#They got wifi in prison?

[noireservoir]

[eyeofthemoose]

my work: nO phone policy!111!!!

also my work: *creates a company app for people to use for booking holiday and checking payslips and etc*

people: *continue to use phones on breaks bc it's a damn break*

my work: *gasps* *blocks the reception*

The end.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Declassified [7] - Whiskey

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves, you are so amazing🩷 I hope you like this chapter as well! 🥰 And please let me know what you think! 🩷

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Alcohol leads to honest promises.

Warnings: Explicit language, drinking, angst, yearning.

Word Count: 5050

Series Masterlist

After Bucky’s win, you and the rest of the team had about two months to move to DC.

And needless to say, things were quite chaotic.

“I’m telling you, the best way to get over a relationship is a new city,” Kelsey said while you kept your eyes on the computer screen, and Caleb laid on his back on top of his desk, scrolling on his phone. “So you scheduled your break up perfectly.”

“I did not schedule my break up, Kels,” you muttered and paused for a moment. “Although, it is a good idea if I ever decide to date again.”

“You will date again.”

“Not anytime soon.” You turned the screen to her. “What do we think about this apartment?”

“What are you guys doing here?” Bucky’s voice reached you and you all turned to him, Caleb sitting up as he entered the bullpen to approach your desk. You tried to ignore how fast your heartbeat got when he smiled at you, and you nodded at him before forcing yourself to turn your gaze to the screen again.

Play it cool.

“We figured we’d pay our respects to the office before we closed it down,” Kelsey said. “What are you doing here?”

“Sarah says the boys forgot a toy figurine here somewhere,” Bucky said. “Came to look for it, couldn’t find it—you are not supposed to be working this week.”

“We’re not working.”

“So you decided to come to the office that we’re closing down on your time off just because?”

You tilted your head. “That sounds like judgment from the man who’s standing in the same bullpen as we are.”

“That’s probably because I am judging,” Bucky pointed out. “And I have an actual reason to be here.”

“So do we,” you said. “We were feeling sentimental and the wifi here is better—Kels, the apartment?”

Kelsey took a peek at the screen. “Meh, maybe. Depends on which one would be my room. Caleb?”

“I don’t care as long as the living room is big,” Caleb said and Bucky looked between you, his brows pulling into a frown.

“You’re moving in together?”

“Mm hm.”

“All three of you?”

“You know how people bond in prison and stuff?” Caleb asked. “Turns out, the same thing happens when you work in politics.”

“I don’t know DC, Caleb has student loans and Birdie has just got out of a relationship,” Kelsey said. “We figured all three of us together equal one functional member of society.”

That made Bucky pause for a second, his gaze on you warming your cheeks while you forced yourself to keep your attention on the screen.

 “And are you okay?” he asked. “With the break up?”

…Fine.

Things with Bucky were still a little weird.

He was still dating Hazel, who did not like you, and sailing through this break up while also trying to change cities was not doing your anxiety any favors. Kelsey had a point, you did not think you could stay alone at least for a while, especially when your crush on Bucky was evolving every goddamn day.

Who was, to repeat, in a relationship.

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah I’m fine, I only cried for like two hours yesterday.”

“That’s why we’re getting you a new guy—”

“Already?”

 That made all of you turn to Bucky and he blinked a couple of times, then cleared his throat.

“I just mean…” He motioned vaguely. “You know, there’s nothing wrong with waiting a little. You just broke up with the guy.”

“I downloaded a bunch of apps after I broke up with my last boyfriend, and we weren’t even together for the quarter of time she was with that asshole,” Kelsey stated and Bucky’s frown deepened.

“You’re on apps now?”

“I’m not on anything except real estate sites,” you announced and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought the exhale that left Bucky’s lips was one of relief. “And I’m not dating anyone for a while.”

“Birdie, you need to go on a couple of dates to at least catch up.”

Bucky made a face. “Catch up?”

 “Look at her, she’s like a newborn deer!” Caleb reached out to squeeze your cheeks “All clueless about how hard it is out there!”

You batted his hand away.

“I will kick your ass if I have to,” you grumbled, clicking on another listing while Kelsey nodded solemnly.

“She is a newborn deer and there are wolves out there, Bucky.”

“Don’t ask why they’re like this because I don’t have a good answer,” you told Bucky who scoffed a laugh as you pulled open your drawer to pull out a file. “By the way, I forgot to put it in the boxes and we sent most of them away. Want me to drop it off at your place later on?”

“Would you?”

“Oh yeah, I have to go to the bank around the neighborhood anyway. No problem.”

“You still have my key, right?”

“Mm hm,” you said and checked the time. “You should get going by the way. You have that lunch thing.”

“Hold on, how did you…?”

“Checking your calendar is muscle memory at this point, I do it every day.”

“To repeat, you’re supposed to be relaxing, not working.”

“And you’re supposed to be on your way to lunch.” You shot him a smug grin. “So how about you worry about the material of your own house instead of throwing stones?”  

Bucky held up his hands, gesturing surrender.

“Let me know if you see any toy figurines here?”

“Will do!” you said as he walked away and Caleb laid down on the desk again, then rolled onto his side.

“We all agree that he wants you, right?”

“He wants his girlfriend, Caleb.”

“In his defense, you had a boyfriend when he got himself a girlfriend,” Kelsey said, making your jaw clench. “He can’t just drop her the moment you break up with your boyfriend.”

“He can, actually.” Caleb commented and Kelsey shook her head.

“I was with the guy 24/7 during the election time, so trust me, he won’t. He was raised to be the perfect 40s gentleman, things worked differently when it came to relationships back then, so he thinks he can’t, at least not right now. If we look at it from his perspective—”

“We’re not going to look at anything from his perspective because there’s nothing to look at.” You cut her off, then turned the screen to her again. “Check this out?”

                                                  *

You liked Bucky’s apartment.

You didn’t know if it was because there were many things that looked like they didn’t belong to this century or the scent of him that lingered, but whenever you visited you always felt relaxed.

“Hi Alpine.” You bent down to pet the white furball when she came to greet you at the door with a meow. “Aren’t you the prettiest princess? Hm? Aren't you the cutest kitty?”

She purred, bumping her head on your ankle.

“I got you your favorite treat, just give me one sec,” you said as you made your way to Bucky’s study to put the file on his desk, and Alpine darted back to the hallway. You approached the phonograph at the corner of the room to take a peek at the records, running your fingertips over a Ella Fitzgerald record before the sound of keys jingling reached your ears, making your head whip around when you heard your name being spat in distaste.

