#bagi always so soft

[takethebodymarc]

bagi comforting a crying amora:(

[cryingincrocs]

"why does my chest hurt when you only said fred and not dear Fred? We're friends aren't we?" OR WHATEVER THEY SAID IM

OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M LEFT SO ILL FROM THEM LGBTQSMP MAKES ME SO SICK IN THE HEAD FROM ALL THESE GAY ASSES

frubbo slowburn vs spiderbit speedrun

[cat-mentality]

It's funny really, how much the children have taken from their adoptive parents.

How looking at them is something akin to looking in a mirror.

Richarlyson who has a little bit of every one of his parents. Pac's warm eyes, Felp's curly hair, Mike's smile. Richarlyson who loves building, who is curious and adventurous, who always has a witty remark in the tip of his tongue, who is so protective of those he loves, who has so much love to give.

Pomme with Pierre's smile and Baghera's eyes. Pomme who is fierce and clever, who loves deeply and selflessly, who will take charge of any situation and bows to no one, who stands strong even in the face of the worst adversary.

Empanada whose hair is a mixture of Bagi's and Mouse's, whose eyes are just like Tina's, who laughs and smiles like Niki, the same sharp teeth. Empanada who is kind and gentle and loving, who likes soft things and to take care of her animals, who loves her siblings and would do anything for them.

Sunny with Tubbo's smile, who doesn't recognize the features of her other parents in her face, she has Pol's warm brown eyes, Lenay's cherry red lips and round cheekbones, Slime's light brown hair. Sunny who clung to the person who loved her dearly, who is witty and hardworking, who looks at things and is never satisfied with how they are, who always wants them to be better, who never settles for scraps.

Pepito with Carre's bright green eyes, Quackity's dimpled smile, who doesn't recognize his hair color as matching with Rivers', who doesn't even know he and Mariana match with their glasses. Pepito with his love for movies and spiders, with his drawings and his bright smile, who likes Amarantos and helping people, who laughs and laughs at every little thing, a bundle of joy.

It's tragic really, how much the children have taken from their adoptive parents.

How looking at them is something akin to looking in a mirror.

Richarlyson who has never had a birthday with all his family together and unharmed by the world, Richarlyson who despite the best effort of his fathers has known tragedy as much as he has known joy. 

Richarlyson who puts a smile on his face, like his pai Forever, who hides his pain because he can’t think about burdening them with his feelings when he knows how much they have suffered, how much they keep on suffering, Richarlyson who knows they hide things from him to protect him and wants to return the favor, wants to give as much as they have given him. Richas who tries to be a beacon of light, who just wants to protect people, who wants them to be happy and safe even if that means putting himself in harm’s way.

Richas who smiles so brightly, who jokes even in the darkest moments, and that makes people forget he is only a child. Who is treated as older than he truly is, as stronger than he truly is, as if people don’t realize how fragile, how young he is. Richas like his pai Pac, trying to turn every dark moment into a joke in the futile hope that it will make things hurt less, that downplays every nightmare that comes his way because if he can joke about it, it couldn’t be that bad right? He is fine! Look at him, smiling and joking, and breaking down when no one can see him.

Richarlyson, who likes his pai Cellbit has a part of himself that he is terrified of. A darkness that spreads around his chest, that comes to light in bursts that leave him shaken and scared in their wake, Richarlyson who is scared of himself, who doesn’t understand where he come from, why those things happen to him, Richarlyson who is so much like the little boy Cellbit doesn’t remember being, the little boy Bagi has searched her whole life for. Richas who, just like his pai, tries to push that part away, as deep as he can, because he is terrified that it will cause harm to the people he loves, who will every single time choose to be the one harmed over them without thinking twice.

Pomme who was born with a target on her back and a weapon in her hands. Pomme who has had to fight for her right to exist just as much as she had to fight for the love of her parents, Pomme shaped by the eternal guilt of those moments where others had to risk their lives for her sake, marked by the initial rejection.

Pomme who thinks she must protect her sibling and her parents even if that means hurting herself, Pomme who would gladly, easily, set herself on fire for the sake of others. Pomme wh, like her dads Pierre and Antoine, hides her problems deep inside because she would never want to share her burdens and her pains with others, who wants to fix things herself without having to involve others.

Like her mother Baghera, who wants to protect everyone, who will spread herself thin trying to do the right thing, trying to keep her loved ones safe and happy. Pomme who loves without expecting the same level of devotion back, who loves even when she doesn't believe she will receive anything in return. A warrior out of need, made a survivor by the world around her.

Like her father Etoiles who finds comfort in holding a weapon, in fighting a battle. Pomme like Etoiles who looks at her loved ones and puts herself as their protector, who bases her worth on her ability to keep them safe. If she can't protect them, if she can't help them when they need, then what is her worth? Why would they love her if she failed in her only duty? Pomme like Etoiles who takes the burden on her shoulders because she cannot imagine she will be worthy of their love otherwise, because she believes it's what she needs to do even if no one would ever tell her so.

Empanada who doesn't fit.

