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whatudottu · 2 months

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If I thought the Transformers (Aligned) timeline was convoluted, god the Trollhunters timeline is fucked beyond all hell, and worse of all because they use Merlin - bloody MERLIN - as a character that created the amulet there's an upper limit of time Trollhunters have existed before, heck even Myrddin Wyllt his welsh name (and canonical alternate name in the show), Merlin stops being the Merlin from human myth and starts becoming Merlin a similarly named folkloric character in troll myth-

I wonder if I, a fan coming in at minimum 2023, am arriving to this a little late but- if this isn't going to be a timeline rewrite then let me complain about how specific canonical details contradict with one another, including the glaringly obvious issue of Wizard's addition to the timeline, making Deya the Deliverer the first Trollhunter and thus practically erasing most of the historical Trollhunters or conforming to fit them all in a timeline of 900ish years.

I'll address the elephant in the room when we get to it, but let's set up the basics, both for me and any viewer not already in the know (given that my audience is mostly from transformers and ben 10, I'd say it's a lot of you).

Trolls and humans got off to a bad start, humans living on the surface and trolls having originated from a realm called the Darklands, accessible from a bridge (a gateway) Kilahead bridge. Like with any civilisation there are good and bad trolls, the baddest being Orlagk the Oppressor, leader of the Gumm-Gumms. Having been introduced to the surface, trolls fought with the humans who already lived on it creating the War for the Surface Lands, and their fighting lead the first Heartstone (a gigantic magical gem that serves as the centre of troll caverns, healing them and providing power) to corrupt and birth Gunmar. This war lasted for millennia, Gunmar taking over leadership of the Gumm-Gumms after slaying Orlagk at some vague point, up until the Battle of Kilahead Bridge where the Gumm-Gumms were sealed away in the Darklands again thanks to the Trollhunter Deya the Deliverer.

Okay, sure, that doesn't sound very bad at first, up until you realise that the Battle of Kilahead Bridge was 900 years prior to the series (2016 was it's release date) and thus in the year 1116 AD give or take; the legend of Merlin as a magician, a wizard, was in the 12th century which would've been instead at minimum 1300 AD that's 200 years of difference. Not to mention Angor Rot - a character and antagonist in the show - came begging for magic to stop Gunmar's armies from destroying more and more independant troll tribes, like his own, in 1200 AD at least. Why in the fucking hell would Angor Rot bother to risk his own soul asking for magic, from a sorcerer known as (among many things) the Eldritch Queen, if Gunmar and his Gumm-Gumms were already kept within the Darklands. Gunmar's son Bular, the one Gumm-Gumm to not be banished, is surely not that much of a threat to not one but multiple villages it would send someone to the doorstep of the Pale Lady. In addition, Angor Rot was responsible for killing at least a few Trollhunters, one known and named being Voltar the Voracious, who was the only Trollhunter given an exact year of choosing in 1578. And the fucker is listed BEFORE Deya on the wiki but that alone doesn't mean anything, however she does die in 1620 to Bular, 396 years before the show.

Alright then, so you look at Merlin's mythological existence and go 'now what about the whole thing about millenia' because 12th century doesn't allow the War for the Surface Lands to have a Trollhunter, even with 11 named Trollhunters that come presumably before Deya (Unkar the Unfortunate, despite being trained by Blinky who in human standards - assuming his human body tells us his age - is probably about middle age give or take, fought in the time Gumm-Gumms were still around even if slain by Bular). Given that Trollhunters itself references Merlin's original Welsh name Myrddin (and his in show last name is Ambrosius, which would be Emyrs in the original Welsh, as opposed to Wyllt for 'of the wild), I thought that potentially looking into when Myrddin first came around I would be able to get a better timeline; Myrddin Wyllt was said to have been born - and not just the legend - in 540 AD, which gives between that and 2016 1476 years to work with, allowing the 400ish years ago that Deya died (and the 438 years from when Voltar had the amulet) and the millenia's worth of war the War for the Surface Lands took.

Done deal, right?

Well guess what, some fucker named Spar the Spiteful (not even the first Trollhunter like Deya so proclaims to be) died 5200 years before Jim, our protagonist and first HUMAN Trollhunter, ever picked up the mantle. 5200 years before 2016 is the bloody fucking 4th millenium BC. This period included the beginnings of the Bronze Age, and was the bloody time WRITING was invented! And in Spar's time, there was no DOMESTIC HORSES! HORSE RIDING DIDN'T BLOODY EXIST WHEN SPAR DIED HOW FUCKED IT THAT!?

God FUCKING DAMN IT!

Fine, I can work with this.

Merlin in the show is all the old man we think of him as in myth, but he's also still old when we go back in time to when the Battle of Kilahead Bridge takes place, albeit it without a full head of grey hairs (how does the old man age more than his teen/young adult apprentice) potentially as a young sorcerer/wizard/whatever they use these terms interchangeably, Merlin or Myrddin created the Amulet of Daylight. You could even give more wriggle room between whenever trolls came to the surface and when Merlin made the amulet, because although Orlagk was a figure explicitly older than Gunmar, there is no mention of an amulet without Gunmar simply a time when he was still not a leader. In fact, given that Merlin's original name - Myrddin - came from a riddle designed with the intent to kill Gunmar, a piece informing the Trollhunter teams how to kill Gunmar rather than Orlagk the original leader, perhaps it's befitting to make Myrddin technically younger than the trolls; given that the original purpose of the Amulet of Daylight was not to kill Gunmar but to protect trolls, seeing as how one of the keys to Gunmar's destruction is a Triumbric Stone (one of 3) that resulted in the death of Orlagk, the amulet can date to before Gunmar and have been made after the Gumm-Gumms took out their rage on other trolls instead of humans alone.

The Trollhunter after Spar the Spiteful was Boraz the Bold, named that specifically for taking on 1000 Gumm-Gumms, was killed by Bular who was - as I said - Gunmar's son. While that does not mean that Spar the previous Trollhunter existed before Bular did, it does mean that by the time Boraz was selected after Spar's position Bular was competent enough to slay a Trollhunter, especially one as 'Bold' as Boraz who felled a thousand Gumm-Gumms before falling to 1001. It would mean that his father Gunmar would be much older, potentially tracking further and further back in time and putting Orlagk's death deeper and deeper into the War for the Surface Lands, potentially even aligned Orlagk's death and the Triumbric Stone's creation to a period humans heard of Myrddin, the death of Orlagk potentially landing in 540 AD, perhaps even in 573 AD where an actual battle took place, the Battle of Arfderydd; this details a Riderch Hael, King of Alt Clut (Stratclyde, a Brittonic kingdom in northern... well... Britain, which got annexed in the 11th century AKA 1000 AD to become part of the emerging Kingdom of Scotland) slaughtering the forces of a Gwenddoleu ap Ceidio, Myrddin having gone mad watching that defeat.

