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caramelarchive · 4 months

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🍪anon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)

Little Kitten ╾ L, Misa

sigh. 🍪 anon you are my favourite. I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Y/N-chan!"

The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.

Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"

You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.

It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.

"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.

About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.

"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"

"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.

"..Alright, then."

The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.

Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.

"He'll have to come ask me."

Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.

L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.

Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.

He's too cute...

You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."

His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.

"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.

Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.

You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.

He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.

His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

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paper-lilypie · 2 years

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stares at moots whose faces I’ve already shoved this into. grins maniacally.

#ccrt spoilers #tw: death #tw: implied death #fnaf #post fire au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #now everyone knows pain #it’ll look a bit different when it rolls around in the story but >:)#have sad #wip #ccrt

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cocoabubbelle-newblog · 27 days

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My personal opinion

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Marvel Writers: Hank McCoy/Beast is irredeemable. He is a despicable villain. The version you will see in the upcoming comics is a clone of himself with only up to his mid-1980s memories/portrayal. If original Beast does come back, it will still be as a villain and he can never come back to the original team as a hero. He has no one to blame but himself.

#xmen #x men spoilers #justice for hank mccoy #justice for beast #justice for moira mactaggert #and don’t get me started on professor charles xavier #is he sketchy as heck?#yes #does it make sense for him to butt heads with his own students as they grow into their own? yes #does it make sense that he kills rachel summers and that apparently the idea and goal for the x-men wasn’t his original idea after all #marvel comics will tell you yes #this is why i like aus #current comic storyline and character journeys exhaust me in a bad way #hank mccoy #the beast #moira mactaggert #charles xavier #professor x #professor xavier #spoilers #just my opinion #but #i consider the krakoa arc to be one of the worst arcs to happen for the X-Men and Marvel in general #i also roll my eyes whenever marvel and dc comics insist on a current change/retcon being officially PERMANENT and unchangeable #because that’s when you know they are being so stubborn to make the changed thing work #but wind up limiting themselves in terms of smooth story arcs and character growth #friendly reminder that them flip flopping over Jean Grey’s actions and death resulted in the most memorable and iconic introductions to #The Phoenix Force #which then has been a significant part of her character for the rest of her existence for both good and bad?#also why make the most mutant-looking guy of the original five into the most irredeemable villain who gets no redemption? 🤔

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artistocrazy · 5 months

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Roderich: *drunkenly wheels himself into an open manhole in the 1920s right outside of a brothel and HECKIN dies*

Roderich returning to the same brothel two days later completely unharmed in a new chair: “Me? Dead? What, have you switched to drinking absynthe? At least purchase a round for the deceased, if you really believe I’m no longer of this Earth.”

#hetalia #tw alcohol #tw alcoholism #tw death #hws austria #the bartender: ‘but I saw you roll right into that manhole and disappear in the steam!’#Rod taking a drink and looking him into the eye without blinking: ‘You’re crazy’#OR Rod: ‘Isn’t that the story of my life - chasing manholes and womanholes and whatnot. An old habit is so hard to break.’#Man only took the extra day to find a new chair 💀

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fictionadventurer · 6 months

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The Heir of Redclyffe is teaching me that what Little Women really needed was for the March sisters to have a clever, witty, sharp-tongued, disabled brother who was BFFs with Laurie.

#charles edmonstone my beloved #he's so much fun #and his friendship with guy is one of the best parts of the book #i'm shocked to see a victorian book where the disabled person is neither a monster nor a saint #the disability affects his life and the household but it's far from the only thing about him #he's a great character in his own right #he even has a plot-relevant illness #but the plot relevance isn't 'oh no he's near death let's have drama'#but 'he's having a flareup and can't write letters so someone loses a vital correspondant at an unfortunate moment'#(charles does later lampshade the lost opportunity for a dramatic deathbed reconciliation scene)#but anyway despite my continued comparisons of this book and little women #they are different books #aside from the laurie thing and the general family atmosphere and the moralizing mother figure there's quite a lot different #for one thing the male characters are much more interesting than most of the female ones #the girls are fine but certainly not the main draw of the story #i do like the religious aspect of this one more though #at first it was giving me anxiety cuz they agonize over teeny little sins #but once we moved from childish concerns to more adult ones the faith aspect became much deeper #still clunky and eye-rolling at times but also surprisingly natural in some places #and i'm still holding my breath for whatever made jo cry over this book #66% through the book; it's gotta be coming relatively soon #books #the heir of redclyffe #little women #charlotte mary yonge #louisa may alcott

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the-buttery-baker · 24 days

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OK CRAZY IDEA

... What if we wingman the sun with someone else????

