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footballandfics · 1 year

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driving license.

Gavi never believed in love from the first sight, well that was the case until he met you.

Since the first glance, he fell in love with, hard.

Your first meeting was all coincidence, you were at the parking lot for la masia waiting for your brother so you could take him home.

Sent you a message that five minutes and he’s out, however it’s been fifteen minutes and he still hasn’t come, so you get out of the care to see what taking him too long.

You enter the academy and then you see him talking excitedly with someone, the stranger has his back to you.

Waving to your brother to get his attention, he does not notice you because of the conversation he was having .

You decided not to waste anymore time, you go to him

“are you ready to go?” you cut him off, finally having his and the stranger attention, both of them looking at you.

Your brother seems boomed that he can’t continue his conversation, “can you wait five minutes more please.”

“Fine but hurry please” you tell him still not looking at the stranger, feeling really awkward not knowing anyone and what to say.

“Can I take a picture with you?” your brother asks the stranger, so he’s famous, now you look towards and to your surprise he was looking at you, you shared an eye contact and you break it very fast.

“sure” his voice matches his cute look

“give me your phone, I’ll take the photo” you tell your brother wanting to get out of here as fast as possible feeling shy and a cute guy made you blush.

He hands you his phone, you hurry to the camera, now your brother and the cute famous guy standing next to each other.

“Ok. Smile” you tell your brother but both of them do, you take multiple photos, he looks so handsome.

You put down the phone “thank you” you tell the stranger and he nods .

“let’s go” you turn towards the exist, not bothering to see if your brother behind you.

Not realizing that not only your brother behind also the stranger, they still talk to each other.

When you get to your car, “my sister can drive you, it’s on our way”, he laughs “what if she minds?”.

You look back at them, they’re looking at you “y/n it’s fine right, gavi doesn’t have a ride and he’s on our way we can drop him off” so he’s called gavi.

Hating the fact that your brother can talk to anybody and anyone also hating that you can’t say no, “sure”

“I don’t want to be a bother, I was going to call a taxi” smiling at him “it’s fine, we’re going in the same direction” you all ride the car, your brother in the back.

Gavi in the passenger seat, while you’re in the driver seat.

“you don’t have a car?” your brother said to gavi.

Making face palming yourself mentally “b/n it’s none of your business, sorry about him, he just says whatever on his mind”

Gavi laughs “it’s okay don’t worry, I still don’t have my license too lazy to get it, but after what he said I will start”

Then there it is the awkward silence.

“so how many months have you had your license?” He asks you.

“oh it’s actually been two years now”, he thinks for a minutes and says “that means you’re twenty years old?”

You look at him quickly “yeah” .

“no way you look younger, I thought you’re my age” younger , my age , he’s younger than you, damn here goes your chance.

“how old are you?” asking just to make sure .

“Eighteen, in august I’ll turn nineteen” he answers you.

You nod, wanting to end this conversation, it wasn’t like you really had any chance with him, he’s just another cute guy that you’ll never meet him again.

You drop him off where he tells you, he turns to you smiling before he gets out of the car “thank you for the ride”.

“you’re welcome” smiling back at him.

You thought this is the last time you’ll meet him, you were wrong every now and then, your brother will call asking for a ride.

And somehow gavi’s always with your brother, talking about football and your brother ends up asking you to drive his idol too.

You don’t say no, with the time you spend together you feel closer to each other.

Having each other numbers and chatting a lot, he’s following you on his private Instagram.

Not one day is over without both of you talking to each other, now you get to know him you like him a lot, but you’re not sure if it’s possible to be together.

One day, you drop your brother at la masia, you see gavi getting out of a car, the driver side.

He sees you and hurries to you “guess what?”.

“you get your driving license?” laughing thinking how obvious it was.

“yeah, this is my first car” nice car you think to yourself.

“will now I don’t have to drive you around anymore”.

“that’s true, now it’s my turn to drive you around” he says wiggling his car keys.

“why? I already have my car” you felt kind of sad, now the time you spend together will be less.

“because on our date, I want to be the one who driving” you nod your head but stops when you realized what he actually said.

You look at him to see that he wasn’t joking, “if this is a joke it’s a bad one”.

“it’s not, I really like you and wanted to ask you out on a date for a long time but I didn’t want you to drive me, I know it’s whatever but I want to show you that I can be your man and take care of you”.

Now you’re blushing from his words “so when is our first date?”

He smiles “tomorrow at 6 p.m.”

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mekiiiii · 1 year

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ethereal beauty

summary: a mermaid? they exist? unbelievable, alhaitham thought until he saw you while reading. a couple of peering eyes that would somehow come to a promise of "let us meet again one day"

a/n: this is probably ooc but im trying to write as close as i possibly frikin can (s/c)=scale color bc ur a mermaid babe

content: mermaid!reader x alhaitham, childhood friends, (forgotten) promises, fluff, many MANY timeskips, brief mentions of alhaithams late grandma, siblings? you have siblings, ur a dancer but also a scholar? idk what im doing, gn reader, i use mermaid more as a gender neutral term u can think of it as merman too!, ooc alhaitham🤷

pt2

(lowercase intended)

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alhaitham, a sharp kid, a mere boy who inherited his late-father's enjoyment for reading...

now was going to the docks to fetch some things for his grandmother, when he noticed a slight unusual glimmer in the water. usually it's just the light from the sun to the water, but this one was different. it appeared more vibrant.

must be his imagination, he thought.

a sleepy alhaitham, despite his fatigue, he couldnt rest no matter how much we wished. he looks into the deep night and waning crescent moon. he deeply contemplated attempting to sleep, only to release it would end in failure and waste time anyways, he recalls in a book that sometimes night walks help people sleep, so walk he did.

...

he quietly walked, slipping from his grandmother's abode to the just to the docks of sumeru city. despite the bustling city, it has gone quiet around midnight. taking a seat near the edge of the dock, he stared into the waters, reminiscing of the intriguing sparkle of color he thought he saw, and then.. he saw it once more?

this time under the light of the crescent moon..

his eyes wandered from the book in his hands and to the waters of the quiet city. staring intensely as if he was.. looking for something..

a quiet swish of water was noticed and if not heard by the boy, out of his intense staring, his gaze seemed to soften but his eyes were wide in disbelief.

a pair of glowing (e/c) orbs peered at him, slowly rising a bit more out of the water, he noted down the noticable features of the mermaid.

a beautiful shade of (h/c), (s/c) scales, elf like ears that are decorated with said scales, and of course, curious eyes.

with a slight tilt of your head, he could tell you were curious or if not, confused. unlike others, you were yet to be taught that humans could be dangerous. some with bad intentions hidden by pure facades.

you sent your greetings, only for alhaitham to tilt his head signalling confusion just as you did.

quickly realizing he didnt quite understand, you simply said,

"hello.."

the quiet tone of your voice, the unfamiliarity of his first language was understood by alhaitham.

"hello, what's your name?"

"(y/n)"

"alhaitham, that's mine."

you and alhaitham have been friends for many years now. despite your, differences in both language and life. you both have a somewhat mutual understanding of each other.

alhaitham has been busy as of late, he seems to be a bit more down lately. has something happened? is he okay? he can tell you anything, he knows that right? the anxious feelings invade your mind and fill your thoughts.

"y/n."

the quiet tone of your name shook you, but of course, you quickly hummed in response. alhaitham hasn't spoke as much, but it will always be appreciated.

"i got accepted into the akademiya, meaning we won't be able to meet for the time being."

"oh?"

he nodded,

this would upset you, if it weren't for the fact that you as well had your fair of work needed to be done. helping your brother find a partner, crowning him, helping him find an assistant that would benefit his future kingdom. as well as your sister, who you would need to finish the final preparations for the declaration of her lead of the army she dreamed of leading, as well as helping her plan her wedding.

you were busy, so was alhaitham, but what could be upsetting him?

"well, can i ask you to promise me something?"

"it depends."

"haha, real funny,"

"whats the promise?"

"let us meet again one day."

you swear you heard him laugh a bit.

"alright."

you rarely came out of the water completely, let alone walked around. however, your brothers assistant has requested you fetch something for them, as they are too busy to do so themselves and apparently, it was at your brothers request.

you walked around in a dancers outfit, customized to match nilou's. you and her have been good friends for awhile and you both deeply enjoy each other's company.

you walk from different booths and stands, finally finding the item your brother requested. finally about to go back under the waters and to your abode. you're practically daydreaming about going home and resting in the comfort of your space... being able to have some personal time to your self and-

"Ugh."

you bumped into someone... falling on your butt in the process.

looking up, to see a man with grey hair, cyan eyes with a nice hue of orange towards the iris, and disappointed frown.

you couldve sworn you've seen that face before..

"apologies." he sighed.

then it clicked.

"alhaitham?" you spoke while he was walking away.

"hm?"

you couldnt believe it, it was alhaitham, as in the one you knew as a kid? the one who read you his books, taught you the language of teyvat, promised to see you again?!

"long time no see!" you grinned

"huh? who are you?" he said genuinely confused..

you stood there in disbelief, how could he.. your childhood friend, the one who agreed to the promise, forget you? his childhood mermaid friend..

"uhm? we were childhood friends 'haitham"

"were we?"

he couldnt have seriously forgotten..

or could he? maybe this was an act for his entertainment? but he actually looked puzzled, not as if he was trying to play a game or some sort.

"hm, maybe i was mistaken, apologies."

you couldn't take the embarrassment any longer, feeling the eyes of the people around you reminded you of your errand.

who would have thought, a mermaid royal advisor would end up being a scholar, sent on a mission t understand the world above, the very life they live.

nearly forgetting that your dearest childhood friend, alhaitham, was graduated from the akademiya..

let alone a scribe and the current acting grand sage. let's just say your disbelief was to the stars and beyond.

you don't think he recognized you, or even noticed you were in the akademiya.

the akademiya was easy for you, you were all knowing and all your project topics were based on the ancient ruins under the sea, let's say you easily handled this.

but with an upcoming test you find yourself in the library studying day and night.

..not really studying more like revising of what you had gone off of.. the test was more of your general knowledge and to see what you've learned from your years of study.

and of course, you were still a breathing, living, functioning being. therefore who could blame you if you just so happened to pass out... catch a little bit of a cold... and wake up in an entirely different room a week before the test..

not that anyone could blame you really...

"sleep is needed for the human body to function, you know that right?"

who could that be, you wonder....

nah who are you kidding, it's alhaitham.

"where am i," you attempted to get up before being slightly pushed down.

"at my house. don't get up, you're sick"

oh,

you furrowed your eyebrows as if trying to process what he said, well not if trying, you were processing what he said.

you're "sick" but you've never gotten sick in your life, no matter how much you overworked, under-slept, or how stressed out you were. you were never sick, but this time you are? how could this be?

this thinking was certainly turning your brain to mush considering you were answering alhaithams questions subconsciously.

"if i recall, you've said we met before and that we were childhood friends."

"could you refresh my memory?"

you stared into his eyes, it looks like his gaze was softened, not too focused on the sight in front of him.

subconsciously, you ruffled his hair, something you used to do when you were kids. alhaitham looked puzzled on why or what you were doing, wanting to move away but hesitating, it's as if he was letting his guard down.

only just a bit though..

"im y/n, dont you remember? the mermaid?"

he seemed to remember now,

"y/n? but why are you here?"

"for fun." you yawned.. "so sleepy.."

your hand slid down to his face, eventually falling back to your side, signaling that you were gonna fall asleep once more.

taking note of your drooping eyes and your body relaxing, he rubbed your scalp as if trying to ease you into sleep..

and it worked.... you thought you heard him say something, but you were much too tired to hear it.

but you did hear a few words.

"sweet dreams, y/n"

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lattefanficcafe · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Anya Like MC With Mondstad Characters Part 1

Paimon doesn’t exist here!

Loid didn’t adopt Anya Like MC here!

You had no idea how you ended up in Teyvat.

Luckily a certain outrider found you all alone in the wild before any hilichurls did.

“Are you alone here little one? Where are your parents?”

“MC doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh… I see. Well it’s dangerous for you to stay out in the wild. How about we go to Mondstad together?”

“Mondstad? Where is that?”

“Mondstad is a city of freedom. It is also where I live. My name is Amber. I am the Outrider of Knights Of Favonious. And you are?”

(Knights of Favnius?! So this big sister is a knight?! Waku waku!)“My name is MC.”

“Nice to meet you MC.”

And that’s how you met with your first big sister figure and your gliding teacher Amber.

Amber took you to Knights of Favonious Headquarters and told Jean about you.

Jean decided that your appearance should be discussed with everyone so she called Lisa and Kaeya for an emergency meeting.

After a few minutes a lady dressed in purple entered Jean’s room.

She greeted Jean and looked at you with her emerald colored eyes.

“Well who do we have here? I wasn’t expecting such a cute guest. Hey there little one. May I ask your name?”

“My name is MC.”

“Nice to meet you MC. My name is Lisa.”

“Are you a knight too big sister Lisa?”

“That’s right MC. I am part of the Knights of Favonious too.”

“Lisa. Do you know where Kaeya is? He is late again.”

