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[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare

[scribz-ag24]

partner calls out grovyle over that teeny tiny detail he forgot to explain about the plan to save the planet.

[sunsdrop]

She   still   couldn't   believe   her   rebelliousness,   slipping   past   the   vigilant   eyes   of   the   castle   guard,   unseen   and   unchallenged.   Rapunzel   was   quite   aware   of   the   chaos   that   would   unfold   if   they   discovered   she   had   disappeared.

Yet,   despite   the   potential   for   panic,   she   couldn’t   quell   the   urge   within   her.

A   quiet   walk   was   all   she   needed,   not   a   lengthy   one,   just   enough   time   to   breath   in   the   crisp   forest   air.

The   Princess   reasoned   she'd   return   in   no   time   ...   easing   the   faint   twinge   of   guilt   in   her   heart.

As   she   strolled,   taking   in   the   lovely   sights   around   her,   she   was   taken   aback   to   discover   a   lone   figure   seated   nearby.   She   hadn't   expected   to   come   across   anyone,   seeing   as   the   inner   kingdom   arguably   had   more   exciting   things   to   offer.

Her   initial   thought   was   that   he   was   perhaps   up   to   something   questionable.   However,   the   manner   in   which   he   sat,   coupled   with   the   air   of   dejection   surrounding   him,   swiftly   dispelled   that   notion.

Eyes   of   emerald   lingered   on   the   boy   before   she   approached,   responding   to   the   words   he   had   just   spoken.   "I   ...   don't   know   what   you're   referring   to   ...but   -   you   shouldn't   give   up"   she   chimed   in,   head   tilting   slightly   while   golden   strands   cascaded   over   her   shoulder   like   a   waterfall   of   sunlight.

𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃 ... @sunsdrop

𝔸𝕊 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼𝕃𝕐 𝔼𝕏ℙ𝔼ℂ𝕋𝔼𝔻 𝕆𝔽 ℍ𝕀𝕄 , he had fucked up again -- vanitas groaned in frustration as he dropped himself down to sit on a rock nestled in a forest beside a bridge that led off to a kingdom ; he'd been to this world once before to drop off some unversed to scout for heartless and nobodies but he hadn't stuck around .

ℍ𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕃𝕐 ℍ𝔼 𝕁𝕌𝕊𝕋 ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻𝔼𝔻 𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕎ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 that wasn't the tower and wasn't at xehanort's side for a moment . he needed to think , and regret his life's choices . tossing his helmet down onto the grass vanitas rubbed at his face , glaring down at his feet . nothing in life could ever come easy , could it ? he didn't want to keep groveling at his ' master's ' feet but abiding by the rules of the righteous was damn near impossible . stuck between a rock and a hard place .

❝ giving up would be so much easier . ❞ ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕌𝕋𝕋𝔼ℝ𝔼𝔻 𝕋𝕆 ℍ𝕀𝕄𝕊𝔼𝕃𝔽 , but would it really ? he was always too stubborn for his own good .

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR FAKE DATING & GOING UNDERCOVER *  assorted dialogue for muses going undercover as a couple and having to maintain the illusion that they're dating, and all the chaos, feelings, and whatnot that come with it, suggested by dollhidden, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

come on. at least pretend that you like me.

if we hold hands, that'll sell the illusion even more.

what petnames do you think we'd use if we were actually dating?

please don't make this too difficult on me.

stop letting go of my hand.

you're going to pay for this later.

that was way too close of a call.

[petname]? that's what we're going with?

could you at least look like you like me for an hour? is that so hard?

admit it. i'm not half bad.

didn't think i would enjoy this as much as i am.

did you take acting classes growing up?

excuse me! i'm just trying to sell the illusion!

do you think they bought it?

you don't look like you love me. you look like you're constipated.

way to lay it on thick. i think you might have done too good of a job.

pretend to laugh at one of my jokes.

i guess i didn't expect you to dress up for this. i'm impressed.

you know, if you treated me like that on the regular, i might actually start falling in love with you.

they have to believe we're together. how hard can it be?

quick, pretend like you're about to kiss me.

you clearly care more about the tiny appetizers than you do me.

i'm just here for the free champagne.

you clean up nice.

that honestly wasn't as bad as i thought it would be.

they're looking over here. quick, say something funny.

that... was surprisingly smooth of you.

you don't date much, do you?

we should pretend to date more often.

hey! my eyes are up here!

shit, they're coming. kiss me.