“No I’m telling you, I don’t trust her,” Hazel’s voice was clear as the door closed and your eyes widened.

“Shit…” you whispered, looking around in frenzy before you rushed to the desk to get under it, her footsteps going past the study.

Alright.

Maybe you had not thought this through.

There was no way you could just announce your presence now, and judging by how angry she had said your name, you figured it would’ve made things even more awkward than they already were.

Trust Bucky to give his keys three months into the relationship.

“No I just dropped by his place, I forgot my fucking—oh here it is.” Her voice got closer before she entered the study and flung herself on the couch, making you grimace.

Fuck.

Through the small crack, you could see her putting her phone on the small coffee table by the couch before she stretched out.

“I’m so tired.”

“I just think you’re stressed out over nothing,” A female voice said from the speaker and Hazel groaned.

“It’s not nothing,” she insisted. “I’m telling you, she wants him. And if you saw that hug…”

Jesus Christ, what was it with everyone and that hug?

“It was just a hug.”

“He has never hugged me like that,” Hazel replied. “He didn’t even hug me like that that night!”

“I’d say he hugged you plenty for the rest of the night,” A laugh echoed in the room and Hazel scoffed.

“Sex with Bucky…” she trailed off, making your heart skip a beat. “Trust me, that’s a whole new level but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Great. This was just great.

Not only were you crushing on your boss, you now had to listen to the said boss’s sex life with his girlfriend while you were hiding from the aforementioned girlfriend under his desk.

All because you had to be nice and volunteer to drop that file off while he wasn’t home.

“Bucky has this wall around him.” Hazel’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “And no matter how perfect the sex is, the moment you so much as approach that wall, he just shuts down.”

Your eyes widened when you saw Alpine peek her head around the desk before she happily jumped into your lap, pushing at your folded legs.

“What are you doing?” you mouthed as if she could answer you, but she only head-butted your knee, then blinked up at you, making you run a hand over your face before you started scratching at her head.

This was not what you had imagined when you applied for a job in politics.

“And you know how it is,” she said. “Young female aide gives him puppy dog eyes whenever he’s around and the next thing you know…”

Alpine gave you a quizzical look and you rolled your eyes, then shook your head.

“I get it, but she’s been around him for a while now and nothing happened.”

“She has a boyfriend.”

Ah.

Bucky hadn’t told her about your breakup then.

“And he has a girlfriend,” her friend insisted. “A hot, successful, wealthy girlfriend, he’s not gonna throw that away for some dumb girl. And besides, you’re much hotter.”

The interesting thing was that Kelsey had said the exact same thing about you just a week ago.

“I don’t know,” Hazel said with a sigh. “I feel like I’m trespassing sometimes. Maybe he doesn’t actually like me. I mean, even his cat doesn’t like me.”

You looked down at Alpine who was kneading your leg while purring and ran your fingers through her soft fur.

“It’s a damn cat, Haze.”

Hazel scoffed a laugh. “I know it’s been only three months but I really like him, you know?”

Oh, you definitely knew the feeling.

“And I want to make it work, but I’m not sure if I can if she’s in the picture,” she said. “Not to mention they’ll both be in DC—”

“His whole team is moving there, not just her,” her friend reminded her. “And if she’s bothering you that much, just tell Bucky to fire her.”

That made your hand stop mid-air.

Excuse you?

“I mentioned it to him the other day,” Hazel said, making your jaw drop. “And at first he genuinely thought it was a joke as if even the idea is unthinkable, so he laughed it off but when he saw I was serious, it got kind of…tense.”

“Tense?”

“He just shut it down, refused to even talk about it, and he was so cold that—it’s like she’s his line in the sand. Untouchable.”

“No she’s not,” her friend said. “Honestly, I doubt he even thinks about her outside work. He just wants to keep her because she is good at her job, nothing more.”

Hazel rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna tell you something but you can’t call me paranoid.”

“Shoot.”

“I’m not sure but last night it kind of sounded like he muttered her name in his sleep.”

Her friend’s laugh was loud enough to cover the small gasp that left your lips, making you put your hand over mouth and you closed your eyes shut, half expecting Hazel to approach the table but thankfully, she hadn’t heard it.

“Paranoid.”

“It really sounded like that!”

“As I said, you’re being paranoid,” she said. “Haze, relax. The great Bucky Barnes is all yours, with or without that starry-eyed girl in the picture.”

That made you bite inside your cheek, the familiar ache twisting your stomach and she got up from the couch, making your head whip up.

“Gotta go, I’ll call you later,” she said and hung up, then walked out of the study before you heard the front door open, and close again.

Relief hit you so hard that you felt dizzy, and you let out a breath before carefully lifting Alpine from your lap to come out from under the desk.

“Well that was a new low, wasn’t it?” you muttered and turned to Alpine. “Come on, I’ll give you your food in the kitchen.”

Alpine followed you to the kitchen and jumped on the kitchen island as you rummaged through your purse to take out a can of wet food. You opened it and put it in front of her, and she dug in while you heaved a sigh, trailing your fingers over her fur.

“You know, contrary to what she thinks, I am not dumb,” you said. “I get why she doesn’t like me. I don’t like her either, but mine is because of the jealousy that Bucky is dating her, which I know, I know; that’s very immature and I shouldn’t do it but come on, she wants to get me fired.”

Alpine didn’t even lift her head.

“She asked him to fire me!” you insisted. “There’s a line, seriously. I would never do that, regardless of how jealous I was. You don’t fuck with people’s jobs.”

Unsurprisingly, Alpine was more interested in her food than your rambling.

“Your father doesn’t like me that way, for the record,” you added. “And I do not give anyone puppy dog eyes, okay? That’s just how I look at people.”

She finished her food and raised her head, licking around her mouth and you huffed out, then threw the can in the trash.

“I’ll bring you another one the next time if you promise not to tell your dad.”

“Mrow?”

“Good, you got yourself a deal,” you said and pressed a kiss on the top of her head, then grabbed your purse and walked out of the apartment.

                                                *

Going into the bank, getting stuff done and getting out was supposed to be fast but you could hardly focus on anything, your mind still replaying what Hazel had said about Bucky saying your name in his sleep over and over again. You wondered whether there was even a slight chance it was anything close to your dreams because more than once you had woken up, breathing out Bucky’s name, your whole body on fire, your mind fuzzy—

No way.

Bucky dreaming about you only existed in Hazel’s mind, nothing more.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you barely heard someone calling out your name, but as soon as you did, your head whipped around.

What in the goddamn fuck was with you running into people in this city at the most inconvenient time possible?

