#weird friends. but they are just sort of. friends. for realsies.

[quietwingsinthesky]

and also to be clear: im not saying the same thing about sam because the show doesn’t let sam have any friends.

[acespace-spaceplace]

FPE: But Wait, There's More!

Okay, okay! I'll admit it (again)! I've been neglecting þe GGs big time. I barely covered þem in a hot minute, and especially due to new cool wacky stuff I got into (which starts with s and ends with prunki). BUT! I've gotten right back into that sweet sweet papery mindset and I'm ready to yap about the last two fellas nobody asked for, but will be introduced anyway: Harvey "Hitbox" Bloor-Danforth and Paxton "Patchnote" Landley!

[The two remaining dudes will get their own art peices eventually. You can have this group pic of all the GG boys.]

Harvey. He's not necessarily a reject, but he wasn't really liked too. He's sort of just that weird kid everyone sort of tolerated. He's known for three things: 1, his adrift, wandering attitude, 2, his notable sympathy for the established rejects, and 3, the incident where he ate dirt as a dare. Even worse, he also said "It's not that bad, you guys should've seen when I tasted sand". Just the kind of stuff that'd get ya looked at funny in the old days of the playground. So, how was he with the first four (they were known as "Team Rampancy" back in those days.)? Well, he didn't try to get into too much trouble with them. He wanted to try to get everyone else to understand and stop being jerks to them, but nobody really cared. Like, if someone you found super weird tried to talk sense into you, you wouldn't trust them either, would ya? He's in their friend group officially now, after he and the others transferred, with no peer pressure to hold him back.

And last, but absolutely not least, is Paxton. Ironically, he was the one who Cristopher knew the longest (yes, even before befriending Colby), but became the last to join the GGs. Paxton's likely the most distant of the six. He was only seen as an acquaintance to ol' Crit, never tried to intervene like Harvey, was in the other class, and didn't transfer to Paper School like the rest. The most he'd get with Cristopher was the fact he was his neighbor. So, there wasn't a whole lot to him. Just one of the mundane goody students who happened to be an old acquaintance of the playground enemy #1. That was on one fateful day he met up with him just for fun and discovered where he was at. A full prospering friend group, well and peachy. Being the excitable fellow he was, he very excitedly asked to please join them. As much as Cristopher seriously didn't know him well and didn't see him that close, he at least allowed him to become associated with them. Paxton being close again with an old reject everyone else hated and almost forgot about certainly suprised them, I'll say that.

I know I didn't say all that much, and what I said was kinda eh quality, but hey! I finally got to talking about the dudes. Thank you for reading (if you actually bothered) yet another tychoberry yapfest! Hopefully I actually get back into the FPE scene for realsies big time....

[calware]

for the past three?? (idk i dont have any concept of time but it mightve been five) days ive been sat here staring forlornly at your blog whenever it crosses my dash trying to remember whether i actually followed you and then got softblocked, or whether i just scrolled through your blog long enough to make myself THINK that i followed you but never actually did. the obvious solution here is to just follow you, and wait to see if i get blocked (again/for realsies/not in a possible daydream etc you get the point here) (i have garbage memory) However my brain keeps insisting thisll be twice as embarassing. ive told a friend about this and she laughed in my face (which, fair). and yes im FULLY aware im overthinking this but here i am stuck in a awkward circumstance of my own creation

no need to worry, i don't softblock people so its either a memory thing or tumblr just being weird. i'm someone that overthinks these sorts of things too so i understand lol

[hourcat]

Because my job is crazy at the moment my brain is choosing to focus on scumbagierre SOA nonsense instead.

Pierre is shocked when Charles finally reveals he knows what Pierre and all his friends/coworkers get up too. And then Charles is like idiot 1. everyone in this town knows. 2. your clothes have some sort of blood stain or you have weird injury/sketchy stitches at least 2/3 of the time we spend together. And 3. like 2 months into our relationship you smelled like literal shit for 3 days (there is an episode of the show where they have to get smuggled guns out of the tank of a septic truck) and I still let you get to third base.

And then Charles pretends like he's super offended that Pierre thinks he's that dumb and Pierre is just like 😍😍😍 and apologizes with his dick.

No more nonsense I promise.

BESTIE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH???? omg this has to be its own separate au for realsies. delicious. DELICIOUS

ive never watched SoA so i dont have any Actual Knowledge to provide but!!!! please continue if you have more nonsense to share!!!! does pierre CALL charles his old lady? does charles know pierre's fellow bikers? i imagine pierre gets to be a big softie when he's home which charles must love teasing him abt 😭

[mencnfire]

🍒 -writes my URL on a piece of paper, folds it into a paper plane and makes it fly at you- ~w~

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

(( *it hits me in the eye and i die* rip me, rest in potato

for realsies though, maxie ��. like what i was saying to soda, you're another person that i've only been mutuals / buddies / acquainted (whatever you wanna call it!) for a few months but oh my god, am i both thankful & glad that we are pals. literally from the get go of becoming mutuals and talking, your enthusiasm was infectious. you have this clear love & drive for genesis that is always my favourite sort of rper (that sounds like a weird thing to say but bare with me!).

it's clear how much love you have for your stimky bard man with the way that you write him. you can easily slip him into any kind of storyline and you write so quickly and so wonderfully, i'm just in awe of it. despite you being so quick with writing, your writing is some next level goodness! the way that you describe things is as artistic and theatrical as your muse & the theme with which you write suits his dramatic personality. i hear his voice in his dialogue and i see his character as you write him. i've never been a huge fan of genesis (primarily because i flake out on cc everytime i play it) but you flesh him out so much, you give us a character who is more than poetry and angst. you give him a softer side, an angry side, a romantic side. i'm having so much fun exploring the plot / dynamic we have between him and kazuhira and i'm looking forward to seeing where things go!

and as for you max - as a person, you are just simply such a delight. you're positive and you're open-minded, friendly and approachable. your in-character stuff is always great to read and your out-of-character stuff is always a joy. your ability to whip up a pun or meme (my heid pun folder is a wonderful place) without effort is something that never fails to put a smile on my face and your constant good vibes and understanding when things and people maybe aren't doing too hot is admirable. i honestly wish i had your degree of patience and kindness. you have been such a sweetheart to speak to out of character and i feel i've made a friend of you from our chats on discord. whether they're about silly stimky bard boys, hairy heids or silly puns, they always make me smile.

i feel like you ought to be very proud of the person that you are because you have a good heart and that's a very special thing. thank you for being you, maxie, you're appreciated and loved more than you know. ))

[burning-sol]

Had a dream I set up a scary horror game campaign thing for my friend. But then I ended up being put in it for realsies and it was so scary. It was all indoors, no windows, just red light, locked in. It was sort of like a shopping center carpark. Mostly concrete, some metal throughtout. There was something in there with me. It was quick. It was long and had claws I think, but I could be wrong. All I knew was that it wasn't human. In the lighting all it looked like a shadow, everything was cast in red and black, so I you wouldn't be able to get a good look eith it. The only exit was the top of a stairwell that didn't go up any further, it just led to the ceiling. You only had this door and you struggled with it and the handle and you would be desperate because you knew you were cornered and if you didn't get out you were going to die but it was locked. I don't think I actually go out. The only reason I got out was because the dream couldn't let me die. But in reality I was trapped and I probably should have died in that claustrophobic stairwell, red light above my head, waiting for it to climb up the stairs, looking slightly more humanoid now. God. But I got out. To a regular carpark. More open. Normal.

My dreams are weird btw so when the dream was trying to lengthen itself I did get put the scary place again and had to escape again. Also Br'aad was in my dream somewhere but I can't remember how they were a part of it and it's making me confused.

[olderthannetfic]

This is probably a stupid question, but did you ever think about becoming a Youtuber and talking about fandom? I imagine you talk exactly how you write, so that would be engaging for your existing audience and beyond, and you are also a filmmaker and could do your own editing. Again, apologies if the question is silly or unwarranted.

--

LOL. Yeah, I totally talk how I write.

It's not a stupid question. A bunch of people have asked me that. The reason I'm not a youtuber is a couple of things:

First, time: Being a proper youtuber who releases shit constantly is a shitton of work. If it's your full-time paid gig, okay, but that takes a long time to work up to, and you have to do a lot of marketing work. My current main job (being a novelist of indie selfpub genre trash) doesn't pay that well yet, but I like more of the work it involves, and I don't want to take time away from it to pursue a job that is more soul-sucking than working retail.

Second, integrity: Being a for-realsies youtuber means sacrificing any actual values and views you have on the altar of clicks. Sure, if I were a costuber or something, perhaps that would not be true. Bernadette Banner et al. have skills that are inherently visual and engaging with a built-in audience. They can stay away from the majority of wank while cultivating a paying audience that isn't a nightmare to deal with.

But for someone like me, monetizing youtube is a terrible, terrible idea.

I might have more tumblr followers than you, but I'm still your peer in the fandom space. You can go on AO3 and read my horny fics (though you'll need an account because I archive-lock everything). We might actually become friends. Not in the CC way where I'm holding out a fake carrot of that to make you subscribe to my Patreon. Like... actually. In the normal fandom way. I've made a few new fandom friends even during the pandemic. Ms. Boba is one, for example.

Selling my friendship would make me an escort, not a fellow fandom nerd. It would ruin my social life.

(And yes, I think being a youtuber of a certain kind overlaps heavily with sex work in terms of its drawbacks and blurry boundaries. Neither is inherently contemptible, but they're tough careers.)

But even beyond emotional boundaries stuff, getting clicks and staying on top of the algorithm means saying things that are popular. Or maybe it means saying things that are inflammatory, but in just the right way. What it does not mean--what it can never mean if you're reaching your audience via an algorithm--is honesty.

Why does Sarah Z laugh at the freaks? Because it's good for clicks. Why does she present herself as progressive while having a strong undercurrent of puritanism? Because freaks don't pay the bills: cringe culture does.

I talk about the fandom things I care about, which have historically often been small fandoms, current BTS love notwithstanding. I stand up for weird porn even when that's unpopular but not clickbait-level shocking. But I also roll my eyes at things I dislike and don't pretend this is a neutral fandom history blog without squicks and bias.

