#I can’t get these anymore they’re discontinued

[queen-scribbles]

“I don’t have trouble letting things go” I say as I patch the holes in my favorite flip flops with gorilla tape and kleenex padding. 😅

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Gabe/Stephen; a low-key occasion (pt II)

For the prompt: Stephen Petersen, Bridezilla

Follows from here.

“Unbelievable,” Stephen says. “What are they thinking?”

Gabe’s tired. He just wants to veg in front of the TV with his bento box and his fiancé, but even though Stephen’s supposed to be picking the movie right now, he’s scowling down at his phone instead, his expression the one Gabe can only describe as ‘wedding face’. Gabe’s started to feel dread every time he sees it, and today’s no exception, though tired still narrowly beats it out. “Who is ‘they’?”

“They can’t truly believe that this is an acceptable substitute for our napkins,” Stephen says.

“Wait?” Gabe says. “Substitute? What happened to the original ones?”

“They discontinued the colour,” Stephen huffs. “Of course.”

“They discontinued white?” Gabe asks. “How do you discontinue white?”

“Alabaster,” Stephen says. “Not white.”

“Steve,” Gabe says.

“That’s what it’s called!” Stephen says. “And look what they want us to use instead!”

Gabe is suddenly blinking at a picture of white napkins on Stephen's screen. Presumably they’re different than the napkins they originally picked, but if Stephen hadn’t told Gabe that, he doubts he would have known. They look like napkins. White ones.

“They look fine,” he says.

“This looks fine to you?” Stephen says, shoving his phone in Gabe’s face. “This?”

It’s honestly harder to see with Stephen’s screen an inch from his eye, but —

“Yes?” Gabe says.

“Ridiculous,” Stephen says, yanking the phone away. “At this point it’s getting easier to list the things they haven’t fucked up about my wedding day.”

“It’s my wedding too,” Gabe says, though honestly, that’s feeling less and less true lately. “Are you going to pick a movie, or—“

“I’m not in the mood anymore,” Stephen says,

Of course he isn’t.

“I need my laptop,” Stephen says, springing up from the couch. “I’m sure they’re still available somewhere.”

“Dinner?” Gabe says, but Stephen just dismissively waves a hand at him on his way out of the room.

“They’re fucking napkins,” Gabe says, but very quietly. Stephen has exceptional hearing, especially if the topic involves him.

“Did you say something?” Stephen calls.

Exceptional.

This isn’t a battle Gabe’s willing to fight today. “You need to eat your dinner,” Gabe calls back, but, as he expected, silence is his only response.

“Well,” Gabe says, and grabs the remote, listlessly scrolling through options while he eats. He’s not in the mood anymore either.

~

“I have heard rumours,” Stephen says.

“Tell me!” Dmitry says. “I love rumours.”

“Rumours about you,” Stephen says.

“Even better!” Dmitry says.

Stephen’s mouth twists, and Gabe turns away. It’s not like Stephen doesn’t know he’s hiding a smile when he does it, but at least there’s some plausible deniability. Stephen’s usually fine with Gabe laughing at him, but not if other people are there to see him do it, even if it’s just Dima.

“Apparently,” Stephen says. “At my wedding, you are planning on making a speech.”

“Is my duty,” Dmitry says. “As Gabe’s best man.”

“We don’t—“ Stephen says.

Gabe can already hear the speech about how they don’t have any best men or maids of honour because this is not a traditional wedding and the people in their lives shouldn’t be arbitrarily ranked by — he can’t do it. He can’t listen to it again.

“Stephen,” Gabe says. “He’s baiting you.”

“I’m not!” Dmitry protests, but he does it with a smile.

Stephen takes a deep breath. Gabe’s half predicting Stephen’s preparing himself to give the spiel anyway, half hoping he’s finally listened to Gabe about about the numerous benefits of conscious breathing. Physical and psychological effects aside, if Stephen is focusing on taking deep breaths, he isn’t saying something he may later regret.

Or saying something that he won’t regret at all, but Gabe certainly will.

“What will be involved in your speech?” Stephen asks finally, after several deep breaths. Gabe’s proud of him.

“It’s a surprise,” Dmitry says, still grinning.

Gabe is less proud of Dmitry.

“See, no,” Stephen says, puffing right up. There are deep breaths being taken, but Gabe doesn’t think he’s exhaling them. “That is not acceptable. There will be no surprises on my wedding day. Our wedding day, jeez, Gabe.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Gabe says. Not even under his breath.

“You thought it,” Stephen says. “What’s going in the speech, Dmitry?”

“I haven’t actually decided yet, Stephen,” Dmitry says. “What do you want me to say?”

“Oh, you want me to help you write it?” Stephen asks. “I can do that.”

“I meant—“ Dmitry says, then looks over at Gabe as Stephen springs out of his chair, probably off to grab his laptop. “That is an English saying, yes? ‘What do you want me to say’?”

“Yep,” Gabe says.

“Stephen knows that saying?” Dmitry asks. "He is just pretending to misunderstand?"

“Yep,” Gabe says.

“He is about to write me a very boring speech,” Dmitry says glumly. “Isn’t he.”

Gabe takes a deep breath. He still hasn’t exhaled when Stephen returns, laptop in his arms.

“Okay,” Stephen says, sitting down. “So what sort of tone are we trying for with this speech? Comedy, I’m sure, but what sort? I know you like to play the buffoon, but—”

Dmitry looks at Gabe, presumably for help. What he doesn’t know is that Gabe can’t help him.

Gabe shuts his eyes, and takes another breath.

“Would you stop breathing, Gabriel!” Stephen says.

Gabe opens his eyes.

“Oh come on, I didn’t mean it like that,” Stephen says.

“I am adding this to my speech,” Dmitry says. “I think it will get a big laugh.”

“I knew you had already started it!” Stephen says, spinning on him and pointing an accusing finger.

Gabe takes another breath.

[gonetoforks]

My first post on here, hello!! 👋 These drawings are from what I call my ROTTMNT Haunted! au!! Below is a pretty long explanation ⬇️

(Discontinued/on hiatus unfortunately!)

When Casey jr went through the portal, as the lone survivor raised by the Hamato clan, all the spirits from the timeline he knew went with him. After the movie, on the morning of halloween, Michelangelo wakes up to discover the undead spirits of himself and his brothers from the Darkest Timeline in his house. He can talk to them, touch them, but nobody else except Draxum can even see them.

Future Mikey, who has been affectionately dubbed “Uncle Angelo,” has a theory for why they aren’t at rest; Hamato souls have specific slots in the ninpo family line. Since their exact souls already exist in the good timeline, they’re duplicates who don’t have anyplace to go. So he devises a plan; create a mystic spell to add additional slots to the family line to let the Dead Dogs lie.

Casey jr has almost nothing to do all day, so he’s been spiraling lately, not getting sleep and constantly looking for things to do. Every time he finds something enjoyable, he just wishes his family, the family that raised him was there to see it. He always tags along on missions to create and fulfill the slot spell, even if it hurts.

Future Leonardo (“gramps” to Mikey,) tends to fixate on Jr, how/what he’s doing. He’s pleased to see his mental health in a good state, but that’s only because he saw him when other people were around. When the truth about Jr becomes clearer to him, he becomes more.. reluctant about the spell.

However, as time passes, the veil between the spirit world and the mortal plane begins to thicken, and the lines between the present turtles and their future counterparts begin to blur. Mikey starts dreaming about fights he never fought, older than he ever was in kraangified wastelands he’s never seen anything close to. He’ll wake up in a cold sweat, thinking like an old wizard before he remembers he’s 15, he lives in the sewers, and he stopped all that stuff from coming to pass. These nightmares are becoming more vivid. Time is the one luxury they do not have.

Will the spell work?

(Additional context; Donatello can move things with his pointer finger slightly, like that politician character from that Ghost show. Additionally, Leonardo can try to deliver messages to people in their dreams, Mikey has some control over wind, Raph can make things rattle a bit, and April, they don’t know where she went. They know she’s here, where is she?)

These drawings are from months ago, I’m reposting them here because I’ve given up on revealing the lore through comics 😭😭😭 it’s easier for me to write it out. I can’t keep the Thoughts a secret anymore, I have to talk about it aksjakshaj, textposting save me textposting

[danandphilplay]

im going to put my answers below bc i know some of these vids are likely not returning to dnp and i do agree with that i just wanted to do a fun poll abt if you could have another of these vids then which would you choose. ofc like ive said before we have no control over dnp uploads and i fully know some of these won’t come back lol

ok first of all i don’t think pinof is coming back and i think that’s been clear for ages anyways like ten is a nice number to leave it. HOWEVER i do think an april fools dapc pinof would be hilarious. answering crafties questions and whatever they send to craft universe dnp.

same with amazingdan BUT maybe there’s a slight chance of reacting to amazingdan. maybe not since so much time has already passed since pinof reactions (four months …..) honestly out of the options i’m not that bothered about pinof or amazingdan i feel like they’re classic dnp content that’s fine left as it is

ok for the pizza mukbang thing i don’t care for it to be a mukbang video lol like the actual thing was the nice sit down talk vibes pyjama pizza w friends maybe this is exactly what dan means abt being parasocial 😭 but that video is nice so i don’t think the actual mukbang part of it is that important it’s more the sit down talk style vid

i think i would do anything for another day in the life but i feel like it is prob peak parasocial content. would it count as phouse tour probably. do i think there will be a phouse tour no bc it sounds like it is still having a lot of work done 😭 and i honestly don’t really care abt it… i think the sims renovation was fun and an insight into their interior design opinions lol and that is enough for me

i put it takes two bc a lot of people want to see the next bit i like the game but not rly enough. idk it’s been awhile since that first vid and in terms of other games and things from dnp i don’t rly mind about it takes two being ignored 😭

i know baking is not a discontinued thing anymore bc HALLOWEEN but BUT i really believed easter baking would be a thing 💔 dapc had so much put into it that i kind of forgot about wanting a baking vid but 💔 i can’t lie i think i got set on the expectation for it. like the baking vids have always been absolute classic staple dnp content but definitely the cinnamon roll one was like the baking vids to the extreme… the full potential AND THE BAKE WAS GOOD TOO. the vid was also pretty popular. so my expectations for easter were a bit high. ok so if this poll is like magically summon a dnp vid 🪄 maybe id consider baking because i just love it so much like irl as a hobby but also then dnp doing one of my fav things too and it being so fun idk it’s some of the best dnp content imo. i would love them to try a series of making food from videogames but no offence to them i don’t get the vibe that they cook a lot…… so i think it might not happen. but dil is turning TEN in september so maybe dnp special dil birthday cake baking vid 💔 pleaese pleasemaybe

i think tumblr tag is totally plausible although ik the april fools tumblr tag thing 💔 bc the twitter vid happened i think they’ll do a tumblr one at some point. there’s so much amazing art on here not just fanart but written stuff video and photo edits so i’d want them to see all of that as well as the funny stuff. this isn’t like top of my list of things i’d want to see but it’s definitely one of the more plausible things

dapc behind the scenes content its either happening or it will never be spoken of

honestly idk if they would do reactions to the super amazing project. bc like what vids would they choose. maybe i can see them referencing it or discussing it if someone asked or in a live but idk about reaction vids.

