#text;rhia

[stopthefeeling]

This marriage was meant to be

[rhiaarrow]

Does anyone else remember when ccFit made it canon that in 2b2t the rotten flesh he had to eat in order to survive when he had no other food source (like early 2b2t days) was rotten HUMAN flesh?

When Madagio knocked him into the Cavern of Corpses it took over half his health and with no food to eat he has no way to quickly regen his hearts, to heal.

Would he be willing to return to the necessary brutality in order to stay alive?

Would he crawl over to the nearest corpse when the hunger got to be too much to deal with without satiation?

Would he return to his roots to avoid death by starvation?

Or would he reach for the corpse just to regen, to heal his injuries from the fall?

Oh yeah, today's Ramble isn't gonna be a Badboyhalo ramble for once! Today my brain has been consumed by qFit lore brainrot. God bless the bald man and his amazing storytelling skills bc I have been bouncing off the walls for hours.

I have too many thoughts to collect before I post a full ramble later tonight but have my first point of many, I'm gonna go back to drafting my regularly scheduled essay length rambles :D

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[hueningsloverr]

would yall believe me if i said i based like 1/3 of the dialogue in oceans away off of me simping for men irl that dont know i exist💀

[inquisitor-julia]

Would like to update this ancient post with a few things:

- I have decided that Rhia is the granddaughter of my main ESO oc Kaorinna and her LI Fennorian. As such Rhia has grown up around the supernatural (her grandfather is a vampire, her grandmother has some kind of immortality deal going on, her great aunt Nim is a werewolf bosmer, she grew up being doted on by The Ravenwatch, etc.)

- which is all to say that when she found out the companions were werewolves she had to pretend to be shocked for their benefit

-I still haven't gotten very far, I never have with Skyrim, but she did manage to rise through the ranks of the companions, become a werewolf, and marry Vilkas

-Barbas didn't ruin my wedding....this time...but I still have an intense grudge against him for the first wedding in my og Xbox skyrim playthrough

- Vilkas is now essentially her werewolf housewife

I’m finally playing some more skyrim (after probably two years) so let me reintroduce Rhia the Dragonborn!

(I’m in love with her)

-Rhia uses two-handed weapons mostly

-She’s currently working on joining the companions

-The only thing she’s ever stolen is food…..a lot of food…..

-YOU ARE CARRYING TOO MUCH TO RUN

-probably a hoarder

-accidentally adopted a small child who then adopted a fox that apparently has asthma so I guess that’s a thing in her life now?

-*accidentally falls into a cave while trying to kill a dragon**acts like she totally meant to do that**spends the next five hours of her life battling through swarms of giant death bugs and consuming all of her health potions instead of admitting that this was a mistake**still has to fight the dragon after leaving the cave*

-Plot? never heard of it.

-*heart eyes* @ Vilkas

(to be continued because i really haven’t gotten very far yet!)

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Fluff about Rook getting a tired/overworked Auron to rest?

Tired and overworked isn't a good combo.

He isn't hard to convince especially when he knows Rook is right-

Rook looked at their phone for the twentieth time, Auron still hasn't texted them back. Looking at the digital clock in the corner Rook excited to head up to Auron. As they did, Trish waved them over quickly, confused Rook went to her.

"Auron has had a....rough day. Some contractors started arguing and there was a fight." Whispering Trish then handed Rook some medicine. It was for headaches, clenching the bottle Rook let the older woman continue.

"He's most likely tired and overworked. But we both know he'd rather me not baby him. Can you do it for me, dear?" Asking Trish looked at Auron's lover. Who nodded and put on a determined face, turning their head to the doors of his office.

" I got this Trish. Don't worry, have a good night." Throwing her a kind smile Rook then went to the doors. Trish giggled to herself, happy that Auron found someone like Rook. If she can't reel him in, she knows they can.

As the doors open Rook peeked in seeing Auron typing away at his desk. A big stack of papers on his left side as he takes a quick second away from the keyboard to sign some things.

"Trish. Im fine, there is only around one hundrend papers to finish. I've done more in half of a day when i started dont worry." Without looking up Auron starts talking to Rook, not realizing it was then. When he didn't get a reply he sighed and looked up, about o open his mouth again.

Instead of seeing his childhood nanny he saw, Rook, his loving partner. Giving him a look he knew too well, so closing his mouth he let them speak.

"I think, you need a break. You've been doing rhia since I clocked in. You most likely have a headache." Saying they went to his desk. Gently placing the pill bottle in front of him, then opening his small fridge by his desk grabbing a water bottle.

"....it seems you would be right." Whispering tiredly Auron opened the bottle. The red head knew arguing with them wouldn't work, it never did. Rook smiled as they opened the water bottle handing it to him.

"Most of the time I am." Leaning down they kissed his forehead gently. The CEO seemed to melt a but at the gentle sign of affection. Rook then turned to the papers, taking the top one looking it over and placed it back down.

"Those need to be finished by tomorrow-" Trying to explain but was stopped by Rook touching his shoulders. They began massaging him, sighing in relief Auron began to noticed how much his shoulder hurt. Along with how tired he felt, how long had he been doing this?

"Your the CEO, if you just say the deadline was unreasonable and you've been busy for the last week. There was a new project you need to look over, new shipment, payments to sponsor people and let's not forget that gala you, for some reason NEEDED, to attend." Whispering to their lover Rook continued to massage him. Auron nodded along as he realized he could just work on it more tomorrow.

"....Your right, dear. Were you waiting long? I apologize-" Beginning to apologize he was stopped again by Rook finishing massaging him. They then sat on his desk being mindful of the paper stack. Looking at him with gently eyes and a soft smile.

"It's been a while since we had any alone time. I think your social battery is about to explode. How about we leave, and I spend the night?" Suggesting as they leaned forward giving Auron a kiss. The red head returned it and smiled at them, they really did know what to say to him.

Sighing as if they were pulling his leg, Ahron logged off his computer and checked over his desk before nodding. Slowly get got up and groaned at the position he was in for hours. Cracking his back a bit he turned seeing Rook grabbing his coat, gently handing it to him with a smile.

"Let's go, dear." Smiling Auron took Rook's hand as they walked out of his office. In the elevator Rook began talking about their week, to get Auron's mind off of his. Nodding and commenting at the right time Auron felt more calm, the headache was slowly going away.

Going to the limo, Rook got in first and cuddled against Auron. Who, wrapped a arm around them and leaned against them, feeling better with Rook at his side. Auron really was glad having them, he'd probably still be up in his office right now if he didn't.

[batnoise]

[🦇 / aug 2022]

commission for vespidazed, for and featuring the rhias!

