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[borbsbirbs]

To Dream of Reality ~Glory~

"visitor, and message"

MASTERLIST

A/N: Mond's reaction to the arrival of the True Divine, the Almighty Creator, but really it's just Glory... and also please do send me asks, I work better with prompts.

TW: The blind NPC from Mond, "a siren's call," and white lies... Or half truths.

Sometimes, as you slave away at work, chiseling at your pile of assignments slowly and carefully, your mind wanders. You dream, sometimes, of just walking around Mondstadt, of the scent of Good Hunter's food, of the sound of Katheryne's voice, of what could be.

The dream is enrapturing, enticing, and all devouring. Sometimes, it's all you can think about.

~

"Did you hear, They've descended!"

"Tell Master Jean that They're by the gate!"

"Y-Your Grace!"

Their God walked over the bridge, smiling as the pigeons didn't scatter. Their hand traced Timmie's own, their headpat soft.

"Excuse me," they asked the guard. "Is something wrong?"

"Nope, can we help you, s-strange yet respectable traveler?" Swan asked, the harsh gaze of passerby making him shiver. What was he supposed to do, go against the handbook?

"Oh, then, thank you for your hard work!" the Divine said, walking through the gate, mingling with the townsfolk.

The Creator's presence was absolute. Even if their physical form was as normal and mundane as the townsfolk, the mark their soul gave off was radiant.

Not that Glory could see it.

She had heard the commotion and wonder on the wind when a new pattern of footsteps clattered upon the floor.

"May I rest here?"

The voice was soft and sweet, a language unfamiliar yet understood. She nodded. The bench shook a little, the force of the stranger- nay, the Creator- caused the bench to squeak.

"If I may be so bold, have you heard anything from Godwin?"

The Creator smiled. Glory did not know how she knew that the Creator was smiling, but they did, and she knew.

"He's working hard, in his own way, to hurry home with pride."

No lies slipped through their lips. Glory knew somehow, that the words were true, despite not knowing the language. It was instinctual, heartwarming, and strangely familial.

Before Glory could offer her thanks, a soft whimper came off of her bench-partner.

"...Five more minutes."

The weight on the bench seemed to vanish, and the comfortable warmth in the air turned cold.

...

Glory had only spoken for no longer than a minute, but somehow, she felt as if a close friend had left.

~

You woke to a familiar alarm, with no memory of your dream, as per the usual.

And yet, a single phrase stuck in your mind.

"Your Grace."

The words were not spoken in any language you knew, but it was familiar all the same.

Like a siren call, you felt as if listening to it would complete your life.

And you turn away as you prepare to face the day once more.

[the-grubdog]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Pikmin (Video Game)

Summary: One was an inexperienced rookie, fresh out of training. The other, a short fused ranger who has bitten off more than he could chew. But unfortunately for Olimar, the Rescue Corps, and all of the castaways, they’re the only two available to save them all. Then again, no one is prepared for the dangers of this strange land infected by silver.Nor are any of them prepared to learn what secrets it has been keeping.Check Ao3 for more tags!

☆⋆ ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ✿ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ㆍ┈ ⋆☆

This has been done a while, I just kept forgetting to post it. Oops.

Anyways, the characters have fun with pikmin! That's it! Absolutely nothing else happens here!

[virtuouslibertines69]

"Because language is like night-time. Moist, an indecipherable series of grunts. Pure dread, and inchoate visceral shrieking. It is inhuman." - Szilárd Borbély, from Berlin-Hamlet: Poems; “On the Wings of Freedom,”

[formulaborb]

I can't say I mind when Lewis or George get spicy w each other or are competitive bc like a) they clearly have a lot of respect for one another at the end of the day and b) what's love without a little spice???

