#this got away from me a little bit bc I wasn't going to color it but how could I resist?

[griefabyss69]

Hey friend, sketch request! Anything of Eddie with any type of gag in is cool with me: messier the better 😈

It's up to you if that's just spit or not 👀 Thanks for the request!!! <3

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[ID: A drawing of Eddie Munson from Stranger Things. He's visible from the waist up, arms bound behind the back and a tank top drawn up under his armpits. He's wearing a red ball-gag with straps going around his head and under his chin. Clear liquid is spilling down his lips and flowing downwards over his chest. His head is slightly tilted backwards, his eyes closed and and his face, neck and chest are blushing. End ID]

[lokilysolbitch]

wait okay so. if you stop viewing adhd as a focus issue and frame it as a internal dopamine functions aren't working issue. and if you need dopamine to do things. then. instead of thinking how can i make myself focus. you can just think how do i get external dopamine sources to make my brain machine go.

im not focusing because im not getting my internal reward im biologically supposed to get. that's why im unmotivated. i brush my teeth and i get no internal sense of satisfaction. so now i don't want to brush my teeth. if i'm not getting an internal sense of satisfaction for doing things then most tasks feel worthless. which can look like or turn into depression.

but then i find one source or one task with a bunch of dopamine like a certain fidget or hobby (recently it's been diamond painting for me) and suddenly im fine again because my brain is no longer starving. suddenly i can focus on my lectures playing in the background when im getting little hits of external dopamine from putting diamonds in the right spot. im getting the sense of satisfaction that everyone else was already getting.

or like. one day im trying to read a textbook and the words are just. not getting into my brain. so i give up and play genshin for a bit. i get dopamine in my brain. i turn back to the textbook. and suddenly. i can read again. i read for a few minutes and i'm not comprehending it anymore. i play genshin for a few minutes and then turn back to the textbook. and then i can read again. again.

people have already been saying this but it really clicked yesterday when i was trying to read a textbook for a class i love bc it's connected to a special interest but i didn't like the current chapter topic. so i wasn't getting any dopamine from the content. and of course i wasn't getting any dopamine from the act of completing the task of reading. and i was trying to think of ways i needed to multitask to focus. but i noticed i kept switching from tiktok to reading which helped. like id watch some tiktoks and there would be like a mental feeling of "okay we're at 100%" and is just toss my phone and start reading. like i didn't have to tear myself away from it.

i was literally feeding my brain. and just stopped once i got full. like putting gas in the car.

that's why i only use things if they have pretty colors or some sort of pleasing sensory input. that's where my dopamines coming from. that's why a sticker chart and playing music while brushing my teeth helped so much. to give me the sense of satisfaction i wasn't getting from my own brain.

that's why giving myself the rewards at the end of tasks didn't always work. you can't reward a car with gas if the tank is empty. i needed the dopamine to start the tasks, and more dopamine intermittently to continue longer tasks.

anyways. i'm gonna stop holding off from doing fun shit until after i finish tasks. bc in hindsight i always did better work when i put the fun stuff first. and i'm gonna stop wasting time waiting for my brain car to go when the tank was empty the whole time.

i left mid post for a little bit and came back and i didn't proofread this and it's also unfinished but i'm posting it now bc. i have DID i don't member exactly what i was tryna say. and personally i'm not reading all that.

TLDR: stop treating adhd like it's mainly a focus issue. treat it like dopamine is an external resource and it acts as gas for your brain car. how can i focus better❌ what satisfying thing can i do to help my brain initiate/focus on this task✅

[bigassmoonchild]

i like to think ghost have a partner that expresses love by biting { totally not me i wouldnt even think of chomping} but hes so used to it that he doesnt have a reaction when his wife is in nibble mode

but

everyone else loses their complete shit thinkin that a random person just bit ghost { i also love the idea that ghost doesnt tell soap shit jus to fuck with him }

i absolutely adore this bc i definitely do this 💀 (i've had this in my drafts for a few days now, but just finally figured out how i wanted it to go)

🫶🫶

simon would sit in the mess hall, not just to show face but also to be with the rest of his squad. price had to push him to join, but now he came of his own choice. it was something he did, not too often, but often enough.

on this particular day, you had gotten back from a mission all but a few hours ago. simon had been gone for a few weeks prior to you leaving, so you hadn't seen him in nearly a month and a half.

you walked into the mess hall, simon could see you from where he was sitting. you grabbed your tray of food and looked around to find where you were going to sit. he saw you move towards your squad before spotting him, sitting in front of soap and gaz.

so you made your way over, shuffling between people who were standing around and having to take a few different routes to get to them. dropping your tray down, you sat next to simon.

soap went to snag some food off of your tray and you smacked his hand, giving him a face as you did so. the three of you were talking, about what simon wasn't entirely sure of. he was trying to look at you while not completely giving himself away.

god, he loved you. more than you'd possibly ever know. catching his eye, you gave him a slightly confused face and you could see his eyes slightly squint with a little smile.

smiling back, you dove back into your conversation with soap and gaz. '...didn't realize that was something he did,' you said as simon came back into the conversation.

soap gave a little laugh, rolling his eyes. 'oh, gaz is a real charmer. spilled his pint o' beer on a lady once in a bar. you remember that, right ghost?' and simon nodded, giving a little grunt as he did so.

he still watched you, the light shining in your eye and the color slowly returning to your face as everything began to go back to your normal. he knew how much you missed this during missions, and even with the bags under your eyes he still thought you were as beautiful as ever.

the conversation waned, soap and gaz beginning to argue a little. your knee pressed against his, allowing your legs to touch. the only bit of pda he would allow with other soldiers around. with his mask on.

even though gaz and price knew, he kept it a secret from the loud mouthed scot. he knew, as much as he (unwillingly) cared for soap, word would spread fast if he knew it.

and the two of you spoke often about possibly bringing him in on the secret. possibly even just coming out as a couple at the nearest milball.

as much as the conversations happened, that was two milballs ago. three years you had been together, and just six months ago he had popped you the question. he knew exactly where that ring lay, on a long chain sitting just on your sternum.

some nights, he would kiss it. long and hard as he prayed to whatever being would listen that the two of you returned safe from the mission you were next on. other times, he tugged on it to pull you in for kisses.

there would even be a few nights that he would just play with it, feeling the heat of the metal from where it would rest against your skin. he loved that you kept it so close to your heart, and kenw that once the two of you married you wedding band would sit just there.

his own would sit against his heart, as soon as he got it.

a sharp pain from his bicep pulled him from his thoughts, looking down at where you bit him. clenching your teeth a little harder, you finally released him.

'what the hell was that,' soap sputtered out. looking between you, then simon and gaz. gaz gave him a little shrug, looking away as you leaned for another bite.

simon pushed your head away from his arm. 'don't bite me, you little mosquito,' he huffed at you. you gave him a cheeky little smile, winking at him before digging back into your food.

soap gestured wildly. 'no, i want to know what's going on. what the hell. why the hell?'and you gave soap a little laugh.

pulling the chain from under your shirt, you dangled the ring and chain in front of him. 'technically, we are still planning the wedding,' and you grunted as soap kicked you.

'and why wasn't i told?' he hissed at the two of you. you gave a faint shrug, playing with some of the food on your plate. you faught like hell to tell soap, but respected simons decision.

'you've got a loud mouth,'

'i do not!' soap nearly shouted. 'i absolutely do not,' he then whispered. you laughed and tapped your knee against simons.

[tonkatsubowl]

99+ missed messsages.

jing yuan x femdom!reader nsfw themes (STRAIGHT UP SMUT BAYBEE DONT BE A MINOR). read at your own risk. english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

⪩ jing yuan can be a little bratty, so our trailblazer decided to punish him.

TERM DIRECTORY ◖y/n: your name ◖e/c: eye color ◖h/c: hair color

➜ jing yuan: ╰(▔∀▔)╯ y/n

➜ jing yuan: y/n y/n y/n y/n y/n

➜ jing yuan: y/n °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

for the past few hours...maybe two hours, your phone had been blowing up constantly from a certain military general. even as you continued on with your mission, your phone was consistently vibrating from the constant messages from jing yuan, who was here to annoy you.

the general quite knew you were out running errands that's related to your mission, but luckily for you (and not so for him), you were almost done with your errands...and finally, delivering the last package, you grabbed your phone, reading a big fat 99+ next to jing yuan's name. he really did spam you.

➜ y/n: what

➜ y/n: i'm literally busy, why are you spamming me?

➜ y/n: i told you to call me if it's an emergency

➜ y/n: you can't just spam me bc youre bored

➜ y/n: i miss you too but wtf

in truth, you really found it adorable. but you just wanted to scold at him for a bit. it didn't actually bother you, but you liked seeing him whine and act all cute over text.

➜ jing yuan: hi lmfao

➜ jing yuan: i just miss you. are you done yet? come home

➜ y/n: hmm

➜ y/n: yeah... i got something for you. a gift.

➜ jing yuan: woah really? bet

really, you just had something mischievous and dirty hidden in your sleeve...

...entering the premises of the general's headquarters, you find him seated at his desk filling out some paperwork. the moment you had entered, you could see that his eyes lit up, despite the fact he was quite a few distances away from the main entrance. you see him getting up from his seat as he walks over to you with open arms.

"y/n!" he greeted, welcoming you home. you could see yanqing formally bowing to you in the background.

"hello," you then murmur in his ear, "stop what you're doing. now."

jing yuan blinked, puzzled as you both embraced each other. he tilted his head, murmuring something back.

"eh? of course. what is it?"

"come with me."

jing yuan would blink before nodding, turning to yanqing and gesturing him to put away the paperwork. he then looked back to you, following you down the corridor, which lead into the bedroom that you both shared.

once the doors had closed behind you, you could hear jing yuan look at you with curiosity.

"eh? am i in trouble? look, i get so bored that i need to spam yo—!?"

you grab the man by the shirt before forcing him down to your height, your lips crashing against his. you didn't spare the man a single second to speak at all, as your free hand rummaged down towards his crotch.

