#lizzie is alive thank god

[lizzieblabbers]

how my year ended

previously on the life of lizzie

so the universe seems to be unsatisfied by my hardships for the past month it decided to throw some more additional surprises for me !!!

its now february. actually, halfway through the month, to be specific. i got the sudden urge to just... write so here i am.

a lot has happened since i last posted (can't even remember when, but i am almost certain i lived a full life in between then and now)

im trying to go back to writing, so be it my most random thoughts in moments when i want to share it to someone but felt like it would be too burdensome for them.

i thought february would let me breathe, but i guess it had other plans for me.

to summarize 2024 is to write a short story about the darkest (by far, pls i can't bear more) part of my life since i became aware of life itself. and i am not exaggerating, because even though i had some of the best moments of my life this year, it still can't hide the fact that 2024 is, well, shitty most of the time.

i don't know if it has anything to do with the year itself or it is because i am getting older and my ability of finding happiness in the littlest things in life has been impaired. but one thing's for sure, it sure has felt like hell.

january was because of thesis. it was rewarding when it was done, but boy, the process was tedious. and i'm not even kidding. it was draining to the point where the mere mention of the topic was enough to make me anxious.

but wait, there's more!

in february, there's thesis again! this time, we have to finish the data gathering part, which, for me, is harder than finding supporting literature. it invovles people (my weakest link by the way) which consumed my whole being. nevertheless, i persevered (oh the queen i am) ikr

march was mellow-ish. another semester, another enrollment anxiety attack. but then again, i was proven that it was just in my head. in fact, it was easier than the past months because i am now adjusted and i felt like i can do everything now. also had a lot of friend-meets which helped me survive (fr, i love u guys <3)

april started good, because data gathering was done and i spent the second half of the month in the province. the memo on the synchronous sessions were a great help for my mental heath, because i got to rest (not really, but it was kind of a rest, breathe of fresh air) while still tending to my responsibilities as a student.

stayed there til the first half of may. but eventually, i needed to come back because we had to start writing the manuscript in preparation for our defense in june. this month revolved around thesis stuff again, which needed my newly-replenished supply of energy. but regardless, it ended productively so i guess it's a win-win for me.

june was the last month of the school year. it passed by like a blur, maybe because i was so busy with thesis and other school stuff that i failed to do other things. but hooray, thesis defended !

but... i wouldn't have survived june if not for my high anticipation for july. after two years, my father came home. when we fetched him at the airport, i suddenly felt like the child i was when he left. i felt giddy, felt like finally, i can turn off my brain because there's someone here to do the thinking for me. despite the fact that my father and i dont always see eye to eye, the little girl in me still feels like this whenever i try to tiptoe and wait for him in the arrival area.

july deserves two paragraphs, because believe me when i say that it was the busiest month of the year. it was, for the lack of better term, eventful. the first half was the four of us only. then when we went home to the province, it was with immediate family (it was also when i found out that i had tons of relatives in the province that i didn't know were my relatives until then). we went our almost everyday (very tiring for a homebody like me) T_T as if it wasn't consuming my entire being, unfortunately for me, i also had to attend classes during vacation because i had a summer semester in my current curriculum (sucks :P). now you get why i call it the busiest month of all?

and surprise,,, july bled into august. summer classes continued with the (daily) family activities. before i knew it, a month had passed since my dad arrived and now he has to go back. i may or may have not shed a tear or two, but you dont need to know that, do you? anywayyy, the next few days were spent catching up with missed school works and the last week was spent with friends, which made august worthwhile.

then finally, it was september. christmas season in my country starts early, so as the silly christmas preparations. but along these are my first phase of on the job (ojt) shenanigans. the whole month basically revolved around my life as a student trainee in one of the major national banks, where i experienced an 8-5 typa thing. honestly, it is also when i met people that made my experience bearable. i had fun while working and having a slice of my adult life should i choose a career in banking.

come october, still ojt days. i have already finished a 100 hours in september, then finished a hundred more. nothing much happened, just the average working days.

still the same for november. except, i've grown attached to the routine already. the end of my required schedule was near, yet i was nowhere near ready to be done with it. honestly, hours with these group of people made me reflect on myself more, and what i really want in life. septembet, october, and november were the calm times in 2024.

and what do they say about the calm before the storm?

YUP. december was not it.

it started great, but then again, problems found its way into what was supposed to be a happy year-end. i won't delve deeper into the specifics, but it would be an understatement to say it was messy. there was a lot happening at once, and i can't even put into words the severity of it. the only silver lining in this month was the parties i have attended, which definitely made it lighter, helping me forget about my problems for a while.

ok so wrapping this up before i sleep (or else i'll be forgetting about posting it in the morning)

and with that, the 2024 season comes to an end.

good night 💤

[juliu5cissor]

top ten reasons why i love carol

number one:

number two:

[watarfallar]

If I had a nickel for every time I posted an incorrect quotes dump, I'd have a lot of nickles!

BigB: What if I lied this whole time and I'm actually 18? Mumbo: BigB, stop trying to get drugs. BigB: Don't suppress my interests.

Lizzie: Oh, my God. Do you know what this is? Jimmy: It’s a book. There’s a lot of those in here, this is a library.

Tango: Don’t stay up all night, Ren. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

Scar: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. Gem, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Etho: Gem has no idea I’m high. Gem: You’re high? Etho: Oh, I’m sorry. Etho, leaning over to Grian: Gem has no idea I’m high.

Martyn: Why don't we just call it, "M.C. Donald's?" Scar: Because it just sounds like a stupid rapper's name. Cleo: It'd just be like- "Eyo, it's ya boy, M.C. Donald!"

Scar: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Grian: 'Prettiest Smile' Joel: 'Nicest Personality' Ren: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Cleo: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Impulse: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.

Pearl: So I’m the only one around here who can clean up, huh? You can't even lift a finger? Tango: Do I get to pick the finger?

Jimmy, talking to Impulse: Well Impulse, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would Gem do that?’ and if they would, I do not do that thing. Impulse: … Gem, from the distance: They’re not wrong though!

Pearl: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

BigB: Tango, what if there are monsters? Tango: Don’t worry, we’re top of the food chain. Much later… BigB, lying awake at night: I am the monster.

Pearl: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, Gem! *Neither of them die* Gem: … Pearl: … Gem: So do you wanna talk about somethi- Pearl: No thank you.

