole, new diatery plan, some basic skin care an-"

"Yeah, a whole makeover. No need to rub it in, though," they attested, only mildly irritated.

The villain rolled their eyes. "My point is, even through all this, you still manage to shine like a diamond in the rough."

"Oh so personality over looks? Got it," they chuckled slyly.

The criminal paused in their walk and pulled their enemy forward by the collar, "Do I have to spell it out for you? You're so goddamn hot even when you're not supposed to be, so awfully dishevelled, and yet here I am," they whispered, their lips almost brushing the hero's ear.

A tense moment of awkward silence passed as the crime-fighter pulled away from them, their eyes wide and their lips parted, trying uselessly for a few false starts. "So, where to now?" they said, straightening their posture gracefully and attempting to regain their composure, like the flustered mess of emotions from just a moment ago had never been.

"My place. We'll fix you up a little, and then we can go get something to eat," the villain replied, failing to keep the smile out of their voice.

"What happened to me being all glowing?" the hero teased.

"You're very lucky you're pretty," Villain snarled through gritted teeth, their hand resting on the back of Hero's neck.

They quickly tensed up, until the villain started to rub their neck, as though apologising for the damage they'd previously caused. The dark scowl was quickly wiped off their face as they watched the tightness dissipate from the hero's form. How had they not taken that adorable, little idiot out before?

"You're still good-looking, Hero. But you owe it to yourself to at least take care of yourself. Live a little." There was no mocking or cruelty, no sharp edges to their smile and nothing but gentleness in the villain's golden, honey brown eyes, making the hero's own hazel ones go as wide as saucers.

No one's ever talked to Hero like that, cared about them this way, or looked at them like they were a treasure. So, they nodded, hooked their hand into the villain's, placed a quick kiss on their forehead and allowed themselves to be lead forward.

The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Strong emotions often find themselves mixing together, melting into one another. The fine line between love and hatred defines itself by desire, a treacherous walk to make, but all the more worth it. And the heart can so strangely burn a different flame, beat for a whole new cause, adore what it used to despise, and admit what it so vigorously used to deny.

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ogh-rambles · 11 months

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Rewriting Fate - Chapter 3

chapter 2 > chapter 3 (you're here!) > chapter 4(in progress...)

word count! 2.5k+

warnings! none a/n: guys i might need to forget tagging anyone on this one, it's saying i have too many words AGHAG, and ALSO renamed the series!! more short and simple

You had closed your eyes a while ago.

The puppet looked over your sound, peaceful face with curious doe eyes. He didn't understand what you were doing, however, you had not seemed like you were in any danger or pain so he had let you be.

Reaching a slim hand out, he hesitated before gently brushing a hand against your cheek. Your mouth twitched, and he reeled back, clutching his hand against his chest with wide eyes watching your every move.

Shuffling around, your head turned slightly more towards him-- allowing him to see you more closely. He relaxed his shoulders.

How bizarre, he thought. Why had he gotten the urge to do such a thing?

Pressing his palm to his chest, he could sense the power that ran through his body pulse rapidly in his chest. It fluttered wildly under his synthetic skin.

Shuffling closer to you, he placed his thin veil over your form. Laying back as you were, he faced you.

Rummaging around he pulled out the trinket that his m-- his creator had left with him before she had placed him in that unfamiliar-familiar place. It was cold under his similarly frigid fingertips, the gold glinting under the faint moonlight as if it was mocking him.

Unwillingly, the corners of his lips twitched into a frown as he looked into the stars that reflected off of the feather.

You mumbled something incoherent.

He jolted at the sound, looking away from the golden ornament to you. His gaze drifted to your hand, which had moved closer to him, limp in the grass.

Swallowing, he clutched the feather tight as his free hand inched closer toward yours. Your fingertips brushed against his own and he froze. Your hands were much warmer than his. His tense gaze darted from hands to your face, hands, and to your face again.

To his dismay, it was twisted into a slight grimace, your brows knitted together tight. It was an expression that made his chest twist and churn. He didn't like the feeling, he decided.