“Hi Tessa,” you said, plastering a smile on your face. “What a coincidence.”

“Hi,” she said, shifting her weight from one foot to other. “How have you been? Max mentioned…”

She trailed off, averting her eyes from you and you waved a hand in the air.

“Oh I’m totally fine. How about you?”

“I’m good,” she said. “I saw Barnes won the election, that’s great! I voted for him.”

“Aw thanks,” you said. “Max didn’t but um—I appreciate it.”

“He didn’t?”

“Nope,” you said. “Long story. How about you, how is work?”

“It’s good. So since he won, are you gonna move to DC?”

“Yeah.”

“Should be fun,” she said. “Listen, I know you barely know me but I know how stressful this whole thing can be, so if you need anything about the moving stuff, just let me know.”

“Thank you so much,” you said and she waved a hand in the air, then stepped in to hug you, the heavy perfume tickling the bridge of your nose, making you grimace.

That somehow smelled familiar—

Oh.

Oh, that motherfucker…

You could feel your jaw clench as the realization dawned on you, and she pulled back to smile at you.

“I shouldn’t keep you long, I’m sure you have so much to do,” she said. “But like I said, anything I can do, let me know.”

You gawked at her for a couple of seconds before you took a deep breath.

“Do you mind if I take you up on that offer now?”

“Sure thing!”

“Good. Can you tell me how long Max has been fucking you behind my back?”

That wiped the smile off her face, making her swallow thickly as a nervous laugh spilled from her lips.

“I don’t—I—” she stammered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do,” you said, your voice calm despite the anger burning in your veins, and her chin trembled as if she was on the verge of tears. “Is that why you asked about DC? You think I’ll somehow get him back if I stay here?”

She didn’t answer, just stared at you with tears in her eyes and you scoffed a laugh.

“Unbelievable,” you murmured and shrugged your shoulders. “No need to worry, he’s all yours.”

“It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, I—”

“You can have him.” You managed to grin at her. “I mean it, Tessa. I don’t give a fuck about him. Enjoy your weekly five minutes of missionary while he watches the stock market on his phone beside your pillow.”

 With that, you walked away from her, leaving her there dumbfounded.

                                           *

At this point, you were beginning to feel like this damn office had a hold on you with how you kept finding yourself in it, but you needed a place to hang out until you met with Caleb and Kelsey, so you figured you could do some more research on apartments in DC.

That wasn’t the surprising part. The surprising part was that when you walked in, Bucky’s office light was on and you could hear the shuffling coming from inside. You frowned and looked over your shoulder, then grabbed the nearest file and stepped closer to the office, holding the file over your head, ready to strike any potential burglars but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Bucky in the office, staring at you like he could hear you coming from a mile away.

Which, he probably could.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” you asked back and he motioned at the office.

“Looking for the goddamn toy. Why are you holding a file?”

“I thought you were a burglar,” you said, lowering the file and Bucky tilted his head.

“You were going to beat the burglar with the clean energy draft meeting minutes?”

“I’m not open to constructive criticism after the day I had, Bucky,” you said and tossed the file on the couch. “Did you find the toy yet?”

“No.”

You furrowed your brows. “Aren’t you supposed to be good at this? You used to be a super soldier spy.”

“A super soldier assassin,” he corrected you. “Finding toys was not my expertise.”

You heaved a sigh, then went over to his drawer to pull it open, making him shake his head.

“I already checked there.”

“And your desk?”

“Yeah.”

You put your hands on your hips to look around the room, then pointed at the couch. “Here?”

“I lifted it, it’s not under it.”

You made your way to the couch to pull at the cushions, then stuck your hand between and felt around before your hand touched something plastic. You curled your fingers around it, pulled it back, and held the small figurine up, grinning at Bucky.

“There we go.”

“Thank you,” he said and you tossed it to him for him to catch it mid-air. He put it into his pocket, then leaned back to his desk.

“You okay?” he asked. “What are you doing here again?”

“I’ll just use the wifi and feel sorry for myself until Caleb and Kels pick me up. So don’t let me keep you.”

“Feeling sorry for yourself?” he repeated. “What happened?”

I hid under your desk from your girlfriend, heard about your sex life, bribed your cat with wet food and then found out my ex was cheating on me. Did you really say my name in your sleep?

That was not a good conversation starter.

“Just a bad day,” you muttered. “But hey, see you later—”

“I’m not letting you feel sorry for yourself all by yourself,” Bucky cut you off and you arched a brow.

“Bucky.”

“No way.”

“Don’t you have stuff to do?”

“It can wait,” he said and you heaved a sigh, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Fine,” you said. “Wanna pregame and raid Paul’s secret stash?”

“Paul has a secret stash?”

You let out a laugh, then wiggled your brows and walked out of his office with him following you.

                                                    *

Paul was an asshole but even you had to admit, he had good taste in booze.

“Is that crack on the ceiling new, or did I just not look at the ceiling the whole time I worked here?” you mused, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you laid on the floor and Bucky took a swig of whiskey from the bottle, then held it out for you.

“It’s not new.”

“Really?” You sat up and leaned your back to the leg of your desk before taking a sip as well. “Interesting.”

“Birdie.”

“Hm?”

“What happened?” he asked softly and you pouted your lips, then took another sip.

“Do you remember Max?”

Bucky pulled his brows together.

“Your ex whom you broke up with just a month ago?” he asked. “The name does ring a bell.”

“Did you know he’s an asshole?”

“Yeah I did, funnily enough.”

You dragged your tongue over your teeth. “Today I found out he was cheating on me.”

 Bucky frowned. “What?”

“Remember the perfume?” you asked. “The girl he was cheating on me with, I ran into her today, she wears that perfume. That motherfucker gifted me the same perfume so that I wouldn’t notice when he showed up smelling like her.”

He gawked at you and you nodded your head.

“I know, right?”

“He is capable of planning all that?”

“Max can be very clever when it comes to his self-interest,” you said. “I was in a relationship with him for seven years, I—”

“Seven years?” Bucky cut you off and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah.”

“Seven years and no ring?” he asked as if he wanted to make sure and you tilted your head, a huff of laughter escaping you.

“Why hello, senior citizen from Greatest Generation,” you taunted him. “Things work a bit differently nowadays.”

“In my day, seven months was too much.”

“I once spent seven months trying to pick a sofa,” you replied. “That’s not gonna happen. And to repeat, different century.”

Bucky took the bottle to take a sip, then put it down.

“Wait, did you say you ran into the girl?”

“Mm hm,” you said. “And you know what’s weird? I’m not even angry at her, I feel sorry for her.”

