#shaking them like maracas /pos

[ashfluffys]

@teacupfullofroses27 hiiii it was me I asked if I could draw her I. I love her she looks like a lil roly poly I wanna pat her on the head

I also love this creature too so much and both these designs are so good and make me wanna ask what bow would look like in your style if you ever wanna complete the trio if that sounds pushy I’m sorry

[okaioh]

TALLULAH AND POMME OUGH THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME [GLASS SHATTERS] [EXPLOSIONS] [CAR CRASHES]

[nulltune]

&&. @longerhuman moved from legacy !

it's curious to see such a thing on another,  only ever seeing it through the hazy reflections of herself,  but ah—  that look.  this look.  that emptiness is ...       ❛   is it because you have no reason to live.   ❜       tone does not even lift to indicate a question,  speaking bluntly.  if their similarities would only continue from there,  then,  it makes sense for him to want to die. and even if you want to live,  do you have the qualifications to do so ?   what does it mean to  “ live ”  in the first place ?   knowing nothing of that,  knowing nothing about what it is to truly be  “ human ”  ...  she supposed it would only make sense.  what other option was there than to just disappear ?

—though,  where her's was an unfeeling resignation,  at least he wants to die.  as morbid a desire as it was,  it was still a desire.  something.  she has nothing at all.       ❛   i don't care about your present.  i don't care about what you want.   ❜       and whatever he's seeking for—  entertainment or a response or whatever.  what did he hope to get when faced with something as lacking as himself ?   it doesn't matter.  if i'm heartless,  then so are you.  she doesn't see a point in stating the obvious;  and just like herself,  surely he understood himself enough to realize that by now. 

lifting up the gun once more,  actions remain undiscernible but hands work to instead disassemble the revolver. her lack of skill in working it does not show through the action,  steady and smooth movements remained as mechanic as ever.  just like a machine.  metallic clinks fill the silence as the bullets are removed,  one by one,  carelessly spilled onto the floor.  there's a pause at the last bullet,  held in dainty digits.  a swift flicker to the other,  as if to gauge his reaction.  would you be disappointed ?   upset ?   any of it would be better than her unfeeling self.  but regardless of his feelings,  instead of joining the others,  the lone bullet would find its place loaded back into the cylinder.  a faint clicking sound following as it is then spun.

taking a seat on the floor,  she doesn't gesture for him to follow suit,  nor does she bother explaining.  only peering upwards with vacant eyes.  when gaze is met,  the item is set in the space between the two.       ❛   we can get one turn each.  whoever shoots first,  where they aim,  it doesn't matter.   ❜       nothing about it really matters,  but—

❛   ... if you're still alive,  tell me something about yourself.  ❜  

[lunarcrown]

WAit that's the first time I've seen bravo omg,,,, look at em,,,, I wanna shake him like a maraca,,,, maybe even put cat ears on him,,,,, /pos

HAHAF CAT EARS U SAY…..

Dang he didn’t like them (I bet he was afraid they would make hels ppl think he was too “babygirl”)

[dronegutz]

AAAAAAAAAAAH EPIC MICKEY FOR THE SWITCH OH MY GODDD /POS

this is so exciting oh ym god I'm gonna throw up /pos

i can't guarantee this'll go very far, but since this trailer appearing will probably bring a wave of new fans, i feel the need to drop some info about the game so nothing bad happens!! (it will happen anyway, unfortunately, but it doesn't hurt to try!!)

i only have one thing, and that is: MICKEY AND OSWALD ARE CANONICAL BROTHERS, DO NOT SHIP THEM! please i beg of you don't do this. it's gross, it's not funny, and it's illegal just about everywhere for a reason.

look at em. shaking em like maracas. /aff also if you choose to ignore this n' ship 'em anyway, dni!! that's gross!!! i am very strongly against incest ships!! /srs

[leftshiftwashere]

your art has always inspired me, especially when I’m struggling to draw something but it’s such a cool looking style that I’m always amazed when I get to see it! the way you draw combine characters is amazing, plus your way of drawing transformers is really awesome. makes me happy seeing anything you create appear in my fyp or with me looking up your account to find it

Thank you bro I'm gonna shake you like a pair of maracas /pos

God literally knowing I inspire people and that my art actually makes them happy is such a reason to keep doing whatever I'm doing oh my god

!!!!! !! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bluiex]

i put it in google docs to check the word count it’s a bit over 1000 words so that’s fun, but without further ado, i present:

funny things i have read in smut:

“Then he hit the bundle of nerves that fanfic readers are all too familiar with.”

“Luckily he is also a slippery motherfucker.”

“inexperienced in the art of giving giant people hand jobs.”

“Getting cock blocked my a church!”

“I’m not a food (name)”

“unsure why (name) was treating him like he was at the dentist”

“Also when they arrived (name) threw a plushie at them, hitting (name) square in the face.”

“I-uh I wh-uhm I”

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!”

“(name) smiled “sure just don’t kill me””

“(name) would probably just scold them and then offer some advice and (name) would probably just laugh and offer to punch (name)’s stomach or some bullshit. “

“She then sauntered her way back to the over-eager man laying in an idiotic position on the bed, probably trying to be mock-seductive.”

“"What? Don't you like what you see?"”