"you brat," you curse, playfully biting against his lip as you slowly lead him to the bed as you two made out. you could taste the blood that protruded from the very minor injury you caused against his lips, "shut up and behave."

jing yuan was such a tease. sometimes he was a brat on purpose so he could be dominated by you like this in the bedroom, but this wasn't something he intentionally planned. but also, he didn't mind it either. he loved this side of you. he loved that you were basically wearing the pants in the relationship when it came to your guys' private life.

"y/n," he murmured, finding himself to fall backwards onto his back against the bed as you straddled him. he breathed heavily, embracing the familiar warmth of your hands as they were going towards his crotch again. you were undoing his pants, immediately taking what belonged to you. and rightfully so.

"shut up. did i say you should speak?"

jing yuan had a mischievous look in his eye as he shook his head, obeying your very command. he watched as you undid his pants successfully, before inviting the tip of his already-erect length into your mouth. you wasted no time.

"this is your punishment for annoying the shit out of me while i'm out working," you say, kissing the sides of his throbbing member, "now you're not allowed to work."

"fuck," he grunted as you took him whole again, breathing heavily. your hot mouth definitely had made his head swirl, causing him to not really think properly at this moment. you were already mindfucking him, and you didn't even do anything but have a little sweet taste of him.

"you're speaking again?" your free hands came to mess with the jewels that hung underneath his length, occupying your mouth with his member once more. you were punishing him, and even if he came, you would keep pleasuring him despite how sensitive he was feeling at this very moment.

jing yuan bit his lip, wanting to apologize, but he couldn't. instead, he breathed, clutching his fingers against the bed sheets of his mattress as you practically sucked the life out of him...and he finally gasped, his legs twitching as he felt the sensation of releasing his seed inside of your mouth just reaching at the top.

and you knew it.

so, you continued, guiding your tongue up and down against this skin, welcoming the blossoming of his sticky, hot liquid that immediately burst into your mouth. you swallowed every drop, but you didn't stop either. this time, you had nearly forgotten about the command that you gave to jing yuan, especially when he had started saying your name quietly.

"y-y/n...w-wait... ah— i just, please—"

but that didn't stop you.

and you welcomed the taste of his climax once more, swallowing every bit and drop that left his erect member. jing yuan was tired, but you didn't plan on finishing him...not just yet. you wanted your own fun, too.

licking your lips, you undid your pants and lifted your shirt, letting jing yuan admire the sight before him. he wanted to reach out to grab you, but he knew you didn't properly give him the command to touch you. instead, like an obedient puppy he was now, he watched you.

as you straddled him, you placed his erect member inside of you. you gasp quietly, sighing with relief as you felt your walls separate, welcoming the familiar, throbbing member that intruded inside of you. shifting your hips, you began to ride him, holding him steadily as you immediately began to pick up the pace.

"gh—" you heard him breathe against your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you as your rode him. you were rough, and boy did he like that. he was into it, and he adored this side of you.

you felt his tongue, teeth and his lips trail up and down against your neck, leaving marks of his love all over your skin. you were fucking him silly, and he could no longer think.

all he could truly really think about...was you at this moment.

but you were already in a good mood since you were practically mind fucking him, so you decided to reward jing yuan a bit. you gestured him to change positions, allowing him to take you from behind instead.

holding onto the headboard of the bedframe, you allowed jing yuan to thrust and to pump inside of you. you felt every inch of him hit deeper into your area, and it felt too amazing that you were beginning to fill the bedroom with your own moans as well. luckily, the walls were thick, so the both of you could be as loud as you wanted.

it wasn't long until jing yuan had practically came inside of you, but you knew his limits as he was ready to do it over again—because you were going to make him do it. the both of you spent the entire night just fucking each other silly, avoiding work for the day, and just basically filling you up with his seed. an unintentional breeding, but also...breeding you.

he didn't really learn his lesson, truth to be told. he would just annoy you to have these sessions again.

but you punished him every time.

[spacegay-official]

Pain For Pleasure

(aka "Din Djarin has a piercing kink send tweet")

So, this was initially supposed to be part of a lengthier headcanon post with more characters inspired entirely by the time I got my nips pierced in July, but I got carried away with Din's, then immediately forgot I had it in my google drive and found it a couple days ago, so... here we are.

Also, I know in that poll I posted the majority running as of right this second is green for Din's favorite color, but I went with red for the color of the beads on reader's piercings just because it felt right (and also it was in second place, so)

Pairing: Din Djarin x afab!reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used, but this is a very tit-centric fic)

Warnings: SMUT, this is pure self-indulgent PWP, nipple piercings, blindfolds bc Din, nipple play (sucking, nibbling, that kind of thing), unprotected PiV sex, creampie, talk of other (namely, genital) piercings, also this wasn't well proofread so there might be mistakes.

Words: ~1k

Din was out on a long hunt. You knew it was going to be a while, and while you usually go with him on these sorts of things, he insisted it was a one man job. So, you stayed with the ship, in the port city you’d landed in. But, sooner than later, you got bored.

So, you put the ship in lockdown and started walking around the city. There were plenty of sights to see, and plenty of things to do, but it was a piercing shop with beautiful jewelry displayed in the window that caught your eye. You went in, initially intending just to buy some jewelry from them, but it turns out they were having a special sale. That was all it took to get you to give into the impulse and just like that, you had your nipples pierced.

As you pondered your jewelry options, a thought crossed your mind--what would Din think? He loved your tits and did not hide that fact. You figured he wouldn’t mind the extra decoration. With him in mind, though, you picked out jewelry with red beads on the end. After the quick (and somewhat less painful than you were anticipating, but it still definitely hurt) procedure, you went back to the ship and admired the new piercings in the mirror for a bit. Yeah, he was definitely going to enjoy this.

Several days later, Din came back from his hunt, successful. He was clearly exhausted, though, taking a deep breath and leaning against the hull in the hold once the quarry was in carbonite and unable to cause any more issues. You smiled and approached him, glad you were currently wearing a thin shirt without a bra underneath.

“How’d it go?” you asked.

He turned his head and looked at you. “I’m glad I’m back,” he answered.

He went to turn his head back, but seemed to double-take. You grinned wider, then started walking backwards towards the bed you shared. You sat down on the edge of it, and pulled the material of your shirt more taught over your chest.

“See something you like?” you asked.

Din walked over to you, and immediately got on his knees between your legs. His hands smoothed up your sides under your shirt, lifting it. You took it off the rest of the way.

“Fuck,” Din breathed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you teased.

“When did you get this done?” he asked.

“Couple days after you left. I got bored,” you answered, shrugging a little.

Din’s hands moved to hold your tits, then run his thumb over your nipples and the jewelry. You sighed at the sensation.

“So fucking good to me,” he mumbled, his hands gliding down your body again, this time to the waistband of your pants. He practically tore them off, then began backing you further onto the bed. “Probably hurt, huh? Going through that just to look pretty for me.” 

He reached for something in one of the storage compartments next to the bed, and soon your vision was completely obscured by a blindfold. You heard a quiet hiss, felt the bed shift, then hummed appreciatively as you felt Din’s lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking, his tongue toying with the piercing. You ran your fingers through his curls, slightly damp from being in his helmet on his hunt. He practically purred as you gently scratched your nails against his scalp.

Din gently nibbled your nipple before releasing it and moving over to the other one. The jewelry added sensitivity you weren’t yet used to, and it went right to your core. You were dripping wet, though you were more than willing to ignore that in favor of letting Din take what he needed. And he kept taking for a while, switching nipples intermittently, occasionally pulling off entirely just to look at them, shiny with spit and a little swollen from his ministrations. At some point during this, you noticed he was grinding against your thigh, hard behind his flight suit.

You gently tugged against his hair, just to grab his attention, not to interrupt him. “You should take your armor off, baby,” you mumbled.

He hummed an agreement, leaning up on his knees to do just that. You heard shuffling and pieces of his armor detaching and being set down next to the bed. It was hurried, not the organized methodical way he typically removes it. After just a few moments, he was back on top of you, kissing your lips fervently as he pinched one of your nipples, making your breath hitch.

“I’m going to take good care of you, mesh’la,” he practically growled. You felt him reach between you and free his cock from his pants, and you grabbed at his shoulders as he pushed into you desperately. You moaned at the stretch.

“You’re perfect. All mine,” Din groaned, once again letting his mouth find one of your nipples.

“Mmm… if I knew this would get you this worked up I would’ve gotten it done months ago,” you said, moaning again as Din rutted into you.

Din made another noise. “Yeah?” he asked. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

You hummed, turning into a cry as Din’s thumb found your clit, your orgasm quickly mounting. “Anything, Din,” you breathed.

Din fucked you with a mix of desperation and purpose, never leaving either of your pierced nipples alone for too long. He knew exactly how to get you to fall apart for him, and he wielded that skill well. With how worked up he’d gotten you just from sucking on your tits, you weren’t going to last long in the first place, but you had a feeling he wasn’t either.

He easily brought you to a climax, and you cried out his name as you came. He followed moments after, spilling into you with a delicious moan before he collapsed on top of you, panting. Your hands cupped his face as Din kissed you gently.

An idea crossed your mind, and you grinned.

“That look usually gets us in trouble,” Din commented, though you could hear the smile in his own voice.

“You know,” you started, “there are other piercings I could get. Like… maybe a VCH piercing?”

“VCH?”

“Vertical clitoral hood piercing,” you answered. “It sits so one of the beads of the piercing is right on the clit, makes things more intense for folks sometimes.”

Din moaned at your words, then kissed you again. You made a noise of slight surprise as you felt his hips grind against yours again.

[bluelolblue]

The color theory of Santino and John

The blue color is more associated with John, I agree, so I will just write down my theory on Santino's and John's colors

l'introduzione

You can see the blue color throughout all 4 movies BUT here it makes even more sense to me. In this scene when Santino shows up for the first time, you can see the blue color while John walked towards the door and when he opened it, there was still slight blue shade colors around Santino, indicating that he was indeed in John's presence.