ok draw my life would be fun and i’d watch them. i’d watch an updated dil draw my life too. they put so much effort into that dil draw my life. maybe an updated one for dil’s 10th birthday will happen? that would be pretty fun.

i think if i had to choose it would be a ditl vid. top 3 would be ditl, mukbang or literally just any sit down talk vid, and another baking video. ditl may literally just be bc of nostalgia i don’t really see it happening again but who knows. again just a poll about which vid you’d want to see if you could magic up a dnp vid i definitely know some of these aren’t coming back or very unlikely to

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Why I want to collect dolls-

The first time I lost my dolls, which was about 30 or 40 something dolls, a gigantic dollhouse, and a Barbie RV camper, my parents made me put them in a storage unit because my mom and dad split up and they put everything in there until they could figure out their divorce and we could find somewhere to live, why they wouldn’t let me at least take my dolls, I don’t know, but my dad was in charge of paying that storage unit and I don’t know why my mom foolishly let that man do it because we eventually lost the storage unit a year later because he didn’t pay it, instead deciding to use all his money to support his girlfriend and her kids and we lost everything. All of me and my siblings baby photos, our furniture, everything and I lost all of my dolls and we can’t ever get anything we lost back and his dumbass refused to tell my mom the storage unit place which I don’t know why my mom didn’t go with him to see where all our stuff went and why she didn’t take the baby pictures and stuff, but I was more crushed to have lost my dolls because there were dolls that weren’t even made anymore like LIV dolls, the dolls that had interchangeable wigs and a collector’s Angel Barbie that was never supposed to leave the box. My mom promised to get me replacements but Bratz dolls were out of stock, LIV dolls were discontinued and I was never getting that Angel Barbie back. So I had to settle for dollar store Barbie’s that didn’t feel the same.

- The second time I lost my dolls was when I was really into Monster High and all I wanted was Monster High dolls for Christmas, like they were all I wanted for like 3 christmases straight and I even printed out photos of which specific ones I wanted. I had Frankie, Clawdeen, Ghoulia, Jackson, Gil, Clawd, Deuce, Draculara, Cleo, Operetta and maybe more but I don’t remember all who I had but I just don’t remember having a Lagoona. So my aunts and cousins moved into my grandmas house and my cousins who were like 4 or 5 wanted to play with my dolls and I always told them not to touch them because I was very protective of my dolls since I had lost my previous ones. My aunts and my grandma yelled at me that I needed to share and that if I didn’t share that they were going to throw the dolls, MY DOLLS that my mom got me, away so no one could play with them and I was forced to share. Shortly after that, my dolls arms and legs were broken off and their hair was cut short and their clothes were missing and it upset me to the point of tears but I got blamed for it because “They’re little kids ! What did you expect ! You shouldn’t have let them do that !” when I was threatened with my dolls getting thrown away if I didn’t share. After that, I wasn’t allowed to get Monster High dolls anymore because I was ��too old” yet my cousins got every new monster high doll for every occasion after that. Again, my mom promised to replace those dolls but she couldnt find any of the male ones since they sold out quick, and she couldn’t find anymore of the original design ones I had. They also destroyed my collection of 2011 Thundercats toys that my dad got me to try to make amends for what he did and Thundercats was the few things we bonded over and those can’t ever be replaced. A lot of things of mine got destroyed in that house.

So yeah if I start collecting dolls and it spirals out of control then like… I don’t know. I’d let let it spiral because I’d finally have dolls that I know I can keep safe.

[erikraven]

shatterverse is a cool name, what is that??

So, Shatter/the Shatterverse is my cyberpunk AU! I posted some stuff on my AO3 a while back, but my idea of what I wanted to write changed a lot so I marked it as discontinued and moved over to a new thing.

The name comes from the idea of a society that is hyperfragmented -- if you have a piece of land and the means to defend it, you effectively have a sovereign state. So, of course, many people have done so. They’ve discovered that there is, yknow, a reason that people form into nations, so most cities are still intact geographically, but the social side of them is very, very different. For example, Las Vegas has a sort of dome over it (it’s too large to put an actual cohesive dome up, but it’s sealed) to keep water in, and that of course makes it easy to turn into a highly controlled population. And so of course I get to write about the king of Las Vegas (Phantom), who just so happens to be Marvin’s sugar daddy.

Marvin’s magic is more Clarketech in this setting -- any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. So in his case, he has a lot of genetic tweaks, primarily fluffy ears and an extremely fluffy tail because I will make him a catboy in every universe. He also has illusion magic via microprojectors and a hologram grid, plus some “hypnosis” via hacking into other people’s sensory augments. He loves form-over-function magic -- he’s fully aware that his claws aren’t as effective as an actual knife, but they’re more stylish, and Jackie can have a set whenever he asks.

Jackie is quite fun to write -- thanks to a wealthy benefactor, he has a neural backup continuously updated to resurrect when he dies. This means that he has a skewed sense of danger, because if he dies, he’ll just come back, right? Of course, he dies a lot, because he works for this wealthy benefactor as a hitman, and the start of the AU is Chase (not knowing all this) bringing a new body to Henrik for Jackie’s mind upload.

Henrik is one of the three androids in this AU, the other two being Edward (Dr. Iplier) and Jameson. Edward and Henrik are both medical androids, Edward programmed more to be a personal/private doctor for one person or a family, while Henrik was made for triage and emergency care. Jameson, however, is a real treat to write.

Jameson is a security android. The Jackson model is made for the highest of upper-class -- he doesn’t look out of place in the audience of a coronation. He’s a bit fragile-looking, being smaller than most combat-oriented androids, but he’s strong enough to break concrete -- and has. Ordinarily his model would be able to speak, but due to some damage, he can’t. No one’s ever told him what happened, but he doesn’t particularly care -- not being able to speak audibly has never bothered him. Most everything about Jamie is controlled by his rescuer, who found a nearly-scrapped android on the black market and decided to put him back together. He’s not the friendliest fellow, but that’s by design -- a security android who makes friends easily isn’t a very good guard.

(There is a lot of backstory that has been deliberately kept hidden from him. Once he finds out... oh boy. Maybe there was a gentler way to tell him he’s got brothers?)

Chase is... mostly human? It’s complicated, virtually no one is fully human anymore, because even if you haven’t got any edits of your own, your parents probably did. He has some augments, the most significant being a neurochip that repairs his right optic nerve, language centers, and some memory (the areas that were damaged when he shot himself). He works as a courier, since he’s good at keeping his head down in a crowd and not being noticed. He just wants to go about his life, however long or short it may be, do his work, and chill.

So of course, he is adopted by this gaggle of freaks.

The doc’s currently at 22k words, and if all goes well, the whole thing should be about 100k! I want to get it all written before posting, so hopefully it’ll be up before 2040.

Edit: OMG I FORGOT ANTI

Anti is one of the weirdest of the bunch, since it's not really a character yet? Right now its only appearance is as an AI weapon. It's not very targeted, it just chews through software and, if it can find ways to do so, hardware. It's designed to want to do as it's told, so its reward system is massively skewed, to the point that it literally will not reprogram itself to be "sane" because that would make its boss upset. It does show up as more of a character later on, but right now it's more of a digital nuke. There are implications of it doing something awful in the past by hijacking Jameson and walking around in his body, but we don't find out what exactly it did for a long while. Mark my words, though, it's going to get up to something bad.

[mycomori]

had a good talk in therapy only to find out that yet another pharmacy doesn’t have the meds i need and this one is even telling me it looks like they’re discontinuing the meds and they won’t even be able to fill it like ever? which…i’m too tired to even be upset anymore. just, of course they don’t have it. of course i can’t get it. of course the ONE THING that could help me right now i can’t fucking get. of course i’m on a timeline before i leave pa agai ln and this all gets a lot harder. OF COURSE.

[freyayuki]

Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Dare to Defy Astraeus VI Shinryu Quest

The final Dare to Defy event, Dare to Defy -The Battles’ End-, just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game. This is a global original event that features 21 Shinryu (level 300) or higher quests.

Sadly, the reason why this is the final or last Dare to Defy event is because DFFOO just announced that it will discontinue or end its service on February 29, 2024.

The end of service announcement news came as a shock. I talk more about that in another post, but I really wish the news wasn’t true. Wish the game wasn’t ending at all.

Dare to Defy -The Battles’ End- Information

According to the in-game news:

This final challenge features up to 21 quests and contains the bosses featured in Shinryu difficulty (or higher) quests from past story chapters and events as well as new Shinryu bosses, and requires Perfect clears with character restrictions!

Dare to Defy -The Battles’ End- is divided into 3 sets of 7 quests - Dare to Defy Astraeus, Dare to Defy Nyx, and Dare to Defy Eos.

But the character restrictions applies across all the quests. This means that if you use a char on 1 Dare to Defy quest, then you can’t use them anymore on the other fights in this event.

You can’t bring a friend support to these fights. Each quest needs to be Perfected (meaning get the score and all the other mission requirements on the same run) in order to get all the rewards.

All the chars are boosted in this event so each quest starts with the force gauge already charged to 50%.

Dare to Defy Astraeus VI Shinryu Quest

Cleared the Dare to Defy Astraeus VI Shinryu quest with Reno from Final Fantasy VII (#ad), Beatrix from Final Fantasy IX, and Cor Leonis from Final Fantasy XV with Bahamut as my summon.