“he let out a shaky breath and stood up straight(gay)”

“(name) finds out where all the missing orphans went, and no, it’s not Technoblade.”

“(very unimaginative for a nonhuman, what were his parents thinking?)”

“it was at that moment that (name) had internally asked himself three questions: am I really considering sex with a dragon? Is this really what my life has come to? Dragon fucking?”

“" Sorry gang I have to take the fattest piss in the whole year."”

“"I just don't think you are gonna be screaming pickles in the middle of fucking-"”

“Angry at (name) for even having the audacity to be alive and breathing.”

““Look, I’m your chambermaid not your chambertherapist,””

““I saw a man purchasing cocaine from another man.” He mentioned offhandedly.”

“"Fuck you" he responded, lowering himself to lay on the monsters chest and stomach.

'That's what your doing'”

“Author: Am eating cucumber”

“(name” smirked with delight, reaching down to poke at his cloaca”

“he got so many new experiences (yes, even beans on toast)”

“”did you just.. call me dude in a romantic way?”

““Were you expecting me to say ‘it’s dishonourable to attack when not ready!’?””

“(names) hands are shaking so much that he might actually shoot one of them in the foot. Which would seriously kill the mood.”

“Is he not also deserving of being a sexy pirate with huge tits?”

“He doesn’t know what he’ll do if (name) pulls away and starts talking again. Cry, probably.”

“sorry i was possessed by an evil spirit called homosexuality writing this”

“im normal *paces around my cage*”

“i need to fuck this himbo.”

“am I saying that gay sex is the solution to relationship problems? Absolutel- *dies*”

“and precisely nothing changes between Pearl and Scott.”

“the real fantasy here is having a shower that's big enough for more than one person lmao”

“not like he was thinking of boneing (name) or (name) anytime soon.”

“(name) has eaten (name) out (wow that's really a sentence I just typed)”

“Tea anon *shakes you like a maraca*”

“because holy hell (name) has got to have some absolutely incredible thighs”

“I know that we all universally agree that (name) has the biggest dick on the server”

“I just think they should fuck and it would solve all their problems. Or make them worse, but at least they’d have fucked <3”

““tiddies plz? May I have a face full of them?””

“(especially after he's been fucked into the next century by her-)”

“When he is satisfyied and (name) is a right mess and a little hard- (name) just leaves lmao”

“You have my utmost respect and love person who suggested it I will give you a handshake”

“Hi I have a headache the size of Texas but that doesn’t stop the Headcanons from plaguing me like visions.”

“(name) just walkin around butt ass naked, dick out :sobs: /pos”

“getting the fucked and bred into the next century-“

“"he's a fucking dumbass jesus christ i want to bear his children"”

“(name) lingered, because he was a simple man, and couldn’t turn down a chance to look at (name)’s ass. In his defence, it was not a bad choice. Man.”

“Not that burying his face in (name)’s tits was a bad time,”

“(name) slurred out a grumbling complaint, so far from any word that (name) was almost impressed.”

“(name), I am going to set you on fire, please.”

“(name) raised his eyebrows at (name)’ choice to not wear underwear. The man was truly feral sometimes.”

“This goes even harder (hehe)”

“Why do school work when imaginary men can fuck in our heads *gets run over*”

“Unfortunately, it covered all of (name)’s actual ass,”

“his eyes relaxing and focusing in on the much nicer view of (name)’s chest.”

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?””

“little panting sounds as he tried to remember how to breathe.”

“He needed to scream into a pillow, like, now. And then do other things with that pillow”

“She could talk to him however the fuck she wanted after riding him like that.”

“And my god if anyone saw his back they'd think he got attacked by a bear or something “

“(name)’s sense of time is a little – hah! – fucked right now.”

“resisted that dang mouth”

“(name) has two tits!”

“a worker is giving him a weird look for clearly having boner while staring at some bell peppers.”

“He really was a friend shaped nugget”

““If it's not a booty call I'm not interested,” “

“(name) bussy canonically has the power to unlock peoples closeted inner fruit”

“the glass was so fragile that gay sex was enough to shatter it”

“just waiting for (name) to calm down. (name) also waits for (name) to calm down.”

“and enjoy the ride””

“nor does (name) actually get off on being commanded to fuck. (well, he might. i've never asked.)”

““I’m at a vulnerable time in my species transition and you’re making sex slave jokes?””

““Well, stop being horny for five seconds and let me finish explaining.””

“Gotta have a weird gay thing going with at least one of your friends at all times.””

““Oh no, your dick is broken! I’m prescribing you blow jobs~””

“trying to look calm and collected. like a cucumber.”

“giving it the sloppiest toppy he could in his state.”

-🍞

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!” I felt that. LOL

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?”” FAVE FAVE FAVE

[hopepetal]

“the way your brain works…amazing.” do you want me to cry. do you. is that what you want from me. i’ll do it. wails /pos

yes, definitely. That idea of being unable to be hurt if he’s already keeping himself isolated; he cannot be hurt by them if he keeps himself away from them.

they need to hang out? he’s busy gathering resources, sorry!! they need to see him for something? well- uh. he’s busy showering jellie in her time of scheduled love and affection, of course!