“No Jean. I don’t know where he might be.”

Then suddenly a man with an eyepatch opened the door.

“Oh. I see that everyone have gathered already.”

“You are late Kaeya.”

“Sorry about that Jean. I had a little business I had to take care of.”

(This big brother is lying… He was slacking off from his work at Angel’s Share. Where is that anyway…?)

“Oh? Well this was a surprise. I didn’t know that we had a guest. A very little one I see.”

“Now that everyone is here we can start the meeting about our sudden guest MC.”

After a long discussion Knights of Favonious decided you to stay in Mondstad permanently.

“MC. You don’t have a home in this world right?”

“Yes. MC doesn’t know anything about this world.”

“And you don’t know how you ended up in this world either. Correct?”

“Yup.”

“You also said that back in your world the orphanage didn’t treat you and other children well.”

“Yes.”

“MC…. As Knights of Favonious we have an offer for you. MC. How about living here in Mondstad with us?”

“Living here?! Really? Can MC do that?”

“Of course you can.”

“I want to live here and become a knight like big sisters and brothers!”

“My my… This kid is dreaming big.”

“It’s decided then. Amber. How about giving MC a city tour while we find a room for her.”

“Sure. Let’s go MC!”

“Yay!”

You two left the room with a huge smile on your faces.

“So Jean… Where will MC stay exactly?”

“I have a place in mind.”

“Let me guess. Dawn Winery?”

“That’s right. All I need to do is to convince Diluc.”

“Hoho… Good luck about that.”

After Amber gave you a quick city tour Jean took you to Dawn Winery.

Diluc was indeed surprised at Jean’s sudden visit with a child he never saw in his life.

“Diluc. This is MC. MC this is Master Diluc. He is the owner of this winery.”

“Wow! This place is huge!”

“Jean. What is the matter with this child?”

“Well…”

Jean told Diluc how Amber found you and what kind of decision Knights of Favonious made.

“So you want this child to stay here, in my winery?”

“Yes. This is the most suitable place I can think of. You have an empty room right? And also MC would have a guardian taking care of her. Can I trust you with this Diluc?”

“…”

“Please. She is an orphan and she has no idea about this world. I am sorry if I sound like I am forcing you but… You are the only person I can trust.”

“….Okay then. I will take care of her.”

“Really? Thank you Diluc. I owe you a favor.”

“You owe me nothing. MC can stay in one of the empty rooms in winery.”

And that’s how Dawn Winery became your new home.

Diluc let’s you to visit the city of course. Whenever he goes there you come with him.

Venti

You see him every time you visit Angel’s Share with Diluc.

“Oh hi Master Diluc! Who is that little girl? Your daughter?”

“No. She is a child I am taking care of. We have no blood bound.”

“Oh come on now! Blood bound is not necessary to be a family!”

“When are you going to pay your tabs?”

“Soon! I promise! May I ask little lady’s name?”

“My name is MC.”

“Nice to meet you MC. Would you like to hear a song?”

“A song? Yes please!”

“Very well. Then here I go.”

You were enchanted by the way he sings and plays his lyre.

When Venti finished his song you were looking at him with sparkling eyes.

“So? What does little lady think?”

“It was beautiful! Big brother’s voice was so lovely!”

“Ehe! Thanks for the compliment!”

(Now that MC thinks about it… this big brother… MC feels like she saw him before….Where…? Wait! The big statue…! Could it be?!)

(I have to pay my tabs somehow…. Now how will I do that? Oh Lord Barbatos hear my-…Wait a minute…What am I even talking about? I am the Lord Barbatos!)

(What?! That bard is a god?!)

You never saw Venti the same after learning that.

(A god disguised as a bard?! Waku waku!)

“Big brother Venti can you teach MC how to play lyre?”

“You want me to teach you? Wise choice little one! I am the best bard in Mondstad after all!”

“I..have no objections to that.”

“Thank you Mister Diluc!”

Venti agreed to teach you how to play lyre and sing.

“Say MC… Where are your parents? Are they on a trip?”

“…MC doesn’t have a family…”

“Oh…”

“Big sister Amber found MC out in the wild and brought MC to Mondstad. Then MC started to stay at Dawn Winery.”

“I see… Where are you from MC? We’re you always living out in the wild?”

“MC is not from this world. How MC got here? MC has no idea.”

“Hm… How curious… We don’t see an outlander very often. So… What do you think about this world? Did you like it?”

“This world is… weird but also very cool! MC wants to have a cool vision too! Big brother you have an anemo vision right?”

“That’s right! I see so you already learned the names of the visions.”

“Yup! Mister Diluc teached it to me!”

“What else did you learn from Mister Diluc?”

“He said that slimes are very dangerous! Hilichurls too. And weird looking mages… Abyss Mages! And people with weird masks and uniforms. Mister Diluc said that they are from very evil organization! MC actually saw one in a church but… he was just standing there…he wasn’t doing anything.”

“You go there often?”

“I go there to see big sister Barbara! She teaches me about Lord Bartobas!”

“Lord Bartobas huh? Interesting.”

“And big sister Amber teaches me how to glide! Once MC masters at gliding she can have her very own wind glider! That’s what big sister Amber said!”

“That’s nice! It’s good to see that you have a good time in here.”

“Yup! Everyone is so nice to MC! And MC loves everyone here! MC wants to live here forever!”

You love to have a chat with Venti. He always answers to your sometimes weird questions.

You also love the tales Venti sings about.

Barbara

You first saw Barbara when Amber gave you a city tour.

Amber wanted you to see Church of Favonious since it was an important building in Mondstad!

“Whoa! Big sister Amber! Look at that giant statue!”

“It’s a big one right? This is the statue of Lord Barbatos, the god everyone worships in Mondstad.”

“Lord…Bartobas?”

“No. It is Lord Barbatos.”

“Lord Barbitos!”

“Hey Amber! Good to see you!”

You turned around to see a blonde haired girl with a church outfit coming into your direction.

“Hey Barbara! How are you nowadays?”

“Oh I am fine! Who is this girl? Is she new to the city?”

“We can say that. MC meet with Barbara! She is the deaconess of Church of Favonious!”

“Nice to meet you big sister Barbara!”

“In the name of Lord Barbatos you are so cute! Did your parents move here? Where do they live?”

“Um.. Actually Barbara. MC is an orphan.”

“An orphan? Oh I see…”

“Master Jean decided her to stay at Mondstad. I am giving her a quick city tour when they are looking a room for her.”

“So that’s the case. I guess we will see each other very often then! If you have any questions about Lord Barbatos you can always ask me or other sisters! You can also come here if you have any injuries! I can patch you up in no time!”

“She is right! Barbara has the power to heal injuries. So you can come see her whenever you got hurt. Okay?”

“Okay!”

Yes you know that Barbara is Jean’s little sister.

You love watching Barbara’s dancing and singing performance.

Whenever you come to the church you see a certain men standing next to the church.

One time you decided to ask him what he was doing there.

“Mind your own business kid. I am here for Barbara-sama!”

“Barbara-sama?”

“You don’t even know her? You are hopeless. How can you not know? Didn’t you watched her performances? Barbara-sama is always the cutest and greatest! How can you not know her?!”

(What a weird big brother…MC better stay away from him…)

One time you got injured when you were in gliding lessons with Amber.

She took you to Church of Favonious for healing.

“Oh my! What happened?”

“She fell down while we were in gliding lesson and sprained her ankle. It was a light fall luckily…We weren’t gliding in high places.”

“I see… Don’t worry MC! I can heal you in no time!”

Barbara put her hand in your ankle. Blue musical notes started to surround your ankle. They then disappeared a few seconds later. You weren’t feeling pain anymore.

“How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?”

“Nope! MC’s ankle feel much better! Big sister Barbara’s powers are amazing..!”

“Hehe! I am glad that I could help!”

When you learned that Venti was Lord Barbatos you didn’t tell this to Barbara. You actually didn’t tell this to anyone.

But sometimes you can’t help but think what would happen if Barbara knew that the god she worshipped was actually none other then a drunk bard…

Diluc

Yes you know that he was the “Dark Night Hero”.

Of course you know you can read minds of people.

You think that Diluc is very cool.

(Mister Diluc is so cool! He is a hero no a secret hero defending Mondstad from monsters! Waku waku!)

When you learned that he and Kaeya were brothers you were pretty much surprised.

(Brothers?! Mister Diluc and Mister Kaeya are brothers?! Wait… Mister Kaeya is looking for Dark Night Hero…. Mister Diluc is the Dark Night Hero…! Mister Diluc doesn’t want Mister Kaeya to find his secret! …..Don’t worry Mister Diluc! MC will do her best to keep your secret away from Mister Kaeya!)

Whenever Diluc had to become Dark Night Hero but couldn’t because Kaeya were watching him you were there to save the day.

(I have to go and fight but… he is watching my every move so I can’t leave.)

(Mister Diluc is in trouble! MC to the rescue!) “Venti!”

“Huh? What is it MC?”

“…Can I borrow your lyre? I want to sing everyone the song that you teached me!”

“Of course you can! Do you remember the lyrics and notes?”

“Yup.”

“Shall we make a duet together then. You can play the song and sing. I will sing some of the parts of the song. How doesn’t that sounds?”

“Awesome!”

“Alright then. Ahem! May I have everyone’s attention?”

Everyone in the tavern turned their head to look at Venti. There was now a silence in the tavern.

“Thank you. Today me and our new little bard MC will have a duet! This song will be about a legend of a dragon!”

The show started when you started to play the lyre.

Thanks to the Venti’s hypnotizing voice and your cuteness nobody noticed that Diluc was gone even Kaeya.

By the time you two finished the song Diluc was already done with fighting the monsters and took his place behind the bar in tavern.

“Thank you everyone! Let’s celebrate little bard MC’s debut today! All drinks are on me!”

(But isn’t his tab already too much…? Sometimes Mc can’t understand certain things in this world…. If he is the god of this city… Why is he broke?!)

Yes you knew that yo just had a duet with the anemo archon thanks to your ability to read minds.

(This bard… Although thanks to him and MC I was able to finish the job.)

(I am glad that I was able to help Mister Diluc!)

(I was so distracted with today’s show that I completely forgot to watch Diluc. Whatever he won’t get away next time.)

(But Mister Kaeya doesn’t give up easily… MC better finds different plans on how to keep Mister Kaeya distracted!)

In the winery you do your best to help Adelinde with chores but… Let’s just say that you are not good at doing chores and messing things up. So you spend most of your time drawing pictures in your room.

“Mister Diluc is the Dark Night Hero. Kapow! One blow and all the monsters are dead! And MC is his secret sidekick protecting his secret at all cost!…MC doesn’t have a vision. But when she gets one she will help Mister Diluc with fighting too!”

You imagined yourself as a vision wielder and draw yourself and Diluc fighting with monsters together.

Klee

Prepare for trouble and make it double!

You two are besties. That is a fact!

Jean introduced you to Klee. She thought that it would be nice if you play with her.

Since then you two are adventuring buddies.

“Hey MC! Wanna go to fish blasting together?”

“Yes!”

“No. Klee..MC… You know the consequences.”

“Ok…Sorry Master Jean.”

“Yeah… MC is sorry too.”

“You can go out and play. But remember Klee… No bombs.”

“Got it.”

Usually Kaeya is the one who take cares of you two when you two go on an adventure.

“Hey MC! Kaeya told me about the monsters that appears in night at Mondstad pretending to be Knights of Favonious!”

“Monsters?”(Well I am sure that Mister Diluc can kill them in one blow!)

“Yup! We neeed to defend Mondstad from monsters! Don’t tell this anyone okay? Kaeya told only me about this! It is a secret!”

(…That is suspicious to be honest…)”Okay. I won’t tell anyone.”

And you were right…Kaeya was indeed lying to trick Klee.

Did you end up in confinement room with Klee? Yeah… But it was for once only.

“We need to think about our actions. That’s why we are here.”

“Okay…”

“Would you like to draw a picture with me?”

“Yup! MC loves drawing!”

“Here! I have bunch of crayons and blank papers!”

Klee drew a picture of herself you and Dodoco going on an adventure together.

You drew a picture of yourself and Diluc standing in front of Dawn Winery together.

“Is that Mister Diluc you are drawing MC?”

“Yup! This is MC and this is Mister Diluc! And we are standing in front of MC’s new home Dawn Winery!”

“That is so cool! Look what am I drawing! This is me, this is Dodoco and this is you! And we are going on an adventure!”

“Woah! You draw so good Klee!”

“Hehe! You too!”

#genshin impact x reader #spy x family anya #spy x family #genshin impact #mondstadt #venti x reader #diluc x reader #klee #genshin venti #barbara genshin impact #anya forger #genshin diluc

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destinygoldenstar · 9 months

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SLURP ; So I Finally Read 'Quest For Lost Powers' (Commentary Part 2; Kai's Lost Spark)

<< Part 1

Hello and welcome back to my commentary on Quest For Lost Powers. A book that exists because of Crystalized's incompetency.

If I'm doing homework, I'm making content out of that homework.

