Do You Ever Like Have A Really Good Daydream And Then You Start Physically Acting Out What The Characters

My Babies

They go to a school called Redcreste Academy, a speciality school for children who struggle to control their powers. Not a school for aspiring heroes, a school for children who have been deemed threats.

Brooke Rovin, Power: Voice Compulsion

Penelope Melpolia, Power: Shadow manipulation

Erin Conleth, Power: Dimensional Storage

Callum Veredis, Power: Reality Distortion

The Chosen One Troupe

I'm always wondering why most writers I see always have a very similar why of going around with this troupe. Think of all the possibilities:

They could be a literal war criminal who has killed thousands of people

They could be a tired college student who doesn't want to deal with this bullshit

Could be fucking married to the bad guy they're meant to kill and just go all "nah"

A gen z who is done with life

Could just die and those prophecy reading dunderheads were looking for the wrong fucking person

All the stupid possibilities

Teyvat's "Most Down Bad" Award Goes to Alhaitham for a Second Year Running

Seeing everyone making fun of Alhaitham for his "stalkerish" tendencies in this event is funny, because I feel like a lot of people missed that "Be literally everywhere Kaveh is" has been Alhaitham's MO from the day Kaveh appeared in the game.

From only grabbing his house keys after Kaveh returned from the desert (he couldn't have had both sets of keys at the end of the Archon Quest unless he went home and got Kaveh's copy) to ditching conversations to get back to his house only after Kaveh came home, to showing up without any warning or explanation in Kaveh's hangout with some ridiculous excuse about hearing his voice through noise-cancelling headphones... Refusing to offer any help in the Temple of Silence story quest other than staying in the library with Kaveh...

Since when does Alhaitham willingly cover anyone else's duties?

But this trend of "Be everywhere Kaveh is" didn't start when they were adults. It was already in place when they were still Akademiya students--and it's a trend that didn't end even when they had their fight.

Even when they weren't speaking, Alhaitham dogged Kaveh's every step through published responses to Kaveh's research articles in academic journals. He insisted on keeping a line of communication between himself and Kaveh open, even if the only way to do that was through very public ideological clashes. Pulling Kaveh's pigtails to get his attention lolol. It's implied that, for at least the few years between their fight and Kaveh moving in, this was the only communication between them--Alhaitham's refusal to allow their connection to entirely fade away. (And the fact that this is revealed in Kaveh's character stories--through his precious journal that records the moments of his life that had the most impact on him--shows just how deeply he values the fact that Alhaitham didn't give up.)

Another relevant side note: Alhaitham never asked Kaveh to give up his half of their house. Knowing half of it belonged to Kaveh, knowing that Kaveh may one day want to reclaim his part of it, knowing that it was listed as theirs, Alhaitham moved into the house and made zero effort to change its ownership. He was completely fine with living in "his and Kaveh's house." The stories suggest it was only months later (or even longer) that Kaveh even noticed he had the house, and he transferred away ownership of his portion without Alhaitham ever asking him (or even seemingly wanting him) to do so.

Please, let that sink in. Alhaitham actively left his grandmother's (presumably comfortable) house to move into "his and Kaveh's house," with no apparent explanation for why, and after doing so, he made no attempt to change that "his and Kaveh's" label. He moved into the house with no promise that Kaveh wouldn't show up on the doorstep the very next day and move in too. It almost feels like another deliberate provocation--I've moved into our house, are you going to come stop me? LBR, if Alhaitham had had his way, Kaveh would have been living there with him from Day 1...

There's also the fact that Kaveh literally can't write on a single message board anywhere in the entire nation of Sumeru without Alhaitham hunting his messages down and responding to them (which absolutely no one else does, by the way).

"NUH-UH!" "UH-HUH." "NUH-UH!"

Alhaitham's own character stories tell us explicitly that one of Alhaitham's defining character traits is "He is never where you need him to be," yet somehow...