[image ID: fullbody illustration of an anthro leafeon (morgan, he/him, on the left) and espeon (zeno, he/him, on the right) sitting on a couch together. morgan is dressed in a sweatervest and dress pants with his hair tied back into a braid. zeno wears dark colors and casual punk clothes with a long sleeved black and white striped shirt, a black shirt on top, and grey jeans with rips and tears. morgan looks at zeno with a wobbly lovestruck smile, as zeno gestures towards the air and is lost in thought, discussing advanced mathematical terms. above morgan is a text box that reads "understands none of this", pointing to him. a few green hearts trail from his direction. /end ID]

[rhia-falla]

who: open when: shortly after g's text where: hamptons house

Spatial awareness was never a strong suit of Rhia's, but G's text made her unusually hyper-vigilant of the attendees. Amongst a crowd of people, there was no sense of safety. She wondered if G was among one of the unassuming faces that passed by and greeted her. If not one of them, then who? Her hand covered her mouth, and her thumb ran slowly across her lips. As restless as the texts had her for action, she also didn't want the place to erupt in chaos. She had every intention of seeking out whatever it was G wanted from her, but the time wasn't right... It was too early in the night and the students were much to sober. If she passed the time, maybe she'd have an easier time extracting a confession with the help of a little loosening up.

Tonight was meant to be a night to celebrate, and above all else Rhia just wanted to enjoy herself in the company of others. She spent the vacation cooped up and emotional in her bedroom, but the turn of the year could symbolize a greater change to come. Despite everything, she clung to the hope that things might change and the sun might shine once again. She smiled at a familiar face, grateful to have something else to turn her attention to. She pocketed her phone and approached, shining like an artificial light with no true warmth. "I'm curious. Tell me," she coaxed with an innocent tilt of her head. "What's the first thing we're leaving behind in 2024?"

[run2seob]

5 things you like about 5 of your moots?

turned from subtly fangirling to "i'm (not)subtly in love with u and your blog" but thank u for the ask bcs i have an excuse to >:)

@gyuletters

her ability to write a variety of genres without using cliches

her kindness ^^ she's always complimenting accounts and writng the best reblogs

her theme (it's soo pretty) and how well it represents her. star's personality is so sweet and i feel like her theme reflects that

she comes up with the best prompts too! like i'm envious of her brain

how comforting her fics are (and binge worthy~)

@junoswrlld

even before me and juno became close, they were so so kind to me T0T

her ability to pace herself and balance her fics and personal life (i genuinely could not do this like.. admirable, seriously)

her crack ficshehsh they're so good >< she makes chapters leave you with suspense every time

how many memes she finds. it's one of my fav things because how do i wake up to 40 cat and scrimbo memes 😭

how reliable she is!! i can trust her with my fics and spoilers and it's so nice :> she gives motivation and gained my trust so easily :')

@mazeinthemoon

i can't believe i only have to do five?? i need more space to write about how moon writes. the way emotion is captured into her writing is filled with suspense but also comfort? like, in between dialogue, there's those quotes that you replay in your mind over and over again because how could someone think of that?

^^ adding onto this, the way she incorporates figurative language into her text perfectly captures the moment. it's not blatant and keeps the sentence flow which is impressive. as a writer i respect moon even more because even i struggle with that T0T

i've said this for everyone but can you blame me? they're all kind, moon included! she's always answering asks in the kindest way

^^ additionally, the way she types is so cute. and by this i mean kaomojis and emoticons. i love emoji faces so much hehe

best for last ofc~ her fics in general! glitter and the goalie both had me hooked. like essay long notes and annotations. i might reread glitter because of how on the edge it had me and bcs of her recent post.. detective reader activated >:)

@hueningsloverr

RHIA'S ANGST. that's shakespeare's child now, seriously. the way she writes angst is beautiful.. but like beautiful in a way where it feels like a pretty statue of a little girl crying but it's beautiful. beautiful in the way where it hurts but is pretty... makes you cry tears bcs of how well it was written yk?

the way she views things is soo beautiful. like in her reblogs and how she views songs. (could write an essay) when she wrote txt x time in a bottle it fit with the boys perfect and was just so pretty. there's so many quotes i remmeber and trust i'm not forgetting

i'm gonna make these shorter but how many ideas she comes up with. i could never T0T

her themeee

i wished i talk to her more!! i'm always scared to talk to my moots but i love her pseonality i would be so happy to talk to her more but i'm too scared

@huenation

themethemetheme it's so cute

idk if this counts but i was reading their bf beomgyu texts and was listening to hea and read the "oh my god" as the same time as the song said it and can't forget about that 😭

ugh my top 5 comfort fic being soobin meeting yns parents like.. i love this fic so much and ik this isn't recs but they write so well 😭 the moment is always described in the best ways and i can visualize them so well

i don't talk to amor much but i love their posts/txt reblogs ><

and that i wish them happiness. i know a lot of people's posts and writings reflect their emotions, and i just hope they're doing well. everyone has bad times, but it really depends what mindset you approach them with, you know? i just hope they get to smile :)

[charlie-lynchs]

The Blame Game

POV: based on 8x12 from Castle, but instead of wives and husbands, there are mothers and daughters

(You should watch the episode first or you will not understand everything)

Age: 17

Name: Charlotte “Charlie” Johanna Beckett

Warnings ⚠️: kidnapping, blood, death, weapons, (child-loss)

Beckett-Castle Apartment:

Charlie was awaken by the coffee machine downstairs, so she knew one of her parents is awake. Like every other Saturday she takes her time and takes a comfortable shower. She puts on jeans, a T-Shirt and a hoodie and makes her way downstairs.

While walking down she sees her dad making breakfast and her mom reading the newspapers. As she walks down further Rick looks up. “Good Morning Kiddo.” He greats her with a happy mood. Now Kate also looks up and smiles at her. “Morning Dad.” she smiles at him. “Hey what about me?” Kate says with a smile. “Morning to you to Mom.” Charlie says and sits down next to the Captain. Charlie hopes that they could have a calm family morning but already knows that it’s only a matter of time until her mother’s phone rings and she has to go the 12th precinct. “So Charlie, what are your plans for today?” Kate says while looking up from the newspaper. “Um I got a message. My friend asked me to get a important package for him, that a relative has.” Charlie said while eating her scrambled eggs. “Do you need me to drive you?” Kate asked. “Na, I just take the sub. I bet that any minute you have to go to the precinct anyways.” Charlie said looking at her mom with a hint of disappointment in her features and like she can see the future Kates phone starts to ring. “Beckett, yeah I’m on my way.” she picks up her stuff. “I’m sorry guys but I have to go. I will make it up to you Charlie promise.” Kate said kissing Rick and then kissing Charlie on the head. “Yeah Yeah, bye” Kate walks out. Charlie stands up “Well then I will go to, the sooner I go, the sooner I’m back.” Charlie puts on her jacket and makes her way to the subway.

