Welp I have been pressured to actually give BASIC CONTEXT for our rp by kat so.
We've named the rp Lost in a Dream, and its between me, @hhoneycloves and @kitkatriel. We're all using AU versions of our blots for this rp as well so almost NONE of them know each other at all and have to form new relationships. And it started as a crack thing but oh my god. We are all SO INSANE about it now it has spawned its own story we have so much we want to mess around with and some genuine tensions to resolve.
The universe we set this rp in is @kitkatriel's Omori AU. Which just means that she has to do most of the scenes LMAO but also means there are revive mechanics at play. (bless, because Host might kill someone)
The characters, their AUs and the point of each AU we stole them out of are as follows:
Harmonia and CJ from Omori AU, taken mid-au, played by @kitkatriel
Mind from Jashwriting AU, taken mid-au, played by @hhoneycloves
Heart from Heartless AU, taken post-au during recovery, played by me
Host from Lie of Concord AU, theres.... no real point in time since his AU is an endless loop, played by me
(yes this does mean I get to plot to kill Heart while playing AS Heart I just keep getting blocked cause he's too loveable I am being blocked from EVIL)
uhh I think thats about it for baselines! Host and Harmonia are the Trouble Toddlers <3
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what would you do?
what would you do? (AO3)
written for @thegobletofweasleys's Jily Week 2023 day one (it's still technically july 31st where I am, I swear)! fluff/angst day, because this fandom needs a laugh every now and then.
gifted to the lovely lovely @kay-elle-cee <3
playlist here!
James has always thought that Lily Evans looks exceptionally breathtaking when she’s angry.
It’s the sort of thought that he keeps shamefully locked-away in a crevice of his mind with all his other foolish Evans-induced blatherings. He wouldn’t dare say it aloud in front of his own mates, let alone Evans herself. After all, he hardly needs to hand her more reasons to dislike him. The post-OWLs incident sends a miserable shiver down his spine every time he recalls it.
Right now, the intensity in Lily’s bright green eyes, staring him down with enough force to bore a hole through his Quidditch gear, reminds him of the fiery expressions she’d worn that were precursors to all their fights last year.
They would all begin this way: he, a bumbling prat desperate for her attention, would say something thoughtless to garner a reaction from her. Evans, prouder than a Hippogriff and sharper than a Basilisk fang, would take the bait immediately, eyes flashing with affront, and volley a creative insult his way. James would comfort himself with the thought that she never seemed to mean her insults seriously; every so often he'd catch her hiding a smile as they parted, and sometimes he could coax the occasional laugh out of her.
But since the beginning of their sixth year, things have been different between him and Lily Evans. They’re friendly, sort of, and rarely argue these days, but it’s tenuous. Fracturable. He inevitably seems to screw up every normal conversation they have and leave an awkward tension in his wake.
Today, as Lily stares him down with an intensity he hasn't seen from her in months, James hasn't a clue what he said to garner such a strong reaction from her.
He had been heading to the Quidditch locker room for a quick shower post-practice when Evans — an occasional spectator at their team drills, thanks to her friendship with the Gryffindor Beater, Marlene — had fallen into step with him. He immediately straightened to his full height, hyper-aware of her presence beside him.
James, as always, is desperate to impress her.
Thankfully, she hadn't seemed to notice his apprehension. She struck up a conversation about their assignments, which soon devolved into James waxing poetic on NEWT-level Transfiguration theorems. It marked the longest civil conversation he’d had with Lily Evans in ages, and he’d thought it was going swimmingly — he was just starting to tell her about tutoring younger kids in remedial Transfiguration essentials — when she abruptly stopped walking, placed her hands on her hips, and fixed him with that fiery, indignant look he’s come to both yearn for and shrink from over the years.
Now, James gulps. Shit. What had he done now?
“You know, Potter,” Evans begins innocuously, but her eyes flash in his direction and James knows he’s in seriously deep water. “Sometimes I have no idea what to make of you.”
James stares blankly.