Bdubs: Aww, what's your dog's name? Tango: Spartacus. Bdubs, yelling to Martyn: TRY SPARTACUS! Martyn, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK! Tango: Bdubs: What's your favorite number?

Scott: Don’t say a word. Impulse: Fergalicious. Scott: Impulse, I said no words. Impulse: Oh, I see how it works. Two weeks ago, we’re playing Scrabble, it’s not a word, now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

Skizz, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

Cleo: Who wants to make fifty bucks? Tango: How? Cleo: I need someone to take the fall. Tango: What did you do? Cleo: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked. Etho, from the other room: Oh my god. Cleo: ... Etho: OH MY GOD! Tango: Make it a hundred. Cleo: Deal.

Mumbo: So jellyshish- Grian, laughing: JELLYSHISH!? Mumbo: You know what I meant!

Cleo: We can't lose. Because we have this. *points to their chest* Skizz: We have heart? Cleo: Heart? No, me. I'm pointing at myself. I'm going to win this for us.

Etho: Do you even have a plan? Tango: This is the plan! I break you out, chaos, destruction, something something something, we win! Etho: Oh, of course, the old “something something something we win”. That’s a terrible plan!

Pearl: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them? Grian: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them. Pearl: Okay yeah thanks Grian, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

Scar: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter seventeen

close to home | chapter seventeen

plot: the reader is on the run with Tyreese, Mika, Lizzie, and Judith. Meanwhile, Beth tries to get Daryl to talk about his grief and not give up hope

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,112 Warnings: violence, blood, loss, grief A/N: thanks for reading!

“We can’t be the only survivors,” Beth said, looking at the burning fire. The night air was hot, and the fire didn’t help. But they needed something to cook their dinner on. When she looked up at Daryl, he, too, was staring at the fire. She could see the sweat on his face, the dirt that coated it. The exhaustion and sorrow that were written across his face were enough to make her own heartache.

“We can’t be,” Beth said again, louder. In the distance, an owl hooted, and she looked over toward the sound for a moment, but it didn’t sound again. “Maggie, Glenn… (Y/N).” 

At the sound of your name, Daryl looked up. “She was in the quarantine cell block. It took a hit from the damn tank. She’s…” But he couldn’t finish his sentence. You were gone. Dead. And his heart was so heavy and so broken that it sat on his lungs, making each breath more difficult than the last. 

“You don’t know that. You don’t know anything,” Beth said. “I bet you that they’re all alive. And they’re lookin’ for us too.” 

Daryl didn’t respond and looked at the fire again. He didn’t need to argue with her. He knew the truth. You were gone. The prison was gone. Everyone and everything he loved was gone. He had nothing else to live for.

***

A mile south, you and Tyreese led the girls through the woods. You weren’t sure where you were going. You weren’t even sure where you were. You just knew that you had to keep moving. You had to find somewhere safe. Somewhere you could pull yourself together and continue on. No matter how hard it would be. 

“Look, grapes!” Mika suddenly yelled, running over to a huge bush. Tyreese stopped walking and turned back. You and Lizzie paused as well. “Can we eat them?”

You walked over to the plant and inspected the bush before nodding. “Yes, go ahead.”

Judith started fussing, and Tyreese bent down to change her while you kept watching around the group. The girls devoured as many grapes as possible and started to pull a bunch out and collect them. They offered some to Tora, but she deemed them unacceptable. 

Rustling in the bush caused Mika to scream, and she took off. 

“Shit,” You cursed, grabbing your machete and running after the young girl. 

Tyreese and Lizzie were soon on your trail, and you started panicking when Mika came out from behind a tree. You breathed a sigh of relief as Tyreese spoke to her in his gentle tone and looked around the area again. 

“Tyreese!” You yelled when you heard someone screaming, and the man ran over to you. 

“I’m going to go check it out,” He said, handing you Judith. 

“No-”

“It could be people from the prison, and you need to stay with the girls,” He said. Before you could say anything else, he took off. You sighed loudly, handed the baby to Lizzie, and then whistled for Tora. She was given to Mika, and you grabbed Lizzie’s gun, standing on guard. 

“(Y/N)!” Mika yelled when something rustled behind the bush. You cocked the gun and aimed, ready to fire. 

“Don’t shoot (Y/N). It’s me.”

You dropped the gun and sighed with relief when you saw it was Carol, and you took a few steps to hug her tightly. “Thank God. I didn’t know who got out. I couldn’t see anyone,” You said, giving her another squeeze before you let go. 

Both the girls gave Carol the best hug they could with their arms full, and both started asking her questions in overexcitement. But you spoke above them both. 

“Did anyone else make it?”

Looking sadly at you, Carol said, “I don’t know.” 

You nodded and blinked back a few tears. “We heard someone in trouble. We should go see if Tyreese needs help.” 

***

“What do you think?”

“I’m not sure….”

“Our people could see these signs,” You said, your finger anxiously playing with the string of your bow. “Daryl and Maggie and Beth and Uncle Hershel. Anyone could have.”

The three of you exchanged a look and then looked at the girls. They were all so young; Judith was only a baby. You knew the three of you could keep the safe, but for how long? There’s a reason there weren’t too many kids at the prison. 

You swallowed thickly and looked back at Tyreese and Carol. “We need to go. For them.”

***

Daryl wasn’t sure how long it had been since the prison fell. Two, maybe three? His days consisted of running and finding food. Beth was growing tired and only cared about having a drink. Every time he looked at her he could only think about you. The two of you shared blood, and your smiles were similar. He was thankful he was able to save your cousin, even if he couldn’t save you. 

The taste of moonshine was like ash in his mouth, but it made him feel better, and he kept drinking, even if the voice in his head told him no. 

“We should try and find a map of the area, like at a gas station or something,” Beth said, wiping her mouth with a dirty wrist. “We can x out areas we’ve been to.”

“What for?”

“To look. I want to look for Maggie and (Y/N).”

Daryl shook his head and took a drink. “They dead.”

“No, they ain’t and stop saying that. You don’t know it.” She said, watching the sorrow on his face. “What was even goin’ on between you and (Y/N) anyway. Everyone saw it.”

“Saw what?”

Beth shrugged, “The way you two look at each other, I guess.”

The alcohol in his system made it harder to picture your face, and anger and frustration flooded his veins. “It don’ matter. We’re never seein’ her again.”

