thinking about how harrows schizophrenia and general mental state is actually a lot less of a problem compared to the behaviour of everyone else around her that's using her schizophrenia and general mental state as a justification to treat her like shit during HtN.
I mean like yeah sure she's acting vaguely odd and has hallucinations of the body but like she's actually handling that well considering the situation she's in, the far bigger problem is that everyone around her is treating her like shit, hunting her for sport, treating her like she's less worthy of consideration and trying to manipulate her like sure she's not doing great but I'm sure it'd be a lot easier if!!! anyone!!! was treating her like a person!!!!
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Y'know how there are animals that can tell whether a person is trans before they do because they either really love or really hate a gender and apply those feelings to the person even before their transition?
Anyways imagine Tim where she finds out he's genderfluid purely because the Toy Soldier completely changes the vocabulary it uses for him sometimes for no easily discernable reason. It took everyone a few decades after Tim joined to even realize half its vocabulary was so heavily gendered at all l because it is A) from a planet most of the others are not from and B) Tim was born nearly four whole centuries after its vocabulary became archaic.
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i really really love drunk!bb's face/expressions and would love to see more of her... when she's singing in the room of murderers its so cutes... your art is so good and you're doing a commendable service bringing more bb into this world
day 56 - tipsy
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Hob is going to come home one day two months into Dream's retirement (and seven weeks into their marriage) and Dream's going to be full Victorian maiden on the chaise lounge, arm covering his eyes.
Hob, who is not a fool: Want to talk about it, or want to be consumed by the agonies for a little while longer while I prepare dinner? You got groceries, right?
Dream: [horrible groaning dirge of assent]
Hob: I'm starting to get a little concerned, dearest
Dream: I went out to. Obtain groceries. And the woman at the till said 'enjoy your food'.
Hob: And you said?
Dream: "My thanks. you as well."
Hob: My poor love. Have a kiss to ease the sting.
Dream: [accepting the forehead kiss as his due] I can't go back to that grocery store in this lifetime.
Hob: Understandable.
Dream: Can we fake our deaths tomorrow?
Hob: Give me two weeks to wrap everything up, then we can.
Dream: <3
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