#they share one braincell and this time none of them had it

[mashup-writing]

Scorching Cold; Bela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover):

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"Take me back to you, into your wild heart."

Summary: Bela's iconic outfit isn't suited for all climates, as she finds out by letting her hubris get the best of her.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Resident Lover Masterlist

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After getting her heart back, Bela is finally able to really feel cold. She keeps shuddering even indoors once the colder season hits, Bela does her best to play it off but the shudders do not escape your notice. It was when Bela tried to suppress the reaction to the cold inside her private study room- That she now shares with you- When you decide to suggest an outfit change.

"I think a leather jacket would work with a hooded long sleeve underneath. If you wear a dark toned hoodie, it'd make your eyes and your hair pop!"

Bela scoffs, straightening her back before elegantly running a hand through her hair. "I'd sooner catch a delirium inducing fever than switch out the outfit I'm known for."

You raise an eyebrow at how she's willing to brave the cold just for an outfit before chuckling to yourself in disbelief, shaking your head as you playfully bump shoulders with Bela.

"Don't put your foot in your mouth, pretty girl."

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The next day you wake up with a groan as sunlight shines into your window. The crook in your neck from spending so much time hunched over papers had carried over from the day before. You take a moment to let your mind wake up before checking your phone.

3 texts from Jassmine

10 texts from Angie

1 text from Bela

You go through all of them, answering Jassmine's questions and doing your best to decipher Angie's hammered typing style. The last message had you jumping up from your bed before you could even register the fact that you were in pajamas.

The oldest Dimitrescu is stuck in her apartment. She did infact, catch a delirium inducing fever last night when the temperature dropping significantly lower than normal yesterday.

Daniela wastes no time in tagging along, she was already on the couch drinking a mug of coffee when you throw your door open, offering nothing more than a "Bela's down with a high fever.". The heterochromic Dimitrescu runs and drags you to MJ's dorm building to commandeer her bike before telling you to hop on.

Daniela paddles as fast as she can and you get to her older sister's apartment in what can possibly be counted as record time.

(The roommates currently sharing half a braincell end up throwing themselves onto the curb infront of Bela's apartment when Daniela squeezes the front brakes instead of the rear ones first.)

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The bedridden Dimitrescu sits up in her bed, looking at the pair by her bedroom door. Squinting and sniffling as though trying to discern who the roommates are.

"Oh hello there pretty eyes! Daniela, Hiiiiiiii!"

Bela smiles at you, lovestruck and red eyed and sniffling before every other word she utters before she flops back down on the bed. Groaning with regret when the mattress shakes due to the impact.

Daniela's jaw falls open in shock, arms crossing before her shocked expression turns into a light hearted scowl when stomps her foot in indignation. "Hey! I have pretty eyes too, you know!"

You leave Daniela to watch over her sister, patting her on the shoulder while heading to the kitchen to cook up a pot of chicken soup- It's found to be an easy task, with how Bela keeps her pantry organized. You smile to yourself as a fleeting thought pops up in your head:

It's easy to move around like it's second nature because I know her now.

It takes just as much time as you'd anticipated it to take, even if you moved around the kitchen in a hurry. You come back to the bedroom to find a scene that would've made one hell of a story if only anyone who would listen could even find it in themselves to believe you.

Quite frankly, you doubt that even Angie would believe this story once you get the chance to tell it.

"That's not tissue! Let go! I'll find you some more, I swear!"

"If it's not tissue, then why is it so soft and nice!?"

"It is nice and soft because I take good care of it! Hey stop, that's my favourite jacket- HEY!"

The shock wears off soon enough, allowing you to really take in the scene of Daniela pushing Bela's head away with one hand while using the other to try and pull her beloved jacket out of her older sister's grip. Bela keeps trying to bring the hem of Daniela's jacket to her nose, and Daniela's sweating with effort while looking like she's seriously considering throwing her sister out of the apartment window- If only she could figure out a way to carry the blonde without being treated like a piece of tissue paper first.

You quickly set the tray down on the night stand before Daniela can find a way to act on her thoughts, you jump into the fray. Getting to work on pulling the sisters apart.

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The of you eat chicken soup in silence.

It took a lot of coddling and an infinite amount of forehead kisses to convince Bela to drop the puppy dog eyes and let Daniela's jacket stay untainted. The redhead quietly lamented that she's in warshock after witnessing the normally stoic Bela Dimitrescu beg for you to help her pry the jacket off of her own sister's shoulders.

At that point, Daniela's just thankful to have been saved by you.

Bela's trying her best to look seductive, slowly slurping her soup without breaking eye contact with MC. She sneezes into the soup and Daniela goes from looking weirded out from witnessing Bela's delirious antics, to choking on her own soup because of it. She laughs even as her sides hurt, and she laughs even when Bela chucks a pillow at her sister's head.

You wipe Bela's face clean of soup droplets, valiantly trying to force the laughter bubbling behind your lips only to fail despite your best efforts. Your girlfriend crosses her arms in indignation, and you're almost thankful for the fever because all it takes is a kiss to her cheek for her scowling to cease and be replaced with a lovestruck smile.

Daniela places her own bowl onto the tray before lifting it off the nightstand, replacing it with an unopened tissue box.

"I'll go ahead and wash these up and take my leave. You sure you can handle her, MC?"

A mischievous smile makes its way onto your lips, and you can't find it in yourself to feel sorry for the words that are about to come out of your mouth.

"Better than you and your precious jacket can, Daniela."

The youngest Dimitrescu flips you off over her shoulders before closing the bedroom door. With a shake of your head, you look to Bela who has her arms outstretched towards you. "Now what am I gonna do with you, huh?"

She grins, bright and hazy eyed due to the fever. "You could give me my well deserved cuddles!"

You smile, taking her hands in yours before slipping into bed with her and laying her head down on your chest. In her current state, she deserves to be spoiled- What are you to do but obey when your blonde haired Goddess asks something of you anyways?

The teasing about the chicken soup incident can come tomorrow when the fever breaks and she's back to being fully conscious of the things that are happening. But for now? Small wins are still wins.

"It's a deal sweetheart, but only if you start wearing layers once you're all better."

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Attention all Bela stans: 01-11 has rung the dinner bell. Tonight's course consists of Fluff-infused chicken soup, thank you and enjoy.

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

DUMBASS DUO SHOWDOWN ROUND 1 BATTLE 4

burton guster & shawn spencer (PSYCH) vs Rosencrantz & Guildenstern (Hamlet + Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are dead)

PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT

Gus & Shawn

They’ve been friends canonically since at least 3 years old and at the start of the show they’re I wanna say 30 maybe? And yet these two grown men are THE most chaotic idiots (affectionate) in the whole show (and let’s be real anywhere). The entire show in fact hinges on the idea that they’re dumbasses and WILL get into carat shenanigans. Episode examples include the one where they are investigating an alien abduction, the one where they’re looking for big foot, the vampire one, all of these by the way they hundred percent believe to be true until they themselves unwillingly prove otherwise. And maybe the most dumbass moment of all time, when Gus finds his boss dead and instead of calling the cops he gets his dna ALL OVER THE CRIME SCENE, calls Shane to help clean up and Shawn gets HIS DNA ALL OVER THE CRIME SCENE AS WELL!!!! Truly cannot think of a worse reaction to finding a dead body. They’ve been sucking that single brain cell that exists between them dry for over 3 decades now and they show no signs of stopping.

they are such idiots (affectionate) and they can't live without each other

they are. so stupid. both of them can be smart in their own ways but when you put them together the dumb best friends energy is unmatched. they are platonic soulmates pretending that shawn has psychic powers and solve crimes by dicking around and somehow always coming out alive. they accidentally befriend the criminals they’re supposed to be investigating constantly. they’re always one step away from being fired or arrested bc of their dumbassery

the entire show is literally shawn pretending to be a psychic (�� dumbass behavior) and gus aiding and abetting him and actively a dumbass as well

If you have seen even a single episode of this show, you know these two fools are the best duo ever. Constantly bantering theough 80s movie references and animal like noises, most often above a dead body, these two bring unique different dummy energy that both brings each other up and builds up their own skills along the way. I will love these two men until the day I die and they deserve an honest chance to be the best dumbass duo of all time!