Tumblr is a good platform for me because the sorts of things I like to post go viral and find me new friends. AO3 is a good platform for me because old, small, obscure things are findable as they would be in a library, and people can consume meta that requires thinking and returning to discuss, not just reacting in the heat of the moment before the algorithm sweeps it away. The hipper, more monetized spaces I'll use, but I will never be famous there or make any money even if I were willing to turn on monetization.

Reason 3 is... well... I'm an editor, not a cinematographer. A lot goes into a good video, including not only the camerawork but lighting oneself to look good instead of terrible. I'm not necessarily good at or interested in all those other aspects of filmmaking, at least not when it comes to being a youtuber. Some day, I'll make that supervillain/superhero f/f romcom, but for now... IDK... maybe I'll get out my real camera and tripod in the new year and film some shit, but no promises.

--

That said, if you just want to hear my voice, I have a couple of videos floating around the internet:

A Good Swiss Watch: Queer Coding, Slashy Subtext, and Why Queerbaiting Doesn't Exist

Pie That'll Kill Ya: The Problem with Fandom Statistics (my section of a convention panel)

And if you want to see me... looking like I've had a stroke and lisping like crazy because filming oneself with a phone and no pop screen is hard... There's a video of me here.

--

Telling the haters to fuck themselves and making exactly the content you want to requires not doing it as a job.

[jakey-beefed-it]

I’m very fortunate in my friendships and relationships. I recognize that at least part of this is my crap self-esteem talking, but I very much feel like people befriend me the way they take a hissing wet stray cat and go “No, you are baby” and bring them inside. People just sort of pick me sometimes, and I feel like I’m constantly playing catch-up in being their friend back. But they still seem to like me. Which is weird. Nice, but weird. 

I guess I thought people needed lots longer and more contact to unlock ‘No, For Realsies Actual Friends’ but maybe that’s just me; I’m the emotionally constipated one who’s way behind in terms of normal emotional responses. I always do my best to reciprocate friendships because I’m actively trying to be a good person and I don’t want to take advantage of anyone, but it’s definitely a conscious effort. 

I used to worry I was some kind of sociopath when I was younger, but that’s pretty obviously not the case- I’m just emotionally stunted in some ways and it takes a looooong time for me to feel truly, genuinely comfortable with someone. I really am kinda like a stray cat in that respect. Down in there somewhere is a sweet stupid kitty baby, but it takes patience to get there. Sorry.

And yet people keep befriending me. Confiding in me. I feel like they shouldn’t; like they’re unnecessarily risking themselves, like they’re showing me their weak points, and I’m like oh my god you can’t just show your true feelings like that what if someone hurts you I’ve got to look after you; you’re too nice.

But the end result is that I’ve got a lot of genuinely good, warm, honest and decent people who for some reason looked at me and went “That one” and while I’ll never understand what on earth motivated them, I’m glad they did and I’m always trying to prove worth the investment. 

[sand-worms]

Illuso aaaand trish for the ask game :)

o7 okie dokie

Illuso

-do I like them: the “liking Illuso out of spite” to “liking Illuso for realsies” pipeline is real

-5 good qualities:

1. Very observant! He’s canonically got notes on all of bucciaratti’s group aside from Giorno so obviously he’s good at what he does, and what he does requires him to observe people most likely, given his stand ability and such.

2. Seems to be very self-confident, though I guess whether that confidence is real or a front he puts up is up to interpretation.

3. Illuso sucks so bad what do I even say about him. His hair is pretty and I want to braid it.

4. I promise I have better thoughts about Illuso when I’m actually awake. Uh. Damn Diavolo your mirror based assassin is gnc as fuck.

5. Dresses like he would be good to take a nap on. Thotty little memory foam mattress.

-3 bad qualities:

1. Overly cocky and pompous, likely drives people away from him because of it.

2. Seems like he can’t mind his own business, needs to know about everyone around him but they can’t know about him.

3. Also seems to be combative just for fun? Seems to like to push Formaggio’s buttons just because he can (at least from the anime)

-favorite episode: the one that he shows up in :) not many to pick from here!

-otp: honestly! I don’t really get into shipping outside of stuff like my friends selfships so I don’t really ship him with anyone

-brotp: would be cool to see him interacting with like… Melone maybe. I do think his friendship with Formaggio would be fun to explore.

-ot3: *******

-notp: illuabba fucking sucks man

-best quote: the part in the Netflix subtitles for vento aureo where he just like flat out says sorbet and gelato have fucked it’s really funny to me.

-head canon: he likes to play rain or ocean sounds quietly while he sleeps. He has a white noise machine specifically for traveling.

TRISH!! <3

-do I like them: YEAS <3

-5 good qualities:

1. Very smart and logically minded! I get the sense that she’s very quietly observant and things just make sense to her idk

2. Genuinely kind and caring once she starts to warm up to people a little!

3. Seems like she’s also typically very decisive. I don’t think she would debate her decisions much.

4. Her stand is really unique and interesting and I wish she would’ve kept that initial sentience she seemed to have

5. I like that she sort of stands up for herself and demands answers to things when she deserves them does this make sense. Like she seems like she doesn’t let people push her around.

-3 bad qualities

1. Seems to lash out and get bossy when she’s uncomfortable or scared

2. Literally initially just a plot device and doesn’t get a TON of character development like she deserves

3. She’s 15 and her outfit looks like that.

-favorite episode: I like the part where she’s in the elevator with Bucciarati. I wish she had gotten more focus during that part and had gotten a flashback sequence like everyone else. The BIG fight is good too.

-otp: I don’t ship her with anyone

-brotp: her and Giorno or her and Mista :) Also I’ll take any opportunity I can to push my Trish and Ghiaccio friendship agenda. I think they would’ve been friends.

-ot3: 🚫

-notp: her and anyone in bucciarati’s group. Except for like Giorno I guess since they’re the same age but DONT be fucking weird about it.

-best quote: everything she says in the whole series idk :) I like the part though where she talks about knowing that her dad sucks and was gonna kill her tbh like. Real.

-head canon: I think she’d be really good at sudoku puzzles. I think they just make sense to her and come very easily to her.

[thegreaterlink]

Reviewing Star Trek TNG - S4E5 "Remember Me"

I definitely intended to post this on the 35th anniversary of the series’ premiere. It definitely wasn’t just a coincidence.

THE PREMISE

The Enterprise docks at Starbase 133 to pick up Beverly Crusher's old friend and mentor Doctor Dalen Quaice (which sounds like if a foreigner tried to come up with an American name). Meanwhile, Wesley is attempting to create a static warp bubble, but seemingly failing. As the Enterprise leaves the Starbase, Dr Crusher finds that Quaice has disappeared, with no record of him even coming aboard the ship.

MY REVIEW

Yep, we’re finally getting an entire episode focused around Dr Crusher. Only took us… four seasons.

Look, I'm just glad she's not being forcibly impregnated, kidnapped by racial stereotypes or any of the other fucked-up things that have happened to the other women in this show's main cast.

But then again, we still have a few seasons to go before she fucks a candle ghost.

This show is a real piece of work.

Anyway, as Dr Crusher investigates, she discovers that not only do none of the crew remember Quaice coming aboard, but there's no evidence of him existing at all. The rest of the crew are sceptical of Dr Crusher's claims, including O'Brien, who beamed them on board in the first place. When she tries to run an examination on him, she discovers that two of her medical staff have disappeared as well.

By the time she's done with another round of questioning and gets back to her post, she finds sickbay completely deserted, with her entire staff gone. Worse still is the discovery that apparently roughly three-quarters of the crew have vanished from existence.

THE PLOT THICKENS!

Obviously Dr Crusher isn't exactly doing well with the revelation that either she's the only one who's realised that over 800 of her colleagues have vanished from existence, she's the target of some next-level gaslighting or she's just going insane. Even after a talk with Counsellor Troi, she's still not reassured.

Look, all of the images in this review are going to be various characters around the Enterprise, because I guess they wanted to save money on this one.

Dr Crusher goes to talk to Picard, who is honestly kind of an underrated character in this episode. From his perspective, his friend and colleague who he's known and trusted for years has suddenly started claiming that people who never existed have disappeared and that she's apparently the only one who remembers them. And yet he never talks down to her or dismisses her as crazy. Instead he genuinely listens to her concerns and even agrees to order the ship back to the Starbase for a full diagnostic.

When she returns to sickbay and tries to get back to work, only for a vortex to open and threaten to pull her in before disappearing.

Well, that was weird.

Anyway, shit continues to proceed on its collision course with the fan, with another half of the crew (including Lieutenant Worf) disappearing. Dr Crusher is obviously getting paranoid by now, even dreading that Wesley has disappeared when he doesn't immediately respond. She has a talk with him about the possible causes of the disappearances, during which he brings up the Traveller from "Where No One Has Gone Before" back in season 1, one of the first episodes of this show which I actually liked.

Anyway, when they go to leave engineering, Wesley disappears for realsies. Whoopsie!

When she gets back to the bridge, she finds out that THE ENTIRE CREW HAS NOW DISAPPEARED EXCEPT FOR HER AND PICARD, who has absolutely zero issue with believing that a Galaxy-class starship is being managed by two people. I guess he's ignoring all of the empty chairs, then.

Realising that time is running out, she tries to tell Picard something that she's been thinking about for a while.

"For quite some time, I've been meaning to say something to you... I might not get another chance. Jean-Luc, you and I-"

Dammit! We still haven’t gotten any sort of confirmation!

Oh, and Picard disappearing is bad too I guess.

After the vortex from before opens and closes again, Dr Crusher steels herself and takes the helm in the captain's chair.

I doubt we'll ever see that happen again.

Then suddenly we cut to engineering, where Wesley and Geordi are frantically working away at a warp bubble before it collapses once again.

It turns out that the vortex was actually their attempts to retrieve Dr Crusher, because this whole time she has actually been trapped in a parallel dimension thanks to her exposure to Wesley's experiment... an experiment which they decided to test right next to the fucking warp core.