Unsure of what to do, he slid his palm over your hand-- trying to replicate what you had done in his 'prison'.

His fingers clumsily wrapped around yours as he hoped that his visible joints wouldn't bring you any discomfort. Looking up from your intertwined hands, he watched as your face relaxed.

It brought a strange fuzzy feeling within him that he couldn't quite understand. His shoulders sagged as a small smile blossomed against his lips.

It was alright. He would ask you what it was once you were awake.

A soft tickling of what you think is a breeze against your face was the first thing you felt as your eyes fluttered open.

Clear blue sky greeted you as you adjusted to the brightness of everything around you. Groaning at the new-found stiffness that you could feel in your back, you close your eyes, going to rub at them only to realise one of your limbs had already been occupied. Your grogginess dissipated in an instant.

Turning to your side, you're immediately faced with a flash of bright indigo and a curious porcelain face. Your bewildered eyes flicker to your hand that Kuni was grasping onto before looking back up at him.

"Are you alright?" Kuni quietly asks you, examining you intently. "You are looking at me strangely."

"I... sorry, did I accidentally grab your hand while I was sleeping?"

You go to move your hand, however, the distressed expression that he was giving you and the subtle way he gripped down made you think otherwise. You relaxed in his grip and his face eased into one of content. Kuni looked back up at you.

"No, I did." Your brows raised at his bluntness. "Your face was all scrunched up. So, I put my hand around yours, like you did before, to make you all better again and it worked."

"Oh, did I?" You couldn't recall having a nightmare whilst you were asleep, but then again -- dreams came and went too quickly sometimes to remember. "Thank you."

"It's alright." His face lit up at those two words before he paused and looked at you quizzically. "Is sleeping another human thing?"

Your eyes widen. Right, you remembered, Kuni did not need sleep to function. You clear your throat.

"Ah, yeah. We need sleep to work properly." You amusedly watch him listen, hanging on to your every word. "It's another necessity for us. Helps our bodies regain energy."

The puppet did not know why you kept on referring to humans as... 'we' and 'us' and not just 'Humans'.

It was all a bit confusing to him, but he found that he liked it. Liked it when you spoke to him as if he was a human just like you... He wished to be a human just like you. But... maybe in your eyes, he was already one.

'More human than me.' You had said. Something flutters inside his chest at the thought.

A hand waving in front of his face jolted him out of his stupor.

"Helloo... You still with me?" You chuckled at his wide-eyed expression. "You've been staring at me quite a lot recently."

He nervously bit at his lower lip, remembering that he had watched you 'sleep' all night. He diverts his attention away from you to the sandy beach, watching the waves wash in and out.

"Oh... then, should I stop?" He asked. "Is it a bad thing to do?"

"No. Well, not to me at least."

His head perked up at your peppy response, eyes darting back to a sheepish expression on your face.

"Other people may think it's a bit rude though." You explained, running your fingers through the veil that you had noticed. "Just make sure the person you're staring at is comfortable with you doing so."

He bobbed his head with enthusiasm, at the sight of your smile. "Alright."

Eventually, tired of simply waiting for something to happen, you stood up. The puppet watched as you lifted your arms above your head and reached for the clouds, flinching as your body made that nauseating cracking sound once again.

He'll never get used to the strange noises your body made, he thought.

You sighed heavily as you looked around the area.

"Well. None of this seems familiar." You finally spoke after a few seconds of blankly observing your surroundings. "Guess we better start walking until we reach someplace... or meet someone, I suppose."

"Meet someone?" He asked you, with wide eyes. "Who?"

You laughed nervously before shaking your head. "Anyone who could help us."

"Why would we need help? We are fine are we not?" He furrowed his brows.

"Well, yes -- but what if it rains...? Or... we get attacked? Sleeping outside is quite dangerous, you know." You pointed out, handing him back his veil. "Plus, it's a bit chilly."

He blinked. "I'll protect you. I don't need sleep."

You spluttered, a sound akin to a horrific mix of both a laugh and a cough coming out of you as Kuni fretted over your hunched form.

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked, and you panicked at the corners of his thin lips that threatened to twitch downwards.