The remaining named Trollhunters, ones that weren't explicitly dated and timed, are in a bullshit order on the Wiki that I just have to piece together what is being said to put together a timeline.

Maddrux the Many, he/him in the show and she/her in the comics, was canonically an active Trollhunter before another, Araknak the Agile, was either born or an actual functioning adult; Araknak is the ancestor of the previously mentioned (and assumed to be) middle aged Blinkous Galadrigal and his brother (an older brother or twin depending on who you quote) Dictatious Maximus Galadrigal, the pair being present for the Battle of Kilahead Bridge and still alive by 2016 and idk about Tatious but Blinky appears in 2017 or at least whenever RoTT takes place. To use the term ancestor instead of grandparent or even parent, which technically ancestor can be used on either anyway, means that the exact family history is undetermined. However, we can place Maddrux at the very least on the timeline where Orlagk was still active in, seeing as that was her major enemy in the comics.

At the end of her service instead of going directly to Araknak, a Trollhunter preceded him in Magmar the Molten, the only known mountain troll to be a wielder of Daylight. Interesting to note, Araknak learnt from Magmar a certain combat move so, even before his selection by the amulet Araknak was already preferring the lifestyle of a warrior in comparison to his scholar parents; a trait that outlasted the warrior spirit and descended to the Galadrigals however many years later. Mentioned specifically as preceding not only Araknak but Tellad-Urr, we have another date to place as Tellad-Urr the Triumphant - very soon to be Tellad-Urr the Terrible - was active until 501 CE where Orlagk was still alive; how convientient. It helps that Gogun the Gentle - his immediate successor - would be the only Trollhunter to die of old age, potentially because Gunmar was too busy killing Orlagk and Orlagk too busy being dead for either of them to do anything.

Hopefully Gogun was already an old fart because the oldest recorded troll Chokeenamaga lived to 5352 years and I have no idea if that's slightly above average, notably old, or specific to a troll type (like for example, mountain trolls may have the longest average lifespan of all trollkin), and it's not like I can look at the show for any reference because Draal the Deadly, son of Kanjigar the Couragous and the previous Trollhunter did not age between 900 years yet there are no troll whelps in modern Trollmarket, let alone the fact that the Battle of Kilahead Bridge according to our established Trollhunters could not have happened before 1578 but must have happened between then and 1620. And Draal is an adult in modern day but is rather impulsive and I do not know if that is simply a troll trait or the trait of a twenty something year old that should've had a different design in the past but couldn't because of the limitations of 3D show animation (Prime fans would know or at least see visually that you can't just design a cybertronian version of a bot's root mode without things getting expensive, it's why Skyquake couldn't fly despite looking the same before and after alt mode acquisition).

Speaking of age, this is also the time where Aaarrrgghh!!! was a teenager, which either means that Blinky is actually much younger than Aaarrrgghh!!! or there is another Trollhunter or few between Araknak the Agile and Tellad-Urr the Terrible; 5200 years is a lot of grounds to cover, especially with a Trollhunter dying of age between it. Tellad-Urr has an appearance similar to Kanjigar, and given that it's a book cover rather than a 3D model there may be grounds for him being of the same tribe as Kanjigar if not an ancestor like Araknak to Blinky. It could work give or take, especially since 'ancestor' is less of an official word and more of a footnote for someone's opinion, but it isn't word of god nor anything found in any media.

And keeping with age (last one I promise) Gorgus the Gorgeous, referenced in terms used by modern trolls 'By Gorgus' or 'Great Gorgus', was one of the youngest Trollhunters to be chosen. Whether he was younger than Jim Lake Jr, 16 years old at his time of getting the amulet, depends on what the hell the age of 24 fucking means to a troll. Is it the equivalent of 24 years in troll years? If so then why the hell does he begin training 32 troll years later at age 56 if he wasn't chosen to have the amulet at 24 human years old. What is 24 human years to a troll. NotEnrique, a changeling (troll whelp cursed to change into a human, can do so at will) is canonically a few centuries old, and he is fresh from the Darklands after replacing a human baby Enrique. He at a few centuries old is able to throw and host a troll party at his age, and maybe changeling's age differently and a changeling hosting a troll party would be very new because haha discrimination, but no troll flinches at the concept. And a few centuries could be considered more than 2 (being a few it's already more than 1) so the more centuries you tack on to this college type frat party host the more and more Gorgus' age becomes terrifyingly young like exorbitantly so.

If a few centuries means 'ability to host a party where full grown trolls do keg stands' then 24 probably means whelp, baby, a fucking toddler by troll standards, assuming changelings follow troll aging standards against their human mimicking physical development standards. If a 24 year old Trollhunter is only ONE OF the youngest Trollhunters, who was the youngest? Predestined at bloody birth!? Gorgus started training at age 56, presumably when he was old enough to wield a sword, being trained by none other than Kanjigar himself; Gorgus died during training when a group of Gumm-Gumms attacked, an arrow hitting him in the head. If NotEnrique was an adult, or at the very least on the cusp of it, at a few centuries old - more than 1, probably more than 2 - then what of someone at age 56, less than a few centuries, less than one. Whether Kanjigar was a father at the time or not, loosing a kid under his guidance - to death no less - would've stuck with anyone. Why was this child sentenced to death, and so young too. One can argue all the Trollhunters to failed to live up to legacy, who became their own version of Unkar the Unfortunate, were sentenced to death and fated to die young. Gogun may have defied fate and beat the ticking clock, but Gorgus the Gorgeous - a gorgeous child, a son to parents that will never see their little boy again - proved that there is no outrunning the clock for the bells toll for thee.