But still, credit where it's due, cool plot twist.

Oh, and as for the crew disappearing... she had been thinking about Dr Quaice's comments about losing people at the time, which I guess is what caused that to happen in the parallel universe? It doesn't completely make sense, but it resulted in a pretty interesting mystery, so I guess it gets a pass.

Also, for those of you keeping track at home, this is the second time an episode's plot has been set into motion by one of Wesley's experiments. Maybe the writers just didn't like him.

The Traveller (once again played by Eric Menyuk) suddenly appears and tells Wesley that he's the only one that can help him return Dr Crusher to the right dimension, which in retrospect is some excellent foreshadowing.

Wow, this season just loves bringing back interesting side characters who should've been reused way sooner. Now if we could just see Bochra again...

Also they need to hurry because the parallel dimension is starting to collapse and will cease to exist in about ten minutes. That's probably important.

The result is a genuinely good climax as Wesley and the Traveller work together to open a gateway, even starting to phase out of space and time in the process.

Long story short, they succeed, Dr Crusher realises that the vortex is her way home and jumps through, successfully making it back to her own dimension. Everybody wins!

So, we have an intriguing little mystery leading to a good plot twist and a compelling climax. Pretty solid episode all around.

7/10 - A lot better than I expected.

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[benevadeca]

OK so strange journey thoughts I'm confused about the womb of grief and empyrean ascent.

Like it's established the womb of grief is where mem aleph imprisons the people who are against her (so Law gods mainly, but also Amon* who IG is a chaos demon who's just not in her specific camp)

(*Amon is interesting bc he's the only boss you don't fight, he's the one Alex fights. And like oof do I have words abt Alex as a character but it's like entirely not her fault she's so badly written, like she basically exists to be "every future you chooses sucks" but with noooo nuance. But anyway love that Amon's wikia states "He procures love and reconciles controversies between friends and foes" I think it is a fun tidbit Alex just attracts guys who she tried to kill who like her despite this fact.)

OK so I get why the player had to fight all the Boss demons each level to get the cosmic fruit fragments bc both video game logic IG and also IG that they needed to be in the hands of someone safely in their law camp/a human who is easy to manipulate but that demons can't get to easy, but if they're the demons who controlled who can pass through each level then like why such a big deal truly.

the concept being that the wise men's power was sealed away and split apart and "put under protection" (words of Lucifer in Chaos redux route), but the people who were guarding them were all the Boss Law prisoners and Demeter was like explicitly on good terms with them even as they were like. killed by the protag

Also if the 3 wise men were theoretically imprisoned how did they get to their weird blank board room in Sector Eridanus, like they escaped prison but were weakened? Or?? But then why is their empyrean descent, basically their Law Domain(TM) at the heart of the womb of grief. either it's been a while since I played and I just didn't pick up on all the lore and I'm missing something or it for realsies doesn't make sense.

The wardens of the womb that you fight are all #girl chaos demons, so very explicitly in Mem Aleph's camp and fits with the mom feminine divine thing. Maria being the last boss i'm still kinda confused on but like at least thematically IG it works or something. Also the 3 wise men merging into Shekhinah is very #gender, same like how Mem's empty form is a fetus with like a classical greek old guy head. Like most things in smt i don't get it but I am looking and it compels me somehow.

And TBH on just a larger level trying to understand the themes of each of the sectors...like sections A-D are representing human vices i guess, while E is sort of the utopian illusory ideal of what earth could be without human pollution (following the wikia), so kind of an alice in wonderland mirror parallel world.

It also being where the Vanishing Point, Oroborus, Yggdrasil, and 3 wise men have their base all serving to embellish this area as like the central plot where we go from extended exposition to Shit Picks Up difficulty jump representing both that you're no longer ignorance of the stakes but also a turning point is coming in where you're going to fall on this cosmic war. Also personal comment but the wormhole they can escape back to earth to being called the Vanishing Point is just something so fun I think. Something something perception perspective parallel lines working to create the illusion of depth in a 2 dimensional space.

Sector F is rly interesting in that it's so. Meta, both on a gamer level but also with the whole Great Will thing, and the idea that (according to the wikia) it "Represents the Schwarzwelt in its original state. It resembles a massive computer, collecting massive amounts of data." So the idea of like. technology mimicing biological processes (following the theme of humans as a virus in that specifically eco-fascist way strange journey has going for it) which in term loop back to technology. I think it's interesting! It being where i think tiamat refers to it as like, a garden or something? where seeds are planted and reborn and it being where the old bosses come back and are shown in what is like closer to their "true" more pure form.

That it's the Schwarzwelt in it's original state but it's sector H that's like true origin of Earth, I think the implication of the Schwarzwelt as not as natural a phenomena as claimed by the supernatural parties but something manufactured as part of this ongoing cosmic war is also again pretty fun I think. Or i could just be completely reaching and pulling this out of my ass, never know!

Sector G I genuinely don't get like...we never see the true face of it it's just kind of uh previous sectors remixed! The illusions thing I guess being metaphor for this where you make your alignment choice and secure what ending your on, so all about perception and there being no true "reality" because all judgements are based on the limited information available in a given moment. Or alternatively with sayyy, the Law and Chaos factions making their bases literally on alternate subdimensions right on top of one another, that very confrontation of self and the other identity formation lacanian boundary transgression kind of thing. But who knows!! Not me!!!!

I had more to say on shekhinah and mem aleph but this post is long lol I'm making a new one

[bestworstcase]

"[Rapunzel] stops accepting blame for things that aren’t her fault". I've seen this mentioned before on other blogs talking about Rapunzel's character growth over the series, but I don't understand what it's referring to. Sorry if this is too vague/broad an ask, but what are you thinking of in seasons 1 and 2 when you say that Rapunzel has learned to stop taking the blame for things that aren't her fault by season 3? Apart from Rapunzel's Enemy and maybe QFAD, I can't think of anything.

i think this is one of the more understated things about rapunzel’s characterization in that there is never like, a specific moment where rapunzel Verbalizes acceptance of blame for things she clearly isn’t responsible for, but it still imo informs a lot of her behavior?

and it goes all the way back to the film. right out of the gate we see that guilt tripping and blame passing are two of gothel’s chief weapons: when rapunzel’s feelings get hurt by one of gothel’s “jokes,” gothel chides rapunzel to “stop taking everything so seriously,” which is abuser-speak for “nothing i say is wrong, it’s your fault if you’re hurt.” 

then there’s digs like “oh, rapunzel, you know i hate leaving you after a fight—especially when i’ve done absolutely nothing wrong...” 

and the big one, after gothel loses her temper and yells at rapunzel, and then immediately collapses disconsolately into a chair and says “ugh, great—now i’m the bad guy.” overtly blaming rapunzel for “making” gothel snap at her. (this of course gets called back to at the end of the film, though it’s less a guilt trip there than it is a threat.)

aaaand right before “mother knows best (reprise)” when rapunzel asks how gothel found her, gothel says, “oh, it was easy, i just listened for the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that.” this one imo is the clearest illustration of how all this impacts rapunzel emotionally, because she goes from scared/alarmed/startled to just. sagging, in obvious guilt. 

but then of course there’s also the scene right after rapunzel leaves the tower, where we see her oscillating wildly from jubilance to despair and guilt as she frets over what her leaving will “do” to gothel, how mad / upset / betrayed gothel will feel, etc. so even when gothel isn’t there, actively reinforcing this behavior, we can see that rapunzel very much feels that gothel’s feelings are her responsibility—and if gothel is upset, that’s rapunzel’s fault. 

anyway!! all this adds up to rapunzel leaving the tower with this subconscious mindset that all problems are her problems, and we see this expressed very early on in s1. i would even argue as early as before ever after... with both frederic and eugene. 

BEA goes really hard right out of the gate with driving home how restless and uncomfortable rapunzel feels in corona; how stifled she is, and how badly she wants to go out and explore the wider world. but it also shows how hard she tries to stuff it down, because her success as a princess is “important to [her] dad.” she tries to bring up her discontent with eugene, but in a roundabout way so as to avoid actually saying she’s unhappy—and then when he says that he’s perfectly happy and content, rapunzel takes a deep breath and agrees with him. it isn’t overt text, but she’s still in “managing other people’s feelings” mode, and there’s a reason the only person she is honest about her own feelings with is cassandra—because cassandra signals very clearly that she is not going to feel hurt, offended, or disappointed if rapunzel is less than happy in corona. quite the opposite, cass is the one who suggests sneaking out in the first place!

now obviously, neither fred’s nor eugene’s feelings are rapunzel’s responsibility and i think both would be horrified to know that rapunzel feels like it’s her job to make them happy... but that doesn’t really matter, because rapunzel has been trained all her life to do this and that’s not a pattern that just goes away overnight. 

and then also in BEA, we see how quick rapunzel is to castigate herself for doing something that upsets someone else... when eugene proposes and she panics and runs away, her reaction is “i feel horrible about eugene” and to feel guilty/upset about not wanting to marry him Right Now.

aaaand of course caine blaming rapunzel for stuff frederic did goes entirely unremarked upon, partly because things like the hair reveal took priority over that but partly also, in my opinion, because rapunzel just kind of Accepted That because she’s so used to being blamed for everything.

this is sort of a recurring theme throughout a lot of s1. you mentioned RE, but for the sake of completeness—i think the most telling thing in that ep is that, when rapunzel finds out what booing really signifies, her first question is what could i have done to this person?, because the concept that this might be a HIM problem doesn’t even cross her mind. she assumes that it’s her fault he doesn’t like her. 

and then there’s stuff like pascal’s story, which i think is an interesting one because like... frankly, it’s not entirely rapunzel’s fault that she stood pascal up. yes, as the princess she could have stood up at six o’clock on the dot to say no more petitions, i am going to dinner. but also she’s the princess, and she’s busy, and pascal’s story is as much an episode about pascal learning that just because rapunzel is busy that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still love him as much as it is about rapunzel learning how to navigate work/life balance—but it’s also very clear that rapunzel’s perspective is “i have been a HORRIBLE friend and i need to put EVERYTHING ELSE on hold until i have FIXED my TERRIBLE BEHAVIOR” when the reality is more like “rapunzel and pascal are both going through a major adjustment period and need to have a realistic talk about expectations now that rapunzel is, like, training to rule a country.” 

