#wahoo !! this is finally ready to post!

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Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Glenn Close/Morgan Freeman (Dungeons and Daddies), Glenn Close & Morgan Freeman (Dungeons and Daddies), Glenn Close & Nick Close | Nicholas Foster Characters: Glenn Close (Dungeons and Daddies), Morgan Freeman (Dungeons and Daddies), Nick Close | Nicholas Foster Additional Tags: First off not tagging major character death but morgan is Dead so, Past Character Death, Smoking, Weed, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Grief/Mourning, Child Neglect, (in a way), Depression, Widowed, Angst, Hurt Slight Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, (pre-season 2/doodler), Swearing, Crying, Song Lyrics, no beta we die like morgan, glenn is Not a good dad, we're working on it, 5+1 Things, reading the first part of the series isn't necessary but gives more context, AU where the jodie thing doesnt happen btw. glenns still nicks dad n stuff, basically the glenn arc happens differently (dont ask me how yet) Series: Part 2 of Asters & Asphodels Summary:

Glenn focuses on her name engraved on the headstone, 'Morgan Freeman' and gives a forlorn look for a moment, remembering that they never got and never will get, that storybook happy ending they might have wanted. No damn white picket fence and nice sunset ending for Glenn Close.

It makes him... bittersweet in a way.

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Or 5 times Glenn visits Morgan alone and 1 time he doesn't (5+1)

yk that “glenn close visits morgan freemans grave” fic i vague posted about? yeah this is that <33

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt XI good omens season 1 finale I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE, I WAS READING FANFIC.

How is this a title I'm now forced to write. Yes, I know it's been a week since I finished episode 6 with you maggots. And today is the day we start season 2. However, I, the Official Good Omens Mascot, procrastinated writing part XI, because I was reading too much good omens fanfiction. Yesterday I do believe I was reading till 3 in the morning. Thanks guys.

Season 1 finale, or whatever I can figure out with my records of the watch along chat, at least. WAHOO.

[EDIT: I'm back at the intro after finishing this post, and I realised this is a very long summary, because most of it is me yelling at you guys. As I typed it I started reliving my rage of last week. Read on if you dare, yes the post is long, and yes the second half is in all caps. THIS TOOK EMOTION. YOU GUYS BETTER REBLOG IT INSTEAD OF LIKING IT SILENTLY WHILE LAUGHING AT MY PAIN. I WANT MY RAGE EVERYWHERE ON TUMBLR.]

Someone puts a message about how Crowley can no longer sense Aziraphale's presence, and again for some reason covers it with black. My reaction is of course horrified, and then everyone tells me to STOP CLICKING THE SPOILERS, ASMI.

So that's what that was. I realise this out loud, and everyone is ready to cry with exasperation. I explain to them very reasonably that while I don't read every message on the watch-along chat, every time there is a black message I assume it's important and I click on all of them to reveal the text.

Realising the spoiler function has backfired, as most things do with me, the chat sighs and everyone goes for a break. Then someone puts another blacked out message about the bookshop, and I react to that, leading to another blacked out message which simply says STOP CLICKING THE BLACK.

Oops, I already forgot. THE SPOILERS ARE JUST TOO CLICKY. CLICK CLICK CLICK. I HAVE TO CLICK ALL OF THEM.

Someone says I forgive you, Asmi. I reply with Don't bother, which leads to tears and threats to stab me. The chat maggots give up and we start episode 6.

There is a random flashforward. I don't understand what is happening, but then again, I never do.

Back at the airfield. Crowley walks in, recognises their hubby instantly, and takes charge sexily. Then the Bentley bursts into flames.

Crowley is heartbroken. No one comforts them. When I point this out (read, YELL IT AT THE CHAT IN DEVASTATION) someone tells me that this is how it always is.

APPARENTLY DAVID WAS TOLD TO THINK ABOUT THE TARDIS EXPLODING IN THAT MOMENT. I HATE THAT I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.

Crowley needs all the therapy. Someone says kinder fanfic authors give it to him. LIES, I point out, FIRST THEY GIVE HIM EVEN MORE REASON FOR THERAPY. THEN GIVE HIM THERAPY.

Everyone is yelling about a fanfic called demonology while Adam the Antichrist feels so weird at Aziraphale being inside someone that's not Crowley that he separates them in the First Bigeneration style. Doctor Who is inspired.

Aziraphale like the babygirl he is, tries to girlboss his way through the situation by making Crowley murder the kid.

Pepper FUCKING STABS WAR IN THE NAME OF FEMINISM WITH THE SWORD OF EDEN AND THEN OTHER TWO KIDS END THE OTHER HORSEPERSONS IN THE NAME OF HOMECOOKED MEALS AND ECOFRIENDLINESS AND WHAT THE FUCK THESE KIDS ARE TWELVE WHAT PERCY JACKSON LEVEL OF BADASSERY-

Crowley and Aziraphale give a half-assed attempt at a father-son (gn) talk with the Antichrist as the world is ending. It is a terrible contribution to saving the world. The Antichrist thankfully has inherent common sense, because he wasn't raised by them.

Aziraphale tries to overshare his and Crowley's meetcute and has to be shushed by an embarrassed Crowley who is trying to keep them alive.

Satan is supposed to arrive. I mistakenly assume Gabriel is actually Satan. Which pleases a lot of people.

Gabriel and Beezlebub talk and blame Crowley and Aziraphale (who contributed exactly JACK SHIT to averting the apocalypse).

I kind of ship Gabriel and Beezlebub after seeing them interact for 30 seconds, which for some fucking reason leads to a lot of reactions and yelling. I want them to be together. Which leads to more yelling. PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY CANON?

Satan arrives. Antichrist disowns him. Through the power of Manifestation, Law of Attraction and Positive Thinking, Adam is now no longer the Antichrist, Satan leaves, none of this happened and the BENTLEY AND BOOKSHOP ARE SAVED.

NO ONE IS FUCKING HUGGING CROWLEY. I'M GOING TO STAB A BITCH.

There is the bus stop scene Crowley asks Aziraphale to move in with him and they hold hands I DON'T FUCKING KNOW BY NOW THE CHAT HAS DESCENDED INTO CHAOS I'VE LOST MY BRAINCELLS.

ICE CREAM DATE AND SUDDEN INVASION AND I'M WATCHING THE ACTING AND I'M LIKE HANG ON A SECOND SOMETHING IS OFF AND I ASK SUDDENLY IF THEY SWITCHED.

THAT'S RIGHT, I ASK IF THEY SWITCHED. I KNEW THERE WAS A SWITCH AND I THOUGHT IT WAS MIDWAY THROUGH SEASON 2. BUT THE SIGNS ARE TOO MANY HERE. EVERYONE IS NOW YELLING AND PEOPLE KEEP IGNORING ME.

ALL THE ACTING IS FLIPPED I'M NOT BLIND YOU FUCKERS. AZIRAPHALE'S FACE IS DOING CROWLEY'S COULDNT-CARE-LESS EXPRESSION AND HE'S QUESTIONING HEAVEN AND CROWLEY'S TALKING HAS LESS CONSONANTS THAN USUAL AND NO CROWLEY SASS MORE AZIRAPHALE SASS IT'S THE SAME BACKGROUND AS THE NOSE-SCRUNCH SCENE AND SURELY THAT WAS AZIRAPHALE RIGHT.

EVERYONE KEEPS TELLING ME TO WAIT AND SEE. I KEEP YELLING THAT THEY MUST HAVE SWITCHED.

SOMEONE SAYS I'M EITHER A MADMAN OR A GENIUS. I TELL THEM I'M BOTH BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT DID THEY FUCKING SWITCH.

I'M NOW QUESTIONING MYSELF BECAUSE EVERYONE ISN'T LYING BUT THEY'RE MAKING ME QUESTION MY REALITY SO THE CLASSIC GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSSING.

I'M YELLING ABOUT HOW ONLY AZIRAPHALE WOULD BE POLITE ABOUT JACKETS AND SURVIVE HOLY WATER. EVERYONE IS LAUGHING AT ME. I'M NOW 60% SURE I'M WRONG.

PEOPLE KEEP YELLING WAIT AND SEE AND TALKING ABOUT SADIE AND DOTTIE I HATE IT HERE.

CROWLEY IS IN HEAVEN THAT WAS HIS DISMISSIVE LOOK I'M NOW 90% SURE I'M RIGHT. I'M YELLING ABOUT IT.

ADAM LEAVES THE GARDEN IN A METAPHOR AND THEN AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY SWITCHED BACK. THEY SWITCHED BACK. I WAS FUCKING RIGHT. I AM LIVID. I AM YELLING.

IT'S VERY EMOTIONAL AND NIGHTINGALES AND THEY TOAST THE WORLD AND I'M VERY EMOTIONAL BUT I'M COPING BY THREATENING MURDER BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING RIGHT.

THE END.