If Unkar was before Gorgus, then it is to be presumed that by dying on his first night - after 6 hours of training - that Gorgus the Gorgeous was failed by Blinkous in the same way Unkar had been. The next Trollhunter in line was summoned too soon, so because of Blinky's failure the trolls against Gumm-Gumms were without a defender, potentially reducing the remaining candidates for better trainers by slaughtering them before the Trollhunter was of age. If Unkar was after Gorgus, then Kanjigar needed to step away from training, even as it was his task given to the aging elder Rundle, potentially a younger but very busy Vendel, an elder by proxy of everyone else dying on the edges of Gumm-Gumm blades. He couldn't sacrifice another child to death, and as the amulet falls onto the arrogant overconfident Unkar, Kanjigar could not bare to have stone dust on his hands again. Blinkous Galadrigal (there is no mention of Dictatious despite the presence of Gumm-Gumms in Unkar's time) is tasked to train Unkar, to teach him the tennants of Trollhunter and put to good use his scholarly teachings and pray that the soul of his Trollhunter ancestor guides him. Unfortunately - as Unkar will be enshrined in by title - you cannot let a scholar do a warrior's duty.

However way it plays out, Blinky was young (or at least younger), and his failure marked his reputation for centuries.

There is a Grimbald the Grave, trained with Kanjigar AND Deya, which would definitely place that before 1620 and potentially before 1578; Voltar wasn't mentioned to have been trained by either, but given that he was the last Trollhunter before Deya (at the very least in close proximity), Grimbald most likely came before. Now this seems like a non-issue, if you consider Grimbald against our timeline nothing seems to be wrong, potentially Kanjigar's age since he's been around for a while but his son's an adult in the modern day so he could potentially be older than Blinky who knows. But I have an elephant to address and since it's been so long since I brought it up it's been drinking tea this whole time.

Wizards, the third installment of the Tales of Arcadia series, sequel to Trollhunters, introduces to audiences that Deya the Deliverer was originally Callista the Calamity, a troll who's tribe had been wiped out by humans and had been living in human custody since she was a whelp (or of an age that she had forgotten her name). Deya makes the timeline such a mess, because her first appearance in the comics, she was of an age where Rundle - Vendel's father - was the elder of Glastonbury Tor Trollmarket at the time of Deya, the Trollmarket before Dwoza which is the Trollmarket before Arcadia. Rundle was around in 501 AD, but it was his father Kilfred who was the elder and his son Vendel was of age enough to help in consulting, however old that is. In Wizards however, Vendel was the elder of Dwoza before Deya was Deya and when Callista was still an outcast, and even then he was only the elder by proxy, signs of his father Rundle or of Kilfred missing. Of course however Rundle could have been elder of Dwoza, as his father before him was elder of Glastonbury Tor, simply that he was potentially slain potentially died of old age and that Vendel being one of the few older than most of the Dwozan trolls took over in his father's stead.

The issue with Deya is that I really like the Callista part of her backstory, of being an outsider, an outcast, in the world of trolls that still hated humanity but held a deeper fear of the Gumm-Gumms. Diaspora for trolls, Callista the Calamity is seen as a human pet despite her wanting to find her way home, a home she can never go back to because it had been destroyed long ago; the one place that she could be accepted don't because they see her as too human, a far cry to being called a monster by humans but certainly not relieving. But she had become Deya, and found her footing as the Deliverer, by turning the Trollhunter from a single force to fighting alone to rallying a bunch of... gravellors? (Whatever, I like to think of Dwoza as essentially a refugee tribe given it's diversity in comparison to the Krubera tribe who are only krubera and the Quagawump tribe who are only - save for the generic troll king Angor killed - quagawumps) to fight one last fight against the Gumm-Gumms and ending the War for the Surface Lands.

...SO... that probably means that Grimbald was trained exclusively by Kanjigar after the whole Unkar and/or Gorgus ordeal and eventually got the Trollhunter's amulet himself when Deya was slain, her sacrifice delivering the migrating trolls of Dwoza a chance to get to the New World (or the Americas). Oh and their migration was after Vendel and some king wrote a truce called 'The Pact', which - I mean - it's described as a feeble truce and with a name like that I don't blame it, where they promise to stop eating humans and limited their diet to cats and used clothes which well- they might've broke on the journey to the New World because hiding in the cramped ballast of a 1600s era boat isn't fun nor is it fast. But regardless-

I think for a sense of cohesion, let me pull out an almost timeline for this post.

Trolls who had previously been in the Darklands somehow get to the surface

Tensions between trolls and the already present humans grows beginning the War for the Surface Lands

The intensity of the war corrupts the first Heartstone, giving birth to Gunmar

A young wizard Myrddin creates the Amulet of Daylight and gifts it to the good trolls

Spar the Spiteful gets the amulet. He dies 5200 years ago

Boraz the Bold gets the amulet. He dies to Bular, Gunmar's son.

Maddrux the Many gets the amulet

Magmar the Molten, the first mountain troll Trollhunter, gets the amulet

Araknak the Agile, ancestor to Blinkous and Dictatious Galadrigal, gets the amulet

Tellad-Urr the Triumphant, turned Tellad-Urr the Terrible, gets the amulet. He is killed in 501 AD

Gogun the Gentle gets the amulet.

Orlagk the Oppressor is slain by Gunmar. Gunmar loses an eye

Gogun dies of old age.

Angor Rot makes a pact with the Pale Lady, trading his soul for her magic

Unkar the Unfortunate gets the amulet. He dies 6 hours later

Gorgus the Gorgeous, one of the youngest Trollhunters, gets the amulet. He dies at age 56

Grimbald gets the amulet

Voltar the Voracious, born of two minds, gets the amulet in 1578. He dies to Angor Rot and his soul is stolen

Deya the Deliverer, previously Callista the Calamity, gets the amulet

The Battle of Kilahead Bridge is fought. Gunmar is defeated and the Gumm-Gumms (+ Dictatious Galadrigal) are trapped in the Darklands

Deya dies against Bular, last remaining Gumm-Gumm on the surface, in 1620

Kanjigar the Couragous, trainer of many Trollhunters, gets the amulet. He dies to Bular in 2016

James Lake Junior gets the amulet, and the events of the series take place

So, members of the Trollhunter fandom, how'd I do? If you stuck around this long, welcome to my gimmick, long posts :)

Hoo boy how should I tag this?