The moment Santino enters the house, the blue color was slowly moving towards the warmer colors. BUT the reason why John's blue color didn't follow the whole time even though they were clearly in his house was because Santino was the more dominant one

How he acted genuinely like he's at home in some ways, how he asked for the favor with the marker, how he looked at the pictures, etc. So, the more lighter warm orange colors were present bc that could be connected with Santino. So those colors overwhelmed the blue colors

When Santino was preparing to blow up John's house, you can see more of the blue color, meaning he is going to take away something big from John and he wasn't feeling threatened by John at all. As he blew up the house you can clearly see the warmer colors from the fire and how now with that Santino had the full control over him

Nel Museo

In the museum, John entered into Santino's space, so there was barely any of the blue color, if any bc Santino was, again, the more dominant one. Yet, Santino was wearing a blue suit this time. When he met with him again. Keep this mind for later. Which to me, at least indicates that they are really connected, and I think other than the Tarasovs, Santino is the next one that has the closest relationship to him. They both seem to know each other and their actions pretty well

La Chiamata

When Santino called John and got hung up on, there is a mix of warm colors with the blue color, although with the blue color overpowering other colors. Meaning, Santino didn't feel as confident as he did before because he realized he fucked up and he kinda panicked which you can see that no matter how he tried to remain calm, he was a bit worried. He knows what John is capable of. He was only feeling more confident and like he had more power than John because he was the one that helped John Wick with the Impossible task. It gave him a big boost to his ego

Hai pugnalato il diavolo alle spalle

The scene with Winston, again, more or Santino's warm colors because he was overpowering the space. Plus, the way he was sitting, he knew Winston couldn't really do shit to him. So, Santino was dominating the space. And Santino was so confident that he kinda ignored Winston's warning. Even though you can see a little bit of the blue color in the middle. Because John is out to get his ass

Presto Museum

And in the final, Santino was wearing a nice blue suit. A second time, he was wearing a blue suit while John was present. I don't think that was a coincidence.

The warm colors are still present the whole time until John starts chasing him. The whole time as Santino was running away (actually walking fast) from him, the scenes were having more of the blue shades because he lost the control over the situation

In the hotel, warmer colors because Santino was confident that he was safe there, so he had most of the control. And we all know what happened next... it didn't go as planned for him

BUT HEY THAT'S JUST A THEORY

A COLOR THEORY 🗣‼️

[mxtantrights]

that green colored feeling

thank you for the request! I turned this one out pretty quick bc I too believe that Tim deserves more fics on this site!! hope you enjoy <333

Tim wasn't a jealous person. Or he wasn't the possessive, checking in every hour, wondering who you could be hanging out with and if him making an appearance would make him look like an idiot or not. He wasn't that type of jealous person.

He's starting to think that you might make him that person.

It's not anything you're doing really. How could it? You know him inside and out and he knows you. Therefore he knows that you wouldn't be flirting with someone when he's five feet away. You're not flirting with someone.

Someone is flirting with you. Which makes sense, you are a literal catch. Tim isn't sure how he manages to be the one to say goodnight and good morning to you every day. Or how he manages to be on the receiving end of quick snapshots from your busy city life because you saw something and thought of him.

He doesn't know how he landed you. But he knows he's yours completely. And he doesn't like the feeling of this green monster sitting on his shoulders and telling him any different.

You on the other hand, you know this guy is flirting with you. Since you got to the party this guy has been eyeing you for a while. He finally got the courage to come up to you after fifteen minutes. And you haven't entertained it one bit. Every opportunity you've gotten to mention Tim as your loving, caring and smart boyfriend you have taken. He just didn't seem to get it though, like he needed to see him in the flesh to believe it.

"Yeah actually my boyfriend is really good with tech stuff maybe you can talk to him." you say.

Then you point over to him. Tim perks up at the action and makes his way over to you and the guy quickly. Tim knows you can handle turning someone down do seeing you point him out meant something wasn't connecting for the guy.

"Hey, what's going on?" Tim asks.

You put your arm around his shoulder and pull him close to you. Tim leans into you as well.

"This is Jared, and he was talking about his new start up thingy." you explain.

Jared seems perplexed to put it lightly. You're not sure why. You told him multiple times that your boyfriend came with you to this party. It astonishes you how that must've went in one ear and out the other.

Tim holds out his free hand, "Nice to meet you."

Jared takes Tim's hand into his. The two shake but you know Jared is still wondering where Tim came from and if he's really real.

"You didn't have to ring in some random guy to get me off your back you know that?" Jared asks, but mores says.

You don't believe it. You believe it but you don't actually believe he said it out loud with the gusto of Alexander the Great! You scoff.

Tim can feel the heat creeping up his neck. He feels-well he feels like he doesn't matter in this situation. A different type of jealous it would seem. Still green, but a little blue too.

Tim doesn't have time to adjust as you enter his line of vision. Up close he can see how thick your eyelashes are and how your lip turns up, like you're about to do something wicked.

"Timmy I think we could give him a show. But only if you want." you say.

Tim's eyes go wide. A boyish grin forms on his lips too. He can feel your breath hitting him from this close. And he wants to get even closer if that's possible. Which it is, he knows just how you can get.

When Tim nods his head at your question, you smile even wider. You wrap your arms around his neck and dive straight in. And he knows you called it a show but with the way you're standing in front of Tim, you're completely locking the guy from seeing anything.

That's what does it. That's what gets Tim to flutter his eyes over to the guy who's still behind you. He deepens the kiss and it's nothing appropriate for a party.

Tim's hands land on your hips and pull you into him. He watches as the guy makes a face and leaves the two of you alone. Finally. Tim shuts his eyes then and lets himself enjoy the impromptu makeup session. Lets himself enjoy you.

And enjoy you he does.

[caernua]

re: your arcana post - i literally don't even go here but i live for drama.... if you were ever to do a video essay or even just a write up in a post about the situation.... i want to know what happened, can't resist 👀👀

oh my goodd it's so eerie to explain it to someone who wasn't involved but this silly little mobile dating sim was just an initial passion project from a small team of employees of an indie game developer that was basically given six weeks to turn in something completely self-indulgent and it quickly got a backing on kickstarter around 2016-2017? beyond that it was quite a classic case of a project becoming more famous than its creators expected and it turns into a bit of a mess bc of their lack of experience. and by that i mean they got very close to the fans, and that's bound to open a can of worms. they used to make weekly q&as and you can't imagine what an exciting event that was, oh my god literally everyone was in a discord server losing their shit bc the devs had opened the askbox and we could ask the stupidest questions in the world about their characters and they would answer bc frankly they were very funny and the characters were all like... established in a funny enough way that it was so easy to make good jokes about them.

and i think what makes it very interesting is that the fandom was actually pretty small, but it felt HUGE. those q&as seemed like the most viral posts you could run into when you logged on tumblr but really most of them had a couple thousand notes at best, even when the arcana was at its most popular. it was literally like living in a small village where everybody knew EVERYBODY. if you posted something, high chance everyone in the fandom would see and reblog. it was like a hive mind.

also part of the reason why it felt so huge was bc everyone was churning out fan content like CRAZY, i don't think there was ever any fandom i've personally been in where i've seen so many people create so much damn stuff and frankly i think it's one of its strongest features. idk what it is about this game but everytime i revisit it inspires me so much, suddenly i wanna pick up my tablet after months, i wanna try writing again, etc. it's just wonderful at urging you to create and i have no idea how one even achieves that.

but yea the fandom slowly disappeared partly due to controversies, some of the creators were found to have been into some questionable stuff back in their not so olden days and they stepped away from the limelight, afterwards i believe a lot of the team stepped away from the game altogether. but it was weird because the controversies were constant, not just towards the creators but also within the fandom itself 💀 and given the huge volume of them they of course ranged from reasonable criticism especially regarding the representation of the characters of color, or the absurd microtransaction to stuff like 'his eyes are drawn bigger in this cg so the artists wanted to make him look like a child so this game caters to pedos actually' dkjgdkfj i saw some CRAZY takes and the bad faith criticism definitely overshadowed the reasonable voices in my opinion, it was not balanced at all. they stopped doing the q&as, the posts they made on their official tumblr became way more sanitized, and actually in a way so did some aspects of the game, and little by little it grew quieter.

and now it's... silent. but it's so near and dear to my heart, i think it's an absolutely wonderful game and what i love about it the most is how much it inspires people to create. and i think the reason why is bc unlike in many games like this (at least i think, i'm not sure cause i haven't played many) your character doesn't just suddenly meet every love interests. they have a connection to some of the love interests and a past they don't remember so it's very interesting to peel those layers back, BUT because it's your character the story stays quite vague about the past. so it's incredibly fun to speculate, to create a backstory, etc! that's i think one of my favorite things about it and it's not a coincidence that arcana went on to inspire some fans to venture into the visual novel genre as creators themselves.

and yea overall it just felt like a close positive community (well. mostly really, we are talking about a fandom on tumblr here so) and a super creative and inspiring one. the jokes were super fun, the art was top notch, the writing was also good. so yea i kinda miss it and it's sad to see how empty it seems now? like i see people from 2020 onward go 'ohh i just discovered this game' and i'm like... MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD... YOU HAVE NO IDEA.... YOU HAD TO BE THERE.... and ig i didn't really answer your question bc i kind of glossed over the drama but i went through the whole phenomenon bc i think it was. really interesting to witness 🫡

[littlekittenfairychubbybunny]

Princess of Hawkins, ST x gyaru!Reader

honestly idek what im doing, its unfinsihed but i spent too much time on it to toss it away, give me compliments or something so i can continue. this is just one FAT big insert like literally this girl is revolving sround me, she’ll go by y/n and will be written with no specific skin color, but she will have blonde hair and will be really short (im sorry my precious tall girls, ilysm but i cant) as well as there will be usage of tagalog (filipino language) but oh well, theres going to be translations at the bottom, im not gonna make this character a mary sue but i will make her a lover girl and most characters if not all will love her platonic and or romantic so it wont be just billy that wants her. some ideas are just random bc i wanna write her to be just like me, i age regress, and stuff so that will be incorporated or wtv

It was 2 am when we got to the new house. My dad unlocked it and me, my step mom and step sister head inside. We looked around a bit and it wasn't the best, but it wasn’t the worst. Although the neighborhood doesn’t seem as homely as my old one, I’ll get used to it at some point. Not like I have a choice anyways. My dad walks into the house and sets down most of our carry-on bags and suitcases. He sighs contently and looks at our house proudly,

“Looks nice! Right Nak?” He says with a proud smile 

I grab my backpack that I brought in, looking for my slippers, I find them and take off my shoes to put on my inside slippers. I get back up and smile. I look around the empty voids of rooms and space “Yeah, It is. So much space too! Definitely an upgrade from our apartment!” I say with a smile, running around what will be our living room. I look around some more, looking at the kitchen and the bathroom. My dad leaves to bring in more of our belongings as I grab my things and head upstairs. Unsure of what room will be mine, I set my things down in the hallway and look around. There were 3 rooms. A master, a normal and, what the previous owner had said, an office. I go back out to the hallway and grab my things, putting them down in the room that was adjacent to the bathroom. I look around the room once more, envisioning where my bed and other furnishings will go. 