ACTION PROMPTS all of these are written as if both parties are fake dating and going undercover at some specified event, but feel free to add your own scenarios if you'd like!

[ hand ] sender quickly takes receiver's hand in public to avoid getting caught

[ waist ] sender quickly slides an arm around receiver's waist in public to avoid getting caught

[ propose ] sender stages a dramatic fake proposal to further sell their relationship to the crowd, catching receiver completely off guard

[ fake fight ] sender and receiver stage a coordinated fake fight/messy breakup in front of the crowd

[ kiss ] realizing they need to sell their relationship to an important person/people, sender and receiver kiss for the first time

[ coat ] noticing receiver is cold, sender gives them their coat

[ entrance ] sender and receiver approach the entrance of the secret event and discuss their plans for selling their fake relationship to the crowd

[ slip away ] sender slips away from receiver in order to take a break from pretending, and receiver goes to find them

[ off limits ] sender and receiver are exploring an off limit portion of the event space, get caught, and are forced to try to explain how they got lost

[ the big kiss ] to conceal the fact that they're exploring an off limit portion of the event space, sender kisses receiver dramatically once they're caught

[ introduce ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to a very important (and potentially dangerous) person at this event

[ family ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to their family, who just so happens to also be at the event

[ lost ] sender loses receiver in the crowd and rushes to relocate them before their cover is blown

[ flirt ] when someone else shows interest in receiver, sender steps in and makes it clear they're "taken"

[ exit ] sender and receiver have successfully accomplished their goal, and now must sneak out of the event as covertly as possible

[ spill ] sender accidentally spills their drink on receiver and rushes them to the restroom to clean them up

[ private ] in a brief moment of privacy between the two fake daters, sender admits to receiver that they don't think receiver is as bad as they thought

[thebest-medicine]

Could I mabye get 40 with lee!bakugo and ler!kirishima? Mabye bakugo saying he doesn't like his laugh and stuff, I think it'd be cute :3 (love your acc and ur fics btw, you're doing amazing <3)

Not forced :p

Prompt 40 - “I’ve never heard you laugh like that before, it’s nice.”

A/N: i loooove this trope and these characters 💚

…

“I’ve never heard you laugh like that before, it’s nice.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Why not?”

“Tch.” Bakugo rolls his eyes before adding quietly. “I hate my fucking laugh.”

“What?! How?” Kirishima gapes. “It’s so cute and so much ..lighter than you’d expect!” 

Bakugo wills down the warmth starting to spread on his cheeks. “Would you just shut up about it already?”

“No way. I wanna hear that sweet, sweet laugh again.”

Bakugo rolls his eyes again, sitting up straighter. “Not a fucking chance, you dork.” He moves to stand up when Kirishima grabs him around the waist, dragging him back down. “What the hell, Shitty Hair?!”

“C’mere! Gonna make you laugh.” 

“What theheh- FUCK! Stop that stupid shiHIHIT!” Bakugo exclaims, squirming in the hold on him as fingers start to wiggle into his sides. “Fuhuhuck off!” He falls onto the couch, fighting back his laughter as hard as he could.

“So you’re ticklish, hm? I hoped so but.. Man! This is great.” Kirishima grins, working his way over top of his friend. “Now I can make you laugh all the time.”

“I’m gohohohonna fucking kihihihill you!” Bakugo argues, failing miserably at holding back his giggles. He looks softer than Kirishima’s ever seen him. 

“Maybe later.” Eijiro shrugs. “But for now… You’re gonna laugh for me!” He grins triumphantly, having straddled Bakugo’s waist. His fingers wrench their way along Katsuki’s ribs and even up under his arms, getting him access to a well of true, unbridled Bakugo laughter. Katsuki just lays back, not fighting him off despite his harsh words. Despite his best efforts to be angry and annoyed, all he can feel is light. Well, light.. and ticklish.

…

[vaguely-concerned]

having emotions about the headcanon that ingellvar left all their gold jewelry (I think emmrich calls it a watcher's 'grave dowry' which they accumulate and wear through their lifetime in preparation for their eventual burial which like. god I love these goth freaks) behind when they left the grand necropolis because as far as they're concerned they're being sent into exile and it doesn't seem right to bring it with them........