“How’s that?”

“Max was—well, he was obviously my first actual serious relationship,” you said. “So now that I think about it, now that I’m not in it, I can see that a lot of things in that relationship were designed to make him feel good and not me. He even—” You let out a laugh. “Okay, I am about to spill a sex secret that will be very traumatizing for your generation, you ready?”

Bucky motioned for you to wait for a second, took another sip of whiskey and nodded at you.

“Yeah, go.”

“You thought I was weird for checking my emails right after sex, right?”

“That is very weird.”

“Listen to this; Max and I would only have sex for five minutes because that was the most he could stay away from work,” you said. “And during those five minutes, his phone would be right beside my pillow so that he could check his investments and see if something was up with work.”

He blinked a couple of times, staring at you.

“One time,” you said and sipped the whiskey. “One time, while his phone was charging, he started a chronometer on his smartwatch so that he could make sure it’d be five minutes—Bucky, you should see your face, you look more traumatized than I was and I actually lived it.”

“Tell me you’re joking,” he managed to say and you shook your head.

“Nope.”

“I can beat this guy up.”

“No.”

“Please let me beat this guy up.”

“No.”

“Birdie—”

“I don’t give a fuck about him, I just can’t believe he made me do all that and then went behind my back and did that. Like what, additional five minutes in a supply closet or something?”

“And you were in love with this prick for seven years?” he asked, dumbfounded, and you grimaced.

“Of course I wasn’t.”

That made his head shoot up and he stared at you in complete silence for a couple of seconds, then licked his lips.

“You told me…” he trailed off, a bitter smile twitching his mouth like he couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea. “You told me you were in love with him.”

“That, my friend, is called overcompensating,” you stated. “I figured if I convinced people, I could convince myself. Funny how it doesn’t work like that.”

He ran a hand over his face, his jaw tightening.

“We were though, at first,” you said. “But I mean, who knows? Maybe it never was good and he was a selfish cheating asshole and I didn’t see it. I don’t know.”

He dropped his head back with a soft thud against the desk, letting out an exasperated breath.

 “For God’s sake, Birdie.”

“And I am not even sad that I broke up with him, I’m just sad that—” You nibbled on your lip, then slid a little on the ground with a huff. “It was easier to ignore it when I was with Max.”

“Ignore what?” Bucky asked and you dug the heels of your palms on your eyes like it could help push back the tears, then dropped your hands.

“I have this voice in my head,” you rasped out. “All the time.”

Bucky’s gaze on you was almost too hot. “What does it say?”

“That…” It felt like you were swallowing coals. “That it’s too difficult. To love me. That—that no one will fall in love with me.”

 A stunned silence fell upon the office. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the confusion on Bucky’s face like he couldn’t tell whether you were serious or not, but realization dawned on him after a couple of seconds, making him exhale. You could still feel his piercing blue eyes on you, but you made yourself busy with peeling the label off the whiskey bottle, sniffling.

His voice was low when he spoke: “I’ve got bad news for that voice.”

You raised your brows, still busy with the label. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Someone will kill it one day.”

That made you huff out a laugh and you rubbed at your eye with the back of your hand before turning to see him watching you with a fond light in his gaze. You scrunched up your nose, then held out your pinky, coaxing a chuckle out of him before he reached out to hook his pinky with yours, a warmth spreading from your hand to your whole body.

“Someone will kill it like an assassin,” you said, determination laced in your tone as you stuck your nose in the air and he gave you a soft smile.

“Someone will kill it,” he repeated. “Like an assassin.”

It felt physically impossible to look away from his handsome face, and you could feel your heartbeat getting faster, but before you could say anything he frowned and turned his head like he—

“Birdie? You here?”

Of course Bucky had heard Caleb before you.

You slowly pulled your hand back and cleared your throat, trying to pull yourself together as you stood up.

“Paul’s office!”  

Caleb’s footsteps came closer before he peeked his head in.

“Hey,” he said, his eyes darting between you two as Bucky stood up as well. “Kels is outside. Bucky, are you joining us? We’re gonna do shots.”

Bucky shook his head.

“I’m gonna go home, but you guys have fun.” He stole a look at you. “And be safe please?”

“Always am,” you said with a small smile and followed Caleb out of the office, then both of you stepped outside to approach Kelsey.

“Did I interrupt something?” Caleb teased you, making Kelsey raise her brows.

“What’s going on?”

“She was drinking whiskey with Bucky in the office.”

Kelsey’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“Anything you’d like to share with the class, Birdie?”

“Oh, not much,” you said as you started walking with them rushing to catch up with you. “Today I found out I have been cheated on, that Hazel hates me and asked Bucky to fire me and that apparently, Bucky is perfect in bed. But hey, how was your day?”   

Chapter 8

[fashion-runways]

hi!! new pinned post, because the last one had gotten long again-- if you want to read previous posts, here's the first one, here's the second one. the tl;dr from those is that my dad got wrongfully imprisoned abruptly, our place was raided, the cops broke a bunch of shit and took a bunch of our things and still haven't returned them, they left all the broken things for us to spend money in repairing, we had to spend money on a lawyer, trips to visit him, new clothes, medicine and food for him in jail, etc. it was a mess, way more details in both posts. he's back home now, with an ankle monitor because technically his case isn't being investigated yet, they haven't done anything about it at all, the case hasn't moved one ounce lmao it's great, always trust the judicial system and cops!! ugh, anyway!

we found a therapist for my dad who can help her deal with all the stuff he had to deal with while in prison, all the bullying, the depression, the starving, the separation, etc. he needs to get a bunch of other medical appointments, has to get surgery, among other things, but for now things are much better on that front. that being said, he did lose his job and my old redbubble account got suspended without a warning months ago, plus argentina's economy is... really bad right now. food prices rise every day, public transportation prices went up like a 200% in a couple of weeks, salaries are low and stuck there, subsidies are gone, the local peso keeps falling, we have an absolute psychopath as a president who spends more time insulting or threatening anyone who oppose him than caring about people. it's a disaster. for updates on argentina in english, this person on twitter makes very good informative threads if you're interested.

anyway, i used to make around 30/40 dollars a month in redbubble, and that used to help adding up to the donations i got here, and it got suspended, so now i make like 1/2 dollars on teepublic monthly. so... it's a huge loss. there's a lot of things me and my mom are in charge of paying-- groceries, power and water and gas, medicine (she's diabetic, i have some sort of chronic sinusitis), our dog and cat's food and medicines, wifi, phone bills, public transportation, healthcare, my dad's new therapist... so, you know, i really need anything people can donate. even if it's just a single dollar, literally any amount helps. i love fashion so much and i love this blog, i work really hard on it even when my brain says no, and i really appreciate how much you guys love it too. i love seeing people discover new styles, new designers, new things to be inspired by. so, yeah... i'm never going anywhere, but i do need help to basically stay afloat.

as usual, my kofi link is this one: https://ko-fi.com/fashionrunways and my teepublic link is this one: https://www.teepublic.com/user/dinah-lance. thanks for being around and sharing and reblogging my posts, thanks for asking questions about fashion, and of course thanks for helping to the ones who can, and thanks to the ones who can't too, i know how that feels like, don't worry about it. love you 💖

[strangelittlestories]

“So how did you capture the demon?”