***

Just past dawn, Daryl collapsed to his knees with Beth’s name unspoken on his lips. He had no idea how the night had turned so shitty and how he had lost her. He didn’t know which direction the car had taken her, and he didn’t know where to begin trying to find her. 

The asphalt bit at his knees as he slammed a fist to the ground, crying in desperation. He was utterly and pathetically alone. He’d failed to keep the prison safe and you safe and alive after promising to do just that, and now he lost your cousin. He had failed, and now he had nothing. 

[rosegoldenatlas]

The Temple (Pt 4)

It was hard. Starting it all again. With how it had ended the last time buzzing in his head almost constantly.

The Mezalean King is dead. He would say to nobody in particular while the mans scars still showed on his flesh.

He did what he always did. He built and he built and he didn't talk to anybody unless the loneliness started to claw at him.

But he couldn't ignore things like before. He learned his lesson, dying with the lot is better than surviving alone.

So he grinned and boasted and used magic more than he ever has before. He built in the sky and said he was its god.

He wasn't. Though the magic he had earned from being the ocean goddesses prophet was more powerful than he had ever felt and it certainly made him feel like a god.

Lizzie didn't talk go him. Of course she didn't. And he didn't push for it. If she wanted space and time then she would get it.

(The feeling of being Alone was much more noticeable now. He thought the death game would make it better. It only made him much, much worse and a lot more paranoid about that feeling from before, the feeling of eyes with nothing behind them, watching, waiting)

So he threw himself into projects, he pranked Jimmy more rimes than he could count because Jimmy was fast to see it and faster to strike back. No time between to notice the Alone.

He talked to her exactly twice. The first because Sausage and him needed a babysitter for Hermes. She didn't speak to him, he didn't say sorry, they just looked.

The second was because he needed amethyst. She had made such a beautiful town, it felt so full and alive. His city felt empty. He wanted to wrap her into a tight hug and never let go when she came back with a 'foxload' of amethyst. But he couldn't. He thanked her and he left.

Nobody spoke of the world before this one. He could tell that some people remembered, when someone would mention corruption or demons he would see the people that remembered flinch or recoil. Nobody talked about it.

When it was over, he sat in his empty city in the sky, missing the colors of his old kingdom. He had built with white because it was easy to not remember Mezalea, there was never any white there, but now he missed it. On the next world maybe he could rebuild Mezalea. Just a little different.

Grian invited him to Hermitcraft. He said yes, but numbly. Lizzie wouldn't be there. Lizzie was still upset with him.

Smallishbeans whispered to LdShadowlady: I'm going to join Hermitcraft.

LdShadowlady whispered to Smallishbeans: Safe travels. I'm almost ready to talk. I love you.

[collierose1]

oh lord do i have so many songs that make me think of ethubs

Envy by Sparkbird

"I don't need to be rich Only so wealthy as to pay for my food I don't need to be huge Only so big as to ever be noticed"

"I must confess An embarrassing truth Almost nothing can hurt me Like thinking of you

You've got a beautiful home Bestselling novel and effortless style You enchant the people around you They swoon when you show even the hint of a smile"

I Love You I'm Sorry by Mel Bryan & the Mercy Makers

"You said remember when we were so happy said I thought that we still were I guess shouldn't think so much You said how can I change what's already made up its mind? And I said god damn it I'm so out of touch

But when I get high I'm as high as the moon you're crying after your happy ever after I apologize and I don't know why I say I love you I'm sorry I love you so much I'm sorry about it

And I can't twist your arms around your back and tell you to take me as I am, as I am And I can't twist myself around the truth and tell you I'm not shaking cause I am, yes I Am"

ILYIS 2 by Mel Bryan & the Mercy Makers

"I love you you're so selfless I'm sorry I'm so selfish

I love that you're so gentle And I'm sorry I'm so hellish

I love it when you hold me Cause I'm sorry I'm in pieces

But you put me back together And you make me feel what peace is

Patience and kindness and softness of the touch And I scream and I'm nasty and I'm brutal and I'm rough

But maybe I'm so sorry Cause I can't accept the truth That I'm not sorry for me I'm sorry for you"

thats the entire song sorryyy

your money or your life (the comet) by The Paper Chase

ok you just ahve to hear me out on this one ok

"Summon the chess pieces up Growing ill of being picked up By the loon, assuming it suits you Like your false teeth they're going with you And all the millions of fat, hateful children We are tubes with holes at the ending I don't need you to love my soul I need you to love my body, you know

No one's gonna save you No one's gonna save you No one's gonna save you Your money or your life Your money or your life"

ok so imagine the no ones gonna save you but its Bdubs in last life like hunting lizzie down, no ones gonna save her, then after she's dead it's grain and joel shooting out after rhim, Etho's gonna save him!! Bdubs DIES screaming out for Etho dotdotdot like he thinks etho will save him will give him a life and it'll all be good!! but he doesn't and bdusb fucking dies am I crazy.....am I crazy...... and also the whole "he doesn't love you" talk like bdubs etho wont save you!!!!! can you hear me!!!!!

and also Mad Dog by The Crane Wives

ok goodbye im ill over ethubs

OHHHH MY GOD I LOVE THESE ALL THANK YOU glad to know we are both unwell <3

in return i give you:

hot tea - half alive

"hold you in my hands like hot tea

Knowing l'm safe 'cause you want me

sitting in a garden at your feet

You, me, only

Holding on and on"

like i feel like the whole song is screaming last life ethubs, especially centered around the fact that the snow fort was COLD and this is HOT tea. also one line is "cant afford to lose you any longer" which is so etho being upset that bdubs keeps dying

[uhohbestie]

Hi! I literally JUST finished reading TAMN and it is easily one of the best scarian fics like. of all time. in my opinion. but for context i binged it for a bit at first and then took a bit of a break for my heart to recover and then came back to finish it off, so i’ve been sort of avoiding discussion about it on here as to not be spoiled until now.

That is to say i’m not sure what questions have already been asked and answered and while i’ve tried to scroll through the asks to check i’m very behind so i apologize if this has already been touched on BUT

Do you ever plan to reveal what happened with Joel, or is that something you plan to leave ambiguous? Or Lizzie? I got so attached to him during his relatively short time in the fic and my god the gunshot scene- Its going to haunt me a little not knowing if he lived or not, but I also fully understand if that’s not a question you intend to answer.

