#pineconnie

[girlnadian]

could i perchance have a uu kenwatfies drabble …hurt comfort maybe but idm i just miss them 😞

Notes. i Hate the farmers compound i hate the idea of death following ken every where she cant have anything. can you imagine? can you imagine masses of people just dying anywhere you go no matter what you do. blows up uu with my mind. anyway heres ken telling wifies about how all their citizens died. divider

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Ken's hands are shaking by the time she finishes the story. Wato has long since gone quiet. Wifies stares, and stares, and realizes for the first time how much worse Ken looks now.

Ken has always been like that—haunted, maybe—but Wifies thinks when they first met, Ken could still hide it. He looks awful now, there are circles under his eyes and his fur looks thin, like he hasn't been able to take care of it. Wifies glances Wato's way, and she averts her eyes, but Wifies can see the tangles in her hair. It's longer than he's ever seen on her.

He could have lost them.

The realization hits him like a physical blow to the stomach, hard enough to make him feel sick. He could have lost them. Ken and Wato were here, millions of blocks out, and they could have died. Would Wifies have even known?

Even in his worst moments, Wifies has never been able to imagine a life without Ken and Wato in it. They've both always just… been there, for as long as he can remember and even before that. Not even his nightmares could conjure up a world where he didn't have them, it felt like trying to imagine a new color. And Wifies had gotten so, so close to living in that impossible world, and he hadn't even known. What the hell has he been doing?

Ken mutters something. Wato stands from her seat to round on him, placing a hand on his shoulder to guide Ken closer to her. Ken follows with no fight. Wifies feels horribly, horribly hollow.

"I'm sorry," he says, finally. He doesn't know what for; maybe everything. He's sorry they went through that. He's sorry they went through that and he wasn't there.

"It's alright," Wato says. One of her hands rubs over Ken's back, up to his shoulder and then his neck before repeating the process. The movement is even and rhythmic; Wifies gets the feeling this is a position they've taken a lot. "We're glad you're here now. Yeah?"

Ken hums from where he's half-tilted into Wato's chest. Wifies swallows, and then he shifts closer, too. One of Ken's arms folds around his waist easily—Wifies wraps himself around the two of them, and neither of them complain when he holds tight. Wato's free hand comes up to pet his ears.

Wifies has never been allowed to cry. At least, not in a way that matters. His heart does not beat hard and his hands only shake as much as would look good on camera. Crying is ugly, so Wifies doesn't cry, but he buries his nose in Ken's soft hair and his throat still burns.

"Yeah," Wifies croaks. "I'm glad to be here."

[sharpestlives-mp3]

HIII 5 and 25?? for the asks thingy

5: SUPERNATURAL !!

25: yesss i made a lot probably the most significant character i’ve made this year is ween dinchester! he’s my character for a dnd campaign imma be in and he’s a pathetic failguy with a lost family fortune and a 2 year old son ^-^

end of year asks

[pineconnie]

one more charm ……

ody duo friendship bracelets !!!!1!1!1! ^O^ (+ dean)

[kiquebi]

I was yapping to @pineconnie abt Parrot making Wifies cookies the other day and this thing spawned in my docs. Hi Connie :D.

This was supposed to be small drabble but it turned out to be a 1140 word monstrosity instead lol. As usual, feel free to drop any constructive criticism if you have any, I’m still pretty new to writing fanfics. Have fun!

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“So you’re saying this Wifies guy left you stranded in the middle of nowhere after traveling with you thousands of blocks from spawn?”, Theo asks as he swipes at Parrot with his netherite sword. Parrot blocks the heavy blow with his shield, chest heaving. Theo didn’t hold back, casual spar or not.

“Well, he did say he wanted us to hide from the mafia. But don’t you think that’s useless?”. Parrot tries to get a hit in, but Theo just weaves around and takes another swipe at him. “And this is the same guy that helped you win Capture the Flag and get your council seat?”. There’s a hint of bewilderment in his voice, but Parrot doesn’t have time to dwell on it before Theo sweeps his legs from under him.