(he doesn’t think about how he doesn’t need to force himself to do anything to make her stick around - doesn’t need to give lives or contracts.)

shutting himself out from everyone because he learnt his lesson, he doesn’t need to be taught it again

I AM SHAKING YOU LIKE A MARACA I LOVE THIS

And to add a little bit of comfort-

Maybe the hermits start to notice that he's avoiding them. Start to notice Scar falling into a pattern of behavior that really concerns them. So one day, they all go to Scar's house.

They see how emotionally wrecked Scar is, how badly his mental health has suffered, and they decide they're all sticking around to help him out.

Sleepover time 💜💜

[bizlybebo]

<SPOILERS FOR APOTHEOSIS EPISODE 2>

THEY START IN A TAVERN LMAOOO

Rumi is on the stage oh it's greattt!!!!

Rumi- "You! Do you know how to play the viola?" POINTS A FUCKING PETER

DONT PEER PRESSURE THIS WET RAG OF A MAN INTO PLAYING AN INSTRUMENT ON STAGE

RUMI STOP BULLYING HIM XD

"I'm sorry I don't know why he did this" Stop apologising.

Nevermind maybe do apologise that was awful

Don't sing hot cross buns over his narration

Rumi STOP dragging this poor boy around!

Oh yeah I get what you mean, he is sobbing over a surface level compliment

"I'm sorry noone has ever asked me that" YOUR NAME????"

I have visions of you" that does not have the implications you think it does (retrospect, that was probably intentional)

I can't imagine the players are anything except entirely baffled by Peter

I love Peter he's such A dork

I love Rumi he's so cool

"I was more like a meat puppet in sort of a play of destruction" boyyyy

Rumi is bestieeee he's great

"We just joined hands" SIR

"I have litterally never done anything"

"This is the best day ever" You sopping wet tissue paper boy

I THINK RUMI IS GETTING LIKE FOLLOWERS TO GET POWER TO HELP PEOPLE THATS SO COOL!!!!!

PETER YOU ELDRICH DIVINE HORROR

ANGELIC LIZARD OMG <<<3333

"I run into a tree" Charlie stop physically abusing your characters they deserve better

"Goddamit you're a murderer"

"Stand behind me"

"No stand behind me"

"No stand behind me"

"No I'll protect you"

"I would like to sense anything holy"Just both of Them

Peter Sqloint, the most holy man

Oh shit PvP

TASHAS HIDEOUS LAUGHTER TO MAKE HIM LAUGH LMAO

"You can't just magically make me laugh" He litterally can though

Peter for being Peer Pressured

"Rumi this guy kinda sucks :<"

"I steal his viola and play hot cross buns"

I am suffering /pos

Hes so genuine

All of the other JRWI characters take note, THIS IS how you do a speech

Peter: 🧍

As the nothing moves across the nothing XD

LIZARD 💜💜💜💜

Peter be like: not me, actually my super cool all powerful OC

"You look super aggressive sometimes please don't kill me, I'll die, I'll just die

Summons sword epically and musically

SUNNYYYY AAAAAAAAJSHSHSHD 💜

Exandroth my beloathed

"Peter is GONE" well bring him back maybe?Archangel sounds are the worst

"Don't lecture me on morals"

"THERES A WOLF ON MY LEGGGG >M<"

"YES PETER YOUR BLOOD IS NOW SPIDERS""

Your [blah blah blah] will be your end/downfall/undoing"

Okay so it's not just me right? Rumi is incredibly Gay

Woughhhhh

Lizard Log

(These are gonna take a while because Tumblr eats the formatting from my notes app, also if there are random words that cut off a sentence and don't make sense, autocorrect is a bitch)

RAGHHHHH RUMII AND PETERRRR I LOVE TJEMMMM THEY WERE SO <3333 FROM THEE STARTTT

i can’t wait to watch peters development because you can already see how he’s getting stronger + more confident in himself even by episode 6 aughuguguh. going from crying when rumi asks him his name to bashfully accepting compliments who cheered (me)

rumi is SO gay. i aspire to be like him he’s so fucking gender. but also a suave motherfucker i hate them so much. i want to shake them like a maraca and hear them go shkshkshkshk

RRRGGHH JUST THE. THE EBERYTHING AND THE WAY THANATOS GOT IJTRODUCED TO THE PARTY I LOVE TJEM SOO MUCHH AUGGH

rumis so fucking graceful even in combat it makes me angry. who let this asshole be so perfect

if peter doesn’t get his lizard log by the end of apotheosis then it’s all for nothing istg

[bioticlaw]

I just finished “can you tell me who I am” and I’m kind of frothing at the mouth right now. I want to grab everyone by the shoulders and shake them like a maraca. Dottore’s enigmatic personality is just spot on. He’s so in character he makes me angry.(/pos) GRRR I love them

AWWWWWH thank you so much for reading and enjoying it!! I've been self-conscious lately so this means a lot to me :'))) Dottore is pretty tricky to write but I'm glad you liked my characterisation of him!! thank you for your sweet message! have a nice day <333

[whimsycentral]

ARGIE. RG. SANDY. (BUSTING OUT ALL THE NAMES.) IM GOING TO SHAKE YOU LIKE A DAMN MARACA. CMERE!!!!!