in painter’s block, rapunzel feels so traumatized by the (largely correct) decisions she made in QFAD that she can’t make any decisions at all and falls prey to sugracha’s manipulation, and i personally think this is the beginning of the tipping point for her where she begins to see that hey... she’s just a person, she literally cannot be responsible for every bad thing that happens, she can’t be in two places at once, she can’t fix everything for everyone... and sometimes she needs to prioritize one problem over the other. that’s why the emotional climax of that episode is rapunzel saying “difficult choices are what make us who we are.” that’s her letting go of the horrific guilt she felt about choosing corona over varian, and letting eugene and the others put themselves in danger to save her parents. 

that epiphany carries her through SOTS and enables her to make the tough calls she needs to make re: stopping varian, but it also doesn’t mean that her tendency to blame herself for stuff that isn’t her fault goes away altogether. just look at BTCW: while she’s trying to make sense of how/why eugene could be marrying stalyan, her first instinct is to blame herself. to wonder if maybe this is a response to her kind of sort of turning down his kind of sort of second proposal. 

and the rest of the vardaros arc is like... i would say half rapunzel delaying moving on because she’s scared of what waits for her at the end of the black rock trail (as freebird confirms) and half rapunzel making vardaros’s problems her problems and trying to fix them because she feels responsible. 

curses is... not a good episode (canardist, why) but the plot basically hinges on canardist successfully making rapunzel feel guilty / dubious enough about taking back her own telescope that she starts buying into the curse stuff and psyching herself out. 

*as a sidebar here, there are also instances in this same period of rapunzel acknowledging her culpability in stuff she DID do wrong, for example in under raps—but in these cases, it’s interesting to me to note that her apologies actually aren’t very good apologies. in the under raps example, for instance, she also foists off blame on cassandra (saying basically, well i wouldn’t have interfered and put you in danger if you had told me everything, even though i am terrible at keeping secrets and we both know it). and this makes sense, because gothel certainly did not model good, healthy apologizing habits for rapunzel, lol. so she’s in this weird zone where she tends to feel guilty for everything / feels responsible for other people’s feelings but when she DOES mess up for realsies she also doesn’t really have the skills to navigate a true apology. this poor girl

i would say that RATGT is about the point where rapunzel switches gears from accepting blame (both for things that aren’t her fault, like all this stuff, and for things that are, like when she apologized to cass for being a dick in goodbye and goodwill or when she apologized to pascal for belittling him in king pascal) to sort of... overcorrecting and entering her “i’m right, you’re wrong” phase. RATGT is when she starts overtly shutting cass down, and RATGT is when cass’s injury happens—something so horrific and scary that i tend to think rapunzel just cannot process the guilt. it’s too much, too painful, and not something she is emotionally equipped to hold onto or work through in a healthy way...

...so she shoves it away and blames cass instead, very openly. she transmutes her guilt into anger, lessening the pain she feels. and she sticks to that throughout RDO, throughout the rest of s2, and evidently through the rest of the series given she literally never apologizes for it. which is outside of the scope of what you asked alksdfjklsfd but i tend to think basically, rapunzel is not very good at distinguishing between “i feel guilty, but it isn’t my fault” and “i feel guilty, because it is my fault” so in the process of unlearning the former behavior she also forces away the latter, and at the end of s3 she’s in a place where she needs to re-learn how to feel guilt in a healthy, reasonable way. because guilt isn’t always a bad emotion, sometimes it’s just your brain’s way of saying “i did something bad, and i want to make up for it” and That’s Good. 

[thelastspeecher]

A Case of Mistaken Identity - Chapter 3: Reveal the Truth

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   AO3

That’s right, I’m updating TWO of my multichaps within the span of one week.  One of the benefits of finishing my thesis and not having a new job yet is that I have a lot of time to do fun writing again.  I’m actually hoping that I’ll be able to finish this multichap relatively soon.  That would be cool.

Anyways, in this chapter, Fiddleford finds out what’s going on with Dipper and Mabel, the Power of Mabel saves the day (or at least the weather), and Ford doesn’t like biscuit gravy.  Enjoy.

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              “…What do you mean?” Dipper finally asked.  The kitchen was dead silent, save for an occasional plink from intermittent rain hitting the roof.  Fiddleford sighed.

              “You know exactly what I mean, kidlet.  Tell me who the two of ya are and what yer really doin’ here, or-”

              “Or what?” Mabel jumped in.  “You can’t do anything to us!”  Fiddleford raised an eyebrow at her.

              “That’s mighty bold of ya to assume.  I don’t own this house, sure, but that don’t mean I’m completely powerless. I could always tell Stanford that yer bein’ duplicitous and not tellin’ the full truth.  Though I’d prefer not to, since he has some trust issues.” Fiddleford pursed his lips.  “Some day I’ll find out why.”  Dipper and Mabel looked at each other helplessly.  “Look, either start talkin’-”

              “We’re from the future,” Mabel blurted out.  Fiddleford’s eyes shot wide open.  He leaned back in his chair.

              “Pardon?”

              “We’re from the future.  2012,” Dipper said, adding the year as an afterthought.  Fiddleford stroked his chin, visibly jostled but trying to hide it.

              “Yer from thirty years in the future,” Fiddleford said slowly.  Dipper and Mabel nodded.  “Well, do ya have any proof of that?  I mean, this is Gravity Falls and all, so I won’t discount ya right away.  But I’d still like some evidence.”

              “Um…”  Dipper looked over at Mabel, who seemed deep in thought.  “What kind of proof?”

              “Tomorrow’s lotto numbers would be nice,” Fiddleford said, “but I’ll accept just about anything.  Some sorta futuristic technology, maybe?”

              “I don’t…”  Dipper grimaced.  “Our mom and dad say we’re still too young for cellphones.”

              “What in blazes is a cellphone?” Fiddleford asked.

              “It’s-” Dipper started.  Mabel’s eyes widened.

              “Dipper, show him the journal!”

              “Oh!”  Dipper quickly retrieved his copy of Journal 3 from inside his jacket and handed it over to Fiddleford.  “Do you recognize this, Mr. McGucket?”

              “…Yes, I do,” Fiddleford said slowly, turning the pages.  “I’ve seen Stanford scribblin’ in it plenty of times. In fact, he was scribblin’ in it not just five minutes ago.”  He pursed his lips.  “I prob’ly shouldn’t read this too much.  It wouldn’t be wise of me to spoil m’self fer the future, now would it?”  He closed the journal and slid it back to Dipper, who tucked it away in his jacket again.  “Even if I didn’t know Stanford was currently usin’ his journal, it’s pretty obvious that one comes from some point in the future.  That kind of wear and tear only happens over years.  Or if a raccoon gets into a library.”

              “Has that happened before?” Mabel asked, awed.  Fiddleford managed a small smile.

              “Where I grew up, it happened on a reg’lar basis.”  He took a deep breath. “All right.  The two of ya are from the future.  Why are ya here, in this time?”  Dipper and Mabel looked down at the table.  “Are ya on some sort of mission?” Fiddleford prompted.

              “No, not- not really,” Dipper said.  “We, uh, we came here by accident.”

              “How exactly do two twelve-year-olds travel back in time by accident?” Fiddleford asked.

              “We stole a time travel doohickey from a guy even more in the future and it broke,” Mabel said.  Fiddleford raised an eyebrow.

              “A ‘time travel doohickey’, ya say?  Mind if I take a gander?”

              “Um, okay, but don’t-” Dipper started.  Fiddleford waved a hand airily.

              “Don’t worry, boyo.  I won’t do anything unsavory.  If you let me look at it, I might be able to fix it, that’s all.  I’ve been gettin’ a lot of practice with strange technology lately.”  Dipper swallowed, took the broken time travel device out of his pocket, and handed it to Fiddleford.  Fiddleford turned it over in his hands, letting out a low whistle.  “Shucks, I can tell just from the outside that there’s somethin’ mighty strange about this.”

              “If you can fix it, that would be great,” Dipper said.  “We should probably get home as soon as possible to keep the timeline from…”

              “Getting all screwy,” Mabel suggested.

              “Yeah, that.”

              “Hmm.”  Fiddleford held the time travel measuring tape up to his eyes.  “I’ll see what I can do.  In the meantime, yer not Stanley’s children, are ya?”  Dipper and Mabel shook their heads.  “Now why don’t ya tell me how yer related to Stanford, if in fact ya are?”

              “I think we’re his great-niece and great-nephew,” Mabel said slowly. “But I’m not completely sure.” Fiddleford set down the time travel device and frowned at them.

              “Care to elaborate, hon?”

              “It’s just- Ford, he- he’s not the Stanford Pines we know in the future.”

              “Maybe he just aged poorly,” Fiddleford suggested.  Dipper shook his head.

              “The Stanford Pines we know has ten fingers,” he said solemnly.  “And he goes by Stan, not Ford.”  Fiddleford nodded slowly.  “We think that the person we know as Stanford Pines is actually Ford’s brother, Stanley.  But we don’t know why Stan would try to pretend to be his brother.”

              “That’s a very good point,” Fiddleford said softly.  He rubbed his forehead.  “And I’d like to help ya out the best I can, but I should prob’ly avoid hearin’ ‘bout the future as much as possible.  Not to mention, I found out about Stanford havin’ a twin just yesterday m’self.  I wouldn’t know any of their history.”  A twinkle appeared in his eye.  “Though Stanford does.”

              “What?” Dipper asked.

              “Well…”  Fiddleford leaned back in his chair again, but casually this time, not out of surprise. “The best person to help ya figure out why this Stanford don’t match yer Stanford is...Stanford.  Between the two of ya, I bet you could pry some information outta him, even without spillin’ who ya really are.”  Fiddleford’s gaze hardened.  “Which by no means should ya do.  I ain’t related to ya, any information about the future won’t impact me as much as it does Stanford.  Or, when he gets here, Stanley.  Be careful what you tell ‘em.”