When she stands in front of the building her phone rings and “Mom<3” shows up on the screen. “Hey Mom, what’s up?” Charlie answers the phone. “Hey Baby, did you pick up the package already?” Kate asked walking into her office with the file from the new murder that happened. “No I’m standing in front of the building.” Charlie said looking up the building. “Ok, what do you want to do after that” Kate asked now sitting in her desk. “Go home and watch Brooklyn 99 all day.” Charlie said. “God you’re so obsessed with that show.” She says with a chuckle. “Well it’s a good show. I’ll text when I get home. Bye mom love you.” “Bye love you too baby” Charlie ends the call into the building. Walking up the stairs she noticed how old and dirty the building is and Charlie started to fell uncomfortable. Suddenly there is a sting in her arm.

“How far we on the murder guys?” Kate asked walking out of her office. “We have a white van that a witness saw driving shortly after murder. So the car of the murderer. Ryan is trying to track it down, I try to find relatives or friends while this happens. Two co-workers from her are on their way right now.” Javier explains. “Ok, keep me updated.” Kate said. *ping* Kate picks up here phone and sees a message from Charlie. “Urgent! Meet me at 143 Nicholas ST. ASAP”. Kate didn’t wait longer and made her way out of the 12th precinct.

Charlie wakes up, positioning herself upwards, she noticed that she is in an elementary classroom looking to her left, 3 other girls in her age are also waking up. “Ow, where am I. Who are you guys” the red haired girl next to her asked. “I can’t remember how I got here.” The girl with blond hair behind Charlie groans.”Guys I don’t know who you are but I don’t have my phone.” the black skinned girl says. Everyone looks after their phones but no one has one. “ I know this is weird, but we have to stay calm. To make things easier for us. I’m Charlie Beckett and 17 years old.” Charlie introduces herself. “I’m Rhiannon, also 17 years old.” The black skinned girl says. “I’m Sarah with a h, also 17” the red haired girl says. “I’m Maddie, 17” the blond haired girl says.

“After that is settled. I guess it is not a Coincidence that four 17 years old are locked into the same room and whoever is behind this is watching us with that camera.” Charlie said. “Are some kind of sherlock?” The red haired said with an attitude. “No, I’m just good at combining things. I guess it’s given from parents.” Charlie looking around the room. “That’s why your name sounds so familiar. You’re the kid of the Captain Kate Beckett and the writer Richard Castle. That’s so cool” Rhiannon says. “Wait your mom is a cop. Then get a massage to her and they can break us out of here.” Sarah said. “How am I to do that without a phone. Let’s just solve this puzzle.” Charlie said and everyone but Sarah gathers around it. Sarah smash’s the glass of the axe. “Fuck it I’m breaking out of here. What its made out of rubber. Shit.” Suddenly Bees fly out of the box and sting Maddy. “I’m allergic.” She says before she collapse. “The antitoxin has to be in this puzzle.” Charlie says starting to solve it with the help of Rhiannon. They finish it and give Maddy the antitoxin, it was close but she survived it. “Well now we know it’s not only a game. It’s about death and life.” Charlie says while looking everybody. Then with a crack the TV in the room turns on. “Look the room it’s identical to ours.” Maddie says. “That’s my Mom. Susan” Rhiannon says shocked. “That’s my Mom, Helen” Sarah said. Charlie stares at the woman with her back turned to the camera. Suddenly that woman turned around to look at the TV. “Mom.” Charlie said without taking her eyes off the TV.

“Look the room it’s identical.” Helen says while looking at the Tv. “Wait a moment that is my daughter Sarah” Susan said starring at the TV disbelieve. “And that’s my daughter Rhiannon.” Helen says. “That’s my kid. Charlie. They must have abducted them first and send the messages with their phones. To get us to that building.” Kate explained. “Charlie? Charlie? Can you hear me Charlie?” Kate tries to communicate with her daughter. She won’t show before these strangers she just met, but inside she is freaking out and is scared for her daughter’s life. But Charlie does not move meaning they can’t hear them. The TV turns black. Kate looks at Helen noticing something on her neck. “What do you have on your neck Helen?”. Helen looks at her neck, there is a weird looking symbol. “I don’t know, but you have it to.” Helen says pointing at Kate side. Susan doesn’t have one.

“Rhiannon did you see something on your mom’s shoulder?” Charlie asked. “Yeah she had that weird looking symbol that Maddie and Sarah have.” Rhiannon exclaimed. “Are you sure?” Charlie asked.  “I didn’t take my eyes off her.” Rhiannon nodded. “Following that pattern. My mom has one and I don’t. Your mom has one and you don’t. Your mom doesn’t have it but you.”

“There were 4 kids but only 3 of us, what happened to the women in that chair.” Helen asked while pointing on one chair.

Both groups found out by now that the wood stick from the axe is the key for the door, but the didn’t open just a cabin with a gun in it. “2 will die, 1 will be freed” Kate reads. “They what us to go against each other.” Helen says and Kate nods. Kate places the gun in the holder an walks away. Susan takes it and points it at them. “Susan what are you doing. That doesn’t bring us further. You don’t have to do this.” Kate says trying to calm her down. “It’s called surviving. It’s an instinct.” Susan claims.

In the same time the TV for the girls turn on and they see how Susan points the gun. Without thinking twice Sarah jumps to the desk and takes the gun and points it up. “My Mom is right. I’m not dying today.” Charlie steps in front of the group. “Sarah we had a deal no one takes the gun.” Charlie said, suddenly Maddie steps in front of her “shot me.” Maddie said looking at Sarah. Sarah pulls the trigger and it fires backwards, she lays on the ground not moving. “Oh god is she dead” Maddie asked. “Yeah, who ever build this room, manipulated the gun so that it kills the shooter. Now let’s find a way out of here.” Charlie exclaimed.

Susan was tied up and sitting on a chair. The TV turns on and they see Sarahs dead body and Charlie with the gun in her hand. “Oh my, Sarah. Your daughter killed my child!” Susan screamed and cried. “I’m so sorry, I’m sure there is an explanation.” Kate said sure that Charlie could’ve done it.

Both groups found their way out of the classroom. The mother’s in a more elegant way with building a bomb. The girls used brutal force breaking the door open.

“Stay right behind me.” Kate said with the gun in hand. They start walking when a shadow showed on the wall. Kate nod so the other lean against the wall. She turns around the corner.

