#rtc is eating my brain

[cassielcassianheaven]

You know what happens when I have a new obsession? I make that obsession and another obsession have a child.

yes, that's happening right now.

I present to you ... Ride The Cyclone X Dungeon Meshi! (Cyclone Meshi)

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[eeviaylxix]

So I watched Ride The Cyclone for the first time the other day. Right now, I re-listened to The Ballad of Jane Doe, and I noticed a parallel. (it might be a reach. I might just be going crazy lmao)

The line "time eats all his children in the end" is, as we know, a reference to greek mythology, specifically the myth of Cronus, the god/titan (?) of time, eating his children to prevent them from overthrowing him.

But I noticed a deeper parallel - the gods who were eaten are five of the Olympians (Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Demeter, and Hestia), but Zeus wasn't. Zeus saved them.

In a way, Zeus and Jane Doe from RTC are very similar. They are both "introduced" later than the others (Zeus being the youngest, Jane literally being introduced later). And while Jane didn't specifically "save" the choir (who there are five of, just like the five gods who were eaten), she was the one to live. Zeus wasn't eaten like his siblings. He wasn't doomed. His mother replaced him with a rock, which Cronus mistook for him and ate. And just like him, Jane was different from the rest; she lived. The others died, like how the gods were eaten, but Jane was saved, and she avoided that and got to live.

Idk, this might just be my greek mythology obsessed brain going insane, but I think it's pretty cool once you really think about it. Thank you for coming to my ted talk :)

[str4wb3rry-m1lksh4k3s]

C4RN1V4L D4T3S

Hello once again! Ive recently had motivation for writing so.. here! Take some scenarios for RTC Kids on a Carnival Date with the reader! In this AU, the accident has not happened.

Also! My requests are always open, and any character is allowed, but if i feel uncomfortable with the request i will disregard it. Anyways, onto the writing!

TW // Heavy kissing for one of them, and a LOT of fluff.

Ocean O'Connell

- Ocean would take you on the bumper cars, but you'll be holding on TIGHT to the safety bar. She's a reckless driver.

- You'd play the balloon dart game and win her a stuffed animal and she just overall adores it more than anything. She holds it tight and refuses to go on any fast paced rides in fear of losing it.

- YOU. BOTH. GET. DEEP. FRIED. OREOS. If you're allergic to chocolate, or don't eat junk food, she'd definitely buy you both some healthier snacks like veggie straws and such.

- Walking around holding hands while she drags you around to whatever catches her eye! (I think she's adorable guys.)

-🎡-

Noel Gruber

- He definitely critiques the live bands and food. He'd have his arm around your waist as you guys walked around.

- He'd take you on the Ferris Wheel, and you both laugh and tell jokes to one another. Definitely gazing at him while he stares at the scenery!

- You'd have matching bracelets/henna tattoos too and he'd show the choir at the next meeting and brag about you to them. This guy adores his boyfriend/partner to no end.

- "Do you want to go check out the shops nearby?" "Hell yeah!"

-🎡-

Constance Blackwood

- She'd get you whatever you even show the slightest interest in. Rainbow cottan candy? In your hands, but you're sharing because she deserves it. A necklace from the vendors? Done deal!

- Definitely takes photos of you when you're playing games! She likes being able to look at the pictures when she's down, and it's with her significant other!

- You guys definitely had a sleepover after and watched some silly rom-coms. I feel like Constance would absolutely LOVE Adam Sandler films, and binge them with you.

- "Hey, I saw you look at the jewelry at the small shop in the corner and got you this!" "Awe, you're the best!"

-🎡-

Penny Lamb/Jane Doe

- She takes you on the "horror" themed rides, and you both love that thrill! Anything fast paced that gets your brain going is definitely something you two will do.

- You buy her anything and everything. As a play on her last name, you bought her a cutesy little lamb stuffed animal, and she laughed and kept it close to her the entire day.

- Expect little kisses on the cheek when it feels like it's nobody but you and her in the entire park (despite the obvious crowd). She's not big on PDA in my opinion, but will definitely let you know she loves you.

- "Do you like it?" "The lamb is going to stay with my doll. Thank you for it!" <3

-🎡-

Ricky Potts

- He was iffy to go at first, but you both went on the merry go round mainly, and would sit in the spots that don't move.

- You know sign language and order for him, but he ends up paying and you can't stop him. Well, you could, but it makes him happy to do something in return for you.

- You guys would sit on a bench and he'd explain his Fictional fantasy world, and you'd listen and encourage his creativeness! You don't think it's gross because it's quite sexual, but you do offer ideas for it!

- 'You don't find it weird?' "Of course not! I think it's fascinating!"

-🎡-

Mischa Bachinski

- You guys definitely made out in the corner sheilded away from the crowds. Lets just say you had to hide your neck with your school uniform collar the next day.

- You guys had a competition on who could win the most games, and of course he won. Loser had to do whatever the winner wanted, but there were limits of course!

- You bought him dinner, and he got you a giant stuffed animal from the 'athletic' games. Like hanging off the pole for a certain amount of time. It was a giant stuffed bear with a red bow!

- "I'll carry this for you коханий!" "Awe, thanks love!"

[glossysoap]

how’s about we take a little visit to the boys’ pov in chapter 11?

Stop you’re gonna kill me?! I’m already so excited!!! I feel for the boys 😪 the universe really threw a curveball at them that they didn’t deserve, but I just wanna scoop up all the angst you’re serving and eat it for breakfast, it’s so good omg I can see ghost and soap growing a bit of animosity for each other for not telling reader how they feel?! And reader doesn’t even remember them now?!?! asdfghjkl I’m so sorry, I’m just so stupid for your blorbos and this hellhole world you created

I need rtc like it’s my lifeline cause I canNOT wait for ghost and soap to reunite with reader and the three of them to learn to love each other!? UGH I can taste it but I live for everything in between cause it wouldn’t taste as good without the buildup, I need it to hurt 😩

I’m biting my knuckles just thinking about how huge the boys’ regret is for not confessing sooner or being more intimate with them!? And reader relearning their love for the boys???