That... might just work

#It won't.#It suuuuper won't.#My man only has eyes for himbos such as butter roll and they only come like once in a hundered billion years...#unless #perhaps Madeline will be useful in this?#ask blog #main story #🧈🪙#death by sunlight arc #oh wait shit madeline melted nvm

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monstrumpuella · 11 months

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The King and Death

#lore olympus #lo hades #lo thanatos #lo sisyphus #ah so this is the myth of Sisyphus isn't it #for those who dont know here is how the story goes:#Sisyphus was a ancient king who often killed his guests and robbed them of their possessions #because of this the gods saw him as violating the laws of hospitality and so needed to punish him for it #depending on the myth either hades or thanatos go to Sisyphus to bring his soul back to the underworld #but Sisyphus was a clever king and so he tricked the god and kept them locked up in his basement and practically trapped death #its pretty much the prisonment treatment from the sandman #eventually ares or some other found out and freed them but Sisyphus was once again able to escape death by tricking Persephone #he lied and said he needed to set the proper funeral arrangements before he can enter the underworld but once Sisyphus came back to life #that man ran and lived a long life until he eventually found himself back in the underworld where his punishment awaited him #his punishment: to forever roll the boulder up the hill but never succeeding

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demonizando · 2 years

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wish I'd been a teen, teen idle

wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title

instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible

feeling super, super (super) suicidal

the wasted years, the wasted youth

the pretty lies, the ugly truth

and the day has come where i have died

only to find I've come alive;

-teen idle.

#poets on tumblr #alt girl #black stories #poetry #black tumblr #poetic #death by rock and roll #hard rock #teen idle #skins #sad aesthetic #sad poetry #suicid4l #sadgirl #sad poem #marina and the diamonds #effy stonem #effy icons

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 2 years

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I don’t really want lesbian pirates in Our Flag Means Death, what I do want is a spin off series about lesbian pirates set to the same vibe as OFMD and Bert & Bertie direct every episode and it’s got the same man to woman ratio as OFMD except for flipped. I think that would be cool.

#ofmd #Our flag means death #bert &bertie #I think there should be things about lesbians #but I also feel like this particular story is about men #you know what I mean #Like I feel like this story doesn't exclude women it's just that women aren't there #idk the 'there aren't enough women' criticism feels like weird to me about this show #like there aren't enough women in shows in general #but also if there was one show that I would be chill with it being just about men it would be this one #because it doesn't do it while feeling like a sausage fest #you know what I mean?#'there should be girls in ofmd' actually there should be a lesbian pirate show that is similar but not the same show as ofmd #maybe it can be about anne bonny and mary read and will arnet can reprise his calico jack roll #but like he can have a similar number of lines to mary bonnet in ofmd #rather than being a central character #you know #Abigail thorn could be in it I'd like that that could be cool

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polarsirens · 1 year

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oh man, that trailer

#spoilers #don’t read but #god. imm realizing that #i can’t take another death #i don’t think i can take a pc death at this point in the story #especially if it’s only one or two of them and not. like. tpk #because “stray together” right?#but if only one or two or just. some #even with the newfound friendship with snow white #i’m so fucking afraid of what’s gonna happen next episode #i mean hell yeah kudos to the editor #for making me feel this bone-and-secret-meat-in-bone-deep dread #and kudos for the yet another amazing superb battle set coming up #but oh my god. fucking. i can’t.#i really hope they were not screaming rosamund or gerard or ylfa #because they were on the brink #i’m sure when next week rolls around it’ll be all fun #and amazing times #but right now oh man. oh no.#i’m really feeling it

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svtskneecaps · 6 days

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literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630

parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.

oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.

“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.

“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”

“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”

They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.

Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.

“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.

“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.

Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.

“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”

The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.

“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.

The countdown ended.

And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.

“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”

Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.

“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.

“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.

“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.

“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.

“In Spanish?” Maximus said.

“Um.”

Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.

“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”

“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”

Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.

“What is that?” Fit demanded.

“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.

“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”

“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.

“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”

(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)

(That was to say, the first first day.)

The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.

“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.

“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”

“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”

“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”

With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.

“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.

She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”

He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”

(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)

Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.

He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.

He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.

(it was, and it wasn’t)

So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.

It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.

And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.

His bitch wife killed their daughter.

(Everything went faster, after that.)

Slime wanted to kill him.

Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!

(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.

this was not that world)

There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.

If he killed them all, it would bring her back.

(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.

this was not that world)

They held a trial.

If he won, it would bring her back.

(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.

this was not that world)

Tilín was still before she hit the ground.

Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.

“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”

She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”

(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.

this was not that world)

His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.

They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.

He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.

Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?

He went back to eggxile.

He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.

He went back to the mine.

“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”

He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.

No, he just needed to clear his head.

Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #won't tag his partner since he didn't get to star much in this part #this idea is at its core a flipo FAMILY fic though it starts out with slime #just. the problem is getting to that point. bc beyond these words i have like 500 more lmao #for anyone curious for directors commentary in the tags:#pequeño dormir' is on purpose; i figured that would be a mistake slime would make at day 14 on the island #i also omitted the ¿ and ¡ from slime's spanish dialogue for the same reason; it's as close to an actual accent as i can get in text #(accent as in accented speech not accented letter; speaking spanish with an american accent)#slime's quote at the end about where people sit is taken verbatim from one of his streams #at time of posting it is available on his vods channel titled 'we won the war. (qsmp)'#a lot of the day 1 dialogue and flippa's dialogue from tilín's death is also verbatim #oh and the sequence from the 'we won the war' vod carries a lot of weight in the idea (wasn't the spark but it filled some gaps)#for me the cave gases are what drives every loop; time rolls back whenever slime inhales too much gas and 'forgets'#i don't have exact mechanics about it but suffice it to say if ANYONE were to spend too much time in this random ass cave #they would also loop back in time; slime's just the one who in this timeline Happened to discover it #shut up vic #block game brainrot #yea idk i just liked some of the dialogue tbh i think this gets super messy after they get flippa and then brings it back around at the mine #it's got some messy pacing in that middle bit but the foundation of a time loop story is its loop 0 #that's what every loop after it has to call back to; that's the beauty of a time loop story #how is this different from loop 0; how is it the same #we've come so far only to get nowhere at all yknow #i'm a fan of stories rhyming but ESPECIALLY time loops so this is the setup for a lot of that #dude i gotta send this i've been sitting on parts of this draft for a year #may someone besides me read these words 🙏 thank you and goodnight #if people say nice things maybe i'll finally wring more words out of my brain. idk.#long tags

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welcometoteyvat · 12 days

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the last part of arlecchino's character short is giving bsd atsushi's orphanage director but i dont know how to feel about that

#basically this orphanage director was needlessly cruel to him supposedly to make at.sushi hate him so much that he'd be motivated #to live on because of spite and anger (iirc at least). all it really did was give him crippling self worth issues but like #when he finds out about the death of the director and the truth of what happened all those years he becomes kinda mired in conflicting feel #feelings etc. which makes the whole thing interesting but i dont know whether that kind of story would be good for arle #idk how much genuine caring i want her to display. bc that orphanage director really thought he was doing the best course of action lol #also on the other hand. this director's story is there because u're supposed to care about at.sushi，whom it affected，and not the director h #himself. so idk whether a similar gimmick would be good for arle. well anyways we'll see #on another note nobody has made this joke under the youtube video and i'm very surprised and impressed #but on bilibili: you can add like rolling comments on top of the video itself and when the blonde kid in rags shows up at the end #the ENTIRE SCREEN blows up with 'kakavasha is that you????' comments. help lmao #people have one braincell and it's hsr crossover #personally if aventurine came into genshin i would drop kick him into the next universe i just dont care for him as a character but whateve #ramblings!#arlecchino #genshin impact #NO MORE THOUGHTS. finals jail. bye

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405blazeitt · 19 days

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starting around 2nd grade or so, i came up with this fantasy world with fantasy animals that can all communicate with each other, and it gradually evolved folklore and a collection of gods that i never quite decided were real or not in-universe

a key figure in said folklore was the god of darkness and ice (and cold and death etc etc) who was stripped of her powers and sealed away by the other gods for being too destructive for a few centuries, gets released by her followers, and regains her powers by gaining the following of the daughter of the 2 most powerful gods, light and life (ie the manifestation of spring), who'd hidden her in a regular village because her physical form was the same species as that of the god of darkness n ice n stuff

i haven't actively worked on anything from this world in a good while, but it came back to me a few days ago and i had the thought that eventually the dark god has a conversation with the god of plague (who's actually the manifestation of entropy and much older than any of them thought) and realizes that she's not cold or darkness or whatever, she's not a destructive force or an absence, but a manifestation of the universe itself trying to reach equilibrium

so she starts to make peace with the other gods because she no longer sees them as competitors but as a part of herself, and she now knows that even without her intervention she'll outlast them and probably see other planets arise with their own gods and she'll outlast those too, until it's just her and entropy

#anyway sealing away the “god of death” didn't stop death or cold or darkness from happening because that's entropy's job #who the other gods had misidentified as plague and was just rolling with it. entropy never overstepped its boundaries so they let it be.#a thing elementary school me thought of was ice/dark having an alliance with wind and water #now me thinks that wind and water ought to have known entropy's (and maybe ice/dark's) true identity before anyone else #i haven't decided whether fire and light should be separate entities but light/sun is the most powerful but also relatively hands-off #so life is functionally the one in charge on the planet #idk how powers work in this world because if power was linked to worship then the most powerful would be some grain god #....which i guess would also be life? huh.#i cant remember any of the gods' names but they each had 2 forms: one resembling a species from the planet and the other is a big ol dragon #elementary school me also had the idea that these stories would be told as stories in-universe #so there's a mix of stories that are mythology or legends and stories that are more historical fiction or biographical #maybe there's the people's perspective and the gods' perspective #where the people start off ignorant (eg separating grain and life) then become more aware than the gods (eg realizing ice/dark isn't evil)

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