#(god agdgdg)

[theaterism]

“not interested. the letters alone look dodgy.”

#|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☆| ic #(deleted this on accident. posting it again bc apparently this is happening to more people and i’m just agdgdg) #(GOD) #(don’t reply to my open starters!!) #(fox and i are both too tired to deal with this!!!!) #(tbd!!)

[liighthouse]

god i have both tesni and nesta listed as options for the selkie’s name in my notes and i am STRUGGLING to pick which one

#|༄| ooc #(working on character pages and agdgd) #(this is the silliest thing to be stuck on but oh my god) #(if u have a favorite please let me know bc i’m dying agdgdg) #(i put tesni in her tag but i am not Entirely Certain which name has stronger selkie vibes…..) #(the meanings of both fit her tho!!)

[luescris]

*SCREAMING* SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

WAHAHSHWHEHSJHDHWWUWHAUAGSHAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OH MU GOD. MY HEAD IS SO FILLED WITH THOUGHTS. MY HEAD IS SO FULL I CAN'T FUNCTION NORMALLY RIGHT NOW ON GOD

SONIC IS SO FUCKING STUPID. BUT SO FUCKING SILLY AND ADORABLE AND AUAGAUGAUAGAUAGAHAGAG I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH YOU GUYS I CANT HANDLE HIM

HIS "Fascinating. But what I want to know is, how... Did you get in here???" AND "Are you ignoring me?? :( You're ignoring me. >:( Why is everyone ignoring me?!?! >>>:(((((" WHILE HE HAD HIS FACE PRESSED AGAINST SOMEONE ELSE'S IM- AHSGGEJEDG AAAAAAAA

I WILL HAVE THOSE TWO PARTS FOREVER STUCK IN MY HEAD IT'S TOO GOOD

ALSO. AMY??? RUSTY????? OH MY GOD. WAS HER TRANSFORMATION FORCED??? DID SHE CHOOSE TO BE ROBOTICISED???? OR WAS SGE CAPTURED??? SONIC IS RIGHT THAT IS SO FUCKED UP.

AND THE HELL WHY DID SHADOW DO THAT IN THE END

I mean I'm guessing cuz he thinks Sonic fucked shit up again (which. Sonic kinda did) BUT STILL BEING HIT IN THE NOSE IS A LITTLE UNCALLED FOR LIKE PLEASE??????

AND SPEAKING OF BEING PUNCHED IN THE FACE WHY THE HELL DID HE HIT HIS FACE SO MANY TIMES IN ONE EPISODE!??!??!? I MEAN I KNOW IT'S A GAG NOW BUT MY GOD SONIC HAS TO AT LEAST HAVE A CONCUSSION NOW POOR THING AGDGDGS

IM SO JUST. HOOOUGHHHHHGGGGHGGHHHHHHHHH

#AAAAAAAAAA #sonic prime #sonic prime netflix original #netflix original #netflix #sonic the hedgehog #sonic sega #sega #sega sonic #sonic #my stuff #luescris #I NEED MORE. I NEED MORE SO BAD

[pinevalley]

they slap their hands on the picnic table. "do you wanna hear about the circus ghost?" she was going to hear about the circus ghost. "they say he died in an accident within the train, or like---maybe he was murdered there, we don't really know 'cause he can't really speak to anybody. anyway, he only has certain wagons he can walk around in, but only when the train flies over russia, and listen: my theory is that either he was murdered while the train was flying over russia, or he just really wants to go back there. anyway, my point is: is the train better than a laundromat? what would you rate it?" (hi im so sorry abkdbk)

she absolutely wanted to hear about the circus ghost. cassie was about to agree, but then wren continued speaking on their own, and a smile spread across her face. the story itself caught her attention in an instant. she nodded along, eyes wide, leaning forward with interest. her focus skimmed along with the tale, darting in different directions with certain details. an accident or a murder, not speaking to anyone, confined to particular wagons, russia. then they asked a question and her thoughts stuttered.

she opened her mouth, then closed it. her brow furrowed for a few seconds in thought. “definitely train,” she decided. “‘cause like, even if he’s stuck in certain wagons and only at certain times, a couple wagons is still bigger than a laundromat, and russia is way bigger than a laundromat, and he’s got the view. seven outta ten. unless there’s no windows in those wagons, ‘cause if there’s no windows it’s a solid two outta ten ‘cause it’s just shaky boxes.”