I already did commentary on the cover art and the prologue. Link is there if you want to see that.

We are starting this book's journey with the Fire Ninja's story.

It is a story about Kai being addicted to noodles, treating his girlfriend like garbage, and above all, whining about not having powers.

"Oh lord... Again? A f*****g gain? Nothing new, nothing changed, same old s**t. Same old f*****g s**t-"

Yeah I'm pretty sure we all think that.

GOOD FSM, DO SOMETHING ELSE WITH THE CHARACTER.

I could come up with stuff at the top of my head.

What about him trying to catch up with his parents?

What about his struggle in a healthy relationship where he doesn't need to look after someone 24/7?

His feelings about Jay as an in law?

His grief over losing his sister?

Him trying to step out of the big brother role?

Him trying to cling to his big brother role?

The forbidden scrolls corrupting him when he believes he needs it to succeed?

Him and Cole could make out-? THAT'S A JOKE.

I'm just saying. There's more compelling arcs you can give Kai.

But you know what? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised. Ever since the Wildbrain era, Kai has been done dirty.

Remember when Kai was one of the most beloved characters of the show? Me too. I miss those days.

Okay, let’s get started and see what he’s doing.

[“Look how many noodles I can slurp all at once!”]

[Sllllurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!]

Not even two paragraphs in, and we have onomatopoeia, italicized.

This is in kids books way too much.

And it drives me nuts. STOP DOING THIS.

I know it's purely pet peeve. But I don't care.

Also who actually slurps their spaghetti? My family doesn't do it, none of my friends do it. I've only seen it in cartoons. Because I guess spaghetti is supposed to be messy and it's funny to eat with an obnoxious sound effect?

[A few of the customers looked up from their meals to stare at Kai.]

See, even these guys agree with me. It's weird. This man is weird.

[“It looks like the same amount of noodles you slurped five minutes ago, Kai,” Skylor said, brushing a stray lock of dark red hair behind her ear.]

No eating the merchandise.

Also don't overeat like that. It's unhealthy.

Remember when Kai was an underaged alcoholic?

Screw you Skylor, now he's drunk on noodles. And it's your fault.

[“Don’t you have anything bet…trrr…I mean, something more important to do?”]

Like catch up with your sister? Who had been DEAD FOR A YEAR?!

[Kai wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and frowned.]

And he's got bad table manners. That's how you know he's a jerk.

[“Um, no more Fire powers, remember? There’s nothing important for me to do anymore.”]

Oh here we go again. No powers = no purpose to this man. I swear.

We've been here before. And that wasn't even a good arc the first time.

And THAT time, he was TORTURED losing it against his consent. This time was by his own call. He has no one to blame but himself.

[Veteran reporter Gayle Gossip appeared on the screen, standing on a busy Ninjago City street.]

Her name is Gayle Gossip?

All this time and I never knew her name. Wow.

[“Crime in Ninjago City has been rising steadily, ever since word got out that the ninja have lost their Elemental Powers,” the reporter was saying. “I tried to contact the ninja for comment, but they’re not returning my calls. In this reporter’s opinion, they seem to have forgotten who they really are. Powers or not, ninja, Ninjago City needs you!”]

BRUH.

Okay that's just Kai's fault. He's CHOOSING to do nothing.

I can't see his point with that other than him being a jerk.

"There's nothing for me to do"

*There's a ton of crime calls going on*

That art looks great though. He actually looks depressed, holy gosh…

[“You haven’t returned her calls?”]

[“I haven’t charged my phone in days,” he said.]

😂

PEOPLE WISH.

PEOPLE WISH THEY WERE THAT UN-ADDICTED TO THEIR PHONES.

I take everything back, Kai, you are a king.

[“What’s the point? Without my Fire powers, I’ve lost my spark.”]

I fail to see how that translates to 'it's okay to run away from my responsibilities'.

I get it, you can get depressed when you lose something that's defined you and your abilities to support and see value in yourself for so long. You can lose your spark and feel lost.

But STILL. Does he really think it's okay to just not help at all?

Unless there are other people taking care of the city, then I'd see his point. But there's NO ONE ON THE CLOCK.

Not even the New Ninja? Where are they? They were SO IRRELEVANT to Crystalized that we haven't heard from them again. Did they die?

["You’re still as smart as you ever were, and brave."]

Since when was Kai EVER the smart one?

Short answer: He wasn't.

Kai has NEVER been a bright tool in the shed.

He even stated, his own words,

"But Zane, I'm the good looks of this team. You're the brains."

[“Ninjago City has an excellent police force,” Kai replied. “They don’t need me getting in their way.”]

😂

That's a joke. Right?

When has the police EVER been reliable? In ANY show?

Any show that isn't police-centric?

[“This isn’t like you, Kai. Didn’t you lose your Elemental Powers once before? You got them back in the Never-Realm, right? Just by digging deep inside yourself?”]

Oh.

We ARE addressing that.

First off, that's what you call a plot hole. Because that is NOT how Elementals work in this show.

Second, if we ARE going with the 'you just gotta believe' story, then is this supposed to tell me that Kai is depressed? That he's lost himself? That he's suffering lack of motivation and sense of identity?

Cause that does make sense.

That actually would be interesting of a story. It's not about the powers, it's about the identity. No one needs him anymore. Or at least, he FEELS like no one needs him anymore.

In the Never Realm, people needed him, and he was able to use his 'older brother mode' to cling to that purpose.

Who needs that now? Not Nya, she has a husband. Not Lloyd, he has a dad and a disgusting new friend who likes blood for face paint.

Not Skylor cause she can do everything you can do, and she can do it better.

Wow, I feel like I'm saying "Hate to break it to you Kai, but you ARE useless." That's so horrible for me to say. Now I feel bad. I actually feel bad for being snarky...

[He slurped down some more noodles to make his point.]

FSM.

You know what, every time this man slurps, I'm slurping. If I have to suffer the noise so do you.

SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP.

[“Skylor! The potstickers are less than puffy again!”]

Who says that?! That's like saying the cheese quesadilla has less cheese.

[“This conversation is not over.”]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH

THIS MAN'S IN TROUBLE.

Oh Kai, you messed up. That's what you get for slurping.

[Sluuuuuuuuuuuurp!]

AAAAAANNNNNNDD then he does it next paragraph.

SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP.

[“THE ROTTEN RABBITS ARE IN THE HOUSE!”]

FURRIES?!

There's FURRIES in this?!

Thanks, I hate it.

[He stood up and faced the robbers. “Why don’t you bad bunnies hop back to whatever greasy garden you came from?”]

Wait, so he DOES help?

Writers, either he's helping or he's not. Pick one.

Kai gets jumped by furries.

Not clickbait.

I’m shocked this isn’t a meme. And now I’m just gonna bully Kai for it.

Remember when Kai got jumped by furries?

[“He’s Kai, the Fi— I mean, Kai the Ninja!” one of the noodle customers yelled. The Rotten Rabbit eyed Kai. “A ninja? Really? He looks like a dude in a hoodie with noodle broth stains on it.”]

Wow, we are REALLY going hard on Kai have no purpose anymore.

In Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitsu, people were actually supportive, trying to help.

Here everyone's just mocking him.

You know what, I don't blame Kai anymore. They don't deserve your help. Ungrateful b*****ds.

[“Rotten Rabbits, Hop to it!” the main robber yelled. BAM!]

Kai, the ninja who helped save the world 17 times, who forged the Golden Weapons, who obliterated the ice dragon, who weld and smashed the staff of elements, who crossed realms and lands non stop to save his two siblings,

Got his butt kicked by FURRIES.

Oh Kai, I am so sorry my boy. They did you so dirty.

[Skylor emerged from the kitchen, and her eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation.]

But this is the fourth time Skylor has seen this today.

"Ugh, just a normal day in my noodle shop. You couldn't stop with SLURP."

[BAM!] [SLAM!] [CRASH!]

SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP.

Girl gives Spiderverse Aunt May vibes.

[Water dripped from his hair and clothes as he scooped up the flopping fish and put them back in the tank.]

Even the fish are more useful than Kai. They didn't die.

[“I couldn’t even take care of a bunch of low-level goons. It’s hopeless! Without my Fire powers, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.”] [Skylor stared at Kai with a worried frown.]

Skylor be like:

I don't know how much I'm gonna take him saying the same thing over and over again. Gonna be honest.

One minute I want to hug him, and the next minute I want to slap him.

[“In other news, villages on the outskirts of Ninjago are being terrorized by a gang of people known as Fire Fiends,” she said.]

Angry Kai stans who were upset about s11 and Crystalized.

[“These Fire Fiends—they worship a giant, flaming serpent!”]

OH.

How did I forget the Pyro Vipers existed? That was like such a big deal in those seasons.

[“Aspheera created Fire Fang after she stole my Elemental Powers,” Kai reminded her. “Fire Fang’s powers all come from me. All I have to do is find Fire Fang, and I can get my powers back!”]

Is this course correct for s11?

I don't like them doing the same arc again, but I do like the idea of giving Kai closure with this Serpentine species. Because in the show he... didn't. Zane robbed him.

Continued in Part 3>>

#ninjago #ninjago quest for lost powers #ninjago kai #kai jiang #kai smith #ninjago skylor #skylor chen

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hii there! i'm the anon who had requested the kit walker reverse comfort fluff, I"m just here to thank you and say I actually loved it, it was so sweet!! I really appreciate you had also offered to alter something, it's very kind of you, but don't worry there's no need to change it, it came out really good <3!

btw, I don't want to bother you any further or anything, but if it's not too much and that's okay to ask, i would simply love if you could maybe write a part 2 to this story lol, I felt myself really engaged to the storyline and wanting to know more about what exactly happened to kit in there and all the sweet stuff in their relationship lol... anyways tysm, i really appreciate it <333

hi!!

i'm so sorry this has taken so so long , i loved writing it your prompt was amazing, thank you for your request anon <3

apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes!!

(just a quick warning, it has been ages since i watched asylum so it may not be the most accurate, regarding the actual plot so i'm sorry!)

𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

i softly hummed the lyrics to he's so fine, as i prepped the ingredients sister jude had provided for me to make the bread, which she 9insisted i do as my duty for the day.

'he's so fine,' i mumbled as i began mixing the dry ingredients,- swaying my hips ever so slightly 'i wish he were mine,'

i became slightly startled, as i felt a pair of large hands caress my hips, as i felt hot breath against my neck...kit. i had become so highly fixated on the assigned task, that sound of kit entering the kitchen his prescence hadn't even occured to me.

'hiya darlin'' his boston accent thick, yet somehow so gentle, ' didn't mean to jump up on ya', just figured i could help,'

i smiled softly at the simplistic gesture, 'are you sure? it's no bother, i got it,'

he chuckled, 'i want to help, it's no bother suga,' his hands slowly drifted from my hips as he swiftly left an endearing kiss on my cheek; to which i giggled to ever so slightly. 'now how can i help, darlin'

'mhm, well we just mix the dry ingredients, together,' kit just stared at me, listening to me intently as i spoke.

'yes ma'am.' he chuckled, as he followed my instructions.

a huge smile remained plastered on my face as i observed the handsome man before me in sheer awe, how could a man be so perfect. as i inquisistively stared at the busy, fixated kit an impulsive desire hit me, why not just throw a bit of flour on him?

so without properly comprehending it, i did so, i collected some flour and smeared it down the blue shirt he wore, he jumped back in response, chuckling at my stupididty.

'oh were playing like that, huh suga?' he smirked, as he also collected some flour, and booped it on my nose, causing me to huff and cross my arms in response.

'i really didn't think you'd retaliate,' i laughed slightly attempting to wipe the flour off my face, as kit patted it off his shirt.

'well i guess i'm not as predictable as you think, darlin,' he sniggered 'but, now we should get to work i'm not trynna have the rath from sista jude,again.'

so we got back to work, and managed to complete two trays of bread, as i continued, kit came up from behind me again.

'can i help you sir?' i giggled, as i spun around to face him, his hands gripped firmly on my hips.

'i don't know, can you?' kit's voice was sensual and smooth, 'you know, i heard ya singing earlier,'

'oh no, please tell me your joking, i didn-' i paused, i was extremely embarrassed, i was just minding my own business no one was mean to hear especially not kit, god

'hey dont worry darlin,' he caressed the side of my face, cupping it in his hand, 'you gotta pretty voice, matches that pretty face of yours.'

i shook my head in response to his rather cringey remark, to which we both laughed.

'shut up,' i joked-gently pushed his hand away from my face, letting out a sigh, any sense of motivation i had before was now non-existent, leaving me feeling agitated with no drive /to work, to which kit immediately picked up on.

'hey,' he spoke with an excited tone, 'i got an idea,'

'mhm, what?' i responded nonchalantly

'don't question it, i'll show you,' i had no desire to pick apart kit's plan, or to interrogate him or his idea, i leant against the countertop, looking at him inquisitively as he stood before me.