"No... no. I'm just being a bit silly." You shook your head adamantly, having regained reasonable composure. You continued to explain. "And... you could -- but I don't want to see you get hurt if something goes wrong."

Bright indigo eyes fluttered as he tilted his head to the side.

"Oh. I understand."

Your lips spread into a grin. "Mhm. Now let's try and find some civilization. There should be a town or something near here."

Taking his hand in yours you headed along the shoreline. Kuni staggered a little behind you before swiftly catching up, walking beside you -- curious about where you would lead him now.

Despite your valiant efforts, you could not for the life of you find where the town was. It shouldn't be too difficult to find if you were looking at the in-game layout of Tartarasuna Island, but for some strange reason, everything seemed to be blown multiple times out of proportion.

Perhaps the in-game environments were sized down for the player's comfort. You couldn't imagine how vast Sumeru might be since this island was "big" to you now.

It was getting darker and colder as the sun slowly dipped under the horizon once more, the whole day going by quicker than you had anticipated it to be.

You shivered as you rubbed at your arm with your free hand. The thin clothes you had on were not doing you any justice against the chilly breeze that drafted across the shore. You envied Kuni right about then, the male looking absolutely unaffected by the drop in temperature.

Kuni looked your way, brows pinching in confusion. "Why are you shaking?"

"It's a reaction humans have when it gets c--cold. It's supposed to help the body warm up a bit, but as y--you can see? It's n--not very... sufficient when I've got n--nothing else to heat m--me up." You attempted to speak through your chattering teeth.

The puppet frowned at this, before realizing he could help in some way. He lit up, tugging his veil off of him and gingerly pulling it over your shoulders. It wasn't something like a thick blanket, but it helped block out some of the icy wind that the Inazuman sea brought in.

"Is this okay?" He searched your eyes for approval. "I don't feel cold, so you can have it."

Nodding, you gratefully clutched the veil closer around you. "Much better. Thank you."

Immediately, he fawned at your thanks with a closed-eyed smile. "It's okay."

When you glanced over to the horizon, the last sliver of light from the sun was beginning to slip behind the long stretch of sea. You turned to Kuni with a weak smile.

"We should probably start l--looking for somewhere safe to rest tonight. I know you d--don't feel the cold, but I sure do -- so preferably somewhere that'll sh--shield us from the wind."

Kuni nodded obediently and began to search around. It was not long before he found a secluded little opening in one of the stone cliffsides that were scattered around the island. It's a bit smaller than the cave you had found the domain you found Kuni in, but it fitted both of you.

It's not a tight fit, more of a snug one as you sit with your back pressed up against one of the stone walls and the veil pulled up to your chin. Kuni leans up against the other, gazing over you almost like he was awed. You lift your brow at him.

"Are you alright?"

He blinks at you like he had just snapped out of a daze, before averting his gaze to the ground, seeming a bit sheepish. "Yes. I am... just shocked that I was able to leave that place. I thought that I would have to stay there forever."

"The domain is pretty and all but I think I'd go insane if I had to stay there forever." You retort, grimacing at the reminder of the state you had found the male in.

Deep violet eyes flickered back, catching your eyes again. He looked confounded. "But then, why did you want to go back so badly...?"

You scrunched up your face in thought before coming to a vague confession.

"I was... expecting someone to be there. Someone who could help."

Kuni's shoulders slumped at your response. "I still don't understand why we are in need of help. Who were you expecting?"

You sucked in a sharp breath, thinking of what to say without exposing too much of what you knew.

"That's--"

A strange yet warm glowing light flickered over the opening. It blinds you for only a second before a deep voice calls out, making both you and Kuni freeze.

"Is someone there?"

The voice was familiar.

The veil slides off you as you swiftly shuffled out from the nook you were huddled in, making your way out of the opening. A trembling cold hand suddenly wrapped firmly around your wrist.

Your head whirled around to find Kuni on the other end, desperately staring up at you. Shaking his head quietly, he lightly tugged at your arm. Come back inside, his wide eyes seemed to say. Don't go.

Kuni was scared.