I’m sorry Im passing away cause my heart can’t contain the possibilities anymore, this is all your fault (affectionate)

-🌻

missed chances

ghoap (for the sake of convenience, that’s what i’ll be referring to them as when i’m talking about ghost and soap) growing a bit of resentment and animosity towards each other, even despite their best efforts, for not telling you how they felt has LITERALLY BEEN MARINATING AND HATCHING IN MY BRAIN FOR SO LONG. SO SO LONG.

because just think about it. the only reason you were so so eager to leave the task force that day and go onto that helicopter was because you felt so.. out of place with ghoap.

with all of their touches and kind words and intense gazes. all of those things that, in your eyes, were reserved for ghost and soap. in your eyes, you were an intruder. someone taking up space.

and why would they need you, anyway? they surely don’t. they’re both pillars of love and strength and willpower — they can do just fine without you. without some third wheel best friend always trailing behind them.

and furthermore, why would they want you? in your eyes, there’s just no way. no way that they meant all of those longing glances or bear hugs. all of those forehead kisses and pet names. they were just being nice. you were the most skilled medic and you always treated them impeccably, no matter how challenging their ailments were — so of course they would be nice to you.

so, in your mind, on that day you were captured, you were tired of being lured in by those intense gazes and warm touches. you were tired of being flustered over their close proximity and feeling your heart pound in your chest. you were tired of having these feelings that would so obviously never be returned.

in that moment, when you had an emergent patient, you saw an opportunity to leave the nerves behind and get back into your element. an opportunity to escape the affection that made you feel all warm and fuzzy, and completely stupid all at the same time.

and the boys could see how relieved you were when a patient had arrived, by the sigh you let out and how quick you were to pass them off to your assistant. thoughts ran through their mind, none of them good. most of them always led back to one - they were scaring you away.

you were getting overwhelmed with all of the attention and affection, especially since you didn’t know about their feelings yet.

so they told themselves that they would tell you first thing once they touched down back at the base. they would head straight to your quarters and sit you down, each of them holding one of your warm, soft hands. they would talk in hushed, soft voices and gaze at you with adoration as they would confess to you. they would tell you how you make their hearts race and their minds muddle into mush when they see you. they would tell you how they look for you in every room they enter. they would tell you how they love you, how they’re in love with you.

at least, that’s what they were going to do. before they returned to find your room empty and you nowhere to be found. before the task force had to watch the footage of you being captured on that helicopter.

now, when you ambush them later on that highway, all brainwashed — that just makes it worse.

it was one thing for them to think of you as being dead for so long, but it’s a whole ‘nother thing for them to find out that you were tortured (still being tortured), your arm was amputated and you were brainwashed. turned into a killing machine.

so, not only did they blame themselves for you “dying,” but now? now they blamed themselves for you having to endure a fate worse than death.

and when you said, “who the hell is y/n?” oh, lord. any progress that they had made with grieving? all of the healing? it was all torn away the very second you were revealed to be alive and that your memories were erased.

i cant wait for them to reunite either!!! we’re on the same wavelength!!! but YES OMG THE BUILDUP ALONG THE WAY IS WHAT MAKES IT EVEN BETTER

and don’t you worry because you’ll be gettin FED with the buildup!! the boys yearning for you now that they know you’re alive??? check. the boys searching for you everywhere they go? check. you dreaming of little flashes of them? dreaming of soaps cerulean eyes? dreaming of ghosts gentle touches? check. check check checkkkkkkkk

omg they have SO many regrets. SO MANY. remember in chapter 2 i believe, where ghost and soap were thinking about how they would confess to you? and ghost was worried about scaring you off? and how he said they shouldn’t just kiss you out of the blue?

yeah all of that sounds laughable now. they WISH they would’ve just pulled you close to them and held your face with their big hands and pressed their lips to yours. they wished they could’ve felt how smooth your lips were and how soft they were. just like everything else about you, you were soft and fragile in contrast to their rough and callousness. they wish they could’ve tasted you and heard you gasp as they slipped their tongue in your mouth.

they wished that they had hugged you even more. they wished that they had kissed your forehead more. they wished that more than anything, they had pulled you aside and just told you how they felt. they wished they could have made sure you knew how deep their feelings for you ran, that they were anything but just surface level friendliness. they wish they could’ve made you believe that.

because if you had known that they were in love with you, and not in the way that “just friends” are, then you would’ve wanted to stay. you would’ve waited for them to be patched up before you went to see that patient. they could’ve accompanied you to see that patient, and then maybe, just maybe, the redhead’s cover would’ve been blown. and you wouldn’t have been taken.

now. when it comes to you relearning your love for the boys? whewww,, it’ll take some time. because once you come back to the 141 base, you’re still carryin a shit ton of trauma and trust issues. you’re also still battling amnesia and working through all of the brainwashing that HYDRA put you through.. but! at least the 141 knows that you’re safe!

(physically at least lol not safe in your own mind but 🤷🏻‍♀️)

if you’ve read some of my earlier rtc snippets, then you’ll know that when you come back, you don’t wanna stay in your old room. because you don’t feel like it’s yours anymore. it’s like you’re an imposter, impersonating someone that doesn’t even exist anymore. so you take up an empty room and sleep on some twin size cot, and you don’t use a blanket or pillow — because HYDRA never gave you any. that’s all you can remember.

you’re always wary of the 141, until you remember everything. but that takes some time.

with that time, comes plenty of angst. plenty of jealousy, believe it or not. plenty of yearning. plenty of pining.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

HIHIHI

Soo i had a very fun ideia

Idk if you know ride the cyclone but basically its a musical theater show where shows a group of dead teenagers who died in a rollercoaster called cyclone and they were in some kind of limbo and they have to decide between themselves whos going to revive since only one can.

Theres this mysterious participant called Jane doe in the musical, nobody knew her when she was alive, no one knew her actual name, no one knew NOTHING about Jane, not even Jane knew herself completely. She only knew very little from her life and that she desperately wanted an identity.