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern

They have no clue what’s going on and keep trying to figure it out but they keep missing the clues. Rosencrantz keeps echoing Guildenstern (He’s only good in support). They completely miss that they are characters in a tragedy and doomed by the narrative

The OG dumbass duo. Like....these two share one braincel and usually Guildenstern holds it but that makes them none the cleverer.

they literally had a second play written by another person that expanded upon their dumbassery

so like first of all they are one unit. second of all they have silly recorder-related shenaningans. third of all they're doomed by the narrative but they're silly enough to make being doomed by the narrative fun and entertaining

[compressedrage]

*barges in* Your Hollow Head Siblings hc's, hand 'em over!!!! 🔫

(But fr, gotta love your thoughs, they're neat and scratch my brain juuuust right!!!)

YOU HAVE OPENED THE FLOOD GATES MY ANONYMOUS FRIEND

Keep in mind I am very tired rn so this will likely be very unpolished okay here we go–

The order of age goes Victim Chosen Dark Orange, we all know this, but I think for a long time Dark thought he and Chosen were a lot closer in age than they actually were. Chosen had to warm up to telling Dark about all the horrible things he went through, and that included the fact that he was alone for four years. (it's four years right? it might be five. I can't be bothered to look it up rn, its fine)

In between the Showdown and Wanted Orange is starting to think of Chosen as an older brother. He connected the dots to figure out that Chosen was also made by Alan and he saved them! He's so cool! This idea was only a little bit shattered when this older brother figure barged into the PC and kidnapped him and promptly got them both captured. But honestly what are older siblings for.

In canon Chosen does not let himself feel emotions enough for him to see Orange as a little brother, but the connection is there. He'll come around :)

SPEAKING OF CONNECTIONS– I recently had this idea that the Hollowheads had some sort of empathy-telepathy with each other. For example, one normal day out in the Outernet Chosen feels the exact moment Orange was created. He doesn't know what that feeling meant, and he never felt it again. Orange felt drawn to this new stick figure who saved their lives, and immediately follows him through the portal. Chosen felt something snap in his chest the moment Dark died. Orange and Victim lock eyes for a moment in the Box and feel something click. None of them talk about it, but it's there.

(that last one might qualify as an AU, who knows maybe I'll do something with it)

This one is more of a wish than a headcanon– Chosen takes Orange under his wing at some point, teaching him how to use his powers as best he can. However, since Orange's powers are rather different from Chosen's, it just results in a chaotic sparring session and setting a field on fire. The CG are not amused by the amount of bruises Orange gets, but Orange is having an absolute blast.

Orange is Chosen's "Second Coming"– surely that comes with consequences. I saw a hc where they shared portions of code and I liked that; something like Orange and Chosen have similar tastes in foods. Their eyes shine the same way when they smile. Sometimes they accidentally speak in unison because they each had the exact same thought. When stuff gets serious, they both narrow their eyes and make an expression that promises pain on their enemies.

Dark would be the best big brother and let me tell you why. Orange is often left with the Braincell of the CG. Have you seen how stressed this boy gets. He gets premonitions of his friends getting hurt. Dark allows him to mess around a bit more, in a "We might get in trouble, isn't that fun!!" kind of way. Orange has always had a chaotic streak, it just takes certain circumstances for him to tap into it. They would be able to get Red back for his pranking.

Orange would teach Chosen and Dark all about modern video games. They know video games, sure, they destroyed Angry Birds. But I think playing Minecraft would solve both of their problems. At least a lot of them.

I don't have many headcanons for Victim, I just haven't seen enough of him to get a solid enough foundation to make headcanons, but as an oldest child I can relate to him on a spiritual level. He may be gray now but with those three as younger siblings he's gonna get a whole lot grayer.

Gosh I love them so much, a house with all four Hollowheads would be the most chaotic house ever. Victim– the eldest with an actual job, no nonsense, the less-than-respected Holder of the Braincell. Since he is out of the house a lot because of Job, the responsibility falls to Chosen– older middle child, delinquent, failure of a cook and the only one Dark will listen to. Speaking of Dark– younger middle child, Chaos Incarnate, fellow delinquent and Escape Artist Extraordinaire, he is a terrible influence on the youngest– Orange. Orange is the black sheep of the family in that he is actually rather emotionally stable. He's in school, has friends, hobbies– his brothers just a bit jealous but supportive anyway. He also helps Dark prank the others; he's got great aim with water balloon catapults.

I cannot impress upon you enough how much they love each other. Their lives have been filled with isolation, suffering, rejection– but now they've found family in likewise people. None of them are alone anymore. Sure, Orange wasn't really alone to begin with, but surely he noticed how different he was from RYGB. He's not replacing them, not for a million dollars, but it is nice to have brothers who are similar to you.

[monnn]

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

Pairing: non-idol!Joshua x gn!reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! comfort, fluff, wholesome @_@'

Warnings: none, this is very SAPPY.

WC: 800+

A/N: hi I'm alive, oop. this is originally an epilogue to Winter Petal but can be read as a standalone! I'd be lying if this wasn't highly self-indulgent, but hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did! Hope you have a good week and have fun reading loves! ♡

Joshua had been living with you for a few years now. He had seen you at your worst, holding you with no plans of letting you go, but also patiently waited until you were okay to ask for a date. Although you were stunned at his bold approach, a date was all it took for you to see through him. He was in love, with you. And who were you to deny him of receiving love he deserves? 

So here you were, in a relationship with Shua, living life at a day’s pace. Waking up to him and sleeping with him had been the best times of your days, as you get to be so close and accessible to his heart. It was one of your unspoken routines to brief about the day, after and before going to bed. And just like any other day, you were getting ready for bed while Shua wrapped up things in the kitchen. Like there was a braincell being shared, both of you enter the room, smiling at each other while getting under the comforters. While he already got tucked in with a book, you were making sure to moisturise your skin and letting it dry before tucking yourself in. Unknown to you, Shua had been observing your actions – from how you got the cream, to the way you gently massaged them into your arms while making sure to leave no spots and flapping your arms for the lotion to dry away faster and to the saturated smile on your face while doing all of these. Shua finds his mind reeling and he’s suddenly so extremely proud of how far you’ve come.  

Having your heart broken by your best friend, things had been quite hard but you had taken your time to heal and Joshua had been nothing than patient with you. However, you were made sure to acknowledge your efforts which was his task daily as you tend to shrug your hard work away as nothing. Joshua’s seen all of it, almost. His heart swells at the sight of you and by the time you turn around, tears pool in his eyes, making him look away. Concern takes over you as you barely see Shua cry, because he always talks if anything’s bothering him. You move further towards him, taking his hands as he looks up to you, tears still streaming down his pretty face. 

“Hey, I'm here. Whatever it is, you'll be okay. Everything will be okay, I’ve got you” 

Hearing this makes Shua cry harder, now a sobbing mess in your arms as he presses himself further into your shoulder. Soft I love you’s escape from him, in between his sobs while you hold him dearly. Just like he's held you, so many times that you can't count of. You're so patient and gentle with him, all Shua wants to do is lose identity and leave to somewhere where he can be by your side all the damn time, for the rest of his life.  

A while passes by as Joshua collects himself, breaking away from your hold while reaching for the glass of water by his side. You see him chug it down, while worrying if something’s up. He turns to you, hands moving to hold your face while he slowly brings his forehead to yours.  

“I’m not sorry that I cried so much and wet your pajamas, but I love you. And I will make sure you know that, each minute of my life.“ he pauses, trying to collect his breath while you think of speaking.  

“Shua, I love you too. I'm always by you no matter-“he cuts you off, placing a little kiss on your mouth.  

“No, I'm not done yet.”  

Oh no, Mr. Sappy, Too-in-love Gentleman is here. 