'just scooch forward, darlin,' i fufilled his request stepping forward, before kit snaked a hand around my waist taking my hand and waltzing me around the kitchen, causing me to giggle at his romantic jesture.

he paused as he observed me, letting go of me and hurrying behind me where he engulfed me in his embrace, his hand rested on my hip as he left soft,small kisses against my neck. he mumbled against my skin, 'god, you're so pretty,'

'kit walker, how would sister jude react to you using the lord's name in vain!' i jokingly scolded, leaving us both to erupt into laughter.

although we're in an impractical, peculiar circumstance me and kit were the only ones who truly cared and loved one another- and knew each others truths, through the negatives i'd be there and for stupid light-hearted moments like these we'd always have each other.

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syvspalace · 1 year

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How I think all the Mondstadt and Liyue playable Genshin characters text + extra stuff about their phones (slight modern au)

A/N: So before I start, heyyy 😍 I know I’ve been gone for like ages but I’ve been trying to come up with ideas. Also wanted to say that I am INDEED alive so enjoy ❤️

Rosaria:

Okay let’s be fr she probably has great grammar without even trying

Definitely uses the little ‘ (I forgot what it’s called) she gets slightly annoyed when people don’t use it 😀

Only uses dots when she’s serious

Mostly a dry texter but when she’s drunk it gets a bit better

Kaeya:

We all know he’d never be a dry Texter

Uses „Lmao“ a LOT and I mean A LOT

Allergic to dots at the end of messages (will probably use them while texting Jean or other knights tho)

He‘d be a fun person to text

Uses „~“ at the end of flirty texts from time to time but you never know if he just uses it as a joke 💀

A very fast texter btw

Rarely misspells anything but if he does it’s BAD.

Never leaves you on read (if he likes you), he either sees the message or he doesn’t

Mona:

She definitely uses a lot of commas (how you’re supposed to)

If she texts you something it’s probably gonna be a whole paragraph

She will use dots at the end of sentences depending on her mood

Never misspells anything for some reason (it’s autocorrect)

Prefers just calling you because her hands are wet most of the time

I just wanna add her that phone is definitely waterproof because her outfit doesn’t have any pockets so she drops it a lot while doing her sprint

Diluc:

Oh boy here we go

So I think he’d be more of a dry texter if you two aren’t that close but it definitely gets a slight bit better if you know him for long enough

He isn’t that slow when texting

Has left you on read accidentally because he is a very busy person and just forgot about your message (forgive him)

Very good grammar and doesn’t need autocorrect to save him

I‘d like to add his phone is on silent mode most of the times so he doesn’t get interrupted while working or being in a meeting

Jean:

Okay first off I feel like she forgets where she puts her phone a lot bc of work and stuff

Her brightness is all the way up. Literally. Like all of the moms have it

She doesn’t have multiple tabs open (surprisingly)

Okay but when she texts you she definitely says „Ok“. She isn’t mad she’s just a dry texter dw

Will add random emojis. You’ll see „😃“ or „😊“ a lot

Uses emojis as their original meaning

Overall just texts like a millennial mom

Venti:

TEXTING HIM IS SO FUNNN OMG

Understands gen z humor 😍

You will get a LOT of random texts at the most random times. For example „Just got kicked out of the angels share“ - 2 am

Texts you a lot when he’s drunk and when he does you can’t read SHIT

The exact opposite of a dry texter

Allergic to not only cats but dots AND commas

Will send you random song texts, also texts of his songs

Phone calls are very chaotic. You could be facetiming him and he’s just on some random tree

Does not leave you on read. Man’s has a lot of free time 💪

10/10 text him

Barbara:

She’s somewhere in between dry texter and not dry texter

Uses „!!“ at the end of sentences a lot

Tried helping Jean with the way she texts and failed

If you have WhatsApp you know you can post stuff in your story. She posts videos of her and the other sisters singing in the Kathedrale

Her brightness is all the way up too. I just know it.

Her chat background picture is a pic of her and jean

Definitely apologizes after realizing she left you on read

The way she texts just radiates comforting energy

Razor:

Ily but who gave you a phone 😕

He texts the way he speaks. Like literally.

His spelling is better than you think but it’s still really bad

When he remembered commas and dots exist he just placed them in sentences randomly…“lok razor. Faund rabit in, howle. Today.“

Very very very very slow texter. Might take him a good 5 minutes to write one sentence (and its not even grammatically correct)

His phone case has bite marks.

Keeps his brightness pretty low cause he burned his eyes w it once..he doesn’t trust it anymore.

Lisa:

This girl.

She leaves you on read on purpose sometimes to tease you

Also somewhere between dry textin and…wet texting??? (I mean not dry texting I’m sorry 😭)

Uses commas perfectly. Ignores dots most of the times

She definitely changed her settings so now anytime she types „i“ it corrects to „I“ immediately (I did that too 😋)

If you’re a forgetful bookworm, most of her texts are just her reminding you to not. Forget. To return. Your books. (RIP if you do)

Albedo:

Perfect grammar

Literally never misspells ANYTHING. You will never catch this man misspelling shit

Puts his drawings in his story a lot

He isn’t online that much so sometimes it takes him days to answer to your texts 😔

But if you do ask him something he will give you a detailed answer. Detailed enough to make you have to ask him to dumb it down for you

Uses „Mhm“ a lot

Medium texter. Not fast but also not slow

If he’s confused he will just use „???“

Sucrose:

I honestly don’t have much to say about her

She doesn’t text you that much

Daily good morning texts tho

I think she does voice mails most of the time

Keeps her brightness down bc eyesight 😍 (Same)

Her phone „dings“ anytime she gets a message

Keeps her tone on Incase there is an emergency

Amber:

Her phone is turned off most of the time bc she’s on duty outside a lot (the monsters could hear her)

Texts a lot like Barbara

Good morning and night texts EVERY DAY. The day she doesn’t text it is the day she died

Records cute animals she sees on outside duty and puts it in her story

Its „Yup“ or „Yep“ instead of yes

Has a mini baron bunny attached to her phone case (dw it doesn’t explode)

Her storage is fighting for its life with all those videos

Eula:

She doesn’t text a lot of people. Only the knights and amber have her number sooo 😀

Dry texter. I can smell it

Will leave you on read a lot

Basically her whole phone is blue themed. Case, background, pfp, the phone itself

Might put some Dragonspine swimming tips in her story bc amber said it’s about time she posts something in there

Her brightness is almost all the way up

Her ringtone is definitely her favorite song. (she starts moving to the beat of it when she gets calls) Will wait a little longer to pick up her phone just to listen to it a bit more

Klee:

Isn’t allowed to have a phone yet. I mean she’s 8

Does have an iPad tho (she doesn’t get it a lot bc yk she has bombs with her at all times)

If you see her with an iPad, it isn’t her first one. (She blew up a few)

Has a dodoco keychain attached to the side of her ipad

It’s kinda sad but she spells better than razor does…

Her spelling might be pretty good but her grammar is…a little off.

Will call you at random times (begged Jean to make the cocomelon music her ringtone)

Diona:

She has discord. I just know it.

(I wanna add that she vents about her dad and alcohol in her notes app)

Anyways she definitely says „K“ instead of „Okay“

Her screen is a bit sticky because of all the drinks she mixes

Uses a lot of question marks in a..rude way? „So???“

While calling she leaned her phone on something while mixing a drink. The phone landed in the drink. (This happened at least once)

Fischl:

Long paragraphs and the meaning would be „wanna meet up??“

Tries texting in a cool and fischl way but if she ends up misspelling anything she’ll be embarrassed and blame oz for not correcting her (she can’t stay mad at him)

You will see a bunch of commas in her texts bc they are so dang long 😭

She has discord too. You can’t tell me otherwise

Her phone is on dark mode 🙏 one of the only phones that WON‘T burn your eyeballs

One of the main reasons she misspells stuff is because she has an eyepatch (does this even make sense 💀)

Bennett:

Bennett…..

Starting off with his phone- it’s cracked. Like really cracked.

His phone was supposed to be waterproof but it turns out it actually isn’t

Cracked screen..you can’t really tell what you’re looking at when he tries to show you a pic

Has at leas 10 different viruses (same)

Also someone that uses „!!“ a lot

I recommend calling him instead of texting because he can barely see what he’s writing 💀💀💀

Calls are VERY VERYYY chaotic because of his bad luck. One second he could be showing you the ducks in cider lake, the next all you can see is water and seaweed..

His phone falls out of his pockets all the time. He also drops it onto his face a lot

Yknow what just stick to voice mails for the sake of him 🙁

Noelle:

Clean phone, not a single crack in the screen

A sweet dry texter

Uses „hehe“ from time to time

Good morning and night texts everyday no matter what

I think she uses these a lot: „:D :) :( :/“

CLEAR PHONE CASE idk she just gives me the vibe 😭

Her alarm and ringtone are calming songs. Like I would wake up to them and actually be productive, makes ya feel motivated and shii

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Zhongli:

This is gonna be hilarious

A dry texter but at least he uses „Okay“ instead of „Ok“

The PERFECT grammar and spelling. Dots and commas are being used, these ‘ too

Every single message is like you’re reading some kind of book

He tries his best understanding memes give him a break 😭

Looks at his phone in that one dad angle

Brightness all the way UP and tons of tabs OPEN. „I‘ll get back to them“ you know damn well.

Doesn’t use emoticons but he does use emojis…rarely. The occasional „😁“

His ringtone is either some ancient Chinese song or something…exotic? 😭 I don’t know how to describe it

Leaves you on read a lot but doesn’t understand what’s so bad about it till someone tells him

Good morning and night texts but make it EXTRA. It’ll be those pics with „Good Morning“ on them in cursive and flowers and glitter in the background (pls tell me y’all know what I mean)

Childe:

Not a dry texter but also not an extreme fun texter like kaeya (but that more)

I feel like he uses stuff like „huh“ and „oho“ a lot

He seems like a person that would use „LOL“ more than „lmao“

Another person that doesn’t use dots 😍

He knows how to use emojis ANDD understands gen z humor

Texts you a lot of dark jokes when he’s supposed to be working for some reason

A lot of his texts are him asking if he should buy you something (if you say no he will anyways btw)

He travels a lot so he sends you a lot of pics of sights in different nations ❤️

Ningguang:

The way she texts is elegant and idek how to explain it

Sends you a lot of fit pics (I wouldn’t mind)

Uses a lot of shortcuts when talking about work related stuff

Her phone case is beautiful I just know it

Puts videos of the view from the jade chamber in her story (when she has the time to)

I think she’d send a lot of voice mails bc she knows her voice is just YES

I feel like she has a lot of people blocked for whatever reason 😭

Beidou:

Uses a lot of shortcuts in general

Might send a few memes here and there

Also somewhere in between dry texter and fun texter

Her story is full of videos of the sea and crux introduction videos

Has a lot of contacts (every single crux member, ningguang, merchants, …)

I feel like her pfp would either be a pic of the sunrise or a funny pic of her face

Her phone is waterproof for obvious reasons !!

Hu Tao:

Black phone case black phone case black phon-

Her phone case also has a chain on it and it looks super cool 😋

Definitely a fun texter

Uses „HAHA“ a lot and sends you a bunch of memes

Puts videos of her pranking people (mainly zhongli) in her story

Her pfp Is either a ghost or a funny pic of her (I think it would probably be the funny pic)

I think she would record videos of her talking to ghosts and send you them at 3 am 😭

Definitely has different prank ideas in her notes app

Xinyan:

Her ringtone is one of her songs

Her phone is on dark mode too

Okay xinyans phone is very cool looking. Its all different shades of black and red and uahsjsjs 😍

Not a dry texter either and understands gen z humor

She probably uses „AYEEE“ a lot Idk why I think that but I can just see it 😋

Also Part of the discord gang

Yanfei:

Clear phone case with rosé outline. Change my mind.

Definitely has some important notes in her case

This girl has a to do list in her notes app.

I don’t know if she would be a dry texter or not but tbh I think it depends on who she’s talking to

Not a single tab open and that honestly scares me..

Her alarms aren’t even that loud but she has NEVER missed any

Xiangling:

Yet another person that uses „!!“ a lot. And yes that specific amount of them

Her phone is definitely waterproof just incase bc she hunts a lot yknow

Puts a lot of videos of herself hunting and cooking in her story

She’d text „YESS!!“ a lot when people suggest ingredients for her dishes

A sturdy phone case with a guoba sticker slapped on it

Keqing:

When she texts you it’s like she’s writing some kind of report

Dots, commas, ’ and sometimes skips a line

Never forgets the question marks at the end of questions

Good morning texts but no good night texts (idk why I just feel like it)

ALSO has a clear phone case.

Qiqi:

Sweet little baby.

I don’t know her physical age but lets just say she has a phone 😭

Definitely forgets she has your number and gets confused when you text her all of a sudden

Has a drawing of a cocogoat (that she made herself) as pfp and background

Has forgotten her pin multiple times and when she wrote it down she didn’t know what the numbers meant so she just told baizhu her pin 💀

Forget good morning and night texts you’ll get foot afternoon texts

Such a dry texter. You could think she’s dead.

Yunjin:

Okay she overuses GIFs and I know it

Most of the things she sends you are videos of her singing (not complaining)

She’s gonna have links to websites you can get tickets on in her status. I just know it.