SO HEAR ME OUT!!!

Jane doe type!reader and the gang

Like reader remembers very little from her life but enough to know that they were lonely, and they have this very mysterious personality where they have almost no emotion in their voice and very unaware about how they talk and act, like reader can say the most disturbing thing to others without even noticing. And reader is a doll like character just like Jane, so they sometimes act in a robotic way, almost like imitating a doll.

Example on how they talk:

Someone of the gang brings up something that freaks them out and reader will go like: "you know what really freaks me out? When a lioness and a lion have children the lioness will stop making love to the lion and give attention to the children, the lion gets jealous, sometimes so jealous that he eats the children, you think that would upset the lioness? Far from it, they just go back to making love as if the children never existed. I find that ideia terrifying."

In a full emotionless robotic-like voice without even knowing that they just said the most terrifying thing ever.

But when someone asks about reader's real life, they will go full SAD MODE AND START THROWING VERY EMOTIONAL THINGS.

Saying things like: "i knew very little from my poor life, but i knew that i was just a lonely poor soul. Lost in the way of life, i ask myself everyday, why such misery?" And keeps blabbering about it.

(If you want you can listen to Jane Doe's music to understand a little more better about the voice, its called 'the ballad of Jane Doe')

Sorry for making it so long, wanted to just make things easier for you by explaining everything without you needing to burn your beautiful little brain researching! I love your vlog by the way <3

The rest of the cast x jane doe type! reader!

linking the other post under the cut, but if i had a nickel for how many times someone has made a RTC themed request for TADC i would have two, which isnt a lot but its odd thats is happened; in the same day no less!/lh/nm

i think this is my sign to get into RTC, ive only listen to 3 of the songs (talia, ballad of jane doe, and noels lament)

ballad of jane doe had a choke hold on me in September, as well as noels lament

POMNI, JAX, AND RAGATHA

CAINE:

aha! haha! i think he would shoot back a fact thats nearly just as disturbing and/or obscure as yours!

though if its something particularly macabre he might look like the gif above. just pauses, speechless, before just

"oh! thats nice reader!" i mean, he might scold you if its too much, afterall the circus is a place for all ages and he would hate that be compromised!

youre in luck, he doesnt really ask you about what your life was like before the digital world, since well, he understands that everyone pretty much forgets everything; i think this applies to everyone tbh

GANGLE:

side note its so hard to find gangle gifs

very similar to ragatha in the regard that she tries to make sure youre not wandering off during a rather hectic IHA

kind of just grins and bears through your "fun" facts, but if her comedy mask is broken shes very bad at hiding some of the shock and discomfort on her face

probably makes a little whining sound/sounds like shes about to cry if you spit out a particularly brutal one

i forgot to mention it in the previous post for ragatha but i think her and gangle would be the ones most likely to try to console you if you begin grieving your lost life and memories

ragatha probably being the more successful one whereas gangle just lets you cry and get your feelings out; as well with some complimentary awkward shoulder pats

ZOOBLE:

finds some of them interesting! i think i said somewhere that zooble would be the type to be into the dark stuff before getting trapped in the circus, or at least they do to me. so i think you two would be on par with one another in terms of infodumping

unless im confusing them with someone else, i do have a habit of getting my hcs wrong and/or mixed up (looks at my old posts for crp where i constantly switch back and forth on whether or not slenderman would know how to cook)

with that aside, i think if they truly were not in the mood to listen to you or just wanted the quiet they would let you know in the nicest way zooble can

"no one wants to hear your net facts, reader"/ref but in a tired and over it tone whereas in the last post with jax hes kinda mean about it

KINGER:

do not say a bug fact he will not shut the hell up, he will go on and on for hours about different bug stuff, perhaps you two going back and forth for god knows how long. i dont think he would be too creeped out by the more... creepy facts of the critters, oddly enough, since like, he understands it so why would he be afraid?

probably gets put off by your tone and movements, but its not enough for him to approach you to talk about bug stuff

mf yall are both wandering off during an IHA TToTT

[joeseventies]

RTC characters as quotes my friends and i have said

Mischa: "Go get your ears hear-ed."

Constance: "Today I got out of my mom's car and I fell and I said 'weeee' before I fell."  

Penny: "And they sit in the windowsill and just stay completely still and they stare."

Ricky: "How giant… is the Uno."

Noel: "Meh." Ocean: "Meh? What does that mean?" Noel: "Its like shrugging, but with my voice."

Penny: "If I had a nickel for everytime I swallowed a nickel, I'd have exactly one nickel."

Ricky: "Everytime a phone rings, nitrogen gets its wings."

Mischa: "Too fast for the eye movement."

Constance: "I think that's legit the flavor." Ocean: "Flavor? Do you EAT your handsanitizer?" Penny: "I do."

Constance: "Dont threaten me about my socks! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Ricky: "Careful there J.D." Mischa: "Who's that?" Ricky: "You dont know who J.D. is?" Mischa: "Isn't he from Warrior Cats?"

Noel: "You have the IQ of soft toast."

Penny: "I'm not a criminal, I'm just a drug dealer."

Mischa: "If I'm an idiot, then you're a ghost."

Constance: "You're not stinky."

Noel: "He’s like a very Italian pepperoni pizza. But british."

Ricky: "I'm shoving my gay up my pants."

Mischa: "Everybody gangsta till they tongue starts feeling weird."

Ricky: "Imma great mafia talk. Meow shmeow."

Penny: "3 people voted. God is dead."

Ricky: "Homosexual bad grr"

Noel: "I am not fucking watching Glee."

Ricky: "Remember: When fire strikes… Gay out and slay out!"

Noel: "They're still gnomes, I don't care if they're gay."

Ricky: "Happy Birthday, here's my AIDS."

Constance: "Chocolate MILF? I like women."

Ocean: "What's under my eyes? That's right. Abstinence."

Mischa: "I will only shake my ass for the POPE!!"