SEE YOU GUYS TODAY AT SEASON 2 I GUESS GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 155 spoilers n thoughts below cut etc u know the drill

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bug when u lift a rock

i love when he has lil soft smileys like this theyre his best look heehee

THIS IS WHAT MY BRAIN WAS MELTING OVER EARLIER TODAY BTW. IM GOING INSANE

THIS HAD ME SHIVERING . TREMBLING LIKE A WET CAT. "when someone really misses another person... they might meet again here." GHH . HGGGGG AAAAAHHH

ok sorry uh. i dont have much insight this time around im just going insane over it,,, a place that represents happy memories and promises to stay together and yet suho has returned here, unable to hold onto both without the ache of loss bc his parents r gone AAAGGHHHG AA

how cruel how cruel how cruel,,, cruel reminders of what he can never return to,,, WHICH MAKES HIM SAYING "i already met my family." SOOO HEARTACHE TO ME

ok sorry im jumping ahead a bit but yeah suho feeling at home as a frontera and moving forward, beyond the memories and the past,,, im gonna THROW UP what the FUCK

ok bouncing back to some sillies this ep LOL

A MAN ON A FUCKING MISSION 😭 LLOYD U MONSTER HAHAA javier being happy that lloyds back to his motivated self tho makes me so happy WEEHEEHEE

ALSO JAVIER IMMEDIATELY BECOMING SOCMED FAMOUS IS SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA honestly the ppl who r taking pics. so real. me too. i can only imagine how insanely pretty javier would b if he was in our world,,, his protagonist-level good looks are dimensional constants .

i am a little bit confused as to why javier said this considering he was so ready to bring lloyd back at all costs when they first got here? mmm maybe his worries were quelled when they were taking the mountain trail to the tower? im not quite sure,,, maybe i missed smth

ALSO HIS FRIEND OMGGG

IM SO GLAD WE GOT TO SEE HIM AGAIN hes working construction now too!!! wahoo!!! hes still got that face tho lol

OH OH AND THE COP CHASE RIGHT

javier folding the clothes is so silly hes such a good lil guy 😭 vs lloyd just leaving them scattered LMAOOO it was nice of them to leave a note n the gold for the cop guys tho!!

i also liked that the cops kept fucking posing thru out the whole ep HAHAHA ive never seen jjba but its like jjba level posing theyre so silly

AND FINALLY YAA THEY GOT ALL THE MATERIALS SECURED

i rlly liked javiers lil "!!" at the bottom here HEHEHE

so so happy they got the stuff!!!! restoration of fate can SUCK AN EGG THEYRE GONNA BEAT IT!!!! hopefully

afaik theres no telling what the jewel of truth is gonna actually say abt fighting fate,,, or whether or not the jewel will give the answer that easily,,, hopefully it goes smoothly lloyd deserves a break atp 😭😭😭

also how r they gonna put the thing together havent they been flying over the ocean w draggy recently . werent the mermaids tryna figure out who was commanding draggy so that they could sic em for opening that portal to hell 😭 WILL THAT B A PROBLEM? (dont actually answer that)

man oh man milestone achieved but still so much to do for these guys,,,, i wanna put them in a box and contain them and let them have a break they deserve it

ok thats it for now,,, if i start brainrotting again ill prolly post abt it here or on twitter,,, see yall next week!!!!

[sailorsplatoon]

This is it, the final chapter of the fanfic! I warned you last week that I was going to get sappy, and I plan on keeping that promise. I have had so much fun writing this. I am endlessly grateful for how much support I've gotten on this fic and just posting about these characters in general. Every like, reblog, comment, all of it meant so much to me. I never thought when I started this blog that I would get this far, and I have loved every moment. Thank you all so much!!!

First (Prologue)

Previous

Read it on ao3!

(Fanfic under cut)

Two years later…

“Mom, get the camera,” Four whispered to Nancy.

“Are you going to do it?” She exclaimed back, practically buzzing with excitement.

“Yes, I’m ready”

Dan tapped Nancy in the shoulder, whispering to her, “Can you send the video to me later?”

“Absolutely.”

Four ran over to Acht, their boots making loud clunking sounds on the pavement. “Hey, Acht! Wait a moment!”

“Is something wrong, Four? The coaster is right there.” Acht pointed a red tipped finger to the entrance of the giant roller coaster that winded around all of Wahoo World. They knew Four was dying to ride it and, after wandering for what felt like hours, they’d finally found the entrance.

“Nothing’s wrong at all! Do you know why we’re here today?” Four rocked back on their heels, giving Acht a sly smile. They were up to something.

“It’s our two year anniversary and you wanted to celebrate by taking our families and the Splatoon to Wahoo World?”

“Yep!” They chirped. “Acht, these past two years have been the most amazing of my life. Every moment I’ve spent with you, from crying next to a vending machine in the Memvserse to watching a movie on your dad’s couch to riding a giant roller coaster at Wahoo World. I have loved every single one. And I want to keep having moments like that with you. So, here it goes.” Four took a deep breath and bent down on one knee, brandishing a small felt box from their pocket. Inside sat an ornate silver ring. It gleamed in the sunlight, sparkling like the night sky full of stars. “Ahato Acht Mizuta, will you marry me?”

Acht brought their hands up to their face, trying to hide the sudden steam of tears down their cheeks. They blubbered out the words, “Do you remember when we were in the Memverse and you asked me if I was happy? Well, I know my answer now. And it’s the same as my answer to the question you just asked.”

“Acht please just tell me I don’t think my hearts can take any more.” Four’s voice shook a little as they spoke, looking up at Acht from the ground, still holding the ring out to them.

“Yes!” Acht squealed. They held their hand out for Four to put the ring on, then grabbed them and pulled them into a hug, planting several kisses all over their face. “I love you so much,” Acht whispered into their ear.

“I love you too.”

[ghostofchaos-past]

okay, I'm finally posting my good omens fic masterlist. then I'm going to bed i promise

this list will probably be added onto as i discover more fics, but here is what i have so far

also keep in mind i have no clue if I'm doing this right

- Since Eden (Till Armageddon) by ikarakie

the british museum needs to take their nose out of crowley's damn business. OR, a 200 year old journal full of crowley's pining and confessions ends up on display.

literally the first good omens fanfic i ever read, and it is heartbreaking and fluffy and amazing and so well worded oh my god nothing but praise for this thing

- Against the Bitter Cold by EdosianOrchids901

A pointless temptation assignment leaves Crowley stranded in the middle of a snowstorm. By the time he stumbles back to the inn, he’s so cold and disoriented that he can’t even remember why he was outside. Aziraphale is ready to lend a helping hand.

pre any relationship, sick hurt/comfort, absolutely beautiful and adorable

- love is not a sin by planetunderseige

Heaven gives him the ultimatum. Never see Crowley again, or get cast away. The choice is easy. Aziraphale falls.

ohmygod so heartbreaking, short and sad and beautifully written.

- Falling Slowly by ShesAKillerQueen98

Three months of peace after the failed apocalypse ends in tragedy as Heaven finds a new way to punish Aziraphale, one that's much more permanent. Will he and Crowley be able to pick up the pieces?

the description undersells it. normally when i say a fic broke me, I'm exaggerating. I'M NOT FUCKING EXAGGERATING THIS TIME. this is my all time favorite fic, pure angst and sadness with a slight bit of fluff at the end, absolutely beautiful and it left me sobbing. wahoo <3

- get religion quick (cause you're looking divine) by brinnanza

So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing. It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.

oh poor oblivious aziraphale. i love this fic so much, the most plausible, in my opinion, to how their love confession probably would go.

- Don't Be Afraid Of The Dark yet again by EdosianOrchid901

Aziraphale is attacked by a group of humans who want to control his powers. He’s incapacitated by magic and unable to defend himself, totally helpless. But something dark and powerful bursts out of the shadows to rescue him.

angry crowley. scared crowley. its what i live for. cw for violence in this one obvs, but wow its sweet

- darling, let me hold you by @goomens

There’s no use thinking about it, ruminating over it. The bitter disappointment and crippling shame of it all. Crowley sniffs harshly, blinking the wet from his eyes and takes a deep, shaking inhale. He slowly steers the Bentley away from the pavement and drives. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it hardly matters now.

a band-aid in these trying times. post the end of season two.

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Making fake FOPANW episode concepts because I can part 2

MORE STUFF BECAUSE I LOVE THIS SHOW

This episode can be interpreted as pre- or post-finale, but it does take place after Patty Possum's Party Playground!

Okay, enjoy my rambling!

The Tunnel of Tickly Terror

Synopsis: When a prize challenge at Patty Possum's Party Playground goes haywire, it's up to Winn to free their friends from its grasp!

So this episode, as you probably gathered, is very Winn-focused. Back when Winn was younger, there was a tickle-related challenge that earned whoever completed it a prize: A singing Patty Possum figurine! Winn has wanted one since it was a thing- but it was later discontinued before they could complete the challenge. Their problem? Winn is HELLA TICKLISH. To the point where they'd accidentally brush their arm against one feathery things in the "Tunnel of Tickly Terror", as it was called, and immediately lose all control, bouncing around like a pinball before scrambling back to the entrance, giddy and tickledrunk from bumping against so many tickly things.

The tunnel is very heavily booby-trapped; it's meant to feel like you're trying to steal something from a secret base. You go in, avoid as many of the tickly traps as you can, grab one of the figurines and get out without tapping out, which you can do at any time by calling red. Simple in concept- but very difficult once you actually go in. It's got a lot of different traps that range from motion-sensing hands to softer circles that spin and vibrate, and even parts on the floor that activated a switch when pressed- sending the victim into fits of laughter as the floor temporarily turned to little hands that wiggled underneath whoever was in there. In short, it was hard.