I squeal excitedly as I look out the window to the uhaul truck pulling into my street. I hurriedly went downstairs almost tripping and falling but catching myself at the last moment. I kick off my inside slippers and slip back on my outside shoes, bouncing excitedly anticipating the truck, I run around my dad in circles. He tells me to calm down as the truck pulls up and the guy hops out. He waves to me and my dad, as another man comes out, who also waves. My dad greets them and they start talking while they open the truck. I look at the truck with stars in my eyes and squeal as it fully opens. I see the boxes that were labeled with my name and shake my dad to get them for me. He pushes me off and tells me to wait with an eye roll. I pout and wait IMpatiently if I do say so myself, as they bring out boxes one by one or two by two I see that mine are now being brought out. I jump up and grab one that was light enough for me to carry, I bring it upstairs to my now claimed room and set it down in the corner where all my boxes will go for now. 

I go back down to grab the rest but leave the heavier ones for the workers and dad. I wait for them to bring the boxes inside and as they do they start asking where each of them go. My dad tells them where and while this continues I wait upstairs in my room. I lay down on the floor and whip out my phone, opening instagram and posting my new room on my story. 

(the room size is a bit bigger and the wallpaper is different, floral type) I smile and sigh contently as I hear my dad yell out my name. (ik instagram doesn’t have the black bar thingy for stories but shh I wish it did) 

“Y/N come down and take a picture!” I huff and sit up, feeling a little dizzy afterwards, I get up, now feeling even more dizzy, I stumble out of my room and down the stairs. I see my step mom and step sister huddling in the living room arranging the boxes. My dad calls me over and tells me to take a picture of him and them. I agree and take his camera, they pose and I give him back his camera. After a quick look he puts his camera down and says “I’ll get the guys to bring your furniture up okay?” I nod and go up, I hear my dad and them talk as they start going up the stairs. My dad yells out my name asking me where I was.

“I’m in here!” I yell out. The moving guys come in and bring my bed and I tell them where to set it down, adjacent to the window, so if I wanna get up and look out the window I can. I clap happily and it hits 7 am as dad tells me to get out the house and take my sister over to Hawkins high and middle school. I sigh and agree as I head downstairs to retrieve her, I grab my keys, our documents, my bag and head out. I pull out the map dad handed me and look for Hawkins High and Middle School to find directions and start heading our way there. 

this is what ur wearing btw bc i said so with a backpack that matches the fit

After 20 long minutes me and my sister finally got to the parking lot and we headed inside of the school. I look around the school confused and we start aimlessly walking around. It hits 8 when the students start coming in one by one, and that’s when I panic. First of all I’m not dressed crazy, but I’m dressed not typically normal, but whatevs! In my pink princess dress and crown I rule. I see this guy with the beautiful hair I’ve seen on a man, it was swooped in all the right angles and it was angelic. I wanna walk up to him, maybe talk him up a bit, but looking at the people around him doing that would make me a joke. 

So I keep my distance and as they pass by me they give me a nasty side look, I stare back with a glare and until they pass, I keep staring. I sighed until some other girl walked in. She had brown curly hair and doe eyes that I could get lost in. She looked sweet, like a chocolate milkshake. She stops at her locker and, pushing away my social anxiety, I walk up to her. 

“Excuse me?” I say wearily, tapping on her shoulder, she turns to look at me with a kind smile

“Hi!” She says with a smile, I smile back and reply 

“Hi, sorry, I’m new here and I’m looking to get enrolled. I have no idea where to go.” I say sheepishly

“No worries! I’ll show you to the office!” She says, closes her locker and takes me to the office. I call out to my sister and she trails behind us. We get to the office and I start talking to them, getting enrolled blah blah blah. She leaves because class is starting and as I’m left alone there with my sister I feel a bit awkward. I start pestering her to ease the tension in the office and as she is swatting me away the lady at the desk calls me over. 

“Alright Y/N and Candace, here are your schedules and the middle school is over that way” She says pointing to the right. I nod and thank her, dragging my sister along with me to leave the high school to get to the middle school. I put our documents in my bag, making sure they are safely tucked away in order to not get ruined. Once we get outside I start heading to the middle school and as we reach the front, she stops me. 

“Do NOT go in with me Ate!” She says angrily, I roll my eyes with her and ask her why. She huffs and says that “I’ll embarrass her” So I sigh and pass her her schedule. She takes it and leaves but not without giving me a hug and an

“I love you” I smile and pat her head, I hug her back and say

“I love you too smelly, at the end of the day I’ll wait for you so we can walk back okay?” I look down at her and she nods, she runs inside and waves at me while I wave back. I wonder how she’s gonna fend for herself in there. Just a couple of months ago we were in the same school and I was showing her where to go. I feel bad ripping her from her friend group just because I graduated, but I have a feeling she’ll like it here. 

I make my way back to the high school as I look at my schedule and psigh. I don’t know how I’m gonna survive since my old school was all I knew, but oh well. New beginnings I guess. I head inside and look for first period, math, the subject I was best in. Took me 10 minutes to look for the room and as I walked in, the lesson had already begun. I stood there, sweat dripping down my face as the teacher snapped his neck to look at me. 

“So, you must be the new student, everyone greet Y/N!” He says with a smile, I look to the class and suddenly I regret wearing this outfit. I see some people giggling, whispering to each other, as if I wasn’t there. He tells me to sit in the middle, right next to some guy who I saw that had the perfect hair. I sit down and he eyes me. The lesson resumes and as I’m spacing out, I feel something hit me and I look and see him. His eyes point down and I see a tiny paper ball, I grab it and open it to read. 

“Welcome to Hawkins sweetheart” it read, I looked at him putting on my doe eyes, the name sweetheart makes me swoon, but I know I shouldn’t be so open. I write back “Hi :3” and pass it back to him. The teacher looks at us so we stop passing notes. Class ends and as I get up and grab my things he grabs my arm. I look up at him with a pouty look and he lets go. 

“Sorry Y/N, I just wanted to say that you looked cute” he says with a light blush, I thank him and smile 

“Obviously you know my name, so what’s yours?” I ask

“Steve, Steve Harrington” He says smiling, I look at the clock on the wall and notice that second period is starting

[kipperlillycopperkettle]

literally tell me more about die trying right now I'm so intrigued

i, as a lesbian with good taste, think it's time someone in the price family seduced a woman away from the covenant. and who else should do it but elsie? anyway this is my entirely unfinished elsie price/chloe cunningham fic, because i think their dynamic would be the kind of fun lesbian drama i like to write about. featuring elsie getting to play roller derby (ik why she doesn't in canon but wouldn't it be fun to let her play for a little bit?)

anyway i never got very far (probably bc i don't understand roller derby? and also bc at the time i wrote this i hadn't gotten anyone else into incryptid so i didn't have anyone else to talk about it with) but i still think it's fun. maybe after next year's incryptid reread i'll come back to it

there was something comforting in being the spare.

chloe cunningham had told herself that as a child, even though she'd known it wasn't true. and as was the way of lies, it somehow became a truth without her even realizing it. sure, her parents loved leonard more, but it also meant that leo carried the weight of all their expectations. leo was the one who they never expected to disappoint them, and if the spare did, well, they supposed it had just been a matter of time. 

they had their baby, too, in [nathaniel?], who could never disappoint them, no matter how much he fucked up, she thinks, bitterly. 

of course, knowing why her parents had always passed her over in favor of her brothers hadn't made it stop hurting, but there was a certain comfort in knowing why.

now that she was older, she viewed being the spare as a blessing with the same ferocity with which she had viewed it as a curse as a child. what being the spare meant was that she, unlike leo, did not spend all of her time under their parents' watchful eye, which left her free to do what she liked. up to and including things they might not have approved of, had they known.

in this case, that meant roller derby.

she'd been stationed in the upper northwest of the us for months, on what was meant to be an easy assignment, after her brother had gone and let timpani brown get kidnapped — no point in flying chloe back to england when they needed another operative in the pacific northwest after robert had died — and nothing had harnessed the endless energy and aggression inside her. she'd tried jogging, swimming, zumba, and nothing had filled it, not the way long hours working out at the gym back home did. sure, there were gyms here, but they tended to frown upon a young girl staying there for hours at a time, and there was no shortage of creeps who loved to stare at her, which, well. gross. 

so when she'd seen a flyer for something called roller derby, well, she'd figured if it didn't work out, it was just another thing to add to the long list of things that hadn’t worked and a waste of an afternoon.

it had turned out to work. honestly almost too bloody well for her to believe it was real. that it was something she was even allowed to do — which, well. technically it wasn't, but who was going to know? no one here knew her, after all. it was just little chloe caldwell — it was her mother’s maiden name, which made it easier to remember on false ids — all by her lonesome.