#trollhunters #toa #rambling #headcanon #idk this is a timeline rewrite but not a rewrite yaknow #like i'm interested in what the book timeline might have to offer #but idk #this took me several hours to write #give or take 4 hours maybe #not every trollhunter in the history of trollhunting is named because not every trollhunter has been listed #and kanjigar is only noted as the trainer of trollhunters because he's the one trollhunter to have experience with trollhunting i suppose #also- its one thing to have longevity as a species (i come from the transformers fandom those robots are fucking old)#it's another to have fathers and ancestors and dying of old age without considering how that shit works #like the oldest lived troll is in the 5 thousands right? is it the equivalent of 100 years old for humans?#like is the typical age of an elder troll 4000? is it just as likely they might cark it at 3000?#that's 80 and 60 in human terms- maybe the common age of an elder troll is 3500 at a human 70 equivalent #24 years in comparison to 5000 years is like a 6 month old human baby #56 compared to 5000 is 1 year old but surely that is not the case #trolls are apparently born egg-like... as egg-like taking a piece of each other literally and putting them together as one object #that eventually hatches into a troll whelp is egg-like... the parts i mean are heartstones which i think are hearts #draal is described to have hatched this way with ballustra and kanjigar splitting their heartstones #what the hell are gronknuts then meta answer kicking people between the legs is integral to kid comedy #okay i'm going to stop looking at my screen i don't have a mirror but my eyes feel like they're red

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standfucker · 1 month

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not gonna lie yall, it feels like all I do is either work or recover from work and it's bumming me out big time

#I don't have a chronic illness. I shouldn't be taking this long to recover #idk why I can't get home from work and go straight to writing #it's like I have to spend a day mustering up the will to live in the face of ongoing capitalism #it's my own fault. I would have had a two day weekend but they asked me to come in to cover someone and my clown ass said sure #I want to be pissed at the coworker who called off but it's my own fault for accepting #I had a phone interview today and I am ANXIOUS to know if they're going to bring me in for a second interview I NEED a better job #I just want a job where I dont dread going to work and also maybe get paid more than minimum wage #feeling really depressed about capitalism and working forever and knowing I'll never be able to afford a house #I WANT TIME TO DO MY HOBBIES GOD DAMN IT ;A;#also im lonely as hell. how am I supposed to go out and meet people if I'm too tired to do anything #I wanna meet someone. I wanna be loved romantically.

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an-assortment-of-forks · 3 months

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there are doctors there are hospitals there are specialists there is medicine there are systems in place so people do not have to suffer and be tortured under their own chronic pain daily and yet. they're all fucking inaccessible to the people who need it most!!! to what I would argue is most disabled people!! I'm so fucking done with the medical system.

#today is an absolutely wretched pain day that makes me want to not be here anymore but guess what!#wasted a whole year trying to convince my doctors I was in significant and disableing pain daily and the best they could do #is tell me to go to PT and to wait 6 months and tell them if it gets better #to prescribe some shit like gabapentin or otc pain meds and write me off #tell me they'll get new X-rays to see if it got worse by the summer #disability exists!! specialists exist! good doctors fucking exist!! somewhere!!! I'm sure!!#but here I sit. in excruciating amounts of pain unable to convince any fucking doctors of anything #and that year I spent pushing myself to the limit is wasted bc at the very end of it all only one guy listened to me #and he said no one in their giant ass facility could diagnose me #so I'm back to square one bc I got a new job which means new insurance and new doctors to try and convince again #I just want to be on disability so i can want to be alive again #I'm so frustrated and in pain constantly #what are people like me who have to work 40hrs to afford to live but don't have any family to rely on supposed to do??#just die? am i supposed to continue to work until im too disabled to move and be profitable unless i get lucky?#bc some fucking doctor finally decides to actually listen???#ive tried ALL THE DAMN TRICKS TOO. telling them a friend has it and thats how i found out. that my previous doctor was looking into it #etc etc #I'm SO done living like this i am exhausted.#and to know that i COULD BE HELPED. RIGHT NOW. is the worst fucking part #these systems are in place so people like me dont have to fucking suffer.#but i cant even do anything about it bc i have a cat.

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quickhacked · 11 months

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reid no longer evil he wants to be loved now (click for better quality)

#cp2077 #art:reid #nuclearocs #nuclearart #rbs encouraged <3 #ok so like. ok so listen. ok. listen. Listen. i'm sorry #he was supposed to be cassidy's evil ex boyfriend who dies at some point in the story but. well. i got attached #he was supposed to die and knew this and accepted it but then he was forced to live and deal with the consequences instead #and that changed him. and now he's just some guy who writes silly little stories and songs and has friends and is Loved #anyway. enough about that. look at him he's gnome sized #powerhouse of a man though he's a top he's ex maxtac he can tackle anyone to the floor if he so desires #entirely covered in body hair. actively giving me gender envy fr #i'm taller than him though lol which is hilarious to me

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sunshinediaz · 1 year

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The last night before everyone leaves Hawkins for good—Nancy and Jon to Boston for school and Eddie to California with Argyle to chase his dreams—is the first day of Steve’s future.

Steve stays behind, doesn’t have the money to leave town just yet, but it’s fine because Robin’s going to wait for him to move to Chicago with her since she’s broke, too. Where one of them goes the other tends to follow and, really, there’s no getting rid of each other after the shit they’ve been through.

The six of them—and wow, Steve’s never had so many people he knows to be his real friends before; it’s a novelty, one he’s never going to take for granted—stay up till dawn in Joyce’s living room, laughing and reminiscing and making plans to meet for the holidays.

They’re loud as hell, rambunctious like a couple of kids—and that’s what they are, you know? Just a bunch of big kids who put their lives on hold to save a town that shows them no love and a world they’ve never seen before. They’re going to see it now, though. They’ve got plans.

Joyce doesn’t care about the noise, anyway, and Hop might pretend to but he can’t hide the smile on his face even as he feigns exasperation. He knows they deserve this little bit of normalcy; a raw blessing in the form of finally being able to say goodbye to the childhood that was stolen from them.

Steve leans close to Eddie’s side, nestles into his ribs right where his bandages used to be. They’ve both healed, yeah, but Steve has no feeling and Eddie’s hypersensitive and it’s cold-hot and good. His face is scarred, with a jagged pink mess on his left cheek and lip, and it makes his smile more crooked now than it ever was before.

Steve doesn’t care. He’s still gorgeous.

Eddie lets him close, lets him stay close, as they share one beer and then two, three, four, before they’re in each other’s faces and laughing and teasing and Eddie’s lips are red and his eyes are bright and something chips away at Steve’s heart and he breathes like it’s the first time ever and he wants to kiss Eddie.

He doesn’t. Not yet.