Unfortunately, the challenge was discontinued years ago. So Hazel wishes for the Tunnel of Tickly Terror to exist again. Winn is obviously excited to be able to try it out again and immediately heads over there with Hazel, Jazz and a few others. Winn though needs a bit more time to analyze and find a plan so they don't end up tapping out before it even begins. But in the midst of their strategizing, the challenge starts picking up the people in the tunnel and essentially holding them hostage- not really doing much, but it didn't let them go either. Whenever they try to get out it just briefly tickles them. So what does Winn do? Immediately panic. What're they supposed to do? They're not ready yet!

So of course they just take a deep breath, set aside their strategy, and dive straight into the tunnel, trying their best to ignore the ticklish sensations surrounding them on almost every side. They do end up pinballing a few times and being sent back, but never give up. Their friends are counting on them!

Eventually they do grab one of the figurines, and although they accidentally activated one of the floor traps, they manage to get back to the entrance without tapping out! Hooray! They won! The machine powers down completely and everyone is released- and Winn is on the floor, very tickledrunk and dizzy from all the chaos. But hey! Now they have a singing Patty Possum figurine!

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YAY OKAY WE DID IT WAHOO

I absolutely love all these scrunkles. They're soo tickleable. I wanna throw them against a wall and tickle them to pieces. WINN AND DEV AND PERI ESPECIALLY!!!

Alright, I'll probably do a few more if I come up with something- but please request whatever things for this fandom I WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM PROMPTS ARE OPEN FOR A REASONNNN

[pawborough]

Hey all!

Apologies for the late update! I attended an overnight charity cause which left me without the ability to post for a prolonged period. I still did remote work and the team made quite a bit progress! But please forgive the delay!

First off on the agenda, to address the criticisms surrounding the previous update: we hear you!

From what our team gathered, the largest feedback we received was:

I want my ranges to be larger

I want my ranges to be smaller

To sum up, while we received positives on the idea of color sorting for ranges, we received pushback on the limiting of ranges to only a few hues at a time at any given time. 

Our solution is to broaden the amount of color you can mix. The results allow for a similar amount of curation and variation as the wheel, but with our added intent of more intuitive color mixing. 

Originally, we called this system paint mixing system, where we intended for hues to mix as you would expect paint to. I.e, you breed a red and green cat to get brown, or a blue and red cat to get purple. 

This was limiting, we understand. So. we've moved over to light mixing. Same concept, same hue/saturation/lightness rules, but now the rules of the color mixing follow that of the light spectrum as opposed to paint. 

Above is a handy chart for hue mixing. If you breed two cats of different hues, you can get a range of outcomes depending on the two hues. 

Red and blue move through pink and purple, so breeding a red and a blue cat equals pink, purple, red, or blue kits!

The best news? With this system, taking into account the hue/saturation/lightness factors, users can selectively breed for up to 118 colors on the current 221 list. Previously, only 110 were available with the wheel system. 

We hear the feedback that certain colors may be rarer than others due to hue number variation, and we're taking this into account as well with an effort to even the categories. 

Lastly, we're experimenting with higher percent chances to pass down a color if both parents meet certain parameters. Example: If both parents have Rose overcoat, we're experimenting with a higher percentage to pass down Rose overcoat, and what that percentage may be. 

Thank you everyone for such valuable feedback on our game! 

Getting a breeding demo out is very high priority! That's really our next step! We're focusing on illustrating base patterns for the starter breeds, and letting loose a breeding and creator demo before updating it with more breeds and patterns as we get closer to launch. Luckily, we've heavily streamlined this process and have a working creator ready for assets! 

Thank you so much!

Asset Update: Prancer Mars

Sometime back, we updated the mars Prancer to better utilize the space. We wanted to keep the integrity of the pose, but learned the way in which the old art became squashed very easily.

Here is a comparison shot!

Prancers will be the first priority for breed release post-launch. Wahoo!

New Fauna

Great news! We have completed last-pass sketches for almost all backer fauna!

We are waiting on responses from a select few, but we knocked out over a dozen Fauna with our backers, with approved last-pass sketches now being finalized!

Here are two recently completed!

Korg'warde

Sponsored and concepted by Kardi, designed and illustrated by Hydde

Twinklobite

Sponsored and concepted by Angel, designed and illustrated by Hydde

Can you guess what animals they are? 

New Assets: Backdrops

We have several environmental pieces to show.

First off is the Abyssal header for the site theme, should you join Abyssal!

Design and illustration by Runeowl

Next, to keep with the Abyssal theme, here is the "Abyssal Outskirts." This backdrop will be available for free if you join Abyssal!

Design and Illustration by Harriertail and Runeowl

Lastly, a piece called "Cobblestone Clearing," a Cogwheel-based backdrop that will be available to all users!

Design and illustration by Skazinbud and Runeowl

The work has been steady, quality, and the team is thrilled!

Functionality Update: User Profile and Dens 

We finished onboarding! Logged in users can now do the following, tested multiple times:

Select Borough

Create, name, and select attributes for Founder cats 

Create the first den and name the user's camp

And with the new stuff, we tackled more complicated logic. Users can now:

Create, title, delete, and edit dens to store cats

Toggle to view all cats within all dens 

Search for cat names

Organize cat positions and move cats from one den to another

And!

Edit the User Profile by adding widgets

Edit HTML/CSS boxes on the user profile 

Organize, add, remove, and save widgets and their contents 

Certain margin placements are a work in progress as we build out! It may look a bit rudimentary when lacking the CSS, but the meat of functionality is there!

Frontend designs for the majority of the functions for the cat profile, inventory, item cards, and breeding are completed, making up a huge swath of the game!

To Summarize: We shared an updated modification to the breeding algorithm, the Prancer mars, new Fauna, backdrops, and functionality in the works

What to expect next month: Further asset illustrations, frontend breeding functionality, potentially frontend staging for the cat profile 

And expect the creator + breeding demo to be our next big drop!

[moon-blanket]

Waking up to the Monarchial Summit video dropping was the scariest notification of my life.

IT'S TIME !!!!! IT'S TIME IT'S TIME IT'S TIME IT'S TIME !!!!!!!

FIFTY ONE MINUTES ???? Holy fuck this is going to be the longest post in the world i'm so sorry.

Shaw Pack Boys gettin' ready to head off !!!1 YIPPEE !!! I love hearing all of the Pack and their mates interacting oh my god it fills me with glee every time.

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William still isn't answering calls ?? Hey dude you NEED to get some kind of act together. Vincent needs you !! His silly little music bit was very heartwarming though :') HE GAVE LOVELY A CROWN !!!! OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO SOB AND CRY ON THE FLOOR FOR EONS. He's so nervous about if they like it or not oh my god. oh my god. HE PUTS IT ON THEIR HEAD !!!!!!! CALLS THEM BEAUTIFUL !!!!! WELCOMED TO MONARCHY !!!!! SAYS THEY WEAR IT WELL !!!!!!! HOW CAN I BE NORMAL !!!!!!

"You're my heart, and it is such a privilege that i get to stand at your side. Thank you, for being a part of my life, baby. The best part." I AM WEEPING PLEAAASE WHEN IS IT MY TURN.

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Please tell me Samuel Collins has dressed for the occasion. Please tell me it's to the Nines. Remember my big post about doing Anything in the world to see it. Yeah hi hey. Let me see it.

Sam being a Butter Pecan Ice Cream lover makes all the sense in the world and more. Of course he would dude.

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Porter flipping on Vincent and Not bringing Treasure to the Summit is a low blow. Babygirl you can't keep doing this.

Vincent asking Lovely if He can be the one to punch him this time. What a slay. Love you forever.

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VINCENT WELCOMING THE PACK IN WAHEEE !!!! I can hear the awkwardness because he didn't know beforehand. He called them enjoyable !! moreso than other people !! David saying that Vincent and Lovely both having a spot at their table i'm falling to my knees.

Uhoh, they're already getting job offers !!

Asher asking him to blink twice if he needs help, and Milo saying that he looks like he has a gun to his head. LMAO. Help this poor man.

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Vincent's reassurances that Lovely is being a good host :(((

House of Bennett !!! The king seems. So.... nice. wow.

The prince calling him "A kid in his dad's suit." UHOH. And asking for Alexis immediately. That isn't unassuming at all.

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ALEXIS ?????? ALEXIS SOLAIRE ????? THE ALEXIS SOLAIRE ??? IN THE PRIME UNIVERSE ???? HELLO I SUPPOSE !!!! NICE TO MEET YOU !!!

Alexis asking if they'll turn into a vampire or die and leave sam without them !!! Hey what the fuck !!!! That's kind of sick and twisted !!!

Darlin' being like "I can solo her" is SO REAL. I can do it too. Let me at her ! LET ME AT HER !!!!

Alexis's reasoning for turning Sam from her own mouth !! That's fun to hear. Fuck that !

PORTER HERO MOMENT ? Oh my god their back and forth. I'm LIVING FOR IT !!!! THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING !!!! Calling her a family disappointment made me choke on my water.

Him asking if they're alright, even if it was to stop a fight from breaking out. SAM IS BACK WAHOO !!!

SAM IS ABOUT TO GO OFF ON ALEXIS !!!!! GET HER BABY !!!! AND DARLIN' FOLLOWS !!!!! LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE WOOOOO !!!!!!!!