Ricky: "Run me over with your car, oh baby."

Ocean: "Give me your paper, you infertile gold digger."

Noel: "You're the one staring at my donut like a pedophile staring at a playground."

Penny: "Its not vandalism if it's fun."

Mischa: "Do you wanna check out my ass? For one second?"

Constance: "Straight people can be kinky too."

Ocean: "I'm literally a lobster. Lobsters don't have airpods."

Ricky: "Another day, another slay."

Mischa: "Don’t pull up on me. I'll pull up on your mouth."

Penny: "I know where your heart is."

Ocean: "You want my life to be miserable because you won't give me a penny?"

Penny: "I can feel every fiber in your body."

Noel: "Do as I say, not as I say."

Penny: "Does your fish want to paint? Woop woop woop."

Ricky: "Do you guys like my ring? Just kidding it's a pink monkey."

Mischa: getting choked "That was good form."

Ocean: "Let me put my hand in your pocket and show you I'm not gay."

Penny: "I always make people look away. Whether it be with my face or my actions."

Constance: "Little donuts on my math paper make me anxious."

Penny: "I've been craving water since 2nd grade."

Ocean: "Turn on your brains. Turn on your ears. Cause it sounds like they're not on."

Penny: "So health or religion?" Ricky: "Communism."

Mischa: "They word in such a way that words should not or should word."

Mischa: “Wait Stuart Little is Shakespeare?”

Noel: "You know how much I'd kill myself??!??!"

Penny: "Yep that's some high quality cocaine."

Noel: "Youre pissing me off." Ocean: "You're pissing me on."

Ocean: "You're gonna end up on an episode of forensic files."

[gooberdude101]

Madwickedawesome you are so real 4 that I am going to steal freshies from u

Me rn /\

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Mr wicked awesome do you have any tips for like high school prep for if I wanted to go into animal science in college (like marine bio or zoology or smth) also.. what do you think Mischa’s fav animal would be

1. ok well first of all i am no academic counselor so im not entirely sure but 😭 my advice is:

it depends on what ur hs offers!!! like mine offers an additional pathway to throw me right into vetmed but i know thats not really common .. it also rlly depends on what grade ur in yk. like if ur a freshie Dont focus on college rn just focus on adjusting to being in hs!!!!! its not like ive gotten into a biology/anisci School yet (tho im lowk hoping i get into uc davis or uni seattle🤞) but i also think if ur ready u should also try to get into extra programs (like field research and volunteering at zoos and animal hospitals) to further prepare urself <3 but also keep in mind that making memories in hs is epic and very important so dont make college ur main priority bc u will burn out soooo fast

2. SHARK or umm. maybe a bison. acrually no i take it all back BEAVER FOR SURE 🦫🦫🦫🦫

[neonartistycauseidk]

Very lazy doodle for @lillazyboithings ‘s Inktober for rtc…sorry for it being bad, lol——I got tired, but, hey! Here are the onesies I put the choir in:

For ocean…tell me she wouldn’t wear this. Just. Just—-try. While everyone in the choir is showing up in these weird onesies, Ocean, over here, shows up is this. Not really weird…”It’s just more practical,” she says.

For Noel…Yes, just, YES. He would slay and EAT this fit, leaving not a SINGLE crumb behind.

For Constance…Sugary-sweet. Need I say more?

For Ricky…This onesie paired with cat ears. I don’t think I have much else to say, really.

For Jane…Look, I saw this picture and immediately my brain went to Jane——-so, yeah! Penguin Jane FOR THE WIN!

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As for Mischa………..we just have……..

THIS.

TELL ME.

MISCHA,

AND HIS ABSOLUTE LACK OF STYLE,

WOULDN’T WEAR THIS.

FUTHER MUCKIN’ TRY.

He’d also wear it paired with this Garfield shirt over it:

Why? No one knows…

[thesoggiestboyintown]

RTC incorrect quotes but it’s just my shit texts

noel gruber:

“guess who set their shoe on fire”

“theater kids are the reason global warming exists”

“i feel like a couple who’s always on the brink of divorce but pretends to be in a happy marriage “

“in my on the verge of divorce era”

“have we as a community considered kissing my ass”

“lord strike me down and give me an std”

mischa bachinski:

“sometimes i think and then i cry”

“i’m so bored i’m going to rob the school cafeteria just for shits and giggles”

“cute date idea ! rob a bank and makeout in the employee room of a Walmart <3”

“i want to punt a toad “

“update i’m planning someone’s funeral”

“give head pls”

“about to rob an ikea what do u want”

“i hope she explodes”

“i want to meet a smurf and then drown it”

“i’m going to steal a kid off the street just to feel something”

“time to take out the shot glass”

ricky potts:

“how to become zolarian cat”

“what if i just throw a dog into a freezer”

“how do i turn into a rubix cube”

“i’m such a deceitful snake”

“why is luigi so submissive and breedable”

“my personality is a sad star with a little hat that says ass licker”

“my emotional support teacher isn’t here yet i’m going to swallow a cat whole”

“what if i just grabbed a cat and never gave it back”

“what if i swallow a bell”

constance blackwood:

“is breast milk diary free”

“how do i turn into a rubix cube”

“i sometimes forget that you’re an only child”

“she’s like obsessed with me (she has a crush on a boy)”

“if there’s a screen, ao3 will be seen. [insert picture of ao3 home screen on a Nintendo switch]”

“when ur so stupid you get shocked when your manipulative ex manipulates u again when u give her another chance”

“someone nut tapped superman”

“Is it safe to drink bleach”

“How to get rid of hickies”

“Yes actually, when I was gender fluid I grew a penis when I felt masc”

“Lord give me strength”

“NO I KEEP FIGHTING THOSE DEMONS”

jane doe:

“the lives of erasers and rubber have come to me, begging for mercy. for a chance at life and peace. to experience the beautiful presence of true joy. but they forget mercy is earned through patience and worship. so they instead left with bruises of pure agony and despair. stories to keep their children and their childrens children cautious of who they bow to.”