“Don’t fire that.” Charlie said with her hands up. “It’s build to kill the shooter. That’s how Sarah died.” Charlie explained. Kate doesn’t hesitate and pulls Charlie into hug. Charlie closes her eyes and breath in the scent of her mother perfume. “I’m so glad you’re ok. I had a heart attack seeing you in that room.” Charlie just chuckled on that statement. “We should keep going.” Maddie said while looking around. “She’s right” Kate took Charlie’s hand not planning on letting it go for a while. “There is the exit.” Maddie said running into the room. “No wait that’s a trap.” Both Kate and Charlie said. But the doors closed on both sides. Three leather on the wall. Kate takes the card. “…only one of the better half can go. They want to separated the couples.” Kate said looking at Charlie. “We’re 6 people, 3 leathers. They want us to give each other up.” Charlie said. “I’m staying here.” Maddie said pushing down the leather everybody turns away scared that something blows up. Kate shields Charlie, but nothing happens. “So who is stay staying with me?” Maddie asked. “I will” Kate said looking at everybody. “If you stay, I stay.” Charlie said. Kate wanted to argue but Charlie did their secret sign they have since Charlie was small. They close their fingers after one another into a fist and it says thing like “trust me” but also “I’m scared”. Kate just nods. “Wait, that’s against the rules” Maddie said. “Screw the rules.” Kate yells. Both of them push the  leather and the doors open. “Thank you. We will call for help.” Helen says having Rhiannon in a side hug. They run out. Maddie suddenly lets go of the leather and the door closes. “Sorry guys I thought we could run out.” Maddie said.

“Really or are you just mad that we broke your rules?” Charlie asked letting go of the leather. “You did say there would be consequences” Kate said also letting go. “We know it’s you.” Charlie said.

“Dammit” Maddie sighed and gets out a remote opening a side cabinet with a rifle. Kate tries to run before she could take it. “Don’t move.” She points it at them. “What gave me away.” Maddie asked looking at Charlie. “That you weren’t scared at all when Sarah pulled the trigger and how you ran into the room even though everyone knew it’s a trap. So let me asked a question. Why?” Charlie said.

“My dad used to test us. Me and my mom. Lock us in rooms and let us to tests. He abused but no one helped us. They didn’t care.” Maddie said.

“Maddie we can help you.” Kate said trying to step closer but Maddie didn’t let her.

“Help me? Because you’re a cop. Yeah no. I tried talking to one but he just talked to my dad for 5 min and left.” Maddie explained. “And that’s why you punish my mom because of a time she wasn’t even captain yet?” Charlie practically yelled at her but Kate held her back with her hand.

Charlie was hit with a idea. She stepped back at the leather. “So you kidnapped a person from every job that didn’t help” Charlie said while quietly unscrewing the leather. “Enough talking. Let’s finish the experiment. One of you is going to die. Come choose.” Maddie said. “I’m not choosing” Kate exclaimed. “Me neither.” Charlie said. “One of you choose now or I’ll start to shot your body parts.” Maddie said exclaimed pointing the rifle at Kates foot. “Ok, ok. I’ll choose” Charlie said.

“I chose no one dies!” Charlie yells hitting Maddie with the leather and Kate secures the rifle. “Stay down.” Kate said.

At the same moment the police comes in and Rick runs in. “Oh thank god. You guys are ok.” Rick said bringing them into a family hug. “Let’s go home” Kate said taking Charlies hand.

Back at home Charlie and Kate both took a long and hot shower. When Charlie walks downstairs in her pjs she only sees her mom also in her pjs waiting for her. “Where is dad?” Charlie asked. “Oh he is in his office. He said he wants to give us some girls time after what happened. So I ordered pizza and the couch is waiting for us.” Kate said while opening her arms for Charlie to come to her. Charlie didn’t wait any longer and threw herself onto Kate and they both fall onto the couch laughing. Kate turns the TV on and plays Brooklyn 99. “Really Mom? You hate the show because it’s so unreal.” Charlie said. “Well seeing you laugh while watching it makes up every mistake in the show” she says. “I love you Mom” Charlie said cuddling more into her mother. “Love you too Baby, more than you think.” So the mother-daughter duo watched TV the hole night and fell asleep during that. The next morning Rick took a picture of the both of them and both of them make it their background on their phone.

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Hope you liked it. English is not my first language. So sorry for every mistake.

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

📜𝙰𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚒-𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚈𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

Bringing the girls over to the market after the tree lighting only filled Asli with happiness. How she had Eli by her side while they watched the girls take everything in, Alex talking about all the yummy food she was excited to try whereas Rhia couldn't stop looking at everyone and everything, eyes completely wide at the new sight full of new people. There was so much laughter between the family, especially when Rhia would try to steal one of their food, that she was certain tonight was the perfect night. However, at some point during their international food quest, she received a text from Phoebe. Her brows furrowed in confusion and concern, mainly concern, once she saw the text messages. She was quick to reply back, giving her friend a pinpoint location to meet up with her, before looking back at her family. Letting them know that she needed to see Phoebe real quick and then she would be back. With Eli watching over the girls, she was quick to give them all kisses before heading off. Quickly trying to make her way to their rendezvous spot when she spotted the younger (yet slightly taller) brunette. "Hey!" she said, quickly hugging her before pulling back slightly to look up at her. Her brows pulled in confusion. "Everything okay? What's wrong?"

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟽𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 || @phoebeyates

[lolly-in-a-strange-land]

Angel Cake

Please enjoy this one shot I did. If people like it, then I might make a part two. Normally, I don't write one shots, but an anon asked if I could do some head cannons for Dave Mustaine and unfortunately I'm bad at those, but please enjoy this. Also this is modern 80s Metallica so phones and texting are a thing.

It was raining as we stood under an awning. Rhia huffed out a stream of cigarette smoke. I wrapped my arms around myself, in a bid to make myself smaller and to avoid the sudden chill that night. Rhia had begged me to come out with her tonight, a girl’s night out she called it. She noticed me fiddling with the cuffs of my cardigan and stepped closer, bringing the scent of tobacco and Marc Jacobs closer to me. 

“What’s wrong, angel cake?” Rhia grinned

She was always full of silly nicknames and had been since we were children. She leaned her head on top of mine and smiled, giddily. 

“Oh, you know, crippling nerves.” I laughed. 

“I get it,” She said, and I knew she did. “I owe you so much for coming with me tonight.”

“I don’t mind, honestly.” I insisted. 

Normally my Saturdays consisted of curling up under the safety of my blanket, reading a romance novel and maybe watching a show. Rhia took another drag of her cigarette and blew out the smoke. She was still leaning on me, quite comfortable. We used to be the same height until she had a growth spurt at 15. 

She ground the cigarette out and took my hand, walking me across the street to the bar she liked to frequent. A line of people were already waiting and we joined the queue. This bar, Hideout, was known for slightly heavier music than I was used to. 

“How many bands are we seeing tonight?” I asked. 

Rhia was leaning, surveying the crowd for cute guys. She stood up straight and smiled. Her black hair was still slightly damp from the rain, moisture clinging to the strands. 

“3, I think,” She said. “One’s called CoffinFucker, something like that."

“Wow, what a name.” I giggled. 