Like Bagi, a stranger in a strange land, someone to whom people still look at with distrust sometimes, wrapped in the knowledge that at the end of the day everyone else has other priorities, others they will seek first, others they will always love more and at peace with it no matter how much it hurts. Empanada, like her mamãe, used to chase after ghosts of affection, clinging to scraps because for the most part of her life that is all she had.

Like Tina, hiding parts of herself in a desperate attempt to be loved. Chopping away the ugly bits, the things she believes no one wants to see, that no one would ever love, the hard parts, pushing it all away because she is terrified of what they will think of her if they see it. Empanada like her Eomma, who doesn't believe people will love her if they see the darkness inside of her heart, if they knew what she lived through before the Island.

Like Niki, still struggling to find her place, to feel like she is part of everything, feeling that she is always at the fringes of everything, never a part of whatever is happening.

Like Jaiden, the mother she never met. Haunted by the past, alone in her grief and her sadness because she cannot burden her siblings, who all have the same trauma, because they all need to heal even if she stays shattered because it is her job to protect them and she has failed too much already, because she doesn't believe others will offer her support since she is still a stranger to them, Empanada who doesn't know the woman who she shares so much with, who is still unsure if she will ever be accepted by her.

Sunny who clung to Tubbo with desperation because he was there, who tries so hard to be loved, to be accepted, to be trusted, who bases her worth in that. Sunny like her father, feeling like a stranger, feeling left out, desperately trying to carve a place for herself into the hearts of others because she is starving for love but cannot put those feelings into words, cannot bear the vulnerability of truly asking for it.

Little child who like her father never feels like she is enough. Sunny, who smiles brightly, who is happy and energetic, who acts as if she is the best because deep inside she believes she is the opposite. Sunny who takes rejection as a proof of her own failure to be loved, who puts on herself the burden because if they can love everyone else, if they can accept all the children but her, surely she is the problem right?

Sunny like Tubbo who shoves her insecurities as deep as she can, who pretends they don't exist unless she is with those she trusts the most because she wants to be strong, she wants to be good, she wants to be loved.

Pepito who is not as much of a mirror to their parents as they are a glimpse into the past, as to whom they used to be before the world crushed their spirits and mind. Pepito who is loved by people who hate themselves so deeply that they cannot help but hate them as well.

Pepito who just like Roier smiles no matter what is happening around them, who hides everything behind said smile, who doesn't want to let sadness cloud their vision, to damper their optimism, who clings to the good parts, not yet tainted by the betrayals and loss that changed the apa they never saw smile. Pepito like Mariana, like the man they have never meet, the father that is barely spoken of, who pushes pain and grief away, who laughs and ignores the bad bits because it would shatter them, like it shattered this ghost of a father.

Pepito who loves freely, carelessly, who opens their heart to everyone, Pepito who sees goodness even when there is nothing good, who trusts people, who wants to be exactly like this apa Quackity with his sad eyes, who believes they can fix people, that they can make them happy, that has hope that better things are to come. Pepito who will always put everyone else's happiness before their own.

Pepito, who is cursed with the love of people who know loss like an old friend, a constant companion, Pepito who is a ghost of siblings they will never know, forever in the shadows of their loss. Pepito who is loved by people who are just waiting for the moment the world will break Pepito's spirit, for the moment they, cursed as they believe themselves to be, will somehow destroy this child because their hands have proven time and time again that they are not made for softness, for protection. Pepito whose joy is a curse, an offense for people whose hearts cannot stand to be hurt more, who don't believe that goodness and purity can last.

The children are the mirrors of their parents, for better or worse.

[tubborucho]

Small Soulfire moments that I have playing in my mind (headcanons):

Lenay sitting by the fire pit and peeling potatoes for dinner, while watching with a soft smile how everyone is busy doing something.

Rivers teaching Niki sword fighting. They have a lot of fun and return to the base dripping wet and cold from cleaning themselves in the ocean, but happy nonetheless.

Pac making a flower garland and putting it on sleeping Arin, who is carefully sat, leaning on one of the pillars not far from the fire. Mike and Kameto were also moved to the base from the old Green one. Pac makes sure to cover them in softest blankets.

The whole SoulGayFire taking a group pic on Pol’s camera. It’s a little bit silly and a couple of people have blinked, but they still put the photo on the wall and hide the copies in the inventories, hoping to hold onto them despite whatever comes next.

Tubbo has a habit to fall asleep in the weirdest places, overworking himself for the team. So whoever finds him either makes sure to make him comfortable or carries him to the bedroom.

Bagi and Fit spend a lot of time keeping the place clean and organized. It’s a Sisyphus task, but they honestly don’t mind. For both of them it’s a way to gather themselves and calm down when needed.

Badboyhalo playing Hide and Seek in the base with the Little Buddies. He can see them peering from under the arm chairs and from behind the chests, but pretends to not for the longest time. He hugs each one of them after he finds them.

Tubbo, Bad and Tina spending hours in a small room with only a table inside, surrounded by hand-drawn maps and lists and lists of plans and calculations.

Tina paints each cup in the base separately, so everyone would have a unique one. Missa brings her different dyes to do so.

Pierre has no dreams on this island. At all. Despite the everyday chaos and anger and despair, those are the first weeks in a long while he actually gets a good night rest.