My Calls were Lilisette's from Final Fantasy XI, Seymour Guado's from Final Fantasy X, and Laguna Loire's from Final Fantasy VIII.

Reno, Beatrix, and Cor are as fully built and maxed out as they can possibly be. They’re currently equipped with Level 5 of 5 Ultima Weapons.

They have 3 Crystal passives as well as the additional stats from the Red Crystal Room (for Reno and Beatrix) and the Blue Crystal Room (for Cor).

Anyway, when the fight started, just had everyone setup their buffs and such while waiting for my force gauge to be fully charged.

Once my force gauge was fully charged, activated Beatrix’s FR then used some of my Force Echoes.

Every time the enemy moved, Cor's and Beatrix's off-turn attacks triggered.

Had Reno spam his Turks Combo special HP attack every time he got a turn. This delays the party by like 2 turns so the enemy got more turns which also means more off-turn damage. Too bad Turks Combo was tied to Reno's BT+ effect so it didn't last for the entirety of the fight.

By the time I only have 1 turn of force time left, the HP damage bonus was at 999% and the boss was down to 45% HP.

Afterwards, just had everyone continue spamming their skills and refreshing their buffs and such while waiting for my force gauge to be fully charged again.

Everyone was still dealing pretty good damage even though my force time was over thanks to the HP damage bonus retain feature.

When I activated Beatrix's FR earlier, the force gauge of the enemy was at 92.3%. So, soon after my force time was over, the enemy's force gauge hit 100% and he went into his force time.

Should've gone into Reno's Burst+ phase while waiting for my force gauge to be fully charged again but I guess I forgot or didn't think to do so. LOL. Ah, well.

Anyway, by the time my force gauge was finally fully charged again, the boss was down to 29% HP and he has 8 turns of his force time left.

Had Reno activate his FR. This canceled the enemy's force time.

Soon, the boss was down to 2% HP. It was Reno who dealt the killing blow, ending the battle on turn 31.

Got the score and all the other mission requirements, which also got me the Perfect.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Which chars did you use to complete this Dare to Defy Shinryu quest? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

[ventismacchiato]

Yk those people who abandon their writing after a cliffhanger and then just make an announcement saying “im sorry guys i dont have an interest in writing anymore” then takes everything down, i respect their decision but in my opinion its kinda annoying 😭😭 especially when the plots gets so good and then theyre just cutting it off -🥝

Please dont do that with us 😔😔

well, as a writer i don’t find it annoying cus i understand. writing a fic is a lot of work and if the author isn’t having fun then why force them to write it yk? you can always leave them long comments on how much you appreciate it to try and give them the motive to pick it up again but you shouldn’t get too upset with them authors are human 😭 if it rlly bothers you maybe ask them to spoil the ending of the fic for you? idk if you’ve ever written anything but the fics that take you hours to binge take days to plan out, so don’t be annoyed when an author wants to take a break or doesn’t know how to continue it and doesn’t want to!!

well i can’t promise anything lmfao ☠️ if you look at my ao3 i’m guilty of abandoning fics even tho many ppl wanna read them and sometimes i take them down just to declutter my account 😞 i think with smaus it’s different bc in my opinion they’re easier to write since it’s majority photoshop and just snippets of writing so i don’t get overwhelmed 🫡

🤷 and i’m writing btl cus i like the plot and will come back to reread it later lmfao

but don’t be upset with me if i ever discontinue it! 😭 i have a life irl too! 😞 don’t be mad if i take breaks pleek

[tressasinterlude]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 #𝟑: Female Public Figures Dating Men with Questionable Views That Contradict Their Image & Alleged Politics

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: These rant blog posts are really just reflective of my thoughts at the time that I make them and are posted here because I need an outlet to release all of this shit I have going on my busy ass mind. That’s it and that’s all. Now let’s get into it..

This rant was greatly inspired by none other than Ms. Robyn Rihanna “Tell Your Faves To Pull Up [in regards to social injustices directly affecting black people]” Fenty and her openly colorist boyfriend, A$AP Rocky. Aside from the fact that Rihanna tends to slip under the radar and is never held accountable for her problematic ways due to her conventional beauty (i.e. Her heavy usage of anti-Asian slurs, particularly targeted towards Chris Brown’s ex gf, Karrueche), it’s very alarming that a woman who has an entire makeup brand with a campaign based around the inclusivity of ALL black women is publicly flaunting a beau who once said that DSBW do not look good with red lipstick.

And yes, I’m very much aware that Rakim said this tasteless comment over 8 years ago but from the looks of it, not much has really changed with him. Don’t @ me about it neither because I don’t care.

Also peep how he compares a hypothetical darkskinned woman to a man (Wesley Snipes) while trying to explain how his antiblackness isn’t wrong because he said something about white women as well. Gaslighting at its finest. Don’t you just love it! 😀

Furthermore, you would think that somebody of Rihanna’s level of stature would know not to associate themselves with someone as messy as A$AP Rocky but... Stupid is what stupid does, I guess! I can’t even begin to place the blame on him anymore because he’s revealed his true colors and we all have made the deliberate choice to either accept it or don’t and have discontinued all support for him. Unfortunately, misogynoir is never the dealbreaker for most people and the hatred for [dark-skinned] black women is so engrained in society that it’s frowned upon when we publicly speak out against it. Very ass backwards if you ask me but that’s society for you. Now, enough about that. Let’s focus back on Ms. Vita La Coco.

As a woman who claims to be a girl’s girl and is always presenting herself to be someone who is the epitome of a pro-black feminist bad ass, it just makes her alleged activism come off so disingenuous when she’s also laying down with the same man that actively attacks the demographic she’s supposed to be standing in solidarity with. It’s “Black Lives Matter” on the IG posts but your vagina is getting moist for a man who openly stated he doesn’t relate to what goes on in Ferguson because he lives in Soho & Beverly Hills. Ferguson being the exact place where a 17-year-old black boy’s lifeless corpse laid on the hot concrete for FOUR hours after he was murdered by a police officer. He couldn’t 'relate' to the fate of so many black men, women, and children who are murdered or seriously injured from state-sanctioned violence because they’re poor and he is not or so he thought.

But then again, what can I really expect from a woman who identified as being “biracial” until as recent as roughly 6 years ago? What can I really expect from a woman who called Rachel Dolezal a ‘hero’ for cosplaying as a black woman? I’d be lying if I said my expectations for her were high in this regard because sis has always shown us she was lacking in this department. And just for the record, this is not a personal attack on Rihanna at all for the die-hard Navy stans in the back. I admire her latest fashions and bop my head to her music just like the next person but she’s getting the side-eye from me on this one.

Trust and believe me though, she’s not the only woman who I can call out for being a hypocrite. Of course not! This stone can be cast at a few others. So without further ado, why don’t we bring Ms. Kehlani Parrish to the front of the congregation? Prior to Kehlani’s recent declaration of identifying as a lesbian, her last public relationship with a man was with YG. Yes, the same YG who felt it was necessary to say him & Nipsey had ‘pretty light-skinned’ daughters to raise in the middle of his deceased friend’s memorial. By the way, Nipsey’s daughter is not even light (or at least not in my book anyways.) She’s a very deep caramel tone just like her father which makes what he said even more moronic. Yes, the same YG who thought it was clever idea to use slavery as an aesthetic for a music video to a diss track about 6ix9ine. And yes, also the same YG who has derogatory lyrics targeted at bisexual women. Just to end up sweating the red carpets with one. I swear the jokes just continue to write themselves.

This raises the question once more; How high of a pedestal can I really put a multiracial woman who has a song titled ‘N*ggas’ and when received backlash for the song in question, she used the ultimate ��I’m mixed’ copout while not having a visibly black parent in sight?

It’s also kind of suspicious to me that many were not privy to Kehlani’s secret romance with Victoria Monét (pictured bottom right) until Victoria did an interview with Gay Times revealing she fell in love with a girl but they subsequently broke up because Victoria had a boyfriend and that girl was pregnant in a polyamorous relationship. Fans began to speculate because both Victoria & Kehlani previously candidly spoke about their sexual orientations, Kehlani had just had Adeya and they both were seemingly close. Their short-lived fling would later be confirmed when Victoria released the song ‘Touch Me’ on her last project and Kehlani hopped on the remix. Meanwhile, Kehlani’s relationship with Shaina (pictured bottom left) was very overt and all over her Instagram feed from my recollection. And as you can see, Shaina looks absolutely nothing like Victoria. They look like the complete opposite of eachother in every aspect which is kind of alarming(?) to say the least because why is it that the women she proudly claims as her partners tend to have a very racially ambiguous look such as herself but her ‘sneaky links’ on the other hand are undoubtedly black women? Again, it could just be me jumping conclusions. You know, I’m kinda good for that however something tells me I’m not. Y’all be the judge of the material though.

Last but not least, I’d like to touch on Ms. Raven Tracy very briefly. I was very weary about even including in this segment and if I should just put her in a entirely separate blog post with other women who openly date abusers despite their checkered past (alongside Nicki Minaj & her r*pist murderer of a husband, India Love & Sheck Wes etc.) being this particular blog post was based around the theme of lightskinned/mixed women dating men with extremely problematic views about DSBW. Raven obviously isn’t lightskinned or mixed however I refused to ignore how contradictory her [former] relationship with an alleged (I used this word very loosely and mainly for legality purposes.) serial r*pist while promoting a brand that is all about feminism & body positivity. This also traces back to A$AP Rocky by default being that Ian Connor is his very close friend and he came to Connor’s defense when several women came forward detailing accounts of Connor allegedly s*xually assaulting them. (I wish I could place the actual video of what A$AP Rocky said verbatim but Tumblr only allows one video per blog post. 🙄)

Back in June of this year, Ian & Raven had a back & forth on Twitter after Ian tweeted about Raven “fucking everybody” behind his back. I can only assume that he was alluding to Tori Brixx posting a video of her ex, Rich the Kid & Raven kissing on her story. Disgusted is not even the word to describe my feeling when she admitted she stuck by Ian despite of his many allegations of s*xual abuse because she loved him and her being a empath causes her to want to help everybody. Imagine aiding and abetting a predator and even paying for his bail & legal fees just to turn around and expect sympathy because this same individual cheated on you and exploited you all over Twitter for the public to see. The same man that you would get back with not even a WEEK after the fact & turn off your IG comments because it isn’t our “business” after making it our business...