The wizard unholstered her tablet, a battered android covered in cheap stickers of arcane sigils.

“I drew a binding circle on Canva, popped the grimoire on kindle, then had it read the incantation via text-to-speech.” She flicked on the lock screen and a furious demon face appeared, screaming silently. “It's stuck here for now. I just have to remember to keep the WiFi off so it can't get out.”

“Clever.” The librarian flicked a switch and a bookcase swung open to reveal the torch-lit cavern of the restricted section. “But we'll need to find a more permanent prison.”

“We could stick it on a SIM and transfer it to another device.”

“It’d need to be something reliable.”

“Yeah, something that'll run forever. If the power dies or the software borks, the wards will fail.”

“And it'd need to be durable.”

“Damn near indestructible.”

“I’ve got an old Nokia 3310 in the archives, I think.”

“Perfect.” The wizard grinned. “Plus, it'll be able to play Snake.”

“Should keep it occupied for a century or two, yeah.”

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[enokito]

Key | Back to Basics

I still don’t know how to format on tumblr so I’m basically just copying the way Saiint does it except also I’m on my phone

Inspired by her post on what kind of small sentimental items Ken might like to keep in their pockets. I like physical security pen-testing content, therefore my Kenadian operates somewhere in between irl security bypass strategies (slipping latches, picking locks, copying keys) and minecraft escapist tech.

WC: 715 | divider

First of all, Kenadian doesn’t consider himself a very sentimental person. He’s practical above all else, and has to be – he’s an escapist, after all, and the first part of escaping involves being (at least nominally) imprisoned. He’s honed himself, like a blade, to be excellent at this one particular thing, and so he sheds all excess like water, in favor of absolute practicality. An earring can get ripped out during a particularly tricky crawl glitch or pearl clip, a necklace can get caught on something and strangle or garrote him, anything reflective can catch a glimmer of light directly into a guard’s eye and get him caught.

Second of all, items can be lost or stolen even more easily than memories, and he wouldn’t be able to handle it. The idea of coming home and feeling unfamiliar walls closing in on him, the idea of seeing a photograph of himself with his friends, and not being able to recognize any of the faces (not even his own)…

Ken avoids stuff that freaks him out, and part of honing himself like a blade means that he operates on a hair trigger. And either way he prefers his life of transience, hopping from place to place, keeping small bases knowing that they’re impermanent, passing out on a friend’s couch after a few days of going non-stop. It’s fun, he loves adventure and playing with danger, and he loves narrowly slipping through to the other side and showing up at Avatar’s place unexpectedly. Therefore, Avatar is the one with his prison escape speedrun times framed on his wall; Wato is the one with the massive folder of all his escape room blueprints, Jammin’s got a pile of his laundry at her place even though he basically wears the same hoodie and black work pants every day.

But the carabiner clipped to his belt loop to hang at his hip, a matte steel gray and perfectly innocuous, is a gift from Wifies. The keyed-alike group set of keys he still uses are from Wato and his lockpicks are from Avatar, his under door tool is from Tundra and his traveler’s hook is from Void, his RFID badges were all printed and programmed by Maximum. He even still has the pair of binoculars Cory gave him while they were together, though he doesn’t use them anymore, and has gone back to just lowering his FOV or using optifine zoom. Jammin is also more of a builder than an escape artist, but he just ends up with more dresses and skirts and high socks whenever he stays the night with her, which he’s not gonna complain about.

The point is, his closest friends catch on to what kind of items have a chance of making it into his everyday carry packs, and gift him accordingly (if Parrot catches on one of these days, he is willing to finally get rid of those binoculars in favor of a spyglass).

When he’s in the zone, the pieces of a puzzle forcing everything else out of his brain, or when he’s on really good pace for a speedrun of some gauntlet or obstacle course, or holding his breath against the wall as guards make their rounds less than a meter away, Kenadian doesn’t need to be reminded of his friends. Would really prefer not to be distracted, in fact, since a single lapse in focus could get him caught or force him to reset the room entirely. But he’s also not mad when he notices the nail polish chipping off his fingers and realizes he hasn’t talked to another person in way too long.

He might not keep a permanent residence of his own, but that means “coming home” can also mean greeting Wifies with a peck on the cheek and begging Wato to mend a tear in his hoodie from when it got caught on some dripstone, a mug of tea at Seawatt’s kitchen counter, seeing friends who don’t mind getting woken up in the middle of the night by Ken’s arrival at their back door. Ken belongs to himself before anybody else, won’t change who he is even with handcuffs around his wrists and a netherite ax held to his throat, but the people who love him don’t demand him to.

[airysthinkingbox]

I saw the "rant" idk how to call it about parrot and how most people sees him as

AND OH MY GOD THATS SO TRUE, PARROT IS JUST SOOO

Like he's not a villain persay but he's not a good guy ether, most of what he does is for himself.

We actually see that happened a few time especially in recent episodes

He's selfish, he's a narcissist but because he work for a somewhat good thing and out of the main 3 now 4 he is the more "good" one

I've even seen people say that he was lawful good, and I disagree with that as he's not good, he's true neutral at best

i completely agree oh my god im glad im calling fellow uuparrot dislikers with that post

all of the protagonists are, objectively, bad people. they've each killed, lied, schemed, scammed, and more to other characters, even other protags. but, at the same time, you can justify that they are all also objectively good people (except maybe spoke bro, he's the closest to a villain protagonist). they care about and protect their friends and those close to them (parrot with dean, wifies, the farlands, prison break gang, and BAT. wemmbu with egg, rejoice, and lopezz. spoke with mapicc and leo during the infiltration episode. flame with ashen). they all do things typically considered "heroic" but they also do things that are considered "villainous" (parrot killing that one innocent guy at the start of his finale episode, risking BAT's life for his own. wemmbu with her several counts of murder and "mistreating" of egg, rejoice, and lopezz. spoke with... his entire season 2... and killing rose. flame with terrorizing wemmbu and also having several counts of murder).