“sad pyromaniac at its best tbh”

“i just disassociated while setting fire to my shoe”

“Oh ye I go by they/them now because fuck gender :]”

“i he!r t.H3 scrm,,s o’’f @lL m”y vctms b..egg!ng fr me t stp :3”

“!! i c,,Vt of d0!!$ h3aD ..!!”

“!! į w!l�� t3!! th,, v0ics t0 nøt hVrt ÿ0ū >~<“

“i’m gonna eat someone’s eyeballs for a snack”

“stfu therapist i’m literally just being dramatic”

“about to suck someone’s soul wish me luck”

“what’s stopping me from eating babies”

“i’m in ur floor boards”

“i’ve been stuck with theater kids for like 3 hours save me”

“insanely hot (take away “ly hot”)”

“i don't eat food, i consume personalities snacks? no. souls.”

“I WANNA EAT PLAY DOUGH SO BADLT I FORGOT HOE TO SPEL PLAYFOOUGH”

“i say i'm fine but i'm reality i feel like a black hole is eating my stomach”

“ya know sometimes my brain sounds like velcro

kdithigigifixgxggc”

“wdym i cant commit crimes who's gonna stop me”

“was told i could drink bleach so if i start internally bleeding tonight don't ask questions”

[stratesphere]

RTC HEADCANSONS OMGG

n e ways rtc is consuming my left brain as korn and homestuck overtake the right!!! headcanons timeee

Ocean:

i believe in scruffy ocean, she def has a hooked nose, freckles and slightly messy hair despite how well she tries to keep it neat. sje also has braces..

shes a QUEER!! probs unsure of jer gender but too ashamed to try and figure it out, (ocean x constance real)

she hates blueberries, i can't explain why she just does

shes 5'7!!!!!!!! tall!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1

she plays the violin and many other string instrument

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Constance!!

she made rhe whole choir bracelets, despite how msnytimes mischa breaks jis on accident sje always makes him a new one.

one side of her jair fades into purple dye and the other blue, her glasses r FAKE!!!!

also her and Noel r besties and she absolutely adores hearing about Monique when she gets rhe chance

lesbian.

she really reallt really really really really likes Clairo and Car Seat headrest.. a lottttt

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JANE THE SWEETHEART (or Penny) ((or Savannah))

in the attic room thingy, as jane, she had detached puppet strings on her elbows, knees and neck

agender, pansexual Jane real

her and Ricky r in love cuz i absolutely adore spacedolls theyre so cute im gonja sob i oove them smm :3

(i exist in fhe au where rhey all get brought back to life) Jane learned how to bake bc of constance and shes not bad at it. also after she got brouhjt back she kept the name Jane and Savannah

Mischas like a big brother to her def!!

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Noel (aka me)

he loves strawberries soooooo much but hates cherries, theyre rhe only red fruit he wont eat.

sometimes he'll "preform" as Monique for Constance. he also talks about his fantasies wirh Ricky like 'my oc aants to be friends with your oc!!!!' type shit and now there's a Monique zolar catwoman-man

hes genderfluid and gay, doesnt care what pronouns ppl call him

guys pls Noel wouldn't like Will Wood or any music like that.. maybe 70s music like Abba and sometimes 80s but he listens to French music c'mon yall

whejever mischa switches 2 Ukrainian, Noel switches to French and they both steadily pick up on words in the languages from eachothe r

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Mischaaaaa

HE IS NOT MUSCULAR PLEADE🙁🙁🙁 HES NOT SKINNY EITHER HES LIKE IN BETWEEN IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN

he listens to Lana Del Rey occasionally bc shes the only English speaking artist Talia likes. also after they all got brought back yo life (let me dream.) he finally saved up and brougjt Talia to Canada

cries slightly everytime he breaks one of constances bracelets, he feels bad everytime but constance doesjt mind at all. mischa is the #1 every choir member defender (even ocean but he doesnt show it)

BISEXUALITY🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

reads rickys stories about his silly off brand David Bowie (the silly space age bachelor man) ((thjs one is inspired by another post i saw I don't remember the og creator im sorryty))

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last but not least Ricky!! (also me fr)

he/they pronouns usually but slso uses a lotttt of space related neo prns

him and Constance take care of the cats the choir own

HE ADORESSSS 60S-80S POP MUSIC AND JUST DJFJEJFJ AHHHHH🙁🙁 jes rhe average ziggy stardust enjoyer

hardly cries.. like at all, also he lightly tapped Ocean with his crutches(?) once and she freaked out (idk what the things je usss r called im sorry)

for some strange reason hes very medically talented??? like for no reason at all. and his fave Homestuck character is Eridan and Nepeta

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Hey this is me rambling at 4am so if you don’t wanna hear my random stuff then just skip over this post, but if you do then read under the cut. Idk what this is gonna contain and it might turn into a vent or get very opinionated so please so hate on me I just wanna ramble 😭👍

Okay but like can we just talk about Noel Gruber and Mischa for a second? Or like, Eddie Dear and Frank Frankly? I just realized Eddie and drink don’t have the same last name even though they’re married. I know some people like don’t change their name and that’s like totally cool and everything like no shame but I had no clue at first that they were married. Do they even have rings…? Idc if they do or not their designs are so friggin cute. I wanna hurdle a specific VR skin of Eddie into a wall though.

ANYWAYS, Noel and Mischa, am I right? That is true best friend energy right there. So silly goofy. A angry SoundCloud rapper and a romantic gay being. I never thought better energy would come from two characters.

i started to try animating. I made a little Home animation and I’m hoping to post it soon. Took me about 2 hours. It’s my first ever animation I’m actually a little proud of so please no throwin shame 🥲

ALSO I also wanna talk about how funny some of the word in the English language are. I know we kinda steal a lot of words from other places and like a lot of Latin words and stuff like that. But tell me, how in the fresh heck did we come up with words like the ones in science on the table thingy that I can’t spell correctly the one with all the boxes and colors and stuff?? (I know what it’s called but i just can’t spell it.)