[deathbirby]

I have to admit. Sometimes all of this makes me want to post my own (anonymous) CF rewrite where El is properly treated as a (complex, highly engaging) villain as she was always meant to be and doesn’t hold back punches for fear of making the player mad. I have a lot of ideas for this and have for years but the fear of these actually unhinged individuals plus lack of interest has squashed it hard, but also it might be kind of funny to see how they react if they can’t tie it to a specific author.

~⭐️

Be the change you want to see in this world, anon! And also be prepared for a bajillion comments and a certain person combing through your fic to grrr grrr correct you grrr.

[twinkboimler]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Nyota Uhura, Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Keenser (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Movie: Star Trek: Into Darkness (2013), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pining, Smut, Porn With Plot, Bottom Spock (Star Trek), Submissive Spock, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Non-Human Genitalia, Alien Biology, Anal Sex, Sheath Play, Hand & Finger Kink, James T. Kirk Wears Makeup, AU where Uhura and Spock never dated, EOOM Secret Santa 2023, Dom/sub Summary:

In the days following what happened on Nibiru, the Enterprise’s crew returns to Earth for some shore leave. Jim has plans to get laid, but when Spock invites him to a lecture he’s giving at the Academy, Jim puts his plans aside, because if Spock is inviting him along, then maybe, just maybe, Spock is into him after all.

It’s been a hot sec since I’ve posted a spirk fic! I hope you guys enjoy it!

[moodymisty]

Excuse me …

[your-local-grubdog]

Whatever You Need

Summary: Olimar's eldest has something important to tell him.

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandom: Pikmin (Video Game)

Words: 894

Cross posted to Ao3

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Olimar hummed a bit as he sat out in the gardens with his eldest daughter, Stella. He hummed as he examined the vegetables over, trying to decide what needed pruned. Though, he was distracted by Stella's nervous shifting and fidgeting. After a few moments he set the clippers down and turned to her. "Alright starlight, what's eating you up?"

"Huh? Oh!" She stopped shifting around, though she began to tug at the strings of her hoodie. It was a size or two too big for her, but she insisted on getting it. In fact, many of her clothing choices were slightly baggy on her. He wasn't sure why she chose them, and simply assumed them to be a fad. "... I... W-wanted to... T-to talk... If that's - that's okay."

Olimars ears leaned downwards as he reached over to rub her back. "Of course dear, of course."

"I - I... Think... I... M-my body... I-I'm... I'm a... I'm..." She stopped and started her sentence over, rocking slightly as she struggled to speak.

Olimar gently laid his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them. "It's okay, starlight, it's okay... Take some deep breaths first." He stopped talking to make sure Stella was taking deep breaths. Once she appeared calm, he continued with "You can tell me anything. Okay? I'm your Papa, you can talk to me."

She paused for several moments, breathing deeply and staring at nothing. Then, without looking at Olimar, "I-I'm not a girl."

Olimar merely blinked, quiet. He wasn't sure what to say or... How to approach this, really. After a few moments he held his daughter's - he held his child's hand and squeezed tightly. "Alright. And instead you're...?"

Stella looked up at him then, eyes wide as her - their ears drooped. Stella was also quiet for a moment before finding h- their voice. "I-I'm a b-boy... I'm pretty sure..."

Olimar simply nodded as he pulled Stella closer. "Understood. Is - Is there anything you need us to do? Your mother and I, I mean."

Stella held on tightly then, as if he- his father would disappear if he let go. After a few more deep breaths sh- he answered. "Just... I donno..." He then shuddered, hiding his face against his father. "S-Sorry, 'm... I wasn' expectin'..." He sniffled then, causing Olimar to instinctively hold his... His son closer, rubbing his back.

"Shhh, shhh... It's okay." He tried to sooth him, though he wasn't sure if it was working. "It's okay. You're okay. It's safe here."

"I didn, - didn' know cus - cus you a-and Mama never - ver talk a-about it." He managed through quiet sniffles. "A-An' sense - sense uncle Y-Yarrow..." He trailed off at the end, going silent.