Leaning forward, he takes a deep breath before getting started again.  

“You are so much. Good, bad or whatever, you are so much and I love you for that. You care so much about people around that you forget to care for yourself. But that's okay, because I will do that for you till my last breath.” 

Uh oh, the dams break loose again. Wiping his tears in one, he continues as he holds your face in the other.  

“I'm so proud of how far you've come. You're so much stronger than you think of and I love you so much that it makes me bawl my heart out. You deserve so much more and while I make sure of you receiving that, I will also love you to my fullest, babe. I love you” *hiccup* “so much.” he ends, crying through his hiccups.  

You heart is warm and humid at how much love you have for him, it’s disgusting!!!(actually, adorable) At a loss for anything to be told, you just hug Shua tighter than ever, leaving feather kisses on his knuckles and shoulders while waiting for him to calm down.  

In no time, he’s well hydrated and fast asleep, tired from all the crying as you tuck him in, slowly sliding in while he catches your wrist. You can hear a faint I love you from him, as you lie down facing him. He’s so pretty and your heart burns in love for him. 

“I love you too, Shua. Always.” you whisper, drifting off to start yet another loving day with your best person. 

[pink-november]

hey are you still doing the character ask game? because i would like to know your thoughts on the voice of the skeptic

i hope you're referring to this ask game or this is going to be really embarrassing /j

anyways, one voice of the skeptic coming right up!

First impression

Ugh, I don't remember if I saw him during the Eye of the Needle or during Den first but I do know I did Prisoner last during my gameplay. He didn't make that much of an impression on me at first, mostly because I went "Oh, he's the logical one. Got the big brother vibes. Neat. 6/10"

Impression now

Oh. He's heart-stopping. Literally. Wow, he's the only voice who did that to us because he wants the best for us and knows that the endless void The Narrator promised us is utter bullshit. He's such a calming presence to someone like Hunted in Den and would take on Stubborn's recklessness and guide that energy to something that can benefit them. He holds the braincell during The Prisoner and I love how he calmly handles the situation there and how much The Drowned Grey frazzled him out so badly. And now with the Pristine Cut looming in the corner, I'm so excited for what horrors Skeptic is gonna face with Prisoner's new Chapter III and his potential dynamics with the other Voices.

Favorite moment

The wink. Wink. This absolute goofball. He literally got that straight face while telling someone a funny joke. Just like me fr. Also love how he goes, "None of this is working! Think. Think!" in Razor cuz my man, you cannot possible hope to reason or outhink your way out of this absolutely normal princess. She skewers you.

Ah, but we can't forget his line in Moment of Clarity, "Can we love something that hates us? Can we love something that hurts us?" It hurts my heart so much to hear him say that ough TwT literally best line in the entire Moment of Clarity. There's just something about this question that makes me itch. Like it's on brand for him to sound skeptical and prod at Smitten's statement before this but I feel like there's some sort of a desperate hope to it too, like he wants to trust and love someone like the princess but had been broken down too much to even attempt trying at this point. And oof, this is gonna go to headcanon territory so I'll stop.

Idea for a story

Since the game hadn't explored much of Skeptic and Smitten's dynamic at this point (Pristine Cut prove me wrong), I think a simple story about them just talking out their feelings and perspectives on the Princess is something I want to do at some point. They're literally parallels in-game, two sides of the same coin, trust and skepticism is very prevalent in their routes, and even their Princess share the same Chapter Three (and Cold)! I want to write something that both questions their nature but at the same time proves them right about their relationships with the Princess and with each other.

Unpopular Opinion

I... don't think I've seen an unpopular opinion about Skeptic tbh... which is good I suppose 😅 (nor do I have one that might be considered unpopular)

Favorite relationship

Oh, definitely Opportunist. Or Contrarian. Either put Skeptic into a wringer trying to decipher and remove Opportunist's many masks or put him in a state of absolute befuddlement trying to understand Contrarian's cartoon logic. It sounds fun. Oh wait even better. He has two hands, he can hold both Oppy and Contra. Too bad he's the one being stringed alongside their shenanigans.

Also... guts trio. What can I say? You gotta love Skeptic and Stubborn and Hunted whenever they're together <333

Favorite headcanon

He's as much as a romantic as Smitten. Just goes about it logically. If there's one thing he never doubts, it's his feelings. He's loyal and his trust is one of the most precious thing you can receive because he will unfailingly stick by you no matter the odds or dangers. He can be a bit of a mess when things go unexpectedly and he might have a hard time navigating when his emotions overrides his reasoning and he might get decision paralysis when he knows he's not thinking clearly and can't bear the results of whatever choice he'll make because of it. He doesn't quite repress himself but it's more like he won't act upon them unless he's absolute certain he covered all his bases and knows all the possible causes to the effects he's feeling.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for treating some people they way they treated me?

Sorry for bringing twitter drama and for the long ask.

I'm autistic-ADHD and have some past traumas regarding friendships, it's difficult for me to understand some "normal" things as I've been told. Normal things like not replying to a friend for weeks or months, not interacting unless they need something, keeping mutuals despite never interacting etc go over my head. These are all traits of "adult friendship" according to some and we're raised differently I suppose. I'm not talking about forgetting to reply or being busy, I'm also a busy adult and I forget to reply too so please don't feel defensive about that.

I have some mutuals who do all that I mentioned above, but there are 2 people who go Out Of Their Way to not interact with me. They'd go directly to posts I share to retweet, they'd ignore my messages, my own tweets, my replies to them, my replies to Their Questions under My Tweets, any qrt to their tweets.. just all of it, as if they have me blocked.

This had been happening long before For you page became a thing, years of this and no I wasn't shadowbanned my other mutuals interacted just fine. I was probably muted, but they'd share posts that I know wouldn't be on their tl unless they saw me share, trust me on this.

I didn't realize people did this "cool moot" thing until I saw others on twitter talking about how some popular or wannabe popular accounts do this so that You don't feel too important, so you know it's all casual, so that their rare interactions are treasured.

Let's say we 3 had X fandom in common.

These two mutuals, one was new and really invested in X fandom before we met. She barged into my life and said "We Have to be friends!" weeks before she started ignoring me.

The other one, from my country, had been mutual for over a year, and we shared a bunch of fandoms before X came to existence. So we had good reasons to get closer as friends, there was no reason to not respond to me sending normal fanarts and meta stuff, yet xe acted like I was invisible. No indication that my once or twice a week messages, gradually decreasing, were making xem uncomfortable.

What hurt most is how xe'd be all "my mutuals are my besties", "only 10 people from this country's X fandom has braincells and we're always screaming in group chat". Meaning I wasn't even remembered let alone be in xer group.

With xem I felt like I was just there so xe could keep a "trusted" fellow fan in xeir list, as in 'have similar taste, live in the same country, and isn't a bigot'. I've had other mutuals tell me that they did this, keep "trusted" accounts as mutuals, in those cases I didn't mind because of course I wanted the same and we actually talk to each other.

After I figured out I got upset and appalled. I muted the 2 for some time, if I needed to I went and shared posts they retweeted from source without interacting with them. Nobody messaged each other. If you mute on twitter you still get notification for likes, replies etc and I got none from them in that time. After a couple months I quietly softblocked them.

The older mutual tried to follow again because xe thought it was a glitch but I locked xem out. This is the reason I feel a little bad, but xe could have interacted in the whole year we were in X fandom together.

So this is how I lost two mutuals, was I an ass for the months I treated them like that? I doubt they noticed either way.

What are these acronyms?

[siblingspremiumfreetrial]

TEST STORY; NOT CANON (yet :3c)

CW: BRIEF + VERY VAGUE REFERENCE TO (PAST) ABUSE

From the very start of it, she was… For a lack of a better word, she was a straight-up asshole to him.

Upon finding out that she had to tag along for the rest of their journey around Paradise, he’d grumbled so many complaints. Asking why she had to come with, why couldn’t they have just turned around and dropped her back off at the small square town when they had the chance, why she was so damn bitter towards him and specifically him.