Oaiajekeowowiwiwiwhwhwhwjskaopworurhrnxnxnxncgdbsjslalwiw

the current worm in my brain: Tick, Frank Frankly, and Sam Winchester for some reason??

man do I love supernatural. I also really like Friends and Big Bang Theory and Good Omens and Unsolved Mysteries and stuff like that. THATS what you call quality content.

i wish people would ask me more questions. Random Ik. I hate talking about myself but I like to answer peoples questions. Is there something wrong with me for that??

i really should log off and get some sleep but I don’t feel like it. This is a loooooooong ramble. I should probably shut up or som.

OKAY but physical pain. Like why. I just want to ride roller coasters and not feel like I’m gonna cry every two seconds when I’m trying to sleep.

when you meet a buisness man you must stake him by the hand

I wanna lick a book. Like one of the really old ones with canvas covers. Feel like it’s taste good.

I feel like Sundrops pants would be such a bad texture. Probably grimy and yucky and like a potato sack.

YUPPEE

In my life, I was Noel Gruber who worked at Taco Bell in Uranium City, Saskatchewan. But in my dreams I played a different role. I was Monique Gibeau in post-war France!

not gonna say the next line cause it’s a bit SuGeStIvE I guess

why are suggestive songs such a bop. Like you take away the lyrics or listen to piano versions and I’m head banging like I’m at a rock concert like it’s that good. For example, Say No To This from Hamilton. Or ofc, Noel’s Lament from RTC. BANGERS BRO. As an ace person, yeah a little uncomfy BUT THEYRE SO GOOD WKSGSISNWBSOSK

I wanna eat fries

I need sleep

WE ALLLLL HAVE A WOOOOORM IN OUT BRAAAAAAAAAAIN

I’m legit crying over SIOB rn why am I like this if didn’t even watch the episode kasoajwosgsiswdns

imma try to end this ramble here. If you make it this far, you’re amazing. Hope you’re having a nice day/night/evening/afternoon! 🫀🫀

and an apple for Wally 🍎

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ummm she's my jane ! although this specific depiction is in an everybody lives au where she still loses her head since i think the rtc community is in need of horror content . instead of becoming human or living with penny's undecayed body she's a full-on decomposed corpse

she's an existential schrödinger's cat constantly tormented by the lions (questions about who she once was , the dread of her rotting body that could fall apart any second now , the feeling of Nothingness) spawned by late-night thoughts of how horrifying it would be to be in jane's shoes regarding being forgotten and being unsure of your humanity .

whether the choir has experienced the warehouse or not depends on the story i'm writing but regardless , jane would be baffled by how she's reanimated instead of resurrected since it'll leave her with no purpose other than to search for her head . ending paths range from 'she gets to make peace with her undead state before momentarily getting ran over by a car' to 'being euthanized by the choir because she's better off being put back in the coffin than keeping her trapped in existential agony'

unfortunately she can't remember penny . actually she has more things to worry about than her own identity (becoming a zombie does not come with a manual)

her zombing is already detailed in this post , i guess i'll just say she doesn't go 'brains' or anything ... besides i don't think zombies wonder if they're even alive or human .

oddly specific facts include:

she did not know how to hold a pencil . it took an embarrassingly long time for ocean to teach her how to . teaching her how to write the alphabet is a different story

she is broody and has a lot to say regarding humanity and can be well-spoken but she can't write her own name

her dreams are either just her going through her day-to-day life with no change or the most horrifying nightmare about her not escaping her coffin or getting decapitated all over again , no in-betweens

she has no need to eat but if she has to she'll only choose light foods . she'll choose three pieces of unsalted crackers over a five-course meal . god forbid she eats something that has more than one flavor

can only explain feelings by assigning them to animals ("it's like there's maggots eating my insides") because she can't identify emotions

though can't you blame her it took babies 3 years to identify 4 basic emotions

dissociates everytime she sees her reflection

absolute creature she's caked in mud and in need of an aggressive sponge bath at this very moment

PLEAAAASE jane crawling out of her grave sounds SICK AS FUCK jumps up and down I LOVE ZOMBIE JANE

i love my dirt child she's reanimated instead of revived

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Doe-ddles lmao

[moonmoonthecrabking]

the rtc characters as halloween monsters because, okay even though i don't participate halloween for a number of reasons, my favourite episodes were always the ones that had the main cast become monsters (and i may have a oneshot in the works to write after my exams)

constance: werewolf because i love girl werewolves i love the unhingedness i love the dichotomy with hiding part of herself that mirrors jawbreaker/sugar cloud i love the bisexuality i love it

penny/jane: ghost (especially considering the creators didn't originally know if she was the carnival spirit or a dead kid from decades ago or what). uses it to be a menace.

noel: vampire. dramatic gay. "i was born in the wrong era" he's immortal but he was still born at the same time as the rest of the choir and he fucking loathes it (bar penny)

ricky: the grim reaper. death themselves. i see them as being a sort of leader (bachelor man bible bit) since they are literally all dead (apart from constance) and gives them this sort of bonus wisdom (chaos theory). also since penny's a ghost and ricky's dead, spacedolls??? spacedolls. idk i think it'd be fun

ocean: aware zombie (like liv from izombie) because i think it's ironic if she's "what the world needs" but needs to steal from other people's intelligence. eating brains explains why she's somehow improved her intelligence after death.

mischa: siren (yes sirens are traditionally women *but* i think there can be many explanations and the main one is i do what i want). noel's lack-of-soulmate with the whole "haunting beauty but dead" thing. again. don't know why but it's the energy

[toodingo]

Intro post !! ☆

Howdy hello I'm dingo! And welcome to my Tumblr :]

Heres some things to know:

I go by dingo here on tumblr

I use he/she pronouns

Aroace!! (Cupioromantic, asexual)

I have autism and adhd

Head of the Mischa fanclub /hj

Nischa truther, the grind never stops 🙏

My dms are usually open and I'm always open to new mutuals

What's in this blog ? ☆

This blog will be about ride the cyclone! I know, hard to guess /sar

I will be posting my two cents about common theories, writing my little story ideas and i'll dabble in some headcannons and silly scenarios!