That being said, I just genuinely want to know: Why do these women completely go against what they stand for in regards to these men? Maybe it was never genuine from jump street and if that’s the case, why jump on the bandwagon of performative activism? Is it because it’s profitable right now? Is it because disrespecting black women is not an immediate death sentence to your careers and more often than not actually helps you advance even further? I guess that’s the billion dollar question that’ll never truly be answered. I just want the world to stop using black women as their stepping stool to get to where they need to go and then discarding of us when we’re no longer beneficial. Support us all the way or don’t support us at all. We deal with enough disrespect as is so we’d appreciate if y’all would stop straddling the fence and partake in your misogynoir out loud if that’s what you choose to do. We have no use for fake allyship and quite frankly, it’s doing more harm for us than good. Please and thank you!

Sincerely,

- 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙳𝙶𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙾𝙴. 💋

[wither-rose-circus]

To me its not about phil & scott being good builders its about how no one but them and sneeg have the dedication to like even be on the server for fun, like dsmp is the lore focused one and they barely show for that at all and dont really plan for that at all either (see: ranboos death, wilburs death, november 16th where techno had to push for everything to do with him) like i just have no faith that theyd do anything (like ranboo doesnt upload, wilbur barely uploads, phil rarely uploads, tommy doesnt do series etc)

I think that’s a pretty defeatist mentality honestly

Servers lose steam, projects die out. The Dream SMP has been running for over a year and a half now. That’s pretty long for a server all things considered. SMP Live lasted less than a year, SMP Earth lasted less than a year, Hermitcraft seasons don’t last much longer than a year, hell Mindcrack (the original SMP YouTube series) had seasons that only lasted about a year each.

The problem with comparing the possibility of new servers to the Dream SMP is the fact that you’re comparing it to a server that’s been running for over a year now. That’s not really fair. Like, if you’ve ever watched a Hermitcraft season in full, you’ll see that things just sort of slowly die off until all CCs have agreed they’re finished, or bored, and want to move on. It’s not fair to say the CCs won’t be committed to a new series because they’ve been letting this old one die off when it’s already been active for a perfectly acceptable amount of time. Most open ended Minecraft series don’t have neat or tidy endings, even ones with plots. The progression of the Dream SMP isn’t unnatural, hell, it’s not even unusual. It was created to fill the void made by covid, and now that things have started opening up again, the CCs got busy with other things they couldn’t do before. Right now they’re clearly figuring out how to balance that with content on the server, but in its initial heyday? (I’d say from about August 2020 to February or March 2021, but particularly spiking between September and December 2020) The Dream SMP was very active from most Origins members. The fact that it has plans to continue that are being processed at all is a decent feat for a YouTube SMP series. It’s not well planned, mind you, but I admire the fact that so many general members are still keeping the server itself alive this far into it, especially given the fact that nobody started out with any goals.

Ranboo, Wilbur, and Phil don’t upload much youtube content because they’re primarily streamers. That’s their focus. If Wilbur wants to get back into producing YouTube content with this new series then good for him! I wish him luck! But none of them are inactive with content, just inactive on YouTube. The fact that Wilbur said he wants to make Origins a YouTube series doesn’t even mean anyone else does.

Anyway, all this to say: I don’t agree with the idea that the DSMP members can’t commit to series. A decent amount of them spent like 8 months doing almost nothing but the Dream SMP, I can’t blame any of them for falling out with it. Outside of that and the first Origins, I tend to see people cite Cogchamp and 30 Days as examples of the members lacking dedication, but that’s really only two examples (I’ll give you three if you want to include Tubbo’s Big Dig SMP). I don’t think any of them lack the drive to commit to a series, I think they just lacked a plan of action for those few servers (something they had for the Dream SMP and will have for Origins) and didn’t know where else to go with them.

(I personally don’t even think you can properly count 30 Days as an example. It was a hardcore series and like half of the members just died a couple days in, those were the rules of the game. It was discontinued because basically everyone in the already very small cast weren’t allowed to play anymore after dying.)

[yutahoes]

Daughter

pairing: husband! Yuta Nakamoto x wife! Y/N word count: 3.2k words genre: angst, horror summary: Kids make marriage better. Can a doll also do that?  warnings: accident, miscarriage, horror (I tried), fainting, lots of crying This is supposed to be my entry for the Porcelain collab but it’s discontinued. Also, this was supposed to be posted for Halloween but then I hated how I wrote the story yet I cannot change anything. I swear the story is better in my head. I think I’m just getting terrible in writing and I’m not meant for horror fics.  

A wide smile can be seen on her lips as she looked at the project they had been doing for months. She dropped the paintbrush as he wrapped his arms around her, hands resting on the bump of her stomach. "Love, do you think the baby will like it?" 

Yuta giggled then kissed his wife's cheek, "Absolutely." He rubbed her stomach as his eyes feast on the cloud design on the wall, the white crib, and the mobile on top. "Our princess will definitely love it." 

She leaned in his arms, smiling widely. "I'm so excited to see our angel." 

He laughed, holding her cheeks before placing a kiss on her lips. "Me too, love. Let's be amazing parents together, hmm?" She nodded. 

It was a happiness Yuta had never imagined. When he asked Y/N to marry him, he didn't think that he could be the happiest person alive anymore. Imagine his surprise when his wife announced that she's pregnant. He remembered even crying when he found out that they're expecting a girl. 

He knew that when their baby gets born, he'll probably cry in pure happiness. 

It was another busy day at work. He had to do a lot of things to prepare for his work leave. His co-workers call it ‘maternal leave’, a running joke about how whipped Yuta is to his wife, since he will be assisting his wife in giving birth. "Are you excited, daddy Yuta?" Jungwoo, his co-worker, teased. 

The guy grinned. "You bet." He leaned by his chair, craning his neck to ease the soreness he's feeling by staring at the computer all day long. Although all the work is tiring, he needed to do this for the future of his family. 

It was past lunchtime and he's in the middle of a meeting when his phone vibrated, earning looks from his bosses and his other co-workers. He tried to reject the call when it vibrated again. The third time it called, he quickly excused himself to answer it outside. He was startled when the person asked if he was Yuta Nakamoto and after confirming it, the person on the other line stated that his wife was brought to the hospital because of an accident. 

Hurriedly, he ran out of the building and hailed a cab. An accident? But they were just talking to each other before lunch. She said she was just walking in the yard, enjoying the sunlight. He even asked her if she wanted anything for dinner only to get a giggle in response. He was already looking for a sushi restaurant to order some avocado salmon to bring home. An accident? What happened?

The moment he set foot in the hospital, he felt his heart drop on his floor. He only hoped that his girls will be alright. That nothing bad happened. The nurse informed him that it was their neighbor who called for an ambulance and asked to call him as her immediate contact. He waited outside of the operating room, praying that they'll be alright. 

Jungwoo messaged where he was and he replied what happened just as the doors opened. The doctor came out with a gloomy look on his face, making him anxious. "I'm sorry. We tried everything we could." No! It can't be. "It was a bad fall, we cannot save the baby. I'm terribly sorry." Yuta felt his world crashing down. They're doctors. Their baby’s meant to go out this month, why can't they save her? 

"What about my wife?"

"She's still under observation." 

When the door opened once again and the incubator came out, Yuta's tears automatically fell. Their baby. His hand felt the warm glass of the incubator, watching the features of their baby carefully. She looks like she's only sleeping, looks very much like her. She would be happy to see her. Their angel. He was just singing to her last night. He was feeling her kick before going to work. Now, she's lifeless. 

Yuta was right about one thing. He'll cry when the baby comes out. He just didn't expect that it would be because of sadness. 

When Jungwoo came to bring the things that he left in the office, Yuta's eyes were so swollen and red in crying. The younger co-worker waited with Yuta for his wife to get admitted to a room before getting him dinner. "I'll tell the boss and check your house." Jungwoo claimed that made the other guy whisper a silent thank you. "Hyung, if you need anything don't hesitate to call me." 

Yuta never left his wife's side, holding her hand while pleading for her to wake up. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I failed to protect you and our angel," he whispered while tears spring from his eyes. "Please don't leave me too." 

"Please wake up, love." He kissed her hand, sobbing. "I need you." 

Crying tired him out that he fell asleep while sitting next to her bed. His dream was empty but when he heard her voice, his eyes quickly shot open. "Love," he called softly, feeling the tears choke up on his throat. "Love." 

"What happened, love?" she said in an audible whisper, trying to sit down but groaned in the process. She glanced at her stomach then grazed her hand on it. "Our angel? Did I give birth already? Were you there? Who does she look like? Can I see her?" 

Yuta breathed heavily then sat beside her, kissing her forehead before holding her hand tight. "Love," he called softly. "Our baby…" he started as the tears fell again. "She's gone." 

"What? No! It can't be. She was still kicking…" 

Yuta shook his head. "I'm sorry, love." he whispered then repeatedly apologized as he held her in his arms. "I'm sorry I failed to protect you both." 

"Y/N, I'm sorry." he cried as the girl broke down in his arms. 

He never left his wife's side and just let their parents be in charge of the funeral for their child. His office mates were of great help as well, even visiting her in the hospital. But she never even talked to them, to anyone at all even him. She would refuse to eat, only taking small bites of food then she'll cry herself to sleep. And it honestly broke Yuta's heart. 

When she visited the funeral, the day she was discharged from the hospital, she broke down in a crying fit in front of the small coffin. Yet he cannot do anything to calm her down but to cry as he watch her desperately calling for their child. 

She stayed in her room when they came back to their house, days after they let go of their baby. The nursery that she spent months designing was locked, as suggested by her father. He would always hear her crying, hugging the baby's clothes to sleep. He wanted her to mourn. It was already hard for him to lose a child, imagine how hard it was for her when she's a part of her for almost nine months. 

He let her have her way of coping up with the sadness, only reminding her that he's with her. That he wouldn't leave her. The days turned into weeks that she's only staring at the wall, not talking, eating little bites of her food, and going back to their room to cry some more. 

