#i could go on but alas i am eepy. so.
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You know, I'm a lurker here, I used to spend a lot of time on tumblr, loved Choices, specially Open Heart. I also wrote lots of fanfics, with Bryce as MC, and today I logged in and... Can I just say how sad it made me read about Bryce having depression? Sad but also understood, because you read his character so well. Everyone writes him so simple, charming and non-chalant, happy-go-lucky; without realising he has a lot of issues. The thing with his parents it's BIG. The thing with Keiki is real stuff, but everyone writes him as if he just cares about his hair and surgeries, but he's more than that. So you writing about Bryce struggling, having his house a mess and not being able to do anything for it, and having a partner that helps him with it without recriminations... It just... Made my heart swell. It's what my MC would've done, because they have struggled pretty serious too. So. Yeah, thanks for this, for giving him humanity even if he's just a goddamn Choices' character. Bryce deserves the world. Deserves being supported in difficult times, so thank you for showing him in such a true light 🤍
have been screaming over this all morning bc YOU GET IT!!!
"even if he's just a goddamn choices character" THIS IS WHAT I MEAN. he is a short lived character in a mobile story app that is currently in its downfall. but he's the character i, and others, choose to write ab. choose to create for nearly every day. even though he IS just a choices character, what he represents, to me, is more than that. his character had so much potential (more than pb probs meant to give him) and like. i needed to do something w it
i am the first person to say a character has to have some good trauma for me to truly enjoy them, and he is exactly that. he has a fucked up family and somehow he came out of that "unscathed"? like all he is is a pretty surfer boy w good hair and obnoxious confidence? no!! that is coping baybeee. he is literally hated by so many people in canon and truly does not have many close friends besides mc. like. his character is SET UP for this shit. yeah im gonna pack him full of issues bc he HAS THEM!!
his dysthymia is a super important part of his story (in my hc) bc it is so easy to mask. he puts on a confident face for everyone all the time bc then they don't ask questions. but being at home alone all the time? being independent since 17-18? separating himself from his family so suddenly that it becomes habit for him to avoid the potential for that closeness again? it's gonna hurt him
and on top of that him being demiro is very hard in relationships bc most people dont get it so even in that sense it makes it difficult for him to make connections. people would rush him into relationships he didn't really care about so yea it was gonna crash and burn. obvi
so to have an unknown like that where all of his friends are possibly leaving including the only person he's every truly wanted in both a sexual And romantic way? not gonna go so smoothly for him
#i could go on but alas i am eepy. so.#n e ways thanks for this!!#bryces character is truly one of my favs in media#bc there is depth behind everything he does and why#and sure people are free to just take the surface layer#he has that surface layer for a reason. bc he doesnt Want people to see more than that#but actually creating characters who are able to see past that. that he ALLOWS to ask questions. yeah <3#bryce lahela#asks answers#keep
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pokes u. kaeya and his very eepy partner who cuddles up to him like a cat (i have been working all week and i am so tired)
user message: ohhhhh kaeya. husband. luv him.
warnings: none, just some fluff. gender neutral!reader
the urge was back again.
it pulled heavy at your eyelids, weighing down on your shoulders, making your legs feel like stones had been sewn into your shoes. you felt something crawl up the back of your neck, and a long, drawn-out yawn was pulled from you as you held tight to the overhead grip on the slowly rocking train.
the urge was back again, as it often came around this time of day. it had been far too long of a day at work, too many phone calls, too much paperwork, too many customers looking to schedule deliveries or fight about how much mora they owed on their bills. you liked your job, you did, but you couldn’t stand the people anymore. it was starting to become a hassle. you had started to grow lethargic quite frequently, and the rocking of the train didn’t help all that much.
you fought to keep your eyes open as you watched the train pull into your district in mondstadt, blinking slowly and blearily at the red lettering on the screen as the train slowed to a stop. finally. no more rocking, just… walking.
you yawned again. the urge lapped at your cheeks like the sandpaper of a cat’s tongue. you knew exactly what you needed to finally relax and let yourself catch up on some rest, but now it was just a matter of getting home to do so.