“I know, right,” She said, laughing too. “The third I’ve never heard of and the main one is Metallica.”

Rhia loved underground bands. She liked seeing them before they blew up, although she still enjoyed going to the Taylor Swift concert with me. I wriggled nervously. 

“D-do I look ok?” I asked her, and she smiled gently at me. 

“You always look cute.” She replied. 

“I feel like I should have dressed a little differently tonight.” I said. 

“Nah, you look cute.” She said. 

I glanced at the line of people in front of us. They were all wearing dark colors and I glanced at my blue dress. The cheerful cherry print felt a little out of place. The line moved forward and Rhia grasped my hand, giggling with joy. I followed her, trying to ignore my anxiety, hoping it would disappear. 

I got carded as we entered and this made Rhia laugh. We made our way into the cramped bar. Posters hung on the walls, advertising various bands. The carpet felt sticky under my sneakers. A guy nearly fell into me and Rhia pulled me along. I kept a tight hold on her arm. 

It felt like the walls were closing in. It was so busy and I felt the breath squeezing in my chest. We got to the bar and I glanced at the stage opposite us. People were setting up and I watched, slightly interested. Rhia tapped me, bringing me back to the present. 

“What did you want to drink?” She asked. 

“Oh, I’ll have a Pepsi, if they have it.” I replied. 

Rhia turned and gave our order to the bar staff. She passed me my Pepsi and we moved a little further from the bar. 

“Ugh, Brianna’s over there.” Rhia hissed. 

I followed her gaze to see the other girl across the way. Brianna was dressed to the nines. I stood a little closer to Rhia, trying to make sure my ex-best friend didn’t see me. It was difficult to avoid her when we went to the same college and had attended the same high school.I risked a peek and noticed that Brianna had seen me. She was whispering something to her friend, pointing at me and giggling. 

I turned back and tried to ignore the prickle of nerves on my skin. I wrapped my cardigan around myself even more and looked at the scuffed carpet. I was suddenly very aware of my own skin and how I looked in my dress. Whereas Rhia had grown to a statuesque 5’9, I’d stopped growing once I hit 5’0. I was curvy, but absolutely hated it. I felt like I was chubby and still carrying puppy fat from my youth. 

“Hey, look at me.” Rhia said, and I raised my head. 

“You look amazing. Don’t let anyone take that from you.” She insisted. 

I toyed with a strand of my mousey hair. I tried to smile and not show that I was panicking. I pressed my thighs together but it made me feel even rounder. We didn’t have to wait long for the first band to arrive on stage. 

CoffinFucker were loud and abrasive. I watched from next to Rhia as their lead singer screeched, or as Rhia called it, death growls. I glanced around nervously. Should I be enjoying this? I clapped when their songs ended whilst Rhia whooped and cheered. 

The next band appeared after them and Rhia declared them as boring, leading me outside for a smoke. We walked past Brianna and I heard her laugh.

“Did you see what the whale is wearing?” She giggled.

I ignored her, focusing on Rhia’s hand in mine as we went outside. I floated next to Rhia, staring around me. I was still nursing my Pepsi, wanting to go home and curl into a ball. We went back in for the remainder of the second band’s set. 

Once they were done, we waited for the final band. Rhia started walking towards the crowd near the stage. She stopped and looked at me. Her gaze was determined. I knew she wanted to get closer to the band. 

“Go, have fun.” I smiled. 

“You should come too. It’ll be fun.” She pouted. 

“I dunno.” I murmured. 

“Please, just a smidge closer.” She said.

“Sure, ok.” I relented. 

I followed her into the crowd of people. We were shoulder to shoulder, like sardines. Rhia moved me so I was in front of her. The sea of people around me, chatted and laughed. A guy appeared on the stage, tapping the microphone a few times. His presence prompted a slight hush in conversation. 

“You fuckers ready to get wild? He screamed into the mic. 

The crowd closed in, roaring with delight. Rhia joined in too and I managed a nervous smile. 

“Get even fuckin’ louder for Metallica.” The guy yelled, and the crowd got even louder. 

The stage lights dropped and I could see movement on the stage. The lights came up and I could finally see. The guy in front of the mic now was tall. His hair was a very fair blond, long. He started playing and the loudness of it made me tremble a little. 

I looked to the left of the stage and noticed another guy, long brown hair, slight mustache, kind of lanky. His guitar looked a little different, must be a bass guitar. I couldn’t see the drummer very well. He was hidden by his kit, but his hair was brown. 

My eyes flicked to the other side of the stage and I noticed the other guitarist. My eyes widened a little. He was tall too, flame red hair grazing his shoulders. I focused on him, watching him. He was shirtless, eyes focused on the guitar. I glanced back at Rhia as she danced along to the music. 

It was loud and aggressive. Metallica were definitely not something I was used to. I attempted to sway along to the abrasive music. My eyes went back to the stage, following the band as they moved across the stage. My eyes kept going back to the red haired guitarist. His eyes shot up suddenly to look at the crowd. 

I watched as he kept playing the guitar, eyes flitting across the crowd, smirking. His gaze passed over Rhia and I thought he might continue looking across the crowd, but his eyes landed on me. I blinked a few times, unable to believe I was making eye contact with such an attractive man. His smirk grew when he noticed me. 

He moved his hand along the neck of the guitar and I realized that he was mimicking something very rude. My entire face went red and I could feel the heat as it went to my ears. His expression was coy. I took a shaky breath, glancing behind me, looking for the girl he was looking at because it couldn’t be me. 

I could see Rhia behind me, but to the right of where I was. Behind her were a bunch of scary looking men, wearing all black, headbanging along to the music. I turned back to the stage and found he was still watching me, gaze smug. He still couldn’t be looking at me, no way. 

Their first song ended and I decided to test to see if he was watching me. He was still watching me, smirk still in place. They started a second song and I pointed to myself. His gaze became amused and he nodded. No way, this couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be looking at me. I tore my eyes away from him, feeling self-conscious. 

The crowd grew louder and people started pushing each other. Rhia had called it moshing. I moved back as much as I could to avoid someone falling onto me. I glanced around, looking for Rhia. She was further back than I would have liked. My attention was on her and I stumbled when a guy came barrelling into me. A cry left my lips, absorbed by the noise. 

I went to the ground and fear lanced through me. It all happened so quickly. The music stopped and I could hear someone asking for people to clear some space. Hands helped me up and I realized it was one of the staff. My cheeks were red and I didn’t dare look at the stage. Rhia appeared,helping me to a bar stool. 

“My God, I’m so sorry,” She said, quickly. “Are you ok, angel cake?”

“Y-yeah, just a bit scared.” I replied. 

I glanced back at the stage and watched from there as Metallica continued their set. Rhia stayed near me, protecting me. Humiliation lanced through me. The guy on stage must have seen that and he must have realized I was a loser. Their set ended and Rhia excused herself to go for a cigarette. I stayed on the bar stool, still feeling bruised and ashamed. 