I’m also curious if they ever end up meeting with mumbo (i’m assuming that was the aforementioned “mustache man” because who else) or found pearl, also is Scott alive out there somewhere in this AU? Did Cub survive? I know I’m asking way too many questions and I don’t really expect answers to all of if any of them, but if any extra details are allowed i’d love to hear them.

Regardless thank you so much for writing this fic, it’s clear there was a lot of love poured into it and that was reflected in the absolute emotional rollercoaster it took me on. The world and the characters and the tension was all completely captivating, I felt absorbed in it all in a way I only ever really experience once in a blue moon and it’s something I cherish. This fic is always going to stick with me, and I can tell by all the fan works that have been made that I’m not the only one, so congrats on putting something out there that managed to resonate with so many people. I’m thinking about joining the discord sometime soon, but I need a minute to process the emotions I’m having over making it to the end of this fic now haha. Anyway I didn’t mean to make this into a whole essay, so thank you if you actually take the time to read my rambling, and I hope your pillow is nice and cold for you tonight :)

Aaa thank you SO much, we're both so happy that you enjoyed TAMN!! As long time long-fic readers ourselves, it was so special for us to get to write and share it, and hearing that people enjoyed it as much as they did has given us both SO much happiness. It means a lot!!! <3 <3

As for your questions!!!

Some of them we can answer, and some of then we'd like to keep vague and ambiguous on purpose. I know for a fact that writing Lizzie/Pearl's side-story is something both Key and I are champing at the bit to get to, and we're also very interested in writing some prequel portions of the Redwood compound in their earlier "establishing" phase, while also continuing to explore Scar and Grian's story (both in pre-zombie apocalypse vignettes, and in post-epilogue one-shots). Other parts we don't want to promise because admittedly it's a world that could easily expand infinitely and we are but two lowly writers, and even more is going to be left open-ended on purpose, because it invites people to get creative on their own, and that "oh my gosh, what do you think happened HERE.... do you think maybe....?" is one of the things that got us so invested in fandom and fanfic ourselves in the first place.

Which!!! (shameless segue) brings me to the TAMNcord Discord!!!

Honestly and for true, some great "what if..." conversation occurs there pretty much daily by the incredible people that TAMN has attracted. Anyone and everyone is welcome to join, and feel free to simply lurk and observe if you'd like! If that's of interest to you (or anyone reading this) then we'd love to have you!

Thank you again for reading TAMN, I'm so happy you liked it :') <3 <3 -🔒

[void-damned]

My Dishonored Winter Feast (@dishonoredgiftexchange) gift for Eva (@vilecrocodile) trying to mash up as many prompts together as possible. Hope you and the rest of this story's readers enjoy this pure chaos and improv :)

Cathedral With No Gods

Working or alternative title: pass me the knife (and i'll eat you alive) Rating: M Word Count: 46,095 Warnings: Canon-typical Violence, Temporary Character Death, Graphic Descriptions of Gore

Pairings: Billie Lurk/ Emily Kaldwin (main), Mindy Blanchard/Lizzy Stride

Dozens of leaflets crowd Emily's vision and cold sweat runs down her back - a face that belongs to her but is not hers stares right back at her, looking through her. She recognises a shadow of herself pressing a knife into an innocent man's throat but knows that it is not her hand that drove it in.

If she is in Dunwall—with everyone's eyes on her at all times—then who is the person murdering civilians in Karnaca, and why do people believe it could be her?

When the Empress' face is stolen, she embarks on a journey back to her father's homeland to clean her name and take back what's hers.

(Special 'Thank you' goes to Light (@no-light-left-on) for having to endure my whining, and Control (@uncontrol-freak) for getting their own share of it and for proofreading this monstrous thing! :D)

[lizzieblabbers]

something is wrong with me

i know there's a ninety percent chance that this is just pcos messing up with my hormones, or a ten percent chance that people are really testing me

its been days and ever since i feel resentful of every little thing that does not go my way. i am so frustrated with everything i might explode

it doesn't help that my acne is getting fucking worse lately (which may have been caused by the stress induced by reasons unknown to me) and its physically hurting me, making me more irritable

honestly i am just so tired of living (as me) in this shithole

i mean yeah there's a bright side but im starting to doubt if that was mean to balance out the bad ones or just to make the latter more powerful and felt??

SEE THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME

there are unnecessary things running through my head rn and it has already caused me to be two days behind my schedule (FUCK IT REALLY)

i had coffee today so maybe its the reason why i had the guts to write and publish this tonight and not let it rot in my drafts for days

...maybe coffee's the answer to my writer's block?

BUT THATS NOT THE ISSUE

either way i know i have to fix my sleeping schedule (which has been shit for the past few days, by the way) to be productive again and actually feel like a living human being and not just merely existing

ok thats it im gonna sleep its already 11:48 bye

[life-winners-liveblog]

But anyways- live reactions woo!

(May 9/10/11); The fact that LL!Scott thinks burning alive/falling in lava would be the worst way to die due to continuing to feel the pain. And yet thats how LimL!Martyn killed his Scott

Oh I see, whispers have already hinted at it... Meanwhile Martyn is being asked about food lmao. Also poor Martyn still getting things thrown at him

Oooo Grian's statement about infection is interesting... does that mean someone who died with Wither poisoning still constantly feels the effects? It would be interesting to see. My personal concept of the Wither effect is that long or extreme exposure leaves your skin a very sickly pale, allowing you to slightly see your veins through it, veins of which have been tinged black by the effect. Further prolonged exposure would result in things like the your fingers and hands being stained black, as if all the previous warmth and redness of your skin has been overtaken by the cold painful chill of the withering.

I believe I understand what Scar was truly meaning with his answer. And as someone with a chronic illness... I definitely get it. Slowly watching as your body loses function, even though my body is still technically fine at this point, I will likely need a wheelchair in the next 20 years which is.. hard to accept. Especially as someone who love traveling and hiking. To know I have a time limit. A ticking clock you could say. Its... difficult. It affects you, mentally, to know you only have so long. And unlike the games, there is no way to postpone it. There is no fight to survive. Just... living while you have the chance. Doing what you can with the time you have.

Ah yes, we can always trust Cleo to think of dismemberment. (midway through writing this, specifically Cleo's. my other page refreshed and sent me back to the top... thank you Cleo for driving me insane even in the real world /j)

Also the whole- 24 facets of yourself thing with Pearl- Aeor I could not deal with that. Thank god I'm not the one with the tie. Though I am curious as to how it would affect DL!Scott, and what his different facets would look like.