Mariana doesn’t really understand the game or where they are and what’s going on. What he does understand, though, that he misses Charlie, and that this tea that Tina made for him is very good.

ElQuackity doesn’t know how to feel. He’s always been either hated or pretending to be his twin. Or both. And he is pretending to be Quackity once again, so he shouldn’t take the affections he gets here close to heart. But Bagi looks at him with a fondness of desperately wanting to care for someone and Tubbo seems genuinely proud of his achievements during the team events. It plants a seed of uncertainty in his soul. He almost wants to believe someone can accept him as him. Almost.

[titsnotbrains]

one thing i like realy love about detransing is that clothes are so much more fun now. back when i tried to dress like a man i always just wore like big bagy shirts and jeans but now? every morning i wake up and deside what genre of slut i get to be. Yesterday? soft pink princess vibes. Today? big titty goth gf. Tomorrow? Who knows! the posibilities are endless.

[isa-ghost]

qPhil & Other Egg Headcanons

Happy birthday original eggos 😭💚🎉

Note: Although I made these bc the og eggs are birth today, I've done at least one hc for each egg! They're a bit limited bc they're based off what I've seen through 3 POVs + osmosis through liveblog, but I included them all nonetheless. :D

qPhil headcanons masterlist

He thinks Leo has so much fucking swag. How does a literal egg look so fucking cool like at all times. How does she do it.

Secretly admires the shit out of Dapper. He's fucking brilliant. Hilariously unhinged. Insanely devoted to his collection habits. Adorably takes after Bad in looks and silliness. He's just such a badass little guy.

Pomme his fucking beloved. Brilliant just like her siblings, insanely perceptive, tough as nails yet still soft as flower pedals. He sees huge survivalist potential in her. He wishes she could shed some of the stress she's always seems to be under. He relates to her a bit too much sometimes. He hopes that poor girl gets a break.

He's absolutely gutted he didn't get to know Trump like at all. He saw little to nothing of him. He hopes he's at peace with Maxo.

GOD he wish he got more time with Flippa. She took him out like it was nothing. He would've loved training her alongside her parents. He bets she would've been an awesome pvper one day.

He wishes he could've seen more of Tilin. He was more familiar with her than he was Trump but still not enough.

Richarlyson makes it so hard not to pick "favorite eggs" besides his own. Richas is always on some wild ass shit, Phil fucking loves it. That kid's just high on life at like all times. Unreasonably funny on top of it all. God does Phil worry about him though, he's gotten way too into risking his life for the lulz.

Ramon practically feels like a third child to him (sometimes). Much like Dapper, he loves how brilliant he is and how cracked at his craft he is.

Bobby's death absolutely devastated him. He loved that little shit. And he loved how happy he made Roier and Jaiden. Seeing how severely his death broke them made his heart ache. He had nightmares about going through the same thing.

He's DETERMINED to get to know Chunsik further. Timezones are a bitch though. :( But he will be damned if something happens before he can get more familiar.

Empanada is unreasonably cute to him, and he loves seeing her take more and more after Bagi every time he sees her once more. He absolutely loves how close she and all her moms are. He genuinely fears the Pancake Mafia tbh, and he's convinced Empanada is the head.

He adores Sunny. She knows what she wants. They're not afraid to speak their mind as long as they're comfortable. She's silly and playful and sweet. Yet they still have this small, but palpable cool edge to them. Truly one spunky little girl. 😎

Phil is like 90% sure Pepito is just always going thru it, but has a sneaking suspicion that's just how Pepito seems at first glance, and maybe thats just what Pepito WANTS people to think. Either way, Pepito is just such a Creacher and Phil loves it. An absolutely loveable little guy.

He on/off considers commissioning Ramon or Dapper to make bombs to go fuck up a Fed building. He'd let them join him tbh.

He's so insanely afraid of accidentally hurting the eggs, but he'd love to spar with them and teach them more pvp skills so they'd be even better at defending themselves. He's only comfortable doing so with his own eggs.

God, he wants more times where ALL the eggs are together. He loves watching them interact, he loves their dynamics with each other and the chaos that unfolds when they're all in one place.

Phil: I don't want to build things bc technically that's doing the Feds a favor by making the island cooler. So fuck them. // Also Phil: *would build an entire city for these goddamn eggs if it meant they were safe and happy*

Watching the eggs all just talk and be silly together is literally Phil's favorite thing about their existence. Just watching them silently communicate in their Egg Ways, slapping down signs and punching each other. There's something so special and funny about their nonverbal communication.

He will NEVER be able to look at certain objects or accessories without thinking of the kids now.

He secretly has doodles of what he thinks each kid would look like if they hatched into dragons.

[x-bee-x]

So. Bagi said she basically wanted to be erased from existence. And that kinda means no soul for her to lose and her best friend to take. Right.

Chaos

Character death not directly mentioned but very much implied

295 words

The material of the cloak he wore almost always was soft, thick enough to keep him warm, though he didn't necessarily always need it, but not uncomfortably heavy.

The hood pulled over his head and horns, only the whites of his eyes and the fangs of his smile visible beyond it for others to perceive.