AAUAUAGGAGHHHH DUUUDEEEE THIS CAME OUT SO FREAKING GOOD… SPEECHLESS… LEFT IN SHOCK…

all the details in this FSHHSHSHSSS 😭😭 /POS THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!! I LOOOVEEE COSMO’S FEATHERS FLUFFING UP BOTH WHEN HE’S SCARED/MAD, ESP HIS EAR (?) FEATHERS (his antennae… cos is secretly a bug revealed? scarab has competition HAGSHHD) <333 you draw the silly owl man so beautifully 🙏 i also like how him and orbo are snuggled in a blanket n pillows, its so cutesy… i need to explode them with my mind (lovingly) 💜

i also really like the wall prismo made for himself, THE LAST PANEL IS MAKING ME GIGGLE SO MUCH… I just keep imagining Scarab forcing him to pull up something to project Prismo closer. He refuses to go to the back at the cost of seeing the screen well. get The Slab prismo.

AND NOT TO MENTION THE COLORS UUGHHH 💜💜✨✨ YOU GAVE TRICK OR TREATERS EYE CANDY THIS YEAR!!! IM IN LOVE WITH THE EFFECT YOU USED AS WELL, THE GRAINY TEXTURE IS SO COOL

also EVERYONE CHEER FOR RG FINALLY FINISHING SCHOOOLLL LETTSS GOOOOOOO 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 FREE FROM SUFFERING HALLELUJAHHHH

HAPPY HALLOWEEEN🎃‼️

Movie 'Night' at Prismo's :)

This is a bonus (I made it kinda simple compared to the up one, I think u can tell hshs)

Time without posting! So I hope you like this silly thing <3

______________

Gosh, rlly a lot of time without posting :") I hope Tumblr show this post...

Anyways! Finally, School is over, I PASSED THE YEAR 🎉🎉 and I can coke back to draw FaC (cofcofPwishcofcof) again <3

I have changed my way to draw a lot, and I hope you like my future drawings:)

Anyways, I don't rlly wanna yap much about it

Happy Halloween! Have an amazing day and night! Eat a lot of sweets! ^__^

And I will be going to do the same :D

Bye bye!!!

💛(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

[malevolentcast]

I am shaking John and Arthur like a pair of maracas WHY can they never get along for more than five minutes. Just "Oh! They've had a wonderful little moment! I love them :)" to "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP FIGHTING YOU SHARE THE SAME BODY???" In five minutes.

Also. Kayne is such a Guy who is Awful and Amazing at the exact same time. Oh how i loathe him (/pos)

Also also did the fact that John just straight up has one of arthurs feet ever get addressed?? How Did They Learn To Walk??? Is having control of the leg an OPTIONAL thing??? Or did they have some kind of silent agreement that one person moves their leg and then the other guy does it?

Don't shake them please. Cause they're two different people with different ways about going about things, or one part of me that is always at odds with itself. It's not a bad thing, accept them for who they are. Thanks. You're over thinking it

[foxgloveblue]

HELLO. HELLO YES I'VE COME TO SCREAM AT YOU

I JUST FINSIEHED READING GHE LAST CHAPTER AND I'M ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL RIGHT NOW HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS AFTER THIS

OHYMGODDDDDD YOUUUUUU IM SHAKING YOU LIKE A MARACA

YOUR FIC IS SO INCREDIBLE I SWEARRRRR I LOVE ALL THE GUT-WRENCHING EMOTIONS AND THE ROLLER COASTER AND THEJRJDJF WORLD BUILDING AND BACKSTORIES DUDE THE CLOCK PART HAD SO MANY EMOTIONS AND HOW YOU CAN MAKE EVERYTHING SO INTENSE ITS SO GOOD

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ALL THE VIVID DESCRIPTIONS OF LIKE LIGHITNG AND SCENERY AND HOUSE DECORATIONS TOO IT JUST SETS SUCH AN ATMOSPHERE AND MENTAL IMAGE RHWJJEKEJE

I LOVE UR CHARACTERISATION OF BOTH OF THEM TOO ITS SO. THEM. ITS JUST THEM GRIAN IS SO WILD AND SCAR IS SO DHSKHDDFHJ /POS HIM

IM SO NERVOUS AND HYPED ABOUT WHERE THIS IS GONNA GO THIS IS WHAT I LOOK FORWARD TO EVERY WEEK

TLDR YOUR FIC IS INCREDIBLE IM GONNA EAT IT AND SMASH IT AGAINST MY SKULL

aaaaa thank you! I'm glad you like the descriptions, sometimes I worry I go overboard with them but I'm glad ppl like them lol!

[transsexualhamlet]

b.b ig top buhegrer hheheeehehhhee *i am shot on site* in all seriousness ya bigtop burger or uhhhhhhhh vanitas or bsd take your pick bbg

ask game

@mysz here for u too my love<3

oh god. lucien I love u but there literally just isn't enough content or characters to do bigtop burger lmao

and I literally barely started vanitas although I love it in theory I barely know anything about it i just reblog gay people

so When The Stray Dogs Bungou it is!