One of the staff announced that a DJ would be on soon to play songs till the early hours. I glanced around the bar and sighed. I hoped Rhia would be back soon. I noticed some of the bands were still hanging around. Someone cleared their throat and I glanced round. 

He was here. The guy from Metallica. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Had he come to laugh at how I’d fallen over?

“Hope yer ok after yer fall.” He said, voice deep, but melodic. 

“I…um…yeah. S-sorry I interrupted your set.” I said, and he smirked. 

“So, has yer friend left you alone again?” He asked. 

“She went for a cigarette,” I replied, toying with my sleeves. “She must have got talking to someone.”

Knowing Rhia, she’d found a guy to speak to. I glanced back to the guitarist. He was sitting next to me, leaning on his hand, observing me. Up close, I could see his eyes were a striking honey color. His jawline was angular and my eyes went to his lips, full and still wearing a playful smirk. Was he making fun of me?

“So, you don’t look like the sort of girl that goes to dive bars.” He said. 

“I don’t. Not very often, only when Rhia asks me to.” I replied. 

“Do you live around here?” He asked. 

“I live a couple of blocks away, or rather that’s where my dorm is.” I smiled. 

“A college girl. Very classy.” He said, leaning a little closer, making my face burn. 

“Y-yeah, I guess. D-do you go to college?” I asked, and he looked amused. 

“Do I look like the sorta guy that goes to college?” He chuckled. 

“I….um…”I said, and he noticed the panic hedging into my voice. 

“Kiddin’ babe, no I didn’t go to college. I was just teasin’ you.” He said. 

“O-oh ok,” I let slip a giggle and he quirked a brow, clearly liking my laugh, which was a first for me. “Y-you played really good.”

“Glad the cutest girl in the room liked seein’ me play,” He said, and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks again. No, he couldn’t be flirting with me. “Even if she did fall over half way through.”

“Cutest? I dunno about that. There’s a lot of other girls here.” I insisted, he frowned. 

“Yeah, I guess, but none of them look like you.” He said, and I smiled, toying with my sleeves again. 

“I guess. I don’t really fit in here. Are you making fun of me?” I asked, and he frowned again.

I watched as his expression shifted back to that arrogant playfulness that suited him so well. Would he admit it?

“Not makin’ fun of you, college girl.” He said. 

“Well, you can’t be flirting with me.” I insisted.

“Can’t I? Wow, you really are smarter than me.” He said, easy smirk reappearing. 

“O-oh.” I blurted out, clearly feeling very articulate. 

“Now that I’ve sufficiently shocked you, can I buy you a drink?” He asked.

“I don’t wanna be a bother.” I said, softly. 

“Nah, come on college girl, tell me what yer drinkin.’” He smiled. 

“Pepsi.” I murmured. 

I watched him flag down the bar staff and order a Pepsi for me and a beer for himself. He paid and I watched his hands. His fingers were long and slender. He passed me the Pepsi and I covertly watched him drink his beer. I liked the way his head went back a little, revealing his adam’s apple. He lowered the beer, eyes zeroing in on me again. He’d very clearly caught me watching him and I blushed. 

“Yer friend’s takin’ a while.” He said. 

“I might have to go home if she doesn’t come back,” I replied, sadly. “She sometimes does this.”

“Ditches ya for a guy.” He said. 

“Yeah, but I don’t mind.” I insisted, and he took another swig of his beer. 

“Well, it’s a good thing you’ve got me for company.” He replied. 

“T-thank you for sitting with me,” I said, taking a sip of my Pepsi. “I feel really rude, but what’s your name?”

“I was tryin’ to stay mysterious,” He said, and I giggled again. “Name’s Dave.”

I told him my name and he held out his hand. We shook hands and I could feel the calluses on his hand. His hand enveloped mine, dwarfing it. I could feel the sweat building on my hand and I held on for a fraction of a second too long. He noticed and I pulled back, panicking a little. 

I was about to say something when one of his band mates walked over. It was the guy with long, blond hair. 

“Found ya at last, dude,” He said. “Tryin’ to get laid tonight?”

“Fuck off, Hetfield. Yer crampin’ my style.” Dave said. 

Blond guy laughed and disappeared into the crowd. I watched him go. Was that it? Did Dave just want to sleep with me? I glanced at my hands, feeling disappointed. 

“Hey, college girl, don’t look so sad,” Dave said, and he leaned closer, nudging me with his elbow. “I’m not just talkin’ with you in an attempt to get my dick wet.”

“I-it’s ok if you are, but I’m not really that sort of girl. Maybe you should find a prettier girl.” I said, picking a hangnail on my thumb. 

“I feel like I’m talkin’ to the cutest girl here,” He grinned when I looked at him. “Anything else would be a pale imitation.”

“You’re so silly.” I giggled again. 

A loud group of guys moved next to us. Dave glanced at them, annoyance flickered through his amber eyes for a nanosecond, then he looked back at me. 

“We could go somewhere quieter.” He suggested. 

“Y-yeah ok.” I said. 

I watched him stand up. He made getting off a bar stool look easy. I shifted forward, shimmying off the stool, careful not to stumble again. He noticed and he held my hand, helping me down. Once we were both standing, I glanced up at him. He was tall, definitely just over 6’0 and I averted my eyes when he smirked again. 

I followed him through the bar to an area with couches. The couches looked beat up and worn, like they’d been here for decades and had all manner of stuff split on them. I sat down first and Dave sat next to me. He was closer now, arm going over the back of the couch so his hand could graze my shoulder. 

“S-sorry if I was a bit mean earlier,” I said, remembering how I accused him of making fun of me. “I have autism so sometimes I can’t tell if people are being sincere.”

“Hey, it’s ok.” His hand moved closer and he teased his thumb over my shoulder. 

The touch seared me through my cardigan and I grasped the edge of my dress, pulling it down over my knees. I lifted my head to find he was watching me, honey eyes staring into my soul. I wondered how it would feel to kiss him. He seemed to sense what I was thinking and his gaze went to my lips, then flicked back to my face. 

My phone beeped and I dug it out of my bag. Rhia had texted me. She’d found a guy and was going home with him. She apologized profusely. I felt a little disappointed. 

“She ditch ya?” Dave asked, and I glanced round to see he was reading the text over my shoulder. 

“Yeah, guess I should uber home.” I said. 

“Or I could walk ya home,” He replied, and I looked at him, smiling a little. “Lots of creeps out there, college girl.”

“You mean like you.” I giggled. 

“Now that was mean.” He said, and laughed. 

I was happy I hadn’t upset him with my attempt at humor. We left and walked side by side down the street. All the while, I was aware I was bringing a guy back to my dorm. When I unlocked the door, my roommates were still up and having a party. 