Fingers wrapped around the hilt of the scythe that was nearly three quarters his height standing tall and a comfortable presence beside him.

He stood at one end of the boat, onlooking the inky river across from and in his peripherals, the pale yellow and silver of the moon high above reflecting and glimmering against a section of the rippling abyss.

There was something missing; someone missing, somewhere.

He could feel it, could feel something, in the way his cloak felt a little tighter and the air passing through lungs and throat felt a little colder all the sudden.

But there was no reason for that, not any he could find anyway.

The only thing next to him was the scythe, no human nor other creature.

The only thing he held was the dark metal hilt, no hands wrapped with their palms connecting nor around the claws that rested at the end of fingers nor even around the soft of the cloak to simply find comfort in the fact of reality.

The only thing he heard was the gentle breeze and the soothing motion of the water around, no whispers of confirmation, nor ones fallen from his own lips in reassurance.

There was only waiting now, always simply waiting for the next soul to visit this timeline, only an inhale as he barely readjusted his form at the end of the boat and watched the calm river with white eyes.

[by-speaker]

Stepping out (ENG. VER)

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

Life in the nursery has always been quiet for Missa, it was him, the soft little rag doll, Roier, Cellbit and Bagi, the spider and kitten stuffed animals in little clothes, Maximus, a little wooden horse, and Mariana and Charlie, a Barbie and Ken, well until Chayanne came home to his little girl, Tallulah, and brought with him Etoiles, Pierre, Antoine, and Baghera, an army of little wooden soldiers, Foolish, a big rubber shark, Philza, an action man, and Vegetta, a stuffed wolf.

In Missa's simple opinion, the boy toys were savages, lacked manners, and never minded his delicate seams, well maybe almost all of them except Vegetta, the wolf was a true gentleman.  

Chayanne was an energetic and chaotic boy, always creating passionate stories, tales of pirates, intergalactic ships and knights in shining armour, Philza was always the hero of those adventures. 

Now that Chayanne and Tallulah were playing together, Missa found himself being the helpless victim more and more often. Missa didn't mind because he usually sat comfortably in his little chair and waited to be ‘rescued’ by Philza, but the knight was anything but a gentleman.  

‘Watch out!’ shouted Chayanne, as he slammed Philza's hard plastic body into Missa's rag, making popping sounds, ’I've come to save you Missa!’ 

‘Chay! Missa is a little rag doll,’ Tallulah shouted back, snatching the doll from her brother's hands, ’you have to be careful with him.’ 

Missa felt the warmth of the little girl's hand caressing her rag doll skin, and if his smile wasn't stitched, he would have smiled wider.

‘If you want to play with me, you play the way I want,’ the boy told her, for all the mother-of-pearl buttons, how rude boys were, Missa thought. 

Philza lay on the ground, unmoving and oblivious to the fight, but Missa could swear the knight's plastic was itching to spring into action, to jump up, stand at attention, shout ‘hangar’ and draw his sword. 

Tallulah stroked the woollens on Missa's head, ignoring her brother for now, his girl smiled at him, and murmuring said, ‘Ignore them Missa, I'll take care of you.’ 

Though he could not answer her, Missa felt it. Tallulah's words were like a silent promise that echoed inside him. Every time the girl treated him with such affection, Missa felt lucky to be her favourite toy, safe from the turbulent and frantic stories that Chayanne and Philza brought with them.

‘Kids, dinner!’ That was one of the children's parents, that meant bedtime was approaching and everyone's favourite part of the day in the nursery toys was beginning. 

‘Come on, Tallulah!’ shouted Chayanne, quickly forgetting the squabble. 

‘I'm going to say, good night, first.’ Said Tallulah, Ay, coloured threads, at last, thought Missa.

‘Ugh!’ How rude, ’Girls, always so sentimental.’ Said the boy then ran off to the dining room. 

Tallulah picked Philza up off the floor, ‘Sorry, Sir Philza, my brother isn't very careful, but don't worry, you can spend the night with Missa, he's soft.’ 

Tallulah set them both down on a little bed, ‘Goodnight Missa, goodnight Philza.’ Said the girl, giving each of them a kiss on the forehead. 

‘Good night, Cellbit, Bagi and Roier,’ said the girl, changing them into their nightclothes and tucking them into their beds. 

‘Good night, Maximus, tomorrow morning I will bring you more hay.’ Said the girl, combing the mane of the wooden horse. 

‘Good night, Mariana and Charlie,’ the girl tucked the plastic dolls into their doll house. 

‘Good night, Etoiles, Pierre, Antoine, and Baghera, you can rest now, soldiers.’ Said the little girl, taking off their little hats and putting away their weapons. 

‘Good night, Foolish, may you dream of little fishes.’ Said the girl, stroking the shark's fin.

‘And good night, Mr. Vegetta,’ said the little girl giving the wolf's fur a kiss, ’have a nice night and sweet dreams, little toys.’ The little girl said goodbye. 

As the little girl stepped out of the nursery, the toys came to life.

[asgore-mp3]

Pokemon au's popping up just as I regained a Pokemon hyperfixation, fantastic!