Feel free to ask me anything about rtc 🙏🙏 literally it's eating my brain

That's all for now until I finish my carrd 👋👋

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Hello, hello! Thank you for the warm welcome!! <3 

OK so I absolutely ADORE this idea and I love writing for these four so so much!!  I couldn’t write just a couple of sentences and these turned into novel chapters, so I’m splitting your request into 4 parts. That way, I’m not just dropping a 10K word document on you asfhsfshfhsf

Here is Part 1 of your request- going numerically, that’d be Xigbar!

Thanks again for stopping by, I hope you like this one and the others to come!!

Xigbar

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-The mission started out simply enough. It definitely wasn't anything outlandishly difficult: just track down an overgrown Heartless, eliminate it, and report back. Absolutely no big deal.

-Except it WAS a big fuckin deal. There he was, wandering the Land of Dragons in the dead of winter, on the edge of hypothermia and certainly not thinking straight. Perhaps he was no longer capable of feeling emotions, but frostbite was another story entirely. He knew better than to RTC without finishing  a mission, so here he was,in the dark,  trudging through waist-deep dnowdrifts on a fucking mountain to find this stupid thing.

-Xigbar had been walking since he arrived that morning. In fact, he'd started out in a slightly warmer climate miles away at this point, and he'd briefly pondered taking off his jacket to cool off a bit despite the risks. Now, his teeth chattered violently and he wished with every fiber of his being for a fire. Just a small one, to warm his toes and keep his fingers firmly attached.

-In the faint light of the half-moon, he caught sight of something that stopped him dead in his tracks: a single, enormous footprint.

-Squinting into the darkness, he peered ahead and made out another, and another, heading up the mountain towards a small cluster of coniferous trees up ahead. Ah, shit. More walking.

-Before he could take a single step, a low, rumbling growl came from behind him. The Freeshooter turned, slowly, to face the biggest fucking Heartless he'd ever seen in his life.

-Glistening fangs, beady yellow eyes, twisted horns and inky black scales covered the thing. If he had to guess, Xigbar figured the thing was at least twelve feet tall and built like a tank.

-As he discovered, it was fast, too- even its eyes, glowing bright in the darkness, were impossible to track as the thing closed the distance between the two. It swiped at him with claws like kitchen knives and put him on the defensive immediately. No doubt, the beast had his number; at every point he warped to, it was waiting with jaws wide open, ready to crunch down. It batted him around, tossing him in the air and catching him in its jaws once it had its fun.

-Between the cold and the brutal sneak-attack, Xigbar found his energy fading fast. He raised his only free hand and squeezed his eye shut, focusing the last of his energy on getting somewhere, anywhere, safe.

-......

-....................

-Look, all you were trying to do was keep your head down and out of trouble. There were a lot of vibrant characters in San Fransisco, but all you cared about was doing well at your job and enjoying your ground floor studio apartment. Affordable housing of any kind was a rare luxury in the city, and you'd struck gold with a landlady who just wanted a good, responsible, quiet tenant. For her, you checked all the boxes.

-You certainly weren't looking to get involved with anyone else. Not platonically, not romantically, not even as roommates.

-And yet, here was this man leaned against your trashcan in the alley, bleeding everywhere and groaning. Despite the summer heat, he was dressed way up in a long black trenchcoat (torn to tatters though it was), trousers, knee length boots, and gloves.

-What was his deal?

-You'd never seen a dying person before. OK, so maybe he wasn’t dying. But as it was, if anyone else were to witness him in the alley, in front of your place, bleeding out with only you around, they might assume it was you who did it. Your brain short-circuited and, unable to fully think through the situation, you dragged the man inside your apartment and slid the patio door closed.

-So there you were, panicking inside your studio with an unconscious dying dude bleeding out on the floor. What would your landlord say? Would you ever get your deposit back for damaging the green shag carpet?

-At the very least, you figured you could ask him some questions when he woke up and help him contact the cops, in case he'd lost his phone. In the meantime, you put on a pot of coffee and watched the man sleep, contemplating his features. He was handsome, with nicely tanned skin and long, dark hair shot through with streaks of brown. A deep scar ran the length of one cheek, and the opposite eye was covered with an eyepatch. He sort of looked like an anime convention escapee, you thought, but then again, folks in the city proper were often just like this.

-”Ugghhh....” the man stirred gently, and you jumped. The single remaining eye fluttered open, and you were struck by the color: bright yellow, like your little Volkswagen Beetle parked outside. He glanced around slowly at first before sitting bolt-upright and grimacing. Perhaps he forgot about his injuries.

-”Uh... are you okay?” you asked dumbly. His head whipped around to meet you, and the intensity of his glare instantly made you feel... small.

-”Yeah, definitely, just dandy,” he grunted and waved flippantly in your direction. Steadying himself against the wall, he tried and failed to rise to his feet. The man raised a mangled hand into the air in front of him, ever so briefly, then sighed and let it drop to his side. “Can you... can you maybe tell me where exactly I am?”

-”Uh, I mean- it's, uh. My apartment. San Fransisco? California? Planet Earth?”   You licked your lips and sighed. “I found you in the alley. Did you get hit by a car?”

-”Car? What are you talking about? I don’t know what any of that means. I need to get home. I need to get out of here and report back- OWWWW!” Xigbar yelped as his second failed attempt at standing brought him closer to the ground.

-”No. I don't think so, Mister. You might have a concussion.”At that point, you'd already folded the spare futon down from its hiding spot in the wall and tossed down some spare pillows and blankets.

-“That means lots of rest. I thought they were worse, but your cuts don't actually look horrible. Let's get you cleaned up and laying down, then maybe we can get you an urgent care appointment to look at your head.”

-”No. No doctors.”

-”You religious, or scared or something?”

-”Er- yeah. Somethin' like that.”

-.............