Aaand there's Martyn with Withering. So perhaps thine Author's thoughts on the matter are similar to my own.

Ooo Pearl with the frostbite. A very understandable answer, though interesting that it is practically the exact opposite of Scott's. Eternally freezing, so cold that it burns. Crystalizing your skin, slowly sapping your energy, till you can do nothing but succumb yourself to your fate. Compared to burning. Truly burning away, a fate DL!Etho and Joel are actually very familiar with. Along with LimL!Scott. Burning to a crisp, or burning away in magma. Either one having to slowly feel the heat burning away your flesh, and melding your clothes and armor into your skin. While it would be a slow process moving around the void constantly frozen, the pain of trying to move with charred limbs embedded with iron... Both fates truly torturous.

OH I FORGOT ABOUT DYING TO THE VOID! Good call LL!Martyn. I forget just how the void technically kills you but I believe it would have to do with the lack of heat sources and air. So yeah freezing and suffocating eternally wouldn't be fun. I guess we could always ask SL!Lizzie what it's like, if she'd be willing to talk about it.

-Xas

Ohhhh smart! I like the analysis done like this.

[royallygray]

So in your superhero-soul link-au thingy the skyblings and the seablings are all siblings. So how does that work?

Like are they all avians but also with fins and gills? Do we get moth Pearl or avian Pearl or fish Pearl? Does Lizzie have bird wings? Do they have to keep not being human a secret or are they just open about it? Are they all full siblings or are some half siblings or adopted? Please ive been thinking about this for so long.

WHAT DOES PEARL LOOK LIKE IM DOING AN ART

Firstly, omg omg omg omg OH MY GOD OH MY GOD??? YOU WANT TO DO AN ART?? FOR MY SILLY LITTLE AU?? OH MY GOD :D

Secondly, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS AGDHLSJDFSDFJ (gives me an excuse/a prompt to rant :D)

I’m so honored.

It gets a little (read: a lot) extensive bc I like to give a lot of background and reasoning for why stuff is the way it is but in case I get rly unclear the direct answers to each question will be at the end.

Grian and Pearl are biological siblings that share both parents (they have two moms, one is trans and one is cis, and they are fantastic parents who are so in love with each other. Both are avian hybrids.) Pearl is one year older than Grian. Their family name is Azure. They don’t have fish traits.

Grian has the traditional parrot red-yellow-blue wings and Pearl has midnight blue wings with gray and white speckles on the bottom half. Idk if they have the ear wings.

Lizzie and Jimmy share a dad, who is a piscine hybrid. (Piscine is basically just the word avian (relating to birds) for fish. Saying fish hybrid sounded significantly less cool so I found this and now they are piscine hybrids. Also it sounds like pool in spanish which. is fine i guess fuck you latin.) The dad’s last name is Marina, because of the relation to fish and the sea and stuff, but it’s also Marina and not Marine because I’m pretty sure I was listening to Oh No! or Seventeen (by Marina) while creating the name.

Jimmy’s mom was human, and Lizzie’s mom is fae. Lizzie is the same age as Grian, and they’re about five years older than Jimmy.

Lizzie has piscine traits (fins, gills along with lungs, ear fins) AND has fae wings and her eyes tend to glow. The piscine is from ESMP1 axolotl and the fae is from the Fairy Fort in LL. Jimmy is supposed to have piscine traits, (cod, courtesy of ESMP1) and he was born with them. However, within the day he was born, the fins and gills started either falling off or self destructing, respectively. He started growing wings (which o7 to the nurses of this imaginary hospital jesus christ) and the ear wings. So within the day he was born, he completely transferred from being a healthy piscine baby to an avian. And due to the yellow downy feathers, Jimmy’s mom knew that he was the canary. (also rip Jimmy’s mom you will be missed o7)

So Jimmy’s mom (Last name Solidarity. Jimmy's last name was supposed to be Solidarity-Marina) was besties with one of the Skybling moms, and she was basically like “hi bestie you have avian kids, right? mhm so essentially my kiddo was a fish and now hes not a fish and he’s a bird and this is a problem because I think he’s the prophecy which means that he’s got a TARGET on his head and I want my son alive. if you guys accept him into your family, it will look significantly less suspicious. also i’m not gonna make it that childbirth took a lot out of me”

negotiations were made between the four adults (jimmy’s mom, seablings’ dad, skyblings’ moms) and jimmy got very subtly adopted before his mom died. (o7, we will miss you)

When Jimmy’s somewhere from two to four, Lizzie (age ~7-9) gets adopted too because her dad is too unstable and he is BARELY keeping it together. Jimmy’s mom was the love of his life (i’m pretty sure lizzie was either the result of a one-night-stand or a mildly brief fling) and he is Not Okay. So it was arranged that Lizzie got adopted by the Azures, which she was thrilled about bc they’re cool as fuck.

(also Lizzie’s mom (Last name Shadow. Lizzie's last name is Shadow-Marina) was Not really prepared for a child. She was not emotionally prepared for the commitment of a child, nor did she actually have a stable paying job. By the time that seablings’ dad gotta go, she’s also not qualified to adopt Lizzie since there’s just a bunch of shit that she’s got going on in her life. But she does hang out with Lizzie monthly throughout her childhood with the Azures, and they still visit occasionally throughout Lizzie’s adulthood. she’s more like the cool aunt than the mom)

When the Azures adopted Lizzie, they had a pool installed in their backyard (the Azures are solid middle class. They can afford a pool bc of hybrid pensions. Hybrid pensions are basically just getting more resources to accommodate for your traits. The Azures have the Avian Mansion Pension, which is just a ginormous house because you gotta have space to stretch your wings. basically enrichment/some basic needs for hybrids)

When the kids started learning magic, specifically shifting magic, they wanted to learn how to shift to be more alike to piscine hybrids. Throughout childhood, Pearl, Grian, and Jimmy all got better at shifting to piscine hybrid traits. This hobby was to help Lizzie feel more included in culture stuff, but also if Jimmy randomly started becoming a fish again, his body wouldn’t have to build something from scratch and it would be less painful and easier to adapt to.

Pearl shifted into a salmon piscine hybrid, Grian to a cod piscine hybrid, and because Jimmy wanted to be like his cool older brother, he also shifted to a cod piscine hybrid.

(shifting is a type of Guise Magic. it’s basically glamor from through the sky blue cracks au or the Mist from PJO/HoO.)