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

It's Fyodor, I'm sorry. Fyodor my frail pathetic deeply traumatized lover I would fucking cut off a leg and bake it into a pie for that man. Love being a nikolai kinnie. I say, also a Fyodor kinnie. But he's just. He's just SO. Fyodor is the kind of character though, you know nothing about their backstory and are given not even a single reason to think you ever will know, you can tell by the way they act, what their motives are, just the way they carry themselves near exactly what must have happened to them and it's just so important. I have my own entire backstory for Fyodor but I basically consider it canon at this point or close to, at least the main points. He's the tragic product of a lot of really important issues, a combination of that good old religious trauma, that good old post soviet feel, the culmination of current political and social issues and just, literally the kind of feelings young people today feel (not to sound like an old person, but seriously, I unironically have an 'inside' song on his playlist) and though you know it's not supposed to be this way and you should want to fight for the optimistic side, it can be so sadly comforting to give love to this person who's just given up on humanity. He's made himself a martyr, he just wants to release everyone from their pain and grief and the sin of living ok just let him have that

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):

I... have to go with Fyodor on this one too. Not only is he such a deep and important character he's also SO fucking scrunkly. I want to shake him like a maraca. I want to put him with the amongus babies. His little rat face and his illnesses and his little awkward ass hes UTTERLY scrunkly.

Also Beast Akutagawa. Literally so fucking scrunkly I want to squish him he's hiding under the table

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave):

God I don't know with this one I think this fandom is big enough that there really aren't many underrated characters, kyouka def is but she's not MY little meow meow shes yours oz :pensive:

sooooooo Kunikida<3 he's not my absolute favorite but not enough people love him ik you don't like him milenka and that's honestly fair I just think it's funny when he chokes dazai for 20 minutes in the middle of an office meeting

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week):

Kyuu is my little obscure weirdo with no gender we haven't fucking heard from them since fucking season 2 where ARE THEY they're my baby and they have done nothing wrong ever don't mind all the blood

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave):

RANPOOOOOO!!! I wouldn't say most people consider him the same kind of wet and pathetic, but I think he's my favorite and he's literally autism the guy. He's a little bit pathetic /pos. Look at that dude. Literally have you ever seen such a guy. Absolute creature. Fucking love him

Wait. Wait god. I have someone that fits this even better, beast!dazai. Beast!Dazai specifically. I basically give him the Guren treatment, sadly, and I think I'm just about as controversial in doing so- the fandom is split about half and half on whether he's worthy of pity or not. I am adamantly on the poor little meow meow side because his situation is nearly identical to Guren's in all the important points of it. God if only we had catastrophe for beast dazai, I would go fucking insane. But yeah, the whole reason why I like him is because of the terrible things he's had to do and make himself and the solitary suffering he's had to go through for the sake of someone he doesn't believe himself worthy of, and who without all the information basically hates him back. It's just. I can't not feel sorry for him, I don't care that he's manipulative. He didn't have another choice. Sorry if his love was weird or obsessive or whatever this was the ONLY GOOD THING IN HIS LIFE

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason):

Nikolai. As very obvious from my most recent fic. I put him through the fucking PAPER SHREDDER the plinko would be a fucking RELIEF from what i've done to this dingus. Nikolai's in PIECES when I'm done with him. This particular one for my dear followers who aren't the two people whose asks I'm responding to you (you're very aware) When i'm done with him Nikolai is kneeling in an abandoned clearing in a forest clinging to a rotting disgusting decapitated head with glass in his feet and maggots in his hair in withdrawal from several separate hallucinogens screaming and wailing and begging for mercy utterly alone and unloved all by his own mistakes

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell):

All of them. The whole cast /j

I love Dazai but he's going to superhell<3 Get in the plinko Osamu

[e-ampersand-c]

Fiesta

Author's note : I AM SO SORRY. This took longer than expected...Though it is a long chapter, so hopefully I'll be able to put up content much faster. Anyways, please enjoy :D

Ang Unang Araw

(The First Day)

"Para sa inyo po señora! Ginawa po ng mga magulang namin para sa pagpapasalamat sa inyong pamilya, na tinanggap at hindi tinalikuran ang iyong mga kapwa hanggang ngayon." Masayang sinabi ni Maya habang hinahawak ang mga kamay ng mga bunso.

Ngumiti si Maricela, alalang-alala ang totoong rason kung bakit niya kailangan manalo sa kanyang kaso, ngunit nalaglag ang puso niya sa ngiti ng tatlong bata.

English Translation:

"This is for you señora! Our parents made this to thank you and your family, who accepted us and never turned your back against your fellow people until now." Maya smiled brightly as she held the younger children's hands.

Maricela smiled, remembering the true reason why she needed to win the case, but her heart sank deeply at the innocent smiles of the 3 children.

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Maricela was just about to leave the house when a knock was heard. She opened the door to find the three youngest children of each of the families living on her land: Maya Dela Cruz, Theresa Santos and Ernesto Espiritu.

Maya has brought freshly picked fruit, Theresa has brought finely sown silk shawls and Ernesto brought cooked food, still warm from tender cooking to celebrate the fiesta week and to thank Maricela and her family for the kindness they have shown for the past decades. Maricela is grateful for the gifts but seeing the innocent children living a great life without knowing it might collapse should she fail, her heart sinks to depths too far down for light to reach it. She sends them off with gratitude and quickly meets up with with her friends.