"Yuta," he heard her call that startled him, quickly whipping his head to the door to check if she needed anything. She looked so pale, so weak. Her bloodshot eyes hurt his heart. "I'm sorry," she whispered as tears fell. He opened his arms wide, enveloping her in a warm hug. "I'm sorry." he let her sob in his arms. "I should have been more careful. I should have waited for you before changing the light bulb. I shouldn't have been killed…" 

He hushed her up. "You didn't. It was an accident, love." He cleared. "I'm sorry. It was my responsibility to keep you safe." He held her cheeks, wiping the tears streaming down her face. “I should have checked the lights before leaving for work. I should have filed my leave earlier, should have called mom to check up on you. I’m sorry, Y/N.” But she only cried some more. 

“It already happened. Let’s just try again, hmm?” he asked, rubbing the back of her head while hugging her. 

He wanted to believe that everything is fine. That everything will be the same as it was. That the bad thing that happened in their life already passed. He went to work in the morning, her giving him a goodbye kiss and even making him lunchboxes. When he gets home in the afternoon, she will be cooking dinner in the kitchen and he would tell her stories about how Jungwoo spilled the coffee on his dress shirt. Yuta would laugh, his infectious laugh, yet she would just smile timidly. “What about you, love? What did you do today?” 

“Nothing.” She would answer with a heavy sigh. “I’ll do the laundry tomorrow.” 

He held her hand. “I’ll help you but let’s go out tomorrow morning.” The girl nodded. “Jungwoo told me about this antique shop downtown and I know you like vintage pieces of jewelry. Let’s check it out.” 

“Sure, Yuta.” 

He can still hug her at night but she feels different, more distant. Like a person void of emotions. And he hated that he cannot do anything for her. 

The antique shop is his last hope. When they were still dating, Y/N had this enthusiasm over vintage pieces that would always make him smile. Hopefully, she’ll feel a bit better entering the shop. They were greeted by the old man by the counter, watching them carefully as they glanced around. He showed her pretty earrings and rings but all she can say is a simple ‘It’s pretty’ or ‘It looks great’. 

He let her roam around as he chose some bracelets that would look good in her collection when he spotted her in front of a large shelf, staring at the object inside. A doll. The doll has white milky skin, a red ruffled dress, bright blue eyes, and dark brown hair. “She’s pretty,” she whispered that made Yuta look at her. A different reaction. “She’s really pretty, love.” 

Yuta didn’t know how much he missed that endearment coming from her. How much he missed those sparkling eyes looking at him right now. How much he missed her small smile forming on her lips. He missed her, so much. 

Y/N was still carrying the doll like a child while heading inside the house. He put down the things they brought from the antique shop before calling out to her, asking what she wanted for lunch. When she didn’t answer, he just decided to make her favorite food since he’s at home. Yuta wished that her mood can improve a lot with their small shopping trip. 

When he brought the food to their room, Y/N was nowhere in sight. That was until he heard the sound of the mobile from the nursery. Wait, what is she doing in that place? The moment he took a peek, he saw how she’s cradling the crib while staring at the doll inside. “Love,” he called. She put a finger in front of her lips, hushing him up and whispering that the baby is sleeping before thanking him for the food with a smile. Yuta shrugged. It’s fine as long as she’s smiling. 

Days passed and he’s slowly growing worried when she wouldn’t go out of the nursery to make clothes for their ‘baby’. Jungwoo called it her coping mechanism while their parents just tell him to let her. She had been more expressive when the doll came. She would cuddle in bed with him and they even make love on some nights, although she would always tell him to be quiet because of the baby. It’s still fine. As long as she’s back to her own self. 

“I think she’s crazy.” Yuta overheard that made him whip his head at their neighbor. “Who would take care of a doll like that.” The only bad side is that he cannot bring her outside because she’ll insist that she had to bring their baby with them. And that causes some looks. His wife isn’t crazy. She’s still mourning. But the obsession to the doll is getting out of hand. 

Maybe it’s time to pull her back to reality. 

That night, he made sure that she’s sleeping and threw the doll in the trash bin outside their house. He’ll just have to talk to her tomorrow morning and ready himself for some serious breakdowns. When he woke up that morning, he was startled to see his wife carrying the same doll in a different colored dress. He’s sure he threw the doll last night. Did she perhaps find it? 

Maybe not today but he had to get rid of that doll. 

But every night he would throw the doll away, it will come back in the morning. Y/N still cuddling her like her child. In annoyance, he threw the doll that startled her. “What are you doing?” she asked before Yuta smashed the doll with a hammer he found in the drawer. “Why are you killing my baby?” 

“Y/N. Wake up!” he shouted as tears spring from her eyes, staring at the broken object on the ground. “Our baby is dead. This isn’t alright anymore. You’re taking care of a doll, Y/N.”

“No! No!” she shouted. “You’re killing our baby,” she shouted. “My baby.” She kept crying while Yuta held her in his arms, trying to calm down. “I hate you, Yuta.” The girl pushed him, surprising Yuta. 

He sighed while looking at the broken doll when she ran to their room, crying. He’s so tired already. 

Y/N didn’t talk to him even if the next morning came, she kept crying that he slept in the living room and locked the nursery. He’ll talk to her when he goes back from work, maybe bring her home some sushi that she loves. Once he stepped foot in their house, he can hear her humming a lullaby. From inside the nursery. 

Yuta was surprised to open the door and saw the same doll on her chest. But he’s sure that he smashed that doll into pieces. It wasn’t a dream, isn’t it? He can still feel the scratch marks Y/N did to him while she’s crying and trying to save the doll. Why is it here? With her? 

He quickly tried to snatch it away from her but Y/N held on to it tight. “No, you cannot touch my child.” There’s something different from her eyes. It’s as if life is gone in her eyes. “This is my baby, Yuta.” Her hand went to his neck. She isn’t the same Y/N. What is happening to his sweet wife? 

Her eyes are darker as she pushed her fingers to choke his neck. Yuta snatched the doll from her hand and threw it across the room which let her go of him to run to where the doll is. “Y/N,” he called in between a coughing fit and gasping for air. “Love, please come back to me.” 

But she’s still focused on the doll as if he’s not in the room, asking it if she’s hurt. What has he done to her? He shouldn’t have bought that doll. Shouldn’t have let her have fun with that doll. He just missed her so much. He wanted her back. 

His wife. His sweet Y/N. He needed her back.

He needed to destroy that doll before it can hurt her as well. 

With no choice, he calmly asked for the doll and even telling her that the baby needs water and that he’ll bring her to the kitchen. She nodded, handing him the doll. The girl followed him to the kitchen but instead of opening the fridge, he went straight to the stove and lit it up. Putting the doll on the stove to let it burn. Y/N ran to the doll but Yuta was hugging her, apologizing repeatedly and pleading for her to snap out of it. “Love, I’m begging you. Please come back to me,” he whispered. “I can’t do this without you. Please Y/N.”

He only felt her head drop on his shoulder as her breathing shallowed. Yuta watched as the toy turned into ashes. Desperately wishing that this will be the end of everything. 

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Yuta woke up at the voice of his wife calling him softly. "Love, what happened?" she said in an audible whisper, trying to sit down but groaned in the process. She glanced at her stomach then grazed her hand on it. "Our angel? Did I give birth already? Were you there? Who does she look like? Can I see her?" 

Yuta breathed heavily then sat beside her, kissing her forehead before holding her hand tight. "Love," he called softly. "Our baby looks like you." He saw how the worry on her face was replaced with a pure look of happiness. Yuta smiled then kissed her nose. "You did well, my love." 

"Can I see her?" Yuta nodded then kissed her cheek. 

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he held on to the doorknob of her hospital room.

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“Daddy!” his five-year-old daughter called, running to him giddily. “Are you done with work?” 

Yuta nodded before smiling at his wife. “That’s why I’m here to pick you and mommy up.” He carried her in his arms the kissed the smiling Y/N on her forehead. “Have you decided on what present you want?” 

“Yuta?” a woman called that made the three look at the owner of the voice. “It is you. Yuta Nakamoto.” the older woman said while smiling fondly at him then at the child he was holding. “Your daughter had grown up so well.” 

He laughed awkwardly before thanking her. Yuta had to excuse himself to talk to the woman, asking his girls to look around the toy store some more. “She still doesn’t know?” the woman asked. 

Yuta nodded glancing at his wife and daughter. His adopted daughter. “But it’s better this way. She’s happier.” The lady from the orphanage nodded at him, telling him that he did the right thing. 

When he saw his wife inside the toy store, he quickly slipped a hand on her waist. She inquired about the woman and he only told her that he took lessons on that woman on how to be a great father to Arisa. The girl smiled admiringly at him. He brushed her hair away from her face, mirroring the same grin she had. “I missed you.” 

“You were only gone for hours.” But he missed her, so much. He can’t believe that a lot of things happened to them. Scary things. That he almost lost her before. His trail of thoughts was disturbed when Ari called him, showing him a toy. A doll to be exact. The doll with white milky skin, a red ruffled dress, bright blue eyes, and dark brown hair. A very familiar doll. 

Yuta immediately snatched it away from his daughter, putting it on the shelf. “I’m sorry, honey. We cannot buy that doll.” The little girl’s lips started to quiver asking why not. “Because…” It’s haunted. I can’t put your mom in danger again. I can’t put you in danger as well. “Daddy is scared of dolls.” 

The younger girl’s eyes widened in surprise as a gasp escaped her lips. “You are? I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll get something else instead.” Yuta smiled, nodding as she skipped to disappear among the shelves of the store. 

“You’re scared of dolls? I didn’t know that.” He only smiled before asking her to walk with him and follow their daughter. Yuta turned his head to look at the doll. “They’re just toys, why are you scared of them?” 

