#etto

[pirinmiku]

the devil works fast but i work faster.. manifested spideypool charm this morning and started farting this out and i was like WAIT. its perfect. im thinking 2.5 inches.. glitter epoxy.. yeah.

Dattebayo

this one is a big fart but i just love when they fix each otherrrrrrrr🤤 Ik its becoming more and more obvious that i do not use references for any of these looolllll.. Thank u guys for all the love on my craziness lately 🍒 feels weird to consistently draw for a specific niche because i actually i love it. So this is what it feels like..

[definesanity]

I Can't Fix You

'Is it because I can't be her?'

It's the unspoken thought in both Oneself and etto's heads, both too terrified to voice it.

Both know each other's partner was slightly different, with each small difference like a giant pillar of a palace.

Even still, it's Oneself who feels the most guilt, especially towards etto's shattered mentality.

A moon that has lost its luster, and a dying sun. How fitting, they think...

They can't fix her. She doesn't want to, for she thinks--nay, knows--that she'll make it worse.

Both don't know what the other can do, and it scares them.

But, some days, when the wind is gentle, the two sit outside in Vertin's Wilderness, listening to nature.

Days when the two forget one is a chess piece who had slaid the queen on an accursed chessboard, and the other a dirty and faceless hound, awaiting the instructions of the former.

They can't fix themselves, or each other.

But, as they say, there is beauty in the grotesque.

[hammerbonk]

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Another fic for @definesanity ! I love codependent grieving morally dubious middle aged yuri.

Oneself had never been a stranger to loss.

It first came clattering to her in rain, just like a familiar silver ring and pair of cracked glasses.

Then, half a dozen times more; falling around her through playscripts, posters, photographs, fleeting exchanges and blurry faces.

Hope glimmered in London — only to be blindsided by the sickly citrus smell of feathers in Chicago that very same day.

It seemed like every lash of rain would be destined to leave scars on her skin.

But scars can heal, and so did she. For years to come, Oneself was surrounded by friends, love and laughter. In the sanctuary she had built for others, she was also seeking shelter inside those walls. She was safe. Happy.

Complacent.

A pawn that reached the other side of the board, only to find herself surrounded on enemy turf.

Like an old friend, loss rushed to greet her once more.

It wilted the mistletoe, scorched the star, tore the lion apart, rotted the apple, turned verdant incarnadine, felled Victory, but most of all:

It destroyed the Sun, and all Her light that came with it.

In the darkness of Her abscence, Oneself warped in ways unimaginable. An unsightly reflection of what she once was.

She could only blame that hand that fed her; the same hand that had been her opponent on the chess board since she was 12. And so she broke down the white marble suffocating her, and cast it all aside.

Even a bellwether with its horns ingrown from time could find its way out its flock.

Except her way out was unlike anything she could have dreamt of.

In one moment, she was facing herself. To one, a brighter past; to the other, a more desolate future. A distorted mirror to challenge, confront and comfort.

So now Oneself finds herself surrounded once more by friends, love and laughter. But these aren’t her friends, nor is this the sanctuary she built.

And the green-gold eyes piercing through her soul aren’t Hers.

But she follows her around the same way, looks at her the same way, but it’s not the same, because she’s not Her but she is Her and for just one second she can fool herself into thinking nothing ever happened—

“-ertin. ‘Tin!” etto cries out to Oneself, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Like a big puppy, etto is resting her head on her shoulder. Actually, that’s an inaccurate description. It’s more like etto’s trying to ingrain the smell and texture of her jacket into her memory, even if the fabric is… no longer in its best condition. It’s a rather comical sight, considering she dwarfs even the infamously lanky Oneself.

“I… I’m not…” she mutters, trying to push her away.

But one heartbreaking, teary-eyed look from those terrifying eyes is all it takes for Oneself pull her back in again.

One calloused hand holds her waist to her body, while the other buries itself in that familiar ginger hair. Silently, Oneself presses little kisses to the crown of the puppy’s head, placating her cries.

etto makes her heart suffocate and her lungs bleed in the worst of ways; rips out memories of frogs, toffees that don’t entirely belong to either of them. But a comforting warmth radiates from the scalding pain of those memories.