Upon arriving, Maria Clara, Crisostomo and Enrique chat lightly amongst themselves. When Enrique catches a glimpse of her arriving, he can't take his mind off the fact that Maricela has glazed eyes.

He waits for her to join the group and he asks whats wrong almost immediately. Maria Clara and Crisostomo look at her and notice the look on her face as well. This catches her off guard.

"Ah este! I am just tired from not getting enough sleep last night. I was excited for the fiesta to start."

Enrique looks quizzically at her until Crisostomo speaks.

"Maricela, make sure to drink lots of water. I'm sure it will help you sleep better."

Maricela thanks him for the prescription and continues with the chattering.

Enrique did not buy the excuse however.

Ang Ikalawang Araw

(The Second Day)

Maricela took the previous night's cloudburst as a sign of misfortune. Morning however was blessed with golden gleaming sunlight, but it did nothing to calm our heroine's rattled heart as she painstakingly trekked to the town hall with Enrique to finally submit her proposal. Enrique was the only one to greet her as Maria Clara and Crisostomo went to shop at the market place. He had his leather suitcase with him that carried the proposal.

They continued with Maricela covering half of her face with her fan. Enrique followed behind her, knowing full well they are in public. A group of talebearers caught sight of the two, and insantly gossip shared among the women.

"Are they making their way to the town hall?"

"Who is the gentlemen following behind her?"

"Is he a bachelor? Such a refined mestizo that man!"

"From what I have heard, A new lawyer and Crisostomo's collegue"

"That man is at a loss, why would he take an impossible case as a first job?"

"A waste of time and resources that hellspawn the now departed possessor of the San Augustus conglomerate decided to keep around"

"How awful to make a man work aimlessly. Making the life of the man harder!"

"Desperada!"

Pondering how deafness would be a blessing in disguise at thay moment, Maricela could only sink her face further into the fan, the words playing again and again in her mind.

"Desperada?"

Enrique relayed back to the women having spun around, his mere status alone in the situation socially communicating for the group to challenge his look. They could only hide behind their fans and continue to gossip.

They arrived at the town hall and Maricela requested to wait outside. Enrique went in by himself and passed the proposal. The man at the reception looked at him questioningly, Enrique merely responding with an impatient look until the man finally placed the proposal in a neatly propped paper stack that will be passed to the mayor.

Enrique made his way out to find Maricela pacing until she saw Enrique come out of the office. She stopped and was about to approach him until a fast calesa zoomed past her, the wheels splashing her with sewage water. She tried to stumble back in shock but ended up leaning against a rickety food stall that flipped at her weight. The food went flying and landed everywhere on her. Her hand was bleeding with cuts and splinters from the stall.

The degrading sight of a woman sullied by the poor cleanliness of the community brought out only cackles and whispered affronts. The vendor of the food stall was outraged and started yelling at her to pay for the damages or she will tell the guardia civil to arrest her.

Enrique quickly put himself between the vendor and Maricela and told her he will be the one to pay for the damages. He handed the lady money from his suitcase and the vendor went on with her day contented.

He then helped the poor girl up, who was shaking from everything that had happened. Her face trained well to remain stoic but her tear ducts betrayed her, shedding enough droplets to let her eyes twinkle under the golden gleams of sunlight. Enrique quickly brought her to the side and removed the splinters from her hand. He cleaned her cuts and guided her to the market place.

They came to a humble tailor, looking for new garments among the designer clothing. Enrique chose a matching blue tapis and saya and paid for it. Maricela's eyes widened as he handed her the clothes and told her to change.

A few moments later she's changed and fresh, just having gotten out of an inn that Maricela compensated excessively, but her expression is still gloomy. They both walk out and Enrique thinks of a way to lighten her mood. An ensemble playing jovial music and a few street dancers dancing with ribbons livening an enitre crowd thickened, rather conveniently, so Enrique brings Maricela to watch. The crowd cheers on but Maricela is still emotionless. Enrique sighs and tries to leave to find something better when the street dancers come towards the both of them and drag them to the middle

"Ladies and Gentlemen! We now present the lucky two who will dance one round!" They passed their maracas adorned with ribbons to the two and the ensemble prepares their next piece.

Maricela gives a mortified face while Enrique smiles confused.

"I c-can't dance..."

Maricela lets out as the music starts.

They follow the street dancers and at first the music was calm and the two of them were surprisingly doing well with Maricela grinning little by little until the music suddenly changed to a fast speed and the street dancers were twirling and changing positions. Maricela started to lose composure until Enrique called her name.

She carefully followed his steps and it seemed that she was dancing proffesionally. In between spins and cycles of dance steps, Maricela could have sworn to have seen a familiar face next to the would be band leader smiling genuinely right at her. She started laughing and smiling and before she knew it the segment ended.

The street dancers thanked them for their participation and they both left with a smile.

Ang Ikatlong Araw

(The Third Day)

Maricela finds herself at a new spot she's frequented. Not the homes of the people on her properties, not the church she now prays to for the approval of her proposal. But at a quiet and cleaner community where her parents now lay resting.

Dead.

They were buried with memories of an unresolved argument. Their deaths couldn't have been more... inconvenient. Maricela remembers how she snapped and shot back at them, refusing to be married off so the San Augustus fortune may be passed to an inheritor chosen by her parents. She clearly recalls how she ended their final argument, shouting.