Eventually, they move outside to the porch. Jon turns the radio on. He grabs Nancy and they dance to one song after another; Argyle convinces Robin to join him since she skipped out on prom and Steve watches them and laughs with a bubbly pit in his tummy when Eddie takes his hand.

Eddie tugs him up with a grin and then they’re dancing, too, and the songs go by and the stars twinkle above and all six of them scream the lyrics at the tops of their lungs, grateful to be in the woods where nobody but the people they love can hear them.

Soon, they tire out. Nancy and Robin get the couch, cuddling together, and Jon and Argyle are a combined lump on the floor with a massive mess of blankets. Steve reaches for Eddie’s hand and they make a pallet together, lay down and lean close and talk the rest of the night—even if Steve’s going to be so tired the next day he can’t keep his eyes open.

It doesn’t matter.

Eddie matches him word for word, story for story, promise for promise. He wishes they had more time to nurture this blossoming something between them, but it’s okay for now. It’ll have to be.

The next morning is a pain. Steve drives with Robin to the end of town, where the six of them say goodbye for a while. Nancy and Jon hug him close, and Argyle gives him a fist bump and a nod, swears he’ll put the number Steve gave him to good use.

Eddie shuffles close to him, wraps him up tight like he did through the night. Whispers, in his ear, “Don’t be a stranger,” with breath that smells like beer and mint toothpaste, and Steve holds him so tight it’s a wonder neither of them snap in two.

He could have this, he thinks. He could have Eddie as he is now—a hot, raging wildfire with flames so big they burn everything they touch. Steve isn’t sure he can handle that yet, wants to protect his heart from Eddie’s fire for a little longer and that’s okay.

They’ve got time. Neither of them are dead, and phone calls are only a few numbers away; Steve can wait while Eddie chases his dreams, can wait for that wildfire to burn down to a simmer. He’s got some living he wants to do first, anyway. They’ll be better for the wait.

Steve watches them drive away, first Nancy and Jon and then Argyle and Eddie in that ugly van. Eddie hangs his head out the window and watches Steve until neither one of them can see the other anymore.

It’s bittersweet, seeing them go because he’s going to miss them but he knows why, understands why they’ve got to get out of his town and doesn’t blame them for taking their first chance. He’ll follow soon, he will, but right now he has to take care of a few things before he leaves. There’s time, still.

Robin slips her hand in his. She says, “The kids want to go to the arcade this afternoon,” around a watery laugh, and Steve nods, laughs too, and turns and walks back to his car. He doesn’t look over his shoulder; he and Robin will be joining the others soon, after all.

#oh you mean you're perfectly normal about these six? i'm not #can't get over the idea of them defeating that lasagna guy and just. saying goodbye before starting their lives. like they were supposed to #but anyway #ALSO #midnights rewired my brain chemistry because older steddie is my favorite steddie and SOON everyone will see why #till then #steddie #steddie fic #fic thread #my writings

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bimoonphases · 1 month

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 22 – prompt 22: Impervius – word count 909

Impervius - Makes an object waterproof

Sirius wasn’t mad McGonagall had caught him charming her classroom ceiling to start raining and had given him detention. No, Sirius was mad Remus had been assigned to supervise him as he stopped the spell and dried the whole classroom without magic. Lately, Remus had been acting weird towards him, and he thought he knew why. After his friends had found out about the scars he had on his legs thanks to Walburga’s favourite Slicing curse he had been a bit more open about his family. Safely guided by James (and more often than not also safely tucked in James’s arms) he had started to tell the other Marauders bits and pieces about the house he had grown up in. About his parents’ rigid discipline. About the Black family motto, Toujours Pur. About the Sacred Twenty-eight and his parents’ belief that anyone outside of that circle wasn’t worth even existing. He suspected that had caused Remus to mostly avoid eye contact with him, exit a room as soon as it ended up just being the two of them, and almost jumping away whenever they accidentally touched. He supposed it was difficult adjusting to the idea one of your friends had parents who thought you were an abomination, but he had always been careful to make it very clear he didn’t support any of his parents’ beliefs. Even what he couldn’t control, he used to say, had turned out against his family values. His being sorted into Gryffindor was the most obvious and the fact he liked men was the most hilarious since he kept flirting with each one of his friends claiming out loud it was payback for the way he had been raised. He had had to stop that too, since Remus had looked uncomfortable about it.

“You’ve outdone yourself, really,” Remus said, shielding his head from the rain pouring from the ceiling. “I’ve rarely seen McGonagall so angry.”

“I know,” Sirius smirked, before pointing his wand at Remus’s bag. “Impervius! Wouldn’t want your precious books to get soaked, Moony.”

“Thanks,” Remus nodded, leaning on a desk nearby. “You should really stop the spell before it gets worse, though.”

“You know it’s not my fault, right?”

Sirius bit his tongue. He hadn’t meant to say that, he just wanted to get detention over as quickly as possible and maybe slip into James’s bed later on and ask him what he could do to make sure Remus knew he was safe with him, he would always be safe with him.

“I’m pretty sure the classroom being flooded is, Pads.”

“No, I mean… Finite incantatem!” Sirius said. If they were going to have this conversation, at least they wouldn’t be in the pouring rain. “I mean about my parents.”

“What?”

“Their ideas about ‘blood purity’ and all that bullshit. It’s what they think, not me.”

“I know that, Pads.”

Sirius looked at Remus, who was looking back at him with a puzzled expression.

“You don’t… You don’t think I have the same ideas?”

Remus stared at him, eyes wide.

“We’ve been friends for years and I know how horrible your family is. Why would I think that?”

“It’s just…” Sirius hesitated. “You’ve been distant lately and I thought…”

He was expecting Remus to deny it, but instead he looked away from him.

“Yeah, like that,” Sirius sighed. “If it’s not my family, what is it Moony? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, of course not,” Remus was still not looking at him.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just something about me and it’s nothing, really.”

“It clearly isn’t, you’re not even able to look me in the eye!”

Sirius walked up to Remus, stopping only when he was almost up against him. He hesitated a fraction of second, but Remus was still looking away, so he reached up and put his hand on his cheek, gently but firmly turning his head.

“What is it? Please, Moony, tell me,” he whispered.