              “We will,” Dipper said.  “But, I mean, do we really need to know about the details of this weird mix-up thing?” Mabel gasped theatrically.

              “What?  You don’t want to solve a mystery?  Dipper, are you ill?”  Mabel placed the back of her hand against Dipper’s forehead.  “I think you might have the consumption!”  Fiddleford chuckled loudly.  “For realsies, bro-bro, why’d you change your mind?  This morning, you were all for figuring out what was going on.”

              “If Mr. McGucket could figure out that we’re lying, so could Ford.  Heck, Stan will probably know we’re not his kids the second he looks at us!  I wanna know what’s going on, but the longer we stay here and the more we talk to Ford, the more likely it is that we disrupt the time stream.”

              “I think this can be a case of hittin’ two birds with one stone,” Fiddleford said calmly.  “I can get to work on this time travel device of yours and the two of ya can go with Stanford when he hunts anomalies.  Who knows? Maybe you’ll stumble across time travel crystals or somethin’.”

              “I thought you didn’t want us to go in the woods,” Mabel said.

              “I don’t.  But Stanford does.  And I mean it, yer best bet at findin’ a way home is to shadow him.  You won’t be able to help me with this here tape measure. I’ll have to do it on my own.”

              “But-” Dipper started.  Fiddleford shook his head.

              “No buts.”  Fiddleford looked out the window at the rain, now coming down in sheets.  “Once the weather’s cleared up, find Stanford, make yer best puppy dog eyes, and beg to come with him in the forest.  He don’t have experience with children like me; he won’t be able to say no.”

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              Fiddleford was right.  It only took Mabel widening her eyes a fraction for Ford to immediately cave and agree to take Dipper and Mabel in the forest with him.

              “We agree that this stays between us,” Ford said firmly, waiting for Dipper and Mabel to put on the boots that had been purchased for them earlier that day. “F will not be happy if he discovers I took you into the woods.”

              “No problem, Uncle Ford!” Mabel chirped, saluting him.  Ford beamed.

              “I also need the two of you to stick close to me.  If you get injured in any way, Fiddleford will know it was from going into the woods, and he’ll scold me fiercely.”

              “You’re pretty close to him, aren’t you?” Dipper asked, putting on his new coat. Ford froze.  He busily adjusted his glasses.

              “We’re good friends, research partners.  Nothing more. If you were trying to imply-”

              “No, I wasn’t!” Dipper said quickly.  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “I just think it’s kinda weird that you guys are so close, but you didn’t tell Mr. McGucket you had a twin brother.”

              “Yes, well…”  Ford trailed off.  He shook his head.  “Never mind. I should debrief you on the purpose of this particular hike.”  Ford began to pace in front of them.  “You may have noticed that, despite it being the middle of winter, it was raining earlier. Now, the sun is shining and the temperature has risen by twenty degrees.”

              “Global warming,” Mabel said, nodding.  Ford paused his pacing to frown at her.

              “Global what?”

              “Um, Uncle Ford, if it’s so warm, should I not wear my coat?” Dipper interjected.

              “Oh, no, please do still wear it.  Children struggle more than adults to properly regulate their body temperature. Not to mention, the cold weather will return once we’ve successfully pacified the weather gods.”

              “The…weather gods?” Dipper asked slowly.  Ford nodded.

              “Yes.  Though ‘god’ may be a misnomer.  Hidden deep within the woods of Gravity Falls are magical beings that control aspects of this region’s weather.”  Ford began to pace again.  “I stumbled across them shortly after I first began my research here.  They seem to embody the aspects of weather that they regulate.  For example, the one in charge of rain tends to be rather gloomy.”

              “Makes sense,” Mabel said.

              “Thank you, Mabel.  Today’s weather is indicative that something has happened to upset these beings.” Ford stopped pacing and sighed.  “I sincerely hope it is not related to boy trouble again.”

            �� “Boy trouble?” Mabel asked, her eyes wide.

              “…Yes.  Last time the weather became this chaotic, it was because the sun god and the snow god were fighting over the same boy.”  Ford shook his head.  “It makes me wonder, sometimes, if the Greeks were correct about the maturity of magical beings in charge of forces of nature.”

              “So, are they like, friends?” Mabel asked.  Ford grimaced.

              “Worse, my dear.  They’re sisters.”

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              There was a loud crack of thunder.  Dipper looked up nervously.  The sky was still bright blue and completely devoid of clouds.  Despite this, a bolt of lightning shot out of the clear sky and struck a tree some distance away.

              “Um, Uncle Ford?” Dipper asked cautiously.  Ford merely frowned.

              “Yes, I saw that.  It’s much worse than I thought it would be, if they’ve dragged the lightning god into this.”

              “A lightning god…like Zeus?  From Hercules?” Mabel asked.

              “Close, my dear.  His name is Heracles in the Greek tradition.  The Romans renamed him Hercules, so if you were to refer to him in that manner, you would need to say Jupiter, rather than Zeus.”

              “No, not-” Mabel started.  Dipper put a hand over her mouth, then quickly removed it before she could lick it.

              “Mabel, that movie might not have come out yet,” he hissed at her.  Mabel crossed her arms.

              “It’s a really old movie, it might have!” Mabel hissed back.

              “Just to be safe, we should probably avoid talking about pop culture.”

              “Ugh,” Mabel groaned loudly.  Ford looked back at the two of them.

              “Are you all right?” he asked.  Mabel promptly plastered on a smile.

              “Just peachy!” she chirped.  Ford smiled.

              “Good.  We’ve arrived.”  The three of them came to a stop in front of a large pine tree.  “Now, I want the two of you to be on your best behavior, okay? These beings are incredibly capricious.” At Dipper and Mabel’s confused expressions, he elaborated.  “Prone to switching between moods rapidly without warning.”

              “Oh, pish posh, we can handle that!” Mabel said, waving her hand.  Ford nodded.

              “Excellent.”  He knocked three times on the trunk of the pine.  After a moment, the glowing outline of a door appeared on the bark. The door opened, revealing what appeared to be a teenage girl with dyed gray hair that was black at the roots. She looked at Ford doubtfully.  “Hello, madam.”

              “Why are you here?” the girl whined.

              “I wondered if there might be a fight ongoing with your sisters.  If you’ll recall, last time I was able to resolve the situation.”  The girl let out a long sigh.

              “Fine.”  She turned around and walked back into the room that Dipper and Mabel could now clearly see was housed within the tree trunk.  Ford stepped inside, then beckoned for Dipper and Mabel to follow his lead.  Once all three had entered, the door behind them shut.

              Dipper and Mabel looked around the room.  It looked similar to the setup for an apartment on a sitcom.  There was a large living room that led directly into a fully stocked kitchen.  The lighting was impeccable, though there were no visible lamps.  Instead, the walls themselves appeared to be glowing. The gloomy teenager that had greeted them drifted over to the kitchen, where two other teenage girls were at each other’s throats and a third one watching silently.  Water dripped from her hair and pooled on the floor.

              “Sisters, that owl guy is back,” she informed them dully.  Mabel looked up at Ford.

              “‘Owl guy’?” she whispered.  Ford scowled.

              “The second time I met them, one decided that I bore a resemblance to an owl. Ever since, they have refused to call me by my proper name,” he replied quietly.  Mabel nodded slowly.

              “I can see it,” she said.  Ford rubbed his face.

              “Good,” snapped one of the teenagers that was fighting in the kitchen. She had short flaming red hair, that, like the walls, was emitting a soft glow.  “He can tell you how terrible you’re being!”

              “I’m not being terrible!” snapped the other teen.  Her hair was bright white and curly.  What looked like snow drifted from her hair onto her shoulders.  “You are!”

              “Ladies, what seems to be the problem?” Ford asked, stepping forward. The teenagers looked over at him.

              “She broke my lucky necklace!” shouted the redhead.

              “Well, she keeps saying she’s going to move in with her boyfriend!” snapped the white-haired girl.  Ford closed his eyes.

              “Fantastic.  Boy trouble again,” he muttered.  Mabel patted his arm.

              “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this,” she said confidently.  She walked over to the kitchen.  The teenagers stared at her.  “Hello, lovely ladies, my name is Mabel Pines.”

              “Are you related to the owl guy?” asked the redhead.  Mabel nodded.

              “I sure am!  I came with him today because I’m much more qualified than he is to handle arguments of this nature.  I mean, can a boy really solve a problem that girls have?” she asked with a wink.  The white-haired girl giggled.

              “That’s a good point.  He was pretty lost last time.”

              “I’m not unqualified,” Ford muttered.

              “Uncle Ford, Mabel’s really good with people,” Dipper whispered.  “Just give her a chance.”  A strange emotion flashed across Ford’s face.

              “Very well.  But don’t-”

              “-tell Mr. McGucket,” Dipper finished for him.  “Yeah, I don’t think he’d be happy if he heard about Mabel trying to be a counselor for weather gods.”  Ford nodded silently.  He and Dipper turned their attention back to Mabel, who was leading the teens to the large couch in the living room.

              “We’ll be able to talk much better like this,” Mabel said calmly, settling herself onto a chair directly across from the large couch.  “Now, first things first.  What are your names?”

              “Oh, humans can’t pronounce them,” said the redhead.  “We’re nature, personified.  You’d need to be a nymph at least to even hear them.”

              “All right.  No problem.” Mabel pointed to the redhead.  “Lemme guess.  You’re in charge of the sun?”  The redhead nodded.  “Then you’ll be Sunny.”  She pointed at the white-haired girl.  “Snowy.” She pointed at the gloomy girl that had answered the door.  “Rainy.” She pointed at the last teenager, who had been watching Sunny and Snowy bicker in the kitchen.  “Hmm…”  The girl had a bright yellow, spiky pixie cut.  Minute bolts of lightning shot from the ends of her hair.  “Sparky!”

              “I like it!” Sparky enthused.  Mabel grinned.

              “So.  What happened?” she asked.  Sunny crossed her arms.

