#[ universe: the palms ]

[murdockdevil-newblog]

Title: Let It Go Prompt: 021.Solve from my prompt tables. Who: Claudia Daviau & Beth Heydari. Project: The Palms. Notes: Claudia is mourning the loss of her big brother, because it's his birthday. But she's doing in a self-destructive way. Beth's trying to get her to let go of the past. However, Claudia can't and refuses to. Trigger Warning: alcohol, depression, I guess Beth and Cloud are both being a little toxic too. Words: 580

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Tired isn't the best way to describe how she feels — exhausted might be the better choice of wording. She can't focus today. Can't think about anything other than the main ghost of her past.

It's her brother's birthday, and even though she sees his ghost regularly, she's still unaware of what happened to him and that leads her to drink today. Not drink enough to pass out, but drink enough that she lays on her couch, pillow clinging to her stomach, while she thinks about how she could have saved him.

It's a bit pathetic, in her mind.

Or at least, she'd call herself pathetic when she looked back on this year's birthday. Easily, since she knows she could have celebrated — should have watched all of his favorite films or ate his favorite candies. But no, she makes it about her own grief, which is why she finds it all so pathetic.

She was supposed to go out tonight to find information for her next story, after all. Yet she finds herself with a bottle to her lips, thinking about how much of a failure she is for not saving the person she loves most. Even though, later on, she'd be told by several people that it wasn't her responsibility, and it was obvious she had died, too — and just came back to life, as always, and just didn't remember what had happened to him or her, due to the trauma.

"You wanna know what your problem is?" she hears after staring up at the ceiling for a long period of time, the white noise of the television static lost on her before heard the voice speaking. She doesn't speak though. Doesn't want to.

It's Beth, her wife, and she knows she's upset because she's lecturing her right away. And even though Claudia doesn't speak back to her or make eye-contact, Beth takes the bottle and the pillow away from her and props her up into a sitting position, which causes Claudia to dry heave.

Claudia stares at Beth for a little while, the lids of her eyes half-way closing. Beth looks at her with sad brown eyes, and then there's anger there. No fury. Which in turns makes Claudia sigh. "What's my problem, Beth?" Claudia finally asks, too defeated to add a little zest into her words.

"You want to find answers for something that will gut you more. Something that will cause you more pain that you can imagine. Yet, you search and search. It's like you like the pain." Beth has her arms crossed as she stands, looking at Claudia who just crumbles over from her wife's words, her hand resting on her forehead, dramatically.

"I don't like the pain, I just want to know what happened to him — what happened to me. Don't I deserve that?" Claudia questions, an abundance of tears streaming down her face.

Beth just sighs. "You think that now, but when you have the answers, you're just going to be more angry. That's how it is with you. You have so much rage, due to all this and you can't let it go. Let. It. Go." Beth adds, clapping with each of the last three words, her own tears falling down her cheeks.

Claudia's still crying angry tears, but instead of telling Beth the truth — that she can't let it go, that she won't let it go until she gets her answers — she lies. "Okay, for you — I'll let it go for you."

But the truth is, the ache is still there and she's still angry, when Beth kisses her and caresses her cheek. "Thank you. It's for your own good," she says.

And Claudia nods, even though she wants to grieve some more, even though she's just as angry as Beth said, if not more.

[adrixivy]

Imagine the beef between Tom and Anthony is in the mcu.

Sam with a smirk on his face: Yo Steve

Steve: Yeah?

Sam: Can someone breathe in a washing machine while it’s on?

Steve:

Natasha who was relaxing nearby:

Bucky, his arm missing and remembering giving it to someone specifically and said person is nowhere to be seen:

Steve: Where’s Peter.

Cue Peter being tossed around in the washing machine because Sam stole Bucky’s arm from him and bait him into the washing machine and started it. Tony’s mama senses blared and he finds the half the Avengers gathered in one of the laundry rooms in the tower.

[assortedmelons]

Celebrity Melons

[silverlining-ships]

some of my favorite far away jaspers

[lindenardenshighlights]

palm tree and memorial church

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Current Fandoms (that I am likely to post about)

DTPPF (Li Yu is the bestest boy)

TGCF (FENGQING!!)

SVSSS (Shen Qingqiu deserves a harem)

MDZS (Nie Huaisang is my blorbo)

2ha (Domesticated Chu Wanning Cinematic Universe)

Star Trek woke me like a sleeper agent just now

Merlin BBC deserves a mention since I revived my main mbbc wip from the graveyard a bit ago

Published Works (and their status)

An Ding Almanac (ongoing on side blog)

Current WIPS (in order of something, but don't ask me what)

Note: highlighted in green is my main wip for a specific fandom.