-Xigbar really knew he should have RTC'd as soon as he was able to stand. He should have reported back a week ago. Yet here he was, truly a stranger in a strange land, crashing on this good Samaritan's couch, eating good food, and- for the first time in a really long time- relaxing.

-For him, some peroxide, butterfly bandages and ibuprofen were the trifecta- his wounds cleaned up nicely and the pain was definitely more bearable.

-You called out of work for the week shortly after he woke up, feeding them a line about your brother-in-law dying or some shit; you didn't have one, of course, but nobody had to know that. He told you his name was Xigbar, and that's really all you knew. The dude was tight-lipped to say the least.

-Xigbar went with you on every trip you took. At first, he was pretty wary of your little yellow Bug, but he warmed up to it pretty quickly- at least, until you dumped the clutch and stalled on a hill for the first time. He jumped like he thought the thing was trying to kill him, and you couldn't help but laugh.

-He went with you on trips to the grocery store. You showed him your favorite restaurant (and taught him how to talk to the server like a person rather than a barmaid). He sat next to you on the sofa as you pointed angrily at the TV and complained about some goings-on in your world. He helped you uncork a cheap bottle of Trader Joe's wine, then another, and another, and you ended up talking shit about your coworkers. For you, it was the guy who followed you all over the office and wouldn't leave you alone for anything. Xigbar offered to punch him as a show of gratitude, but you assured him that no, it was really okay, the guy was just a little weird.

-On the other hand, Xigbar's work stories were different. You surmised that his office was comprised entirely of... er, vibrant characters. Like, for instance, the one that ditched work every single day by hanging out in the break room right next to his manager. There was also the “gambling addict in denial”- according to Xigbar-  who had, just a few weeks ago, literally swindled the pants off of a man in a bar. And there was the one who could, and would, electrocute and stab anyone and everyone for the slightest of infractions.

-”Uh, dude. Have you talked to HR?”

-”...What's an 'HR'?”

-”Human Resources, duh!” you sighed dramatically.

-The loud, barking laugh that followed told you that he had not, in fact, talked to HR.

-.........................

-Six days had passed since you'd found Xigbar bleeding all over everything in your alley. Since then he'd improved dramatically, and when you could tell he was feeling well enough to stand on his feet, you decided that his seventh day with you would be devoted to seeing as many tourist attractions as possible together. The guy didn't have any memories, he told you, so you wanted to help him “start fresh” with as many happy ones as possible.

-This was, of course, a total lie: Xigbar remembered everything in his life, he liked to think, with the exception of how he got here. He was totally content to live the lie and continue following you around.

-In just a few days, something about you had grown on him. He couldn't quite place it, but it was something about your smile, your ripostes after his witty comments, the way your hair fell over your face when you slept, your tendency to rant and rave and scream at the endless city traffic... he didn't know what to do. For the first time in a long time, he was at a loss.

-You took him absolutely everywhere you could think of: a boat tour of the bay, a cable car ride up Telegraph Hill, a brief stop for brunch at a local bistro, gift store browsing, and finally a walk across the Golden Gate Bridge to watch the sun set. The roads were more peaceful than they normally were, even for a Sunday evening. Perfect, you thought.

-If Xigbar had a heart it would have been racing: being near him made his mind do backflips and twist itself into knots. He enjoyed being there, but more than he liked the sight of the setting sun, he loved the wind in your hair and the glimmer of joy in your eyes. Those beautiful eyes.... God dammit.

-”Hey, let's take a picture!”

-”Huh??”

-Before he could stop you, you'd produced your phone from your pocket and turned on the camera.

-You held the phone in front of the two of you, snapping a seies of pictures, and drew it close to examine. In all of them, Xigbar smiled even wider than you had- genuinely, not his usual, wolfish grin.

-He has such a nice smile, you thought.

-He peeked over your shoulder at the picture, too, and felt his chest tighten in a way he'd nearly forgotten.

-.......

-After that, Xigbar knew it was time for him to head back. Xemnas would surely drill him about his whereabouts. Xigbar thought it odd that he hadn't seen so much as a single Shadow in his time here. Even if the world was really as bad as you said it was, he supposed that a world yet untouched by darkness must have some kind of hope.

-The minute you got home, you printed out two copies of the picture of the two of you on glossy photo paper, each picture small enough to fit inside a wallet. He took it gratefully from you and turned it over in his hands, the tightness in his chest creeping back.

-”This has been a really great time. Thanks for takin' such great care of me. You really got a knack for it,” he started. Suddenly your chest, too, felt heavy. “But I really oughta get back to my life. Boss Man's gotta be wonderin' about me by now, ya know? Same with yours.”

-”Yeah... I guess so,” you sighed. It had been nice having him around, despite the rocky beginning. Your eyes swept over his lithe figure and settled on his face- angular, ruggedly handsome, and watching you intently for a follow-up to your response.

-”I'm actually going to miss you,” you admitted.  “Who's gonna sass me for running stop signs and stalling on hills? Or talk shit about my coworkers with me? I hope I get to see you again. Please don't be a stranger.”

-He reached forward, fingertips brushing over your face, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn't brush him off when he laced his fingers through your hair, and when he pulled you in for a kiss, you grabbed his coat and pulled him in as close as you could.

-He drew away sooner than you would have liked. Than you would have both liked, really.

-”I'll make a point to stop back by, 'kay?” he assured you. With a sad smile, he lifted a hand and was surrounded by wisps of inky black and purple smoke. Just like that, he was gone.

-”W-what?” Wide-eyed, heart racing, you glanced around your apartment and resisted the urge to scream.

-”What the FUCK was that?!”

-.................

-As soon as Xigbar was back within the walls of the castle, he realized he'd fucked up.

-”Aww, shit!” There was no way she hadn’t seen the corridor of darkness, and there wasn’t really a good way to explain it, either.

-Mortified, and more than a little tired, he reached into his pocket and checked to make sure the picture was still there. Xemnas could wait until tomorrow; he'd sleep on his little snafu and figure out what to say the next time he visited you.