[ghostprince-rule]

“I mean your not wrong it is pretty good. However you kick alien bad guy butt almost daily……” Atticus chuckled taking a big slurp of his mango smoothie, his personal fave. “I would be shocked if you weren’t their best or at least most frequent customer at this point. While I like a smoothie after a days work, I don’t know if it beats a nice cold milkshake……my sweet tooth almost demands it every so often” he said putting his hand to head groaning, brain freeze.

“So which alien did you beat down or evil plan you stopped today?”

@ghostprince-rule

"Nothing beats a Mister Smoothie after kicking alien bad guy butt," Ben said with a grin as he was sipping his drink and then looked over at the other beside him, and raised a brow, "...Okay, I know Mister Smoothie isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it's really good!"

[xxplastic-cubexx]

bro the feminine wiles aren’t even a joke like. im with that anon who thought hellfire gala charles was a woman when they first saw him bc same, that design is insaaaane (/pos). how could u not think that when u see it lmfao. idk whose choice it was to give him a corset but the hourglass figure + female coded jawline combo do not lie. i saw it on pinterest and i was like ohhh don’t lie to me i know an anime girl when i see one- WAIT PROFESSOR X????

and that’s not even to mention movieverse charles ofc. we’ve all seen james mcavoy and his big sparkly kawaii anime eyes, i shouldn’t have to say it. charles xavier is never beating the allegations, i fear

gonna need this ask hung in the louvre i fear

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR ROCKSTARS, ACTORS, AND CELEBRITIES *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i just got ambushed by a horde of photographers.

think we could slip in the back without being noticed?

i don't like to draw attention to myself.

tonight's the big premiere.

i was born to be on stage.

it's too late. i'm front page news.

tonight's the biggest show of my life.

no one told me fame would be like this.

they're all shouting my name, but they don't know me. not really.

i hate saying no to fans.

so many people look up to me. i can't let them down.

i don't think i can go up there and sing tonight.

if i can help just one person, it's worth it.

let's take the private jet this weekend.

someone told the media i'd be here.

i'm wearing a disguise. don't you like it?

if we could make it out of here without being seen, that would be ideal.

don't let them get a photo of me.

how many bodyguards does one person need?

i don't know, my schedule's pretty packed enough as it is.

how did i sound? did i sound okay?

we're running late for our mic check.

i don't want to go on stage tonight.

that was the longest standing ovation i've ever seen in my life.

they're looking forward to seeing you perform.

you've earned this.

don't let the fame get to your head.

no one knows the real me.

we are now "instagram official."

the gossip websites have it all wrong.

how does it feel, dating a world-famous celebrity?

never take this job seriously.

someone spotted me last night leaving your house.

they're going to write endless articles about us.

i didn't do this for the fame.

that was the worst interview of my life.

where did they get that photo of me?

ACTIONS AND SETTINGS these are very generic on purpose so you can adapt them to whatever kind of celebrity your muse is. please adjust as necessary and specify 'reverse' if needed

[ dressing room ] sender finds receiver in their dressing room minutes before a big performance

[ red carpet ] sender and receiver make their first public appearance as a couple on the red carpet

[ thanks ] while sender wins an award, they find receiver's eyes in the crowd and thank them for their support (and make a dramatic love confession, perhaps?)

[ crowd ] while sender is on stage, performing, they lock eyes with receiver in the crowd and continue to find them throughout the performance, offering smiles and winks their way

[ sign ] sender signs something for receiver

[ selfie ] sender and receiver take a photo together

[ protect ] sender protects receiver in a sea of photographers and fans as they race to safety

[ speech ] sender gives a speech and mentions receiver

[ dedicate ] sender is about to sing a song, and dedicates it to receiver in the crowd

[ gossip ] sender and receiver find an article written about them that suggests they might be a couple, as they were seen together recently

[ fans ] sender watches receiver interact with their fans and sees how sweet and generous they are to their supporters

[ standing ovation ] sender and receiver receive a standing ovation for their performance

[ celebrate ] sender is waiting backstage for receiver and greets them with a huge hug after their achievement/performance