“You can be such a prat, you know, when you go around hexing people for the fun of it and acting like you’re the king of the castle. Sometimes I want to—” and here she starts getting agitated, her pale cheeks reddening rapidly: “—to shove your head down a toilet and leave you there until all that arrogance seeps out of your stupidly large skull.”
His heart drops instantly. He’s only half-aware that the rest of the team is long-gone into the showers, and that it’s been only him and Evans for several minutes now.
He thinks: arrogant, bullying toe-rag.
“But sometimes,” Lily continues in a way that he can’t describe in any way other than heated, and then says: “Sometimes I want to cut off all your air circulation.”
That’s typical, James thinks, picturing her hands locked around his throat, staring him down with that scorching stare as he slowly perishes.
Then: “With my mouth on your mouth.”
His brain flatlines.
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Sneak peak
Hello! I had some brainrot on Klee and Keaya exploring Fontaine. I typed up a lil rough draft on my lunch break and I wanted to share it as a sneak peak before pounding out the rest!
Enjoy~
“No, no, no, nononononononononono--”
Almost in slow motion, Jumpy Dumpy rolled and bounced across the walkway. Keaya watched in muted horror as another small explosion rocked the inner city wall. Small pieces of stone flew past him, and flames blackened the once white stone.
“Jean is going to kill me,” Keaya whispered.
Screams echoed in the market. People jostled and bumped into him as they ran away. Billowing clouds of smoke rose high above the city wall. Pieces of robots were strewn across the road, and small fires broke out in stalls. A few shopkeepers grabbed buckets and ran to a nearby aqueduct to put out the fires.
A small figure clad in red slammed into his torso and hugged him tightly.
Klee pulled her tearstained face away from his shirt and cried, “Mister Keaya, I didn’t mean it! I promise, I just got so excited to see the robots! I’m trying really hard to be good.”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Klee, I know it was,” Keaya said soothingly.
Normally, Keaya would be able to smooth over the misunderstanding quickly. It didn’t take much, just an explanation and some sweet talk. If the damage was more than usual, he’d offer some of his own mora as a small reparations payment and top it off with a promise to fix everything that was damaged.
Would that be considered bribery?
He winced as a chunk of the wall fell with a loud thud onto the blackened pathway.
Perhaps he’d find out sooner than expected.
The Courts of Fontaine were known to be unwavering in their pursuit of justice and relentless in finding the truth of the situation before demanding an equivalent punishment or retribution. Klee wouldn’t be spared from their system, no matter how much of an accident it was. Maybe he’s biased here, but Klee is a good kid. Deep down, she really means well. She’s just prone to… accidents.
Keaya looked up, from here he could just catch a glimpse of the court’s glittering roof.
Maybe… maybe the courts would go easy on them. After all, he was technically the person who was holding the bomb. If nothing else, maybe he could convince them the bombs were his and he forgot to leave them in Mondstadt. If he was convicted and held in the Fortress, maybe he could convince a nice officer to let him write to the Knights of Favonius. Lisa or Jean could come get Klee and smooth everything over.
Maybe everything would be okay?
A tiny explosion went off by the wall. Those who stayed behind to put out the fires yelled and jumped back.
Maybe Jean would reduce his sentence.
He and the shopkeepers kept their eyes fixed on the wall. When it seemed there wouldn’t be any more explosions, they went back to assessing the damages done to their shops. He looked down at Klee with a raised eyebrow and she nervously muttered something about a modification she made to the bombs on the way here. All so she could ‘test them against the super strong robots’ she heard about from the boat attendants.
Barbatos, help us.
Keaya sighed and grabbed a hold of Klee’s small hand. “It seems the situation is under control here, how about we go to the Grand Courts and explain what happened, yeah?”
Klee nodded hesitantly and grabbed his hand. Together, they walked towards the Grand Courts.
.....Nothing else could go wrong, could it?
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Random facts you know?
if a shark that gives birth to live young, such as lemon sharks and manko sharks, are pregnant with more than one baby. the unborn children will fight to the death in the mothers womb and the victor will eat the looser
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