Texts a LOT like barbara and uses „<3“ a lot (wether its sarcastic or not)

Her, Barbara, Nilou, Xinyan and have a group chat called „IDOLZ🌟“ (Miss Hina might be in there too)

Ganyu:

Oh lord.

Now you’d probably think her phone is all organized and stuff but NO its…pretty messy

It’s an organized mess. She knows where the stuff she needs is but if YOU saw all that your brain would over heat 😭

A BUNCH of reminders and alarms (the alarms are each 10 minutes apart for the morning invade she falls asleep after waking up)

She definitely uses „😂“ as laughing emoji

Dry in the non driest way possible iykwim <3

Still doesn’t know everything about her own phone

Xiao:

I don’t think its possible to get dryer than HE is

He is trying okay 💔

You think he wont be able to understand this technology? WRONG

This man is a full time gamer and streamer

Definitely tries to show Zhongli how everything works (now he needs to work on his dryness)

He’s a dry Texter and he KNOWS so he will send random memes from time to time to lighten the mood 😋

Xinqiu:

Definitely NOT a dry texter

He understands every single reference you make ❤️

Will share fanfic links with you everyday. (Please bmf Xinqiu)

He texts back really quickly even tho he’s supposed to be busy doing guild stuff???

Screenshots of funny quotes from stories he’s reading and the BEST recommendations!!!

Chongyun:

• Inspirational quotes in his status, no ghost sign as pfp and the drawing of a really famous exorcist as his wallpaper

He‘s basically like those football obsessed boys but with exorcism…and nicer

I think he is dry but just a TINY. Bit

Brightness all the way UP to „train his eyes“ (don’t ever look at his phone without wearing sunglasses)

Yelan:

Not a dry texter at ALL

She def flirts over text a LOT (gives her a confidence boost along with the one she already has)

She always knows where you are. Just don’t ask why

Will text back even MID FIGHT.

Probably has one of those THICK but fancy phone cases

Also has a waterproof phone since she’s wet a lot (🤭)

Face times a lot because she just always looks good so why not

YaoYao:

Definitely has an iPad too

Surprisingly texts in full sentences and has really good grammar 💪

(Not much because I don’t know a lot about her yet 😭)

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A/N: I hope you liked this because it took AGES to complete 😭

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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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What are your headcanons for the rest of Bergil's family? When I was younger I always imagined that maybe his mom was pregnant when she was sent away during the war, and then after she came back Bergil had a little sister. I think Iorlas is his mom's brother? and his grandfather in Lossarnach is his mom's dad. Iorlas and Beregond get along great. No idea what Beregond's side of the family looks like aside from "dad exists". Any thoughts? ~meg

Okay so I DID write an answer to this a couple days ago when you first sent it, Meg, but then tumblr ate my reply and I was too frustrated and busy and in pain to try to write it again. BUT I'M BACK!! LET'S TALK ABOUT MY FAVORITE GONDOR FAMILY!

Oh dude I am so glad to hear I'm not the only one who headcanons that Bergil has a baby sister! I dunno what it is about Beregond, but he just gives me "has a daughter" vibes, y'know? Like dads who've only raised boys are one way, but dads who've raised girls just have something different about their personalities, and I think Beregond has that.

Originally I thought that Bergil's baby sis was just a couple months old when the women and children had to leave Minas Tirith, but I think I like your take on it even more...just the constant anxiety thrumming in the back of Beregond's mind like "my wife is with child and I have to get out of this war alive so I can meet my new son or daughter" is just.....mmm. *chef's kiss* Tasty tasty angst, you love to see it.

*hums under my breath* Gotta go, gotta get the job done, gotta start a new nation, gotta meet my son—TAKE THE BULLETS OUT YO GUN—

I think it's a safe guess to say that Iorlas is Bergil's maternal uncle. Families in LotR tend to pass down similar names (Baranor, Beregond, Bergil...Eomund, Eomer, Eowyn...Arathorn, Aragorn...you get the drift), so everyone on the paternal side of the family—that is, Beregond's side—probably has names that start with B.

.......Which then gives us a bit of a clue what Beregond's wife's name might be!! It probably starts with "Io"! And their daughter's name might too. 8-D

(LotR language nerds, what's a good feminine suffix for a Gondorian name?? Asking for a friend. Totally don't need it for fic writing or anything *cough* And don't say Ioreth, that one's already taken.)

It's also probably a safe bet that the maternal side of the family comes from Lossnarch. Beregond was probably born and raised in Minas Tirith, and when he got married, his wife came to live with him in the city.

ABSOLUTELY Beregond gets along great with his in-laws, how could he not?? :-D Bergil seems to speak of Iorlas as if he's a constant fixture in his life, so Uncle Iorlas probably comes to Minas Tirith pretty often. Maybe on business? Perhaps he has a job that requires a lot of travelling, like a postal courier? And sometimes Beregond and Bergil and the whole family to go Lossnarch to visit the grandparents too. Bergil thinks Uncle Iorlas is the coolest guy ever (second to Dad).

As for Beregond's side of the family...I dunno. I feel like if he had any brothers on active duty, we would've heard about it. But I also doubt that Beregond was an only child, given how most ancient cultures tend to place value on large families. Maybe he only had sisters?? Would explain a bit about him, actually. If his father and mother are still alive, said father was probably too old to be of any use in the City when the war started, and both of them left with the other refugees early on.

......I don't know why I feel like Beregond's mother is dead. Probably just because most of the women in LotR are either dead or missing. I really do feel like she's not around anymore, even though I have absolutely no evidence to substantiate it.

But I can DEFINITELY tell you 1000% that there was a heckin' baby boom in Gondor after the War of the Ring—it is an observable trend that humanity's first response in the aftermath of wars and other widescale tragedies is, for SOME REASON, to procreate—so Bergil very likely had a new baby sibling within a year or two after the Ring was destroyed. Hahaha giggidy

#asked and answered #beregond #bergil #iorlas #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr meta #heacanons #my writing #my blog: is very innocent and celebrates platonic relationships above all else #also my blog: i have statistical analysis to suggest that they then proceeded to make a baby

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The Forest, the Trees, the Fire I: CATALYST

Chapter 9

chapter 9.......... Authors: @ectolemonades, @attackradish, and me Artist: @/crunchysart

For the full characters list, word count, content warning, and a directory to all the currently available chapters and related content, see the Table of Contents!

full summary: The world outside of Amity Park has learned about the existence of ghosts, and the time for first impressions has arrived. The delicate public consciousness could be disrupted by the slightest ripple. Danny Fenton is being ripped apart from all sides, and when he finally breaks, the ripples will be very big indeed.

warnings: none

words: 2227

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January 23, 2007

Tucker looked at the note again to avoid having to look at the stained concrete that made up every corner of the building. The yellow paper was smooth and almost white at the edge from his rubbing it, but the ink was still intact in the center.

"Really wanna help ghosts? Join the magic defense squad. Tuesday, 6 pm, 1042 Larch St."

It was the most goth piece of paper Paulina had ever handed him, but to be fair, it was also the only piece of paper Paulina had ever handed him.

Why not? Magic was real, he was fully familiar. It certainly could be used to help ghosts. And most damningly, if his classmates started trying to use it without someone like him there to watch them, things would get real weird, real fast.

Plus his mom nearly jumped for joy when he said he was staying out after school! So that's good.

And now, here he was, 45 minutes early to a high school cult meeting, with the freshly re-stolen scepter of Duul Aman in his backpack just in case, loathing every second of his day.

…Maybe 45 minutes was too much. He left his PlayFriend at home. Time to memorize the cracks in the floor.

The door opened and shut with more echo than the tiny building should have been capable of.

"Oh! Tucker?" Jazz Fenton entered with two entire bookbags and a clipboard.

"Woah, what are you doing here?"

"Aren't they doing that 'magic defense' thing here?"

Tucker frowned. "How do you know about that? I thought it was just between high school students."

"Some regulars at the Skulk 'n' Lurk are joining because they have experience with occult literature. Spike texted me because she figured I'd have some experience."

"Okay."

Jazz set her bags on the floor and laid out her jacket to sit on.

"…And do you?"

"Have experience?"

"Yeah."

Jazz grunted. "I guess as much as ghost business can be considered magic. I've never done any spells or read any real magic books or anything, but… I don't know. I read a bit out of Showenhower's tomes back when I wanted to publish on him. Talk to Dora once in a blue moon."

"Well, Jasmine Fenton, we've reviewed your resume and found that you have at least three times as much relevant work experience as anybody else in Amity Park. You're hired!"

She snickered.

They fell into a calm silence.

Next time the door banged open, it was half an hour before the meeting and it came with the sound of Goth music on a speaker. "Oh, man, are we back to being at the center of everything that goes on around here?"

Tucker almost tore his invitation. "Oh my God, Sam!"

"Yeah, yeah. Hello again, Ghost Getters of Amity Park. Your hero is back, or whatever."

Along with a backpack as big as Tucker's little sister and her portable CD player, Sam was carrying a few folding chairs under her arm. She mercifully set some up.

Jazz stood to help. "Didn't you move away?"

"Well, yeah, but not because I wanted to. What about you, weren't you off in Pennsylvania?"

Jazz looked away. "Home seemed more important than college for a bit."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I could see that about now. But yeah, I got detention for trying to rekindle the pro-ghost movement on my first day—"

Tucker grimaced. "Oh, man, do they have Guys in White out there, too?"

Sam dropped her bag on the ground, and it sounded like there could have been a corpse in there.

"No, that's the weird thing! Let me finish. I was trying to get a good discussion going about ghost rights, right? And a couple kids were saying confidently that ghosts couldn't think, or whatever, but most of them just didn't care. Like, they'd never thought about it before. They just ignore the fact that this whole species is out there and nobody has decided whether they're allowed to exist or not."

"Huh," said Jazz. "I guess it would be easy to consider it none of your business if you don't see ghosts every day."

"So why'd you get in trouble?"

Sam grunted. "I guess because I wouldn't shut up even when people stopped listening. I thought it was relevant to the class, since we were talking about psychology, but the teacher didn't like it when I 'tried to stir things up'." Sam broke out the finger quotes and deep voice. She must have been pissed about it. "So, yeah!" She smiled wryly and crossed her arms. "In Littleriver, Michigan, they don't silence you for thinking ghosts are people, they silence you for thinking ghosts."

The room was silent as the teenagers contemplated this. At the heart of ghost activity in the living world, it was easy to not notice how the rest of the world was reacting to news.

"And yeah. I ran away a few days ago. Hit up some keepers I knew at the Skulk 'n' Lurk, I've been staying with them. Heard that somebody from the class wanted to use magic to help ghosts, came so I could maybe keep them from accidentally killing us all."

Tucker tapped the legs on his chair and listened to the ting! reverberate around the room. "Yep," he said into the silence. "That's pretty much why we're here, too."

Sam pulled out a book. "Well, then. Maybe we can even get them to do some good, if all three of us are here."

They didn't say anything else. Tucker couldn't force any more words out of his mouth. Do you forgive me? How are you doing? Can I forgive you? How's your grandma been? Do you understand why I never called? Did you know Lola's got a recital next week?

No. He was choking, and he figured Sam might have been, too.

Next time the door opened it was two minutes late, and came with the clamor of a quarter of a high school class and some extra goths.

Paulina quickly found the center of the room, never making eye contact with the three who were already there. "Alright, everyone! Set up a chair and gather your resources! We've got an agenda to set!"

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Three days later, in the same grungy building, Jazz was perched over one of the Amity Park Public Library's myriad ominous unmarked hardcovers when something else crossed her mind.

"Has anybody heard from Valerie recently?" she asked.

Sam and Tucker both paused in their research to realize that, no, they hadn't. Sam hadn't heard a lick since she moved. Valerie hadn't been at the Nasty Burger, either.

"Not since lunch last Friday," said Tucker.

Sam had to wonder what things had come to, that they could go so long without seeing one of their friends and not even notice.

"I asked to meet her on Wednesday so I could add her to the comm system," said Tucker. "She hasn't responded."

Jazz closed the tome and folded her knees up under her chin thoughtfully. "Do you think she—"

A shocked cheer came up from the other side of the room. Star was carefully holding up her laptop so Mikey and Dale could read something on it. Mikey looked like he was going to burst.

Sam climbed to her feet to look. "What is it?"

Star's eyes were wide. "The ghosts are standing up for themselves."

"Not only that!" Mikey grabbed the laptop to show Sam. "Phantom wrote the notice! He's some kind of ghost king!"

Sam stopped. He's what? Oh, God. Danny, what have you gotten up to without us there for you?

Jazz put a hand on her shoulder. She must have looked mad. She shook it off.

Tucker slid around her and grabbed Star's laptop. Sam tried to look while he read, but he twisted out of the way. Asshole.

After a few seconds, Tucker rubbed his hand over his mouth and inhaled. That was never a good sign. He only did that when he was trying to figure out how to process something without turning it into a joke.

"He's signed as 'High King of the Infinite Realms'. And some other stuff too. He's said that ghosts need a voice among the living, and if they don't get it they'll—"

His voice cracked.