[ flowers ] sender brings receiver a bouquet of flowers to celebrate their latest achievement/performance

[ champagne ] sender douses receiver in a spray of champagne to celebrate their achievement/performance

[ gesture ] while in the middle of their performance, sender makes a gesture of love to receiver that only they can identify

[ photographers ] sender and receiver hide from the paparazzi as they make a pubic outing together

[ reserve ] sender reserves a public space for just them and receiver, and they get to wander the space alone without the public or photographers bothering them

[ jet set ] sender and receiver take a private jet

[ comfort ] before a big performance, sender comforts receiver and reassures them they'll be amazing

[songbirdreaped]

open starter for anybody ; set after lucy gray left the cabin <3 run. run. RUN. was all that could go through lucy gray's head as she sprinted away from the cabin through the trees. she was running as fast as her legs would carry her, everything in her telling her that she needed to get away from him if she wanted to survive. the words kept ringing in her head three's enough for me, he'd told her when she said they wouldn't have to kill anymore. three. she knew of two. bobbin and mayfair. all she'd asked for was the truth, yet she was met with a lie. my old self, coriolanus had told her as she demanded to know who the third was. lucy gray wasn't born yesterday, she could spot a lie from a mile away.

trust was the most important thing to her. trust outweighed love and yes, she had loved him. loved. now, all she could picture was those icy blue eyes gazing into her soul. would he kill her ? she didn't know, but she wasn't taking that chance. she couldn't take that chance. that was why she'd said she was going to pick katniss, her chance to escape and survive. lucy gray wished that she'd heeded dean highbottom's warning, wished that she hadn't let herself fall for the blond. any and all love she felt was gone, now all that was left was the need to flee.

as she kept running, the brunette felt her chest tightening, the crisp air filling her lungs, stinging as her heart raced in her chest. she needed to stop and catch her breath. ducking behind a tree, lucy gray took a moment, the breaths coming out more like gasps as she stayed there. the sound of coriolanus yelling for her caused her to panic more. she wasn't a fighter, he outpowered her anyway, but she could run. she could hide.

when she spotted the snake, lucy gray decided that she'd try to buy herself some time, dropping the scarf he'd given her to cover it up. she knew by looking at it that the snake wasn't venomous, it wouldn't hurt him too badly if he got bitten. it would just slow him down enough for her to get away. after the distraction was set, the brunette began to run again, hoping that the wind in the trees would cover up any noise that came from her feet on the ground.

it wasn't until she was hidden by a tree on the outer part of the woods that she'd realized her earring had fallen out in all of the chaos. she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. the games weren't over when she'd returned home, these were still the games. her own survival was what mattered. lucy gray almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming toward her, but when she did it was too late to run. whoever it was had only been two paces from her now, and with how tired she was, they'd most likely be able to catch her if she ran. her eyes shut tightly as she braced herself for the figure to come closer, assuming it was coriolanus coming to kill her, to finish tying up the loose ends.

❝ just get it over with, ❞ the words came out more shaky than she'd intended. she wasn't usually one for giving up, but she knew that she had no more energy to keep running. if coriolanus had found her, then he won.

[unhinged-greed]

It was bit too formal for Mammon to received letters these days now that they had messaging system, but then again it was quite nice to receive a hand written letter from the big boss himself. Made it more personal you know, but still king of Greed himself would never bother with such waste of time, or he would hire someone to write the letter for him. When the letter was delivered to him, Mammon was sitting at his office desk reading it word to word. Was-.. he in trouble? Was this gonna be one of those meeting type of things where Lucifer slaps long list of things Mammon may, or may have done wrong. It's the other demons fault for being so gullible.

Well it was now Saturday. Mammon had put his fancy new business suit just in case if this was some formal meeting. Much needed catch up? Who knows what that actually means. If the letter didn't say anything about snacks Mam would have hesitated. It's show time!

You see Mammon is not like normal demons oh no. He hated walking around, opening doors, even using doors. Without an actual warning the sin of Greed used his teleport ability just to poof inside the palace he was supposed to meet Lucifer. Which he did right away, the short king was there right before him... "Hey Luci! Ya missed m-... the hell are ya doing?" Mammon raised an eyebrow for seeing Luci fanning himself. Did the guy run a marathon or-..? Whatever he did, he managed to hide the ducks well. At least Mammon hasn't seen one... yet.