Olimar sighed as he tried to brush tears off of Stella's face. He knew his brother-in-law was... An asshole, to say the least. Always running his mouth and never knowing when to shut up. Dealing with him was far more complicated than what Olimar could properly articulate. However... "I'm sorry, I never thought to make it obvious." He held Stella tighter, just to get the point across. "We should've talked about it." He never thought about it before, but now it felt so obvious thanks to the consequences of his silence now laying in his lap. Gods, he never wanted to scare his own child like this!

Stella pulled away a bit to wipe tears off of his face. "It's - It's okay. I'm just... Glad."

Olimar nodded, slowly brushing tears off as well. "If there's anything you want or need, let us know, and we'll do what we can for you. Okay?"

"O-Okay Papa..." He paused for a moment, then, "D-Don't tell uncle Yarrow. Or anyone, unless I say it's okay... P-please."

"Of course, starlight." He ruffled his hair, then, "Is... Starlight still okay?" He didn't know much at all really, just that he had to do his best for his kid. Both Stella and Luna were raised being called "starlight", but Olimar wasn't sure how feminine it could be considered.

"Starlight's fine." Stella answered. After a long pause, though, he continued with "S-Stella isn't, though."

Ah, he should have expected this. He couldn't lie, it stung just slightly - he had chosen the name - but this wasn't his choice this time. He'd just need to sort himself out later. "Alright, what do you want us to call you...?"

"I - I've been testing out Nova, so..."

Olimar nodded. "Okay. M-May I ask you something?"

St- Nova shifted around nervously then, his ears returning to their droopy state. "Y-Yeah?"

"You don't have to answer," Olimar began, "But is there a reason you told just me, and not your mother?"

At that Nova relaxed as he looked away. "I-It felt... Easier. If you guys reacted badly, then... I'd only be dealing with one of y-you."

His father sighed at that, but nodded. It made sense, though he still hated that the boy felt the need to be so tactical about this. He'd have to do better in the future - for both Nova and Luna. "Would you like to tell her now? And Luna, too?"

Nova nodded eagerly at that. "Y-Yes, please."

The two stood up then, Olimar grunting as his back popped from the effort. Before his son could get far, however, Olimar stopped him.

"Yeah, Papa?" He asked, looking over.

Olimar simply smiled, hand on his shoulder. "I love you, Nova."

[give-me-your-forearms]

Although my constant trip-taking will be bogging it down, I am working on another fic! Same ship but will likely be shorter. So, here's a little snippet of my draft to hopefully let you guys know what may be coming up in the near future.

[m1d-45]

Not me struggling to pick a character to write a letter to because no matter who i choose your writing is gonna be cute as hell no matter what -sibling anon

don’t stress about it, really- and i’ve only done one, it’s not like there’s some standard you have to meet

[limerickshere]

Right here is an Audubon blurb That I daresay is something superb: These statements official Are quite beneficial In helping distinguish a birb. But they don’t stop there, please believe - For details galore we receive! A birb’s small and cute While a borb looks like fruit And “floof” is a state they achieve! In closing, their wisdom they cry That we might obtain and apply: Just like uncaged birds Are shape-shifting words It’s better to see them both fly. :)

TIL that the Audubon Society has released official statements on the difference between a "bird", a "birb", and a "borb", featuring such gems as:

[borbsbirbs]

To Dream of Reality ~Lantern Rite ft. Ningguang~

"lantern rite, and festivities"

MASTERLIST ~~

You are not one to lucid dream.

Usually, your dreams are like those of a butterfly's-

Flying through the air, helpless to the winds that surround.

And yet, tonight, the world of your dreams is perfectly intact.

Lantern Rite in Liyue.

The golden lights, so warm in your eyes, floated around you, each lantern a wish sent off from someone, from someone's heart, from one of your beloved children of Teyvat.

The warmth from the lanterns, the sound of festival cheer, the smell of food…

It felt strangely like home.