"They'll go to war."

Holy shit. That didn't sound like Danny one little bit. Something was wrong.

Jazz bit her hand softly.

"Seems fair enough," said Kwan, who was stationed over a phonebook on "find people we can interview" duty. "We can't get their perspective if they don't get a chance to talk, and the government would have no clue what to expect from a military move if they, y'know, didn't say it."

"It's way too violent!" said Dale. "America's not gonna want to give 'em a stage if they come out swingin' like that. You're supposed to go in with, like, open peace if you want peace back. If you go in with threats everybody's gonna be scared of everybody else."

"Well…" said Monica, who was on plant use research. "We really didn't know anything about what ghosts are up to in the Zone. We didn't even know if they had a military— well, okay. We knew, 'cause we've seen it. But, like, the government hasn't seen it. And they already know what to expect when they're dealing with other countries. It is diplomatic to say 'hey, JSYK, here's what we're gonna do and how we're gonna do it if you don't like our terms."

"Isn't that pretty much mutually-insured destruction?" Brittany said.

"Assured?" Monica suggested.

"Yeah. Like, only keeping everybody from fighting because they'd all die if they did."

Tucker finally spoke up, shakily. "Well, he said they didn't want to. So that's gonna have to be good enough. We'll just have to hope they get a chance to talk."

Jazz was looking at Sam suspiciously. Probably expecting her to argue with someone. Well, Sam was still figuring out how she felt about this, and she didn't have classes with these people anymore, so who cared if she got involved in their debates or not?

"So Phantom became some kind of royalty since we last saw him?" Dash mumbled, looking up at the ceiling like it might have an answer.

"The High King!" Mikey said. "Whatever that means."

Ginny from Skulk 'n' Lurk joined in. "Could be like that guy who took over a couple years ago. He claimed to be a 'the' ghost king. Maybe Phantom took over from him."

"Or he was royalty the whole time!" said Paulina. "Could have been hiding it for some reason. Or avoiding it."

"Then how could the big viking guy be the ghost king, Pauli? Huh?"

"I don't know! It was just an idea, Jesus. Maybe they're related."

Sam finally shook herself off and dragged Jazz and Tucker outside while conversation shifted to whether it could have been a different "Phantom".

"He's in trouble."

"No duh, Sam."

Jazz tried to get under the eave to keep out of the snow. "Could he have been lying about the Ghost King thing?"

"God, probably not," said Tucker. He scuffed the gravel with his boot. "He's always getting into stuff that's too big to handle."

Sam regretted coming out here. It was fucking cold. "How long do you think that's been going on?"

Nobody had an answer.

"Well, obviously we've gotta help him," she said.

Jazz nodded. "As far as I can tell, though, all the portals are gone."

"Crap," said Tucker. "Does anybody have a way to get in touch with Wulf? Or… uh… any other ghost?"

"No, sorry."

"Well!" Sam clapped her hands. "We'll just have to put all this magic research to use, then."

They all came back inside to a truly riveting discussion about ghost surnames. Sam couldn't focus on her research for the rest of the evening.

Danny, why couldn't you stay safe, just this once?

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Sammy,

Look at you, running away like this! Just like your mother and just like me. I knew you wouldn’t back down from the things you believe in. Hopefully your mother comes to her senses with all of this nonsense and realizes the apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree. I swear, that woman needs to take the stick out of her ass.

It was so silly of your parents to up and move, what with my condition and the roots our family has grown in Amity Park over the years. Your friends back home will be so happy to see you. I always liked having them around the house, and I know you’ll be safe with them. It’s impressive how smart you young ones are. Back in my day, ghosts were only in stories we told each other at night. I always believed in them a little more than that, though.

I hope this will remind you how loved you are and that at least one person in this family believes in you. You know I don’t have long left, bubbeleh. I may not get to see all the things you accomplish. I hope I don’t become a ghost, but if I do I’ll be by your side helping you win this fight. Don’t forget how much your grandma loves you.

May God bless and keep you, Grandma Ida

#danny phantom #my writing #invisobang 2023 #ftf catalyst #the forest the trees the fire

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2/2 of 2x08: ‘why is she acting like this? Is she okay? Oh god, is she sick? What’s wrong deb? Talk to me, redhead! *deb tells vic about ben* please, for the love of everything i own, stop talking. Why are you still talking? I said STOP! Twist your words? Deb, girl..that’s what you said, do you want me to rewind the tapes? AND TO SAY THAT TO VIC?! YOU WISH HE WASNT WHAT NOW? Listen to me Deb, straight still gets hiv. MIKE GET BEHIND ME, I MIGHT HATE YOU BUT I GOT YOU! OH NO HES HEARING HER! WASTING AWAY TO NOTHING? AND SHE SAYS THAT TO VIC OF ALL PEOPLE?! Poor vic. Fought for his life and now his sister says all that?! *pauses the tv and looks at me all scared* just so you know, i would NEVER say something like that to you. I might be an idiot but I’m not *waves his hand at the tv* that dumb…can you get me another soda?’… ‘he’s more sad for vic than himself? Damn, he has his nice moments. Deb, why would he have to tell you about Ben? That is literally none of your business. What’s up with you and Ted? SHE FORBIDS HIM FROM DATING BEN? Man, i hope Ben fucks the shit out of Mike this episode. I’m talking can’t walk for a week type of fuck! Because yall are pissing me off!’ And now the scene with britin is up!!!! ‘Ohhh look at them. Getting busy! Why is Justin talking about Ben? What is going on this episode..Man, ben has to have the craziest hiccups this episode. THATS RIGHT BRI! ITS MIKES DECISION! FINALLY SOMEONE WHO IS SMART! *pauses tv* justin. No. Please never do it raw. You can’t trust anyone THAT much. Cheating exists. And also you and Bri Bri don’t exactly have the most….how shall I put it nicely? Ethical relationship..is that respectful? Idk either way *shakes his head* no blondie! Brian..smack sense into him, don’t encourage him! GOOD BOY! EXACTLY BRIAN! Condoms are your best friend *shakes his pill bottle* next to these lil shits. HE WANTS HIM SAFE! AND HE WANTS HIM AROUND FOR A LONG TIME, YOU MIGHT AS WELL SAY I LOVE YOU! (My name) did you hear that?! He wants him safe! And around! FOR A LONG TIME! That’s like many years! I cannot wait for him to say i love you to Justin! Would be a dope finale. Like *pretends to be brian, ig* “Justin!!! I love you. And i wanna be with you!” Yeah that’s the shit!’ My heart breaks for when he’s gonna see the finale. ‘Brian looks good. Leather jacket, messy hair…i fuck with it. Ohhh i like Brian and this bandana chick! Look at him taking his kid to the park. OH FUCK HER PARENTS *the scene in the park with that random lady comes up* the fuck they do?! I bet Michael just got a boner hearing her say that..Brian..Brian, come on i was rooting for you! Not to be the devil’s advocate but at least his reasoning was nicer in some weird way.’ He just scoffed at the sight of Deb so i’d say he’s doing well ‘Deb..you’ve talked enough. I think you should be quiet for the next 3 episodes..oh vic forgave her way too fast! Couldn’t be me tho’ ‘…no offense but if your parents don’t like you, you really shouldn’t care..but i get it, our greatest fault as human beings is the need we all have to be loved, it’s the only thing we all have in common. *look at me as if he just saw me* ice cream! *goes to get ice cream*’ I honestly wonder how he would watch this if he wasn’t high as a kite. ‘Is justin blowing a strap on?? Go off, i guess! Oh shit oh shit! Oh the dad is having a blast. i am honestly impressed that brian is quiet’ The scene with Ben and Mikey is on and he is not okay ‘NO MIKE NO! I mean do what makes you feel comfortable but NOOO DONT LET THEM GET TO YOU! But also I support your decision but fuck’ this obviously ended with him going for a smoke and is currently outside talking to mom and lying about why he was MIA, he also tried to turn the subject on qaf but failed badly bc his attempt was ‘how would you feel if i had a boyfriend with hiv?’ It was followed by ‘no mom, i im not gay. I’m not. HE IS JUST A FRIEND’ Keep my soul in thoughts and prayers because i am going through it.

AHAHAH YES. Exactly. Deb is such a fucking hypocrite. Ugh she is the worst about Ben’s HIV. And then Michael makes it so fucking awkward when he confronts Debbie IN FRONT OF BEN.

Your brother screaming about a) wearing a condom and b) I WANT YOU SAFE AND I WANT YOU AROUND FOR A LONG TIME is all of us. He is in the fandom. Brian DOES love him.

“our greatest fault as human beings is the need we all have to be loved, it’s the only thing we all have in common” - I know you described him as a himbo but Brother Anon is spitting some serious thoughts here.

Asking your mom how she would react if he had a boyfriend with HIV. I am dyingggggg. I love you brother.

Thoughts & Prayers Anon. You are truly doing the lord’s work.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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night-unfurls-its-splendour · 2 years

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NETFLIX PERSUASION LIVE REACTION

Okay, so far not so bad

*Anne drinks wine from the bottle, "single and thriving*... nevermind.

I say, What an oddly proportioned bed!

This is a lovely room... for, say a cottage.

Isn't the point of Anne that she doesn't have any hope of Wentworth? Isn't that what this whole thing is about?

Wait I'm sorry I didn't see what Mrs clay was saying there I was busy staring at her... wayward figure

Anne did you wake up in a daze that your put your blouse on the OUTSIDE of your dress?

I like these Crofts.

I wouldn't even mind the fourth wall breaking, if this dialogue was anything Anne Elliot would ever say.

Is that a shift?

If this was TRYING to be Tumblr Dialogue absurdist Jane Austen I would LOVE the empath line, but it's not trying to be that so I can't.

I'm struggling because I hate this scene of her with the wine bottle at the window but she's wearing a shift under those stays and that butters many parsnips for me.

Your hair is also suitability... appropriate *her hair looks like she just rolled out of bed*

That is... too big to be Uppercross Grange. This is as bad as the House Inflation in Emma.

Could we have cast someone [as Wentworth] who actually has a jaw please? Just once?

Oh look a brief glimpse of actual dialogue!

"Charles wanted to marry me first!" WHO IS THIS WINE AUNT?

Hilarious that Charles hasn't even like talked to Anne in this version?

I need to roll that back, because I must not have any occasion to miss this terrible dialogue -- my sister

*laughing at the blackbeard line*

This is not dance music

Wow do you have enough mascara on?

Oh I see she finally decided to put her hair up

Self-care! The words "self-care" just... *pounds chair arm* CAPPUCCINO! --my sister (fun-fact, the cappuccinos we know today were first known to exist IN ITALY, in the 1930's)

The height difference between Mary and Charles here is about the difference between Alice and Jasper in the Twilight books

This guy would make a better Edward Ferrars

Shifts but no bonnets...

The location cards on this movie out here in your face like the new covers for the Twilight books

What is with them and casting my sisters babies as Harvill? First Joseph Mawle now Edward Bluemel

Take a drink every time Anne takes a drink

Can we stop casting musicians as Austen heros?

"You've never had trouble speaking for yourself." Ummm

Ah yes schmoozing, prostrating oneself before the superiority of woman, very attractive

The only thing Henry Golding would be good for in my estimation is playing Sulu by that ship has sailed. He's too mustache twirly for anything else

I want Anne's green redingote

I just wanna say "hes a ten--I never trust a ten" has the same flavor as "my mother's oft repeated warning echoes in my ears: never trust a man who can dance" from Fifty Shades of Grey. Even if that line wasn't in the movie the association is enough to make me cackle like a fish wife.

I love how Anne always has a hangover in the morning

Richard E. Grant is just such a perfect Sir Walter

Okay for what this is, Dakota Johnson is actually doing a fine job

This is one of those Period dramas where all the awful characters are dressed impeccably well in things that you want to wear SO BADLY and the character you're supposed to "relate to" is dressed like a slovenly peasant, because the people making the film think that tasteful and intricate clothing is bougie and ostentatious. Like bitch you don't understand what ostentatious was in 1816.

The Octopussy speech... I... *downs whole glass of dry Vermouth*

Bitch what quiet dignity? You put jam on your lip!

I like everything about this version except for the leads, her costumes and the dialogue

He just does not cut a fine figure in his uniform. He's not dashing.

Is this concert in the daytime????

THOSE GLOVES ARE FISHNET

Why does that dress not fit

Put a feather in her hair and she'd look like a whore

Here we've all been bemoaning Dakota Johnson when the worst thing about this adaptation is what they've done to Wentworth.

I'm changing it from taking a drink every time Anne does to "every time Anne is a total wino"

Edward Bluemel is such a wonderful Harvill.

"The Universe" is invoked so many times here because we're allergic to religion

Bath Marathon? BATH MARATHON!

Guys the problem is I'm not moved at all. I feel nothing. At all.

What is this music?

Oh look a wedding! That's different

Why is Mr Elliot even in this version?

If he was a better Wentworth I would be really enjoying this wedding day sextant scene

My sister: *slurring because we've had a lot of prosecco* did she just wink.