"Look whatever the other sins said I did, they are lying? I would never steal money from them or other demons. I earn my money with the most easy way possible. . . . Honest I mean" oh of course he made a quick bow you know, just in formalities. He was in a presence of his own boss, the king of Hell himself.

@unhinged-greed

Dearest Mammon, The Patron of Prosperity and Paragon of Possession.

It is with a degree of graciousness I extend this invitation for you to join me at the Infernal Palace for an afternoon of tea, sweet treats and a, much needed, catch up.

Date: This Saturday, upon the stroke of three.

Location: The Infernal Palace, Pride.

I am aware that you keep busy, if this arrangement is not suitable please RSVP at your soonest convenience.

With infernal regards,

Lucifer Morningstar

This was a mistake. The golden haired king had barely slept a wink the night prior — instead, he spent the night tossing and turning beneath his silken sheets, butterflies whirling up a storm inside his stomach. After so many years spent as a recluse, shut away from the world with only rubber ducks for company, something as simple as tea seemed like a stretch beyond his capability. “Pull yourself together,” Lucifer hissed at his reflection in the mirror, straightening his bow-tie with stiff movements, “You want to step up. No, fuck, you need to step up!” he poked a finger at the frustrated man in the mirror “…and step one of ‘stepping up’ is rebuilding your…uh, 'relationships', with the overlords.” Asmodeus. Beelzebub…Mammon. The overlord of Greed was a good place to start, Lucifer had thought. Sure, he could be unpredictable and prone to theatrics (perhaps a little hypocritical of the king of hell to judge) but, at his core, Mammon tended to be fairly easy to please. Simple in conversation. Lucifer took a steadying, deep, breath in and out. He shot a dazzling, perfectly practiced, smile at the mirror. It was just tea and cakes. How hard could this possibly be?

Squeak! Lucifer’s golden eyes widened in horror as he looked down to where a rubber duck lay, squished under one of his knee-high boots. It was as though time slowed down. The ducks. The fucking ducks! How had he forgotten to hide the ducks? He was so used to waltzing around the army of tiny rubber animals that they’d almost faded into the background — he barely noticed them. It was practically three already! There was no time. Speedily, running around like a madman, he simply shoved the ducks into every empty, hidden, place he could find. In the cabinet? That’ll do. In a plant pot? Sure, why not. Lucifer desperately stuffed as many ducks as possible into the closet, setting up an unavoidable avalanche of yellow ducks that was sure to unleash itself on him at a later date. Oh well, that was for future Lucifer to worry about! Lucifer stood, catching his breath for a moment. Fanning his heated face with a hand, he glanced down at his watch. Mammon should be arriving anytime now.

[thrpr0phetuseek]

ooc: I see the anons are still tormenting Tir - feel free to save this until after or place it in a separate time. Up to you! (Spoilers for the Ithaca saga, of course. When does a man become a monster? /silly)

Time in the underworld was imperceptible. Somehow, against that well-known fact, this break felt longer. Odysseus had been gone; his voice silent and his presence invisible. The only remaining piece of him was the seashell threaded charm that clicked on Tiresias' staff when shifted.

Then, he was back. The king stepped onto the island with sandal-clad feet, approaching the prophet with a small, weak smile. His cape is back, clipped over his shoulder with an old pin he had long forgotten. The depiction of the owl had been carved away, redesigned with scales.

"Hey there, star." He greets. Odysseus' voice is heavy with the weight of so much left unsaid. Tales of monsters and mistakes. Mortal and familiar. His heart is still fighting against his mind each night, and his eyes reflect the tiredness. Guilt clawing silently at scars.

[ the prophet, sat at the bottom of one of the cliff faces, barely moved. Even looking up, it didn’t feel like they even were looking. Everything about them seemed just as tired, but they seemed more broken than before, and their voice reeked of desperation to get out of their self-fed isolation ]

“What? Who—? Oh. Ody. Oh not now, please love, I can’t— not today, okay. You’re tired and I’m— . . . you don’t need to keep visiting, now. After everything. You made it back. Go enjoy your time, will you? Be with your family. For me.”