A plate of freshly cooked skewers laid upon your lap as you sat on the harbor docks, your feet swinging gently off the pier.

This… was nice.

If only this was reality.

~~

Lantern Rite's main festivities had ended, the Concert bright and exciting. The remaining week was left to bask in the festival itself, in the musicals and operas, the food and lights and colors.

If the main stage was for tourists, the remaining festival was for the locals. Liyueans, with the streets cleared, were finally able to enjoy Lantern Rite as it was meant to be celebrated- to welcome the Moon in the New Year.

Most Lantern Rites after the Main Festivities were quiet, as was this one.

Until they appeared, in ethereal glory, asking for nothing but a snack.

The Creator had appeared many times before within Mond, and reportedly thrice within Liyue, consulting with the samurai from Inazuma, the strange man from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and the Vigilant Yaksha.

Only once had the Creator appeared for non-vision wielders, and only a brief meeting.

As the Tianquan of the Qixing, Ningguang wanted to welcome the Creator, but as they appeared in their mortal form, would it be rude to call attention to them?

Rumors had it that the Creator was gentle and calm, appearing mortal yet undeniably divine.

As she saw them swinging their legs off the docs, humming along to the songs of the harbor, she understood. Just how mortal that form was, just how mortal they appeared.

Rumors had it that the Creator had not fully descended, that their form was partially transparent, and that their form was like that of glass. Ningguang had faith in those rumors, but perhaps the truth has merely changed. Their hand firmly grasped the skewers, their face opaque as they turned around, eyes widening as the stood to bow.

"Hi, Ningguang!" Perhaps the rumors weren't true after all. Perhaps the words of the Creator were not that formal, not that... forced. Perhaps this was what Mond wished to keep secret, the informal, gentle speech of the True Divine.

"You know my name?"

"Of course! Lantern Rite is so pretty this year... I'm glad I get to experience it for real this time. As real as I can be, here."

As real as I can be, huh?

Ningguang looked at the Divine, wondering what thoughts ran through their mind.

"I wish I could stay." they said, eyes soft as their hand reached out towards the sky. "I wish I could keep d̴̡̝͉͇̰̬͍̭̊̃͂͑̃̂̚͜͜͝r̶̛͉͈̂̔́̒͐̈́̋̊̒́̀̕͝è̸̢̙̝̼͖̹͔͎̄́̂̋̐͑̆́͌̊̐̆̈́̽ä̵̢̳͖̖̺͙̦̹̙̙̣̼́͊͛m̷̛̳͇̹̰̰͍̗̮͇͇͈̣͕͗̄̓͂̆̋͛̀͘ͅi̶̟̟̭̩̗̝̼̬̭̜̯̳̝̎̾͜ͅǹ̶͓̳͔͉̰̊̋̿̆͌͐̉̉́̂́̄̕g̸̢͎̱̖̻̝͉̖̟̅̉̓̂̒ of this place. Living here n' all."

It's strange, Ningguang thought. How mortal their divine sounds. How utterly human a God appears.

Until their body became transparent.

and they uttered another few words.

"How I wish to grant the wishes of Teyvat. How I wish to assist this world, how I wish to return home at last."

Their body shimmers, becoming the same color as the Xiao Lanterns, light reflecting off the ocean waters as they vanish. Ningguang raced back to the Jade Chamber, summoning pen and paper to draft a letter. The Creator wished to return home to Teyvat, and Teyvat would welcome them with open arms.

To prevent those heart wrenching words from being spoken again, she'd guarentee it.

~~

You rarely lucid dream, and on the lucky nights where you do get to control your sleep-thoughts, the control slips away just as fast. You remember your dream, for once. The taste of Mora Meat and Grilled Ticker Fish remain fresh in your memories as you looked out the windows, at the harsh white-light of cities and electricity.