She had the same thoughts, it’d seemed. But still a lot different. After all– he wasn’t the one that was thrown to the side, and replaced last-minute.

Which… When he’d first realized, and actually thought about it, his struggle to even just blink open his eyes back in the Tree now made a lot of sense to him. And also, why he was so damn small. (Though, the latter really didn’t matter anymore.)

It was all a little confusing to him at first. Why was she so bitchy??? What’d he even do??? It wasn’t his fault that she was replaced!

But… After everything ended, his singular empathy braincell had decided to start working for once. Quick sidenote, though: It still barely ever works.

He began to understand. He understood why she was so angry towards him. Why she picked on him so much. Why she hated him with every single ounce of her being.

He understood– but he didn’t know.

He never could. Even if he tried.

He’d never know the feeling of being shunned for almost four whole years by the very person you were supposed to trust the most in life. Or the feeling of having to hide yourself away, due to feeling so, so unbelievably guilty because of your own Treesdamned existence.

None of it.

Despite understanding all of it, though, it didn’t make her words hurt any less.

He knew that his own words, lured out by purposely-induced frustration, also hurt.

He almost felt bad.

Upon the time for her to finally reach her full potential, he… To be honest?

He was dreading that day.

Now his only competition in terms of height, he couldn’t hold her back with a single hand to her forehead.

He actually had to fight.

And damn, that hurt as well. In more than one way, now.

Countless times he’d headed home after an argument-turned-scuffle, bearing a collection of some sort of minor injury. She’d end up doing the same, every time he’d done so himself.

Everything hurt some days. Sometimes he’d refused to go out at all, in fear of another fight.

But then? It all came to a stop.

One single apology.

That very day, he’d stared at her, appalled. He hadn’t been completely sure if this was a dream or not.

It wasn’t.

Though, upon realizing that it was real– then came the other question:

Was it really sincere?

He’d laid in bed night after night after that day, wide awake. Thinking. At some point, the people he knew had started to think he’d developed some sort of insomnia.

The genuinity in her words had seemed… Actually genuine.

He’d decided to ask her, after so long… That interaction had ended in a crying session shared between them both, for two different reasons. Him? Relief. Her? Guilt.

Forgiveness was given that night.

But, even with an apology, he’d never forgotten. Words do hurt, even after they’d been made up for.

Whoever made up that ‘sticks and stones’ bullshit should be euthanized or something.

At first, it’d been quite a surprise to everyone to see the two of them in a room together, not bickering for once. Many had thought it was a dream upon witnessing it. …Ironic.

After every insult snarled out, every bite, every kick– the expectations of a fight are slowly fading now, but… He’s become desensitized to it anyway. Though, he knows she’s been the same, but for much, much longer than him. And for a completely different reason.

And, the funny thing?

They’re actually starting to get along.

It isn’t by a lot, however– they won’t intentionally seek each other out to chat. But, if they just so happen to fall into a conversation… Then, so be it. Any company is good company.

…That’s a lie, actually, scratch that whole sentence.

He’s rambled to her about his projects. Trees know how many times; he’s pretty sure she’d probably be able to make a simple electric circuit without any help whatsoever because of him.

He isn’t sure what she’s really interested in, though, to be completely honest– she’s never spoken to him about her personal interests, really only just… Listening to his.

He’s also noticed a change in her demeanor. Specifically around yellow triangles like himself.

She’s more… Friendly. but in a way that makes you think that she’s forcing herself to do it.

He can tell she’s trying to make progress– and he appreciates that.

But he’s not entirely sure if the method’s completely healthy, but, hell, what does he know about healthy emotional shit? It might be. It might not. He doesn’t really know!

And, over time, he’s realized just how much they have in common:

Monster caretaker,

really antisocial,

awkward when it comes to strangers,

refused to mature at first,

can not cook for the life of them, and shouldn’t be trusted to cook in the first place…

So much more.

So, so much more.

Maybe everyone else was right when they said that they really could be friends, if they’d just put aside their differences.

…

He’s gotta teach her how to take apart a microwave and make a flash grenade out of it someday.

[wraith-caller]

WIP Wednesday

@tallmatcha kindly tagged me. @no-braincells-inc @nullcanary @fenharael @scrawnytreedemon and anyone else on here who may have a WIP they wanna share :)

here is something from my singular attempt at a more light hearted fic.

“Would you like to tell me why you felt the need to break Head Preceptor Callium’s nose just outside my class where all of my students could see it?” Rogier was truly at a loss. D had been many things, but rash wasn’t typically one of them. Perhaps he could stand to be a bit more thoughtful or nuanced sometimes, but he’d never been prone to such violent outbursts before.

Maybe things had changed in the years they’d been apart. Well, of course they’d changed. Change was the only constant, after all. Evidence of that was glowering at him from behind a featureless golden mask made to appear as if it were peering out from the gaping maw of a lion. Silver and gold replaced by the red and gold of the New Order. “I found him disagreeable,” D answered.

Rogier waited for elaboration. None came. He pressed his lips together and kept his face passive enough, even if he wanted to shout at this idiot for the scene he’d caused. Half a lecture wasted quelling the wounded pride (and face) of one ex-lover, wrangling the stoic fury of the other. He almost wished Radahn had never given up his stranglehold on the stars so that fate would stop fucking with him. Of all the preceptors for D to run into in the hour or two he was here!

Maybe it was a tad self-involved to assume that he had been the reason for D punching the other man in the face, but with so little data, Rogier could hardly begin to extrapolate. The only point of commonality between the two was himself, but how likely was it that they’d spoken of him in such a brief space of time?

He changed tactics, hoping to put D at ease and draw something approaching an explanation out. He’d have to give it to the provost before long anyway. Callium would surely twist this into being his fault somehow, after all, and he would need to be prepared with a defense.

With his most condescending smile, he eyed the red feathery thing on D’s helm. “Nice plume, by the by.”

D was still rigid, and had not taken more than two steps into the room. “So I have been told.”

Rogier let the smile soften up, something more friendly. “The students have been tracking your company’s progress since you left Leyndell. They’re thrilled to see Knights of the Order in person. You could be very popular here, you know.”

Nothing for a moment. Then, “We don’t need to speak.”

Why be precise when you can just obliterate everything at once? Such was D, Hunter of Tact, quarry ever out of reach. Rogier kept the smile but what had he been expecting? That D would see him and change his mind about everything? Sit down for a friendly chat over tea? Maybe even sweep him in close and touch his cheek tenderly like he used to? By every star in the sky, he was delusional. It’d been five years! Why couldn’t he let this damned thing die? “That makes for a very boring wait, and you’re the one who disrupted my class and caused me to have to endure it. So, you will have to deal with some discomfort of your own.” Rogier dropped into his chair and sank low, legs splayed like a child having a minor fit. The toes of his boots were peeking out the other side of the desk.

D said nothing still, and stood at attention like a soldier waiting for an order from his superior. He looked imbalanced and strange without the bust at his chest. Rogier tilted his head and let his eyes wander around his office. This was becoming painful. Had been painful for years, really. He drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair, and tried again. “How do you find Leyndell?” he asked, eyes on the ceiling.

“Pleasant.”

Had he ever had a single conversation with this man? Ever?

But that was just it, he supposed. He’d had far too many. The well was dry but he kept stubbornly sending a bucket down expecting to get anything back but bones and dust. Knowing this, he threw the bucket again anyway, because he had never been good at knowing when to quit. “How is Devin?”

“Why do you continue to speak?” D asked before Rogier even finished the question.

“It is entirely normal to make conversation-”

“I don’t want to talk with you,” D reiterated.

“You punched. The Head Preceptor. Of my house. In the face,” Rogier said like he was speaking to an idiot. Because he was! What’d D think would happen if he did something like that in Raya Lucaria? That he’d just continue on his merry way without having a little talk about it first? Rogier shoved himself to his feet and closed most of the distance between them, leaving D at arms’ length. From here he could see the pale eyes behind the mask and they were as angry as they had always looked. He could imaginethe scowl that was permanently carved on D’s mouth, as if everything he beheld was an affront to him, personally. “Do you have so little to say for yourself, Knight of the New Order, for surely this conduct does not reflect highly on your station?”