He had never looked that close at Remus’s eyes. That warm brown with somehow hues of gold in them. Gorgeous, but Remus was a marvel of a person, in and out, even if he scoffed every time someone mentioned it. Remus blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering for a second, before he suddenly moved forward, crushing their mouths together. It was over in seconds, the feel of Remus’s lips on his, the way his heart skipped a beat, the sound at the back of his throat, before Remus abruptly pulled back.

“Shit, sorry, Sirius, I’m sorry,” he had turned bright red. “I know you don’t…”

“I don’t what?” Sirius said, trying to find words in the sea of no please kiss me again his brain was screaming.

“Me. Don’t like me. Not that way,” Remus grimaced. “James is going to kill me.”

“What does Prongs have to do with this?” Sirius asked, lost.

“Well, I mean… You…” Remus gestured vaguely.

“Me and James?”

“I mean, you’re always in each other’s beds,” Remus said, defensively.

“Yes, to talk and plan, not to make out!” Sirius roared with laughter. “And I’m not his type anyway, you know he likes them mean.”

“I… And what’s your type then?”

Sirius considered it for a minute, still standing so close to Remus, still with his friend a deep shade of red.

“Confused, apparently,” he sighed, before leaning in and kissing Remus again.

#I'm 100% sure people mistook James and Sirius for a couple all the time #also yep James likes them mean pair him up with your own favourite mean one #and Sirius is an idiot but what's new and we love him #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #marauders #marauders era #james potter #the noble and most ancient house of black #the marauders #the marauders era #just writing (like i'm supposed to live)

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sandinthepipes · 1 year

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Yeah sure, sometimes I'm doing something with music in the background and Spotify decides to put in something by the amazing devil and it's good fucking music so of course I'll sing along and act it out if the task allows it.

But then sometimes I put on entire albums of tad just to LISTEN to it. And it's such a new experience EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Like just this year I've listen to them for like 20k hours. Do you know how fucking much that is. How the hell can their music still leave me so breathless.

It literally leaves me breathless, I have to stop the songs sometimes because I get overwhelmed and need to process what I've just heard.

IT'S BEEN 4 FUCKING YEARS. HOW.

#the amazing devil #tad #at the time of writing i was currently listening to farewell wanderlust #it's still paused in the middle because it was getting ridiculous and i needed to share the madness that I'm living #and btw I'm not just talking about the text of the songs which is astounding by the way #but the delivery of that text???? how do they do that #literally how can they make me see them singing acting and living those lines and those moments #I'm living those songs with them singing that way it's outrageous #but then you listen to the neverending leyers of instruments and different sounds????#and like if you zoom in on every instrument it's not like it's a background noise that sure it sounds nice in the middle but it's just ther #IN EVERY SONG #how am i supposed to not get overwhelmed #joey batey #madeleine hyland #apreciation post #inthepipes

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froggyworlds · 1 year

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didn't mean for this to turn into TMC fanfiction but here we are. tw for dissociation, allusions to suicide/self harm, etc. basically all the canon-typical stuff

also somewhat spoilers for mandela catalyst!! because. because yeah.

A few weeks ago, you saw something at the gas station. One of the ones you see everywhere, even outside of the county, it wasn't locally-owned or anything.

It was just sitting there. It blinked at you.

Half-shadow.

Little sister, so afraid.

You go home and try to put it out of your mind.

There's a hole in your chest where a heart's supposed to be. It'd been gouged out one too many times by too many people you thought you could trust, friends and family members and the fucking police. You mentally check off a name on your checklist. One more bites the dust. Or the bullet, rather. Or whatever the hell it was. Not like you know.

Evelin doesn't know anything, either. That's the only new information you can gather. Evelin doesn't know anything. How does she not know anything? That idiot was her boyfriend.

Maybe she's hiding something. You two barely know each other, it's not out of the question. Not like you'd just go around handing out your trust to random people, either. But there's a feeling gnawing on you, on the place where your heart used to be, that there aren't a lot of potential allies left.

Something went off. A spark. A catalyst. It burns like bleach in the back of your throat, like snow freezing around your limbs, claws closing around your neck, like a bullet in the side of your head, a knife through your eye socket, a rope hastily tied into a noose in your hands, curling like tangled coils of television static in the back of your mind.

He's gone, he's gone, he's gone.

There aren't a lot of potential allies left.

But you can't trust anyone.

They're either deceptive monsters or they'll be stupid enough to get caught that it doesn't matter what their intentions were.

"Fuck," you heave from somewhere deep within, falling back onto your stupid, springy mattress and holding your face in your hands. Just for the sake of it, you say it again. Not like God's listening. If anything, He's probably dead. "Fuck."

Less than two minutes later, you're in your car - not the van, the van is missing, Adam and Jonah went out and died and didn't bother to bring it back - en route to one of your potential allies.

She worked with screens for long enough, maybe she's competent. You have to hope. She's better than your other singular alternative.

Alternate.

You want to throw up.

You stop on the side of the road and do just that, because who fucking cares anymore? Everything around you feels like it's tinged with greyscale static. Just pressing your hand against the car door feels like pressing your fingers against a television screen. You want to sink into it.

No, I don't. You pull back, shaking your head, trying to get rid of that feeling like cobwebs sticking your joints in place, latching to your tendons and gently tugging- it's only a tug, for now. You pretend you don't notice it and climb back into the driver's seat.

You don't have a GPS in this vehicle, and you don't have a paper map. But in case of an emergency you have a vague idea of where you're going and that's good enough for now.

Please still be alive. With how things are going - with Dave dead, and Jonah dead, and Adam probably dead - you wouldn't be entirely surprised if Evelin, too, had somehow miraculously found a way to die before you get there.

Maybe she'll just be gone. Maybe you'll wander in and the house will be empty and somehow strangely dusty and nothing will happen and you'll leave again. Maybe you'll never hear from anyone again. Maybe you'll see it there. Maybe it will follow you home. Maybe the solitude will kill you. Maybe there'll be blood splattered on the walls, maybe her body will be right there in the hallway. Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe this is going to change everything forever. Maybe it won't.

You're changed, too, you know.

Blood roars in your ears. It sounds like it's trying to tell you something, but the meanings are vague and the words are lost between the wails and screams and shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!

This is probably what M.A.D. is, right? This dizzy feeling, like your thoughts are being rattled around in a tight aluminum cage that grates painfully sharp on every soft edge. The inside of your brain feels like it's filled with papercuts. You grit your teeth and keep driving, half the mind given to calling ahead. If she doesn't pick up, it'll save you a lot of trouble and potentially an encounter.