---- HOW ARE WE ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH DUDE WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN ----

David getting a message about being Careful of William. Saying that Quinn had to have come from Somewhere, somewhere with Friends. That William is a horrible judge of character. And dragging all of the fuckin' clan members LMAOOOO.

Man the House of Solaire is a mess huh !!!!

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SAM LETS FUCKING GO !!!!!! GET HER ASS !!!!! God while it's raining also. It's like a scene from a movie. God I could just IMAGINE the hard stare the two of them exchanged before Alexis finally gave in (in her own way). and the IMMEDIATE zip off from Sam after he heard what he wanted. What a work of art.

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ASH AND MILO !!! YIPPEE !!!! AND PORTER IS TALKING TO THEM ?? I am going to go fucking crazy oh my god dude I'm going to go NUTS.

(Hey off-topic, but this background music is something that shows up in someone else's videos that I watch and I got So Fucking Confused for a second LMAO. Okay we can carry on)

Immediately asking Sweetheart if they're an investigator for the Department, as well as having a Time Crunch-- is VERY SUSPICIOUS.

HEY HE KNOWS ABOUT CLOSEKNIT ??? PORTER YOU CAN'T ALSO BE IN TOWN FOR CLOSEKNIT. HEY YOU CAN'T ALSO BE INVOLVED.

ONE OF CLOSEKNIT'S CURRENT BACKERS IS HERE ?? THE HOUSE OF BENNETT ?????

Okay Porter you're maybe a fuckin' hero. Even if you have potential strings with this.

Telling Sweetheart to get in and listen and get out seems SCARY !!!! HEY THIS COULD BE A SETUP FOR SOMETHING !!!!! HEY UHOH !!!!

Milo being worried for his mate !! hey me too !!!!

Oh my god it's been almost two years since Inversion. oh NO Ash doesn't know what Milo did that night.

Even through his worries he immediately stands up for it when Ash is a little wary about it. :')))

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SWEET SAM AND DARLIN' MOMENT IN THE RAIN !!!!!!! I'M GONNA EAT THIS UP !!!!!!!!!

Sam stickin' around Alexis even after showin' her true colors, saying there is a heart in her somewhere deep (deep, deep, deep) down in there somewhere. Even if he hates her with everything he has.

He found one of her "real person" moments from her when they talked. Just like a movie dude, i'm tellin' ya.

Him reassuring Darlin' that they can absolutely handle themself, but she is a problem that He "brought" in to their relationship-- so he wanted to at least Help. And deal with his own problems.

HE CALLED HER A BITCH DUDE LET'S GOOOO !!!!! COMMON W.

Darlin' saying that their problems are shared :'))) what if i just scream into the night.

---- HOW ARE WE STILL NOT DONE ----

Uuuuuh-oh. Asher pulling David and Angel to the side. Telling the what's-up.

David and Asher exchanging some kind of look about it oh my GOD what another scene from a movie. I'm so proud of Asher for asserting his decision. He's grown so much !!!

David saying he Knows that Asher can do this. THAT'S BEST FRIENDS RIGHT THERE !!!! WOOOOO.

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OH MY GOD SWEETHEART EAVESDROPPING.

"We risk losing ground" Closeknit ? The House of Bennett ?? Why are they against demons ? Why did they put their stakes (no pun intended) into CloseKnit ?

SWEETHEART ARE YOU MAKING NOISE ??? SWEETHEART BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOOOOING !!!!!!! HEY YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL.

WHY ARE WE CUTTING IT HERE PLEASE ARE THEY OKAY.

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Oh my god Porter starting a fight with Vincent so that they can take away attention from whatever Sweetheart is doing with House Bennett.

I understand that Vincent can't know because of time constraints, but i can't imagine how he feels when it's Suddenly happening in front of EVERY important person in the Vampire circle of Dahlia. At least that makes the fight convincing. .... hahah ......

HEY KING BENNETT IS DEAD ???? HEY WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED ???? SWEETHEART ???? HEY SWEETHEART WHAT HAPPENED ?????? ARE YOU OKAY ????? PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU DID THAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW DOES ALEXIS KNOW ??? HEY HOW DOES SHE KNOW BEFORE SOMEONE FOUND OUT.

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THAT'S WHERE IT ENDS ????? HEY WHAT THE FUCK ??????? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT ????

I AM GOING TO GO BERSERK DUDE !!!!!!!!!! HOW LONG UNTIL THE NEXT VIDEO ???? HEY ARE WE OKAY ???? SWEETHEART IS CHILL RIGHT ????? WE'RE COOL ?????

how can I carry on normally after the events that have transpired. Hey i'm in shock and awe. What a great video, by the way. Giving it all of the flowers it deserves and more. But i'm So !!!! afraid for what happens next !!!!!

[indeedcaptain]

Regulatory Relations, chapter 5: The Child Inside

Wahoo, chapter 5! This is shaping up to be significantly longer than my only other multi-chapter fic so that's fun. Enjoy: the introduction of Scotty, Spock gets stage fright, and Jimbo has a nightmare.

Also posted on AO3 here!

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Kirk woke up in a good mood. They had over a week before Admiral April would meet them at Starbase 27, there was nothing in between them and their destination but vacuum, and the only pressing matter on Kirk’s to-do list was to mercilessly tease Spock and build their public ‘relationship’ by calling him sweet and silly names. 

Spock was waiting outside his quarters again when Kirk opened the door, and Kirk beamed at him. “Good morning, Mr. Spock,” he said, falling into step alongside him. “Are you ready for step two?” 

Spock’s lips narrowed. “I suppose so.” He clasped and unclasped his hands behind him as they walked. Kirk looked at him more closely: Spock was always the picture of perfect posture, but his shoulders were pulled back too tightly, and his fingertips were blanched white by the strength of his grip on his wrist.

“Spock,” Kirk said slowly, pulling him to a stop by his elbow. Spock allowed himself to be turned, glancing down the hallway. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing is wrong, captain,” Spock said, but his eyes were fixed on Kirk’s forehead instead of making eye contact. 

“Bullshit,” Kirk said. He gave Spock’s arm a little shake where he still held it by the elbow. “If you’re uncomfortable with this, you have to let me know before we go any further. We can still stop.” His stomach tightened with anxiety. What if, after all their planning, Spock decided he would rather leave than have to break his Vulcan boundaries? What if his place on the Enterprise wasn’t worth the effort?

Finally Spock met his gaze. “I believe the plan, overall, is still sound. However…” He inhaled through his nose. “I did not find yesterday to be difficult, as it was more of the same of our daily routine. I find today’s goals to be more… audacious.” 

“Audacious? What, the pet names?” 

“I have never used a pet name,” Spock said stiffly. Kirk wagged Spock’s arm again, his trepidation melting away, before turning him and steering them both down the hallway again. 

“That’s fine, Spock, it’s fine. Leave the pet names to me. Your only job today is to call me Jim in public.” 

Spock said quietly, “That seems more reasonable.” As his shoulders relaxed slightly and he released his hands from behind his back, Kirk bumped his shoulder against Spock’s. 

“You do not have to worry about me voiding our agreement, captain,” Spock said after a moment, glancing at him. “I am deeply grateful to you for finding a solution that allows me to stay on the Enterprise, and I am willing to endure some discomfort in the realization of that solution.”

Kirk smiled and let their arms brush as they walked side by side. “I’m glad to hear it, Mr. Spock. I would hate for the crew to think that I scared you off for good with all my illogical human touching.”

“After years of tolerating your illogical human touching, captain, I believe I am immune to being frightened by it.” 

“Tolerating,” Kirk scoffed. “If you didn’t like it, you would have broken my arm the first time I tried it.” 

“Breaking the bones of one’s superior officer is frowned upon in most circles.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he said as they approached the mess hall. Crewmembers loitered around the entrance, nursing mugs of whatever they’d replicated and talking in small groups. Kirk leaned into Spock’s space, his mouth close to Spock’s pointed ear, and dropped his voice so only the other man would hear him: “I’m serious, though. If you get too uncomfortable, let me know. We can make this work without having to do everything the human way.” 

Spock leaned slightly towards him, his cheek scant inches from Kirk’s mouth, and when he turned to meet Kirk’s eyes he was intimately close. At this distance, Kirk noticed for the first time that Spock’s irises were not the same shade the whole way through: they were variegated darker and lighter brown, like sunlight against tree bark. He blinked as Spock murmured back, voice low and soft, “Thank you, Jim. Your consideration is… greatly appreciated.” Spock straightened, removing himself from Kirk’s personal space, and Kirk blinked again. The noise of the mess hall flooded back into his awareness, and he resisted the urge to shake himself like a wet dog to clear his mind of the color of Spock’s eyes, and his deep voice in Kirk’s ear. Then Bone was calling to him from a table, waving him and Spock down to join him and Uhura, and he replicated breakfast and joined them. 

Spock sat down with his own breakfast and placed a cup of hot coffee next to Kirk’s plate. Kirk said, teasing, “Thank you, dear.” Spock dropped into his chair, the perfect image of shell-shocked, as Uhura snorted into a napkin and Bones groaned and dropped his forehead into one hand. 

“I do not believe we have to convince the present company of anything,” Spock said, and frowned slightly at Kirk. 