“what're you thinking about?” a voice jolted her from her thoughts, and chloe looked up to see a girl seated next to her, with hair the color of an electric blue highlighter. this was one of the other perks of roller derby — the girls were all hot, enthusiastic, and best of all, largely queer. chloe had known she was a lesbian for a while now, but she'd never been able to settle into the word until she'd joined the wilsonville rose petals as a blocker called thorn this way. now, it felt like more than a word the girls had whispered to her back home, snickering and acting as though it was something naughty. now, the word was beginning to feel like home. it helped, of course, that there were several out and proud lesbians on the team, something chloe had never had before. gay people in the covenant, well... they weren't quite exiled, but they weren't quite accepted, either. not when the covenant was so focused on ensuring there would be a next generation to carry on after all of them got killed by the things that go bump in the night. 

“nothing much, nors,” chloe said, a half-smile painted across her face. the girl seated next to her was morbud curiosity, also known as nora rogers, one of their pivots. 

nora frowns at her, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “didn’t look like nothing,” she said mildly, and chloe sighed. 

“just... my parents. life. you know how it is.” how my parents expect me to come home and settle down and marry a man and produce little covenant babies, and i don't even like men like that. not that they know about that part. or would care, if they did.

the covenant was tolerant of lesbians and gay men and extramarital affairs, just as long as they were perfectly willing to produce heirs and marry who they were told, which meant that that tolerance really extended to what they could pretend they didn't see.

“do you want to talk about it?” nora asked, nudging her shoulder with her own. 

“not until i've beaten you in a race around the track,” chloe says, her mouth twisted into a half-smile.

[acatalystrising]

hi tysm for replying to my request i honestly wasn't expecting it but i just wanted to add a couple things if you're hitting some writers block or need some inspo if writing about your own experiences is too emotionally exhausting. 

/tw for dv (don’t have to read if it’s too much)

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in tdou the dad is guilt tripping the daughter about the mom's death, i'd like to read about a mom guilt tripping the reader about a grandmother's death as that’s unfortunately what’s happening to me. 

basically my mom & my grandmother abused each other during quarantine & the weeks before my grandmother died but she only claims it happened bc i didn’t “help out enough” (but she doesn’t work at all like the father in tdou)

i love that the reader in tdou was trying to do everything she could but it just drained her emotionally & physically

i related to that a lot as i had to basically play mediator whenever they would argue but sometimes i just couldn’t do it bc my moms yelling voice is triggering to me. she isn’t as physically abusive anymore but now she just chips away at my self worth whenever she has a bad day or sometimes before i go to work

i already carried a lot of guilt before my grandmother died bc i dropped out of college & wasn’t working at the time & now my mom just knows how to make it worse. 

i recently got her to apologize & recognize what she did was wrong but it just feels like she resents me now bc i called her out. the reader’s sense of inadequacy/powerlessness in tdou was highly relatable lol

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sorry if this was too personal & that this ask is so long but if it's too triggering/personal you can totally not include it. 

i really liked how scarily similar the readers situation in tdou was to mine & seeing how much ppl liked it made me feel less alone so maybe if you base this prompt off of my situation someone else can feel less alone too. If not it’s ok bc all of this is pretty heavy. 

but i really love how honest your work is otherwise. i have support in my life but like you said family trauma can be difficult to heal from so again sorry i don’t make a habit trauma dumping on ppl lol

but thanks so much for your writing. boba really is a comfort character for me

tysm for being understanding pls keep writing <3

Hey lovely anon! Firstly, I am SO sorry it’s taken so long for me to answer this. Life has been nuts and I really, really wanted to take my time writing something for you. Trauma is awful and I am so truly sorry you’ve had to deal with so much. You deserve all the hugs in the world!

I’m so touched you enjoy my writing - I write Boba stories to process my own trauma, and they have majorly helped. I’m happy to hear that they help others, too. You aren’t trauma dumping at all, and I’m touched you made this request! So without further ado, here is what I came up with! I hope you enjoy it, and that if in any small way, it can help you feel a little less alone.

Trigger Warnings: Given the subject, I wanted to make sure everyone knows this contains potentially triggering content including: abusive mother, language, gaslighting, verbal abuse (both mentions of past and present), and physical abuse. This is a bit darker then some of my normal stuff, so please be aware! No smut, but lots of angst, fluff, pining, hurt comfort, and Boba being the protective gem we all love and adore.

I’ll Carry You

Daimyo Boba Fett x f!artist reader

Boba Fett, the Daimyo of Tatooine, was one of the broadest people you’d ever seen.

Strong, built like a warrior capable of crushing his foes, an unstoppable force. He was smart, too, boasting a cunning that spoke of his years as a merciless bounty hunter. He donned mandalorian armor that struck fear in hearts across the Galaxy…

And yet, you wondered if he would hold you gently.

Was there more depth to the man who was living legend? Clearly so, given that he’d saved your city from the Pyke’s destruction. You squinted, peering at the lovely shades of green, wondering how a color could be so calming and exciting all at once. Did he know that such a thing were possible? That his beskar was also beautiful, and not merely a symbol of terror?

A shout echoed down the dusty street and you flinched, concentration broken. Gone were the brilliant hues of green and red from your focus, replaced with the clay, beige tones of sand, stone, and earth.

You blinked, staring at your painting with a frown. Boba Fett, of course, wasn’t really here. Your image needed work before it was finished, but you hoped you’d be able to do a decent job. The Daimyo deserved it, you wagered, even if he never saw it.

Stars, of course he wouldn’t see it. He was far too busy to spend the time ogling street art.

Of himself.

Kriff, this was a stupid idea.

Another shout rang through the air and you grimaced, hating that you had to leave your work unfinished for all to see, unable to be anything more than a random piece by an anonymous painter.

You dreamed of a day where you could proudly display your work for all to see, but as long as your mother had a say, you feared that they, like you, would never get the chance.

-

“Off daydreaming again,” your mother’s accusatory tone made you flinch. “I don’t know where I went wrong with you. I’ve been generous, gracious even. And how do you repay me?”

She paused, dark brows lowering over narrowed eyes.

“Are you even paying attention?”

“Yes, mom.” You looked up from the sewing machine, forcing your expression to remain neutral.

“No. More. Distractions.” She jerked a thumb at the pile of dishes beside her that seemed to grow on its own. “Do I make myself clear?”

You merely nodded.

Like you always did. As fate dictated you must. The last thing you needed was for her to go on another tangent again. Or for there to be another fight.

But life, as you’ve discovered, wasn’t that kind.

-

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Kriff. As if your terrible day couldn’t get any worse.

You winced the moment you heard booted footsteps announcing someone’s entry. They were heavy, breaking the silence of the oddly quiet kaff shop - one that often bustled with customers trying to escape the heat of the mid-afternoon suns. But not today.

Too tired to muster more social energy, you kept your back turned, strands of hair falling in front of your eyes as you swept the shattered glass into your dustpan. The last thing you needed was another reason to get yelled at.

“Welcome to the Twin Suns, I’ll be with you in a moment,” you didn’t bother trying to sound overly polite. Not when your mother had made your day a living hell.

The footsteps neared, accented by a metallic clinking you could only assume were spurs. Now who the hell would bother to wear…

“I’m not here for a drink.” A deep, rumbling voice broke the silence, sending a cold chill down your spine. You barely suppressed a flinch as those booted footsteps stopped right behind you. “I have some questions.”

You turned much quicker than you would have liked - but that voice carried a commanding tone that made you act without thinking. There was only one person you could think of that would sound like…

Maker above, you were fucked.

Your own wide-eyed expression stared back at you, trapped in the unseen gaze of a black, t-visored helm. Even then, as you struggled to breathe, recognition flooded through you with the force of a punch. The owner took another booted step forward, so close you could touch him if you had a death wish.

Oh kriff, kriff, kriff.

It was Boba kriffing Fett. The Boba Fett. And now…your Daimyo.

You tried your best to suppress a blush. As if you hadn’t just been daydreaming about him earlier while you’d been painting him. Good kriffing maker, you had to get it together.

You’d seen him once or twice before, when he was out patrolling the city, but only from a safe distance. Now that he was here, in front of you, every fiber in your body screamed to run. The power the man exuded made your head spin. He was a living weapon, back from the dead - the most feared bounty hunter in the Galaxy.

And you were now trapped in his gaze.

“Heard someone caused a problem here,” Boba Fett’s iconic helmet slowly turned, taking in his surroundings before snapping back to you. “What’s their name?”

You blinked. Why the hell would the Daimyo care about a small shop’s domestic outburst? Surely he had better things to do. He surely wouldn’t be interested in the affairs of someone like you.

“Oh, it’s nothing…” you spoke timidly, far smaller than you intended, but you couldn’t help it, being in his presence. “It wasn’t a customer, or anything. I’m sorry.”

You hoped he’d let it go. Move on to more important things. The last thing you needed was to lose this job, or give your mother another reason to make your life worse.

Fett regarded you silently, arms crossed over a deadly blaster rifle, gloved fingers tapping a slow, steady cadence. Sweat beaded on your forehead and trickled down your temple. Would he shoot you for not answering his question?

He lifted a gloved hand and you flinched, but blinked in confusion when he gently wiped a tear from your cheek. When he spoke again, his voice was so oddly soft you were inclined to believe it didn’t belong to the same person.

“Not gonna hurt you. No one should be afraid in my city. Especially a pretty little thing like you…” his tone rolled through you, and you shivered, an altogether new feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. “Who did this to you?”

You could only swallow, throat dry, heart beating a million times a minute as you leaned the broom against the counter and shakily took a breath. You were so nervous you nearly tripped over your own foot as you looked back at the visor, more tears threatening to burst to the surface.

Damn it, keep it together. Don’t fall apart just because a stranger said something nice…

“It wasn’t anything you need to worry about.” You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to speak. “My mom just-”

A familiar voice suddenly cut over your own, hollering your name as if it were a curse. You flinched, turning in time to see your mother emerge from the back of the store, several big bags of kaff beans in her arms.