Anyways

1st gym - Ghost - Badboyhalo

He's a strong trainer, his gym just happens to be the first many go to. Some say he can even speak to the spirits beyond simply pokemon.

2nd gym - Water - Foolish

The gossip among the region. He's incredibly popular for many things, varying from architecture skills or babysitting, yet he's always had a soft spot for a certain elite four member.

3rd gym - Normal - Cellbit

While normal may not have been the route many would go for, The lead detective of the police department seems it's a fine type if used correctly, due to the simple fact of only having one weakness.

4th gym - Electric - Tazercraft

Pac and Mike, Better known as Tazercraft, lead production for many of the big-city if the region's power (Sorta like Anime Clemont in X and Y) They give the doubles challenge to trainers.

5th gym - Fighting - Fit

Coming from many years in the shadows, documenting events from past wars throughout history, Fit now acts as gym leader, both for trainers and like.. actual use. Some have seen his and Tazercraft's, particularly Pac's, closeness in recent months and wonder what may be happening.

6th gym - Psychic - Antoine

A mysterious guy who walks the towns, yet friendly in conversation. He used to DJ at large parties, apparently.

7th gym - Ice - Nihachu

The sweetest baker around, she works to make both warm delicacies and chill treats for people and pokemon alike.

8th gym - Dragon - Ironmouse

Her dragons are her little babies... even if they're thrice her size <33 She's known for her energetic personality, bring a social media personality is hard but she keeps her appearance up while being as true as she can!!

(debating how to write her CVID if I make this a bigger thing)

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Elite Four

Rock - Vegetta

Recently he's been away for buisness trips... Running things like that are hard! More often then not now, They have to bring a replacement for him :/

Steel - Tubbo

A great inventor with grand factories, he may be the youngest of any high-ranking trainers but he climbed to the top quickly through his skill. He serves as Vegetta's replacement, yet he recognized as an official member.

Flying - Phil

A simple family man, He always seemed to become friends with strong trainers, and for good reason! In large tournaments, he almost always won. Except in one, Where a kid with green hair and a few ghost types won. That's how he really got known in the first place...

Poison - Bagi

A private detective, working to solve what her brother couldn't, She only recently joined the Elite Four after their previous member, Maximus, passed away due to unknown reasons.

Dark - Roier

Just a guy, a very silly guy. Idrk how to describe him just a very funky guy. He's shown to be one of few people who could even DEFEAT the champion, even thpugh everyone thought he wasn't as strong as he was. Sometimes thats the best strategy?

Champion - Étoiles

Known as 'The Kalosian Beast' (that sounds so bad...) He's climbed up since the day he arrived to the region, defeating people one by one and now sitting on top. Despite the fame this may bring, he's actually a pretty casual guy! Talking to people and watching gym battles are some things outside of battling he enjoys.

Idk. The urges hit me as I pulled out my 3ds

[thesmpisonfire]

Tina was tired of Hell.

Well, that wasn't really Hell. She knew what Hell actually was like, and this wasn't really that bad. At least she had her friends, at least she can still see Bagi walking around (on the enemy team, with a guilty look in her eyes, loose grip on the sword whenever she looked at Tina).

And now, she's working her ass out to try and make a home out of Almost-Hell. Walking so far from that fucking piece of shit mountain peak and swimming across at least 2 oceans. They have a nice patch of farm, and a lot of trees they can get fruits from. Tubbo and Bad kinda left her as the farm leader, and Niki, Lenay and Missa listen to her very seamlessly, chatting on how to improve everything.

It was nice, she could say. She had tea, she had apples, she had a nice bed to fall back on a pile with all her other team members.

But... It always came back to that fucking mountain.

At every time she made a mistake. When she slipped in a cave, when a big fish enough caught her, when suddenly all the animals, preys and predators, had a famished look in their eyes and lunged onto her and mauled her. She was back to that fucking mountain.

The sun had destroyed its peak, and there was no way to get through without falling into the pits. They had to claw through the snow, hands freezing and the tip of their nose losing all sensibility.

Sometimes, Tina was just too tired to climb her way out and down. So she just sat on a less humid corner, and she'd wait until she felt the slight movement under her palm against the dirt. She'd close her eyes and grab the squirming thing, cringing as she bit into the soft shell of the maggots.

These were the only times she was happy she was alone. Turning off her comms with the team and trying to keep from crying. She'd go over a dozen before feeling strong enough to get up and go back "home", facing her way through snow and ice.

Just couple more days. Just a couple more days before she could go back to her cottage back real home.

Tina had always been right. There was no good out of Quesadilla Island. They were safe, happy, content... She had a date prepared with Bagi.

Tina would never complain again, would shut down any offer to leave ever again. She would lower her head and maybe... Maybe convince Bagi to stay too. Away from this hell...

Tina sighed. She bit down another maggot.

[hey-i-am-trying]

Adding to the qBagi being masc or fem discourse.

Murscular doesn't equal masculine. Someone might enjoy feminine clothings and general presentation, and still be muscular.

Of course, we will end up going back to our very messy western definitions of feminine and masculine, which are not helpful at all and take roots on gender norms.