i don't fault any of them for their villainous deeds. parrot genuinely thought the guy was a spy for the mafia, and hasn't learned to care for anyone outside of wifies around most of the "BAT risking their lives for him" incidents. all wemmbu's known on this server has been to kill, it's only natural that'd she think it's her only use. spoke is.. well, spoke (he is so irredeemable oh my god). and we don't know enough about flame to make a judgement on his character yet, but we can still tell that he does it because he CARES.

i also will not put them on a pedestal for the smallest heroic deed- which is something i think a lot of uuparrot fans struggle with. parrot does ONE good thing and he's considered the best protagonist, but (and using wemmbu as a comparison as he has the secondmost uu episodes) wemmbu has to do so many good things to even TRY to compete with parrot. they've all done equally terrible things- some i haven't named simply because i can't think of them right now- so it makes no sense why we put parrot above the other protagonists.

i specifically compared parrot and wemmbu, as they had both gone through the same thing- watching their friend die in front of them. parrot gets sympathy from fans because of odyssey duo and he's so closed off about it. that's understandable and i don't fault parrot for shutting down after his longest known friend on the server died in front of him. but parrot sympathizers make him seem like an angel who lost its wings.

wemmbu went through the same thing- not only having rejoice die in front of her eyes, but also have egg leave her not to long after. eggchan, the person wemmbu knew BEFORE unstable. eggchan, the person who has been by wemmbu's side in her darkest and brightest moments. i imagine rejoice's death hit harder too, as he died RIGHT in front of wemmbu, said his last words to her.

im not saying wifies' death didn't have an emotional impact, but we shouldn't put down the emotional impact wemmbu had from rejoice's death either.

we should NOT be villainizing wemmbu for dealing with her grief differently than parrot. they both close off and don't talk about it; the difference being that parrot actually does NOTHING about it, and by nothing i mean NOTHING- meanwhile wemmbu lashed out. she got angry. she trapped jaden in the abandoned/ancient civ. she killed those new players. she got blood on her hands. it's all she's ever known on this server, so why wouldn't it be her coping mechanism as well?

we shouldn't be placing them on unequal moral stand points. all of the protagonists are terrible, god awful people that you wouldn't want to be your friend in real life. None. Of. Them. not even precious parrotx2.

[poetrex]

Littoral Combat Song (One Piece At A Time)

Well, I left Kentucky back in 2006, And moved to Mobile to work on ships— First year, they had me weldin' plates on LCS-2. Every day I'd see her high and dry, And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry 'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and blue. So one day I devised myself a scheme, an' It's the envy of most any seaman— I'd sneak it out there in whatever I could fit it in. Now gettin' caught meant goin' to prison, But if a diesel engine or two went missin' I'd have me a boat worth at least a half a billion. I'd get it one piece at a time, And it wouldn't cost me a dime. You'll know it's me when I come through your sound. I'm gonna sail around Austal style, Gonna drive Lockheed Martin wild 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. So the very next day when I punched in To distribute lethality with some help from a friend, I left that day with a lunchbox full of gears. I've never considered myself a thief, But GD wouldn't miss just one little piece, Especially if I strung it out over several years. The first day I got me a stator vane; The next day I got me a whole A-frame, Then the turbochargers, compressor, and that alternator. Little things I could fit in my hands Like nuts an' bolts, and most of the cams, But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's flatbed trailer. Now, my plan was workin' out just fine Til' at last that trimaran was mine, But during sea trials, we faced significant hurdles. See, one crankshaft was from LCS-3, And the shaft seal was a bit leaky— She made over fifty knots, but only in circles. So we upgraded her Mission Module, And with a little bit of help from a Youtube video, We fixed her waterjets and that helped a lot. Now the weapons was another sight— Gold Crew removed the 57 one night 'Cause they found that it interfered with their wifi hotspot. The superstructure looked funny too, But we put it together and when we got through, Well, that's when we noticed that we only had one bridge wing. Then we had a small explosion; Some minor issues with aggressive corrosion, But other than that, she'll take you for a helluva spin. But when we took her out for a shakedown cruise To show the flag and spread the news, I could hear everybody laughin' up in OPNAV. Now, CNO didn't find it amusing 'Cause when they showed up, I expected a bruisin' But they promoted me to NAVSEA, even let me pick my own staff. I got it one piece at a time, And it didn't cost me a dime! You'll know it's me when I come through your sound. I'm gonna sail around Austal style, Gonna drive Lockheed Martin wild 'Cause I got the only one there is around.

HOOYAH! Red Ryder this is the USS Dale Earnhardt saying Bravo Zulu to all our Navy team, and She's not a corvette, do not call it a corvette.

And negatory on the cost of this here mow-chine Red Ryder, You might say I won it in a no-bid contract. It's cheaper that way.

Uh, what Mission Package is it? Well, it's a Surface Warfare SSM Counter Unmanned Aircraft System Anti-Air, Counter-Mine, Counter-Anti-Submar-ine High-Energy Laser Littoral Combat Ship.

Yeah, a VLS PDS Aviation Countermeasures, ALMDS UISS DEW and Knifefish operator, Agile and modular Littoral Combat Ship!

[weebsinstash]

I could make a big post about it but I was watching a video review of The Substance and it reminds me so much of those ideas I was sharing for a Hazbin Reader who is splitting your time between your true robot body and a fake body you can customize and make look however you want, but you eventually have to go back to the body you hate because you have to charge your internal battery that you use to basically wifi connect into your doll

Now I actually really want to write it but I also have so many conflicting ideas and now itll sound like I'm copying a little ^^;

But like, really, it just really lines up so perfectly: how it's only you in both bodies, no other consciousness or anything, but your self loathing and self esteem is so fractured, that self hatred so strong, that your fake customizable body becomes the ideal you whereas your true "ugly" body becomes something you almost try and separate from your entire identity, like a completely separate person

The true you resenting all the fun the other you gets to have while you're plugged in a dark closet you've all but sealed shut from the outside and put a doggy door in so you can just pass food and whatever through to your other self. The fake customized you actively looking down on the actual real you like some disgusting loser. You're both loving and hating yourself, but also, maybe you're not entirely happy with your fake body either. You're always making minor tweaks, a little shorter, a little taller, a few more pigments of this in your skin, in your hair, adjust the size of your hips--

I dunno, I just want your yandere boyfriend or soulmate or stalker or whatever to just, find you charging in that closet and they're looking around and seeing the sheer extent of what you've been doing yourself and just being, like, legitimately shocked by it, like disgusted but on your behalf, they can't even believe you've been doing this to yourself

They open your closet and you've cleared everything out of there and it's literally just been completely converted to a living space/prison. You've got cords running under the door for a lamp and a mini fridge. You've got books in there. There's art supplies where you paint and draw in your solitude. Not all of the art is. Pleasant. The themes of self hatred and self harm are heavy, and perhaps your body shows certain damage to it to confirm that those aren't just thoughts but actions you occasionally take.