“Still wasting time or are you going to be useful?” She clearly didn’t see their guest, too focused on her destination. “I need your help, if I’m not asking too much.”

You glanced at the Daimyo apologetically, instinctively shifting to answer your mother’s request.

“She was speaking with me.” Boba Fett’s voice was nearly a growl when he spoke, taking a booted step forward.

A step, you noted, that placed him between you and your mother.

Who finally looked up. And promptly dropped her armful of product onto the floor with a curse. You flinched. Kaff beans rolled all over the wooden planks you’d just swept. Damn, this was going to be a long night.

“D-Daimyo Fett? Oh, oh. My goodness. Whatever can I do for you?” Her demeanor Instantly changed, shifting from accusation to groveling. “Apologies for the mess, we, we…”

“Perhaps you should apologize to your daughter.” Fett’s voice was nearly a growl, his words rolling with a lovely accent you couldn’t place. “She’s upset. Yelling won’t fix that.”

Your jaw dropped. Your mother smothered a glare. Oh, this was not going to end well.

“I, well, I…” she dipped her head, red flaring in her cheeks, but you knew it was anger. When she spoke again, it was the icy professionalism you also knew well. “Apologizes, Lord Fett. Can I get you anything? It’s such a long walk from the palace.”

But Boba Fett didn’t answer. The conversation was clearly over. Instead, he turned to face you, helmet tilted slightly to the side as he walked toward the door.

“I was just leaving, but,” he paused beside you, looking down from that impassive helmet, once again ensnaring you in his unseen gaze. “If you’re ever in need of employment, little one, come to my palace.”

Little one.

Somehow those two words made heat coil in your belly faster than any flirtatious word ever could.

You nodded, swallowing hard, only able to emit a squeak as he brushed against you as he walked by, long enough for you to catch a whiff of his scent - leather, metal, and residual blaster smoke. Stars, why was it so attractive? You’d never even seen his face.

You couldn’t deny there was something about the Daimyo that was…electrifying. But you weren’t given the chance to ponder it for long.

Boba Fett walked out of the shop’s door, and your nightmare started anew.

-

“I don’t know why I let you work here.” Your mother’s back was turned, but you could feel her glare cutting into you like daggers to your chest. “You embarrassed me in front of the Daimyo. What were you thinking? Was that a way to get back at me? Why do you have to be so childish?”

“I didn’t know he was coming either, mom.”

You stood with crossed arms, hovering as close to the door as you could, heart pounding even faster. “My shift is over. I need to go home. At least he wasn’t upset.”

“Well I am, but not that it matters. You’ve always been a disappointment.” Your mother raised a critical brow, lips twisting in a frown. “If you grandmother were still alive, she’d agree with me. But oh, wait, she can’t.”

Your day could, in fact, get worse.

“You never listen. Her death wasn’t my fault.” You sighed, an age old weariness settling in your shoulders. “It doesn’t matter. Never does.”

Your vision sparked as her fist connected with your face, shoving you backward into the glass door. It rattled violently, and you winced as your hand flew to the injury, fingers wet with blood. Damn. Not again.

“Entitled brat,” your mother shook her head and had the audacity to cry. It broke your heart, seeing her like this - but it was a ploy. You knew it. And it worked every single time. “What did I ever do so wrong? How did you turn out like this? I raised you better, I did.”

“Maybe you’re asking the wrong question,” you winced, turning your back on her as you opened the door. “What did I ever do so wrong to deserve this?”

Cheek stinging, heart breaking, you twisted and bolted out of the door before she could see your welling tears.

-

The moment you stepped out into the cool night air, you knew you weren’t alone.

You could feel it, the prickle of eyes on your back, and lowered your hand to the blaster at your hip. You’d already had a terrible day, but the last thing you needed was more trouble.

“That’s not necessary.” A familiar gravelly tone broke the silence. “Saw what happened.”

You turned, peering into the dark alley beside the kaff shop. At first you didn’t see anyone, but then the armored figure stepped from the shadows, beskar glinting in the moonlight. You reflexively took a step back, and he held his gloved hands up, empty.

“Meant what I said,” his voice was calm, steady, as if trying to calm her. “Not going to hurt you. You’ve been hurt enough already, from the looks of it.”

Oh.

“It’s…it’s fine,” you gingerly touched your brushing cheek with a soft wince. “I’ve dealt with worse. Please don’t hurt her. She’s…mourning. It’s a long story.”

Not that you figured he would really care. Most didn’t.

“There’s never a reason to hurt your own child.” Fett’s tone was soft, even as he took another step forward. “Will you come back here tomorrow?”

“I…don’t know.” You stiffed your hands in your pockets with a sigh. “It’s all I’ve got. I can’t just abandon her.”

He nodded, helmet tilting down toward her as if in thought. You found yourself staring up at him, transfixed by the deep red and green hues of his armor, even as he removed the helmet.

Dark amber eyes met yours, expression much softer than you had expected from a man of his profession. He was scarred, whirls of scar tissue branding his tan skin - but maker, he was gorgeous. Your jaw almost dropped, caught in his gaze, heart pounding like a drum as he closed the distance between you, a gloved hand softly cupping your chin.

“Don’t live your life for someone else’s grief, even if it’s shared.” His fingers gently stroked your jaw, and you found yourself leaning into his touch. Damn, he was dangerous - just not in the way you’d initially expected. “Why don’t you come back to the palace with me? Would be a change of scenery - I’ll pay you well.”

“To do what?” You’re frowned, too frustrated to be worried that you were being too bold. “Unless you don’t already have someone who can make coffee in that fancy palace of yours, I’m afraid I’ll be of no use to you.”

He lifted a dark brow, and you swallowed hard, suddenly remembering his hand was still on your chin, dangerously close to your throat. But when he spoke, there was no darkness - only a playful mirth.

“Perhaps you could finish that lovely painting you started, hmm?” Boba Fett, of all people, had the audacity to wink at you.

Your jaw dropped, stunned, even as he removed his fingers from your chin.

Wait a second.

He’d…actually seen it? And knew it was you? Kriff, had he been watching? Heat flooded your cheeks.

“Oh…oh, umm,” you ran a nervous hand through your hair, “you saw that? I didn’t mean to…”

He tutted, a soft click of his tongue, and dared to brush a loose piece of hair behind your ear with practiced ease.

“None of that, princess,” his tone was lower, rumbling through you. “I am honored you’d want to do something so kind with your talent. My palace could use more color. Something to lessen the drab and make it something new. What do you think?”

Stars, was this happening?

Not only was he interested in your work, but the Daimyo was very clearly interested in you.

You knew your mother who disagree. She’d be angry, too. But you’d spent too many years of your life trying to please her, knowing that would never happen. And now, Boba Fett of all people, wanted to set you free.

And so you nodded, unable to stop a smile from spreading on lips that were so often twisted in a frown, as the words you’d never imagined you’d be able to say tumbled from you mouth.

“Okay, I’ll come with you,” you nodded, meeting his gaze. “That would be…amazing.”

Boba Fett smiled, took your hand in his, and led you to the palace. To your future. Into a life you’d never thought were possible - one where for the first time ever, you were truly free.

Where you were loved.

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

I think I have an idea for a short story or maybe a novelette or novella. (probably not a novelette, bc those aren't really a thing these days). It's based on these intense dreams I had as a kid.

It's a little long, so I'm going put it under a thingy.

So, like as a teenager I used to have these weird dreams. They started when I was 15. They were prevalent all through out high school, though they became less and less common the older I got. I think the last dream I had was around 20/21ish.

In these dreams I was always in this black void. Or standing on the shore of some beach at night, when it was pitch black and the only light came from the moon and stars--in those dreams I was always reaching for something, but I don't know what. Anyway that was the setting for the dream.

The dream itself consisted of this man. He was beautiful, in an ethereal sort of way. Black hair, black eyes (just the pupil and the iris, he still had the whites of his eyes), pale white skin. Like really pale. And covered in this long black cloak that hid his body. I can't remember much of his face, but I think he had sharp features. And angular? I think there were prominent cheekbones, but I'm not sure.

And he would talk to me. At first it was a bit scary, what with the black void and all. At first from a distance. Telling me things like he'd been watching over me. So naturally, I was like, what? who are you, and that's creepy. He never did give me a name to call him that I can remember.

I would dream of him often, and he would tell me things like how one day, he'd come and take me away. Usually in these dreams, we'd be a distance apart. The distance got smaller with time; all the while he's telling me that he's coming to take me away. He doesn't tell me where or why, though sometimes he would say, to a better place. He'd say that he's watching over me, and will keep me safe.

Eventually we get to standing an arms length apart. (Which is my preferred distance for most people, tbh. I hate being touched, and I don't like people in my personal bubble.) He'd tell me that he'd come for me when I was ready. At one point, he said that I had to choose to come with him.

Dream me was very conflicted. Because I was scared of this dude, but also drawn to him. (It wasn't anything romantic or sexual. I just had this sense of yearning, like if I went with him then I could finally be free.)

Then the dreams changed. He started telling me to come to him. He would get closer now, close but never touching. He'd stand behind me and whisper in my ear for me to come to him. And I was always half afraid, half tempted. Because he'd promise a world where he could protect me from pain, where I could finally belong.

The ocean dreams started next. I could hear his voice, calling me for me to come to him. Except it wasn't from any one area, it was from everywhere and directly inside my brain. And he wasn't there anymore. But there was something--I could never remember what it was after waking up--far out into the ocean, something I knew i had to reach. That if I reached it, everything would be alright. That everything would be better. But I never could reach it in my dreams, it was too far away for to swim and reach. Sometimes when I tried, the ocean would become tempestuous, and I'd get caught up, struggling to keep forward, but never making it.