Bagi dressed up as Rapunzel during the Halloween even, she used a long dress during the Día de los Muertos event. Bagi always has flowers in her outfits(with the only exception being the prison outfit), even if she doesn't have many of different outfits. She likes pink and all her homes are super pink and have a soft aesthetic.

You can say that all of this doesn't negate masculinity, which I agree.

It is just when you erase this details of her so she can appear more masculine, well...

But honest, I usually don't go too deep on masc/fem interpretetions of characters, because I think at end of the day gender presentation is also a social norm. Everybody is capable of being masculine or feminine. ccBagi likes arts of her character being both masc and fem, so I think it is a most fan intepretation situation.

I can understand why someone would like to watch feminine character being capable, unhinge in a funny way, smart, and having a romantic interesting without that being the focus of her character.

I can understant why someone would like to watch a more "butch" character being maternal, sensitive, perspective and being very into having platonic and romantic relationships with other women.

I usually see qBagi floating a bit between feminine and masculine presentation, but that is my own interpretation, and yours is just as valid.

[murky-tannin]

Fr like. Filling the tag with doom posting is the best way to ruin the fun for everyone.

More positivity! More discussion of cool and fun stuff! Like that scene of qCellbit just standing over qBagi's corpse and holding a newly made knife while staring at her, long after he'd already killed her.

Or Tubbo managing to find Red's base (the hole in the ground) through sneaking around. Or Phil hearing Tubbo's voice from a distance for like .5 seconds and instantly clocking his presence. Phil and Foolish moving Team Bolas' stuff out before Tubbo and Bad can take advantage of the info!

Or Pierre's wild chainsaw attack kkkkk

Or the cute kitties on Bagi's and later Bad's and Tubbos pov! qBagi's anger at qCellbit for killing her!

Or Tubbo holding Bad back from killing people like a rabid dog!

Or just how chill and relaxing Tina's pov is at times. I love popping over when things get too loud. The shaders are so pretty on the ocean shore at nighttime as she farms and listens to soft music. Also the way she calls Missa apple boy. I like how she annunciations it a lot it's so cute

Or Etoiles and Cellbit's friendly trash talking in chat!

Or Bad's cool and clever trap for team bolas!

There are so many fun things to watch as a viewer and the creators are having fun too. Even when they get upset at how hard it is. Many of them have outright stated that they appreciate the change of pace and the challenge, even when they rage. What gets them down is us fans being down, and the more we discourse the worse it'll be.

Remember to take a step back if something you watched makes you mad and either go to a different pov or take a break from watching!

If the entire event isn't to your tastes you can always watch older vods or do anything else with your time. It's just two weeks! We have months of daily streams to enjoy!

Just try to have fun with it, and if you cant? Don't post about it, at least not in the tag. We have plenty of doomposting already and it feeds on itself

[anonymous-dentist]

emo fantasy au question: does the royal family ever decide cellbit doesn’t need to be locked away anymore? if so, how does he feel and what happens? is he immediately whisked away to be a prince again? what does he want to do? you mentioned before he might like to write some books, does he ever do so?

(sorry for so many questions, answer whichever ones u want lol. i just like all ur aus a lot and feel the need to show my enthusiasm with questions)

So eventually Bagi takes the throne as the Queen, and she says, okay, it’s been over a decade, he’s gotta be better by now, so she calls him back to the capital.

And Cellbit does… okay? He isn’t running around killing people, and he only really threatens to kill people sometimes. He’s smiling, at least, so there’s that.

Bagi has always fully answered entirely believed that Cellbit was cursed, so she takes his good behavior to mean the curse was broken. Thanks, Roier! You did your duty! You broke his curse!

Meanwhile Roier has never believed in the curse because he, unlike a majority of the kingdom, has seen war. He knows what it does to a person, so he just rolls his eyes and corrects the goddamn queen and the entire court holds their breaths. But Cellbit? His eyes are so soft, he’s never really been this understood in his life.

But even in the capital and its much nicer castle, Cellbit stays in the library or he’s in the gardens with Roier or he’s in their shared chambers. He writes, and he pretends that he’s happy to be home when, really, Bagi and the palace remind him of everything he never got to have.

It’s Roier who suggests it first:

“Why don’t we just… go?”

And then they do.

[ohnothisisathing]

Gift to Me Forever

Decided to finish my unfinished fics from Hideduo Kiss Week, which I stopped because I was so behind. 1 more after this.

Day 6: Soft/Tender Kiss. Supermarket au, kind of. Bagi is in this one Title from Kissing You by Des’ree

Content warning: little bit of angst. Rated 17+

“The bald guy came in again. He bought the canned water.”

“You sell canned water?” Bagi asks, scrunching her eyebrows and Pac feels immediately flustered.

“I ordered it once by accident. He’s the only one that buys it,” he explains.

“Uh-huh,” she says in a tone that indicates that she doesn’t believe him, an amused smile on her face.

-

He comes in again, the baldy. He buys four cans of water, the last of Pac’s stock of the mis-ordered item. He smiles at him, and okay it’s very handsome, for a bald guy. He’s holding the four cans between one arm and his chest. Pac’s eyes linger at the flex of that arm before ringing him up.

“Obrigado,” the bald guy says in an attractively deep voice when Pac hands him the cans back in a small, plastic bag.

