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cornerdreams-txt · 2 months ago

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thoughts abt cubitos regressing together? Like tiny codebreakers or little hide duo?

GRIPS YOUR SHOULDERS. ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I THINK ABOUT THIS STUFF. YOU HAVE UNLEASHED A MONSTER. HERE'S MY FAVS. LONG POST SO ITS UNDER THE CUT

contains agere hcs for: codebreakers, veterans, hideduo, guapoduo

★ CODEBREAKERS

— a little bird and his equally tiny knight in shining armor <3 they're precious together. phil is always holding onto etoiles and following close by, and etoiles doesn't ever want to leave phil's side, and will look around frantically for him if they get separated. they're equally feral about protecting each other, but when they're small together and there's no threats, they're basically joined at the hip.

— phil can't imagine feeling safer with anyone else, and chirps and makes little sing-song sounds in response to etoiles' rambling at him, clinging to etoiles' arm or shirt or backpack straps, huddling close and resting his chin on etoiles' shoulder whenever he gets the chance to.

— etoiles is always giddy to be around his brother, and keeps some kind of weapon in his off hand, with phil's hand in his other. if there's some kind of threat, he always pushes phil behind him. he knows phil can fight for himself, but he's brave and strong and he's phil's knight! phil will always be safe with him! and then if he gets hurt he tries to tough it out and ignore how bad it stings while phil fusses over him and takes care of him and makes him eat a golden apple to heal up his ouchies.

— little birdbrain over here gets very jealous of people dragging etoiles away, and will make angry trilling noises and ruffle his wings threateningly until etoiles grabs onto him and drags him with, always refusing to leave his side. etoiles doesn't like being separated any more than phil does, and it always helps with the stinging jealousy of "that's my family" that hits when someone tries to pull etoiles from phil's side.

— despite adoring one another, phil still refuses to let etoiles help with his nests. he wants to do it by himself, and he wants it done RIGHT. but that's okay! etoiles will scour the house and grab soft blankets and pillows and offer his hoodie to phil to add to the nest, and then he hurries off to get them water and easy snacks to enjoy while phil makes their nest for them to curl up in together.

— if they need supervision, your best bets are fit (easily gets phil's attention, and etoiles will follow phil anywhere) or cellbit (both of them LOVE hanging out with cellbit, and cellbit has a whole castle for them to play in with minimal risk of injury), but typically, they can handle themselves just fine!

— etoiles calls phil "little brother" and "baby bird" in french when he's regressed with him. phil calls etoiles "big brother" in response, or chirps family-based calls at him. :)

★ VETERANS

— with phil being a bird regressor, and fit regressing to older years, you get a very sweet dynamic of phil being fit's little songbird, following him around and whistling and chirping at him cheerfully, while fit hangs out in safe places with him, dragging phil headfirst into various little tasks to keep them both occupied, proud that phil wants to hang out with him, of all people. he's so cool, and clearly, phil knows it!

— one of their favorite spots to hang out is at techno's shrine by the potato farm. phil tucks himself up into a corner, and fit sits across from him. they'll talk for hours there, phil scribbling his words down on signs, and fit sometimes doing the same. they always leave something at the shrine for techno - phil always leaving an emerald or a green shiny object, and fit leaving cool-looking mob drops he has scattered around, or a baked potato or two. whatever feels right in the moment.

— fit is quick to jump to phil's defense when they encounter mobs, but phil is violent and feral when it comes to mobs coming up on fit, and fit isn't reacting to them. zombies are shredded into skeletons with strips of rotten meat hanging off the joints, skeletons have bones broken and shattered, endermen are ripped apart, the whole nine yards. he might be only a little bird, but even regressed, phil is a vicious fighter who doesn't hesitate to protect his own.

— but typically, the two of them prefer to curl up somewhere safe and just relax in each other's presence. phil drapes a wing over fit while they snuggle close, and fit uses his good arm as a pillow for phil, holding his head close to his chest and closing his eyes to listen to phil's whistling breaths.

— fit is allowed to help construct the bases for the nests phil creates, because phil knows fit is VERY particular about where he sleeps and rests, and wants him to be comfortable. but! the details and layout are phil's job to complete. fit just sits and watches, always interested in how phil makes his nests so cozy, and happy to watch his friend.

— they don't need supervision. you're welcome to check on them, but between fit being a 2b2t veteran, and phil's status of the angel of death, they always have eyes watching them from a void-washed realm, the crows that phil always chirps greetings to when they pass by being how a goddess watches over her little followers.