“Look who’s back.” Shannon screeched. 

“And she brought a guy home.” Kelly giggled. 

I hastily went to my room with Dave still following me. Once we were inside, I shut the door and sighed. 

“Sorry about them.” I said. 

“It’s fine.” He said, sitting on my bed. 

I glanced around my very girly room, suddenly feeling warm. Dave looked at me and seemed to notice I was keeping my distance.

“I don’t have cooties, ya know.” He said, and I looked at the carpet. 

“I-i know.” I replied. 

“So, come give me some sugar, Sugar.” He grinned, and I giggled at that. 

“You’re so corny.” I said. 

I laid down next to him on the bed and felt my heart rate pick up when he wrapped his arm around me. His other hand came to rest on my hip and I felt my skin prickle with warmth. 

“S-sorry if bringing you back here was misleading,” I said, and he made me jump when he leaned his forehead against mine. “Y-you can go if you want.”

“Still think I’m just here to fuck you.” He said, gently. 

“Rude,” I giggled, and he smirked. “I just didn’t want to waste your time.”

“This isn’t a waste of my time.” He said. 

“O-ok, just dealing with some crippling anxiety,” I said, then giggled when he tickled my side. “Hey Dave, what do you do, like outside of music?”

“Teach guitar mostly.” He replied. 

“That’s really cute. C-could you teach me?” I asked. 

“I could, but it would cost ya.” He replied. 

“Well, obviously I’ll pay.” I said, smiling. 

“Not with money,” He said, looking at me again, then his gaze went to my lips. “I’d only accept payment from you in the form of a kiss.”

I blanched at that and he watched me, gaze gentle as I pondered this. I looked at him to find he was observing me again, eyes honey dark and coy. He really wanted to kiss me? I swallowed and nodded, gently. 

He leaned a little, pressing his lips to mine. The hand on my hip lifted to my face, cradling me. His thumb brushed my cheek, creating little shivers along my cheek. His lips parted and I copied him. I jumped back a little when his tongue slid into my mouth. He pulled back a little, watching me again. 

“S-sorry, I freaked out.” I said, frightened he’d leave. 

“It’s ok, babe. Relax, I’ll be gentle with you.” He murmured. 

I nodded again and he moved back in, reconnecting our lips. My lips parted and his tongue found mine. I tentatively responded to the kiss. Once he felt me respond, he deepened the kiss and my head spun. I lifted my hand, not sure where to put it. 

Dave pulled back, grasping my hand, draping it over his shoulder, then returning to kissing me again. I whimpered into the kiss when he nibbled my lower lip. I pulled back first, needing to breathe. 

“T-that felt nice.” I said. 

“Maybe once I’ve taken you on a date, we could spend more time practisin.’” He said. 

“I-i think I’d like that.” I said. 

I nestled closer to him and closed my eyes. Being this close, I could smell the musk of his cologne and the scent of sweat on his skin. I must have slipped off to sleep at some point. I woke up and looked around to find the bed empty. He’d left and I felt a well of disappointment build up in me. Obviously he’d find someone better than me. 

I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was half ten. I’d slept for ages. I set my phone on my bedside table and my finger brushed something on the table. I glanced down and saw a piece of paper. I picked it up and opened it. My anxiety was replaced by warmth and joy. 

‘Morning babe. Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. Had to go to my sisters to babysit. My number’s at the bottom of the note. Text me so we can sort out that date. Fucking sucked to leave you this morning, Dave’

I entered his number into my phone and typed out a text. He probably wouldn’t respond straight away, if at all, but a few minutes later my phone beeped and I checked it. I smiled at the fact he’d responded.  Last night was made all the better for meeting him. 

[rhiaarrow]

Today's Ramble comes to you in the form of hundreds of hypothetical question trains that have been going through my head since Fit's lore stream.

There's no real structure to this shit since it's just been compiled in a draft over the past few days so it's a real ramble of nonsense!

TWs for; canon typical cannibalism, slightly graphic mentions of injuries (broken bones), corpses, vague suicidal thoughts, brief mentions of dissociation

Y'know the normal shit when discussing qFitMC of 2B2T! (if I missed any relevant TWs let me know 🫠)

This ramble is a longer one just because it's been compiled together but it's all qFit characterisation lore relevant so yeah! Don't worry if you get lost reading it or give up on reading it all. I did that and it's my own ramble!

Reposted because I originally published this at the fucking ass crack of dawn when no one is awake and it got drowned in the tags xD

I am a big fan of the character lore implications of Madagio's first words to qFit;

so all of these question trains lead back to this line here! I love it so much!

(God bless the bald man's storytelling ability. This single line and his cinematic scenes have had me bouncing off the walls for days so without further ado, enjoy the needlessly long ramble.)

When Madagio knocked him into the Cavern of Corpses it took over half his health and with no food to eat he has no way to quickly regen his hearts, to heal.

In the wasteland, in early days, he ate rotten flesh to survive, would he do it again?

Would he be willing to return to the necessary savagery in order to stay alive?

Would he crawl over to the nearest corpse when the hunger got to be too much to deal with without satiation?

Would he give into his survivalist instincts just to avoid death by starvation when it got too close? Would he eat only what he had to in order to survive?

Would eat just enough for the saturation to regen, to heal his injuries from the fall?

OR would he go further, eating until he was full?

Did he miss the taste?

OR would he stop himself entirely and not touch them, remembering his boyfriend's own trauma?

Would he wonder if Pac would be reminded of Cell if Fit did what he felt he had to do?

Would he drive himself to starvation, not touching the corpses, just to prevent his boyfriend from seeing him with that same fear?

Would his newfound emotional attachments overpower his survivalist instincts?

Is he no longer able to commit such an act without thinking of the moral implications?

Did he consider the moral implications back in the early days of the wasteland when it was the only food he had to stay alive?

Is he no longer willing to go to any lengths in order to survive?

Has he truly changed that much over the past year?

Has he lost his edge?

A fall from such a height, that took so many of his hearts, could've easily broken bones.

Did he land on feet first, shattering one or both of his ankles?

Is that why he was holding his legs as he's sat in the Cavern?

Is he unable to move from the spot he landed in?

Can he only crawl across the floor towards the nearest corpse in order to regen and heal the breaks?

OR did he hit his leg on the way down, breaking his lower leg clean in half?

Did he have to set the break himself, biting down on his neckerchief to stop himself from screaming out?

Did he use his only torch as a splint?

Did he rip off strips of his cape in order to hold it in place as it slowly healed while he sat immobilised in the Cavern of Corpses?

OR did he land on his side, breaking his arm?

Was it his good arm or his prosthetic?

Did he break his good arm and have to rely only on his non-dominant (off)hand?