              “Snowy destroyed my lucky necklace.  My prized possession.”

              “Maybe it was an accident,” Mabel suggested.  Sunny scoffed.

              “There’s no way it was!  She knows that I was wearing it when I met Josh!”  Mabel frowned.  “My boyfriend.  Josh.” Sunny sighed dreamily.  “He’s the most handsome satyr in all of Gravity Falls.”

              “The boyfriend that Snowy said you’re gonna move in with?” Mabel asked. Sunny nodded.  She glared at Snowy, her mood switching immediately from lovesick to vicious.

              “Snowy doesn’t want me to be happy!  She wants me to stay here, in this tree, for forever!”  Ford shifted slightly beside Dipper.  Dipper looked up at him, but Ford’s expression was unreadable. “She lashed out at me and decided to destroy the thing that, honestly, is the reason I’m moving out.  It’s my lucky necklace.  If I hadn’t been wearing it when I met Josh, I wouldn’t have had the guts to talk to him, and we never would have dated.”

              “Lucky necklaces are important,” Mabel said solemnly.  The weather gods nodded in agreement.  “Okay, that’s your side of the story.  Snowy, care to share yours?”

              “It was an accident,” Snowy said.  “I bumped the jewelry stand by accident and it fell and broke.”

              “If it was such an accident, why didn’t you tell me right away?” Sunny asked snidely.

              “Because I am angry that you’re moving out!” Snowy shouted.  A flurry of snowflakes burst from her hair and settled onto the couch, melting as they landed near Sunny.  “I didn’t really care you would be upset.  I mean, you’re abandoning us!”

              “Abandoning you?  I’m moving into the next glen over!” Sunny shouted back.

              “You’re still leaving!  I mean, with you gone, we-”  Snowy’s voice broke.  “-we won’t be the weather gods anymore.  We’ll just be two forms of precipitation and- and an electrician.”  Sunny’s eyes widened.

              “Wait, you- you don’t really think that, do you?  You don’t really think I’m- I’m abandoning you?” she asked quietly.  Snowy looked away.  “Snowy…I might not live with you guys, but we won’t stop being weather gods with each other.” Sunny took a hold of Snowy’s hand. “We’re still sisters.  Even if we don’t live in the same place anymore.” Snowy let out a loud sniff.

              “You- you mean it?” she asked.

              “Duh!”  Sunny frowned.  “And you’re telling the truth?  My necklace got broken on accident?  You didn’t do it on purpose?”

              “Of course not!  I might not be happy you’re leaving, but I wouldn’t try to sabotage you,” Snowy scoffed.  “I’m too busy to do that right now, anyways.  It’s winter, after all.”

              “Yeah, that’s a good point,” Sunny mused.  She and Snowy smiled at each other.

              “So…problem solved?” Mabel prompted.  The sisters looked at her.

              “Yes, definitely, absolutely.  Thank you so much for your help.  You did that much faster than owl guy would have,” Sunny said.  Ford let out a wordless grumble.  Mabel clapped her hands.

              “Great!  See, sometimes, just talking it out can take care of your issues!  Next time there’s a problem, try that first, before you make it snow in July or something like that.  Actually…”  Mabel tapped her chin.  “If you guys do make it snow in July, give me a heads up.  I’ve always wanted to build a snowman in summer.”

              “Anything for the sweet little human that helped us work through our issues,” Sunny said, ruffling Mabel’s hair.  Mabel laughed.  She turned to Sparky and Rainy.

              “One last thing.  You guys did stuff to the weather, too.”

              “Oh, we don’t have any quarrel,” Sparky said, waving a hand.  “We just saw an opening to control the weather and took it.”

              “Ah.  Okay. I get it.”  Mabel hopped up from her chair.  “Well, it was delightful meeting you, and I hope things work out with Josh, Sunny.”  Mabel walked back over to Ford and Dipper.  “Goodbye!”

              “Yes, goodbye,” Ford mumbled with a nod.  The weather gods waved goodbye at them.  The door to the outside opened on its own.

              “Oh, owl guy?” Sparky called.  Ford sighed.

              “Yes?”

              “Next time you wanna poke your big ole honker into our business, bring her with.  She’s way better at this than you are.”

              “I’ll keep that in mind,” Ford muttered.  He quickly ushered Dipper and Mabel out into the woods.  The temperature had dropped.  A light snow was beginning to fall.

              “That was fun,” Mabel said cheerfully.

              “Hmph,” Ford grunted.  Mabel looked up at him, worried.

              “Uncle Ford, if I upset you by taking over, I’m sorry-”

              “No, no need to apologize, my dear.  Sparky was right.  You were much better at that task than I have been in the past.  I’m just…”  Ford paused. “Their fighting brought back some memories.”

              “Does it have to do with you and Stan?” Dipper jumped in eagerly.  Ford nodded slowly.  “What- what happened between you guys?  I can’t think of anything Mabel could ever do that would make me half as mad as you are at Stan.”

              “It’s…it’s a long story,” Ford said softly.

              “Well, luckily, it’s a long walk back,” Mabel said.  She fixed her best puppy dog eyes on Ford.  “Could you tell us while we walk?  Please?”  At Mabel’s begging, a small smile quirked the corner of Ford’s mouth.

              “All right.  I’ll tell you.  Since it concerns your father, it’s probably something you should know anyways.”

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              The day after Mabel had gotten the weather gods to talk out their problems instead of causing havoc in the local climate, Dipper, Mabel, Ford, and Fiddleford gathered in the shack’s kitchen for breakfast.  Fiddleford had whipped up a breakfast scramble and was doling it into bowls set in front of Dipper and Mabel.

              “And there’s plenty of proper southern-style biscuit gravy to top it with,” he said proudly.  “I didn’t put it on directly ‘cause someone doesn’t like it.”  Fiddleford frowned at Ford.  Ford shrugged.  Mabel grinned.

              “Well, I like it.  Where is it, Mr. McGucket?” she asked.  Fiddleford nodded at a saucepan on the stove.

              “Right there, lil lady.  Why don’t you and yer brother help yourselves to some?”

              “Yes!”  Mabel rushed over to the counter with her bowl.  Dipper followed at a more sedate pace.  Fiddleford scooped some of the scramble into the dish in front of Ford.

              “Thank you fer sharin’ yer history with Stan last night,” he whispered to Ford.  After Dipper and Mabel had gone to bed, Ford finally caved and told Fiddleford the same story he’d told Dipper and Mabel as they walked back from the weather gods’ tree. Ford flushed slightly.

              “Yes, well, it wasn’t right to keep you in the dark any longer. Particularly given that Dipper and Mabel pried it out of me.”

              “Still.  I appreciate it.”  Fiddleford rested his hand on Ford’s shoulder.  Ford smiled at him.  There was a loud knock on the front door.  All heads turned.  “You expectin’ anyone, Stanford?” Fiddleford asked.

              “I don’t think so.  Unless…” A shadow crossed Ford’s face. Fiddleford frowned.

              “You think it might be yer brother?  But ya didn’t send fer him that long ago.”

              “When I spoke with him, he said he was in the area,” Ford muttered, getting up from the table.  Dipper and Mabel looked at each other, Dipper having paused in the middle of scooping gravy into his bowl.  “I’ll handle it.  Please, the three of you, enjoy your breakfast.”  Ford exited the kitchen.  Fiddleford looked at Dipper and Mabel.

              “You heard ‘im.  Finish gettin’ yer gravy and then sit back down to eat.”

              “But Mr. McGucket, Stan’s gonna know something’s up when he sees us!” Mabel whispered.  “We’re not his kids!”

              “I know, I know,” Fiddleford said in a low voice.  “But there’s nothin’ we can do ‘bout that right now.  Get somethin’ in yer bellies and we’ll play the sit’ation by ear.”  Before Dipper and Mabel could get back to their seats, however, they heard a voice they recognized immediately.

              “Somethin’ smells pretty good.  Did you finally learn how to cook, Poindexter?”  Dipper put the ladle back into the saucepan and hurried back to his chair, as did Mabel.

              “No, I didn’t cook.  My partner did.”

              “Your partner, eh?”

              “Research partner.”  Ford appeared in the kitchen entryway, visibly disgruntled.  “Children, Fiddleford, meet my twin brother, Stanley Pines.” Ford stepped to the side, allowing for Stan to enter.  Stan stepped into the room.  His gaze landed on Dipper and Mabel.  His brow furrowed.  He looked back at Ford, jerking his thumb in Dipper and Mabel’s direction.

              “Who’re these two?”

[ynkkoo-a]

            ♡◞  𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐨  𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒖  !

            not  at  me  repurposing  one  of  my  theme  graphics  bc  i’m  a  lil  lazy  babie  ,  but  !  since  i  jus  hit  another  follower  milestone  n  the  decade  is  comin  to  a  close  ,  i  jus  wanted  to  say  thank  u  to  all  my  mutuals  n  followers  n  such  who  rly  made  this  last  year  enjoyable  on  this  hellsite  !  2019  was  tough  on  a  lot  of  us  in  a  lot  of  ways  ,  but  we  all  did  it  ,  babyluvs  !  we  saw  it  out  to  the  end  n  hopefully  the  20′s  are  a  lot  prettier  for  us  all  !  p.s.  i’m  sorry  to  anyone  not  mentioned  !  i  hav  the  memory  n  attention  span  of  a  babie  fish  ,  but  i  luv  all  of  u  soso  so  much  n  u  rly  all  do  mean  the  absolute  world  to  me  !  ♡

            first  off  ,  jus’  a  quick  an  honourable  mention  to  all  of  my  nonnies  of  the  year  ,  wherever  u  babies  are  now  !  in  particular  ,  my  cherry  nonnie  ,  my  jk  anon  (  @jminacious​​  )  ,  my  boo  ,  my  strawberry  nonnie  ,  n  my  grades  anon  !  n  anyone  else  who  has  sent  me  sweet  nonnies  ,  these  r  jus  the  recurring  ones  of  the  year  heh  !  u  sweet  nonnies  own  my  heart  n  truly  made  this  blog  such  a  lovely  n  pretty  n  positive  experience  for  me  ,  n  i  cannot  properly  express  w  words  how  much  all  of  ur  sweet  mssgs  meant  n  mean  to  me  always  !  ^♡^

            starting  off  w  the  mutuals  i  literally  never  speak  to  ,  bc  of  my  shy  babie  antics  ,  but  who  i  admire  from  afar  so  much  !  ur  all  soso  talented  ,  jus  all  around  beautiful  souls  who  deserve  the  prettiest  days  .  pleathe  feel  free  to  come  talk  to  me  ,  i’ll  luv  u  down  w  my  whole  heart  since  i’m  practically  ur  secret  admirer  anyway  .