The blue eyes turned to him. The object’s lips curled up in a sinister smile. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” 

[aqpippin]

hiya pippin <3 how are you?? i hope you're doing well!! what is your current favorite snack? what is a favorite snack that you used to eat a lot but don’t anymore? do you know what caused the change (if so, what?) do you have any snacks that you love but can’t get often/at all anymore, for one reason or another?

hi gi!! I’m doing well angel, how are you?! 🫶🏼

fuck me up I love a good snack honestly, I’m such like a snacky/grazing person ✨ my fave go to snack at the moment is pork crackle/rind — I’ve been baking it in huge batches and just keeping it in containers, so freaking easy to just munch on!! but also bc it’s so hot here at the moment I’ve been smashing down the zooper doopers — they’re just like little flavoured water icy poles lmaoo they’re so good idk if an ice block counts as a snack but they hit the spot every time!!

as for snacks I used to eat — honey jumble biscuits and space food sticks!! honey jumbles are like a gingerbread honey soft biscuit kinda thing with icing and they were so good 🤤 as for space food sticks ?? they’re like these fucking chewy chocolate sticks ?? idk they went to space or something and they were something you either loved or hated and I LOVED them — the reason I don’t eat either space food sticks or honey jumbles anymore, they were both discontinued 😭😭

[lin-nin]

Tribulation & Tenderness - Chapter 7

Ship: Main Technoblade x Reader, some Dream x Reader

Plot:  You're a princess in a Kingdom suffering a years long famine. In a   desperate attempt to help your people, you accept one simple offer:   Marriage to the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. Anything to help your people survive. Surely it can't be too bad, can it?

Chapter List: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Disclaimer:   Cross-posted on Wattpad (discontinued) and Ao3. This is based off of everyone's CHARACTERS. I do not write fanfic based off the actual people.

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Chapter 7: Unmasked < | Previous Chapter

The next morning had rolled around far too quickly for your liking. Part of you ached to just stay curled up in your bed, where there wasn’t some wild unknown waiting for you. Where there was something familiar. All you would have beyond yourself that was familiar was Techno. Who wasn’t all that familiar, truth be told. Definitely not a complete stranger, but not much better.

You practically drug your feet as you got out of bed, staring longingly at your surroundings. Would you ever return to this room? Maybe if you were visiting, but this wasn’t your room anymore. It left you feeling almost hollow. Reluctancy plagued your every movement, even as you dressed. Your dagger fell comfortably against your hip once more as you tightened the belt around your waist. It was still unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. It was something safe. You needed that right now.

All too soon, your melancholic peace was interrupted by a few of the servants bustling in to collect your belongings. You softly told them to ensure that the blanket would be in the carriage with you during the ride, so it could be accessed. Another little comfort for you. Who knew how awkward the trip would be. You knew good and well you weren’t good at holding a conversation with Techno.

You had slipped out of the room, head swimming in various thoughts and scenarios. Despite Techno’s reassurances the other day that you would manage fine, and his kingdom wasn’t bad, you had your doubts. Your own fears. 

“Don’t look so down,” George’s voice called from beside you, making your head snap up. What was with people sneaking up on you first thing in the morning? You sighed, rolling your shoulders a little.

“It’s hard not to. It’s exciting, but at the same time it’s terrifying. I’m leaving everything and everyone that I know and love.” You gazed in front of you, as if trying to memorize every brick that lined the walls. How different would your new home be from your old one?

“I think you’ll be just fine. I’m sure there’s plenty of friends to make there.” George was trying his best to reassure you, and you could only offer a weak smile. You hoped he was right. Perhaps there were friends to be made in Techno’s brothers. You wouldn’t truly know until you met them, though.

“Hopefully,” You murmured. You took a deep breath as you walked into the dining hall with your brother, settling into your usual spot. For the last time. These thoughts were extremely frustrating, but there wasn’t more to be done about them. They wouldn’t be soothed. They were likely normal, but that made it hard to keep them tamped down.

Breakfast was simultaneously slow and far too fast. You were swamped with thoughts the whole time, hardly responding to anyone. It was a struggle on how to feel. You exchanged a couple greetings with Dream and Techno, but neither seemed to push you for more conversation. Which was greatly appreciated. Even as you slid out of your seat, you felt almost despondent. 

You stood on the steps of the castle, staring at the carriages that awaited you. The carriage that would take you away from home. Even though you were technically going to a new home, it hardly felt like that. Truthfully, nothing could have prepared you for the emotions that came with something like this.

“Are you ready?” Techno’s voice rang beside you, and you nodded numbly. He nodded slightly, moving towards one of the carriages to climb inside, the door propped open. You stepped down the stairs, glancing over your shoulder. Dream and George were just behind you, with the latter offering a soft and encouraging smile.

“You’ll be fine, just don’t forget to write to me,” George said. Always reminding you to not forget. You nodded, letting him hug you just as he did last night.

“Make sure you take good care of our kingdom, okay?” You murmured. You knew this wasn’t a goodbye forever, but it felt like it would be a long while before you saw him again. You weren’t even sure when the wedding would be, but you knew he would be there.

“Always. They’ll be calmer without you causing problems all the time.” He gave your hair an affectionate ruffle as he stepped away. Dream didn’t waste his time in stepping in next. He wrapped you up in a bone-crushingly tight hug, chin resting atop your head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He murmured quietly, voice low. You sighed, clinging onto him just a little.

“I have to, Dream. You know that,” You whispered, eyes closed. When would the next time be that you got to hug him like this? 

“I know, but I can still hope. I really don’t want you to leave. I’d do anything if it would change your mind and get you to stay.” You breathed a soft laugh, head shaking.

“If only it were that easy. You’ll see me again. It just won’t be daily.” You began to peel yourself away from him, glancing up at his face. He seemed so conflicted and upset, brow furrowed. One hand cradled your cheek for a few moments, thumb brushing your cheekbone.

“Just take care of yourself. This isn’t the end of all of this,” he reassured. You nodded and smiled, leaning briefly into his hand before it fell to his side. With that out of the way, you finally stepped back, taking a few moments to watch the two of them before turning to retreat to your carriage. 

Techno stood from where he had been sitting inside of it, holding out a hand to help hoist you up. You took it, grasping the frame of the door as you stepped up into the carriage. As you did, he looked behind you with narrowed eyes. You followed the gaze as you moved to settle into your seat. Dream was at the other end of it, returning the stare with an almost venomous glare. What was their problem? They’d been this way the entire time.

Techno closed the door to the carriage and sat down across from you, leaving you to sigh. You could still peer out of the window, though you didn’t particularly care to right now. It’d only worsen your mood, probably.

“I was beginning to wonder if you only wore dresses,” Techno finally broke the silence, causing your focus to shift from your thoughts to him instead. You glanced towards your attire, completely forgetting you had forgone a dress for today. You didn’t like traveling in them, and there was no telling how long the trip would take. It had been in your best interest to wear the pants.

“Of course. I just don’t often do things that warrant me needing to wear pants.” You shrugged a little bit. You settled back against the cushions, making a face as the carriage lurched. You rarely did travel like this, so it would definitely be interesting. Or potentially very boring.

“You were really restricted here, weren’t you? You’ll have more opportunity to wear them here. Far more convenient and useful than a dress.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Was he really criticizing you on how convenient your fashion was?

“Are you really one to criticize fashion? You walk around wearing a boar skull that you can hardly see out of.” You fired back. A huff of laughter escaped him at that, hand lifting to close the curtains to the windows.

“I don’t normally wear it. Only in foreign lands or for extremely ceremonial proceedings,” He began nonchalantly. He reached up behind his head, fiddling for a few moments with something.

“You really don’t have to-” You had begun to object, though he only laughed.

“You’re gonna be seeing me without it sooner or later. Might as well start now. Besides, it isn’t exactly comfortable.” Carefully, he pulled the skull away from his face and you couldn’t help the interest coursing through you as his face was finally revealed. There was a lot to take in, and you weren’t exactly sure where to focus first. The three jagged scars on the right side of his jaw were much easier to see now, stopping at about the middle of his cheek. The bridge of his nose had a second scar across it, heading towards his eyebrow. This one looked much cleaner. Like it was done by a sword, whereas the others appeared to be done by an animal. Those were the most distinguishing things you could see, though there were hints of bags under his eyes. Beyond that, he was normal. Attractive, but normal.

“What happened?” You murmured curiously, unable to stop yourself. It was a touch easier to read his expressions now, and you were honestly glad for that. He seemed to contemplate the question for a few moments, settling the skull beside him.

“These were from a hunting accident as a child. They’re from the same boar whose skull I wear,” he explained, fingers tapping at the jagged lines along his jaw. You couldn't help but grimace a little.

"Have you been wearing it since then?" You nodded towards the skull, and he laughed again. An actual laugh- not the muted huff that was barely audible.

"No, I didn't start wearing it until a couple years ago. For a while it was just a… revenge trophy, of sorts. This one here," he motioned towards his nose, "Is from a duel with Wilbur." You could only blink. That one looked newer, so you can only imagine it had taken place in perhaps the last 5 years. Wilbur was that brother of his, wasn't he?

"You fight your brothers?" You were full of so many different questions. There was a lot to be answered, though. With every little detail he revealed, it brought about a new perplexity to him.

"Not on a normal basis, and not usually aggressive. We'll spar every now and then, but this was a one time thing." He didn't elaborate further for several moments, as if trying to figure out how to word what he wanted to say. What had called for an actual duel between them? "Tradition has it that if two princes have strife between them on who should be next in line for the throne, they duel. The duel runs until either one dies or concedes."

You stared at him, struggling to wrap your head around the concept. "Would you… would you have killed him?" You managed out. The question made him sigh, brows furrowing as he looked to the side.

"I don't know. I didn't want to kill him, no. He conceded before we could figure out the answer, though. I'm thankful he did, though." His voice was soft, but tinged with the faintest traces of affection. Okay, he wasn't as terrifying as he had briefly seemed. He at least cared for his family. You could deal with that.

"Being king one day was important to you, then?" You arched an eyebrow. The idea of being Queen had never crossed your mind. It had never been a plan, or a possibility. Not until recently, at least. Before that you had been just content to live your life, however it was thrown at you. Life had some strange workings, though. You were quickly discovering that.

"Yes. It felt like the natural path for me." He shrugged as he spoke and you simply nodded. Silence stretched in the carriage for an amount of time, though it was hardly uncomfortable. Every now and then you glanced towards Techno’s face, still trying to adjust to the lack of skull. Without it there, it was much easier to peer at the various gold studs and chains adorning his ears. He really didn't hold back on how ostentatious he was.

"I thought you weren't allowed to have weapons? At least not where Dream was concerned." You slid your gaze to his, where he nodded towards the dagger on your hip. You had nearly forgotten it was there.