you knew what would be waiting for you. the urge knew it too. it knew exactly what the scene was going to be when you opened the door to your apartment, and it pushed you forward, keeping your legs moving even if your shoes were uncomfortable and your belt was becoming too tight.
you walked down the winding streets at your own pace, the warmth of the day finally receding into the cool of the impending sunset, and you wanted nothing more than to just get home already.
the lights to your apartment building flickered on as you stepped inside, heading immediately towards the elevators, ignoring your responsibility of picking up the mail. it could be done in the morning, just like everything else.
the slow ride up in the elevator had you yawning once more, holding onto your bag to make sure you didn’t drop it and forget it in your haze to fulfill your craving. you felt it pushing behind your eyes. freedom would be given so soon.
if you had had more energy, you would’ve hurried down the hall, but alas, you couldn’t find the strength. you fumbled with your keys and managed to find them, haphazardly unlocking it and pushing the door open with your weight.
“welcome home,” called your darling boyfriend, the star of the show here, truly, from his place in the living room. the need inside you was so close to being satiated, satisfied.
you shoved your shoes off quietly, humming in response to his greeting. you swallowed another yawn (it’s become far too repetitive an action for you, really) and dropped your bag, keys, and belt at the door. all unimportant items.
your now slippered feet padded across the wooden floors of your shared apartment towards the breath of fresh air that was kaeya. he was typing on his laptop, clearly working on some sort of paperwork or complaint report, brows knitted and chewing on his cheek. he was sitting facing the windows, engulfed in the orange light from the sunset.
perfect.
you moved almost silently, sinking into the couch cushions next to him and crawling over until you could drop yourself over his lap, head and upper body mostly in his lap while you brought your knees up towards your chest, like you were curling into a ball on him.
the urge to curl up on your boyfriend’s lap and rest your eyes had been tamed.
kaeya, barely surprised, just chuckled and petted a hand over your hair. “long day, darling?”
“mmmh.”
“really? tell me all about it.”
“mmh. nnnh.”
“i see, i see. i understand. seems like you’re looking for a pre-dinner cat nap?”
“mmhm…”
“alright, little kitty cat. take a rest. i’m almost finished.”
you huffed, swatting lightly at his knee, and it just made kaeya laugh and pet you a little more. it wasn’t your fault if you drifted off to sleep almost immediately, basking in the sunset and in the attention of your boyfriend.
#kaeya alberich#kaeya alberich x reader#kaeya x reader#genshin impact x reader#woodrow.txt#mutuals.txt#kaeya.txt#genshin.txt
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aight I guess I'm a Welcome Home blog now, so. MORE THEORIES. WOO. It's also 1 am so if this makes no sense I apologize, I'm very eepy.
This one is also going to tie into the As Above, So Below phrase.
Going back to the excerpt I pulled: "This Principle embodies the truth that there is always a Correspondence between the laws and phenomena of the various planes of Being and Life."
So it's made pretty clear that Wally has some kind of extra sentience and/or self awareness (because I do believe there is a difference) that the other characters don't, aside from Home. Tbh I feel like if he does, he got it from Home but I have no evidence for that... yet.
So what if, because the show is "lost" and forgotten, basically non existent- it doesn't exist in our plane of Being, so for Wally and the others they don't exist on their plane of Life? Meaning that if Wally does have some kind of extra sentience or self awareness, he's currently the only puppet active? The others are either basically dead, or stuck in some kind of perma-sleep. (Also the show ending at the end of the day, not being allowed outside at night which I feel implies night as the studio being closed for the day- so the studio being shut down would put the others in a weird perma-sleep)
What if Wally is the one behind the WHRP? I've seen this bit tossed around a little, given that we can see the actual Wally puppet hands in some photos, he interacts with people in the guestbook, and other various hidden bits of text and imagery across the News and FAQ pages. It seems as though Wally is the one writing, or he is using someone to write for him. So what if he, somehow through self awareness of some kind (my gut says demonic but alas, no evidence. Yet), reached into our plane of existence to try and bring the show back to a state of Being, so he and his friends could reenter a state of Life?
tl;dr I think Wally is trying to bring the show and his friends back from a weird purgatory state through any means necessary
#welcome home arg#welcome home#wally darling#i feel like im not making sense but i am Smeepy so that's probably why
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