"Sana 'di na kayo bumalik!"

The process of the arranged marriage was going to be started the moment that Maricela's parents came back home from their business trip. They left the day Maricela uttered those words. Left for their business trip, and left this world leaving Maricela scrambling to secure what they couldn't bring with them.

"I wish you never come back."

She thinks a second time. Remembering those words and how empty they really were the moment they slipped out. Whoever granted that wish clearly couldn't understand. Coping with their deaths has brought out great anguish, as expected. So Maricela had them burried in this peaceful community further out from the toxicity of the town's hustle and bustle. She asked for comfort but what she really needed was to act fast, just like how she was told. Word has already got out that a large fortune is legally waiting to be claimed, many has been stammering to attain it.

Breathing in, Maricela scans the cemetary. Noticing graves of wooden crosses and tombs craved from stone. The former signifying a poor man's burial and the latter for those higher in social standings.

"Nice to see none of that matters around here." Maricela comments to herself. Did all cemetaries house the departed's graves of different backgrounds?

"I think it adds to the beauty of this resting place."

Maricela then turns to find, Enrique?

"Did you... have business here too?" Did Enrique have someone special to pay respects too? Why was he holding sampaguita garlands?

"Oh these are for you. To give to who you're here for." Enrique says handing the flowers.

"They're beautiful, thank you. But how did you know I was going to be here?" Seemed quite supspicious for him to know something quite personal.

"I-I asked around at that church. The one where we first met and I happened to actually find someone who knew you. Well apparently. They even knew I was helping you in your case." Enrique replies, assuring that he hadn't been following her.

"Oh, that's alright then. I think I have a pretty good idea of who told you." Surely it had to be Crisanto. Maricela thinks to herself.

"Did you have something to do that involves me, Enrique?"

"I wanted to check on you after yesterday's...events." Was that the right word? The first thing that came to mind was disaster but was it really?

"But I hadn't thought I would intruding on something like this. Hence the sampaguita." He says pointing at the garlands.

"Right, I should put them on then." Enrique stepped forward and offered a hand to show he wanted to help. Since he did bring the pure as white blooms, she figured she should let him. They crouched just low enough to decorate the stone graves of the San Augustus with the flowers. Their fragrance seemed to smell sweeter after.

They only stood there when the pair were done. Their silence made comfortable with the sounds of rustling leaves and shaking tree branches in the wind. Enrique tries to read Maricela's expression. She didn't seem upset but in deep thought. Looks like she still has plenty to reflect on. He decided to risk it.

"I'm sorry for your early loss, I genuinely hope you've been coping with as much support as needed"

"...You speak with experience?" Maricela breaches.

Enrique nodded, looking up towards the sky as if it held the words he was looking for. "My father was taken from me and my mother too early. The doctors say it was most likely by a heart attack...though it happened too fast infront of us. One second he was gasping in pain while clutching his chest...the next he was gone. Just like that. I was only 14 when that happened and what followed after was a mere blur in my life."

The blur he didn't want to remember vividly. The funeral, his mother grieving, and the years spent in isolation studying.

Maricela looked at Enrique, who was now staring down at the ground.

"I am...truly sorry for what has happened to your father..." Maricela slowly placed her hand on the lawyer's shoulder. Her touch snapped him out of his haze and he slowly lifted his head to meet her gaze.

"If I may...what took your parents away too soon?" Enrique asked lightly.

"It-" 'It was my fault' she truly thought.

"It...happened unexpectedly as well. They were on a business trip and along the way...they were ambushed by tulisanes...the guardia civil found them a day later. I received the news after the day they were founded..."

Enrique's eyes widened. He did not expect such grotesque deaths. He noticed the dates carved into the cold stone, both of them died on the same day. The lawyer thought it was more subtle than an assassination. Perhaps a disease or a fire. Anything but an ambush.

"I had no idea...I shouldn't have asked-"

"Oh it's alright señor," Maricela tried to smile. "It was something I had to accept..."

Enrique stayed silent. Maricela spoke up after a few minutes of quiet contemplation.

"Seems as though grief is what binds Filipinos together these days." Maricela eyebrows curved and drew closer to her eyes to show concern, despite how she initially came to the cemetary to wallow in her own grief.

"Bonding over what you would give condolences too, because somehow we can set it all aside to hear each other out."

"In our case it seems it's because we didn't have the leisure to mourn. Deprived of voicing what we want say and longing for what we want to be said to us. " Maricela shrugs.

"Well I should say my father's death wasn't as recent as your parents. But it was untimely too. My education wasn't going to wait for me to find comfort in something, and your proposal brought up from your parents' departure must have forced you to stop entertaining the same sentiment. So I suppose I'm... just reaching out to you as someone to... mutually find solace in... should anything still be unresolved, because someone like you... deserves as much" Being a lawyer Enriques' sure to be excellent in oral communication, but in that instance he faltered, at least from his usually firm and assuring tone.

"It... wasn't the most elegant of consulations. But somehow it felt like the most genuine anyone has been with me"

Her hands clasped together and a soft smile on her face were details that shouted a thanks she's been meaning to say and mean.