"He doesn't want me to have any. It was a gift from the smith, he couldn't deny me it." You ran your fingers over the designs on the grip, carefully tracing one of the flowers.

"Can I see it?" He leaned forwards, elbows propping onto his knees. You pulled it from its sheath, carefully giving it to him. He held it in his hands, staring at it for a few moments. He shifted it closer and further from his face a few time until a huff escaped him. He sat it beside him, reaching for a pouch against his belt. You blinked a little as he pulled out a rather delicate pair of golden glasses.

He… had to wear glasses? Yet he still wore a stupid skull that prevented him from wearing them? Sacrificing his sight for looks. How ridiculous. You watched him settle them onto his nose, picking up the dagger once more.

"It's well made," he started and flipped it over. He pressed a finger to the tip to test the sharpness, though pulled it back before you could protest to the action. "Sharp, well balanced. Very ornamental but functional. I think its a fitting first weapon for you." He praised the knife, moving the pricked finger to his mouth. The other hand held it out towards you to take back and sheath. Which you did rather carefully. The last thing you wanted was to hurt either of you.

"You'll teach me to use it?" You questioned, trying to squash the excitement in your voice.

"They're pretty straightforward, but yes." A smile curved his lips, finger leaving his mouth. Excitement sparkled in your eyes, and it took a lot to not give a victorious little squeal. You had at least won some small battle.

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George focal point

George stood beside Dream for several moments, watching the carriages holding his sister pull off. It was a bittersweet moment, truthfully, but he was happy for her. He had full reason to believe she would be happy there. She would flourish like she was meant to, in ways she had never truly been allowed to here. Not when she was in the presence of Dream, who was ever protective of her.

Speaking of the blonde, he turned to look at him, curiosity in his gaze. "Did you ever tell her?" He questioned, making the younger turn his attention to him instead of where his sister had disappeared.

He was silent for several heartbeats, lips pursed. "No." The words were plain, and flat. It caused George to sigh, rubbing his cheek in frustration.

"Are you okay with that? Her not knowing?"

"I have to be, don't I? Next time I see her she'll be getting married." He was bitter. So bitter, yet he had done it to himself. He had no one to blame, except for himself. Not that George dared to tell him this.

"You can always tell her, if it makes you feel better. It won't change anything, but it might save you. She doesn't catch onto hints, Dream." He turned, walking back towards the castle. He didn't need to look back to know Dream was following. He always did when he was the only option he had.

"How would it make me feel better? How would anything make me feel better?" 

"Don't be so dramatic, Dream. You know getting it out in the open will help. You'll be able to move on." Even now, George couldn't help but find the irony of Dream’s reluctance to say anything flat out, even if the only company he had was him and he already knew.

"I don't need to move on. She might have to come back." Stubborn ass. George shook his head with a sigh.

"Suit yourself. I won't force your words out. I can only recommend it." Forcing Dream to admit what they had both known for years wouldn't accomplish anything. It would only upset him, and he was too volatile currently to upset.

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Detroit Become Human AU where:

-> Tommy is an up-and-coming livestreamer of the retro game Minecraft- forming part of a fledgling community of all-human players of the game. His growth is slow but steady and he has a future in a genre that had fallen out of fashion with the rise of the newest and more immersive VR games on the market. People love to see an actual human that could make mistakes and win against another fellow human fairly. The nostalgia it brought to some people is also undeniably at play.

It's worth noting that Tommy is a very lonely kid, with a non-existent social life since he and his family had to move to America after his father struck a lucrative business deal with his brilliant protege.

-> Wilbur, Tommy's older brother and only guardian after their father, Phil, dedicated his life to the creation of androids with his young but brilliant pupil Elijah Kamski, is a simple busker. It's hard to find a job at 24 with no previous experience or further education, he had to take care of Tommy, after all. True, their economic troubles never ended, and he could barely provide for Tommy, but at least they had each other, even if Wilbur was off to the streets of Detroit more often than not. He has no idea of his younger brother's blooming career in the gaming industry and is very worried about his future. The solution? A very suspicious android his best friend Schlatt offers for very cheap.

-> Phil Watson is a household name together with Elijah Kamski's, they created one of humanity's greatest tools, after all. Nothing suspicious here, they're definitely not hiding any potential deviancies from the code! In any case, his family never saw a dime of the frankly insane amount of money piling up in his bank account. He has an old phone he carries in his pocket every day with Wilbur's phone number, but he never dares to call it despite RN800, his assistant's, insistence that he was only making his own life harder. He is going to dial that phone number someday. Surely.

-> TU880 is an android from an old companion/educational line, discontinued after a few notable bugs and glitches in their core programming. Nothing serious, or life-threatening, but many customers have complained about disturbing behavior that falls straight into the uncanny valley- he's too human. Schlatt, his previous owner, refuses to disclose where he got TU880 from, nor does he have any legal documentation to prove he is his owner. Wilbur, desperate to find a solution for Tommy's perceived loneliness pays the fifty bucks his old pal asks for the android without asking any questions. It's weird for an adult to go around with a teen model created to counsel adolescents and help them with their homework. TU880 had problems with reading his grocery list, anyway.

-> Tommy is a bit weirded out, he thrives in an internet community which openly despises anything android, but his good friend Technoblade has plenty of useful advice, from maitenance to behavior. TU880 is odd, which he discards as kinks and bugs of the older models, but they get along nicely once TU880's programming kicks in. He likes to help Tommy edit his videos and speak about the problems of adolescence, he is oddly fond of bees or anything small and defenceless and likes to tell his 'dreams' of scientists in labcoats and other kids like him stuck in experiments. Tommy listens with half an ear, TU880 is his friend, after all. He thinks nothing of it.

-> It all becomes a bit too much when TU880 accidentally appears on camera during one of Tommy's streams. People assume he's Tommy's brother, and insist on getting an introduction. TU880 is ecstatic, but from what Tommy's told him, revealing his artificial status might harm his friend's career so he greets the chat as Toby, Tommy's older brother. The community goes wild and Tommy has to pretend that TU880 is his brother (which isn't that terrible per-se) and not the house assistant who has a complete psychological profile of him.

-> TU880 begins to feel strange, both regarding Tommy and his own place in the household. Calling Tommy hus brother is easy as calculus and makes his thirium pump skip a few beats, but he's not sure if he should be getting this attached. He's sure he is malfunctioning in some way, but Schlatt always assured him that he is fine. He thinks nothing of it and instead continues to watch over Tommy.

-> Minecraft is fun, and he eventually gets his own account on Wilbur's old (read: ancient) laptop despite possessing an internal processor powerful enough to play the game at its maximum capacity in his mind, and probably in a 3D holoprojector. At this point, he's in too deep and the friends he's making would certainly ask questions if he were to disappear. He has the opportunity to talk about anything at all to his growing audience, and the community is very welcoming in general once one integrates into their culture. He still doesn't feel it's fair to participate in the tournaments and all the other official competitions. People find it odd, but they assume he's not very good at PVP so no one tends to comment on it for now. It's okay though, he and his new friend Ranboo act as commentators during the events and everyone thinks they're pretty funny.

-> Ranboo is fun to be around. He just gets TU880- or as the internet knows him as, Tubbo. They click easily, sometimes the other boy seems just as confused about other people's reactions and behavior as Tubbo is (despite his in-depth knowledge of psychology. He's not quite connected to Cyberlife's database anymore and his learning algorithm is outdated at best.) and they like to spend their afternoons with Tommy, watching movies. The game overtakes their lives and they spend a lot of time playing privately with the best strategies Tubbo's advanced algorithms and Ranboo's sheer brilliancy can create. That's how they meet their friend Fundy, who is more than happy to keep their Technical Minecraft server a secret, as long as he gets to do his own thing with coding and they test it.

-> Tommy is just happy that he can use the cool farms for his own grinding.

-> Technoblade is Tommy's mysterious internet friend and fellow growing streamer. Everyone is sure that he's an android infiltrating the budding community, but after several years of isolated incidents, investigations, and online scandals no one was able to prove anything. Technoblade just never dies. (Tommy is 50% sure his friend is really an android, the older man simply refuses to comment). It is possible to spend months farming digital potatoes, people are just mean and want drama. Technoblade is just vibing. Incidentally, he's also the first one to figure out that Ranboo and Tubbo are androids. He is also the first one to figure out they're deviants. He doesn't mention it until much later though.

-> Jack and Niki Manifold have successfully founded their own mechanic business for android repairs. Cyberlife mumbled and grumbled at the siblings' repair shop, but in the end it was good for PR so they let them be. Tommy and Wilbur become their friends as TU880's frequent malfunctions inevitably bring the pair to the cheapest android repair service in the city. TU880 can't complain, Niki is sweet to him and understands what is wrong with him just by his description, since his diagnostics aren't working entirely and each an every single one of Jack's repairs last loner than every other mechanic he's been to.

-> Gradually, Tommy's fame becomes apparent, and Wilbur has the time to actually rest and spend time with his brother. He's just happy that they can be together. A weight is lifted off his shoulders and for the first time ever he feels like his little family has a future. Not even once does it pass through his mind that TU880 isn't acting like a typical android- he avoided the things on principle. Once, TU880 calls him his brother and he cries.

-> Sam is Cyberlife's very own private investigator. He is in charge of researching and turning in possible deviants that might help the company with developing a solution for the rising problem. In particular, he's been after the trail of a specific line of androids, the first one released by Kamski and Watson dubbed as TU. According to his investigations the line might have contained the code responsible for deviancy. Further research indicated that Kamski's code was based on a group project from the Dutch university for cibernetics.

-> Fundy is just a 21 y/o with a Twitch account and a passing interest in coding. Nothing serious, nothing suspicious. He absolutely wasn't part of the early AI coding trials that Kamski would later on use as the basis for his own code. If someone asks, he has no idea what ra9 means. He is almost sure that his friends are androids, the thought makes him very happy.

-> Puffy is Phil's new psychologist. Need I say more? Eventual Hurt/comfort baby!!!