It's just, there's no polite way to say it's just completely undignified and embarrassing but also it's just, they basically enter that closet and look around and slowly piece everything together and it just really cements in their mind, "oh, honey, you are SO sick 🥺❤️" and they kind of, never want to, let you out of their sight or never not want to know what you're doing because, Jesus christ you had them completely fooled. They had no idea you were doing this. Your true body may even be malnourished because you didn't even fucking care about having it fully fed or didn't want to "waste the money on it"

Maybe it got so bad you wouldn't even "let yourself out" to even bathe, also symbolic of how someone with severe depression who doesn't have any plans or appointments may just go an entire week without showering or something

Could you even imagine. Reader having like. A Supreme Mental Illness Moment where you get so, I don't even know, angry and sad and hopeless of yourself that you legitimately try to destroy your true body in hopes that your consciousness would stay in the fake one. Like you're actually genuinely LITERALLY trying to kill the parts of you that you hate. They catch you either about to take a hammer to yourself or you're like literally outside in a scrapyard trying to put your real body into the giant hydraulic presses they use to turn junk cars into mangled cubes

I dunno if i have the heart to watch that full movie because it'll definitely hit too close to home but... yeah I just still think constantly of our poor little closet prisoner Reader and all the lengths they go to to deceive Alastor or Vox or whomever to hide your true self, and then, the SECOND they see the real you, it's just, not even a question of getting rid of your puppet body. They'll never let you go back. And of course, now they have to absolutely drown you with love and affection because holy shit girl you live like this??? You've been doing this to yourself??? Get loved and appreciated, idiot. Get pampered and adored, dummy. They're lovemaxxing and you're getting totally girlfriendpilled, goofy

[pineconnie]

Tbf I feel that Parrot does show that he is racked with guilt, the only problem is that he doesn’t talk about himself or how he’s feeling unless he’s irritated. He also loves repressing all the bad things that only affect him. But like the whole journey to the farlands ep he was snapping at Dean and Wifies, constantly trying to read Luigi’s book, so full of rage over the fact that he died and he was helpless, got super attached to an allay, ignoring how obviously sus both Dean and Wifies were being because he doesn’t want to lose anyone else, instantly begging Dean to come back, REALLY freaking out over Wifies burning Luigi’s compass, etc.. he is just bad at communicating and doesn’t acknowledge his own feelings so it seems like he feels no guilt. Even in prison breaking ep, he was SO single-handedly focused on freeing Wifies and his recklessness with his own life showed how guilty he felt. Parrot either uses his guilt as motivation or it only becomes rage, especially combined with how weak he feels and helpless to save anyone.

Him and Spoke, and hell even Wemmbu, don’t talk about the trauma they go through and the pain they feel. But you can see it when they act reckless, care less for their own life, get more and more upset over small things, etc.

Sorry this turned into an essay… I love analyzing my bird -🦜👁️

OH YAYAYA THATS WHAT IM SAYINGGG YOU GET IT no he definitely has guilt, it’s just so so deeply buried under every other emotion and everything he does it ends up just turning into something else- would also like to add that ken was definitely the only reason parrot didn’t sacrifice himself in proton and stay stuck in there forever bless him 🙏🙏 AND he definitely used that allay to distract himself from the very very fragile trust between himself dean and wifies THERES NO WAY he couldn’t sense that !!!!

the guilts gonna start leaking out of him soon though trust i’ve played these games before /ref (s3-5 jon sims)

[bluejackals]

about time I revamped/added more designs for unstableverse parrot the guy ever. hopefully my handwriting is readable but here's it in text form (below keep reading):

Going left to right on the first image

Beginning to Prison Arc

soggy

End Civilization

The End is colder, hence the jacket

"Cape" is more like a trailing set of cloth ribbons due to more flying

Bracelets are whatever he feels like (Bracelets referring to the cuffs on his braids and legs)

Capital City (pre-Luigi death)

Hair in a bun to keep it from sticking, slicked back (mostly) because Red said so

Big, relatively heavy and square cloak because no flying

Bracelets are iron

Capital City (post-Luigi death)

High ponytail (halfway point between original hairstyle and manbun)

bracelets are obsidian with emerald

Pointy cape, still intended for someone who doesn't fly much

Red part of shirt got larger because bleeding heart

Bottom of the image (purple text)

Constant: Wifies bracelet on left hand

Second image

Travelling to Farlands

Another non-flight cloak

Red part of shirt has "calmed" but is still larger than it used to be.

Bracelets are probably diamond or emerald

Low ponytail is back!

Telescope holster stays even after he throws the telescope.

[morastfrck]

Omg is that a dup sona??? It isss @gladii0lus i caved in to the self insert oc in cool uniform

He is like some sort of slime moss based conduit? Idk if organic conduits are even a thing (but regardless his powers visuals are heavily inspired by those videos where slime moss solves mazes for pieces of oats) (which is also basically his whole motivation as a dup agent. He is here for the reward and thats it)

Morast probably recharges his powers from like damp nasty mossy walls that kinda dry out after his recharge (or dumpsters, we all know where the good mold is, but dup forbid him from using dumpsters bc it ruins their reputation)

he thought that conduit prison would be chill, since conduits arent really placed there for crimes and are basically just random people with powers. So like a really strict but free camp?? And no need to work for the rest of his life?? Paradise??

But then it turned out that curdan cay has almost no entertainment except trainings and forbids contact between prisoners. And he got deathly bored. So he had to start working for the dup in order to get his freedom back (and yk an actual working phone with wifi and games and the ability to get takeouts and hang out and go clubbing and date and well all that) (we are not going to mention that most of those things are technically still forbidden, bc now he can access them at least. Just dont snitch to the higher ups)

He is fairly efficient when he is actually working, but that only happens almost never

[cloneximio-877]

day 5: escape

characters: Wifies, Kenadian, Parrot, other Proton gang members somewhere in the background

words: between 500 and 1000

They got out - they are free and safe, and level of adrenaline in his blood starts getting lower, thrill of being chased and fighting for his life disappearing, and he starts noticing how tired his legs feel, how his hands tremble. He can finally stop and take a breath, he can turn his head and see Parrot by his side, not going anywhere, not being taken anywhere, safe and free just like him. And Wifies should feel happy, probably, but he can't help this feeling that something is terribly wrong. And he knows exactly what is terribly wrong - Ken not being here.