Ang Ika-apat na Araw

(The Fourth Day)

The return home was comfortingly silent for Maricela and Enrique after spending the fourth day of the fiesta together with Maria Clara and Crisostomo, or it was at least devoid of articulating any more bottled and unresolved heartstrings to proverbially pull and drag like a rag doll. They aired out enough of how abruptly destitute they were of their parents, confiding in each other to find the comforting finality. Disclosure to now feel closure.

The clopping of the horses' hooves and the colliding of the wheels with stray stones on the road filled in for the absence of chatter. The kalesa is ever so closely reaching Maricela's residence. It felt clingy for Enrique to "walk" Maricela home when he offered, but nonetheless here they were "walking" home this late into the night. Now that remembering that it was late, it made sense for him to have offered.

Enrique opened the door for Maricela when they stopped, the driver not leaving yet as he still needed to take Enrique back to Crisostomo's home. The pair walked closer to the San Augustus estate, and briefly resting on intricately carved benches before lighting any lanterns. The moon makes whatever attempt to illuminate the mansion, but Enrique finds himself appreciating the soft glow as the two lounge outside for a while.

"Your home is quite surreal under the weak moonlight, how much more under an actual full moon?"

A little thing to ponder over, but thinking it over it gives Maricela one more thing to repeatedly appreciate once she wins her case. The moon will shine luminously every month on HER home.

"Together, I'm sure we'll be able to ensure you may gaze on it under a bright moon whenever."

Funny how "together" will mean so much more in the end. Unknown by these two now of course.

"Together?" Enrique asks.

"Of course, or rather I hope you think of us doing this together." Maricela replies

"Pardon? O-of course I do, why would I think otherwise?" Where was this coming from all of a sudden? Enrique thinks.

"Because it always felt like our exchange has been one-sided. That I always need assurance from you for everything I seem to unload on you?" Maricela replies, her tone saddening at near the end of saying it.

"There are still notable people who I can be thankful to, less by 2 now... but nonetheless, and you've become the one I am most appreciative of. But I just can't seem to return the favor." Reclining lower on the bench she occupied, Maricela says so guiltily.

"Then what was yesterday?" Enrique only hears a questioning "hmm".

"I found comfort in you as you did to me at the cemetery right? Doesn't seem like I've shared that part of me to anyone, no?"

"I suppose not." Maricela smiles a bit. Maybe she could deepen that exchange further. "What was your father like?" She asks.

A reasonable pause passed for him to properly summarize his father.

"I like to think ideally he was far too ahead of his time, and that hopefully enough that what he was has been passed on to me." He answered quite happily.

"What do you mean?"

Another pause, ended by him saying that his father had a very rare perspective of progressiveness.

"Barriers exist between us Indios and the Spaniards but he always seemed to see pass that. He married the woman he wanted, a full blooded Indio, and from an early age he mentioned how I could do the same with his blessing. From that I figured he would never have had me engaged to anyone. So here I am left to choose who I suppose."

"I see, he was quite the man indeed." How Maricela wished it was like that for her before. "Had you ever entertained the thought of having that freedom before?"

"No, there was always something apparently. Have you?" Enrique replies.

"I like to think I would have, but another day I'll share the first time me and another mutually agreed that we mean to each other not as spouses." Maricela attempts to jest. They're opposites in that regard, the ability to choose their own partner, but both ended up as now having that choice be put aside. Enrique has seemed to distract himself all his life to avoid that part of adulthood, and Maricela has spent most of hers resisting her parents than actually socializing and paying attention to who she's interested in.

"Haha, seems like quite story. But really, has there ever been anyone you've been genuinely interested in?"

As each passing meeting with each other, Maricela's idea of an ideal man seems to shift, referring to her lawy-

"Some, but only one as of late." She's thankful she's said it so inconspicuously.

"Well I bid you and them the best of luck." Enrique then stands excusing himself to not keep the coachman any longer, and they exchange goodbyes under a brighter natural light from the sky.

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hi mare hi!! i finally got around to reading the new cs chapters and OMG!!

okay 25. the scene with tubbo and jack in the beginning ouuuughhh mare it was so so good !!! also the way you write tommy is absolutely incredible btw i love seeing the way he deals with his problems in a very indirect way and i enjoyed reading tubbo trying to help!

i’m just i’m just taking the cs characters n shaking em around /pos

okay for chapter 26. the way you write dream and ranboo is so ouugshtdhnsomg honestly the “something is wrong with this friendship but they need me and im beginning to think i need them” feeling you capture with their relationship is incredible. idk i can’t ever put down your work when i start reading it’s so good mare. <3

HEY CAL! hope u are having a great morning <3

IM SO SO GLAD PPL LIKE THE TUBBO JACK SCENE I CANNOT SAY THAT ENOUGHHH theyre so important to me and im really excited to write more of em! trying to navigate the different ways that people individually experience/cope with their trauma is always difficult yet interesting; it's sometimes hard to write the different characters for that reason but i think im finally getting a stronger grasp on what i want tommy's character to be and im glad ppl like him :)

they make little maraca sounds

YES!!!! im so glad it gives off those vibes writing that kind of relationship is rough man tbh. rough on the emotions and rough on the readers but i think there's a lot of catharsis to be had as CS progresses even as we watch this relationship intensify in its awfulness.

appreciate u so much thank u for continuing to read cs <333