Afterthoughts

Not Enough of the crofts

I'm VERY dissapointed that this petty bitch wino version of Anne didn't get to go off about Dick Musgrove. Which just proves that this is an adaptation of the Cliff Notes and not the actual book.

#height difference #netflix persuasion

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ankhisms · 1 year

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ok heres my ep 47 and 48 live reaction thoughts

ep 47

the meteor landed in 1999 i wouldve been one year old...

still dont really understand if the worms are life forms from a different planet brought over on the meteor or if they come from some kind of source of life that was on the meteor and upon crashing on earth they came into being. i doubt were going to get an answer but also im just putting too much scientific thought into one of the most ridiculous random bullshit happens [affectionately] kamen rider shows

the opening of this episode is interesting because were getting flashbacks of very early kabuto and its interesting for me to see the aspects of the early show which i really liked, the kind of horror elements of the show that i feel like kind of tapered off towards the middle of the show and now i wonder if were reintroducing that kind of existential dread as we finish the show. the last episode certainly had that kind of horror of existing at all

well now everyone just has worm detection necklaces i guess idk how they made that happen but okay

not gorou chan is so mad about the idea of zect disbanding which is typical business guy behavior like the threat is gone and we are no longer needed? no i want more power

KAGEYAMA STEALING SEVERAL OF THE NECKLACES HELP

lets make the hiyori chef debut menu waaaaaa

i knew it was tendou attacking the truck of the necklaces because he doesnt want hiyori to be killed. cries

misaki is like dude. you cant ask kagami to kill his boyfriend. we already did this at the start of the show

now what the fuck is not gorou chan doing with tendou two. why did he stroke his hair like that like. ummmm

RENGE HAS BEEN SHOT I REPEAT RENGE HAS BEEN SHOT

ep 48

augh the wife finding out her husband is a worm with their baby in her arms and the husband being killed was really sad like god. made me think about how many other incidents like that happened yknow

hiyori and jyuka cooking in the kitchen together.. sisters... crying

ok renge is alive thank fucking god and tendou brought her food in the hospital.. i guess he hadnt meant for her to get hurt then thanks tendou

is kageyama fucking dying good lord. NOPE OK HES A WORM. ALRIGHT. SURE. HE WAS A WORM THIS WHOLE TIME I GUESS

oh i KNEW not gorou chan was gonna try some shit. talk about a hostile business take over

shoutout to tendou for saving tendou two that entire reveal about tendou twos backstory was so fucking horrifying like yknow what i think the guy is allowed to be a bit blood thirsty and batshit after all that. what the fuck truly

their plan is to fucking. make everyone into worms i guess. what in the god damn

hasnt tendou two suffered enough do they have to throw him around like a rag doll leave him aloneeeee

well tendou is unkillable this is a known fact so im sure kagami didnt actually kill him. but kagami THINKS that he killed him. and boy you can tell thats already weighing on him immediately. AND THEN RIGHT AFTER HE FINDS OUT ABOUT HIS DAD. DOUBLE WHAMMY

the way kagami says i killed him and the way his dad quietly reacts when kagami says kabuto is our enemy like oh kagami things are so fucked

the hoppers are going thru it my god OH HEY WHAT THE FUCK. THATS SO SAD WHAT THE FUCK

humanitys future is in your hands kagami. no pressure

tendou fighting against the entire world as long as it means his sisters can live vs kagamis dad saying im okay with dying but you have to live

oh tendou in the rubble parallel is good

whats better than this. falling in the mud puddle with your dad running away from the law

#kr kabuto lb

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hazel-da-basil-deactivated · 1 year

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Hazel Muses about dead peoples romantic/sexual lives and if they were queer or not.

So Like trying to put labels on people isn’t the best. But I’m trying to figure out this whole Sylvia Fine Danny Kaye thing and its like historical curiosity I guess. Like in the time and place they lived you couldn’t really talk about these things and knowledge of them sometimes just wasn’t there.

Like looking at Danny Kaye, traumatized youth who became a funny guy to survive. just pretty normal human stuff. But also learning to dance in like 6 months for a movie, becoming the top non-asian chinese chef, learning to pilot planes, learning to conduct despite not being able to read music, able to replicate accents well enough that native speakers would be really confused they couldn’t understand the utter nonsense he was saying with the accent, etc. This seems to me like he was probably autistic. Not that uh thats what I’m getting at. just a tangent.

So Danny was married to a woman named Sylvia Fine. And this seems to have been primarily a business/friend relationship. They did have a child, but only one. Danny was known to cheat on Sylvia, but I wonder if it was actually cheating, because really from what I can tell Sylvia seemed mostly okay with it. Other than a long affair Danny had with Eve Arden early in their relationship anyway.

So I’m kind of wondering if they were polyam or at least open in their relationships. I’ve seen no mention of affairs on Sylvia’s side. This could be because she was more discrete than Danny, or because she didn’t have them, or just because I have so little info.

From descriptions of her I at first felt, was she a lesbian? But the more I think about this I kinda feel like she was ace. Like she just wasn’t really interested with Sex, but since Danny was she let him go out and have sex. I’m not sure the two even had a strong romantic attachment. I’ve seen stuff that says they didn’t here. And descriptions kind of make me feel like Danny was aromantic/demi romantic. And maybe Sylvia was as well. Like they had a light romantic connection, a strong bond that many people wouldn’t necessarily recognize as romantic.

But I have no way to know really. They’re both dead. I can’t ask them. They’re daughter is still alive, but how aware are most children of their parents sexual/romantic lives?

This could also just be me just not wanting Danny being some Philanderer who was constantly Breaking Sophie’s heart and torturing her over their long marriage.

Anyway I feel like they were a queer couple. And looking at all this old music, you just see so many examples of queer people, that we just pretend weren’t. And because we pretend they weren’t the fact that they were gets lost to history, so that later generations don’t realize they were. So it seems like queer history is empty. It always looks empty.

But we know a lot of these people were queer. I don’t mean like by analyzing and wondering like I’m doing here. We know that one of the Andrews sisters was queer. Her long time partner has talked about it. Billie Holiday was bi apparently. It wasn’t even really a secret at the time. Not to people who knew her at least. But this history is hidden. Sure today it’s not too hard to find if you go to look for it. Details perhaps are lacking, but I don’t need to know the names of Billie Holidays various lovers. It’s just so strange that all of this is shoved back and hidden in the depths of a dusty old broom cupboard. Like queer people have always existed. People that you love, whose voices have moved you, whose acting has brought a smile to your face are queer. But you can’t love that part of them? You have to hide it and pretend it doesn’t exist? How can you love queen’s music, and not acknowledge that you love a queer person? You pretend that Freddie Mercury wasn’t bi when you listen to it. Most of you think he was gay, but you know he was queer. But you pretend that he wasn’t when you listen to his music. You hate queer people, oh but that Freddie Mercury you love his music. How? I just don’t understand how you can love someone like that, but hate such an integral part of them.

How are people homophobic, when they love so many homos?

#queer #danny kaye #sylvia fine #lgbtq #rant #love #erasure

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gracetheadrienettefan · 7 months

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ok i frickin love my found family lemme just say

first of all we all go to a baptist church and we call ourselves the jesus freaks after that DC Talk song even though we're all 12-19 (except for the Fathers who are some of our dads) and im making us all jesus freak shirts

second of all despite the baptist-ness we sound like a catholic something or other my dad is referred to as 'Father Louis' my "brother" is Brother George my 'sister' is Sister Abigail and there's also Sister Meredith and Sister Grace (me) and Father John (George's real life dad).

and the best part is we act like a family. Abigail and George and I are doubles in the same row in handbells choir and we smack each other and steal phones and all sorts of stuff. My 'nephew' (George's 'son') is a twelve year old little hispanic kid but his two real life brother's are my brothers not his don't ask me why but he and I are writing a play together because he asked me for help with the stage directions and Abigail helped him with his Etsy shop

and I'm the Grand Mother so i basically know/take care of everyone and everything and its literally the reason i live

George and I never talk over text except to send each other dog pictures at three in the morning (both kinds)

SIster Lily and i work at the same restaurant so sometimes they all come in and annoy the heck out of us

Any parent. and i mean ANY parent. (Like real life one). Is referred to as mom or dad. Period. I have fourteen or more moms. I love it.

We have a group bible study that gets heckin chaotic because everyone gets into debates

then there's brother caden who is a little ADHD preacher and also pole dances and he's the most horrible goofy kid ever but he also was the first one of us to lead a kid to christ and he prays like nobody's business

we all are helping each other discover our spiritual gifts (aka what we're best at that God wants us to use to further our group/the church in general's ministry to help people have a little bit better of a life here on earth)

we also protect each other

like david and i were arguing because we couldn't figure out which bells went in which case (we have three sets of eight octaves plus chimes and aluminums, screw it) and he paused for a second to pull me out of the way of a cart that almost ran over my feet and he was like 'you good' and i was like 'yeah' and then we went back to arguing

oh and there's this one kid who's called the Grand Father because he says he's my dad's dad (my dad is 60, he's fourteen, but math and our family don't go well together so whatever) and he kind of just. hovers. on our family tree.

also we're gosh darn near emotionally connected. like we did a feet washing ceremony (don't ask, we're teenagers with too much time on our hands) and some of us were super nervous about showing our dogs but we prayed for God to use our dumbness and then Caden started crying at the end of it and lily and i went to pray for him and then we started crying and before you knew it we were all sobbing and we were singing and praying for our nation and our friends and i've never felt more free than i did sitting on the dusty tile floor of that random church basement out in Appalachia with my family and God. Juju (the protector of the family, seriously she will kill anyone who lays a hand on us) said it felt like 'something big and hot and awesome was bursting out of my chest and making everyone's lives brighter'. That's the closest thing to poetry i've ever heard come out of her lips.

there's alexis too she and i almost dated (long story) but when I told her i wanted to follow the traditional view of the bible she said it was okay and she supported me and now she's best friends with my entire irl family

oh and there's katie she's the weird adopted neighbor lol she loves knives and debating with people about the existence of the Bible

back to the spritual gifts thing, Lily and I were the first to understand ours. Mine is... hmm, the best way to describe it, I guess, is empathy. it's an ability to read people, to discern? maybe? to see through their reactions into their soul and what they really need, and the most loving way to give it to them. Lily's is basically spiritual sight-- she's seen demons since she was little. she told me she saw something dark in me the day after i started cutting, and she told me she could tell the difference when i stopped. no one else except for alexis and juju knew. now i've told my story more, but not much yet. I think the day we realized this weird crap was real was the day a guy walked into the amish market. normal as ever, he'd come in there before, but I literally cringed when he came up to make his order. there was someting off about him, something dangerous. I turned to Lily and told her when he was way out of earshot and she was already giving me the exact same look. she said there was darkness in him. we prayed for him for almost an hour, off and on while we did our work. when he left we breathed a sigh of relief. turns out he'd robbed a nearby place earlier in the day and was armed he was picked up.

there was another time one of my friends from another church got stuck when that plane thing crashed into the main power lines and all the street lights and stuff went out? they were all stuck at their church and one of the new attendees pulled out a gun. he texted us. i texted the group. we started praying. the guy never shot anyone, and the police said he handed his weapon over without a fight.

we also crave discomfort. it's a brave thing, learning to be comfortable in discomfort. i've never met any other group, christian or not, who jumps at the chance to help a group of heroin addicts get cleaned up for job interviews, or volunteers to clean out an entire warehouse full of dust and inhalants and possibly mold or lice or bed bugs or who knew what else as we worked. but we did it. we cheered. we sang. we laughed. we connected with people. and when we came home it didn't stop. every time we meet we do something. we pray for change. we go out and hand out soda and ask people if there's anything we can pray for. we've made friends with every family within ten miles of our church. we regularly bring food and candy to people. we're hosting a trunk or treat and i was asked to do the Chops Fam (get it, knives) trunk. i can't fathom how to represent us well. maybe that's why my brain needed to shove all this out.

we also renovate houses. for fun. did i mention that? the only thing more satisfying than ripping into walls with three of your best friends beside you is the looks on people's faces when they see how much we've done and how much we care and how it's all free because we'll take the load for you this once because 'if we have the power to give even one person a little bit of relief, how can we not give it?'

oh, and one time a crazy guy came to our church. we gave him a doughnut and a coupon to the local bakery before we called the authorities (and then prayed until they got there).

then a bunch of teens came in and smoked marijuanna in our barn (yes, youth group happens in a renovated barn. we fixed it up ourselves. it's freaking awesome.) We set out snacks for them and put up signs to let them know when the doors would be unlocked and the wifi password, so they could stay-- as long as they didn't smoke inside or break anything. they haven't come for service or youth yet, but they come just before. sometimes we see them leave. we wave, they wave back. maybe someday they'll want to meet us.

i've never felt more alive than when eight of us are all crammed on one couch, calling out answers and debating things and stuffing our faces with food, or when you're at the end of a street and you look back and see all the groups spread out like a tree, handing out candy and praying and laying hands on people and giving people hugs. my dad finally reconciled his past of drug abuse when he met the addicts we were loving. he wrote music with one of them. one of them gave him an extra Bible, just about the only thing they owned, and later that day George gave it to a kid who followed us to ask Caden why we were so nice.