Would he let his arm hang limp at his side while he sat in the Cavern of Corpses?

Or would he fashion his cape into a sling, tearing off strips and using them to stabilize the break?

Did it remind him of back in the wasteland, when he carried his left arm in a similar way before he had to amputate it?

OR did his prosthetic break?

Did it occasionally shock him with its broken wiring since he had no tools to fix it?

Would he remove it entirely to stop the intermittent pain?

Or would that leave him too vulnerable?

Did he fight without his limb in the past?

Did he even use a prosthetic in the wasteland?

Is he too used to wearing it now after his time on the island?

Is he no longer able to adapt as easily to life without the ability to use one of his limbs?

Has he lost his edge?

Fit removed his hearing aids before falling asleep in the radio tower. (those were not noise cancelling headphones. Sorry streamer man your cubito is hard of hearing, I don't make the rules)

Did they get left behind in the radio tower like the rest of his belongings?

Was that why there were static sounds in the background with minimal game sounds, because his own hearing was limited without them?

Could he even hear the logs he came across or did he have to read the transcripts as they played?

Was that why Madagio was able to get the drop on him so easily?

Was he too overwhelmed with his new surroundings and all the information to listen out for the faint sound of cat paws?

He only turned around at the meow, was that all that he was able to hear clearly?

Did he sit in the Cavern where Madagio threw him, cursing himself for becoming too reliant on his mobility aids?

Did he even use hearing aids before Quesadilla Island?

Did he just adapt while in the wasteland, surviving with one of his senses dulled by years of close quarter explosions and head traumas?

Did he even know his hearing was affected?

Or was it so gradual over his years in the wasteland that he had no idea anything was wrong?

Did he have no idea that he was hard of hearing before the age of 30?

Was the world completely deafening when he was first introduced to hearing aids?

Did he adapt to the noise, relearning how to fight, to survive in his day to day when he could hear so much more?

Can he adapt to his disability now that he's without his mobility aids again on Vaccus or is he too out of practice?

He's been wearing them for a whole year on the island, is the world too silent now?

Is he unable to adjust to the sudden lack of detailed audio?

Has he lost his edge?

Fit is gonna be stuck in that Cavern of Corpses for TWO WHOLE WEEKS.

What would he do for 2 weeks alone in a cave with nothing but corpses to keep him company?

Would he just sit there, staring dissociated into the Cavern of Corpses with his arms wrapped around his knees?

Would he notice how low his health and food bars got?

Would he even notice that two weeks passed?

OR would he explore further into the Cavern, his historians curiosity getting the better of him as he analyzes the structures and corpses?

Would he spend his days cataloguing every detail, taking screenshots and storing them in his arm to document them later?

OR would he sit there, lucid and in pain, unable to move with how low his health is?

Would he consider dropping down further into the Cavern, taking fall damage in order to force himself to respawn?

Would he lie on the Cavern floor waiting for the respawn counter to count down as no one came to Res him?

But where would he respawn?

Would it be worse than where he fell?

Does he really want to know?

Would Madagio know where he went if he did respawn?

What if Madagio came back for him and Fit wasn't there?

What if he couldn't go back home to his baby boy and his Brazilian boyfriend?

OR would the solitary start to get to him?

He's been constantly around people for a year now, so much so that when he doesn't see anyone for a single day he suffers from separation anxiety. How would 2 weeks affect him?

Would he start to crack, his separation anxiety manifesting as he can't reach anyone?

Would he try to reach people on his communicator?

Would he send out message after message every single day, desperately praying to anyone that could hear him that at least one reached Quesadilla Island?

He survived for two decades as a nomad in the anarchy wasteland, why can't he survive two weeks in a Cavern?

Has he lost his edge?

I'm completely normal about my cubitos as you can clearly tell 🙃

There's obviously more shit to analyze in that stream but personal characterization lore is MY SHIT! They're just all such great complex characters with such a plethora of traumas I just wanna squish them!

[anyaexe]

with: @rhia-falla​ when: 18th november, mid-afternoon where: outside of rhia’s dorm

one of anya’s most confounding characteristics was their complete inability to pre-announce their intentions to show up somewhere. ‘you know how to work a computer, so why can’t you just text to let me know you’re coming?’ her friends would moan, having heard her firm knock on their door. to some, it was endearing, this persistence on living in the now. to others, it was mostly an inconvenience. like finding a tree had fallen down and blocked your only route home. “let me in, rhi, i know you’re in there.” as the door swings open, anya barges in, dropping a bag onto her bed. “i need to get drunk. i fucked up, and said yes to come to the semi-formal with some girl i barely know - like, i need you to slap me if i ever do this again - and i cannot do that sober. and i need you to help me choose a dress. but the drunk part is the most pressing.”

[lucianavulpe]

Location: The Museum Person: @dcrixn​

It’s been a thing for years, the letters she sent that she hoped made it to him, wherever he was. They had text now, the email, the Google, the phone in her pocket was practically a computer, technology had come so far in terms of correspondence and yet she still just couldn’t bring herself to send him something so impersonal. It was silly, she’d call Rhia all the time if she had the time, but there was just something about it. Maybe, in a strange way, she was in love with her heartache when it came to him, with the past and how things had been.  “I meant to tell you I was coming. And that I’m staying.” Her fingers pick at her cuticles as she steps towards him at the other end of the hall. “Though I’ll admit, I did kind of thought you might work here though. I interviewed to be an educator and it went well, but I haven’t said yes yet. In case it was weird.” She’s well aware she’s kind of rambling, gesturing around them and not quite looking directly at him. Because it’d been years, there were always years between them, and yet for as many as she’d been on God or whoever’s green Earth, he had some of her favorites.  “I didn’t want you to tell me no, I think.” When she does actually look up at him, when they’re maybe six feet apart and standing there amongst the statues and pottery dedicated to Medieval Rome, her voice is soft. He looks good, but he always looks good. There’s a kind of timeless handsomeness to him, if that was even a real word. 

[idaclarke]

@rhia-falla​ where: outside of rhia’s chalet when: late one night

it was a completely clear night, and the moon reflected beautifully on the snow. it felt like a total dream, and ida knew the perfect person to enjoy this sort of mystery with. she’s left a sleeping booker quietly as she slipped out of her room and chalet, coat pulled tightly around her. it wasn’t long until she was outside of rhia’s chalet, sending her a text that she was there while she leaned against the wood paneling on the porch. the blonde took a pull from her vape, blowing the smoke up toward the moon as she admired it. it felt cleansing, the way the night was still so bright, there wasn’t a need for flashlights even. the door creaked over, and ida beamed as rhia exited. “i think we can find some adventure, don’t you?” she teased, taking another rip before shoving her hand and vape into her pocket and tossing her other arm around rhia’s shoulders. “let’s go make our grandmother’s proud and howl at the moon.”