@miyanez , @kimseokjvn , @rmsrpt , @capitae , @chunghart , @aronpiper , @jinjeongguks , @yukhciz , @cjdoesrpt , @pocmuzings ,  @chuuiez , @leeieno , @igorrpt , @luvgifs , @joonkookies , @drunkblushed , @savta , @frcylan , @jinsoouls  !

            now  ,  to  give  all  my  luv  to  those  who  literally  . . .  hav  my  heart  .  we  haven’t  talked  much  ,  again  bc  i’m  a  shy  babie  ,  tho  sum  of  us  hav  jus  recently  been  talking  more  which  makes  me  very  sparkly  ,  but  !  we  exchange  ims  here  or  there  ,  send  an  ask  or  two  ,  reply  to  n  like  each  other’s  posts  ,  support  each  other’s  content  ---  u  know  ,  we’re  cute  mutuals  !  the  ‘  will  they  ,  won’t  they  ‘  mutuals  !  for  realsies  ,  tho  ,  ur  all  so  talented  ,  whether  it  be  in  making  gifs  or  themes  or  graphics  or  writing  or  whatever  !  ur  talent  astounds  me  n  i  am  beyond  in  luv  w  u  !

@sprfluous , @chanheez , @loonarz , @jungjnsoul , @yeriimss , @hotjoong , @hiqey , @tcehyvng , @kvinabstract , @stcinfelds , @kermitgrinch , @mcninas , @doyyeon , @jminssii , @jiminslolli , @raihelps , @svnflxwer , @softcarpenters  !

            n  now  for  honourable  mentions  !  the  few  ppl  on  this  site  who  my  shy  babie  antics  did  not  keep  me  from  talking  to  n  becoming  friends  w  .  these  are  the  literal  luvs  of  my  life  !  our  ships  are  literally  *chefs  kiss*  ,  i  feel  comfy  cryin’  n  rantin’  to  u  guys  without  worryin  abt  being  annoying  n  i  hope  the  feelin’  is  mutual  ,  i  don’t  feel  even  an  ounce  of  anxiety  when  talkin’  to  u  guys  which  is  such  a  major  thing  for  me  ?  i  consider  u  guys  my  friends  sm  n  our  friendship  literally  means  the  world  to  me  .  ur  soso  talented  in  so  many  ways  n  u  hav  the  loveliest  hearts  ,  n  i’m  so  honoured  to  be  able  to  be  ur  friend  n  to  write  w  u  all  !  

            p.s.  there’s  cute  lil  mssgs  for  each  of  u  under  the  cut  !

@pointlcss , @ultraviclets , @musetories , @briingmetolifc , @heartvfire  !

♡◞  @pointlcss  !

                    alli  !  ♡  i  am  literally  so  happy  that  u  happened  upon  my  lil  1x1  post  a  couple  months  back  n  decided  to  mssg  me  abt  threading  bc  our  cute  lil  starstruck  plot  turned  into  a  friendship  that  i  am  soso  so  thankful  for  ?  there  is  not  anyone  that  i  wld  hav  rather  gone  thru  it  over  jungoo’s  long  hair  ,  tattoos  ,  n  haircut  w  .  that  one  pic  of  jjk  from  season’s  greetings  as  our  matching  discord  icons  . . .  stayin’  up  to  yell  abt  stray  kids’  n  txt’s  comebacks  . . .  i  literally  luv  this  for  us  ?  ur  soso  talented  n  making  gifsets  n  writing  ,  n  i’m  so  happy  i  cld  make  this  last  year  a  lil  bit  special  for  u  ,  bc  u’ve  made  this  year  such  a  special  n  pretty  one  for  me  too  !  i  can’t  wait  to  see  where  our  cute  lil  plot  n  ship  takes  n  i  hope  the  year  has  even  more  luvly  things  in  store  for  us  !  i  luv  n  adore  u  soso  so  much  .  u  rly  are  the  sweetest  soul  out  there  n  i’m  so  happy  to  consider  u  a  friend  !  also  thank  u  for  jus’  now  informing  me  abt  bts’  2020  tour  i  owe  u  my  lifeKSHDKJ  ♡

♡◞  @ultraviclets  !

                    ness  !  ♡  literally  . . .  the  luv  of  my  life  ,  perhaps  ?  i  remember  following  u  when  u  published  ur  first  theme  ,  bc  i  was  jus  like  .  wowow  wubbzy  ?  this  is  beautiful  n  free  n  i’m  broke  n  u  hav  my  heart  ?  n  u  know  ,  for  a  while  we  were  sort  of  will  they  ,  won’t  they  mutuals  ,  too  ,  which  was  cute  for  us  ,  but  i  think  we  actually  started  talking  when  we  were  both  in  abroad  ?  n  then  u  mssged  me  later  on  to  lmk  that  jjk  was  open  in  ur  rp  if  i  wanted  to  join  n  it  made  me  so  absolutely  soft  ???  like  .  ik  it  was  jus  a  lil  thing  but  u  captured  my  whole  HEART  in  that  moment  ?  n  now  ur  genuinely  sumone  that  i  trust  so  much  ,  like  .  the  other  day  when  u  let  me  rant  to  u  a  lil  bit  abt  smth  kinda  silly  ,  rly  ,  it  jus  meant  the  world  to  me  ?  n  u  mean  the  world  to  me  n  !!!  writing  w  u  is  absolutely  wonderful  always  n  our  current  ship  is  *chefs  kiss*  even  tho  i  hav  yet  to  reply  to  our  thread  again  BUT  !!!  i  will  do  it  ,  i  pinky  promise  ,  i’m  sorry  i’m  the  worst  .  u  deserve  the  whole  wide  world  .  ur  talented  beyond  belief  ,  ur  such  a  blessing  to  the  rpc  n  this  hellsite  as  a  whole  ,  n  i  adore  n  am  soso  so  thankful  for  our  luvly  lil  friendship  every  time  we  talk  .  u  truly  hav  made  this  icky  year  a  lot  less  icky  !  u  hav  my  whole  heart  !  ♡

♡◞  @musetories  !

                    sarah  !  ♡  u’ve  genuinely  been  one  of  my  best  friends  for  four  years  +  one  month  now  n  like  ?  wowow  wubbzy  ?  that’s  such  a  long  time  !  from  the  rp  that  shall  not  be  named  to  lit  rally  whatever  tf  we’re  doin  rn  .  u  were  the  first  person  i  ever  rly  shipped  w  on  this  hellsite  ,  even  tho  i  was  a  whole  babie  n  my  writing  was  godforsaken  at  the  time  .  n  now  we  lit  rally  hav  so  many  ships  up  our  sleeves  that  i  can’t  even  name  them  all  ,  but  i  luv  each  n  every  one  of  them  soso  so  much  ?  sum  of  them  are  so  iconic  that  they’re  jus’  eternal  now  (  we’re  rly  ALWAYS  on  our  eli  &  zazzy  bullshit  )  n  i  kind  of  adore  that  for  us  ?  we’ve  spent  so  many  our  jus’  stayin  up  into  the  night  /  morning  writing  novels  in  my  dms  ,  n  those  are  genuinely  sum  of  my  fondest  rp  memories  ?  we  don’t  rly  talk  quite  as  much  anymore  ,  but  that’s  okay  n  it  happens  !  we’ve  had  sum  ups  n  downs  ,  but  i’m  genuinely  soso  so  thankful  for  ur  friendship  these  last  four  years  n  here’s  to  four  more  heh  !  n  also  u  got  my  into  bts  so  i  owe  u  my  lifeKJSHKD  ♡

♡◞  @briingmetolifc  !

                    mozzie  !  ♡  wowow  wubbzy  ,  i  cld  genuinely  write  a  novel  abt  u  ?  we’ve  been  friends  for  practically  four  years  now  ,  too  ,  n  to  think  it  all  started  w  our  one  lil  ship  in  the  rp  that  shall  not  be  named  !  i  can  actually  n  genuinely  jus  talk  to  u  abt  anything  ?  whether  it  be  our  ships  ,  a  random  plot  i  wanna  write  ,  the  political  state  of  our  country  ,  how  fucked  ap  classes  are  ,  mister  jungoo  himself  ,  whatever  issues  i’m  having  w  sumone  that  i  need  to  get  off  my  chest  ---  there’s  literally  no  limit  or  bounds  to  what  we  can  talk  to  n  it’s  so  nice  ?  like  .  i  genuinely  trust  u  so  much  ?  u’ve  always  jus  kinda  been  That  Person  who  i  know  i  can  trust  w  anything  ,  who  i  never  felt  wld  judge  me  ?  like  i  can  jus  tell  u  anythin  ,  i  trust  u  so  much  .  ur  genuinely  one  of  my  best  friends  ,  even  when  ur  tryin  to  fight  my  babie  or  we’re  both  bein’  bratty  n  silent  treatmenting  each  other  or  ur  bein  a  stubborn  lil  babie  n  won’t  let  me  do  ur  theme  for  u  even  tho  !!!  i  luv  doing  ur  themes  !  but  it’s  okay  bc  u  hav  my  heart  ,  n  i  genuinely  ???  wld  be  such  a  different  person  w/o  u  in  my  life  for  the  past  four  years  i’m  sure  ?  n  also  ur  such  an  amazing  writer  ,  ur  muses  are  so  unique  n  ur  writing  is  so  fluid  n  ???  god  !!!  everythin  abt  u  is  smth  that  i  adore  .  pleathe  come  to  california  n  be  my  first  kissie  . . .  i  luv  u  !  ♡