“Just getting you used to it before we have to do it in front of others, honey.” 

“I have changed my mind. Please contact the admirals,” Spock said, deadpan, but the warmth in his eyes when he turned to Kirk took any sting from his words.

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The perfect opportunity arose for Kirk to further their plan as he descended through the ship to meet with Scotty. He was early, going straight from a coffee break to Engineering instead of back to the bridge first, and he would be passing through the laboratory decks anyway. This time of day, Spock would be there, either among his scientists or in his office, and nearly the entire science department would be present. He thought that they might require more convincing than most: as they knew Spock best, they would likely be more hesitant to believe that he had been in a secret relationship. 

He peered into each laboratory, waving to scientists who weren’t so absorbed in their work that they didn’t see him, and after three labs with no Spock, he found Dr. Khan. She was sitting at the same computer as the previous day, face nearly pressed to the screen, scanning down some sort of report. He cleared his throat at a polite distance, but she still jumped at the noise. 

“Oh! Captain,” she said, picking up her glasses from where they had rested on her desk and returning them to her face. “What can I help you with?” 

“Hello, Dr. Khan,” he said. “Do you happen to know where Mr. Spock is?” 

“Ah, yes,” she said, and came to meet him by the door. “He’s in one of the botany labs today --- Lieutenant Sulu asked him to review the nitrogen levels in the soil or something.” The tone of her ‘or something’ implied that she considered anything that dealt in milliliters to be a far less worthy endeavor than something on the scale of astronomical units. Kirk suppressed a smile. Spock had complained --- not that Spock would ever call it complaining, no sir, simply sharing information  --- that the astronomers and physicists did not always understand the biologists. Spock, who knew too much about everything, did not believe the binary of organic versus inorganic science to be a valid dichotomy, but he also didn’t understand the human value of a healthy workplace rivalry. So Kirk just hummed empathetically in response to Dr. Khan’s dismissal and followed her deeper into the den of labs. 

She pulled up in front of a door labeled “HIGH TEMPERATURE, HIGH HUMIDITY. DO NOT CHANGE ENVIRO SETTINGS.” Someone had left a sticky note beneath the printed sign in jagged, angry handwriting that said “This means you, Ellen!!!!!” 

“He’s in here, captain. Is there anything else?” 

“No, Dr. Khan, that’s all. Thank you very much. I’m sure you’re busy.” 

She shrugged. “No busier than anyone else.” Then she departed, her out-of-regulation white coat flapping around her as she strode quickly back down the hallway. 

As Kirk peered through the clear plate in the door, he discovered that the scene was perfectly set for his entrance. He could easily see Spock in front of him on the other side of the lab, broad shoulders hunched over as he prodded some plant with a tool clasped delicately in his long fingers. The lights reflected off the back of his dark hair like a halo. Tucked away in a corner Kirk could see two other scientists working on something else—but they were at such an angle from the door that he could be forgiven for mistakenly thinking that Spock was alone in the lab. 

He hit the turbo door release button and was smacked in the face by a wave of heat that reminded him pleasantly of a Georgia summer. Grinning, he pressed on, quickly putting the other science officers behind him without looking their way. 

He took a deep breath. “Hey, honey! I was looking for you.” Did anyone notice how unpracticed the word felt in his mouth? Did anyone notice how his voice caught just slightly in his throat?

Spock, who had straightened and turned at the sound of the door opening, gently set his implement down and cocked his head. “Hello, Jim,” he said, and his voice was half-fond and half-admonishing. He nodded at his two staff members in the corner, who watched them both with wide eyes: Kirk gave them a sheepish grin and a wave as he crossed the lab to stand next to Spock, inspecting the plant he had been bothering. 

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to disrupt,” he said, loud enough to carry, and then dropped his voice back to normal volume. “How are Sulu’s plants?” 

“Surviving despite his best attempts to overwater them,” Spock said, and he pinched the damp soil between two fingers. The dirt smudged against the pale green of his fingertips, and Kirk was forcibly reminded of the warm brown of his eyes, unnoticed until this morning. Not honey but chocolate, an unfamiliar voice in his brain said. He swatted it down. 

“I’m sure they’ll be just fine under your supervision,” Kirk said. “I just wanted to come say hello. I’m off to see Scotty about some contraption he’s dreamed up with Giotto.”

“It sounds either usefully dangerous or dangerously useful,” Spock said, and Kirk laughed. 

“That sounds about right, but I won’t know which until I get there. Dinner tonight?” 

“Certainly, captain,” Spock said, and his hand twitched hesitantly before he raised it, brushing across Kirk’s upper back, before squeezing his opposite shoulder. Though Kirk frequently did the same thing to Spock—had done it just this morning—it felt strangely intimate when done to him. Spock’s face, tilted down to his plant, was cautious, unsure. Kirk tried to project the general feeling of “great job!” at Spock, leaning into him.

He stood there for a moment, feeling the strange warmth of Spock pressed against his arm, before shrugging and saying, “I’m off, then. Just came down to say hi.” Spock released his shoulder to reclaim his calipers. 

“Enjoy Commander Scott’s latest experiment, captain,” Spock said, as he bent back down to peer at the drooping leaves of Sulu’s abused plant. 

“Will do,” Kirk replied, and rested his hand on Spock’s back for just a second before departing. Was it as awkward to watch as it felt to do? Did the scientists in the lab think they were just strange together? He gave them a half-hearted wave on the way out, and they both smiled pleasantly at him. One gave him a thumbs up. 

Well, that was odd. But probably a good sign. He filed it in his mind as something to ask Spock about over dinner. 

Ten minutes later he was in Engineering, absorbing the warm hum of her engines and the gentle, ever-present clatter and banging of the engineers. 

“Captain!” Scotty cried, and gestured him over. He and Giotto were bent over something on a workbench, and Kirk ambled over to see. It looked like they were performing open-heart surgery on a communicator. 

“Permanent lock, do you think?” Giotto was saying. 

“I’d certainly hope so,” Scotty said. “‘Much easier to strengthen a weak signal than pick up a lost one again, even for Chekov.”

“What’s this, gentlemen?” Kirk asked. 

“This, sir,” Scotty said dramatically, lifting the beating heart, so to speak, of the communicator, “is the future of transporter technology.” 

Kirk waited patiently. When he didn’t immediately fall to his knees praising Scotty’s genius, Scotty sighed and lowered the innards in his hand for Kirk to observe. It looked like the normal internal parts of a comms unit, but with maybe a new battery and something that looked like part of a transporter cable.

“One of the most dangerous parts of away missions is the beam-out, sir,” Giotto said. “Scotty and I were thinking---”

“Aye. We were thinking, what if we didn’t have to find the team anew every time they wanted to beam out? What if we keep contact with them even through the mission, so that when they’re ready to go, the transporter already has a lock on their signal?” 

Kirk prodded the cable with a fingertip. Scotty had soldered it to what looked like a battery, but he wasn’t sure: it was smaller than any battery they kept on the ship. He wouldn’t put it past Scotty to have acquired it in a nefarious way on one of their previous shore leaves, though. 

“It makes sense,” he said, and Giotto and Scotty made satisfied eye contact. “But does it work?” 

“Ach, there’s the rub,” Scotty sighed. “We haven’t been able to test it yet. Beaming on the ship while at warp--- too much could go wrong. We don’t want to leave some poor ensign out among the stars because the transporter was too slow!” 

“So the communicator will permanently transmit location to the transporter?” 

“Aye, sir. That’s what the extra power source is for--- otherwise, it would run out of juice too quickly. And that’s another thing we’re working on,” Scotty said, taking a breath, but Kirk sensed the beginning of a lecture and held up a hand. 

“I love it,” he said. He blinked away memories of screaming security officers getting eaten by enormous creatures as they waited for the transporter to lock onto them. “Keep at it, gentlemen, and we’ll test it as soon as we’re able. We ought to receive new orders in about a week, when we pick up Admiral April.” 

Scotty made a little noise in the back of his throat that told Kirk exactly what he thought of Admiral April. Giotto sighed. 

“We’ll only have adult supervision for a few weeks, Scott,” Kirk said bracingly. “But maybe don’t hit warp 13 while he’s here, yeah?” 

“It’s not that, sir,” Scotty said. He looked nervously to Giotto before he said, “He’s been, ah. He’s been contacting me a mite more than usual.” 

Kirk blinked. “Contacting you personally? About what?” Giotto looked nervous now too, and Kirk crossed his arms. “What’s he been contacting you about, Scotty?” 

“Commander Spock, sir,” Scotty said. “He’s been hammering at me to convince Spock to leave the ship for some science vessel. I told him, Captain Kirk is the only one that Spock listens to, and I’ll be damned if even you could get him to do something that he really didn’t want to do. But he didn’t like that answer.” 

Exhaling sharply, Kirk pinched the bridge of his nose. “He’s been after me as well,” he admitted. “He wants me to convince Spock to leave the Enterprise and take command somewhere else.” 

Scotty looked horrified. “But you’re not going to do it, are ye, captain?” 

“Of course not,” Kirk said sharply, and Scotty’s face immediately melted with relief. Giotto just watched them both, coolly assessing. “He’s not leaving. April doesn’t know it yet, but he’s not. He can’t.” 