Shot, and chaser:

Any time Kaveh is in the slightest bit of need or danger or just wants Alhaitham near, Alhaitham is "coincidentally" exactly where Kaveh needs him to be, whenever Kaveh needs him to be there.

Alhaitham didn't just "happen" to run into Kaveh in Port Ormos, an entirely different city from where he was supposed to be working. He didn't just "happen" to read the same terrible book as Kaveh when we know he otherwise would not waste a moment of his time on poorly-written literature...

He didn't just "happen" to appear when Kaveh was upset and needed a distraction in the House of Daena during Kaveh's hangout. He didn't just "happen" to be sitting around waiting when Kaveh needed answers after the Archon Quest. He didn't just "happen" to find Kaveh's academic publications and every single message board posting and respond to them at length and in public.

Which is exactly what Kaveh's mother told Kaveh he needed.

What level of down bad is "Abusing your powers as an Akademiya employee to keep tabs on your crush's library loans"? Just asking for a friend.

The only person for whom Alhaitham just "happens" to be available is Kaveh, over and over and over again--because he is very deliberately making himself a constant presence in Kaveh's life.

(Like, out of all things, I think people really underestimate the devs deliberately paralleling the romantic relationship between Kaveh's mother and father with Kaveh and Alhaitham's relationship. If you want to point to one thing that says "These two characters are intentionally queer-coded," it doesn't get any more obvious than this.)

Alhaitham, are you not embarrassed to be this transparent??? 🫣

Scooby-Doo Remake By Me

Because of the horridness that was Velma, I present my version of a modern Scooby-Doo remake in the "adult show" format. I have no ideas for the title

First off concept:

I’d imagine they're all in online college rather than in highschool. Velma would major in either law or history, Daphne is studying fashion, Fred is studying engineering, and Shaggy is studying psychology. Though one little change is rather than a group of monster hunters I’d imagine them as a small news company and they’re all basically journalists (as a part time job). I do want to follow the one mystery per episode format however I will be taking the idea of there being a string of murders that the gang is following. I guess how it would be implied that it's an adult show would be the gore, just a few swears, and maybe for characters arcs and side plots more adult topics are explicitly talked about. 

Fun little thing I’d like to add is the gang has a swear jar hence all their different catch phrases, I believe that Shaggy would swear the most. I would also make it so the gang travels around the world and we'd get to see different ghost folklore and history.

Now the fun part; The Gang

Velma:

Velma I imagine being a very book smart person with a more dorky personality. I imagine her being not very street smart and tends to be a bit unaware of the situation meaning she tends to be a bit brutally honest. She gets a bit far too invested in the mysteries. Velma would be very organized and controlled compared to the group and just really loves learning things and solving mysteries. I do imagine her being more introverted and not as willing to talk to others outside of the gang. I also just like the idea of an autistic Velma, which I think might fit.

Daphne:

Daphne I suppose would be a very upbeat and energetic person. I remember in some versions she was very damsel in distress type, so I just imagine her being reckless and clumsy so she gets into danger often but she can hold her own. She definitely loves the danger and adventure aspect of the mystery solving the gang does. I also just like the idea that she was in a very high up family so she’s very rich so she tends to be a bit unaware of what counts as expensive to others, so sometimes she just spends without thinking while the others stare confused. Daphne would definitely be the one interested in more horror related content.