(And like, I'm pretty sure that was just some coping method my teenage mind cooked up to deal with the undiagnosed depression and anxiety. And the suicidal ideation. Like, I can remember this moment from when I was 16. I was sitting on my floor, on this awful dusty rose colored carpet that I hated, and had always hated, even though I picked it out, bc I went through a pink phase a few years earlier. I didn't really like pink all that much. I actually hated it, at the time, because to me it represented all the ways of being a girl that I couldn't be. It was feminine and girly, and all the things I wasn't. But I had to look normal, right? I had to be like other girls, so know one would know something was wrong with me, that I wasn't normal. And I was just there, tying my shoes, when the thought hit me. I was going to kill myself someday. I didn't know when, but I had this stark clarity that it was the way I was going to die. Bc one day I would get tired, too tired to keep doing this. And that it would be ok, bc I could go out on my own terms, that I would be the one in control of my death. I can't explain how that moment felt. It was like an epiphany for me. So yeah, I was probably real fucked up in the head.)

But I think it could make for a good story. We have a girl who struggles to feel like she belongs anywhere, who feels like there's a wall of glass between her and the world, like she's something other and has to pretend to be a person. Then there's this man (probably some type of supernatural/mythical/fantasy/etc. creature) who tells her he can take her somewhere better. Maybe make it a romance, because people dig romance. He visits her in her dreams, and she slowly falls in love with him. He could be a hero, or he could be a villain she has to defeat. The dreams stop. For years and years. Then something happens that triggers them to come back.

And then I would actually have to think of a plot and shit. It could be an allegory for death. Or obsession. Maybe the dream man is real, or maybe our heroine is crazy. I could leave it up to interpretation. Or I could straight up make him a creature. Idk yet.

[makarovni]

WIP Wednesday!!!

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman to share some shit I've been working on. Right now I'm really trying to finish this one, the first Nonia and Kent thing I'm writing!! I'm also having a lot of fun with it, and writing the Veep characters is really fun. I debated sharing part of Got You Where I Want You chapter 2, but decided I liked this better bc you guys are getting this finished product sooner than GYWIWY since it's not even halfway done.

"So…" Nonia said on an exhale, still shivering just a bit from the winter air, "everyone's off doing their own thing. What should we do?"

Kent looked around, squinting at his surroundings as he so often did. "I was assuming we'd just go up to the room and continue working."

Nonia looked a bit annoyed by this. "Oh, c'mon, there's more to do in this hotel than just work in the room. Look, there's an area to watch TV, a seating area by the fire, a bar, a restaurant…there's gotta be something else we can do besides work."

He sighed and nodded, leaving his head bent down for a moment. "I'll admit, I am kind of hungry. We could go eat. But after that, it's right to work."

"Hey, if it gets you to have at least a little bit of fun, we'll go eat," Nonia replied, getting a head start in front of Kent walking to the restaurant. 

Kent caught up in only a second, due to the height difference between the two, and the fact that Nonia took two steps for every one step he took. Upon arriving at the entrance to the hotel's restaurant, they noticed a line and a busy hostess trying to tend to it. 

"Looks like they're busy," Kent observed. "You know I don't like waiting. We should head up and–"

A gloved fingertip pressed into Kent's lips as he spoke, and Nonia looked up at him with a look that he knew would lead to her trying to boss him around.

"Do not say work, Mr Davison, or I will throw my laptop in the fireplace," Nonia said playfully, taking her finger away from his face right after. "We can wait. It's only a small line."

Kent groaned in annoyance and threw his head back, knowing that Nonia wasn't going to budge on this one. 

"Fine. Let's go wait in the seating area, I don't like standing in lines that aren't necessary for my job."

Nonia patted him on the back as they walked over to the seating area. "I know you don't, Kenny. I know."

Kent glared at her for a moment, since she'd used that annoying nickname, but the pair went to sit down on one of the loveseats in front of the fireplace. As they did, Nonia noticed something that made her eyes light up. 

"Hey, look," she said excitedly, pulling Kent over with her to look at that very thing– a baby grand piano. A sleek ebony body with keys so clean it seemed no one had ever played. "You should play a song."

Kent scoffed at her as if she'd suggested something ridiculous. "I don't play piano, Nonia. How can I play a song if I don't know how?"

Nonia sat on the bench and looked up at him through flirtatious, long lashes. "I know for a fact that you play piano, Mr Davison. From one musician to another, I see the way your fingers work on a computer keyboard. They work the same on an instrument. I can tell. Plus, you told me one time that you play."

He began getting flustered, and squinted at her. "I never told you that. I would remember if I told you that."

Nonia shrugged and grabbed the lapels of his coat. "Then I guess your memory isn't as good as you think, Mr Robot. You did tell me. So show me."

As she said this, Nonia pulled him to her level so he would sit. Kent sat down beside Nonia on the bench and sighed as he took off his coat and gloves, leaving his top half in a dark brown blazer above a cream button down with a gold and red striped tie. Nonia liked these colors on him.

"I cannot believe I'm doing this…" He muttered, stretching his hands and then ghosting his fingers over the keys to practice a scale. 

Nonia looked over at him in pure admiration, beaming at him and knowing he was going to impress her. But Kent shocked her out of this trance when he said, 

"If I'm going to play, then I want you to sing. Do not try to tell me you can't, because I know you can." He said the last part almost in a mocking tone.

Scoffing, Nonia shrugged out of her own coat and pulled off her gloves, placing them over Kent's on the bench. Beneath, she was wearing a ribbed turtleneck dress in a beige color, with dark but sheer pantyhose and a pair of plain dark brown heeled boots, knee high. Understated, but sexy in a way.

"Fine by me," Nonia replied, leaning on the side of the piano. "Go ahead, play me a song, piano man."

[yourlocalsonia2]

A little rant mainly about gen z

The rant is under the cut bc it's long. Btw there are some parts where I talk about my gen alpha siblings

I was born in gen z and one of the last years of it (luckily I am not gen alpha). When I was a child I didn't get a ipad with useless video content on it shoved in my face. I used to watch shows on the TV like Dora the Explorer, Team Umi Zoomi, Bubble Guppies, Little Einsteins, Veggietales, and some others I forgot. I didn't watch TikToks or even have YouTube until I was around 8 years old. I remember when I was in kindergarten my grandma would read me books, my dad would tell made up stories about princesses and adventures, my mom would take me places and we would have fun when i was with her. I've been seeing stuff where parents wouldn't help their kid's school work, not motoring what they are consuming on the internet and most kids now can barely READ. Maybe for some families it's hard to pay attention to their kids because of how much work they have or it's just a one parent household (like mine). But even though in my household, my dad works until 6pm and he is the main parental figure in my life. He still had time to help me with homework, read stories and watch movies with me. I'll hear stories about how kids can barely read these days, when I was first grade I remember getting an award for being the best reader (idk why I got it). I've been in an advanced ELA/English class since 5th grade and currently reading books in a college level with my classmates. When I was younger I wanted to be a soccer player, actor, detective and an artist. I've been hearing that kids want to be influencers and not wanting to go to college. Sure, I've had a time when I wanted to become a influencer but currently I actually want to go to college and I want to become a forensic scientist. Also I've heard people talking about kids being little bitches and parents not caring or going on the child's side. When I was younger I wasn't spanked or had any physical punishment but I had time out or getting something taken away and I still listened to my parents and still had moments where I was afraid of my parents. The difference I see for this is between myself and my younger siblings, my siblings are 8 and 11 years younger than me. They both were born after my mother got remarried, her way of discipline is spanking, yelling and taking things away from my siblings. The same is with my stepdad, even though they both have that way of discipline they still have their moments of gentleness as parents. My brother was born a few years before covid and today he does have a ipad but be barley used it. And if he wants it, he needs to help with chores or something like that. He has ADHD, sensory disorders and has a hard time with talking. He is such a smart kid, I taught him all of his colors in 2 days. He can read so well for his age even though he has those mental disorders. My younger sister is a bit more a part of the gen alpha sterotype. My mom has told me stories about how my sister will punch kids and teachers in her class (she is 2 though so she still has time for her mind to develop). But the difference with most parents is that my mom and I will make her stop hitting people and telling her "No. You don't hit people".

My hands hurt and I'll probably make a part 2

[the-acid-pear]

I dreamt with this Danganronpa game except it wasn't really Danganronpa, in any way. Sure there was ONE Danganronpa character that being Bandai (from Mirai Hen) but then it was filled w misc characters from non existent dr games. One was very cool to there were this group of young girls but I selected specifically one that was this purple and black glowing rock alien who was I insist a little girl like middle school or some shit but was kinda ripped by virtue of being made of rock I guess and her flavor text said something about her not giving a fuck.

I guess it's worth mentioning that the point of this game was to accuse someone but at fucking random I guess, or with what you already knew of the characters. I remember clicking on Bandai for this reason, who btw was notably ooc bc how on edge he was, and the flavour text shamed me like "are you going to accuse him when he didn't even get to read his letter?". But nothing else that is notable happened here.

This did transition to this blonde anime boy who had showed up earlier who has this weird blocky stylized hair and his lower jaw was like caved in but not consistently, kept glitching in and out, like a doll being inflated and deflated. He was talking to this girl who I also think was blonde, but blonder, longer hair too, and he explained that apparently the baras (his word) had beaten him up and that was why he had his face like that but it was ok and kinda was like so um wanna go out with me? And she agreed.

And here's a funny part because they went into this big futbol field and it seems like in my dream universe there was this argentine meme that came from an Instagram post of two futbol players back to back all romantic and one had a t-shirt with a 4 (no clue if this is a number used in futbol I don't like the sport) and like it was captioned like 4(for) MI PUTO ❤️ and so now these guys from the team were giving out umbrellas 4 tu puto and I guess diversity won bc they gave it to this seemingly straight couple. Being someone's puto goes beyond gender I guess.

After that the dream got a bit dark tho, and it's shorter because I forgot details, but I was watching this documentary about this horror movie's creator who apparently had developed schizophrenia and while at first it was manageable it was slowly consuming him. The narrator explained he was specifically terrified of these "evil orbs" that lives inside his closet. One remarkable shot was our guy sculpting or looking down at this sculpture (like one of those paintings with 3D elements) of an unicorn in a setting akin to the one from the birth of Venus, with such colors and vibe. But the before beautiful and peaceful sculpture was now infected by these evil balls, spreading all over the lower right corner of the frame, crawling up the horse's leg.