Basically, if you draw her younger, it’s totally plausible to draw Pearl as a fish. and you could technically draw them all with fins and gills.

Lizzie never particularly cared about trying to imitate avian wings since she had her own fae wings.

I haven’t quite decided what the social system does about hybrids. Generally, I’ve been trying to make it so that humans and hybrids literally have the same social status and stuff so technically they’re equal. However, I did also make stuff like avian mansion pensions exist so idk. but they don’t need to hide their hybrid traits in public

SUMMARY BECAUSE THAT WAS REALLY FUCKING LONG LMAO:

Pearl and Grian are full avian hybrids. Jimmy is also an avian, although born piscine. Lizzie is a piscine hybrid. (Piscine is like the word avian (relating to birds) for fish.) Lizzie is the only one with fins. She has gills and also has lungs. When born, Jimmy also had gills and fins, but they dropped off and got replaced with wings and ear wings.

We get avian Pearl, but Pearl, Grian, Jimmy, and Lizzie used to roleplay as fish to practice magic for if/when Jimmy ever returned to being a piscine, and also to make Lizzie feel more included and learn some about her culture.

Lizzie does not have bird wings, but she does have fairy wings.

In this AU, hybrids aren’t treated any different than humans. They’re open about it.

Pearl and Grian are full siblings. Jimmy and Lizzie are half siblings. Jimmy and Lizzie are adopted into Pearl and Grian’s family, although Jimmy thinks he’s biologically related to Pearl & Grian (until he learns he’s not, at some point in the plot).

Hope this was clear and interesting :]

[watarfallar]

I am throwing these in your faces

Grian: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

Bdubs: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

Bdubs: Tell me, what you are mad at? Joel: I paid twenty dollars for bottomless drinks. Gem, in the background: They got to the bottom. Joel: What is that? The bottom of the damn glass!

Jimmy: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Martyn: Did Tango say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Jimmy: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

Gem: *raises eyebrows* Scar: Put those back down!

Jimmy: I don’t know, this plan seems complicated. Grian: You once said that about an orange. Jimmy: They don’t make sense. Apples, you eat their clothes but oranges you don’t.

Impulse: She's the girl of my dreams! Cleo: You say every girl is the girl of your dreams. Impulse: I have a lot of dreams.

Mumbo: If you had to choose between Ren and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Pearl: That depends, how much money are we talking about? Ren: Pearl! Mumbo: 63 cents. Pearl: …I’ll take the money. Ren: PEARL!!!

Joel: You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container. Lizzie: Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless but the pasta is now.

Martyn: You’re alive. Grian: No need to sound so disappointed.

Cleo: I’m doing what I can to jog your memory. Mumbo: It’s jogging, I guess. Its tiddies are jiggling a little. Cleo: Nice.

Ren: Man, I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me all these chips and junk! BigB:I’M NOT! I was eating them and you took them. Ren: You said I should try some! BigB: I said they were good. Ren: That’s not how I heard it.

Impulse: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Bdubs: You’re too young to have enemies. Impulse: You don’t even know.

Cleo: Martyn, are you okay?! Martyn: I told you to stop asking stupid questions!

Etho: What do rainbows mean to you? Gem: Gay rights. Ren: There's money. Skizz: The sign of God's promise to never destroy the whole Earth with a flood. Impulse: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops.

Scott: Can I borrow five dollars? Etho: If you’re only borrowing it, does that mean you’ll pay me back? Scott: Of course. Scott: Not directly, but with my love and affection. Etho: So that’s a no.

Scar: I have a philosophy in life; if the seat is open, the job is open. That’s how I came to briefly drive a Formula 1 car.

Cleo, passing their phone to Bdubs: I'm passing the phone to someone, who if I had to choose between hanging out with them, and having my organs removed one by one, I’d choose the organs. Bdubs, passing the phone back to Cleo: I'm passing the phone to my best friend!

Cleo: I want to kiss you. Bdubs, not paying attention: What? Cleo: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Scott: Bye Cleo! Bye Joel! Bye Mumbo! Bye Gem! Bye Cleo! Grian: You said ‘bye Cleo’ twice. Scott: I like Cleo.

Martyn: *closes a cabinet* *a crash is heard behind the cabinet door* Joel: What was that? Martyn: The sound of someone else's problem.

Joel: I’m not a doctor I’m a medic. Bdubs: What’s the difference then? Joel: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die. Ren: Note to self; never get shot.

Gem: We need a diversion. I say Cleo gets naked. Etho: No. Gem: I could get naked. The squad: NO!!!

Ren: I’m gonna kill you. Skizz: Get in line!

[according2thelore]

happy wincest wednesday to you both! my question of the week for both of you is: when and how did you start shipping wincest? do you remember a specific moment where you went "oh my god, they're actually fucking*???"

*or a suitable equivalent

(@incesthemes)

hi, ciel! happy wincest wednesday! :)

charlotte: when lizzy planted the seed in my head while watching the early seasons for the first time 🙂‍↕️ we would call out all the weird shit they did to our friends’ chagrin

lizzy: honestly idk...i was tangentially aware of it when i watched the show the first time back in 2013/14 and tried my hand at writing some fanfic, so i must've started shipping it at some point in the show that i don't remember, but it wasn't until i rewatched the show w charlotte and our friends that i remembered!! OH YEAH!! these brothers are WEIRD. and could actually point to larger themes/textual evidence, lol. i was primed for it, so s1e2 when sam looked at dean like he wanted to eat him alive i was back on track. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

thank you for this ask! :)

-charlotte + lizzy

[nightraiderwrites]

The Happier Ending.

False enters home a little lost. Not physically- she has an excellent sense of direction- but emotionally. She should tie up all her loose ends, right?

The house is quiet when she walks in. Recipe books line the shelves, dirty dishes sit in the sink. A wooden pencil grip sits on the coffee table in their living room. Fading candles light the dying Christmas tree in the corner of their living room.

Pix, Pearl and Tango are asleep in their rooms. The living room is filled only with her breathing.

Pearl’s statues cast flickering shadows in the gasping light of candles. False watches as they dance across the walls, claiming the light as they prance. They almost look alive, as if trying to grasp life like it’s theirs.

Her comm sits in her inventory. The copper casing is beaten, and almost broken. Gears are soldered along the edge, and her name is carved in shaky handwriting. She is afraid to take it out.

False does it anyway.