Nothing like the golden lanterns of wishes that Y̶͕͑́̎̚ǫ̸̛̛͔͖̪̱̎̾͊̿̄͠��̦̭͕u̴̟̦͈̺̤̫̣̲̼̅̋̈́͆̀̋̇̕͝r̵̨̗͎͕̄̃̀͑͒̋̓̀͑̊̒̌̅͜͠ ̷̢͇̩̰͓̳͈̖̲̝̞̝̦̇̑́̈̈́̅̓̔̎̍͂́̏͝b̵̢̢̜̪̼̩̭̺͔͕̤͇̥͊́͘e̸͓̙͚̩͈̲̤̎̒͒̿̈́̓͆̇͑̃̂̈́́̕͝l̵̳̫̟͋̏̏̓̏̈́͛͂́̕͠ǒ̵͉͖̹̼͚̗v̸̦͎̳̮̩̻̅̐̉͋̄́͒͘ȇ̶̱͖̆̿̊̐̌̍̀̀́̾͛̈́͒ď̶̡͖̹̺͓͇̬͎͇̒̽̒͗̈́̿̽ ̷̥̫͙̱̣̏̈́̔͘c̶̢̛̦̦̼͍̥̬̻͇̣̰̗̗̟̑̄͗̓̒͗̎̾̎̂̾h̸̨̯̝̲̏͘͜͠ì̵̘̳̞͚̃̏͛́̕l̶͔̳͉̺̠͔̣̥̳͋̃̄̅̂̊d̶̯͚̹̣̲̗̬̗̟͚̞̼̿̑͛͊͝͝͝r̶͍̳̄e̸̪̞͔̘̔̽̽̀͒̚ṉ̷̗̺̱̊͐̾̓̓̈́̽̎̓̃̀͘ ̷̫̹͚͓͂̽̕ọ̶̯͎͎̑̎̎̍̈̈́̈́̐͐̋̅͌̕͠f̶̨̡̡̧̛̛̞̹̰̻̩̺̟̱̣̬͊̈ͅ ̵̨̣͒̃̑̈͊͛̄̃̋͜͝͝T̸̢̪̟̰̠̞̙̘̬͍͆̾̂̿̾͗͑̋̑̓͝͝͝é̵̡̖̰̝̳͍̲̤̰͖̫̎̋̈́̉̓͑͜ẏ̶̨̨̺̱̣̺͎̖̙̘͈̭̐̉͊̈͆̆͊͑͘͠ͅv̴̬̮̘͂͌̀́͋́͝a̶̪͚͚̟̻̼͉͌̐̆̃ţ̵̢̧͉̳̘̖̤̓̈́͒̽̔̑͌̆̀̍́̃͂̉ had scent up to the skies.

...huh?

[the-grubdog]

"'The best-laid plans often go awry.' As a captain, that's something I never loose sight of.

Once a captain has given a Rescue Officer their mission, there's nothing to be done but hope you'll see that officer again."

- Erma Shepherd, 99th Captain

Or, a weird song fic about Shepherd and being a captain. And having a missing pilot <3

[virtuouslibertines69]

"It is difficult to say what paralyzes me so in your presence. Why would I prefer to struggle like a beast on the forest’s earthen floor? There must be a reason, mustn’t there?" - Szilárd Borbély, from Berlin-Hamlet: Poems; “On the Wings of Freedom,”

Art by Ryohei Hase

[formulaborb]

me: scrolling through the f1 kinkmeme for the billionth time

this prompt:

me: hehehehHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE CLAIMS

[deathbirby]

When reading 3H fics I feel like I’m so picky since on top of my ship tastes already, I cannot bring myself to read anything that has any sniff of “rHeA bAd” or is way too sympathetic of Edel’s… Everything.

Maybe this is a sign that I need to get off my ass and write what I want to see.

SAME anon sameee. I'm also one hell of a picky reader. I read a fic where Rhea threatens to kill Seteth and I just bailed instantly.

Be the change you wanna see in this world, anon!