[ the root of the problem (is my love for you that grows) ] the fengqing hanahaki fic that is my love child with satan.

[ roots dug in the ground (buried beside my broken heart) ] the companion piece to the previous fic with extras of the rest of characters watching the shit show go down.

[ though the stars walk backward ] an academy era spirk au where the Kobayashi Maru is replaced by a new test called the Tarsus IV

[ deep in that darkness peering (as the darkness peers back) ] the huan hua trial au that spirals into an identity and system reveal.

[ in inevitably, eternal ] an existential look into Mo Xuanyu's cycle of death and rebirth as he fights against time and god itself for a chance to escape his fate and maybe just once deserve love.

[ my soul is painted like the wings of butterflies ] the huaqing brother au I've mentioned involving prophets, pathological liars, a lot of chess metaphors, heavy angst, and time loops.

[ I'll kiss my name into your skin and cleave our souls together ] a fengqing romantic drama filled with domestic fluff, mutual pining, quite a bit of domestic sex, a conglomerate of mixed feelings and denial, and many MANY misunderstandings.

[ across an ocean of time, the wind still sings your name ] a beefleaf time travel fix it featuring amnesia and lots and lots of mutual pining (they pine so much I could warp them in Christmas lights and hang ornaments on them).

[ stardust burns gold in our veins ] a merthur fic of tragedy and angst because I'm evil like that. You're welcome. “Magic comes from the stars, I think. That’s why it burns gold.”

Feel free to ask me about any of my wips. I have way more in my folder I sometimes drag out, dust off, and work on, but I figured for brevity (I have well over 120 wips okay we're not listing them all here EDIT: link goes to the time I listed a lot of my wips with their silly doc names), I'd only list the ones I'm at the point of naming.

Below the line will be a list of fic's (with links) I've info dumped about at some point. The links will go to the first post I made of each.

The OTHER SVSSS Huan Hua Trial au

TGCF Qi Rong Transmitigation au

[emaadsidiki]

Hollywood Business, Universal City, Los Angeles, CA.

[clovreat3r]

HES BRITISH

[tangerinearies]

Chu Yanyu: Head Maid AU

Sketch For Hotwing_sauce on Twitter as part of the Danmei Gotcha For Gaza: Chu Yanyu happy end.

Keeping children in line is horrifically difficult and time consuming, no time for spy work when your new kid is determined to keep you around.

[aria0fgold]

Finally done with my version of The Universe's design!

[sellyourshadownotyoursoul]

Halfa reproduction

Dp world building idea

Human souls do not make for very powerful ghosts. The worlds they live in are simply too far removed from the realms to be exposed to the right amounts of Ectoplasm, their lifespans too short to build up any sort of ecto signature that might let them live on after death. More often than not they do not form ghosts at all. Their deaths are the equivalent of a tiny displacement of air. Even the most liminal of people do not become much more than blobs, only the very core of their identity imprinted unto the Ectoplasm that clings to them; the vague notion of humanity, sometimes a particularly strong emotion, very rarely accompanied by an instinct to accomplish some goal. A distant echo of what might have been an Obsession.

It's a good thing, in most respects, because otherwise the realms would be absolutely flooded with them. They breed young and breed quickly, their sapience causing their timelines to split and intermingle near-constantly, exponentially increasing their number with every minute decision. Their lack of ectoplasmic aptitude is counterbalanced by their emotional intensity, their ability to cooperate and the fact that their multitudes allow every single facet of a problem to be examined simultaneously. Indeed if they did regularly show up in the realms it would no doubt be absolute carnage.

Thankfully, as numerous as they are, the worlds they inhabit are incredibly rare.

Humans are exclusively the denizens of what has been dubbed ‘congenital realms’, they are creatures of the cosmos that exists inside the core of a very particular species of ghost.

A halfa. The rarest type of ghost in existence and one that, by all accounts, can only be formed from the body of a human.

It's a strange survival strategy, even amongst the denizens of the infinite realms, akin to cloning or asexual reproduction in contrast to the twining of cores that is typical in the creation of neverborn.

At any one point a halfa might be incubating any number of its kind, keeping them safe until they are strong enough to enter the realms on their own or even just to let them live out their entire existence inside the core of their parent. That might be a factor in the species’ low numbers; the fact that they do not always show their face in the realms at all.

Clockwork has, throughout the eons, met more halfas than perhaps anyone else. The very first being he met upon his death had been what some might consider an ancestor to the modern halfa. A cat-like creature in the way a shadow might resemble anything in the dark. Its body sleek and cloaked in shadow, it guided the newly born concept of time into its core and kept him warm amongst the primordial waters of what might have been the very first earth.