Later when the store is closed and Pac takes inventory on items he needs to re-order, his finger lingers over the canned water and selects it.

-

“He bought juice, Bagi.”

“I’m sorry, who bought juice?”

“The bald guy! Aren’t you paying attention?” 

A look of comprehension comes to Bagi’s face and she smiles a knowing smile that Pac isn’t sure he likes directed at him.

“Ah yes, your bald guy.”

“He is not my bald guy. He’s just a bald guy.”

“Oh apologies,” she says, not sounding sorry at all, “So a bald guy bought juice and that’s bad?”

“Yes! I bought more canned water and he didn’t buy it!”

”Well maybe he just wanted juice today,” Bagi says practically

”Maybe…but he’s never bought anything besides canned water before.”

“Well that is strange. Are you sure you put it on your shelves? I did that once when I forgot to put some sodas on the shelf and did not realize until looking in my storage again.”

“I’m sure,” says Pac, not sure that he put the canned water on the shelf. He’ll have to look at his storage later but Bagi doesn’t need to know that.

“Didn’t you say that you bought them accidentally last time? Did you accidentally order more?

“I didn’t expect you to remember that,” Pac admits and Bagi belts out a laugh.

“Ha! So you do like this bald guy. What is his name?”

“I don’t know his name-“

“You have to ask him for his name and for his number. If he shops at your market he must live nearby. Maybe after work you can go back to his place.”

Bagi lifts her eyebrows suggestively and Pac laughs.

“I know how to ask someone out!” He says defensively even though he’s been single for a long time, “I’m not attracted to bald guys Bagi and he looks like he can hold me against a wall without me being able to escape. It’s dangerous really.”

Bagi raises a singular eyebrow at him and Pac huffs dramatically to make it look a little less like she won.

”What?”

”Oh he’s strong? You’ve been looking at his body, but you’re not attracted to him?”

Pac groans and covers his eyes with his hands for a moment before looking away from Bagi.

”He’s very handsome,” Pac relents, “and strong and has a great voice and-“

”So ask him out already,” she says, smacking him lightly and making him smile “I haven’t seen you happy in a long time. I want someone good for you.”

Pac laughs and looks at Bagi’s grinning face and her worried eyes that only show when she’s being open and honest. She truly cares for him and he’ll always be grateful that he has her.

”Maybe.”

-

He doesn’t come in.

Pac has taken the canned water out of storage and stocked them onto the shelves, and the bald guy has not come in. It has been weeks. Pac manages to not think about it while he’s on register and dealing with customers, but later when he takes a break in the alley by his store with only the rats for company, he lets his thoughts loose.

Maybe the bald guy stopped coming in because he didn’t think they had canned water anymore. He could put up a sign saying “We have canned water!” on the door. What if he’s going to Bagi’s market now? No he wouldn’t just go to someone else’s market. Right, because Bagi does not sell canned water. She said it herself, but then where was he? Did he move far away? Oh no, he’ll never see him again!

“He’s gone forever Ratinhos,” he says to two of the rats that stop to sniff the air for food, probably smelling his uneaten snack. 

Saying it outloud makes a feeling of dread start pooling in his stomach.

“Is he dead? He died didn’t he?”

The dread pools higher and it’s suddenly harder to breathe as unexpected sadness crawls up his throat for this stranger.

“He died where I couldn’t hope to find him,” he says through a tight throat knowing that it’s true. Even here it’s true.

-

“Oi Bagi! I haven’t heard from you in a long time. I hope you are well!

…

I know. 

I know what all of this is and I-I don’t want to talk about it on a voice message.

Oh! How is Empanada? I miss her and her adorable pancakes and her frying pan.

I miss you too and Felps and Richarlyson and Cellbit and the Favela. I miss you all so much.

Call me back when you can.”

-

Pac watches him walk into his market, openly staring as he goes to the shelf with the canned water and comes to the register where Pac is waiting.

Pac knew that he would come in just like he knew that they would be the only two people in the market right now. Because he wanted it to happen.

His only customer sets down his canned water on the counter but instead of scanning it, Pac takes the man’s left hand in his right, noting the oddness of feeling flesh against flesh.

“Oi Fit,” Pac greets the bald guy quietly, still staring at their hands together.

“Oi Pac,” he hears the voice he loves speak, “bom dia, bom dia, bom dia!”

A short laugh falls out of Pac and he looks up to see a smiling face that is so happy to see him that Pac can’t help grinning at him too.

“Bom dia Fitch.”

An overwhelming feeling solidifies in him that is so big he can’t tell if it’s joy or despair. Pac lets go of the hand and walks around the counter to stand in front of Fit without a barrier between them.

Pac puts a hand on Fit’s cheek and searches his face for answers, but only sees happiness shining on him like the sun and Pac is so weak to everything about this man it’s a wonder Fit sees any strength in him at all. 

So he kisses him.

Slowly and savoring, Fit’s lips against his, feeling his jaw work under his hand. Pac’s world narrows and his blood rushes and his heart aches. They pull away and Pac can hardly stand it so much that he goes back in for a second one. He feels Fit huff a laugh and move his arms around Pac to pull them closer and for a moment they’re just smiling, mouths close enough to share breaths.