Parrot hits the ground and he feels his body go slack. He groans. Theo had beaten him in every round so far, but he didn’t seem to have any intentions of stopping until Parrot actually managed to get him down on the ground today. His arms burn from exhaustion and he squints against the bright sun. A shadow blocks the blinding rays and his vision clears to see Theo holding out his hand to him. Parrot takes it and Theo hauls him up with one arm, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Theo takes off his shades to wipe the sweat off his brows. There’s a look in his eyes Parrot can’t decipher as he faces him, “He’s that farmer in the purple, right? Can’t exactly blame the guy for not wanting to go head to head with all those diamond players like we did.” He puts his glasses back on and pats Parrots on the shoulder, “From what I’ve seen, he seems like a half decent guy. The way he looks at you all the time, I don’t think he meant much harm. Why don’t you two talk over lunch or something?”. The familiar flames of anger begin to lick at Parrot’s heart, but he finds that what once was a burning inferno of rage was now a tamer flickering ember.

Parrot doesn’t say anything to that, merely looking down and shifting his weight from one side to another, but Theo seemed satisfied enough with his reaction. He moves back into position and Parrot goes back into stance and their clashing begins again. But Theo’s words continue to ring in his head after their spar no matter how many times Parrot tries to forget them.

They continue to linger even as Parrot laid in bed that night, pondering over the past few days. He didn’t understand what Theo had meant about the way Wifies looked at him, but it has been different without Wifies at his side. Wifies did help him in that fight with the ice, so he supposes that he should thank him for that. He’s not completely forgiving him, but a gift wouldn’t hurt right?

And that was how Parrot found himself in the kitchen the next day with a bag of flour, sugar and a couple eggs in front of him. He remembers that Wifies mentioned liking red velvet cookies once but he didn’t have a clue how to make those. Surely, Parrot reasoned, chocolate chip cookies were close enough, containing chocolate and everything. He didn’t have any luck finding chocolate chips in the pantry but luckily, he managed to get a chocolate bar off Ratrick. He did have Parrot fork over most of his strength pots, but Parrot figured he could just get more at the farmer’s compound later.

Baking the cookies went relatively well, all things considered. The first batch Parrot made had come out burnt at the bottom but the second only came out a little misshapen. The chunks of chocolate he had cut out looked the right amount of melty and the cookie itself was just a little past golden brown. Parrot couldn’t afford to taste it but it smelled okay, so he decided to wrap that batch up.

It’s late-afternoon judging by the sun outside, so he figured Wifies should be free right about now. He pulled out his communicator and sent Wifies a message, 'Meet me in front of the statue’.

Having messaged Wifies, Parrot threw the cookies inside a bundle and flew over to find Wifies sitting at the base of a stair in front of the statue. Wifies seemed to perk up at the sound of him landing, and he quickly stands to face Parrot. Standing face to face with Wifies again after all that’s happened, Parrot looks at him. Really look at him this time.

He notes that Wifies’ hair seemed unkempt and under his eyes were bags even deeper than the ones he had that time when they were confined in Proton. There’s a weariness in the way his shoulders slumped and how his eyes just barely fail to meet his and Parrot’s heart aches.

There’s a festering emotion in his chest he can’t identify as he pulls the bundle out of his inventory and practically shoves it at Wifies. “I made something for you”. Wifies fumbles to catch the bundle, eyes wide in disbelief. “For me?”, his hands are shaky as they reach in and pull out a cookie. His eyes lit up at the sight of it and Parrot can’t seem to remember the last time he saw that expression on Wifies. Parrot watches as Wifies’ face breaks out into a tentative smile and he quickly adds, “This doesn’t mean I’m completely forgiving you though”. The sinking feeling in his chest grows as the words leave his mouth, but there’s no point in taking them back.

Wifies huffs and his eyes crinkle as they move towards the ground. The smile on his face is smaller now, but it’s there if Parrot looks closely enough. “Yeah, of course Parrot. Of course”, Wifies softly murmured as he brings the misshapen cookie to his mouth.