“Do you so enjoy lecturing you do it in your leisure time, too?” D muttered.

“Oh, leisure, you say? You think I enjoy this?”

“The way cats enjoy mice.”

“I had no intention of making this any more difficult than it needed to be-”

“Stop bloody lying for half a second of your miserable life,” D snapped.

Rogier clenched his teeth. “I am not lying. You aren’t worth the effort it takes.”

D’s eyes were furious. But he spat, “He’s sullying your name to strangers.”

The dizzying pace of their conversation suddenly ground to a halt. Rogier’s mind was reeling from the whiplash and he squinted at D in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“The man I punched,” D said. “He implied-” D stopped and shifted his weight but kept his shoulders squared and his head high. “Unsavory behavior. On your part. To get where you are.”

Rogier stared at him, and was it suddenly quite warm in here? Was the world on fire, actually? Why was his face so hot? And oh but he was a wretch, truly pathetic, that someone defending him set his heart aflutter like a dying autumn leaf tossed to the uncaring breeze. It wasn’t that he was so incapable and helpless. He was born to nobility, of course he was used to politicking. And of course an academic life must be drenched in those politics he so despised. And of course he managed to tangle himself in them in the most foolhardy manner possible by spurning the head of his department. The idea of the faculty knowing anything about his personal life had mortified him to begin with, but he should have considered that before sleeping with and then violently severing all ties with his bloody boss.

But impulse control was something D had always had an iron grip on and Rogier could never grasp. So when he surged forward and shoved up that golden mask to capture the mouth behind it with his own, D was likely too startled to know what to do. And it was terribly immature, and brash, and stupid, and everything that Rogier did wrong on a regular basis yet somehow never learned from. D’s mouth was soft and warm and responsive, even if the rest of him was less so, still too stunned to react. This was senseless, a dog chasing its tail, a child babbling incoherently, moths chasing flames instead of moonlight, it was-

A knock at the door and the provost announced his arrival. Rogier drew away sharply and D was staring at him in shock, expression not unlike those of his students who panicked when called upon precisely because Rogier knew they had not been listening. It didn’t matter in the end. D would leave on his assignment, and Rogier would remain here at the Academy, and they could go back to studiously forgetting that the other one even existed. With that in mind, he allowed himself to admit, “I did lie.” He pulled D’s mask back down over his stunned face and held it by the chin. “I hate your plume.”

He turned to the door and set his features back to something pleasant and agreeable, but also adequately chastened and humbled, since the provost was bound to be terribly irritated that he even needed to have this meeting. Rogier greeted him with utmost professionalism as he opened the door to allow the venerable old man inside. His expression was distinctly displeased and he nodded a curt greeting as he swept in.

“I’ll make this brief,” the provost said, not even deigning to take a seat. D stood rigid and tense. “Your conduct with Head Preceptor Callium was most unbecoming, and it is only the seal of the Elden Lord upon your missive which has kept me from having you thrown from the Academy gates by a pair of knights.”

D bit out a quick apology, perfunctory and meaningless.

The old man sighed dismissively. “Fortunately, Callium’s nose will mend, but I am afraid lost trust takes a bit more time, which is not anything you have the luxury of since he was to set out for Leyndell with the others in a week’s time. I am sure your superiors will be thrilled to learn that, and so I’ll leave the reprimands to their capable hands, as my time is too precious for that. Our arrangement called for ten spellblades, and you have, whether knowingly or not, eliminated one of them from service by your own hand and so I have had to call for another.”

Oh. That certainly complicated this situation. D was going to have this unlucky sod as a living reminder of his brash and uncharacteristic behavior, which was likely to result in a black mark on his record upon his return to the Capital. Rogier pitied whatever fool they’d send in Callium’s place.

“Preceptor Rogier, I’m sending you in Callium’s place. Your courses will be divided among the faculty, so don’t worry over that.” Oh yes. That’s what he was worried about, wasn’t it? The lectures and poorly written essays he’d miss out on grading, not the dragon-sized elephant in the room that his miraculously stupid mouth kissed back into being. “You may wish to consult with each other about what preparations you ought to be making for this assignment. But do remember you are a representative of an esteemed Academy...not some ruffian out for a game of fisticuffs.” The last was aimed at D, who was undoubtedly as blindsided as Rogier and so totally oblivious.

Rogier smiled and graciously accepted the provost’s decision, all the while screaming internally and damning the stars for drawing the path of greatest resistance through the heavens the day he was born.

[marinerainbow]

I know that the fandom isn't big, but after rewatching the movie, I have something to share with the... 5 people who like this movie XD

Happily N'Ever After Headcannons

Actually, considering how little lore we have for this world, I guess this is more of a 'if I directed the movie' post? Or me just projecting my love for hidden lore onto this movie? XD

Alright, let's get the biggest plothole out of the way; how come some characters seem to know what's going on (Rick, possibly the prince), while others don't (Frieda, Cinderella, etc)? Well, I think that since the Wizard lives above the castle, I'm guessing that the royal family, and those connected to them like the servants, know that their fates are intertwined with Fairytales and scales, and that these stories have played out over and over again. Some know more than others, but still.

The royalty of Cinderella's story, in particular, knows most I think. The royal portrait we see the bad guys throwing swords at shows the prince flanked by who I'm guessing are his parents. And it looks like they are passing onto him the same instruction manual that he's practically glued to. When you connect this to how... Dead eyed the other royals are (Rapunzel in particular. Did anybody notice how she's just... Staring off into space all the time? Only showing emotion when her prince shows up?), my guess is that since these stories have played out so many times, some of the characters have basically become brain dead- or are on auto pilot at best- and the King and Queen saw this in their son, and tried to make it easier for him to stay on track. Even though they knew that the wizard would ensure he married his Cinderella.

We don't see much of the bad guys in this movie. However, since that one troll said "I've never seen that before!" When Frieda summoned her beacon, I'm guessing the majority of them are aware of the rules of Fairytale Land. Or at least that they keep finding themselves repeating history. Since these villains can get gruesome ends (especially since these seem to be Grimms Fairytales. If you know, you know 💀), my guess is that their endings make it really stick with them. And maybe since they aren't dead eyed, they're the ones constantly trying to change their endings (being more aggressive, trying new tactics, etc), but since they couldn't temper with the scales like Frieda, none of them were successful before.

So tldr; the royals know what's going on because they're neighbors with the wizard, the majority of Fairytale Land is suffering from numb braincells since their lives are being carried out for them, and the villains are trying to fight the scales that are literally tipped against them. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's move onto other aspects of the movie.

I know the wizard barely has 2 minutes if screen time, but I like to think he's one of the Grimm Brothers. I mean, it's right there! No Fairytale Flip Media is complete without utilizing the Brothers Grimm being the guys in charge. But if that's the case, where's the other brother? I think he might be on our side of the world. Maybe The Wizard was meeting his brother in Scotland? Maybe his brother is making sure that the Fairytales are still loved- and in turn, alive- by us? That's what I'm thinking.

That could explain how Fairytale Land has some modern influence/technology. The Dwarves' defenses and the witches' motorcycle-esque brooms, for instance. The second brother brought some technology from our world to Fairytale Land at some point, and The Wizard just had to make it roll with the stories... Which shouldn't be too far fetched considering he was completely cool with Ella staying with Rick in the end (assuming he didn't reset her story as usual).

It is hard to say for sure whether everyone is immortal, or the stories are passed down onto the next generation. However, I'm thinking that, as long as your story doesn't end with your death, you won't die (I mean, Jack survived being squashed into a pancake. I know this is a kids movie, but I need to make lore here-). And if you do die, you are ressurected for the sake of the story repeating itself.