Fred:

The golden retriever. The himbo. The sweet guy who just wants to make everyone happy. I imagine him being more kind and charismatic in this version and is just a very likable person, like a teddy bear. I do see the potential to make him someone who goes a bit too far in the self-sacrificing side of things. I also imagine that he is actually very intelligent (the traps) but focuses far too much on that one thing. I also just imagine his smart moments just come out at the most random times and he believes that its basic information doesn't explain anything so everyone else (maybe except Velma) is confused. I believe in the idea that Fred’s catchphrase is fuck and everytime he says that he puts a coin in the swear jar. ADHD coded Fred, just an energetic person with strange fascinations (aka traps)

Shaggy and Scooby:

Shaggy I don’t know why but based on what we already know I imagined he’d be a very sarcastic person. He also just really loves food and of course is a bit of a coward. Based on the idea from Lavender Town, I do wanna follow the idea of Scooby being a service dog however I’d make him an anxiety service dog instead. I do like the concept of Shaggy suffering from anxiety and maybe developed the habit of overeating. For Scooby, if he talks then he talks but I love the idea of his situation being similar to Groot meaning everyone in the gang can understand him but everyone else (including the audience) can't understand anything. Shaggy is the coward of course but I also imagined he’s actually somewhat of a jock and is often used as a distraction because of his speed. Also based of his past interpretations he would be a pretty sassy and sarcastic kind of dude here. He just seems to like insulting people in the past versions.

Mother Nature

(TW Graphic Descriptions and Death)

There was once a town. It was large and wondrous, filled with lights, bustling cars, clean streets, and smiling people. There was a nearby forest that the people used as their main resource. Tree wood was taken from the forest to make buildings and businesses, trash was thrown out of sight, and sometimes animals were hunted for fun. Everything was peaceful and happy. Everyone felt safe, secure, and at ease. The children of the town, however, said they heard screaming every time they slept. They said there were screams of pain and they called for help, but the adults dismissed it. They had decided that all the children were just dreaming or playing a silly game, and they believed they all were just dreaming. They never heard poor nature's children screaming. They never saw the anger of the one who heard every cry. 

It all began with one simple afternoon. There was a group of woodworkers who ventured into the surrounding forest to collect wood from the trees. Those who returned said something felt off that day. They said the group walked in complete silence, watching every corner. They felt something watching them walk, that something was following them, they thought something was hunting them down. There were no words exchanged, no sounds from the animals, and the river itself seemed very silent that day. All they heard was the crunching of leaves under their feet and hair on their necks sticking up. While they tried to work, the trees they used to cut down were now like stones to them. They wouldn’t even dent or chip as they swung their axes and fired up their chainsaws. Woodworkers were confused. They came every week to chop and collect wood from all the trees the forest had, sometimes even killing the animals hiding among the trees. Now they couldn't chop anything down. It felt humiliating and shameful, so they kept trying. As the day progressed and the sun set, a loud scream from one of the woodworkers was heard. When the group ran to check on him, they found a horrifying and blood-filled scene. One of their fellow woodworkers had his body violently ripped in half, his now dead face filled with horror and shock. His top half was hanging from the vines and thorns in the trees, beaten and bloody. The bottom half of his body stood up from the group and his feet were planted down. This was just as beaten and broken as the upper body had been. Almost like a tree, its trunk chopped off and left on the ground with only its stump remaining. The woodworker ran out of the woods in terror, and the townsfolk were shocked to hear this news. 

A few days after the body had finally been taken away and buried, a young woman and some other townsfolk came to the forest's huge river to dump their trash. It was the way the town kept the area clean, after all. Throw it in the river and it's lost forever and ever. She waited for a friend. It was odd considering her friend always arrived earlier than everyone else, as she threw away her trash bags and chatted with her neighbors. The trash piles smelled odd today. The smell of rotting meat and metal filled the air. She waited patiently and watched the stream. She noticed that there were more fish than usual and they all appeared to be eating something floating around. She then saw a strange red liquid that stained the brownish water and screamed. Mangled and drowned, her friend's body swam in the forest river. Her stomach was ripped wide open, and the fish ate any organs and bits of skin and flesh that came out. In addition, they ate flowers falling from the vines around her dead body. 