(Scared that you'd get hurt. Scared that you'd leave him.)

Your eyes softened and you tapped the hand that was holding so fervently onto you.

"Come with me then?" You asked in a hushed tone, watching his reaction carefully. "You can protect me if things go bad."

You were sure things wouldn't go bad, you were sure who the person was. But Kuni didn't. You had to coax him somehow, since leaving him alone for a bit was not an option that he would be willing to take.

Kuni bit his lip nervously, as if in thought before hesitantly pulling himself up and taking the veil with him. He loosened his grip on your wrist, opting to hold your hand instead.

"... Yes." He whispered back. "I will protect you."

You smiled wryly at how his voice trembled as he spoke. "Of course."

Turning back, you followed the warm glow in the near distance, Kuni trailing your every footstep like a lost puppy. His hand remained tightly gripped around your palm as you both neared the light.

The closer you get to the light, the more visible the man gets and the more sure you are about who he is.

It's a tall, well-built man in a dark navy haori, the faded white fabric around his shoulders and under holding his sleeves up and tight. His dark hair is gathered up into a high bun, a widow's peak prominent on his forehead. The man's face seems kind... worried as you grow closer, Kuni still following behind you. It's Katsuragi. He looks exactly like he does in-game. Thank... the archons, you guess. The strange familiar blue glow of the pavilion is also near.

You must have gotten to him after he had reached the domain. You hoped that Katsuragi finding Kuni outside of the domain did not hinder the story too much.

"Are you alright...?" The samurai you know is Katsuragi asked, lifting the lantern closer to you. "Oh, you have someone else also!"

As the light from the lantern fell over Kuni, he shuffled a bit more behind you, eyes wary yet curious as he peeked over your shoulder.

"Ah..." You faltered, realising you had not figured out what to say after you had met Katsuragi. You hadn't expected to meet him so soon, and so suddenly nonetheless.

"You're both wearing interesting clothes... and you, the one standing behind them... that fabric seems so expensive... Just who are you two?" Katsuragi mumbled to himself, eyes darting from you to Kuni.

Another gust of wind blew over and the small flame in the lantern wavered. You shivered. Both Katsuragi and Kuni had noticed, their faces growing concerned.

"No matter." The samurai turned to face you, resolute. "Your clothes are most definitely unfit for how cold Tartarasuna's nights can get. Let me escort you both to our village. It's not so far from here."

"T--thank you."

You just about fell over from relief.

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damiandie · 1 year

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Feeling a little nostalgic, so here's everyone's favorite camp nurse!!!

I miss this funky little man

#chnt #camp here and there #i love sydney o sargent #sydney sargent #ch&t #GUESS WHOS BACK FROM THE DEAD #XDDDDD #to the very few people who check the chnt tag luv u guys #VAMPIRIAN VISONS

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youngyoo-apologist · 29 days

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OG Choi Han they could never make me hate you cause if some random rich boy was yelling at me and telling me my family deserved to die like a day after it happened and all I wanted was to know how I could get help I’d beat him up too

This plus the added fact that the Harris Village people were the first people to take Choi Han in and take care of him after years and years in the dark forest. Like he’s obviously not going to be mentally stable after all that, and he was so young when everything happened to him like I cannot blame him at all. I don’t think I can ever hate OG Choi Han like ever, he’s flawed, he has problems, but I love him dearly. He deserves the world. This kid who had to fight for his life, was taken away from his family, and in the process had to give up parts of his own humanity to survive, and like went to war two years later, they could never make me hate u OG Choi Han…

Like yeah violence is bad I guess but OG Cale had it coming(saying this as an OG Cale fan, I love him, but he was mean as hell when he was younger!)

If I’m honest, I think they were both in the wrong to an extent. Like OG Cale shouldn’t have said all that no matter the circumstances, and OG Choi Han shouldn’t have beaten him up so much. But u say mean shit and you get hit, that is how it will work when you’re talking to the guy who just saw his entire village get murdered like idkkkk man

I understand where OG Cale was coming from, but he had many issues and while he wasn’t an awful person, he was capable of doing bad things because of his own internalized pain and emotions that he never got to properly process because of his emotionally distant childhood and relationship with his father who should have been there for him more when he was younger.