The Wizard does have other assistants outside of Munk and Mambo. The Fairy Godmother is one of them. However, since she gets Cinderella confused with Pinocchio at first, I'm thinking maybe she's in charge of all the 'magic fairy' roles in the stories. As such, she's kind of... Got her mind wrapped around other stuff 😅 not to mention she's pretty old. Overworked, probably as old as Fairytale Land itself, is it any wonder she spends her downtime singing and dancing with mice?

There aren't much, but these are all I got so far about the world itself rather than the individual characters. I hope you guys like these! (And for those who love them just as much as I do, don't worry. I'm gonna make a HC set for the three big Bad wolves too. They were the highlight of the film next to Frieda)

[julymarte]

Friendship

(you can find this pic without the walltext in the #meme redraw tag in my blog)

So the other day i made THIS post so i thought i'd share more information about their relationship

Taru might end up a lil in the shadow of her more popular friends but she really is the glue that keeps them together somehow, starting from the beginning...Taru and the twins pretty much grew up together they are more than just childhood friends they are almost relatives you know when you call the parents of your childhood friends uncle and aunt even if you are no way related? That thing. they are pretty much cousins- when they were children they were almost inseparable they almost spent more time together than with their siblings ( both the twins and taru have younger sisters, they also have a close bond). growing up the friendship with Nakir grew more than the one with Uri, they are still very good friends but other than gossiping and having some walks and chit chat around the market they don't do much else, with nakir instead they share the same 1 braincell if there's something dumb or risky be sure that they will team together and do it anyway for the thrill of it. Both Nakir and Taru did feel pretty sad when they had to be separated for 8 long years when she enrolled the Red Moon Academy(might do a post about the whole merc system one day let me know if you'd like to see it) and they most likely made other friends Nakir out and Taru inside of it but none as meaningful as what they have so upon their reunion it was an immediate decision to become teammates and work on missions and assignments together.

As for Pravaal...Him and Taru met for a very short time before she entered the academy but we need a little context here, mercenaries in the kingdom of moon are actually a lil bit different from what one may imagine while thinking about a regular merc, some of them have gathered quite the fortune and gained a title on par as nobility ... some are more on the fancy snob side others more on the military side...Taru's family on the part of her mother is one of them(on the military side), Pravaal is a noble sure but he has technically no ties with mercenaries aside from his runaway father most likely being one BUT a couple of merc nobility with ties with the academy offered to give him shelter after he reached out for help from the academy after fleeing from home when just a kid so, for a couple of years, they were eachother's only friendly face at those booooring adult meetings.Taru's sister seemed to enjoy them while both Taru and Pravaal used to spend their time making fun of the snobby rich elders and finding ways to prank them, he would be pretty shy about it back then but she wouldn't hesitate to take the lead on the mischief... they met again when she graduated and to her surprise he and Nakir knew eachother too cause they had been training together for the purple class, she did not expect them to have developped a rivalry tho XD (and of course she had no idea to what happened with Uri) It's just thanks to her that the three became a trio, one day Nakir and Pravaal were arguing on who would take a specific mission and she just proposed " why don't we go together" they reluctanctly accepted but it ended up being a big success, the chemisty of the party was a bit unstable at first but even tho Nakir and Pravaal deny it, they are a pretty good team. And after a good mission what's best than a niiiice celebration at the Twiin moons, they sure have become regulars at that (shady) pub and it's not rare to see them hand around there- but yeah good things don't always last, have you ever had that one friend that disappears after they get a special other? well this is kinda what happens here except their drifting away is not much cause they don't hang outtogether anymore but cause they LITTERALLY MOVE TO OTHER WORLDS, she of course has the means and will go see them but it's always kinda bittersweet

[superluigiglitchy]

Coroika SMG4 Au misc. facts

((More bs among other things for these sillies))

The ranks of Team Blue are now all either B+ or A+, none of them know this however, since they don't bother to check their rankings

another funny thing is that unknown to anyone Meggy is in fact X-Rank and has no idea that she is not even Meggy herself

the reason being that she's already busy as is, being a couch and messing around with Mario and the rest of the Crew that she hasn't had the time to check her ranking, plus it's been a long time since she's played in ranked four years running to be exact so she sorta just forgot over time

Meggy and Army as I mentioned are cousins and used to be close to one another when they were younger before the incident that caused Meggy to be cut off from the family and was the catalyst for her running away from home

Army has heard what Meggy's been up to since then but never got to see her again until the Anime Island arc where him and team Orange were one of the few inklings who were attempting to escape and end up running into her and Desti

unfortunately they were all shortly recaptured by the anime clones created by inkweaver

Army was EXTREMELY worried for his cousin because of the whole physiology change by Shaggy but is very grateful that she survived just... different now, they needed to do a lot of catching up in the hospital

So when the Family Lines arc happened Army may have been very pissed for the Splatzuki clan to suddenly want Meggy back after everything, dead parents or not they should have reached out to her regardless during those years, afterall she didn't deserve all the shit that happened on the day of the incident

Team Blue and Meggy have a very found family oriented relationship intentional or no, Meggy may have started out as their coach but after awhile she got attached to this group of misfits

She may or may not have accidentally became they're mom but who's to say

Gloves has a crush on Meggy, no Team Blue does not like this, no one likes this-

Gloves after meeting Meggy: Hey, Specs, how old is your coach? Specs: What??? Gloves: No not like that.. it is. It is like that. How old is she? like I came in the house she was like "You wanna eat?" I said "Eat what?"- Specs: PUT MY PLATE DOWN AND STOP HITTING ON MEG- I MEANT MY COACH-

Everyone thinks Meggy and Tari are dating including Meggy, no they are not dating they're just stupidly fruity

Mario and Goggles are the premiere uncle and nephew duo, for they share no braincells and are incarnates of pure of heart, dumb of ass and chaos

Meggy is both happy and in a constant state of stress because of these idiots but she loves her little found family

[colorfuldream]

Since we've calmed down after the last Splatfest, I can finally bitch about some Shiver fans' takes.

My God she did NOT try to "change the subject and try to make Frye comfortable".

Shiver SUCKS. She's greedy, she brags when she wins, she'll say anything she has to to get vote. That's WHY SHE'S FUN! Every member of Deep Cut Kinda Sucks. That is the point!

Big Man does get a little carried away and sometimes gets worked up (though he's still being nice) during the fests announcements. Frye barely even tries to make an argument (her job!) because she's too busy being silly.

None of them give a damn about the results. They're here to party and have fun. Sure, they like to win but they don't care if they lose. Almost every single time, the winner says something along the lines of "all three options are nice though" or "let's do all three!"

Shiver did exactly what she did for the Nessie vs Aliens vs Bigfoot festival: lie her ass off. This time, instead of lying about seeing Nessie, she pretended that her choice was better because she legit doesn't know how to do a fist bump. It's silly! It's endearing! She's a loser! Girlfailure! She doesn't care if it's embarrassing, she came clean because it's no big deal and she won! She won eight fucking times in a row, she gets to brag if she pleases.

It's fine for your fav to not be perfect. You don't need to go out of your way to mischaracterize an entire dialogue because you need to defend her from the "haters". And quite frankly, wouldn't it be worse if she was babying the other members (or singling Frye out) because they didn't win for months? Don't you think it would be condescending? Her lines were implied to be prewritten. None of them have a problem with what they have to say. They might even write them themselves for all we know!

Deep Cut are all good friends. That's why they don't give a single flying into space fuck about who wins, the things said to win, or the things said after they won.

And, finally, ofc it also goes for Frye and Big Man fans. Neither care if they lose. Frye doesn't even try (ie: she had less than 10% of the bite for Team Fame and had no reaction, especially when she could have made great arguments for it since it logically beat the other two teams (sorry for breaking Splatfest law guys, it needed to be said)), Big Man is just happy to be there (though he probably really wanted Love to win... But alas capitalism triumphs all). I'd LOVE it if Nintendo finally wrote them some spicy dialogue instead of the bland and boring "eh gg" we've been getting for over a year. I'd LOVE the acknowledgement that Frye is incredibly unpopular and has gotten brutal loses. They did it in Splat1 and 2. I want my girl to go on a rampage or for Big Man to impose himself. But it's not that big of a deal. We ain't getting angst. Deep Cut is too busy sharing their one braincell to decide what meal they're gonna have to care.