More and more of these incidents happened and the townspeople were terrified. People were found nailed and slashed into the trees, buried alive in the soil, roasted alive in the forest, drowned in the river, mutilated by animals, and so many more. The town had decided it would be much safer never to enter the forest again and found other ways to live. However, it led to trash filling up sewers or becoming ash after burning. The river waters were dirty and some fire from nearby trees was being burned. People lure animals out of the woods and hunt them down dead. The thought that avoiding the forest would keep them safe soon changed when something happened in their town. There was a proud hunter on the edge of town near the forest. He would hunt down the biggest animals in the world and plant their heads down on the walls. One day, his wife and children noticed he had not come downstairs and his wife rushed up to check on him. She found his body lying mangled and torn on the floor, and his head planted on the wall. The walls were tangled with vines and birds flew down to eat the exposed flesh. 

Following the incidents, vines and thorns began to grow in more and more places over the next few days. Buildings, houses, roads, lamps, walls, and everything. After a while, thick vines and thorns suddenly appeared and wrapped around the town one day, making it impossible for people to leave the town. The people panicked and cut through the vines only to be strangled or, even more shockingly, slowly turned into wood. It became darker as more vines and thorns covered the town's sky. It was then that something suddenly arose and blossomed from the walls above the town, seemingly from nowhere. 

It formed out of tarmac and plants. It towered over humans and stood with such power that people quivered. Its body was made of wood. Hair made of vines and moss with thorn-filled branches forming sharp horns and claws. It wore a dress that grew out of its wooden body with moss covering it entirely. It had black flowers growing around its head. Its face seemed almost like an empty wooden mask, with its only true detail being its eyes. The eyes themselves were empty and soulless, yet filled with rage and vengeance. It began to speak in a voice that sounded like an angry mother. As its voice boomed over the town, people fell to the ground on their knees. "You have harmed my children, caused them pain and agony. You caused my world to crumble and burn for your pathetic abomination for years without an inch of regret. I have granted you mercy time and time again, given you warnings and centuries to change your ways. And yet you refuse. Your ancestors and you will now suffer full punishment for the reckless fate you and your families have bestowed upon my family tenfold. Unless your future generations change their ways, they too will suffer the consequences of their actions". 

The town and its people vanished the next day. No one saw the fall or heard the screams. The neighboring townspeople only found a large and beautiful field of flowers and trees where the town used to be. Children from the former town played inside it. The neighboring town took them in and cared for them. They had no memory of what had happened or come before. They said they woke up in an empty field with no town in sight, and that was all they remembered. However, every night when the children went to sleep, they recited a warning to anyone who heard:

Hear my words, for it’ll do you good. She loves her children like a good mother should

You may come near but you must keep them neat, the children will love you and give you a treat

But take and throw away too much, the plants and creatures will scream and such

So Love all on this Earth or else one day, Mother will come and take you away

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I like to think maybe when Thomas Wayne was still alive, he was almost as bad as Bruce and his circus crew of children is when it comes to keeping himself alive and Alfred would have to drug him to get him to sleep

Like maybe Thomas was like Tim Drake levels of overworking and shit like that

I also imagine that he hopped and tried to raise Bruce to have some self perseverance but low and behold he’s worse then his father.

"Honey?" [Villain] leaned on the window frame.

"Go away." [Hero] grumbled. "I 'cheated' on you. Remember?"

"No, that was [Civilian]'s heart you squashed." [Villain] snorted, caressing the poor hero's face. "When I wear this costume, I'm your secret criminal lover. The one you made out with in the parking lot."

"Shut up!"

"They're never going to let you out of this cell, knowing who you are." [Villain] pouted. "It's nearly impossible for anyone to look at you the same way again."

"I wish you could've just broke up with me instead of resorting to such low tactics." [Hero] mumbled. "It's not working, I'm not coming to join you so easily."