A warmth that maybe, just maybe, she can let herself feel again.

[illsadboy]

Rime a caso

Sono così brutto che mamma mi chiama bello di zia, fanculo la polizia da me cucinano Carlo Cracco senza la O porto acqua da casa pure al sushi all you can it. Ho smesso di spacciare mamma ha trovato un etto, bello pensa se controllava nel cassetto; mamma giuro non lo vendo serve per una ricerca a scuola.

[snowfoxo]

I like Garchomp uwu

[hammerbonk]

Oneself speaking solemly while etto and 73 vibrate aggressively at 5000+ms ping

I understand the sentiment, but when you write RIP in a sentence please be careful with your presentation, cause I just saw someone sincerely post "Let her RIP 😔" and I immediately pictured them Beyblading their grandma into the fucking stratosphere.

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA La Nuova Di Venezia E Mestre di Oggi martedì, 29 ottobre 2024

[abri-chan]

💋💋💋😉

[oceanusborealis]

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[the-golden-comet]

Meanwhile, me out here lifemaxxing…which is like heavenmaxxing with a sprinkle of self-indulgence 💖

new trend called 'heavenmaxxing' basically where you be really kind to others and help little old ladies cross the road & stuff

[bigangrytrev]

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[definesanity]

She's What You May Call 'Obsessed'...

etto was different than Sonetto. True, as was Oneself to Vertin, but even that was different.

Her voice was scratchy, as if it hadn't been used in years (mind, it probably hasn't...), which made conversations, if they can be called that, given how the memory loss also has effected her speech and logic centres of her brain, particularly painful.

Sonetto had heard many a people say she is much like the Timekeeper's guard dog... if that was the case, etto was what happens when you make that dog feral and break off the leash.

Next, she seemed to view both Vertin and Oneself in a almost godlike way. She's... desperately trying to search for any and all affection.

Sonetto isn't emotional, not that much. Erstwhile, however, etto is emotional. Heavily so, in fact.

Then, there is one similar point to Oneself and etto: their hate towards the Foundation.

Oneself is better at managing their emotions, usually, and any and all mention of the Foundation is negative and spoken with malice in her tone.

etto takes the cake, however. At the mere mention of the word, their eyes turn to pinpricks, they scream in rage, and go on a brief but chaotic rampage. Sonetto still has memories of how etto's version of her past self's Incantation just barely thereabouts grazed her cheek...

This then comes to Sonetto's next note. etto seems to have a higher resistance towards the effects of pain, or perhaps she lacks feeling towards it altogether.

Furthermore, their inherit pool of Arcane power is massive, which could also explain her batting away the Incantation. The sheer amount of it is... terrifying, put through simply.

And, to cap that all off... she's a puppy.

Rubbing her cheek against any of the Timekeeper's hand, awaiting their return, walking on all fours...

Sonetto asked the amnesiac, future version of herself, "Why do you react to the Timekeeper like that?"

The scratchy voice replied, "For... they are... my master, and... I... their humble... h-hound. Ready... for the... task."

Putting it lightly... in Sonetto's opinion, there will be a lot more work to be done for Miss Mesmer Jr., unfortunately.

[hammerbonk]

etto: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Oneself: I sleep with a knife.

Sonetto: Both of you are pathetic.

etto: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Sonetto: Vertin.

Could also swap Sonetto for Vertin since that ouppy is never ever beating the guard dog allegations

[tomoryoshka]

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[incorrect-hs-quotes]

JADE: new trend called "heavenmaxxing" basically where you be really kind to others and help little old ladies cross the road & stuff :D

KARKAT: NEW TREND CALLED "PURGATORYMAXXING" WHERE YOU BE NOTHING TO OTHERS AND HELP NOBODY CROSS NOWHERE AND NOTHING MORE.

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[quirinah]

ummmmmmm guys this dungeons looking a little dark here..........................ummmm..... hello??? guys??