It's not that deep. It doesn't matter in the end. What fucking matter iS TO STOP KILLING YOUR TEAMMATES DURING TRICOLOR WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SHOOTING AT ME WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER—

[doueverwonder]

This is going to be SO disorganized, ignore me and my rambles no order just everything in whatever order I think of it in.

TEXAS his name is Lázaro Carlos Jones-Gómez, he regularly goes by Charlie, you can call him Carlos but do not call him Lazaro, he only has that name bc he was baptized with it. If you call him that though you will get his attention immediately bc his brain will think you're his mother (Mex if that's not clear) cause she is the only one who calls him that.

He's a little shit and I love him bc he's my little shit.

I accept no interpretation of him that's white bc why would you do that to him.

I've said this before but he's twins with Coahuila (Mariana Talía) who I can't actually talk about that much bc she's not my oc BUT she is older by 7 minutes, and they share a braincell and a half and usually don’t know where it is :\

speaking of other states he and Nuevo León (Jacobo) get in no less then 3 fist fights a year for absolutely no reason besides they’re idiots and like to beat each other up.

Speaking of fights, Charlie is missing a tooth, has 101 stories of how it got knocked out, most ppl don’t actually know which one is the truth (none of them he fell out of a tree).

Someone take his guitar away I beg, he gets 10 time more annoying when he has it. Which Tennessee (Annabelle) taught him how to play said guitar, everyone hates her for it. He's a decent player, and has a pretty okay singing voice, they're all just sick of listening to him.

Bc I have to have at least 1 very stereotypical thing, he has the largest cowboy hat collection this side of the Mississippi. Give him the most specific event, he has a hat for it.

He didn't talk till he was like 3-4 but oh boy is my man making up for it now, he doesn't stop. Talks with food in his mouth and in his sleep.

Refuses to speak Spanish to most other personifications bc spite but will absolutely be interpreter for any stranger on the street who needs help.

Bc I think it's funny gets to have the 'am I catholic or protestant?' debate.

His first about year of living in DC he barely spoke English and bc of that attached himself to the--at the time--only other native Spanish speaker in the house, Florida complained to Al everyday bc "I'm a babysitter now!" but wouldn't say shit to her Carlito over it ever.

His favorite shows of all time--despite their inaccuracies--are Gunsmoke (1955-75), and Zorro (1957-59)

Speaking of nicknames; Carlito was his main nickname for a long time, used to distinguish him from Cuba. Most of Latin America + Florida still call him that. Carlos = Cuba//Carlito = Texas. He started going by Charlie bc he didn't want to be called Carlito anymore, but being called Carlos felt weird bc no one ever called him that. So Charlie.

He has vitiligo bc I once saw a drawing of someones oc and it legit looked just like how I imagine Charlie and their oc had vitiligo so it just got pressed into my mind.

Also he was one of those kids who was super blond but by the time he was like 12 he wasn't anymore.

So y'all know my hc is personifications have a mom and dad, most of the states (US and Mexican) had 2 human parents and were eventually 'adopted' by Alfred or Rosa.

There are exceptions to that and Coahuila and Texas are one of them, way back when like 1820s Rosa (Mex) and Alfred were dumb and did a thing proceeded to have an extremely panicked nine months and an even more panicked "holy shit there's TWO"

So Charlie gets such a super fun family dynamic we love it for him.

I can't listen to Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys without crying now bc of him. I love Charlie, he is my son, I've put so much work into him bc I love him.

[dullahandyke]

post got long whoops. tldr autism plus unmedicated adhd equals media hellscape

have recently come to the realisation that ive had a complex about art consumption for a long long time, stemming from when i was a tween watching playthroughs and reviews and never playing or watching the stuff the reviews were based on. and some of that was because i was young and didnt have a computer to play danganronpa on, but i've been pirating shows as long as i've been on the internet, yet i never watched any of the anime all the youtubers talked about because it was safer and easier to listen to them talk about it and the culture than it was to ever have to seek out something i liked, to have to have my own thoughts about it. and that's followed me for at least 7 years at this point, and like, fuck, man, i wanna get out of that, but like, it's just so easy to sink into fanon. i don't watch youtube reviews anymore, but i've gotten into more than one fandom almost solely by reading a shitton of fanfiction about it. and i (former owner of yourfavehasfewerficsthanthislamp [eimear lore, veterans discount, etc]) am well aware that fanon near-universally flattens and disregards its characters and stories, saying 'fuck canon' and often for valid reason but rarely making anything better than it, but hell, it's just something to shove down my gob. it feels like easy reading, like i don't have to have my own big thoughts about symbolism and characterisation because someone else has done it for me, and it's shitty to treat fanfiction as inherantly less meaningful, but i do it anyway because it feels like the reading equivalent of having momma bird chew my food for me, and it makes me feel guilty but it keeps me fed! and i've found that a solution for this is to get into something that i've never seen anyone talk about, that nobody knows the Right Opinions for, and blade of the immortal has been wonderful for that! it's a good manga that's so long that it deters anyone from following me down the rabbit hole on a whim, and i like having my own little pit! but then i read another manga and i post about it and someone replies with an observation on the manga, and i think to myself, 'oh god', i think, 'now the neighbours are coming over and i have to clean the living room, i have to make sure my opinions are fully-formed and my appreciation is proper and there's not any mess', and even then there's a shitty bit that feels indignant because i liked to feel special, unique, like i was the only person that knew that manga and someone else has shattered that illusion, and i know i should be happy to share it but i never quite grew out of wanting to feel cool and obscure and like things were MINE. and the thing is that the more i read only fanfiction, the more i can literally feel my braincells dwindling, and i WANT to read something more substantial, because i know that if i pick up a novel or a manga or even the base material for the fic im reading, then i'll have fun and feel intelligent, but it feels like building myself up to opening that book is a chore that opening ao3 simply isnt. i've wanted to finished batman year one, i've wanted to read the hunchback of notre dame, but what i end up reading is a 33k batfam fic that i barely even read, that i only ever skim because slowing down and appreciating things and sitting with them, even just slowing down to actually read them, feels less like the direct hit of stimulus that skimming is. and so i've decided that the logical conclusion is to 1) get into media that i have never in my life seen on tumblr, that none of you fuckers could ask me about if you tried and 2) never ever post about it or search for community around it. to allow myself to read things wrong and to not have the pressure of feeling like there's someone over my back in all this, like i'm not in fandom or criticising fandom but just existing on my lonesome. potentially even to the point of going on break from tumblr for a bit, because i love you fuckers and this is a neutral statement but fandom is unavoidable on here. and i would for sure come back to tumblr and i would maybe come back to less obscure shit once i

hold on tumblr has a text block character limit. anyway once i built up more confidence in myself and didnt feel any pressure to have the right opinions about shit, even if i never engaged in fandom again but instead just kept up with some popular stuff, like an office worker who casually watches breaking bad or whatever. and this is really what i should be doing, and maybe not now because the leaving is in *checks watch* literally a month and a half oh fuck. and i need to focus my brainpower on that (lol as if thats gonna happen) but i cant make a concerted effort towards the leaving if im working on reforming my media habits. but even in the summer i could do it and i should do it, and cut back a little now to make it easier than going cold turkey.

which is why now was THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME to get into batman via take-a-fucking-guess ding-ding-ding fanfiction osmosis, something which is both 1) undeniably mainstream enough that the odds of me meeting people in real fucking life to ask me about my Correct Opinions are higher than i would like them to be and 2) a labyrinth thats been built over the course of like 80 years, out of comics and movies and shows and games and the comics alone are a mess of timelines and reboots and crossovers and whoops-this-character-is-in-this-comic-now-better-fuck-off-over-there-if-you-want-to-find-them that wreaks absolute HELL upon my 'i wanna be sooo well informed and read all the stuff and take no shortcuts' approach that kicks in whenever i DO start actually engaging in shit instead of just the fandom.