“Hey, Tango,” she starts, hitting the record button. “Um, I know you're going to be mad, and I'm sorry. I can't do anything else, y'know?” She sucks in a breath. What is she doing? “God. God. What am I supposed to say?”  I asked him to kill me first, before you. To- hang on.”

She hears footsteps coming up the stairs. “Tango?” she asks. “ Why're you up?” He freezes in place, and fumbles his communicator out. There’s a moment of pause as he types in the dark. “...Why are you up?” reads out the text to speech voice.

False laughs quietly. “Because I can be,” she replies. He raises an eyebrow. In the dark, the candles cast an ominous shadow over face, leaving his eyes to glow red in the dark. “Okay, okay,” she says. “I was going out to the Temple. I needed to take a moment to pray to the Light for guidance.”

“You're welcome to join me.” Tango looks down, typing on his comm. “I'm going to stay inside. I'll make you some more handwriting sheets,” says the robotic voice. “Oh!” False replies. “Thank you.”

He types again, and presses enter. “Good night, Falsie.” She smiles at him. “Good night, Tango.”

Tango walks away, climbing back down the stairs.

False sniffles, and turns back to her comm.

“Okay, you're gone. Yeah, um. I just want to keep you safe.” She exhales. “I can't do anything else. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don't-” Her hand is shaking. Her chest hurts. “Jeez, this is hard. This is difficult. I know this is selfish of me.” This is the most selfish thing she’s done.

“Please forgive me. Please don't hate me. I- ack. I wish I had more time. Um, keep yourself safe. Stay happy. I-” Her voice cracks, before her last word. “Bye.”

She hits stop. Breathes. Tries not to cry. False takes a handwriting sheet and flips it over, grasping a pencil shakily. Fr ToGgo, she writes, then crosses it out. Four TongO, she spells. Her scrawl is messy and all over the page. False closes her eyes, and remembers Gem’s hand correcting hers, Lizzie’s laugh, Pix’s kind words on the page, Pearl’s coffee and Tango’s smile.

She tries again. Fore toGnO. Somehow, she thinks it's wrong, but no one is here to correct her.

~

False’s boots crunch in the snow, [The Sun] warm in her grasp. She’s left her other swords at home, because [The Cog] no longer fits in her hand, [The Compass] no longer points North and [The Vengeance] has been put aside for something far more important.

She enters the Temple of Light, and bathes in the warmth. The mural seems a little dull, and the altar a little colder. Two candles sit on it, almost ready to be replaced.

False bows to the altar, and kneels. “Good evening, your majesty,” says the Soldier of the Sun. “Are you well?” The altar, of course, does not reply. But the candles seem to flicker in response, so False smiles, a little.

“Did I do the right thing?” she asks the candles. “Should I have asked?” No response. The candles keep swaying in the evening breeze. “Forgive me,” the Soldier says. “Forgive me. I know no other way to keep moving forward.”

She lays [The Sun] in front of her, parallel to the stairs, and presses her forehead to the floor. “Forgive me,” she says again. “Have mercy on my soul.” 

The Soldier prays at the Temple for as long as she can.

Footsteps crunch in the snow behind her. The Soldier recognises the steady gait of her companion. She rises from her position, and turns to smile at him.

“Tango?” False says. He looks dazed, eyes out of focus. His mouth opens, and closes. She smiles softly at him. “You should go back to the house.” Tango’s head shakes violently. He does not move from out of the doorway.

“You’re welcome to pray with me, if you wish,” False says. Outside, the snow falls harder and harder. Wind howls, shaking the foundation of the Temple. “Tango?” He blinks, and steps shakily forward, trailing snow behind him.

Something is wrong. She can feel it. His movements are stiff, his steps stilted. The Soldier’s hand creeps towards [The Sun], lightly grasping the hilt. He keeps moving towards her. The Shield walks across the room, his movements unnatural and jerky.

Her hand is on her sword. She stands, slowly. His hands are empty. He walks until they are face to face.

The Soldier looks into The Shield’s eyes. They are blank, looking past her, into her past, maybe. His hand reaches up and covers hers.

“Tango?” False says. Her heart thunders in her ears, pulse going wild. He breathes shakily.

With speed and strength that False didn’t know Tango possessed, he rips [The Sun] from her grasp. She stumbles backwards onto the stairs as he points it at her chest. He walks forward, applying more and more pressure as she scrambles up the stairs.

“Tango-” she gasps out. She automatically goes for another sword, hoping to grasp [The Cog] or [The Compass], but her hands ghost over empty space. Right. They’re waiting at home.

The Shield that lied pushes [The Sun] into The Soldier’s sternum. Her hands flail to grip the blade, to try and stop it, but it only cuts her palms. It goes all the way in, chipping into the stairs behind her.

Blood pours from her mouth, trickling warmly down her chin and spilling from her hands. “Ha,” she says weakly. “Didn’t think it’d be you.” His eyes clear, and he releases the hilt. He kneels beside her, trying to frantically stop the bleeding.

She breathes hard, needles of pain stabbing into her lungs. False’s breathing becomes labored, oxygen struggling its way in and out of her lungs. Red stains the golden blade. “It was… foolish… of me to… trust…” she gasps out, leaning forward.

Her hands reach out, to the man with a look of horror on his face. His hands meet hers, instantly sharing their redness. Silent sobbing shakes his shoulders, sending earthquakes into False’s dying body. Tango’s mouth moves noiselessly, begging useless cries for help from the universe.

Blood splatters as she coughs. No longer able to support herself, she falls forward. False does not expect to be caught, but his arms are the protection between her and the cold stone floor.

Tears trickle from his cheeks as False looks up from his arms. She reaches a hand, still bleeding to wipe them away. Red stains his cheeks where her fingers brush skin.

False searches his face for some malice, some ill-will with slowly fading vision. The only things she finds are regret, sorrow and horror.

“It,” she starts, struggling for breath. “Ha, it wasn’t your fault, was it?” He shakes his head. His words are still stuck in his throat. “You were just… a weapon.” False breathes out, hand resting on the blade in her chest. “Like me.”

Tango mouths no, over and over. No words escape his lips. “It’s alright,” she gasps out. It’s warm, in his arms. It reminds her of better times, curled up on the couch together. “You could… never hurt me.”

His grip tightens on her hand. The edges of her lips curl up in a weak smile. “Maybe…” False starts. “In another life… another time…” Her breath slows down. It’s getting harder to breathe.