Hands reach out from doorways and call your name. You close your eyes for a moment before realizing you're still on the road, and driving with your eyes closed is a surefire way to end up like almost everybody else.

"Adam's dead, isn't he."

It comes out of your mouth and you're half surprised when you say it. You were toying with the idea in your mind, the concept of Adam being dead, unsure if he really was or not. But it makes sense. No human would send you the kind of shit he had, not unless they were completely out of their mind and probably about to kill themselves anyways. Guess you made up your mind about that, then.

You're not out of your mind, are you?

You, Sarah Heathcliff, founder of the Bythorne Paranormal Society, younger sister of Mark Heathcliff, skipper of stones across the creek in your backyard when you were six, and a billion other titles of small things and big things and important things and-

Fuck. You are. You're losing it. That's just great. What a lovely way to end the week. Someone will ask you "Oh, how was your new year, Dear?" and you'll have to respond "It wasn't too great, actually, y'know. Two of my friends died and an alternate posing as one of them gave me M.A.D. Mmm, no, I'd say it wasn't too great at all."

You pull over on the side of the road, knots tying in your stomach as you grab your phone and, with a few jerky motions, punch in what you hope is the right phone number. The little buttons make a beep! noise with each press, so you know the thing's working. There's a little ringtone, and the call rings, and rings a little longer, and eventually rings through completely and goes to voicemail.

Maybe she is dead.

You toss the phone on the seat across from you in frustration. You can't get into the apartment building she lives in without someone opening the door, so there goes that entire-

Riing.

You freeze mid-thought. There's a heartbeat where you wonder if your ears are playing tricks on you, where you wonder if this is part of the symptoms of M.A.D. or if-

Riing.

Nope. Definitely not hearing things. You can't even stop yourself from thinking Thank God before fumbling for your phone again and answering. A female voice on the other end immediately pipes up.

"Hello?"

Your throat goes dry.

"Seriously. Did you call me or am I just going nuts?"

"I can't say whether you're losing your shit or not because I think the same thing's happening to me, but I did actually ring for you. This is Evelin, right?"

A pause. Some shuffling. Not suspicious at all, nope, of course not. When Evelin speaks again, her voice sounds a little strained. "Yep."

At that, there's another voice in the background. You can't quite make out what he's saying, but it's familiar, down to the little rasp at the end.

Anger, hot like melting wax, thrums through your veins. Is that Thatcher Davis? That pathetic, wet cat of an excuse for a police officer?! Is Evelin hanging out with the COPS now?!

"What the fuck was that?"

There's another pause from the other end. "Uh. Actually, I was just about to call you. Things are getting... heated."

"Heated," you echo, raising an eyebrow even while knowing full well she can't see your face. Heated, like the bubbling, plasticky smell of rubber tires on asphalt on a hot summer day? Heated, like the burning sensation in your eyeball you get directly after squeezing lemon into it? Heated, like accidentally putting your hand on a radiator? "What... kind of 'heated'?"

"Well, first of all, Adam's here."

You open your mouth to say something, but the moment you do the ability to form coherent speech completely evacuates your being. You close your mouth again with a click.

"He's- there's- I-I can't explain it, it's not- how fast can you get here?"

Your grip on the steering wheel tightens and you put your phone on speaker, dropping it in the seat next to you. Adam's dead. You decided that Adam was dead a few minutes ago. Whatever Evelin has over there, that is not her ex-boyfriend. "I'm already on my way."

"Unless you're on your way to the Mandela County Police Department, I don't actually think you are."

You're very, very lucky you hadn't started the car up again, because if you had you would've hit the brakes and sent yourself flying into the windshield. On second thought, maybe you would've been better off getting your skull sliced open with a giant piece of glass. "WHAT?! What are you doing there?"

"I was going to try for a job after Dave fired me, but the place was empty when I got here and an alternate tried to kill me and Thatcher kind of saved my ass and Dave died and- like I said, long story. Minor detail, I think everything we know is a lie. How far away are you?"

You could tell her you were going in the exact opposite direction, and won't be there for a few hours. You could just hang up now and never call her again. There are plenty of reasons not to get involved with this at all. There's the police. There's Adam, who's actually an alternate of Adam, who will probably definitely kill the only two allies you may have left in this godforsaken town.

You decide to listen to your intuition and go and see. The worst that happens is you die, and you're not entirely opposed to that outcome anymore.

#the mandela catalogue fic #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalyst #mandela catalyst spoilers #hey I just started Writing and literally couldn't stop so. yeah #this wasn't supposed to happen #like. this wasn't supposed to be tmc it just Turned Into That. oh well #this is in accordance with a fun little theory involving M.A.D. that was cooked up on Discord a while back #it doesn't actually dive into it entirely but. it's there if you look and Sarah isn't living loving and laughing for it #tmc fic #tmc fanfiction #sarah heathcliff #evelin miller #thatcher davis #adam murray #that last line is big hint btw. people who have already memorized everything that happened in mandela catalyst get it #anyways joy to the world. have fun I'm going back to homework now #please note that I miiight write more. we'll decide later #okay byeee !!#mythic's drabbles

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lilac-udon · 3 months

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the two main endings for my mythical au spoiler

I get tired bc I can’t draw or write

bad ending: Sunny and Basil successfully double suicide, they aren’t able to help Kel and Aubrey. Aubrey dies in kel hands, then a crying Kel met with the awakened angry Mari

good ending: Sunny gains hope and forgiveness towards himself, decides to live, and along with Basil in time to stop Aubrey's self-destruction. Interrupted Hero and Mari's confrontations, Sunny talks with Mari. In the end, Mari forgives Hero and flees. Hero thanks the group and Sunny, decides to go on a journey to find Mari, and hopefully make a genuine connection with her again. Sunny and Basil finally left the castle and started traveling around the world.