“That’s good to hear, sir,” Scotty said. “It wouldn’t feel right, the Enterprise without Mr. Spock.”

“It’ll be alright. He’s not leaving,” Kirk said, more softly. Scotty nodded sympathetically and patted Kirk on the shoulder. Giotto watched them. Then Scotty’s attention drifted back to the parts in his hand, and Kirk, recognizing the dismissal, left them to their work. 

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Kirk was sitting at a table with Spock, Uhura, and Bones again, watching Bones and Spock snipe at each other over one thing or another when the easygoing air in the mess hall stilled like the air before a storm. The laughter and shouting from the other tables and by the replicators grew sharply in intensity, and Kirk could hear the rumbling of genuine discontent. He stood immediately. Spock, unquestioning, stood and followed him, leaving Bones and Uhura looking at each other in confusion. Kirk shoved his way through the increasingly agitated line for the replicators to the source of the tension: a red-shirted security officer holding what looked to be a pile of black sludge. 

“What’s this, Lieutenant?” Kirk asked, intentionally keeping his voice light. 

The officer held the tray and its unfortunate contents out for Kirk’s inspection. “Replicator’s broken, sir.” Spock leaned in to observe, curving around Kirk’s shoulder, and prodded the pile with a finger. It disintegrated into black ash, fluttering in the nonexistent breeze and coating the officer and Spock’s hand in a layer of fine black soot. Kirk frowned and turned to the replicator in question. He experimentally pushed a few buttons, but nothing happened. A yeoman called from a few replicators over: “This one’s out, too, captain.” 

His heart stuttered in his chest before picking up double-time. This is not like that, he told himself firmly, and he went to see the other replicator even as the mess spun around him. 

“Mr. Spock, please check the others,” he heard himself say. In his head he felt very small, and very far away, but he pulled his armor around himself and forced his captain’s mask to smile at the worried yeoman. Then he turned back to the line. 

“Would someone mind calling Commander Scott? We’ll take a look and get this sorted just as soon as we can. In the meantime…” He playfully nodded at the sooty lieutenant, head moving despite the restrained panic locking his spine. “Please don’t touch anything else. Go get cleaned up, lieutenant.” 

“Yes, sir,” the officer said miserably, and departed in a puff of black ash. He heard someone use the mess comms, calling down to Engineering. Spock reappeared at his side, his chest nearly against Kirk’s shoulder, hand on his upper back, and said, “It seems all eight replicators are down. It is unclear if those in the main crew mess are similarly affected. It also seems as though it is a software problem and not a hardware one.” 

“Yes,” Kirk said, his voice coming out unnaturally calm even as his bones ached within his skin. “Yes, thank you, Mr. Spock. Shall we wait for Scotty to come work his magic?”

“I do not believe understanding the laws of physics counts as a magical ability,” Spock said, and Kirk forced a chuckle. He sensed the irritation and tension of the hungry crowd slowly dissipate, and the crew reclaimed their seats or headed elsewhere to find food. There was plenty of food on the ship, even if the replicators were down, and they were only a week out from the starbase now. There would not be a fight in the food line over the last of the resources. No one would starve. 

As he leaned against the wall and Spock hovered at his shoulder, that was what he kept telling himself. No one was going to starve. Machines broke down all the time, and Scotty and his engineers were always able to fix them. This wasn’t going to be like before. 

“Jim,” Spock said quietly. He was standing so close that their shoulders were touching again. “Are you well?” 

“Of course,” Kirk’s captain persona said, as he struggled to reclaim control of his face and voice. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Spock considered for a moment before he said, “I felt your heart rate increase by 37% in the twenty-six seconds after Yeoman Korros said that the replicators were broken.” 

Kirk put two inches of space between their arms. He didn’t want anyone, not even Spock, to sense his inherent weakness, his failing composure. No one could know. “I’m fine, Spock. Just one of the fun quirks of the human body, I suppose.” 

“Indeed, captain,” Spock said, but he dropped the matter as Scotty arrived. Because Scotty was a genius, and because they were on the Enterprise and not trapped on a mismanaged planet enduring dramatic climatic shifts, the replicators were up and running again in thirty minutes. Kirk reclaimed his seat by Bones when it became apparent that Spock and Scotty did not require his assistance, and Bones patted his leg surreptitiously under the table. 

“Need an ear, Jimmy?” Bones asked. His tone was casual but his blue eyes were focused and intent, scanning Kirk’s face. Bones was the only man on the Enterprise, or outside of his family, who knew about Kirk’s less-than-glorious childhood, and it was only because he had access to even the redacted parts of Kirk’s medical records. Slowly, slowly, the ice pick of panic that had pierced his heart melted away until the animal tension of a hungry crowd no longer pulled his skin taut. He was safe, and he was home. He was fine.

“I’m alright, Bones. Thanks.” 

“Sure,” Bones said, his accent pulling the word into two syllables. Kirk turned away from his too-perceptive gaze to continue picking at his dinner. It turned to ash in his mouth, but he at least put on a good show of eating it. 

Spock returned after the replicators were fixed, and their foursome eventually relinquished their table to the other diners and departed. Bones went back to Medbay, Uhura to her quarters, and Spock and Kirk to theirs. 

As they approached Spock’s door, Kirk saw the other man inhale like he was about to speak. He could not sit across from Spock and be in his familiar, comforting presence right now—he couldn’t sit across from those understanding eyes and keep his secrets. And he wasn’t willing to see Spock’s disappointment when he realized there was just a wounded child hiding behind the shield of the invincible starship captain. So before Spock could ask if he wanted to play chess, as he almost certainly was going to, Kirk said, “Good night, Mr. Spock.” 

Kirk left him standing at his door. He heard the aborted half-syllable of a different word on Spock’s tongue before he adjusted and said instead, “Good night, captain.” He smiled and nodded in Spock’s direction without meeting his eyes, and slipped into the blessed stillness of his own quarters. 

Alone, with no one to see him, he allowed his knees to buckle. He crouched with his back pressed against his closed door, face pressed to his hands. He was a starship captain, and a damn good one, and he was not about to let the ghosts of his past mar the image of himself that he had built brick by bloody brick. He would not let his crew see the cracks behind the facade and forsake the trust that they had put in him. 

In, one, two, three, four, five. Out, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. He inhaled and counted, and exhaled and counted, until the last remnants of fear had retreated back to wherever it lived in his body. He stood, his legs tingling unpleasantly as blood rushed back into them, and robotically prepared for bed. 

As he brushed his teeth, he smelled the faint tinge of Spock’s meditation incense seeping from under the bathroom door, and a little more of his stress melted away. It reminded him pleasantly of the other night, when he had barged in to propose marriage. And now, just three days later, they were enacting a batshit plan to convince the crew that they were in a relationship, that they were going to be married, all so Spock wouldn’t be forced to leave.

The craziest part was, he realized, bending to spit toothpaste into the sink, was that it seemed to be working. It was almost funny. He thought that they would have had to fight tooth and nail to override his (somewhat deserved) reputation as a rake and Spock’s (almost definitely deserved) reputation as a machine. He inhaled the comforting smell of Spock’s incense one more time before shutting the bathroom lights off and climbing into his own bed. 

He closed his eyes and prayed to whoever might be listening for a restful night of sleep. He wasn’t particularly hopeful, though. 

He woke up in a cave. It stunk of warm skin, of sickness and rot. The earth was hard beneath his body. It felt like his hip bones, his tailbone and shoulder blades, each of his knobby vertebra, were pressing a bruise against the inside of his skin where they rested heavily against the ground. There was no farmboy softness to him, not anymore. 

It was mostly dark out, no sunlight to illuminate the rabbit-warren tunnel that they had stumbled down, only the faint light of a waxing moon providing any visibility. He could see the shadowed bodies of his friends in gentle repose, lying alongside him on the ground. He counted them off: one, two, three, four, five. At six, his eyes jerked to a halt. Something wasn’t right. Before he was aware that he was moving he had scrambled across the dirt to her: Laika, his age, her brown hair a rat’s nest of dirt and leaves, unmoving. 

“No, no, no,” he whispered, and shook the shoulder of the boy lying next to her. “Tommy, wake up!” Her unnatural stillness had caught his attention: now that he was next to her, he could see more clearly the waxy pallor of her cheeks and lips, the immobile smoothness of her eyelids. Tommy woke with a jolt, rolling over immediately. He pushed himself up with one hand and shook Laika with the other. 

“Hey,” he said, his voice growly with sleep. “Wake up.” 

Jimmy grabbed her other shoulder, shaking her, the other hand coming to rest against her gaunt cheek. “Hey. Laika. It’s not funny. Wake up.” But Laika did not wake up. Her eyes did not open. Her chest did not rise. 

“Jimmy, what happened?” Tommy whispered. 

“I don’t know,” Jimmy said, disbelief raising his voice high like a younger child’s. “I just woke up, and I saw that---” He gagged, overwhelmed by the smell of dirty skin and death, sickness and rot. “Laika, wake up!” God, he was so tired, and so hungry, and there were only five of them now, and what would they do without her? 

“We have to move her,” Jimmy whispered as Tommy whimpered to himself, hand still mechanically rocking Laika’s shoulder. 

“What? No! Why?” Tommy whispered back.

“We can’t let the littles see her like this,” he said. 

“Where are we going to put her? We can’t bury her!” 