In the now, Clockwork has even molded his appearance from that of a human. He finds the form pleasing to the eye, and the hands are practical. The variety of human presentation is a joy to cycle through. The Fear that such a shape strikes into the core of a ghost is quite pleasing as well.

The thing about halfas, in contrast to the beings in their core, is that they do make terrifyingly powerful ghosts. They are ghosts who are not held back by their obsessions; they are able to mold themselves, able to evolve and change and grow. They are not beholden to a single obsession, nor are they chained to one once it is formed.

They do not start out that way of course, not at all, they start out clumsy and starving in what is typically a very ectoplasm-poor environment, the atmosphere of the realms filtered through their parent and broken down into the building blocks of their world. But if they manage to survive and break through to the realms? There is no ceiling to their ability.

Most denizens of the realms are stagnant, they are frozen at the point of their creation in temperament and power.

Halfas are not.

The last, and perhaps most crucial, fact that is known of halfas is that they cannot be Ended. A halfa has died once and will never die again. They are as infinite as the realms and even if their cores are smashed or melted or eaten and digested - they will reform. It might be in pieces and it might be with wounds that never heal, but their existence cannot be wiped out.

Even for a world of immortal beings, such a fate is difficult to comprehend.

Most halfas choose to sleep, once they have existed for sufficiently long. They find a place they deem safe, somewhere they will be undisturbed, and they retreat into their cores, never to return. There has been much speculation on what this behaviour means, on what actually happens, when a halfa goes to sleep.

Even Clockwork doesn't know, but he likes the idea that they are living alongside their fellow humans, perhaps as gods. Or perhaps they let themselves be born over and over again, to experience life in a million different ways. No one knows.

Clockwork is the keeper of a small handful of such sleeping cores. Each of them was once a dear friend, their contributions to the history of the realms a thing of legends and their impact on Clockwork himself no less impressive. He keeps them in his personal chambers at the very top of his haunt, made comfortable on silk pillows with emotionally charged items scattered artfully around them.

It is impossible to describe the horror that grips him when he finds one of them injured. A deep-seated nausea pulsating throughout his current form, exacerbated the longer he stares at the little trickle of ectoplasm that rolls down over the bright red fabric. The shell of the core has cracked, like an egg hatching, like something is trying to get out.

[wayfayrr]

For both botw and totk, I've had this odd habit overall where once I've done every single mission possible and basically completed the game, I leave the kork seed puzzles alone beyond the minimal needed so I had an excuse to continue playing. By the end I've ended up slowlt finding every puzzle bit by bit to extend more time on the game and feeding link good food/getting him to rest regularly between each discoverable one and entirely traveling to them on foot to re-explore the games map again for nostalgias sake. I always felt so horrible how exhausted he possibly felt constantly functioning at 100% at all times. :( the korok puzzles at this point is just a reason for me to spoil the absolute heck out of him. I always couldn't help but wonder if he'd get joy out of the extended time or not. The thought overall always made me giggle.

(Btw you're an absolutely incredible creator and writer, and the time and effort you put into your works and community is awe inspiring. I hope you're staying safe and well especially! Thank you for the time you give us <3)

Honestly that is a really good way to keep on playing (especially since neither of them have a new game+ or hero's mode like the rest of the games) I think he'd really appreciate the fact that you don't want to fully complete the game in order to spend more time with him!!! You like being around him and want to do it more than what the game really intentionally allows

I think that both of those links are more than a bit messed up from their stint in the sheika juice (hence why they can go so long without sleep) but like the others they more than appreciate a good nap there's also the whole thing of them not being 'real' and not needing anything a living person would but ehhhh what difference does that make The fact that you're treating them like they need to eat and sleep is so !!!!!! You make him feel real, and you keep coming back and keeping him out of the void!!!

theres nothing else he could really ask for that would be possible to give you, well besides your touch, but it's not like he'll be able to get that any time soon.

(Thank you for the kind words too!! I absolutely adore this community and most of the people it's allowed me to meet so I'm happy to be able to give back in anyway I can <33 and it's so lovely to get anything like this 💖 I'm staying safe and I hope you are too anon!!)