I remember us all crying on the floor of that basement. I remember crying at worship, leading my family up to the front, locking arms at the shoulders like we were going to war, screaming the words at the tops of our lungs. i remember holding a girl for hours while she cried and sobbed and begged God to forgive her. I remember someone sobbing as they were freed from the depression that had held them captive for so long. I remember the senior, if not his name, who walked up to me during worship and told me God had a message for me-- that I was waiting on something important, something school related, and I was stressed, but God's answer was no and it was for the best. Two days later I was rejected from the early college program. This year i have the time to support three of my friends who are going through the most stressful time of their lives, and my dad, who just lost a friend. and even when that happened, all of his 'kids' gathered around and prayed for him. we send him messages every day reminding him that there is hope. that he will be okay. that he will see his friend again. we're still hoping that friend will get off his deathbed, but if he doesn't, we're still here. we're still fighting. God's will be done. We never pray for anything else.

i remember standing around that friend's parents and praying, not for their son to survive, although that too, but for them to have strength. peace. their tears were dried. they smiled for the first time in weeks.

i remember screaming. laughing. crying.

i remember feeling nothing at all, and i wonder

how could i not be so endlessly greatful?

in short, i love my family, and i refuse to outgrow them. call it a cult if you must, but they are my life, my hope for the future, my pride, and my joy. we keep each other accountable. we lift each other up. We encourage each other We fight for each other. We see the crap the world pulls, and we say fuck that. We choose to love. We choose to spread light. We choose to love. We choose to pray in public places, and sing on the streets. We choose to do all we can for our neighbors, the people God tells us to serve the most. We are the servants. We are the rebels. We are the change.

That's not to say we don't have a lot of fun, either. We dance and laugh and try on each other's lip gloss and have karaoke at one in the morning and that one time we all caught the same flu bug at church camp we still beat the other churches' asses and then collapsed on the floor of the common room in bags and told each other stories. We sneak out and sit on roofs and look at the stars. We watch the meteors and talk about life. We have an entire row of the tree (my grandchildren) that are stuffed animals, each with their own names and personalities and birthdays which are heavily celebrated. we make the birthday kid feel as awkward as humanly possible. we wrestle. we go to bell festival once a year and chug energy drinks and try to sing our parts on the bells until the adults threaten to turn around and go home. we built a gaga ball pit-- leveled the ground, built the pit, churned out the gravel, tamped it, decorated it, all by ourselves. church work days are a fricking BLAST.

i love my family. i love my home. i love the life that i live. and i wouldn't change it for the world.

because when you have all this, who cares what some random strangers on the internet say?

#christianity #jesus freaks #friends #found family #love #beauty #jesus

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seamless-socks · 10 months

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so knowing what i know about tumblr, i prolly missed an ass load of tags. if you see this and don't like… uh… sadness? death? more sadness? shitting on the old man in the sky (if he or she or whatever it could be even exists)? dying men who are a little bit irish and also texan somehow??? flee my friend!!! fleeeeee!!!

still here? too bad for you. this is unrefined, utterly. i wrote it at four am and merely reread it. once. please leave constructive criticism. i know it's not good, don't tell me for fuck's sake, not without some advice. i'll accept slander disguised as helpful tips but JUST BARELY AND YOU'RE ON THINNNNN FUCKING ICE PAL

I screamed at first. Flailed wildly, struggled to tear off my suit before Allen had stopped me. Shouted curses through my visor at the cold, unresponsive stars scattered throughout the black. Tear tracks ran down my face, little salty trails that had long dried. My strangled gasps had calmed down to even little sips of oxygen.

To be honest, I didn't much see the point. We were gonna die anyways. They'd left us behind. How the fuck could they have left us behind? How little did they care about us that the moment the first signs of danger appeared, they'd cut us off and disappeared? How were those the people I'd come to know over the past few months?

"Hey. Max." Allen. Shit, that guy couldn't let a man throw himself a pity fest in peace. Too good for this business, I always thought.

Allen and I were tied together at our waists using our severed o2 cords. It left our hands free and kept us from drifting out of range of one another. I'm pretty sure no one wants to die alone.

Don't look towards Eleanor.

I didn't look towards Eleanor.

"What," I snapped over my intercom with more bite than I'd intended. I immediately regretted it when Allen didn't reply, going silent except for the faint sounds of his breathing. Shit, shit, no, I didn't mean it--

"Got anyone special waiting for you back home?" His question was so surprising I couldn't help but let out an embarrassed laugh.

"Oh, fuck, no. Why, you interested, big boy?" I heard him inhale sharply, and I could just picture him stammering in my head. Wh-- huh, no-- I didn't-- I wasn't-- Max, now is not the time! Unfortunately for my own amusement, I didn't really feel like teasing Allen while we were waiting around for our respective imminent demises. "Aha, no, don't worry, just kidding with you." I sighed. "Tell you the truth, nah. If I had a man waiting for me, this is not the business I would have gone into. Only one waiting for me is my cute tabby cat, Arnold, but my asshole of a sister and I agree on one thing-- that girl deserves a good home. I'm not worried about her."

Allen chewed his lip. "I take it you and your sister aren't particularly close?"

I shrugged, trying to push the memories away. "Yeah, not really. Madds was… yeah, doesn't matter how we got like this, honestly, but there ain't much coming back from it." I gave a short, dry laugh. "Especially not now. What about you? Got someone I should know about so I can tease you in our last moments?"

"…" And I fucked up again. I was really good at that, it seemed, but hey, he'd asked first. Why ask if you didn't want it turned around on you?

"…Okay, promise me you won't laugh." Well, that got my eyebrows shooting skyward. Starward. What fuckin' ever.

"Not so sure how hard that'll be, but sure. I'll do my best."

He took a deep breath and then let it out explosively, causing the intercom to spaz out for a second. I winced at the white noise before it cleared up. "Alright, okay. Well, I'm not sure it counts, but… no, really, promise me you won't laugh."

"Cross my heart and hope to die." I started making an X over my heart but couldn't quite reach. Clumsy thing, spacesuits are. "…Eh, I'm with it in spirit. Seriously, though, I won't laugh. It'd be a real douche thing to do right now."

I couldn't see his face, but I swear he smiled. "Thanks. So there was this boy, right? Grade one, I walk up and ask him, do you wanna be friends? Just like that. And he just goes, sure! And that was that, we were friends. Kids are sweet like that, huh?" I grinned and nodded before remembering he couldn't see it. "So we hung out every day at school afterwards. I can't really remember what we did that first year, but it must've been fun, cuz when grade 2 rolled around, I was over the moon to see we were in the same class again. We talked at lunch breaks, and in class, when they let us. Holy shit, we talked so much. I don't think I've ever talked to anyone else in my life as much as I talked with him."

"What did you talk about?" I hummed, crossing my legs.

"Oh, things. It wasn't really important. Whatever caught our interest. What would you do if you had this power, what if you turned into a dinosaur, what's your favorite book, that sort of thing. We just went really in depth, like ridiculously in depth for a couple of… what, five year olds? But it was fun. Made me look forward to coming to school more than I already did."

"Aw, Allen, you were a teacher's pet?" I groaned mockingly. He laughed.

"Yeah, I guess that's what you'd call it. We both were. Quiet, liked to learn. Don't think the whole 'opposites attract' thing is true, to be honest. Third grade rolled around, and we both discovered that we loved to write stories. They were dumbass stories, but we were in third grade, what do you expect? We encouraged each other and I think my enthusiasm might have carried on to him, because later on, turned out he didn't really wanna write anymore. But that's not relevant right now. We made up this game where one of us would create a scenario and the other would pretend to be a character in the scenario, like writing a book in real time."

"Holy shit, Allen, you were a nerd even in third grade!? I mean, knowing you, yeah, but I thought that was more of a high schooler thing."

"Hey, I said no laughing! I know it was stupid."

"Sorry, sorry. You know I'm not serious. Just teasing and all. Sorry."

"…I don't mind, actually. Takes my mind off the… all this."

We both went quiet. I could feel the weight of the stars pressing in on me.

"…Anyways. Fourth, fifth, sixth, we got better at writing and critiqued each other's work. Made some comics together at the start of class, while the teachers were getting the other kids to calm down. Some of them I've still got at home, actually. Maybe I can show them t…."

…

"Ah. We kept playing that game, by the way. Had some real wild times, or as wild as you could get when it's all in your head. Looking back, he's the only person I really talked to those whole six years. Teachers liked me, sure, and I guess my classmates did, too, but all they remembered me for was being that slightly weird quiet kid who hung around his friend all the time. I think it fucked me up a bit when we went to different schools. I made some new friends, but it got a little exhausting keeping up those friendships, and I wasn't getting what I wanted out of them, so I just stopped talking to them. First year of high school rolled around, and when it was over, it really hit me. We hadn't talked in months. Hadn't met in a year. I didn't make any new friends. I don't see the point in talking about it now, but well. After that, I just drifted on through. Grades slipped. If I'd been better about keeping them up, maybe we'd never have met." Maybe he wouldn't be dying here with me, was what he was saying. "Ah, shit, sorry, that came out wrong--"

"Allen," I silenced him. "Don't worry. I get it. Keep going. Or don't, whatever you want."

He cleared his throat, and I couldn't help but notice his voice becoming a bit more warbley as he continued. "Shit. Well, it wasn't until grade twelve happened that I realized I wanted to die."

He stopped abruptly. Jesus fucking christ. That was… Jesus christ! I mean, now was as good a time as ever to spill your guts, but I'd never imagined Allen of all people…

"Fuuuuck, sorry. Shouldn't have told you that. That was rude."

"I don't mind. I think if it's helping you, it's good. Is it helping you?"

He sniffed. "Yeah."

"Okay. You can go on," I encouraged him softly. When did I get so calm and nurturing all of a sudden? Since your best mate admitted he wanted to kill himself, and hasn't told you it ever went away. Asshole.

"So I dropped out of school and became a cargo shipper. Kept drifting along, got caught smuggling goods with a shady crew, sentenced to shipping essential supplies through dangerous quadrants. You know how it went after. Things got better, I guess? And now… shit, now I don't wanna die, but if we get out of this mess, what the fuck am I gonna do with my life? Just keep drifting along? If my friend saw me now, he'd be a helluva lot more disappointed than I could handle. I miss him."

"What was his name?" The quiet question elicited a burst of laughter.

"And that's the real kicker-- for being the main part of my life I enjoyed the most, I can't remember. I can't remember his fucking name. It's like some huge, cosmic joke-- or maybe a twisted story with a solemn, shitty old moral at the end." Allen suddenly snarled, becoming more bitter than I'd ever heard from him. "Agh, if there is some grand old fuck up there, I'm gonna kick him in the jewels a few times. Bastard's an asshole."

That surprised a cackle out of me. "Oh, I'd drink to that. A real cunt." I raised my fist and shook it into empty space comically. "Hear that? Suck my big one, God!"

Allen was laughing with me. "Yeah, go find yourself a real hobby instead of giving kids cancer and shitting on the homeless!"

I laughed harder. Fuck, why hadn't he shown this side of himself back when we were living together on the ship? Cuz he was scared, probably. You're not the most welcoming kinda guy, if you haven't noticed. From what he's told you about his youth, are you really surprised?

We chuckled together for a good while after, a soft, tender thing between us. It was comfortable. Given more time, maybe I could've been the friend Allen needed. Given more time, this conversation never would have happened, and I wouldn't have seen this side of him in the first place. Given more time, I'd just keep on being a right old cunt like I'd always been.

The air felt thinner. The laughing had tired me out, and no matter how deeply I breathed, I couldn't get the ache out of my lungs. "Welp. I think this is it," I chirped, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. "See you on the other side, Allen."

"Same to you, Max."

"…Uh, and if you happen to hear any delirious apologies about Madeline… ignore em, please. That'd be embarrassing."

"After what I just told you? Couldn't embarrass me if you tried, whoever Madeline is."

"Oof, I wouldn't be so sure of that. You don't wanna test me."

"Haha, you're right. I don't wanna test you."

We both subsided. I had a bit of a stupid smile on my face while black crept in on the sides of my vision. My lungs constricted and my breaths turned to gasps turned to wheezes. Muffled came the sounds of Allen going through a similar crisis, but I didn't have the brains for much sympathy at the moment. Mostly just a bunch of 'oh, wahhh, I don't wanna die' nonsense. Well, not nonsense. I don't wanna die. Don't think Allen does, really, either. There's no light at the end of the tunnel. A bunch of little ones, maybe, holes poked in a big old black blanket thrown over sticks by a couple of little kids. They're laughing. They're smiling. I can see wisps of Allen's curly blond hair, and the tangled brown mat of my own.

Everything's gonna be fine, I wanna tell him. We'll meet again.

#uhhh #death #existential dread? but only a little #i mean they're bros about to die #my writing #astronauts #but i didn't research SHIT #ngl i don't really like this one. i'm more of a funnies and gore writer than a dread and sadness writer and yet #i always write that latter #tw #cw #whatever.

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