“Down the mountain. Near the town. They won’t notice another body.” Jimmy hated the words as they came out of his mouth: practical, useful, awful. But Tommy sniffled, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and nodded. Jimmy nodded back and shoved Tommy gently. Tommy got up, stepping carefully around the sleeping littles, and gingerly picked up Laika’s ankles. Jimmy wormed his hands under her shoulders and bent his arms under hers, picking her up off the ground. They backed up to the entrance and Jimmy went as slowly as he could, arms burning with the strain of Laika’s weight, until he felt the cool air of the night outside of their den on his back. 

Together they carried her down the mountain in the worst parade of two Jimmy had ever been a part of, and they left her on the outskirts, and Tommy kissed her forehead and cried, and they held hands as they stole quietly back to their safe hole. They crawled back inside, each refusing to let go of the other’s hand, and fell asleep curled together. 

Jimmy woke up in a cave. It stunk of warm skin, of sickness and rot. The earth was hard beneath his body. “No, no, no,” he said, and in aching horror and disbelief he scrambled over to Laika’s dead body, her dead body which should have been on the outskirts of town but was cooling, decomposing, in their den. He woke up Tommy and convinced him to help him carry her down the mountain, and then they fell asleep together. 

Jimmy woke up in a cave. He woke up in a cave and carried his friend’s dead body down the mountain over and over and over 

Kirk woke up in his quarters with a half-strangled yell choking his throat. He flung the covers back and sat up, gasping, panic and grief clogging his windpipe until he recognized the dim shape of his room on the Enterprise around him. He dragged his hands over his face, feeling the fullness of his cheeks, the strength of his arms, his healed adult body, with sickening relief. He dragged his exhausted body into the sonic shower to clear the nightmare sweat off his skin and let the roar of the machine drown out his own thoughts. 

When he was clean again, and finally steady on his feet, he dropped himself back into bed and into a dreamless sleep. 

[dhr-ao3]

The Cards We Play

The Cards We Play https://ift.tt/Zzx3ILM by Lolokstop During the years of 1998 & 1999, Draco stood trial 3 separate times. Each time, the Wizengamot hit a hiccup. No one could agree on Draco’s case. Yes, he had taken the dark mark. Yes, he had served Tom Riddle. But, he had never done it willingly. In the end, all it took was the testimonies of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger to save him from serving in Azkaban. All charges against him were dropped on two conditions: 1. He immediately would become the head of the Malfoy estate, meaning his father’s legacy would be tarnished. 2. He would willingly donate Malfoy Manor as a museum for the wizarding community of England. 8 years later, Draco was finally ready to make do on his second promise. But, in order to do it right he needs the help of his old schoolmate and lifelong crush...Hermione Granger. Should be pretty simple, right?   Featuring meddling little kids, a team of scheming friends, and a whole lot of miscommunication. Wahoo! ___ AKA I went to the Louvre and got inspired hahahah Words: 3579, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Museum Bitches!!!!!!, Child Scorpius Malfoy via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/0KNo2hG June 30, 2024 at 06:59AM

[hana-the-ghostieee]

alrighty!! as of posting this i have one more exam and then i'm free =w= for three weeks! wahoo

anyways uhm. here i have prepared. ame to cappuccino (omg. this song just started playing like right now and i have my playlist on shuffle. hehh weird)

9/3, 雨とカプチーノ (Rain and Cappuccino/Ame to Kapuchiino)

A light gray was what words became, a color like cappuccino Don't bother with excuses, just leave them by the window It's not like I can count them all.

A heart whitened to a light gray, a color like cappuccino Just leave those excuses, and let's drink this cappuccino And pretend to be dumb

And, like it's a bit unwilling, the rain falls As we drown in this storm of flowers Those memories of you, so they don't fade, I cling to them Please, please, please. Don't overflow.

A shore waiting for the waves, the sun glowing in the soft red sky Glowing on these windows August, Visby, in the sea breeze I waited for the sea's voice.

Swimming through the summer, these pale white flowers and this evening rain Are drowning through this windy night So nothing, no one fades away, take this one flower, Please, please, please. And place it in this chest.

You know, I've never really understood it, I've only ever wanted to be told just one way to live, but I've got nothing to give back to you. If you're really not going to answer, even one word would be okay, But I don't understand. I really don't understand.

And now, like it's reluctant, the rain hits the ground As we drown in this heavy storm of flowers So you won't fade, I write this song, Please, please, please. So I don't forget even the present, either.

And yet another summer comes to another end, And I hold this one flower close to my chest, Tears just pouring out of my eyes You, so those memories of you never fade away, Please, please, please. Please don't overflow.

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awwww this song is so saaad TwT

this is the first song after elma discovers nautilus and is also!! the first song where elma, in the story, finally breaks out of copying amy!!! nautilus really had a huge mega ka-pwoosh impact on her didn't it (i would know i wrote an entire essay on both of these albums. feel free to look for it! cuz i'm not going to dig for you and look for it myself)

also yeah. i'm posting nautilus after dakaboku (i've got all the tls except for that one ready so!! you're going to have to wait for that.)

i'm going to post this the moment i finish listening to the song so uhm. waiting for that.

douka (douka) doukaaa. kimi wa. afurenai yooouuu niiiii~

okay that's all byeee

[beetlebabby]

Ludmilla whipped around on her heel, dropping her journal as she lifted her hands up in a defensive gesture, a spell at the ready.

The pale light only enhanced Strahd’s gaunt, pale features, and Ludmilla suddenly once understood the moniker The Devil. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“I asked you a question,” Strahd sounded out slowly, stepping closer, his body coalescing out of the shadows. “I am not in the business of repeating myself.”

it's finally done! wahoo!

a comic about strahd and ludmilla, set when they first met from the campaign i'm playing. my dm said that they used to have a rather close relationship, before they eventually drifted apart and things soured, and i really wanted to illustrate that. this is only one part of a much longer story, maybe i'll post the full thing eventually :)

[cloudstrifing]

stuff to write masterpost

mostly for my own reference but it is always more fun and motivating to share so!!! perceive if u wish, if ANY of these get written it’s a win actually!!!

fics marked green are done fics marked orange are in progress fic marked blue are on hold for now!! anything else is not started yet!

ffvii:

secret fic for turks fan exchange:

Coloratura

aerti/zakkura/rdrn triptych of au oneshots, tied together by the fact that everyone goes to the same gym

rdrn fake dating for a mission bc i have ALL the confession dialogue ready to launch alrd and it’d be a waste not to deploy..... (i conceived her last winter and was hoping to time it with NYE whihc. that could still happen. lmfao. update: ITS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN BC TIME IS FAKE, update to the update: welp yet another winter is coming up so .)

jjk:

ch 3 (final) of wellness grifter geto stsg au (Let’s Purify ✩ Body & Mind!!) -- posted the second chapter after only (checks watch) a year and two weeks lmao. this one is getting slept on bc i have zero presence in the jjk fandom and my timing sucks. but ill prob finish it someday since *i* think the idea is good so WHATEVER!!

trigun:

drunk and unsexy boys-will-be-boys vw: good old-fashioned lover boy (it ended up maybe a bit more sexy than intended)

less drunk but VERY sexy plant heat vw: Gun Barrel Red Hot

modern au kniveswood ft terrible manipulative relationship dynamics to uncritically emulate in real life: pov: you're the most fuckable person at the grocery store currently in progress; also a bonus little epilogue-like pwp pretty fixation

post trimax livvash, aiming for short but eternally traumatizing: say your name, forever

dark biopunk au for kniveswood bang: oxytocin running

og (finally regaining some urge to work on these):

lesbians caught in a snowstorm but actually caught in the mindscape of the Creature but actually caught in their own inability to do feelings pls god i just need to finish Any version of this -- a finished version now exists! idk if it's my best work but it sure is done :'') if i can get someone to edit it i may start shopping it around after!

hivemind jellyfish slayer turned good dad angst bonanza ditto above -- this is currently undergoing edits after brilliant feedback from from AJ!! i finished a version i was p happy with but after i incorporate AJ's edits it will become so much better

The Necromancers Are All Dead but make it flash fiction in order 2 reclaim my ability to have fun with a concept without spending sixteen months with it first -- speedran a version of this in my little writing illegally at work notebook, i don't really know what this story wants to be yet but at least ive sat with it for a while

novel ideas wanna be attended to; am reattempting some expanded synopses bc given some distance, some of my ideas were perhaps more substantial than i gave them credit for wahoo

updating this periodically for the rush of ticking items off a list <3

[soudakuwunmoment]

expressing my take on dream is how i finally get cancelled but tbh im ready.

so i just watched the moistcritical video on whatever bullshit happened on twitter regarding him.

i wanna establish that im not exactly a dream fan. i dont watch videos of his or really anyone from that part of youtube. i dont think hes that great of a person necessarily.

also, i want to establish that i am an idiot 18yo boy. ight? im not some kind of expert on this shit. its literally just my take. its an opinion. and im putting it on the internet. as people tend to do.

okay. recap. dream allegedly sent snapchat videos of him moaning to a minor. there is zero proof that the video was from him, and zero proof that it was sent to a minor. then the fight between dream and gumballva. oh my god. guys. god i cant even with this bit. alright alright ill get to it

im gonna completely fuckin disregard the snapchat thing. theres absolutely no proof. innocent until proven guilty, as it goes.