"Pumpkin, you're going to end up being a villain either way." Their lover laughed. "Whether you come crying back into my arms or not, I'm going to love seeing you turn into a monster."

i wish all my beloved followers and mutuals a very “you find a fic that has the exact premise and characterization you’ve always wanted to see but never had the energy to write yourself and it’s really good and just as long as you want to read”

My Love In The Sea

The captain walked near the side of the ship. The rest of the crew were asleep, note a single light was on. The captain looked across the vast and endless ocean and looked for something. Any splash or small gleam in the darkness on the night. The call however stayed, calling the captain to jump into the waters below and to return again into the arms of the ocean, to return again into the arms of her beloved. She smiled at the memories of walking to a hidden part of the bridge under a cliff where she and her beloved would meet every evening before she started sailing. They would spend hours together, talking, singing, giving each other gifts and kisses all over. Exchanging gifts was something they loved to do. Her love always enjoyed giving her rings and shells while she gave her dearest small flowers and necklaces.

The captain reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a locket. It was silver and had flower and ocean themed carvings all over. She ran her fingers over the design, feeling every lovely engraving of the locket. The inside part of the locket and her beloved, engraved into the metal. Forever together in some sort of way. One of the last things her love ever gifted to her. The last thing her dearest had done with her the last time they ever spoke. Before that darn ship decided to cast her dearest out on the sea.

Every day that passed without her love made her want to tear through the entire ocean floor apart so she could simply see her love one last time. Oh how she wished she could claw open the throats of those who dared to blame the storm on her love and cast her over the boat and into the ocean. Well, she supposes blasting their ship and leaving them to drown was a good enough punishment. Their fear filled faces and cries for help were almost as wonderful as her beloved’s singing.

Her fingers still moved over the engraving of the necklace, she wondered what the water below would feel like, if they would feel as warm and comforting as her love was no matter how cold they both were in the winter. She wondered if her love would smile at her again even after all the things she had done.

She had bathed villages in blood, she burned down villages and ships, drowned helpless victims, tricked all those who dared to challenge her into giving up their lives for a failed attempt to gain riches. All their screams were a wonderful melody in her ears. She had explored almost every piece of land and ocean that the world had to offer. Gained almost every piece of treasure and gold that she could get her hands on.

She heard her love call out for her again. She saw the way the water moved towards her. Her beloved was calling for her again. She promised her love that she would travel the world for her and then she would come and return to her. Her love seemed to have missed her. What a silly thing her dearest was. She knew her love had followed her around on every trip and venture.

She knew they were always there with her. But she couldn’t say the same. She wasn’t truly with her beloved yet. But she was about to be.

She looked down into the waters below. The locket around her neck. She stared into the ocean and heard the final calling of her love. Her love was waiting underneath the waters for her. Her love had been waiting every day. Her beloved was calling out for her so that they could be together again. Oh how she was ready to return to her beloved's arms. To see her smile and laughter again.

The captain looked behind the ship once more. She saw her first mate standing behind her. Her first mate didn’t need her to speak to know what she was about to do and where she was about to go. A silent nod and they returned back inside the ship.

She smiled. She stood off at the edge of the ship. And she jumped.

Right into the waters below.

Deep into the ocean where you can never be found.

And there she saw her once more. Her beloved’s long hair and tail practically curled around her. Arms wrapped around her as she felt every sense of drowning leave and felt herself breathing under the surface. Her beloved’s voice happily laughed right into her ears and she felt her body slowly seem to change in some way, apparently her love couldn’t wait anymore.

The siren was ecstatic to see her dearest again. She waited so long and so patiently for them to be together again. She felt arms return the hug as her darling’s transformation continued on. She giggled as she removed parts of the needless complicated fabric so that her love’s changing could be as painless and comfortable as possible. 

Death never came to both on the nights they fell into the ocean. Supposed death couldn’t keep them apart forever. Because here they were together in the ocean once more.

i want a picture of nahida being her warm and friendly self going “hi i’m nahida! and these are my three helpers!” and it’s alhaitham, cyno and wanderer standing behind her all looking intimidating and unapproachable as fuck