★ HIDEDUO

— the sweetest little pair ever :( they desperately need a babysitter, though! pac is too reckless and chaotic, and fit is too paranoid. usually, mike is the best option for that, but other times they end up harassing tubbo (or phil) until they get tired and leave to go sleep, or until one of them slips out of regression and can take care of the other person.

— fit gets nervous and stiff around people, but pac loves socializing, so sometimes fit hangs behind and watches over pac while pac talks to people, before turning and bounding back to fit's side, grabbing his hand and dragging him into their next adventure.

— pac knows that fit hates being out in public when he's small, so he likes taking fit to the hide and seek arenas to play in while they're little. they'll chase each other around, play proper hide and seek, and bring food so they can climb up as high as they can go to have a picnic together and watch the clouds and talk!

— language lessons! pac tries to teach fit new words in portugese, and giggles at fit's difficulty with specific sounds, promising him that it's okay! he's doing great! it's cute! and fit grumbles and gets flustered and changes the topic. they'll try again when they're not so little.

— usually, they sleep in one of the houses in the favela that pac turned into a hideaway for when he's little, because it's safe and perfectly designed to match the needs of a little one or two, or in chume labs, because mike is usually in the labs and will protect both of them while they rest.

— fit is very shy around mike when he's small, by the way. pac typically drags him along and nudges him into things, translating between mike and fit for them. he doesn't mind - he actually quite likes helping his soulmate and his fitchi understand each other better!

— fit calls pac "trix" as a joke when he's little, because of the american cereal. pac fires back by calling him "águia," which means eagle in portugese. because. yk. bald eagles. and fit's bald. yk? eh? eh? :D

★ GUAPODUO

— oh, guapoduo... gatito e pequena aranha.... little kitty and little spider. so cute, so RIDICULOUSLY chaotic.

— roier is an enabler. there's no nice way to say it - he enables cellbit so hard. he squeals and laughs and cheers him on when he does stupid stunts and takes down mobs and play fights roughly, and cellbit is absolutely smitten with roier's laugh and will do anything to hear it.

— when cellbit's REALLY small, he just makes cat noises instead of using his words, and roier understands him (most of the time) anyway. roier becomes his translater, standing proud and tall, arms folded over his chest smugly while cellbit clings to him and rubs his face against roier's shoulder.

— they trade overwear! cellbit gets roier's hoodie, and roier gets cellbit's jacket. they love doing that, cellbit burrowing into the soft fabric and shoving his face into his hands, covered by the sleeves, so he can smell his guapito. and roier spins in circles to feel the jacket flare out, giggling happily at the feeling and holding the collar close to his face to breathe in the smell of his gatinho's favorite coffee blends.

— roier complains about cellbit's coffee breath when he's little, so whenever they're both small, the threat of withholding kisses is always enough to make cellbit give up his coffee and opt for juice, water, or milk instead. he's not a huge hot chocolate fan, and he's picky about tea, so cool drinks are a safer bet. roier doesn't REALLY hate cellbit's coffee breath so much, but he does think it's a bit stupid cellbit wants to drink it when he's little. clever little spider knows exactly how to get what he wants.

— cellbit's tail likes wrapping itself around roier's limbs when he's little, and roier likes petting cellbit's tail when HE'S little. a perfect win-win situation!

— to an outside eye, roier looks like he's taking care of cellbit pretty often. following him into trouble, petting his hair and ears, smothering him in love, giving cellbit disapproving scowls when he does something dumb.

— but internally, that's all in response to cellbit promising he'll always-always-always-forever protect roier, wandering off with the knowledge that if something happens, he'll sprint right back to roier's side. cellbit rubs his face on roier to make him smell like CELLBIT, helps him reach stuff on higher shelves - cellbit protects and looks out for roier, and roier does everything he can to return the favor in thanks.

— they don't USUALLY need supervision, but if they do, then getting jaiden, bad, foolish, or phil is a good idea. not quackity though, little cellbit isn't very fond of quackity. or his twin, for that matter (roier tries to help them get along! but cellbit is stubborn and possessive and hisses at quackity when he gets too close to HIS husband.)

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kn-1013 · 8 days ago

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Exploratory Surgery #4 - Whatever it takes

Summary: Sal tells Travis what really happens after death, and makes him promise something. Word Count: ~871 Rating: G Pairing: Sal/Travis Warnings: Existentialism, I guess?