about the fight between dream and gbva. holy shit stop taking sides. both of these men are immature man babies whos fame got to their head. "it was a physical fight!!!!!!" believe it or not, drunk slapfights happen sometimes. just because the fight was between two famous guys doesnt make it any more important or significant.

gbva was referring to himself as Michelangelo. he was saying how dream is "miniscule compared to him" like the worlds most pathetic dick measuring competition. he mentioned his "intellectual stature" guys. my friend told me about how the gumball va TOTALLY BURNED DREAM and DESTROYED HIM so i had high expectations. but no. the guys just stroking his own ego and shittalking some other guy, and people are hype about it because the other guy is dream and OOOOOOO DREAM BAD GUYS.... and because gumball is pretty well loved as a show. he called dream a slur. like on one hand, it is INSANE to me that a famous guy called someone a slur and twitter cheered. on the other hand its actually not that big a deal. yes, slurs and homophobia are a big deal. but let me reiterate that this is literally just two drunk dudes trying to roast each other and failing miserably. a slur isnt going to end the world. like it isnt cool that he said it, he shouldnt have said it, but honestly what the fuck ever. people are being killed in mass rn and this is what we're arguing about and im part of the problem so WAHOO.

and then theres the fact that dream recorded it. guys its not that fucking weird. im sorry to burst your bubble but recording arguments or recording when someone is aggressive towards you isnt abnormal. was it a little bit dramatic and incredibly childish to post it on twitter? yeah!!! duh!!! this is dream we're talking about. dramatic. childish. but the thing is, and hear me out, hes allowed to do that. insane as it may be, humans are allowed to be dramatic and childish. humans are allowed to brag about their "intellectual stature" in a cab after a night out. humans are allowed to be flawed. no, i dont think he was recording it due to feeling unsafe. i do in fact believe he was recording it to start drama. i believe whole heartedly that dream recorded the argument hoping his teenaged fanbase would run to his rescue. and you know what? who gives a shit!! are you actually surprised? are you REALLY? because dream very obviously has something wrong in his head. im not saying that the shit he does is okay because of it. but i want everyone reading this right now to imagine how you would realistically cope if you suddenly became famous during the fucking plague at the ripe ass age of 21 in the span of a month and then spent the next 3 years being either worshipped by children in mass or brutally harassed by literally the entire world. because believe it or not, 21 year olds are immature and are not normally equipped to deal with a situation like that. its entirely possible that dream already had issues, and its also entirely possible that he FORMED issues in the past 3 years due to the intense stress of his situation. dream is fucked up. dream has issues.

but listen to me. as far as we know, dream is not a pedophile or a murderer or a racist or a homophobe or any of that shit. sure, hes awful at babysitting each and every one of his bajillion preteen fans, but thats kinda not his fucking responsibility??? if a kid is going around doing awful shit in the name of some guy, blame the kids parents. its their job to teach their kid how to act online and around other people. and sure, dream is very very likely a narcissist and seems to be incapable of criticism and needs attention constantly or else he keels over like a scared gerbil and dies. hes kind of a shitty fuckin guy!! BUT GUESS. WHAT. so is like 70% of the population!!!! most of us are fucking awful!!

i know i cant change shit, i know id get bodied by even a single dream anti. i just wish people would stop giving him attention, leave him the fuck alone, and let him get therapy or spend a year in the woods or smoke some fucking weed idk.

seeing the reaction people have to literally just some schmuck makes me TERRIFIED of putting myself out there. can we all just accept that everyone is flawed and sometimes good people have shitty takes or do shitty things. if you had the same exposure to the world that dream did, how quickly would YOU get cancelled? im just. im fucking begging you to look at this guy (and other equally underwhelming schmucks) with a critical mind and context to why you may see them the way you do.

im not tagging this shit i dont hate myself that much. i dont mind if no one reads this i just wanna rant. just leave the guy be.

[charli-chomps]

🤯

EDIT: I AM NOT GAINING, NOR AM I CURRENTLY LOOKING TO GAIN. Thanks <3

hi guys!! I'm glad to finally able to make this post,, I've been a lurker for a Long time now... but I'm here and I'm ready to party

What You'll See (Wahoo!) 😊✅:

stomach growling (mainly hunger <333)

whump/hurt comfort/whatever I really like when there is a guy suffering

stuffing

burping possibly

maybe inflation just a wee bit

maybe a little tiny bit of vore?? don't hold me to that though

Original character writing

Fandom writing!??!

Stuff That's NOT Allowed!!!! 😡😡❌ (I WILL block and report pro ana/ed blogs)

hard vore

any super unrealistic stuff

bursting (like the only thing that triggers me so pls none of that 👍)

emeto (fine with sickfics)

scat

pregnancy

pro ed/ana that stuff really scares me

anyways I do enjoy this as a kink, but I also enjoy it as an interest in general! I can be amicable with all ^^ hope you like anything I post lol 🥰

[rosenongrata]

Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Summary. Two sides of the same coin—the divine man and the accursed lady will one day intertwine.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 A/N. so i'm finally getting around to posting this on tumblr. wahoo! anyway, this is the millionth rewrite of my initial self-insert fic that is now deleted. p.s. the fic title is from a song of MARINA's that goes by the same name!

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 AO3 Link.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Chapter W.C. 776.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 CW. the abyss order are blatant bastards, no shame fr. eventual romance. blood & injury & violence. trauma/mental illness exploration. slow burn. OC-CENTRIC, OC-INSERT. OC X CANON.

Chapter 1 — I'll Be Gone.

A tall woman clad in dark shades of red and black passes through the cold and unwelcoming hallways of the Abyss. She's one of the few who has retained her human form and even most of her personality. The Abyss—the Void Realm—does indeed have a dark habit of warping human personalities beyond recognition.

Meanwhile, most in the Abyss have lost their true selves to the never ending darkness. Their minds vengeful as their bodies became vehicles for destruction. And the darkness only spurs them on. To her, this is all more than sickening, and she can only imagine one other person sharing that sentiment—

"Is the plague prepared?"

A sudden voice derails her train of thought, and she's quick to back away from the doorway she had full intention of passing. She leans her back against the wall, falling into a state of silence and stillness.

"Nearly!"

She can only assume the worst about this plague. Choking back a scoff, she files this specific location into her mind for later, she then makes a quick departure.

(I need to make a cure for this plague as quickly as I can,) She thinks; adjusting her black gloves. A nervous habit. (Or else they’ll send this plague to Teyvat in order to cause chaos… And who knows what it’s truly capable of.)

That night, she mixes the cure with the scarce ingredients she could hunt down. It takes two days to find everything as the Abyss is as barren as Khaenri'ah. Sure, there are plenty of vast collections of ingredients, but it's often stored behind lock and key. The Abyss Order never trusted her too much, anyway.

She suffers from her own "plights and struggles"—one's that often interfered with the Order's plans. And the Void Realm itself could never quite tear her down into the little pieces it so desires. She has her reasons for resisting its effects, but it's a deep-seated secret in her heart—one she buried six feet under a long time ago.

Eyes glazing over with so many emotions—she stumbles through the halls in her sleep-deprived state. She worked tirelessly for this very moment. This moment to give Teyvat a bit longer to live in prosperity.

Arriving in the room that hosts the plague vial—she's tearful, fatigued, nauseated; ready to sob and break down at any moment. She pushes herself to persevere through all that stands in her way, all for a place she's never been too familiar with. When she finds the bedeviled vial, she pops it open and shifts her other hand to drip her own concoction in—

"Hauteclaire!" A Herald howls behind her—she can hear the quick summoning of water blades. "What do you think you're doing?!" He takes one step closer, his heavy steps thundering through the room.

"I was checking the vial to ensure its…effectiveness." Hauteclaire—the woman of a bygone time—lies through her teeth. And with that said, she quickly pockets her cure, yet it's spotted anyway.

"You…You are betraying us once more. We have been too lenient with you!" He growls, charging at her with his blades drawn and ready to cut her down.

"Ah, so you knew of my escapades all along—" She retorts, blocking his blade with her own steel one, "—this place is more than despicable, more than disgusting. I've had enough of the Prince and everyone else!" She spits, pushing him back and away from her.

She glances at her sword, a bitter and painful memory filling her mind—

The alchemist's friends' thin lips curve into a mischievous smile, the knowing glint in his shimmering cerulean eyes says it all,

"I know you hate gifts, but…I'd like you to take this. I had it specially made for you. Happy birthday, Claire."

It's a sword of gleaming silver blue, the very one she wields now in the present. And the very one she's left behind—embedded into the Herald's thorax before storming out of this realm once and for all.

“I’m sorry.”

———

As she rushes out of the Abyss, the world becomes hazy and foggy to a disorienting degree. Her sleep-deprived state is now catching up to her more than ever before. Even as she stumbles and trips over her own feet, she makes it out of the Abyss without ever looking back.

She finally makes it into a thick forest prior to collapsing onto her knees, and then falling face down. Thoroughly exhausted, she wheezes into the chilly air—leaving behind a breathy fog. Her hands ball into fists, clutching the freezing yet soft snow beneath her.

Unable to manage her starvation, her fatigue, and her numb heart—she descends into an uncomfortable stupor.