#spoilers #I post the whole story here now I have nothing left #I lost interest #just realized the story is for sunny #whatttttt #have Sunny Basil backstory first then the ending i spent almost your on the plot in between and I came out with nothing #the problem is it's supposed to be edgy and dark but my lack of commitment and kept making it into dark comedy #also I make too much settings man I cannot write #tbh I don't really like this basil that much but I like my sunflower being violent #made up reasons to make them this awful to each other but in og I wish them could live happily with no more pain #but not in my au I like human anatomy sunny and basil being continually death made me #I'm weird but I like sunflowers liking them death doesn't make me a hater I'm just cannot consume a lot of fluff #I’m still scared to type it out loud but you guys understand the implications of the last sentence of the bad ending

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orchideae · 5 months

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When I approach Yelan (or anyone else I've written), I don't just look directly at her character, but I also look at her surroundings. Both the ones that she knows by some semblance of necessity, but also those that she chooses. Like here, I talked about the Chasm, and what being 'okay' with existing down there needs to mean for a character, because it's not normal. Someone's surroundings, room, or home say a lot bout who they are and what their mindset, or specifically, their perspective is of the world. And sometimes, I think it says more about people than even the characters realize.

This brings me to the topic of the city of Fontaine. Now, I personally think it's rather obvious that a lot of the nation takes from historical France, and so when looking at it, I think it really adds to remember its monarchy, the view that the 'common folk' had of it, and its inevitable demise to non-existence today in terms of importance as a result. So my first question is, who constructed or decided on its layout? Was it Furina, Neuvillette, Egeria? Whoever it was, there's a lot that can be said about their view of the world and their placement in it when you look at locations of buildings. Look at where Palais Mermonia, its governing body, is located within the city; it sits at a rather astounding elevation in comparison to, well, everything and everyone else in the city. This frequently represents the concept of 'distance' between groups in one way or another, and seeing the consistency in other nations, this is something that is rather intriguing to me, especially keeping Fontaine's characters in mind (and considering this is the nation of 'justice'). Mondstadt has everything almost entirely uniform, with arguably the church on the highest level (but it isn't greatly elevated in comparison to all else), but it's joined with the plaza and statue which are a common gathering site for all people in the city. Liyue had the gods and adepti visibly living among the humans back in the days of the Guili Assembly for reasons of 'integration' (my apologies to numerous from our dear Guizhong!) The fact that numerous adepti now live far outside of the harbor is a different matter entirely, and the one who seems to function within a semblance of separation of sorts is Ningguang with the Jade Chamber (but I'm not one to speak on behalf of her character as I don't bear the knowledge). Inazuma also has the Tenshukaku at a higher elevation in comparison to the rest of Inazuma City. Sumeru is interesting, but ultimately Nahida was kept at the very peak of the city, far out of reach of humanity— but that's exactly the common denominator that has my interest, the distance between the 'governing body' and humanity for one reason or another.

But Fontaine really takes separation to a different level in my opinion (and again, think of this when you think of the person having designed the whole city), not only because of the above which I'll elaborate more on in a moment, but also its separation from the outside world. Now, this is interesting to think about if you keep in mind that it was perhaps done in eventual protection of the city's inhabitants in terms of the prophecy (which means that this would have been constructed anywhere during or after Egeria's reign), but then why is only Palais Mermonia far above the water's reach? If the walls surrounding the city were ever breached during said prophecy, all its inhabitants are pretty much immediately caught in the flood and would drown, which tells me nothing positive of the city's 'architect' or whoever signed off on the designs. But if not done for the prophecy, then why? Stand in the middle of the Court of Fontaine and really look around you, the only sights you really have of the outside world are the sky, and it's obstructed by a fair bit of the waterways and gardens that hang overhead, which you can only properly enjoy when you take the ages long elevator to the upper level where the palace is located (which, credit due, seems freely accessible to everyone in present-time). But if you don't venture up, how much of the outside world do you get to see? It feels very secluded, very much under lock and key. On some level (and this is one of the many reasons why I think that the Meropide is so excessively important in Fontaine and it's likely why we spent so much time there; it's all to show the ever, ever important contrast and nuance between this 'autonomous nation within Fontaine' and, well, 'Fontaine'), it almost feels like a prison, regardless of how pretty it may look or come across (and despite not 'lacking rights'). And considering how people in the Meropide speak of not always wanting to return back to the 'overworld' following their sentence, I think that there's definitely quite a bit of truth in that. But again, stand there and look around for yourself.

Now to return to the original topic, but keeping the last one in mind as well, look at one other thing that I'm unsure how many have really kept an eye on: the massive effect Palais Mermonia's level has on the rest of the area (inside and outside of its walls). Have you ever walked through the city of Fontaine at any given time of day or night, north to south, east to west, clockwise or counter-clockwise circling through it; have you ever seen how it overshadows an immense part of the streets below it either entirely on its own (which to me signifies a very domineering presence), or together with those outer walls that surround the city? I know how I've spoken thoroughly with people before about how much I enjoy Fontaine and how dark it is in its storytelling, but despite how gorgeous this region with its water- and landscapes are; its city bears quite a heavy weight to me. I don't know who designed it, or ordered it to be constructed in this way, but nothing about the city itself truly, rationally, shows a healthy perspective versus its citizens.

Me: /continues on to ramble in tags because I'm me and I'm a nuisance with always more to say than I know how to coherently put into these posts.

#[ meta. ] the chances are if i open this door; there can be no witnesses left alive. is that a sufficient reason for you?#[ i love how i'm writing a liyue-based character and here i am rambling about fontaine. ]#[ listen my little french heart just ached at this. i've been sitting on it for so long and have been wanting to talk about it. ]#[ but every time i hear 'fontaine is so pretty' -- i agree. i truly do. and the city has become my new 'hub' away from liyue harbor... ]#[ which says a ton in itself. ]#[ so trust me when i say i enjoy it and find it gorgeous. but i don't have any real kind words to spare on who designed it. ]#[ and i don't mean that in an insulting/bad kind of way but more so in the sense of-- whichever god likely designed this-- ]#[ how much worth was placed where; you know? ]#[ this is why i find the gods and all of their differing views so inherently interesting. ]#[ but then i also sit here longer and think more of the meropide. ]#[ and how THAT is supposed to be the prison. hmmmm. and yet /that/ is the place many seem to not want to leave anymore. ]#[ the place that is run and made better by the person whose tragic case was entirely missed and neglected by the authorities. ]#[ ah yes; the meropide. aka meropis-- the retelling (was it a parody? i believe so) of plato's story of atlantis. ]#[ which was sunk by the gods as punishment to its people for leading lives they deigned morally unjust and petty and /greedy/. ]#[ ah yes. the references never end. ]#[ granted we know how the meropide came to be-- so if egeria was in charge of that. chances are she likely was for fontaine as well. ]#[ well-- ]#[ well. ]#[ yep. i have more to say but i'm struggling to find my words-- so here we are for now! ]

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