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

I just realized…

if Zhongli is dead then who will rescue Xiao from the Chasm😱??!???

… and reseal Azhdaha and whatever else he does in his story quests bUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT ABOUT XIAO?!?!!

good question! if i had to try and think of how the game's plot would play out if zhongli gets functionally offscreen'd at the start of the liyue arc, then i think having rex lapis actually die for real and be gone for good (like not even his spirit is left) would significantly alter the way the adepti behave

this could of course mean xiao just dies in the chasm, but we can also try to think of it as like- xiao knows that with rex lapis gone, he's truly the last one fighting the abyssal miasma. there's nobody to save his ass if anything happens, he quite literally cannot afford to take risks. i'm not saying he was banking on zhongli saving him in-game (i think we can all agree he wasn't); but i still think he like- on a subconscious level, knew that rex lapis was out there somewhere. and that with rex lapis out there somewhere, somehow, he would be fine, even if 'fine' meant passing away peacefully instead of like. idk. lingering as a resentful spirit or smth. especially since he did give zhongli a heads up that he was going to the chasm. like xiao knew zhongli knew. but if rex lapis is dead? i feel like that would change things. since we don't know how the gang would've ever actually managed to get out of the chasm if it hadn't been for xiao's (near) sacrifice, we don't know that it would've been possible otherwise. but since i do like my happy endings, we could have the traveler actually contribute in that scene and like. funnel energy into xiao. like you cannot tell me the traveler doesn't have a decent amount of energy that they could give xiao. or yanfei for that matter. or itto but like- he's out cold so idk. they were so close to getting out, too. a little extra energy kick from the traveler should've done the trick.

basically what i'm saying is that, on the xiao front at least, i could see how we could spin it so that xiao doesn't fucking die as soon as he's left without parental supervision for like five minutes.

azhdaha i'm not as sure. if the adepti's dynamics are all changed after rex lapis' death, i think we could make a possible argument for the hermits to like. notice something is up. if the traveler never meets zhongli, then maybe they wouldn't bring anyone to the expedition, or maybe they bring someone else? maybe one of the adepti? not saying a single one of the adepti should be able to reseal azhdaha, but again, since rex lapis is gone, i think they would step up and band together to deal with stuff as it comes up. i think all the adepti together + the traveler should be able to reseal azhdaha. i think. he coulnd't have regained all that much strenght if gnosis-less zhongli was able to (seemingly) easily seal him again

[mintytealfox]

angst, angst I say!! How much worst would it be if Norton had the touch of tuberculosis?

oh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSHH 😭😭😭😭

add a bit of BLOOD to those coughs and AAAAAAAHHH 😭😭😭😭

Like TB is infectious but can only be caught if you spend a lot of time with the person infected with it. So in Norton's case if Benny had it, then Norton would too, sense it seems like Norton only really spent time with Benny and a lot of time at that, enough to catch a thing like TB. orz Gee thanks Benny....

"Treatment Early diagnosis, adequate diet, rest, and fresh air could help some people recover or at least have a remission. However, such care wasn't an option for the poor <---------- 🙃

Death rate In 1882, TB killed one out of every seven people living in the United States and Europe

Leading cause of death In 1899, TB, also known as "consumption", was the leading cause of death worldwide

in the early 1900s, even under the best conditions, 50% of people with TB died within five years"

Bro would 95% be on his way OUT orz Bro would be at the point of: find a bed, lay in it, and calling it a life DX NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

*points at* vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv Doc Holiday

talk about not caring anymore and just collecting as MUCH money as he can in ANY WAY that he can. Like, he is gonna die soon anyway so why not grab all the money he can get his hands on for as long as he can.

the key years that might have helped him survive it were gone and wasted in the mines anyway, so, thinking his fate is sealed, might as well live a life that gives him blue skies

a life of Gambling, Drinking, Travel, Blackmail, and all around not giving a FLYING F---CARE

I think he would survive longer than he thought, but still counting his days for sure.

So he would 100% accept that invitation to a fancy manor cause "why not, sure, it'll be fun to be in a fancy place for once and a life is all it costs for all that money, then I could just relax and drink when I don't feel like gambling"

Feeling that fatigue getting to him and needing more money so he can have more rest days orz

"Those with active TB can show any of the following symptoms:

Bad cough (lasting longer than two weeks).