Tango’s hair is sharpening and blurring intermittently. She can see the bad dye job washing out, and the tears filling his eyes.

“I would… have… liked to see… you go home…” Someone stands over them, smiling at her. Her green eyes sparkle unnaturally. A man, with a rugged brown beard, holds a shield. He stands on her right. “Tango,” False whispers. Tears prick her eyes. It really hurts to breathe. “Tango, I’m scared.”

He rocks back and forth, in what is probably meant to be a soothing action. It only makes the sword in her chest swing. A chill pools in her chest. “Tango,” False manages. “It’s so cold. I…” There’s no feeling in her legs. Cold crawls up her body.

She smiles tiredly, soothingly, lovingly, one last time. “I’ll see you again, Tango…”

The Soldier of the Sun squeezes once, twice. Her light goes out before she can squeeze again.

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Well, wasn’t that a twist?

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[Falsesymmetry was slain by Tango using [The Sun]]

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Haha, isn't that fun?

(Based off a game of mafia I played with my friends)

[thatonelightyear]

HI, YOU ARE 'BUILT' THEORY PERSON, YES? SIT. HAVE TEA. i HAVE MANY QUESTION...

Mkay but no seriously, some genuinely curious questions:

-When built, are the vehicles small/-er versions of themselves that grow into adults, or are they grown adults from the getgo?

-Are built vehicles' ages based off of the date they were manufactured? (I ask this in tandem with the above because I'm curious about how they would treat such things as childhood, ageing, and coming *of* age)

-Are there any parts of the built machines that are organic/semi-organic as to do stuff (ie eating/drinking)?

-What causes a vehicle to end up being built? Is it relative to two parents deciding "hey let's get a kid" and then their respective company creating one, or is it a more company, or god forbid government controlled "we make X amount of vehicles and they just go to homes and go out in the world".

-If they are already adults from the date of manufacture, do they just...instantly move into a garage somewhere? What constitutes as family to them, if they have any? Model similarities, company relations? Found family exclusively?

This list could probably be WAY bigger but I don't want to totally overload you any more lol. This is just a really interesting concept and perspective I've almost never dabbled in and I'm genuinely curious how these things might work through the built theory's lens.

I appreciate you reading this text wall btw :')

OMG ive never had such a long ask before aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa tysm :DDDD ahem now down to business

When built, are the vehicles small/-er versions of themselves that grow into adults, or are they grown adults from the getgo?

Ans: I personally headcanon that both versions would exist - that there are smaller versions that grow into adult frames, and that there are adult cars that roll straight off the production line (i hc that lightning is one of these cars, just manufactured then put on the track) but by and large cars manufactured at adult age tend to be a lot fewer than having children?? baby?? cars that grow up

Are built vehicles' ages based off of the date they were manufactured?

Yes I suppose so - but it really depends because from what I've seen in the Carsverse age seems to be a more fluid matter that doesn't nearly have as much impact on their lives? Case in point Lizzie who is literally a hundred years old and still kicking. Coming of age, ageing and childhood really depends from a car to car basis, maybe the families they were raised in, their personal preferences etc - tho obviously those cars who are small would *have* a childhood I'm more inclined to believe that adult cars - from the earlier point - don't nearly get this privillege

Are there any parts of the built machines that are organic/semi-organic as to do stuff

Nope. I believe in this world everything is just like the cars and vehicles in our world, and therefore the stuff they consume would probably depend on what kind of vehicle they are and therefore what fuel they will need. The 'food' is all fuel that has a changed appearance. Race cars don't normally ingest these foods because, well, their prime function is to race and the foods, however much they may be fuel-based, will never be the premium stuff needed to run a high performance engine smoothly

What causes a vehicle to end up being built? Is it relative to two parents deciding "hey let's get a kid" and then their respective company creating one, or is it a more company, or god forbid government controlled "we make X amount of vehicles and they just go to homes and go out in the world".

In Cars 1 Mack has a line that says 'thank the manufacturer you're alive' when he finds Lightning in RS, and so based off this- the Cars world has manufacturers and factories that manufacture the sentient cars, the nitty gritty details aren't known to the general population which is why they never really question it, it's just that they have manufacturers, and the sentient cars roll off the production line and thats that. Of course couples can opt to adopt one of these cars from any manufacturer (this would probably explain the differences in make and model in Carsverse families better imo)

If they are already adults from the date of manufacture, do they just...instantly move into a garage somewhere? What constitutes as family to them, if they have any? Model similarities, company relations? Found family exclusively?

Yep. I'd think that the companies settle them with a place somewhere and then good luck to you way out there!! They'll have no family, sad to say, and the first few years will get preetty lonely. Found family only ftw (might explain Lightning's whole... personality from this headcanon above lol)

Wow thats done :D was fun answering YIPEE feel free to send more anytime!!! (hopefully all my ramblings made sense. uh.) also would like to credit @whipplefilter and @the-kings-tail-fin since its from their stories that I literally got the basis of all this and like yeah :)

[stereopticons]

sevenish sentence sunday

Thanks for the tags, @rmd-writes and @rosedavid

“She’s been here for five minutes and she’s already inviting people over?!”

“Oh my god, David,” Alexis snaps, coming down the stairs that lead to his bedroom. “It’s not people, it’s just Stevie.”

“That’s rude,” David shoots back.

“No, she’s right,” Stevie calls with her mouth full.

“What the fuck,” he mutters. “What are you even doing here, Alexis? Is that my sweater?”

Alexis tugs the sleeves of his McQueen down over her hands in a way that it absolutely wasn’t meant for. David grits his teeth.

“Well, I, like, just got back from the shoot and I wanted to see my big brother?”

David narrows his eyes at her. “Yeah, I’m not buying that.” They’ve never been the kind of siblings who do that sort of thing. When Stavros broke up with Alexis the last time just over a year ago, it had taken six months for her to tell David she was actually living in the same city as him, much less that she’d enrolled in classes to get her PR certificate.

It doesn’t take long for her to crack. “Ugh, okay, fine, David,” she says. “Mutt and I broke up and I just didn’t want to go back to my apartment and, like, stare at all those stupid dead plants he gave me like some sort of sad, pathetic loser.”

“He gave you dead plants?” David asks.

“Well, no,” Alexis replies. “They were alive when he gave them to me.”

Tagging @housewifebuck @jettestar @hippolotamus @apothecarose @lizzie-bennetdarcy @chelle-68