Okay speaking of his childhood, Deruth isn’t the WORST father in the world but there are a lot of things he could have done better. I think a lot of Deruth’s flaws come from his fear of failure and messing up. He’s scared of doing the wrong thing, and so he sticks to doing what he knows and using what he knows best. That’s why he uses his money, that’s why gift giving is his way of showing affection, he knows that it is one thing he cannot mess up.

The problem is that money and gifts is NOT what OG Cale needed. I think what that guy needed the most was a parent who wasn’t afraid to talk to him, to ask him questions. Not to say that Deruth gave up on OG Cale, but I think in a way he gave up on OG Cale by giving up on himself. Deruth didn’t trust himself to have the capabilities to talk to OG Cale, which is why he never did. It’s because that Deruth was scared, and didn’t trust himself, that he could never face OG Cale

If Deruth was able to trust himself a little more, and pull himself together, I don’t think OG Cale would have turned out the way he did. As a kid, he probably thought the only way he could help his family without relying on anyone(no doubt this whole ‘I have to do it myself’ thing came from the fact that he couldn’t rely on his father when his mom died, and instead was acting as a pillar of support for his father when it should have been the other way around) was to sabotage himself, the only heir. If he was shown to be unfit to be heir, then everyone else would have no choice but to direct their hatred towards him instead of his family.

If Deruth had talked to his son at least ONCE when he was a kid, asking him why he was upset or why he did the things he did, I think OG Cale would have told him. Why? Because he’s a kid!! A kid will obviously want to rely on his father, if he just had one sign telling him that he didn’t have to do it alone I’m 90% sure OG Cale would have said something.

Basically, while Deruth isn’t the worst father, he’s not really a great father either. I think he does do his best, but he has issues with communication lol

OG Cale and OG Choi Han are both complex characters and had their own reasons to behave the way they did. The thing is with people is that they’re complicated and have layers, so the situation with them would have layers behind it as well with multiple co-existing truths and stuff

#guys I’m a big fan of Choi Han #and I get sad when people bring up this scene and all the blame is on him #like okay he was wrong but if YOU saw your entire family dead and some random rich boy started yelling abt how their lives were worthless #you’d be mad too no?#like his feelinsg were totally justified cause OG Cale was REALLY mean in that scene #‘their lives are worth less than the bottle in my hand’ OHHHHH OKAY OG CALE THATS ENOUGH THATS ENOUGHHHH #I love OG Cale but u have to admit he wasn’t very nice when he was younger #like the statements ‘he had his reasons’ ‘being trash was an act’ ‘he wasn’t a bad person’ ‘but he did say bad things’ can co exist #yes being trash was an act but he is ALSO capable of saying mean things and things that are wrong #LIKE TELLING THE GUY WHO JUST GOT HIS FAMILY MURDERED THAT THEIR LIVES WERE WORTHLESS #HE WAS NOT INNOCENT FOR THAT #Younger OG Cale is not a black and white character #and neither is older OG Cale but this post isn’t abt him #okay I’m gonna bring up someone who isn’t from TCF #but take Eunyung Baek from no home as an example okay #eunyung did bad things and was a bad person because of his childhood right #the reasons to being a bad person do not take away the bad things he did #but just cause he did bad things and was capable of them did not mean he could not change #I love OG Cale a LOT and I just think that his character has a lot behind it #Older OG Cale is obviously very different from his younger self #years and years of war and tragedy have matured him and like he’s not the same person he was anymore #okay back to Choi Han I love that guy I will defend him with my life #beating up people is wrong yeah but with the circumstances I’d say OG Cale had it coming #like okay it would be different if it was unprovoked but it was very much provoked #I swear I love OG Cale I just think he was very wrong for that #not to say he can’t change or isn’t capable of change he definitely is #idk I guess my point is that OG Cale was wrong but he changed as a person #and OG Choi Han was wrong for beating him up so much but it wasn’t unjustifiable #tcf #lcf

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