A/N: I should clarify that Sal wasn't dead long enough for his soul to really do anything, and that this is his interpretation of events as a result.

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“I just think- it’s so fucking stupid, man. It’s just stupid, and embarrassing. To, y’know, be like this.” Travis tugged at his earlobe nervously. The cool lake water did nothing to cool the hot embarrassment lighting him up inside.

He’d never told anyone about… Whatever that was before. It was simply too stupid to talk about even if he did have friends to talk about it with. His weird little habit of reading his Moomin books and pretending he was a little kid again. Back when his mother was still around, and Mary still smiled and he was still friends with Larry and Ash, and things were easier. They were still hard, but they were easier.

He didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t know how to talk about it, but he’d seen Sal last fourth of July, when he didn’t have his meds. No mask, vomiting on the forest floor, so disoriented he didn’t know where he was. He screamed like death and called for his momma. When his father finally found them, Sal crawled into his arms like a young child, begging for papa to save him.

Whatever was wrong with Travis, Sal must’ve had it, too. That’s why he was the first and only person Travis would ever talk to about it.

But the way Sal scoffed chilled his shame and set a cold pit in his stomach in its place. “Who fuckin’ cares man? It’s not like anything matters anyway.” Sal blew the smoke from his cigarette out through the holes in his mask.

“You’re not planning to kill yourself any time soon, are you?” Travis paused his nervous habit and side-eyed Sal. Sal would never normally say something so pessimistic, and that only made his pit worse.

“No, no, it’s not like that. I just mean…” He sighed. “This is all we get, you know? When we’re gone, we’re gone. So who cares what makes you happy?” Sal shrugged, turning to look at Travis with his head cocked to the side in that way Sal always did.

Travis didn’t know how he felt about that, being raised Christian. “I guess.” He said noncommittally.

“When my face thing happened, I coded twice. I was fully dead for a couple of minutes total. You know what I saw while I was gone?” Sal continued staring ahead at the sunset, bumping the ash off his cigarette and onto the ground.

So there was actually some weight to Sal’s whole ‘dead boy’ schtick… He grabbed his fish necklace loosely, intrigued by Sal’s experiences with the other side. Well, as long as they weren’t his bullshit ghost stories. “What?” He asked.

“A big, fat load of jack fuckin’ shit.” Travis watched his adam’s apple bobble in his throat as he swallowed. “No light, no dead grandma welcoming me to the end, no voice of God. Not even any cool ghost shit.” He paused. “But you know what? It wasn’t bad. It felt nice.” That last part felt a bit too tacked on to feel natural.

In spite of Sal’s claim, Travis couldn’t help but feel a bit harrowed by this information. What about all those people that claimed to see things on the other side? Were they just lying? How did he know who to believe now? Was Sal just saying it was nice to make him feel better about it? He didn’t know where to even begin answering any of these questions.

“So who fucking cares, man. Who cares if you like kid’s stuff, I like kid’s stuff too. I like kid’s stuff, and I dress like a girl and I’ll fuck chicks and dudes, and I still like the Spice Girls, even though they’ve really fallen off these days, and I like romcoms, and mayonnaise, and maple syrup on my scrambled eggs, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks because this is all we get. I’m not gonna spend it being embarrassed to be alive, and you shouldn’t either. You hear me?” Sal still didn’t look at him.

“I’m gonna do whatever the fuck it takes to be happy. Because I have to.” Sal’s voice was so serious it was shaking.

Sal had never gotten this intense before. Even when he was trying to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that ghosts were real, even when he got so angry at Travis’s father that he couldn’t think in a straight line, he never got even a modicum close to the amount of intensity that Travis was feeling right now. There was something behind those words that went deep, deeper than his DNA, deeper than the molecules that made up his body, and straight into the celestial threads that stitched his soul together.

Whatever it was, Travis wasn’t convinced he shouldn’t be worried. With a furrowed brow, he reached over the tiny gap between them and grabbed the other boy’s hand. Sal took another drag from his cigarette before squeezing his hand back, putting his head on Travis’s shoulder as they stared at the sunset.

“Promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to be happy?” Sal said.

Travis exhaled harshly out of his nose with a grin. There he was, always looking out for Travis’s happiness.

“I promise.” Travis said.

#my fics #exploratory surgery #sally face #sal fisher #travis phelps #agere!travis #agere!sal #by technicality but thats not really what this fic is about #salvis #sal fisher/travis phelps

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