Prompt 301
Ellie, during one of her stints of what do I do with my life right now, decides to, with the help of her Original Dad-Person (Look he’s aging and she’s not and it gets less questions the older he gets if he says daughter instead of sister with how the Fentons are getting older too) creates a Boo-Tube channel. No, not a Youtube channel, those are stuck to a single dimension.
Bootube on the other hand? Due to being through the Realms (and wow is Tucker getting so much income from creating it) is interdimensional. Which is so cool honestly. And she doesn’t know what to do at first, and honestly there’s already so many travel blogs that she kind of just… decided to do something that she wished someone had done for her and her brothers and Danny when she was new to the world.
So she creates the channel CAAW: Clone Awareness, Accommodations, and Welfare. They had to learn things through trial and error, but maybe she can help someone out there learn how to find their own selves, or even help someone not melt.
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pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏
warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!
he dreams about her.
it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.
and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.
she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.
her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.
he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.
she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.
but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.
it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.
his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.
you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?
but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.
he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.
he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.
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obligatory childe post ft 4.2 archon quest spoilers and also my incomprehensible ramblings (read at your own discretion)
fontaine left me with a Lot of thoughts about childe even if his screen time was kinda pitiful
it's been opening up a lot of implications for childe's potentional importance to the greater, overall plot of the story though and its driving me up a WALL but more importantly it's made me pick apart his character
which brings me to Fontaine actually being PERFECT for him to have featured in, actually. because the whole damn nation is a theater, a stage for its archon. Hydro has never fit him better because the parallels of focalors/furina to ajax/tartaglia aren't exact but it's pretty damn close. a separation of the "other" (divine in case of focalors, whatever is wrong w childe in his case) and human.
I just think a lot about how Tartaglia is only ever Ajax with family. you really don't see his old name anywhere, he's pretty openly adopted Tartaglia (kinda childe too) as his name literally in every other circumstance. which you can chalk up to just like. well, he's usually on fatui business, of course he'd use his fatui name, but. even with traveler, it's childe.
so. you know. makes me wonder if as far as he's concerned, Ajax is dead. "Ajax" died when he fell down that crack in the ground and something else crawled back out.
which makes me wonder how he'd feel about the Creator calling him Ajax.
conflicted, probably. because you know him well enough to know his old name..but he's not Ajax anymore, is he? he's not the child with a sword in hand trying to play adventurer, he's a Harbinger. he's Childe, he's Tartaglia.
conflicted because he has doubts, even if he'd never voice them, that maybe you like "Ajax" more then Childe.
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Thinking. Abt this but with Bones. Like. Post-Tholian Web? Post-Mirror Mirror?
For AOS, could be after Into Darkness and/or Beyond.
A Bones who's just. So anxious. So stressed. So overwhelmed that it starts taking a toll on his health. Maybe he doesn't even realise - or maybe he does and tries his best to push through it until it knocks him on his ass. Kind of in the vein of "You don't actually know how tired you are until you stop. And then you just physically cannot start again." It becomes his new baseline, a problem that just brews and storms in the distance.
And he just carries on. And keeps going and going and going until one day he realises that 'Oh fuck, I'm not okay' and has about 5 seconds of warning before he straight up collapses, doesn't matter if it's on the bridge, in the madbay, on a planet - he's going down. (Maybe a repeat of Tholian Web where he just straight up faints into Spock's arms? Full whammy, why not)
Maybe it's a high-tension situation getting resolved that does it. The pure relief of it reminds him of how tired he is. How tired he's been for a while. His body sees that momentary rest and goes "More of that, please. And I'm not asking."
And he's so rendered by it that he doesn't grumble about being coddled like he normally would when he wakes up. He knows not to fuck with the medbay staff - they're just as firm as he is on recovery, and that's not by accident - and he knows that Spock and Kirk will be hovering, because they see any problem as something they, too, should shoulder the burden of.
...And because they're some of the most protective people in the damned universe. And that goes for pretty much all the people on board the Enterprise.
In some scenarios, it's just a case of letting his body and mind rest properly. In others, there's a lot more recovery involved than anyone initially expects. Luckily for him, he has a found family who are determined to be there with him at every step. It just takes a couple reminders, every once in a while.
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Hello there! I been a silent admirer of your blog and I love the Submas and DojoShipping content here! Your Placeholder AU is fire and Ithe new WereZoroark! Zisu AU as is noice. Will it turn into a full blown AU because so much could happen in it! Like how did she turn into a WereZoroark? What about Ingo turning into a WereZoroark himself but maybe Hisuian or even a WereLuxray and Zisu helping him with his new self? Emmet’s reaction to her and maybe Ingo not being human anymore? So much fun stuff and thanks so much!
Whether or not something turns into a full blown au is completely out of my control. it is entirely up to the whims of my own brain, you see. lol
that being said. i REALLY DO enjoy drawing Big Dog Zisu, and consequently have had some vague thoughts about it all. For one, I know for a fact that Zisu was a were-zoroark Before she and the rest of the galaxy team came to hisui. I've been considering her being born like that, or just having become one in her childhood or as a young adult. Still undecided on that.
Probably not gonna have ingo be a were-creature here! nor any other people, except maybe one or two? odds are, it'll be someone in the galaxy team or ginkgo guild regardless, since the were-creature stuff came from elsewhere than hisui
were-zoroark zisu IS fully Aware and all that in her zoroark form, she's just got a few more animalistic behaviors as a consequence of being a creature at the time. so she's Not going to be going feral and biting anyone, and therefore spreading the were-zoroark.
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Okay, so if birthdaygate is real, AND if Vecna is involved in stealing the memories, as previously theorized, we need to answer one important question - when did Vecna activate this curse or whatever to steal these memories? Let me explain (I am aware that this theory is a little nebulous and might have a hole or two in it, feel free to chime in with thoughts).
We know he didn't steal the memories right then in Season 2. How? Will has had a birthday between Season 2 and Season 3. Remember we're talking about Will's 15th birthday being forgotten in Season 4. However Will's 14th birthday, presumably, went through without a hitch. They were still in Hawkins during this time, and if they forgot his 14th as well, we'd have to also believe that both Dustin and Lucas forgot as well and they weren't in the shed during that Season 2 scene. So obviously Vecna didn't activate his curse right away. He waited until he was ready.
We know this isn't out of character for Vecna. He's very patient, biding his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. And, we can even tie this into the Russian code theory. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. We've been theorizing this means that Vecna (silver cat) waited to start his plan of destroying Hawkins and killing teens until Mike met Will in California. But...what if "feeding" also means that's when he stole the memories of Will's birthday from Joyce, Jonathan, and Mike?
So in theory, they might've been really going to throw Will a party until Vecna swooped in and stole their memories. Hell, Mike might've even had a present all packed for Will somewhere in his bag. Because we know if you have something like that, you're likely to bury it at the bottom underneath everything. And if that's the case, once he forgot Will's birthday, he might never have seen the present in his bag because...
shout out @brokensvndown who sparked this post in the notes of my original birthdaygate post. I had already been thinking about the problem of will's 14th birthday, but their comments just crystalized the need for this post.
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