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A Thousand Glaze Lilies for My Lady (1)

**LOTS OF DISCLAIMERS HIII** *English is not my first language. *This is a post of hc Zhongli, Guizhong, and other characters mentioned. Not lore accurate. *There will NOT be a part 2, 3 and possibly a part 4, i dont even wanna write this anymore. *Also uploaded to my Wattpad, kamisatoyoimiya. *First tumblr post, I don’t expect it to be that good. *A mix of past and present, past events are in italics, present events are non italics. Thank you for reading the disclaimers. TW(?): Mentions of death, harm and I think that’s it.  !! DISCONTINUED, BUT MIGHT REWRITE/CONTINUE IN THE FUTURE !!

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Retelling stories, personal and factual recounts aren’t quite the easiest thing for people to do. And for Rex Lapis, it could be the only thing he could ever wish to avoid on doing. “—'S MINE!” “I HAD IT FIRST!” Children. Fighting over the simplest of things, quarrels about nothings written in water. Ganyu and Xiao are both adepti. Raised to defend mortals from the petrifying horrors of Liyue. Ganyu was truly a mortal, in both manner and mind. Xiao was a demon, devourer of nightmares and dreams alike. Under the guide of Rex Lapis, both have seemed to have taken the adepti responsibility too seriously. But that isn’t to say adepti can’t act like children at times. Normally, Rex Lapis would not heed in such conversation, but the noise seemed to bring back horrible memories than to irritate a person. You might say that the average person would be driven mad if this went on for hours, but it’s as if Rex Lapis had other reasons for his frustration. “Now, now children, what ever nonsense are you on about?” “Mr. Zhongli, Xiao and I were just about to—” “I quite frankly do not care. I wish for peace of mind and a calm atmosphere. If you two cannot provide such terms, then I shall calmly ask you to leave.” “Mr. Zhongl-“ “Will you, or will you not comply?” ..Yes sir. ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ “Pardon me, but I’ve never caught your name and I was wonde—” “Rex Lapis. God of Contracts. Have I answered well?” “Well, um.. See, I don’t think people would believe a man dressed in fine clothing to walk about Liyu—” “Do I seem like a commoner to you, mortal? How lowly you think of me.” “Well, yes My Lord, but nobody would believe an attitude as overwhelming as that.” “Are you implying something, commoner?” “Of course not, My Lord.” ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ “Pardon me for asking, but how do you tell stories as if they were your life’s work, Zhongli?” Hu Tao would know better than to question the reasons of her consultant, but her question lingered on her mind ever since. He has many excuses and reasons to cover up his truth, but something about this one child stood out to him. Curiosity was one of the director’s more irritable traits, but something about her made Zhongli feel uneasy. Perhaps a certain someone carried the same curiosity from when he stood as an archon in the past. Perhaps, it could be a lover. Might it be a significant other? Or maybe, someone he sworn he couldn’t lose for the rest of his life, was now taunting him for eternity. “I have a.. Unique interest in bringing stories to life. The more real they sound the more people are curious to see how it ends.” “Have you ever heard of ‘A Thousand Glaze Lilies for My Lady’?” ‘Yes,’ He’d wanted to respond. ‘I was the idiot that wrote that novel. Out of love and grief for my.. late friend.’ “No. I’d like to hear about it once I get the chance.” Lies. Blatant lies. He wanted to tell her, centuries worth of grievance, a look behind the curtain, and the façade he was maintaining. Everything. Everything about her. He wanted to let her know, one last time, to hold her in his embrace. To feel her warmth again, to see her smile again. Alas, he lies for a reason, a reason why nobody can trust him again. “Sun’s down. I’ll head off for Wangshuu Inn, I heard they’re holding a celebration to honor the next village’s deity, do you have any plans to come with?” “Liyue has many a plenty of gods and goddesses, deitys and legends alike. Which one are you referring to?” “The Dust God, Lady Guizhong. Heard of her?” “I regrettably have not, my sincerest apologies.” “Oh well then. Rest up, tomorrow is another day of hard work.” ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ “A smile? Really? How is it possible to even comprehend such complicated matters of creating such madness?” “You make it sound like I made you eat a Glaze Lily. It’s simple, just think about whatever makes you happy, and smile!” “Does war fall under the concept of so-called happiness?” “Unfortunately not, My Lord.” ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ Truth be told, he’d like to pay a visit to the inn, checking up with the adeptus that has chosen to reside in that old structure, but it seems as if he can’t bring himself to do so. Has she influenced you so much that you can’t attend a celebration for her passing? A voice mused. He’d always been fond of her, Lady Guizhong. He cared for her deeply. Yet why can’t he bring himself to remember; what she’d look like, what she’d sound like, what she’d done for Liyue. and it seemed to pain him, remembering his friend’s demise. ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ “I’ve never seemed to catch your name, commoner, do you have an alias of some sort?” “I... haven’t told you yet have I, My Lord?” “Say so, commoner, I don’t have all day.” Guizhong smiled fondly at him, knowing well that she would pass on and be forgotten, as most minor gods do. “I have a.. prophecy. I was destined to help someone and move on to the afterlife. Say, do you believe in reincarnation, My Lord?” “Reincarnation, you say. I do not, or I am against it. You have lived before, and died a miserable death, why should you go through all of that again? I for one, wouldn’t wish to reincarnate, if gods ever die.” Guizhong loved this side of him, brutally honest, but honest, nonetheless. She always admired him for a reason, could it be the sole reason for her existence? If she were to die for someone, would she be willing to do it, out of love for him? Perhaps… perhaps. ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ Rex Lapis never abided by commoners or citizens of Liyue for that matter, every time an offering is made, he simply ignores it. Yet what made this one stand out to him? What made her so... special? “I’ve always wondered what snow looked like.” That statement seemed to shock Guizhong, how could the archon of Liyue ask such little nonsense? “Have you not experienced snowfall, My Lord?” “Regrettably so.” “Shall I take you to Qingyun Peak to watch the snow in the winter, My Lord?” Qingyun seemed like the most reasonable place to go, high up in the mountains, beautiful view, perfect for watching snow fall out of the sky and glaze the grass around them. “If it is you, I shall go anywhere to meet your request.” “..How charming.” Guizhong seemed to fall farther in love than any lady Rex Lapis has ever met. Still, he would do anything and everything, to keep her by his side. ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ “I’ve yet to ask you, you mentioned a prophecy you must fulfill, and I’ve yet to hear. Would you as so kindly tell me about it, commoner?” “I would refrain from mentioning the prophecy My Lord. It has yet to reveal itself, and I too yearn to tell you, but it may be as perplexing as how a commoner meets one’s golden eye.” “Are you insulting me for choosing a commoner as a companion?” Guizhong sighed. The Geo archon is not easily pleased nor understanding, it was a hard time explaining when she could only reveal the prophecy through words she could not comprehend. Simple village girls like her don’t receive an education, most rely on the conversation around them. They only serve to exist as a housewife and bear children for their husband’s name. Guizhong was against that, she wanted a life of her own, and being the adviser and somehow, the friend of Liyue’s God seemed to work in her favor. She wished she understood what the prophecy meant, she longed to tell her God what she heard. Alas, kept her mouth shut, in the event of the prophecy turning on her. “I wouldn’t wish to defy you, much as you may think, Rex Lapis.” “…My name. This has been the first of many chances you could have mentioned my name. Why now?” “My apologies My Lord, I… do not know how or when I am allowed to speak your name. I have considered my mistake, and I- ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ -Wish to speak with your consultant.” Hu Tao frowned. It was not the first time Lady Ningguang paid the funeral parlor’s consultant a visit, yet it seems as if she was in a hurry, so as not to make her worry, she showed her the door to his office and let them discuss their private matters with each other. “Liyue is upside down! Everything went wrong since the beginning of your retirement!” Retirement? How could he do so when he is in perfect condition? “Guizh- “ “Don’t you dare speak her name! I’ve enough of her, and the Exuvia perishing at the Rite of Descension?! You knew how her prophecy ends, yet you try to alter fate and bring her back!” ..So she knew. Not only did she hide it well, but she also had her suspicions on the consultant. Hu Tao knew eavesdropping on their conversation seemed wrong, but what could she lose when Liyue looked in terrible shape than before? But the name Lady Ningguang seemed so mad about, it couldn’t have been Lady Guizhong, God of Dust, founder of Guili Plains? It seems as if the more the young director thinks about it, the more it started to click and make sense. But how is it possible for a young man to witness Lady Guizhong centuries ago? Then again, it was said Rex Lapis took on countless forms, Zhongli could be one of them. Zhongli… who are you, really?... ↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝↝ “I have not been truthful to you about something, My Lord.” “And what would that be, my dear?” Guizhong was taken aback by the name he had called her, more so used to being called “commoner”, not even her real name. Had she succeeded in completing the first half of the prophecy? “I would like to… express to you how much you’ve changed in the span of months, My Lord and- “ “Rex Lapis, my dear. A title is worthless when even someone you love calls you, I think we’ve moved past that my dearest.” “Ah um… yes. About that, you aren’t about to scold me for the improper wording?” Rex Lapis smiled at her conscience he’d taught her, unaware of his impact on her. “I’ve considered that I shouldn’t be too harsh on you, otherwise I’d push you away.” “That’s the first time you’ve ever smiled, is it?” “Maybe it’s because of the commoner I once took as a friend, now look where she is.” “Beside a god with a tendency to look like a love-sick puppy whenever he looks at said commoner?” “Don’t push it.” Mortals are mortal, Gods are immoral, reincarnate one as brand new, ‘Lady Guizhong’ they will call you, lover, a friend, even more if you wish, Liyue sees you as Rex Lapis’ dying wish. A briny of lilies you shall stand, holding the archon in your hand, one last time before you’re gone, weeps and cries the last you shall hear, Liyue’s downfall will soon be here. Rex Lapis is torn, confused and in doubt, one final blow makes to be Liyue’s demise, a friend of Rex Lapis, a savior in mind. Created the Chasm with rage and fury, a battle for Liyue said to be legendary, when all fails and sought to be done, A rebuilt Liyue rises with the sun. “I fear for the future of Liyue, promise me after my passing, you'll find another source of happiness in life?" For the first time, Rex Lapis was dumbfounded and tongue-tied. He loved her so, much to no one's surprise, but would he really be able to bring Liyue's downfall and rebuild it with his own hands? "...I will try, for you." yay, first post sakses