♡◞  @heartvfire​  !

                    kacchan  !  ♡  oh  my  god  ???  where  in  the  world  do  i  even  BEGIN  ???  ur  genuinely  one  of  the  most  important  ppl  in  my  life  .  i  met  u  first  when  i  was  a  literal  fckin  babie  in  the  rp  that  shall  not  be  named  a  whole  four  years  ago  now  ,  n  like  .  we  didn’t  talk  a  ton  at  first  ,  but  u  were  never  weird  or  condescending  bc  i  was  young  ?  like  ,  we  eventually  did  start  talking  n  i’m  soso  like  ???  happy  that  we  got  close  ?  like  .  since  day  one  ,  i’ve  looked  up  to  ur  writing  n  u  as  a  person  ?  ur  characters  were  always  so  insanely  creative  and  unique  and  ur  writing  was  so  fluid  n  beautiful  n  just  ?  u  were  literal  goals  to  lil  14yr  old  kookoo  .  n  even  now  ,  whenever  i  do  a  reply  to  u  ,  i  will  literally  write  n  rewrite  it  five  times  over  before  posting  it  bc  i  want  to  make  sure  it’s  as  good  as  urs  is  !  like  !!!  god  ur  so  talented  !  n  like  .  especially  as  of  late  ,  we’ve  jus  gotten  super  close  ?  n  like  .  i’m  genuinely  so  happy  abt  it  ???  our  friendship  is  genuinely  a  WHOLE  blessing  in  my  life  ,  like  .  ik  i  can  talk  to  u  abt  anything  n  u  can  talk  to  me  abt  anything  n  we’ll  meet  eachother  w  the  same  amount  of  enthusiasm  ?  we  can  vent  to  each  other  n  completely  understand  n  empathise  n  talk  things  out  so  we  feel  better  n  it’s  jus  ???  we  jus’  get  each  other  ??  so  nice  .  thank  u  for  listening  to  me  when  i’m  anxious  or  sad  ,  n  for  not  thinkin  ill  of  me  when  i’m  bein  a  brat  ,  even  when  it’s  for  silly  reasons  ,  n  for  listenin  to  n  not  judging  me  when  i  talk  abt  jungoo  n  bts  ,  even  tho  i  talk  to  them  a  lot  n  ik  i  can  be  a  bit  much  sumtimes  .  like  ,  genuinely  ?  i’m  abt  to  start  crying  rn  ,  i’m  so  thankful  for  u  .  u’ve  helped  shape  me  so  much  as  a  person  .  helped  me  grow  as  a  writer  .  i  met  u  at  one  of  the  worst  n  most  important  ages  of  my  life  n  u’ve  impacted  my  life  such  an  insane  amount  ???  u’ve  always  been  the  first  person  to  talk  to  n  comfort  me  when  things  go  to  shit  n  i  truly  cannot  express  how  much  that  has  always  meant  to  me  .  i  genuinely  think  i  wld  be  a  bit  of  a  different  person  n  not  as  confident  in  my  writing  if  i  didn’t  hav  u  to  look  up  to  for  these  past  four  years  .  i  trust  u  so  much  n  i  luv  u  soso  so  much  !  n  i  am  going  to  reply  to  the  dm  u  sent  me  properly  ,  i  jus  need  2  formulate  my  thoughts  properly  first  ,  so  pleathe  hav  this  for  now  !  u  literally  hav  my  whole  HEART  !!!  ♡

[badgersgarbage]

Kris(py kreme lol)

eyy nice

This one’s gonna be a long one though, just to let you know.

Physical attributes:

In terms of height, I’d say they’d be 5'4 at the time of the game but probably grows up to be 5'9 or so.

They’re pretty thin in general, but not without a hint of muscle, mostly from school activities.

I, personally, envision Kris as being biologically male, but that’s just me. Not something I hold onto as a hard-and-fast rule, mind you, and not something I’ll chastise people over not following.

Not so much biological in this case, but I can see Kris identifying as agender.  Or is just apathetic to the whole gender thing entirely and doesn’t really care how people refer to them as.  I tend to write them with they/them pronouns but I can see them not caring if people use he/him or she/her when talking about them.

Abilities and skills:

Despite their generally reserved nature, Kris is remarkably good at negotiating and, in some cases, outright manipulation of others.  But they often choose not to do the latter, mainly because that usually just means more trouble than it’s worth.

Very good at being quiet and slinking around, given their propensity for pranking others.

On a similar note, they’re very good at planning things in advance and working out all manner of schemes well beforehand.

In terms of combat prowess, however, they’ve only learned stuff from the various books, video games and anime they’ve consumed.  They’re not a trained swordsman or anything, and tend towards flashy moves, but it’s not like they’re expecting to stab anybody for realsies.

Has a fair bit of determination they can call upon, but not nearly as much as, say, Frisk or Chara would in their own world.  Generally this only comes out when they feel invested in something (such as the Dark World), but otherwise it’s kind of just the same sort of background levels a human like them would have.  More on that below.

His life and personality:

Honestly, we already know a lot about Kris’ home-life:  grew up in a loving family, then the parents split none-too-happily, then their brother Asriel left for college and they’ve been kind of alone ever since.

Spent a lot of time with Asriel in school and, particularly during and after the divorce, relied on him the most for emotional support.  So when Asriel left, they felt like their only friend had left, and they withdrew quite significantly.

Adopted at a very young age, since they seemed unaware that humans don’t normally grow horns.  So probably barely knew their biological parents, if at all.

Likely has some form of depression, as well as some mild sociopathic and/or psychopathic tendencies.  Not enough to be a major worry, but enough for them to be seen as the ‘creepy kid’.

Almost everything they have is a hand-me-down from Asriel - given that Asriel was probably generally bigger than them, their clothes are often quite big on them.  And unfortunately remind them almost always of their brother.

On the neglected end of child favouritism, with Asriel being shown a lot of love by Toriel and… well, no shortage of love given to Kris, but perhaps not as many displays of it.  Generally grew up expecting not to have much stuff so doesn’t often ask for things from others.  Which is why they found the stuff from the Dark World so important to them, and they loathe the Player for dropping it.

When they were younger and less emotionally withdrawn they were, in short, a little shit.  Pulling pranks, tormenting Noelle, and generally having very little impulse control.  All relatively harmless, but still with almost no way to stop it unless someone basically took them by the hand and said ‘hey no don’t do that’.

Now, a good way to describe them would be ‘apathetic’.  They no longer have any real motivation, no desire to do much except sleep, and generally don’t care about anything, wandering through life as it happens around them.

Ironically, that’s what makes them perfect for a vessel for the Player’s SOUL - they feel pretty much empty and devoid of purpose.  However, the issue with that is that after some time, Kris reacted poorly to it, which is a theory/thoughtdump for later on.

Actually really enjoys playing the piano, particularly fairly slow and soulful tunes.

Now again, this might be my bias showing, but I can almost imagine them getting on better with Asgore than Toriel.  Difference in hugs aside, it’s pretty clear Kris cares about them (putting the danny devit-egg in the fridge without player input being the strongest of the possible evidence I can think of at this point).  I can at least see them being deeply embarrassed by how Toriel seems to treat them like a young child still, and perhaps even resents her for it in a pretty typical teenage way.

Really, really, really likes dragons.  Probably quite liked drawing them too.  might also be a strong point as to why I ship them with susie but shhhhh we can talk about ships later

Generally doesn’t like talking to people.  Not much of a conversationalist, or likes interacting with others in general.  Probably was like that even before Asriel left.

Doesn’t express themselves much.  Like, at all.  Their face is almost perpetually tired-looking and they only give small gestures for reaction.  This is slightly different in the Dark World, where they actually do move their face - their mouth remains fairly steady, but their eyes carry most of the emotion.

Has no interest in the whole religion that Toriel and Asriel (latter is a probability as opposed to a guarantee) subscribe to, which probably puts them at odds with their mother.

As a friend/romantic interest:

Being the withdrawn, socially-awkward mess they are, I can see them being particularly apprehensive about getting close to anyone in all respects; mentally, physically and emotionally.

Will let the other person take the ‘lead’ in their friendship, and will generally follow along with whatever they do.

After a while they might get comfortable enough to really, fully unload all manner of heartache and personal stuff onto you, more as a way to get it off their chest.  Then, they’d probably finally start to be expressive around you.

If romance becomes involved, it’d be pretty much the same, except then they’d also feel more comfortable with physical contact.  Almost to the point of never letting go, but almost.

Probably wouldn’t take any form of abandonment too well either, and might frequently try to seek attention just so they can feel some kind of validation.  After a while they’d probably chill in the latter regard, but the first would still be something they always fear.

Really though just give them lots of affection and love (platonic or otherwise), be prepared to have an emotional wreck on your hands, and you’ll end up with a steadfast friend/partner who might do the occasional bad thing but genuinely means well.

Oh yeah, and get ready to deal with weird stuff with SOULs.

And them getting up in the middle of the night for snacks

[vltrared]

I'm 23 and i NEVER had a romantic relationship for realsies I had ldr flings and I had casual sex, not even fwbs, I will never fool myself into a fwb situation but idk if my decisions so far have been even worse. I CAN'T TALK TO GUYS, they always take me off guard. I've worked in retail and whenever a guy around my age would come i could feel actually flushing and this happens to me at college too. I get shy around younger boys and it makes me powerless it makes me feel like a creep bc at least while working i had some sort of script i could follow but what I'm suppossed to do with these cute college guys? I can't even look at them in the eye so i just give short answers and leave for the next class but actually just go to my car/the bathroom bc I know there might be another cute boy in the next class and the cycle never ends. I cant even talk to cute girls, I feel inferior to everyone despite being the oldest most of the time bc im a fucking retard who went back to college bc couldnt even hold a job. I just feel like a fucking creep and weird all thw time and im p sure some ppl realized bc i actually tried to make friends and miserably failed, at this point i just live for the proffessors aproval until they find out that im actually a worm brain that cant even study.