“Please come back to me Fitchi,” Pac says and kisses his bottom lip, “Please.”

He receives no answer. Just the press of lips against his and he’ll take what comfort he can get.

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I should be writing something fluffy, but this idea won't leave me alone. Companion fic to [this one]! Here's the story of a set of twins meeting The Grim Reaper (cw/tw: blood/death/violence throughout, general Cellbit fuckery):

It was a game, not a tragedy. This was a game to be played and won and survived. It's a game and how they play works. They're alive, hearts still beating in their chests. It works. They're surviving. Soft cries of not wanting to play this game anymore get hidden until it's dark. It's just a game. Chasing after another person like hungry pack animals. They're starving. A person means food for both of them, brother and sister.

He couldn't tell you what exactly happened once the chase was over. Blood filled his mouth and stained his hands. Fed. He'll survive another day. She couldn't tell you what happened once the chase was over. The bread stolen off the body was stale. It was edible. She'll survive another day. The chase was over. They survived. How they play this game works. It works. It always has. This is when they notice a tall figure in between the trees. There's a white knuckle grip on a knife and a shakey hold on a sword. Would this be the end of the game? No, the figure wasn't there for the siblings. The figure was here for a soul. He explains to his sister that they aren't in danger for now. The young duo watched in amazement as the soul was ripped from a body.

The reaper starts asking questions about the siblings. It was a curious situation. The question about their names was only answered with a shake of his head. They were never given names. They were referred to, of course, with words that weren't truly names. Bother and Sister, Blood and Fear, Feral Cat and Wild Dog, just to name a few. The reaper asked how old they were. This time, she speaks up; Quinze. Fifteen, he explains to the reaper. The reaper seemed upset? with the answer. Why's that? Nobody ever seemed upset before, even when it was being screamed at them. Then, the reaper asked a question that seemed pretty obvious. Are they siblings? Of course they are. Cut from the same cloth, sharing the same blood, stolen from the same home, and playing the same game. Their nods were almost completely in sync.

They turned the questions on the hooded figure. His name is Bad, but people call him all sorts of things, kind of like the siblings. Bad, Grim Reaper, a saint, a demon, just to say a few. Bad liked to dodge questions, he noticed as he repeated his sister's questions. Bad dodged questions about where he's from and how old he is. He offered bread. The loaf seemed fresh, not stale, edible, like real food. He thinks it's just to shut them up. He doesn't take it. The metallic taste on his lips is more than enough. She does take it. Staring at Bad through her ash blonde hair, as she does so. The bread seems fine. She's too hungry to care either way.

Bad is still there by the time neither sibling could fight the urge to sleep anymore. Both rest against a tree, with weapons resting but ready. When both awake, once again, the sun is high in the sky again. This has been the longest they've ever slept in one sitting.

Cellbit couldn't believe it when he saw Bad on the island. He joked that he finally had a name to share and that he had been doing well, with a proper job as an investigator. He thanked Bad for his kindness all those years ago. He ignores the way Bad looks at him with confusion and a bit of pity. The young teen that still lives in him hates that look, he hates that look since he knows he's missing something.

Bagi couldn't believe that despite being stuck here too, Bad was being kind to her. She told him about her pacifism, and they argued lightly and playfully about it. She chose to ignore the way Bad looked at her with a look of recognition and a bit of pity. The young teen that is hidden within her lives for that look, she lives for that look because it means she's remembered.

[sp4mja]

I'm never gonna be normal about qFit with wings or his last stream so.... few HCs

So I do HC qFit as some kind of reptile (probably a croc) so during Purgatory he molded his skin and BOOM wings back.

Some fucker on 2b2t probably cut them and his molding has always been irregular so he just gave up on ever getting them back.

Either his wings are soft af (moth) or reptile like (dragon).

It got him a few days to get used to the extra weight on his back again but its nice.

During the final moments on Purgatory, I can imagine he flew as fast as he could, trying to save himself.

He did come back for someone, that someone being Bagi, when he saw her he closed his wings, shot down as fast as he could, took a hold of her and flapped his wings at the last second to take flight again (he's very cool!).

(Also Bagi being grateful but also desperately trying to tell Fit to go back for Tina, but Fit pretended he couldn't hear her thanks to the wind.....).

Back in the boat, hes exhausted, barely being able to fold his wings back.

I can totally see Philza giving him tips (some only work on feathered wings but Fit appreciates the effort).

At night, Fit can see Philza covering the remaining Red Team members and Tubbo with his wings, to keep them warm, to give them a sense of protection, maybe even to keep him grounded. And then there's Bagi sleeping alone on the floor.

That's his newfound friend, someone he grew closer with during hell. So Fit lays down close and extends a wing to cover her. He's aware that Bagi is awake, and gives her the time to turn away if she wishes to. But for the first time in the whole day, Bagi relaxes and closes her eyes.

Fit is not good at cuddling (a certain brazilian roommate was teaching him) but now that its just him and Bagi, he tries.

Fit and Bagi def become the personification of wlw and mlm solidarity.

They talk a lot of shit together.