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To Dream of Reality ~Glory~
"visitor, and message"
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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.
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"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.
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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.
#genshin impact#genshin sagau#sagau#borbs writes#borbs sagau#borbs tdor#sagau tdor#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact glory#ngl i prefer writing with requests but i gotta earn those first so enjoy some npc stuff
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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, theyâre 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!
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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!
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"Because language is like night-time. Moist, an indecipherable series of grunts. Pure dread, and inchoate visceral shrieking. It is inhuman." - SzilĂĄrd BorbĂ©ly, from Berlin-Hamlet: Poems; âOn the Wings of Freedom,â
#literature#quote#reading#writing#book#author#books#poetry#poem#poet#szilard borbely#berlin-hamlet#on the wings of freedom#photography#language#night#time#dread#shriek#inhuman
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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???
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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 doesnât 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 canât tie it to a specific author.
~âïž
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.
#dimitri borb#but srsly dont write it if you dont wanna#spite is a good motivator but you gotta actually enjoy writing it ya know
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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 Enterpriseâs crew returns to Earth for some shore leave. Jim has plans to get laid, but when Spock invites him to a lecture heâs 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.
Itâs been a hot sec since Iâve posted a spirk fic! I hope you guys enjoy it!
#this was written for my friend borb <3#spirk#kirk/spock#k/s#k/s fanfic#spirk fic#spirk fanfiction#star trek#james t kirk#spock#phebs writes fic#phebs speaks
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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."
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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.
#tekken#tekken fanfiction#white borb/black borb#tekken raven#Dragunov#raven/dragunov#Sharpie writes!
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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
donât stress about it, really- and iâve only done one, itâs not like thereâs some standard you have to meet
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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 donât stop there, please believe - For details galore we receive! A birbâs small and cute While a borb looks like fruit And âfloofâ 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 Itâs 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:
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"'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
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"It is difficult to say what paralyzes me so in your presence. Why would I prefer to struggle like a beast on the forestâs earthen floor? There must be a reason, mustnât there?" - SzilĂĄrd BorbĂ©ly, from Berlin-Hamlet: Poems; âOn the Wings of Freedom,â
Art by Ryohei Hase
#literature#quote#reading#writing#book#author#writer#poetry#poem#poet#books#szilard borbely#berlin-hamlet#on the wings of freedom#art#artist#ryohei hase#difficult#say#paralyze#presence#prefer#struggle#beast#forest#earth#floor#reason#passion
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me: scrolling through the f1 kinkmeme for the billionth time
this prompt:
me: hehehehHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE CLAIMS
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When reading 3H fics I feel like Iâm so picky since on top of my ship tastes already, I cannot bring myself to read anything that has any sniff of ârHeA bAdâ or is way too sympathetic of Edelâs⊠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!
#grey borb#fe3h#i would write fics too#but im not good at it#so i rely on the fics to sustain me#which even makes me read a giant rhealeth fanfic in german#veri desperate here
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His illustrious, sparkly bellyneck, glistened in the sunshine.
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