Parrot’s eyes follow the cookie as Wifies brings it up to his mouth, but he looks away just before Wifies could bite into it. He finds himself shuffling his body to face the setting sun instead, it’s light giving the buildings around them an orange hue.

It’s silent for a while, just of two of them and the rustling of the trees. But Parrot was never one for patience and he breaks the silence, “So, how are they?”. He hears the sound of Wifies moving to face the sun as well, and his voice is soft as he responds: “They’re delicious. Thank you Parrot, I really appreciate it”.

The silence returns, but this time it stays as they both move to sit on the stone stairs. It’s a comfortable silence, occasionally broken by Wifies munching on his chocolate chip cookies, but that’s enough for the both of them for now.

[seaw4tt]

@pineconnie

INSPIRED BY THIS POST BY PINECONNIE

Voice acting by me at 6 in the morning

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This is roo. They’re an oc i made that’s unintentionally an avatar of the lonely. I made them to process my feelings of loneliness and invisibility among “friends”.

Aren’t they cute?

@pineconnie

[ricochetfuel]

inspo from my moot, @pineconnie , but here's a warden's brain i made up :)))

[dumborangecat]

Infinity Train x Petrogrof fic is finally up! (Petrigrof both get stuck on the train, and are forced to solve their relationship issues in order to leave, the only problem is they both start out as there insane magic forms)

complete credit @pineconnie for the idea, they came up with it i just wrote it lol

[saiintvalentiine]

biblically accurate kenfies dropped on ur doorstep (they just escaped) :3c

THEYRE SO CUTEEEE CONNIE I AM HOLDING THEM GENTLY IN MY HANDS

[saiintvalentiine]

hihi do you have any happy odyssey duo/parfies hcs? 😞😞 im in withdrawal i miss them sm

I have a HC that they both read a little, but they both categorically do NOT understand poetry at all. they suck at it. so here is them reading one of my favorite poems bc I like suffering.

Word count: 385

“I didn't think you were a poetry guy,” Parrot says as he walks past the living room, a few bundles in his arms.

“I'm not,” Wifies calls out at him.

He's on the loveseat, poetry book in hand. He's more skimming than anything. He doesn't get it, exactly, but it's something to do and a new experience. Parrot rounds back and stands in front of Wifies's curled up form.

“Anything good?” he asks, glancing over the edge of the book.

“Here, this one's called—” he flips to the next page to a fresh poem. “Another Lullaby for Insomniacs.”

“You're the only insomniac here.”

“Let's see if it does anything for me then,” Wifies clears his throat. “Sleep, she will not linger: She turns her moon-cold shoulder. With no ring on her finger,” and he lifts his left hand and wiggles his ring less fingers at Parrot. “You cannot hope to hold her.”

Parrot snorts and grabs Wifies's hand, turning it back and forth.

“She turns her moon-cold shoulder, and tosses off the cover. You cannot hope to hold her: She has another lover.” Wifies raises an eyebrow. “She tosses off the cover and lays the darkness bare. She has another lover. Her heart is otherwhere.”

“It's repeating lines,” Parrot notes. “It's got a pattern.”

“Yeah, that's kinda cool,” Wifies says. Their fingers are interlocked now. “She lays the darkness bare. You slowly realize her heart is otherwhere. There's distance in her eyes.”

It's melancholic. Parrot has no commentary, nothing to say.

“You slowly realize that she will never linger, with distance in her eyes and no ring on her finger.”

There's silence. Parrot squeezes Wifies’s hand, shaking him out of his trance.

“I don't think I get poetry,” Wifies says, looking up at Parrot. “Like. . . I don't really know what that was all about. Obviously it's about insomnia, but it just sounds dramatic.”

“Yeah, I don't see the point.”

Parrot traces his thumb against Wifies's ring finger, an absent, soft movement. His talon brushes against the back of his hand over and over.

“But I mean, it means something to someone right? I'd like to understand.”