like sigh ill muddle through it because i picture dick grayson in motivational posters nowadays to help me do shit like get out of bed and climb stairs and take out my books, and i wanna return the favour, and like im getting closer 2 figuring out how to approach it (turns out the answer is 'one step at a time'. fucking shocker) but also fucking christ. idk idk idk ill go finish batman year one and then at some point ill watch the 2022 batman movie and then ill figure out where to go from there

[gaoau]

persimmon

it's the color of his voice.

is there color in your world? warnings — none. word count — 808

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rintarou stared with an amused smile plastered across his lips. they had already established that [name] wasn't one to get up with the sun—although the sun had started to accommodate to her schedule. she swayed in place, repositioning her feet every now and then to keep her balance.

her daily morning greeting disappeared into a yawn and melted in the drowsy simper she covered with her palm. she dug into her bag and handed him one of those containers he had grown to enjoy.

he admired the cut-up fruit, finding the deformed cubes where her knife had slipped when slicing, only for her to shrug and move on. "good morning, [name]," he initiated their routine for her.

"mornin', rintarou-kun." her eyes strayed behind him for a second. rintarou picked up the distinctive noise of fraternal bickering and an exasperated braincell begging them to stop. "ah, 'samu-kun, 'tsumu-kun, gin-kun, good mornin'." she pulled out a second container filled with rattling raisins. osamu caught it without trouble.

atsumu audibly gasped. "an' i get nothing'?!"

"sorry, 'tsumu-kun," [name] chortled, "i dunno whatcha like."

"what's this?" rintarou piped up again before atsumu could go in detail about what he'd like to eat in the morning. [name]'s smile darted back to him.

"persimmon—oh, i messed up."

"what?"

the gesture on her lips only widened as she laughed at herself. "i meant to show ya the color but i peeled it. woah, 'm embarrassed."

he glanced between the fruit and [name]. "so persimmon is also a color?"

"named after the fruit." she shrugged her shoulders, using her hands to emphasize it. "maybe it's good. ya get the fruit first, then the color."

his brow rose. "you won't show me unless we win?"

"should be a given."

"well, that's some motivation."

"hey, suna! get over here, c'mon!" and of course atsumu never had an ounce of tact in his entire existence.

rintarou threw a glare over his shoulder, finding both twins smacking each other's faces. he returned to [name]'s hazy eyes with a sigh. "you'll be cheering for us?"

"i've business with the student prez."

he hummed. "i'll walk you home."

"have fun, see ya." she presented her palm in the air. her nails, long and byzantium, made her fingers seem slender and refined.

he high-fived her to humor her. the smile he wore didn't budge. "see you." she had made those two words become a duo with a nod of his head. he didn't mind.

it hadn't taken him too long to memorize the directions to her house. they strolled past the amaranth bush she had shown him the first time they began walking together. he'd have to ask for another alegría if given the chance.

[name] didn't allow him to disappear into his thoughts and recount the colors she had taught him so far. her hand wrapped around his index finger, tugging at it to gain his attention. she used her free hand to point at a tree behind a closed gate.

"that's a persimmon tree, an' those're persimmons."

rintarou could've sworn his heart sank to his feet. he stared at [name] incredulously. "did you steal the persimmon you gave me?"

"the best-tastin' fruit's the stolen one." her teeth flashed into a mischievous grin that somehow resembled atsumu's. before he could demand she stopped spending time with the twins—for her sake—[name] bumped her shoulder against his. "i'm kiddin', i asked the kind lady if i could take a few ta share with my friends."

he still didn't put it past her to steal fruit. "it's a nice color." she had mentioned oranges were unique and maybe she was right. soft and gentle, it reflected in his eyes like the kindest hue he'd ever seen.

"i know, reminds me of yer voice."

he blinked. "what?" tumbled out of his mouth, his sights snapping towards [name].

"yer voice," she repeated. her eyes clicked warmly into his. he didn't hate it, he didn't mind it. the color of her irises was intense as it glimmered beautifully. "s'really nice. ya ever tried singin'?"

"uh, no?"

"we should go karaoke sometime." her smile didn't compare to the brightness of her gaze. yes, persimmon was a lovely color, and yet it couldn't dare to compare to her eyes.

"do you sing?"

[name] snorted. "wouldn't ya like to know."

rintarou's brows furrowed in sheer confusion at her answer. he really should start taking her words as a given. he couldn't ponder much over them as she dragged him by the finger to resume their walk. she didn't think about letting go until they reached her home.

[bridgertonbabe]

ok but how did that whole tessa sophie gen ben convo play out bc these i'm just imagining these three women looking at each other like "is he fucking for real?? did he just say he's only fwb with her,.."

Lucy would immediately grab the arm of a passing waiter and order another round ("yeah we're gonna be here for a while yet") as Gen and Tessa start on Benedict, questioning just how dumb he is to not have realised his feelings for Sophie sooner.

"Look just because I don't want her to take part in a fivesome-"

"It's technically an orgy when there's five or more people." Tessa interjected.

"Regardless, just because I don't want Sophie being a part of that doesn't mean I have deeper feelings for her!" Benedict weakly tried to argue.

"So you'd go ahead with a repeat of last year's birthday celebration without her?" Gen questioned.

"No!" Benedict squawked incredulously. "No, I'm not interested."

"Well what's changed?"

"Nothing's changed. It was just a one off. It's not something I'm interested in doing again."

"So you're more of a one-woman guy?" Tessa asked.

"Well aren't most people?!"

"Okay, that's fair. In that case; which one of us would you prefer to spend your birthday with?" Lucy put to him, nudging elbows with Gen and Tessa in the teasing hope that Benedict would cop onto himself.

Benedict stared back at her in mild horror. "None of you!" he spat out before realising how blunt he had been and adding; "N-no offence, of course! It's nothing personal against any of you. I'm grateful for the times I've shared with each of you, respectively. I just... I'm not-"

"You'd just prefer to be with Sophie." Gen supplied.

At once Benedict's cheeks turned pink. "I mean, not in that sense. She's just my favourite person so of course I'd rather spend my birthday with her."

"Interesting." Tessa hummed. "So you're not planning on sleeping with her on your birthday?"

"Or ever again?" Lucy cocked an eyebrow.

"I never said that!" Benedict argued before catching himself by how defensive his tone had been.

"Just out of curiosity; is the sex good?" Tessa asked him frankly.

Benedict spluttered unintelligible noise as he tried and failed to respond with an coherent answer.

"Look, calm down." Gen sighed and patted his hand comfortingly. "You can tell us. We're big girls, we're not going to take anything you say personally."

After a moment's hesitation, Benedict rubbed the back of his neck and avoided eye contact with his three ghosts of casual girlfriends' past.

"It's... it's nothing like I've ever had before."

"Would you say it's the best sex you've ever had?" Lucy prodded.

And Benedict bashfully nodded.

"So, let me get this straight;" Gen began, "Sophie is your favourite person in the whole wide world, she's the best sex you've ever had, you spent most of your time with each of us talking about her incessantly - and somehow you still believe you're not in love with her?"

Benedict stared at her wide-eyed and the three women observed him with intrigue, quite literally witnessing the minimal amount of braincells he possessed working together as he slowly processed just how much Sophie clearly meant to him, and when it finally clicked -

"I'm in love with her. I'm in love with her, aren't I? Oh my god... OH MY GOD!" he exclaimed. "I love her. I've always loved her."

"Finally!" Tessa huffed out and knocked back her glass of rose.

"Oh my god... WHY DIDN'T ANY OF YOU TELL ME?!" he suddenly expostulated at them. "If you all knew that I loved her why didn't you say anything?!"

"Because we didn't think you were this dumb!" Lucy shouted back.

"More fool us." Gen muttered under her breath before she sank into her drink.