Pain in your chest.

Coughing up blood or sputum (mucus).

Fatigue or weakness.

Loss of appetite.

Weight loss.

Chills.

Fever.

Night sweats."

Gosh DANG orz

Like the image of Da Capo in the same room as him and he just looks an absolute sweaty mess that is sort of drunk (and being drunk causing him to be more chatty)

-Norton knowing everyone is staring at him- "what..? ya can't catch it unless you're locked in a room with me, breathing the same air for a looong while." -leans forward with a smirk- "Heeeell, we can even share a kiss right now and you wouldn't get it~"

Bro would be drowning in the walls he has put up around himself and the characters he puts on. IT would take an excavator and years to get to the real him by this point ;;

But the thought of bonding with the Da Capo/(except Orpheus pff) group through shared trauma after escaping, and and just constantly having each other's backs. Even though its a lot of getting Norton out of trouble cause he keeps going back to gambling when drunk and causing problems in towns they go to.

And then the time would come when Norton ends up in a hospital and just "looks like this is my last stop..." and unable to follow the group in their efforts to run and stay safe from anything manor related that is following them.

OH and then after hearing they left town he just gets out of bed and drinks as much booze as he can and causes one last big scene that prompts those who have been following them to go after Norton only for him to blowup one more mine.

orz

[hellsdogs]

Sen notices her the moment he enters the room. Her figure is folded around the snare drum, hands moving with rythm, tapping, tightening, tapping again, each motion searching for something she alone can hear. Her brow knits with that familiar focus he’s come to recognize, the same pursuit that has her here early he gueses : to perfect her art. The door clicks shut behind him, and he steps lightly, slipping into the shadows along the edge of the room, moving with care. He prefers to watch unseen, capturing her at her most absorbed. She doesn’t need to know he’s here—at least not yet. These moments are where the best shots lie, and with Pippa, it’s always the in-between moments, the ones she’s not performing for anyone, that are the most striking. It's not that he came early to specifically capture her but she is here and he is tempted to. But she looks up, catching on his presence. Her voice, low and warm, hums across the room. He likes her accent. Sen as an artist has lived and traveled and observed enough to catch on the treatment's given to her, the one reserved to someone foreign in this country, it's always something between adoration and rejection. Some would be obsessed with the way she looks and the pale of her skin and the exotism of her hair, while others would pretend they don't understand a word she says. They lie, her japanese is surprisingly good. Her name is cute too, he tells himself that often, the syllabes are perfect for the language : Pippa, Pi-ppa-, ピッパー , Pippa-san, Pi-chan, it just works. He nods, replying softly, “Hey.” The word feels almost swallowed up by the space between them. He’s comfortable in the quiet, preferring gestures and images to fill it. "I was going to take some preliminary shots. The emptiness of venue... before it gets filled with music and bodies has a certain soul and charm to me. But I think I’m interrupting," he speaks as he might be intruding on something private. His gaze lingers on her drum, noticing the tension in her grip. “Testing the sound?” he ventures, curiosity coloring his words. A question hovers in his mind, and he can’t resist voicing it. “You're early every time, yeah? I am too yeah, " he says answering to her question, "but you're beating me to it.” he adds, tone gentle. He, too, knows the pull of quiet moments before the world arrives, the solace found in stillness, perhaps that is what she looks for as well? Raising his camera, he frames her hands. He presses the shutter, the soft click capturing the image of her in a rare, unguarded state, an embodiment of calm laced with intent. “I couldn't resist," he admits with a corner smile as he slowly uncovers his face again. "It’s the best time to be in here, isn't it?” he says, his voice barely louder. "Not that I'm not having a blast when you guys get on stage but there's something about catching the room's quiet heartbeat first."

[jasminexbaudelaires]

Kids today…I swear. I always thought I was a smart, inquisitive kid growing up. Even when I worked at the hospital, I almost always had the answers to their random questions. But now this kid legit just made me question everything I know with one simple question. We were grooming the horse at the end of our session, he put the brushes up, and then he turned around and out of the blue asked me whose name was Bingo - the farmer or the dog. I just…I think I need to go lay down.