And Wifies hates sacrifices. He hates it when someone gets left behind, when someone abandons their goals and their lifestyle to keep someone else safe, when someone rushes right into danger alone and doesn't let others get involved, when someone stays so everyone else can leave. He would never let Parrot sacrifice himself, to get in danger alone, and he feels uneasiness and hopelessness and anger for letting someone else do it.

He doesn't argue with Parrot often - hardly ever, but this time he actually tries. He can't just erase that impulse to go back, to return after Ken, to think of another plan, some other way. He's restless, and he's afraid he wouldn't be able to rest until he sees Ken's face again.

He didn't know them for long, they didn't exactly get close. They barely interacted back when he returned from a ban, Ken barely stopping to quickly greet him and flying away, giving some privacy to him and Parrot. The second time was Proton, and it wasn't really long - just a few days to get to know each other, most time of which they spent paired with other people. But - people say that shared goals and activity bring people together, and, maybe, there is something in this. Creating escape plan together, mining together, gathering resources and sending messages to other cells together; talking to each other in hours of not having anything else to do, having only each other to rely on in full isolation from other humans, cooking and sharing food together with stories - all of this would make anyone closer. And if before getting into Proton Wifies would call Ken "a person he barely met", then now he can confidently call them his friend, just like any other one of his ex-prison-mates.

So, of course he'll start the discussion that no one else wanted to touch. Of course he'll raise his voice if it'll help it get through other people's heads. Of course he'll press further.

________

They are all gathered around stasis chamber - there's quiet murmur and uncertainty in voices and glances, and there's so much tension in the air you could cut it with knife, and Wifies' own hands are shaking again. He doesn't know if he should prepare himself for losing the last hope and disappointment and despair it would lead to.

Parrot pulls the pearl. And in space where there was nothing before, there's suddenly a person. Ken looks at them - clothes wet from stasis' water, eyes wide open in quick shock that gives place to something soft and satisfied after a few moments. And they are real and warm - Wifies tests immediately by launching into them and hugging them and pulling into the crowd so everyone could get into a group hug. And Wifies can feel their body in his hands, their heart beating fast, feel their hair tickling his neck, hear and feel their quiet laughter, disbelief and relief in their voice, others' hands on him and bodies pressed into his. And in this moment, they are all connected by this simple happiness of having escaped.

[unstableverse-headcanons]

I've been thinking about this for a few hours now and. Hear me out hear me out hear me out. What if the director is Wifies with the omz mask? I think we haven't been looking at the full picture or Oddysey Duo's relationship like.

At the very start of their friendship, Wifies got chunkbanned (you could say it was a form of trap!) and Parrot said: “Wifies would be stuck in that chunk ban forever, unless, I did something about it. And although he'd never be able to know, that is when I made a promise to him: a promise that I'd get him out, even if it meant putting my life on the line and going against the strongest team on the server. I had to, because now looking back on it - Wifies did know about this promise. I made this promise the moment we met, which meant he was out there somewhere. Waiting for me. Hoping I wasn't going to break it.”

“But 🌺 Anon,” I hear you say, “didn't Parrot technically break the promise already because he let Wifies die?” WRONG! Wifies never actually left the server AND a lot of people have been thinking the farlands theory (Dean dies, Wifies gets trapped and Parrot lives) is true. And yeah, sure, Wifies did technically die after getting trapped but!! Again, there was no leaving the server message.

Maybe the chunkban think was wrapped up when Parrot broke Wifies out of the chunkban prison but then, why is it tying so well to the farlands theory and the S1 finale and. A lot of other things?? That was such an emotional, gut wrenching line and arc in general, would just... discarding it really be worth it?

Idk much about the omz mask but like. Idk. It makes sense in my heart, especially with the director bit where the director claims that “Parrot already knows who he is” and “If he knew who he was, he wouldn't be angry, he'd be terrified”. Parrot, as a character in general, doesn't seem to be capable of showing fear. He's gotten visibly scared maybe three times in the whole series and every single time was when he was on the verge of death. Parrot is far too egotistical to be scared of whoever the director is, unless it's someone that can REALLY mess with his brain, and I really think that Wifies, his Wifies, just wouldn't be able to cut it. Parrot would be more upset over his Wifies putting him through all that but at the offer to team, would probably let it go after a long while because that's what their whole relationship has been. They keep forgiving each other because they'd probably have a mental breakdown or smt without each other.

ALSO, the voice behind the director has been confirmed to be Wifies so it's either a) some kind of shapeshifter who can change their voice to match the person who you miss most (though there's literally nothing to back this theory up because the director has only ever spoken to Parrot) OR b) some version of Wifies.

Like, that whole voice changer thing and “being terrified of the director” feels like. Idk. There is SOMETHING to do with Wifies in there but I can't explain it very well.

There are probably things I'm forgetting but it's fineeeee. They don't need to be well-though out I just like thinking about all the different possibilities even if not a single one happens in canon

- 🌺 Anon

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[cloudeecat]

i’m done c: really glad with how this turned out

so here's part two of W.I.T.C.H. because my unstable universe and kenadian obsession is eternally unfaltering

the first panel is from ken’s second channel video thumbnail on escaping trying its best vault with cats, then the second panel is from the cake prison escape from like… 2 years ago maybe? and of course the third panel is from parrot’s doomsday video in the resistance bunker. it’s not very clear though because i got lazy with the background but look i just wanted to draw them :p

also here’s a close up of the unstable universe panel because i love them so much, especially happy with how wato came out :3

surprisingly this is my first time drawing them, but i really really want to draw something for kww so hopefully i’ll get around to that :D

random detail: the sparkle in their eyes is different— a star for ken because of this one ken fic i that i read, a flower for wato, a circle for wifies because of the ying yang symbol on his shirt, and something roughly looking like a spyglass for parrot because… look i don’t watch parrot i only know him through unstable so i don’t know much about him. sorry parrotx2

[aipurjopa]

did you see that Wifies posted bloopers on his second channel?

YES I LOST MY MIND ABOUT IT ON CALL WITH A FRIEND 😭😭😭 spoke immediately breaking character after swearing was so funny and becky telling everyone he got his first diamond was super sweet. also the bit with neutron prison made me cackle my ass off oh my god 😭😭😭 uu must be so fun to record