[voidsturn]

introducing…

time loop!reader x time loop!chris

inspired by: one of my favourite movies ever… palm springs.

tropes: this au will contain fluff, angst and highly suggestive topics. opposites attract, friendship of convenience, forced proximity, slow burn

warnings: words and mentions related to alcohol, drugs, sex and death.

author’s note: please let me know if this has been done in this fandom! also, for the love of god, don’t take some of these characteristics and quotes for chris seriously. it’s an alternate universe, let’s not kid ourselves :)

time loop!reader - the chaotic douchebag bastard

she/her, bisexual

- characteristics -

living definition of adhd, gifted burnt out adult, loves fucking with people, probably is a million years old, don’t trust me by 3oh!3, always seen in hawaiian shirts, hates flowers, left hand usually occupied by a can of fanta, the party & the after party by the weeknd, self-proclaimed king of impulsive thoughts, borderline optimist nihilist, has a favourite pair of sunglasses that aren’t hers, stay ready (what a life) by jhené aiko, gives off beach vibes but prefers swimming pools, ‘if you like piña coladas’, might be the leader of the illuminati, borderline by tame impala, death is afraid of her probably cause she’s died countless times, anti-hero by taylor swift, clown with a powdery white nose, instead of the red nose, it’s chris’ fault she’s stuck replaying the shittiest night of her life for well… the rest of her life.

- quotes -

“one time, i smoked a bunch of crystal and made it all the way to equatorial guinea. it was a huge waste of time.”

“i try to live my life at this point with as little effort as possible.”

“today, tomorrow, yesterday… it’s all the same.”

“there might be some way to kill yourself. i haven’t figured it out, and i’ve done… a lot of suicides. so many.”

“stop! there’s a bomb in the cake. don’t worry, i used to be a bomb guy.”

“she comes to torture me every few days or… weeks? i dunno, this situation’s has made my sense of time bit fuzzy.”

time loop!chris - the loveable goofball idiot

he/him, straight

- characteristics -

afraid of being alone, weddings, intimacy, flat soda, spiders, 25/8 surveillance and ranch, 3 nights by dominic fike, lacks basic common sense, continuously chases emotionally unavailable people, can finally drive legally, sexy to someone by clairo, right hand usually occupied by a can of pepsi, laughs at this own jokes, sex, drugs, etc. by beach weather, heads usually covered with a baseball cap, *insert constant sneezing and burping here*, loves night drives, stuck in my ways by partynextdoor, hates the summer, most likely to die first in a horror movie, would do anything for his loved ones, once lost three thousand dollars in an uber, redbone by childish gambino, it’s y/n’s fault he’s stuck replaying the shittiest night of his life for well… the rest of his life.

- quotes -

“you could’ve at least mentioned that before i put my dick inside you!”

“yo, it didn’t work. you’re right, life is now meaningless. let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“is this a wedding or a fucking orgy?!”

“nobody can stand the idea of being alone. including me. so people… buy into this pageantry and celebrate its bullshit.”

“i wanna steal a plane and crash it. right now.”

“glad i’m not alone in this, even though you’re pretty much an asshole.”

- few conversations between these two absolute nutcases -

y/n - pink | chris - orange

now, you’re kinda stuck in a time loop. with me… and madison. ooh, kinda like that favourite movie of yours, back to the future-

back to the future’s about time travelling, you fucking uncultured swine.

oh. well he almost fucked his mom so, i’m still the winner here.

that’s not the plot- y/n! wait why the fuck are you running?!

cause it’s not even been 24 hours with you, and i already wanna kill myself!

i just like to give back whenever i can. material matters don't really concern me.

with the exception of fanta, potato chips, designer drugs and those sunglasses...

obviously. i'm not a fuckin’ psychopath.

this isn't real, y/n. everything that we are doing in here is fucking meaningless!

so what? i mean, it's not like things were going perfect for you out there.

wow, that’s so fucking low of you.

am i not saying the truth?

the pain is real. why can't you understand that?!

it doesn't matter! nothing matters, right? those are your words.

no. pain matters. what we do to other people matters. we were having fun. then you killed madison.

so what?! she’s killed you like a few hundred thousand times!

that’s her right! i’m the reason she’s stuck here forever!

what if we get sick of each other?

chris… we're already sick of each other. it's the best.

where do you want to go on our first date when this for sure works?

your mom's house.

okay, this was a mistake.

your mom's a mistake.

oh my god, i’ve made you worse than me.

i know right, you did the impossi-

shut up chris.

author’s note 2: can’t wait to write more about these two morons who are so stupidly in love with each other. hope everyone has as much fun as i will :) also, i have proofread this like three times so if there’s any errors ill kms :/

[animentality]

Which companions to romance as a Durge?? Used to be on team Astarion but now I just feel like he is too stupid(canon smooth brain, he is lovely tho) for my durge who was/is in into Gortash.. :(

GALE. THE ANSWER IS GALE.

[fifiemma]