Parrot loosens his hold and Wifies slips his hand out of his grip, flipping to the next page.

“Well when you're done with that, come help me.”

“I will.”

[saiintvalentiine]

walking into ur asks like i just escaped a natural disaster (parrotx2 video) and asking for kww in farming district angst or hurt/comfort 🙏🙏

ok i dont know why this is where my mind went for this??? i hope its. alright. set right after parrot leaves kww for the capture the flag game.

Word count: 456

“He's the worst,” Ken says, leaning back in his seat. “Is he always like this?”

“Yes,” Wifies says, rubbing his face. He cycles through the motions over and over. “Probably a bit worse than usual but yes.”

“And you like this guy?” Ken scoffs. “I did not drag you ass first out of that bedrock box just for you to have horrible taste in men.”

“I don't even know why you did it in the first place at this point.”

“Okay, wow, no, do not say that,” Ken says, sitting up. “Don't say that.”

Wato sits on the table ahead of Wifies, kicking at his seat lightly. Wifies drops his hands and looks at them, eyes stinging.

“You know that wasn't okay, right?” Wato asks.

“Yeah, sorry, it just kind of came out of my mouth without thinking,” Wifies stands up and tries to shake the malaise off.

“Hey, no, not that,” Wato grabs Wifies's arm. “Parrot.”

“Yeah, he's the worst,” Wifies rolls his eyes. “I know. I get it. I make bad choices.”

Wato and Ken glance at each other.

“Wifies,” Ken stands up too, closing in on his other side. “He's like. . . a walking red flag right now. You tried to defend him and he was a huge bitch about it.”

“I guess nobody did ask me,” but something hard lines those words, thick shelled and old.

“Wifies!” Wato snaps. “What are you saying? Who cares if nobody asked? You're a third of all decisions made here, you're always supposed to be here giving your opinion.”

“And who cares if Parrot didn't ask?” Ken continues. “I want to know anyway.”

“So do I.”

“That's gotta count for something, doesn't it?”

Wifies closes his eyes and breathes. His chest feels spiderwebbed, a hundred small threads spun together into delicate shape.

“It does. I'm sorry.”

“That damn bird,” Ken mutters under his breath.

Wato tugs Wifies over and bumps their turtle shelled head against Wifies's own.

“Unfortunately, he has a point with the whole beating them at their own game thing.”

“Do you actually agree with him, or do you just want his approval?” Ken asks, watching as Wifies tenses up.

“I actually agree.”

“If we win, it'd be really funny to drag the Warriors faces in the mud with our victory,” Wato says, bumping their heads together one more time before leaning back.

“Wato, the fact you know the easy way to my heart is kind of horrible,” Ken says, clearly sold on the idea. “We gotta win though.”

“Of course we're gonna win,” Wifies says, opening his eyes and glancing over at Ken. “We're the best at beating people at their own game.”

“That's my Wifies! Let's get out there and ruin their day.”

[unapologeticbiroace-archived]

How're you 27 goddamn years old and still using terms like "autochorisexual"

How are you 18 and think that questioning the terms a person uses for themselves is somehow appropriate?

[ringneckedpheasant]

St Mary Magdalene in Ecstasy, Peter Paul Rubens (1619-20) // In the Shadow of the Western Hills, The Mountain Goats (2012)

[nerdgasrnz]

That title also implies that trump is not one of the 2 most powerful people in the world. Which of course would infuriate him even more cuz it's true

LMAOOOO

[silly-lil-scribbles]

was i tagged? absolutely not but i dont care

yeah sounds about right lmao

@humanteethmarksonhumanbone @encryptidarchivist @ket4jet @genderlesgremlin @prettiest-ghoul-at-the-party @pineconnie @secretlyafiveheadeddragon @kandibeetle + whoever else :3

Another quiz for if you were a fictional character how would your fandom treat you (if you think your life is too boring to have a fandom just think of yourself as living the domestic!au of some sci-fi or fantasy)

reblog with your results

[loriinae]

pineconnie replied to your post: hey recommend blogs for me

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