After this I walked away from the documentary but I was like "haha just like me except balls instead of liquid" and as I stepped closer to my desktop I saw it covered in this bleeding, dripping, darkness. My chair was barely visible on it. I thought for a second of my oc Shira, but I'm unsure what that meant. Maybe she too is terrified of these liquids? Might be canon. I have no idea if it was tangible or dream me was genuinely aware of it being just a hallucination, but I was still scared enough to not go closer, instead diverting my attention to my cat Vito, who was now nothing like him. Short dirty hair, even fatter, big circular face, and had an eye patch. I don't know how I reached this assumption but I was sure he too was schizophrenic and I got very stressed because I guess I didn't want my cat to be as miserable as he was at the moment (his movement was also Weird his neck twisted almost like a human one).

I stopped freaking out when I looked out the window, previously covered by the dark liquid and saw daylight and I was like Right it's 7 pm it's too early to freak out! And the clock did say 19:01 and then I just woke up.

[chocoenvy]

A Tale of Starborne Twins II: Chapter Two:

|Chapter One|

(the title may be subject to change, I'm going to try and format this like the little stories in Genshin <3 this takes place in Teyvat but all of the characters we know are long dead. So instead, I'm using my ocs bc why not aha I hope you love them as much as I do <3)

The moment you entered the city gates you were star struck by how modern it felt. Almost, very nearly, it reminded you of home. But in a more magical sense, as if this was everything you had wanted from home.

The reunion with Khaenri'ah made you smile, and the action was strained but welcome on your cold face. The walking was loosening your limbs as well from centuries, presumably, of being dead.

Your eyes scanned the city with a glowing smile, the sun beating down and warming your skin. You got odd stares - the clothes on you were outdated and out of place, and you were nearly limping - but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

The buildings touched the sky, floating platforms were utilized everywhere and to the best capacity, and you could see train tracks nearby. It was strangely euphoric to see not a single statue portraying anyone as a god. Your heart warmed, this was the closest to home you'd ever get in Teyvat.

Then you heard it again. Morax's prayers but in a different voice. Confused, hesitant, uncomfortable, though slowly it gained recognition and awe. That's right, you were alive. Which meant... you now had acolytes.

Not again not again-!

"Excuse me," There was a tap on your arm, "Are you okay?" They frowned, "You look like you've seen a ghost." You turned around to see a young looking girl, her hair long and black. Her eyes were round and soft, a chocolate brown color filled with kindness and concern.

You wondered, for a moment, who the new archons were. Then you wondered how you understood her. She spoke a different language from the one spoken in-game, you could tell and yet still you understood it perfectly clear. As though you were raised speaking this.

"Ah," You shook yourself out of your thoughts, your voice came out strained and groggy. You attempted to clear it to no use. You sent an apologetic look to the girl but she merely smiled.

"It's fine if you can't talk, I just wanted to know if you were alright." She said. She demonstrated a thumbs up and thumbs down, urging you to give her one.

You gave a thumbs up with a grateful smile.

"I'm Lia," She grinned and held her fist out, "it's nice to meet you."

You fumbled for words, none able to come out, and instead just nodded. Hesitantly, you bumped your fist to her's. She chuckled, "You're from far away aren't you? Can I ask where exactly?"

Your mind ran a blank, you fumbled for any words you could scrounge up but none came to mind as she stared up at you expectantly.

"Ah, right, you can't talk," She muttered with a frown, "Hm, I assume you don't know anything about this place considering the look on your face... I could show you around if you'd like?"

You nodded eagerly, a light sparking in your eyes. It threw Lia off a bit how excited you were, and how your eyes sparked with reignited stars. She didn't want to say anything to you... but before... your eyes looked dead. She thought you were a walking corpse, an odd distortion of the leylines perhaps. Even while speaking to you, she was sure you were a monster invading her home. But now... you looked so... she wasn't sure what the right word was, but in the midday sun of her home you looked alive. You looked more than alive... you looked like you belonged. Even with your odd clothes and behaviors.

She shook of her fear and giggled instead, "Then let me show you! We can start with my favorite food place, then my favorite store, ah! Wait!" She grinned at you, her hand clutching yours tightly and an excited spark flickering in her eyes, "We can go visit the courtyard, it's my favorite place in Teyvat."

You had no time nor voice to ask questions as she dragged you away.

*~*A Tale of Starborne Twins II: Chapter Three:

The other places were merely pitstops on the way to the courtyard. While they were enjoyable to look at, and grab a few trinkets or bites to eat, they were nothing compared to the courtyard.

It was nothing you'd expected, and outside the gates of Khaenri'ah (or whatever they called it nowadays). It was quite a walk away, and you hesitated for a moment on where Lia was taking you, but all thoughts dissipated as you saw it tower in the sky. Mountains amongst the plain land.

"There it is!" They grinned, breaking into a sprint, dragging you along with them.

A small yelp ripped from your throat as you almost fell from the sudden shift into running. But gradually, you got used to it. Running became second nature again, and it felt... freeing.

The two of you arrived at the base of the mountains, and Lia wasted no time in revealing to you the entrance. It was small, and covered by vegetation, but she found it with no issues. She crawled in and urged you to follow with an inviting and bright smile.

Hesitation grappled you for a brief moment, but you'd no fear for death. You were familiarized with her cold embrace, you were in it for an unknown amount of time. Besides, after all that time of being captive to Death's gaze, you didn't care for safety measures.

So you grabbed her hand tightly with a grin. She pulled you along, into the valley between the mountains.

In the center, was a statue. The face was broken off, hands clutched to its chest, and golden cracks running along the veins. It stood before a lake surrounded by willows and flowers.

Your breath stopped short. That statue... was of you. You knew it, it was far too familiar and far too old to be of anyone else.

"That's... odd." Lia frowned, approaching the statue, "The cracks are golden now... they weren't like that before." They muttered, carefully touching the arm of the statue, as though it'd hurt her.

Perhaps you were imagining things, but you could've sworn you felt her fleeting touch against your skin.

You approached the statue and stared up at the destroyed face. You wondered... who's hands broke it? Was it Venti? Zhongli? Ei? Or perhaps it was another god. What did it matter though? You couldn't dwell on the dead.

"Either way," Lia shrugged it off, sitting at the base of the statue, "I wanted to introduce you to someone, I thought they'd be here-"

"Lia?" A soft voice came from one of the willow trees. Between the branches, a head poked out, "Who's this?"

The first thing your eyes caught onto was their Dendro vision, nestled between flowers adorning their head. At first, you wondered how they were treated as a vision wielder in Khaenri'ah, the land without a god. But then you noticed from the shape of their vision that they were from... Inazuma.

Lia grinned and waved to the mysterious girl, "Eden! This is a new friend of mine, they're not from Khaenri'ah so I decided to show them around."

"Why did you bring them here though?" They asked, exposing more of themself from the cover of the willow tree. Their bright green eyes stuck out to you the most, then their long green accented blonde hair, and their dark skin, "We were supposed to keep this place safe from outsiders." Her eyes narrowed warily at you.

Lia pouted innocently, "I know but aren't they nice? It'd be fun to have them around." Their eyes widened as though they'd just remembered something, "Right! Eden, you know sign language right?"

They blinked, bewildered, but nodded nonetheless.

"Great!" Lia said, turning to you, "Can you sign your name to them?"

You hesitated, your dominant hand hovering for a moment before instinctively signing out a name not your own.

"Venti," Eden muttered, "That's an odd name, it's nice though."

Lia nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! It's a nice name!"

You thought it fitting, in a sense. Just as Venti had stolen his friend's identity, you were now stealing his.

You spared a glance to the base of the statue, praying that whatever archon had defiled this statue of you had done their job. Luckily, they had. Your name was scratched out from the base of the statue.

"So, where are you from?" Lia asked.

You paused and frowned. You opened your mouth and experimented, "Too... Far..." You croaked, coughing afterwards.

"Too far?" Eden echoed, his face scrunched up in confusion, "How far exactly?"

"Like, from another world?" Lia leaned forward, a grin tugging the corners of her lips up.

You hesitantly nodded.

"That's so cool!" Lia squealed, "I've only met them and the others from other nations, I've never met someone from another world though!"

Eden sighed, "You're dropping a lot on them, they don't know how Teyvat works so we should explain. Here," They pointed to the willow tree, "This courtyard is special because of these trees. You can use these trees to teleport to each nation or to teleport here. It's a bit odd to explain but the positioning of Khaenri'ah, but it's essentially in the center of the nations. That's the easiest way to explain it." He shrugged.

"Oh," Lia said, "And the others I'm talking about are my friends. They come from all different backgrounds and nations."

They continued to explain the nations to you, though you already knew about them well. The different elements, what visions did, all of it was explained to you in great detail and with such childish wonder and care. Even though you already knew a lot of the information, you were content to just listen.

Whether it was lucky or unlucky, Lia turned out to be a noble of the land. Hence why she had access to the courtyard. They also revealed that there were five noble families, and then a king on the throne.

It was... quite a lot to take in, but you managed.

"Thank you," You whispered, smiling gratefully.

"Of course!" Lia grinned, "I've never met someone from another world before! Have you, Eden?"

They shook his head, "I haven't." Their green eyes bore into yours, but they were softer. More curious than scathing.

All of a sudden, you heard an odd noise from beside the tree Eden had come out of. From it, a tall man with short light blue hair with a rat tail in the back emerged. From his hip hung a geo vision in the shape of a Liyue vision.

Panic struck your heart all at once as he urgently said,

"Eden." He briefly nodded to her, "Lia, I need to see Lun."

"What? Why?" Lia asked, worry settling into her voice.

His sharp blue eyes narrowed, "Old records of an ancient and very powerful god. It's important, please let me speak to Lun about this."

Fuck.