a pause. “you gotta, like— i mean, you should try getting russian food or whatever and putting it in the wagons when the train’s flying over russia. or like— i dunno, those weird… wooden toy things… nesting dolls. ‘cause sometimes ghosts can only talk if you summon them, give them something they like or whatever. ‘cause, like, even if he can’t eat it — the food, y’know, not the dolls — it would, uh… bring him closer to life? i guess? reminders and stuff.”

she shook her head. “anyway, you gotta keep your train ghost happy if you really wanna solve the mystery. train’s better, though, than a laundromat. betcha matt would be jealous. i’m gonna tell him and see if he gets jealous. that’s another way to figure out which one’s better, right? you could be a ghost reporter, or like… a ghost… detective…”

#magickedhat #(AGDGHDHD I’M YELLING) #(THE WHOLE STORY AND THEN THE QUESTION AT THE END…..) #(i appreciate wren so much oh my gosh…..) #(they’re both SO chaotic and i absolutely adore the circus ghost like agdgdg he sounds so cool….. but also help him………..) #(cassie went all over the place and tbh valid agdgd she has!! many thoughts abt the mystery!!!!) #(but also god the fact she wants to support the circus ghost so much while she just wants to bother matt agdgd STOP….) #(thank u for this tho it’s iconic agsgdgdg) #|↟| inbox #|☽| cassie ( roadside smile ) #|↟| ic

[theaterism]

@magickedhat wren vc: "shit now we ACTUALLY have to throw rocks and break windows" NO.......

“first, i haven’t got any rocks left to throw. second, that’s— hm. not… the best idea? possibly? but i would like to sneak in and get those rocks back at some point, because i rather liked them.”

#magickedhat #(WREN NO AGDGDGDG) #(fox showing a Shred of maturity i’m crying agdgdg) #(GOD) #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☆| ic

[theaterism]

AGDGDGD

#|☆| ooc #(noji i saw that question in my askbox and laughed aloud agdgdg oh my god………….) #(thank u <3) #(nathaniel is Dying) #(AGAIN)

[theaterism]

i have a bad habit of listening to narrative podcasts as background noise and barely processing any of the story even after several episodes in

#|☆| ooc #(god agdgdg) #(currently it’s gre.ater boston) #(before that it was wt.nv) #(i rlly do want to know what’s going on but i just…. do not……) #(eventually i’ll relisten to it and figure it out agsgd)

[theaterism]

"hey, so--" sat on a crate, wren nudges the other with the tip of their shoe. was the motion a tiny bit shy? "you don't, like- you don't mind when i kinda kiss you and everything, right?" their heels are tap, tap, tapping against the crate as their smile gains a hint of shyness. "just... i realized i never asked you about it. or about, like-- about other types of kisses, i guess." yeah, their face is definitely turning pink. (hi im crying abkxbk)

foxtrot sat on the floor with his back pressed against the crate, tracing his finger beneath the lines on his script. at the nudge, he turned to look up at wren, and something in their demeanor made him falter. shyness? their question left him stunned. his eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly as they continued, though no words escaped right away. warmth prickled across his face, and the fact they were turning pink as well only baffled him more.

they finished speaking. foxtrot scrambled for a proper response. “wh— no, i don’t— um.” unable to hold their gaze, he looked back at his script and took a breath. “i don’t mind. really, it’s—” the tips of his ears burned, which meant a flush had already spread across his cheeks. this time foxtrot simply gave up. he pressed his face into his palms and mumbled, “i’m bad at this.” the words slipped out, muffled. hiding made it a bit easier to speak, though, so he kept his face covered as he went on, his voice soft but genuine. “it’s fine, though. yeah. no worries.”

#magickedhat #(AGDGDGDG HELLO FOX DIED) #(like !!!!! this is genuinely so sweet tho and i appreciate wren so much for asking!!!) #(and how shy they were abt it…. my heart…….) #(fox just agdgdg genuinely and truly Broke this time) #(cannot think!!) #(oh my god………………) #(he TRIED to reply tho and i support him agdgd) #(son…………) #|☆| inbox #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☆| ic #|☆| to the stars || fox & wren

[theaterism]

gosh the feeling of Waiting for deadline anxiety to kick in enough to Work On A Thing

#|☆| ooc #(i’m sobbing agdgdg) #(i have two final essays and the deadline is still a week away) #(which is apparently not close enough for my brain to be like ‘OKAY we can focus on this now-’) #(god agsgd) #(but!!! remarkably i still have time to hang out here tho i’ll probably be a bit quieter in the next couple weeks aaaa) #(i am so close to graduating and being Free…..) #(i hope i never have to write an essay again agsgd) #(i also have a comp sci presentation which will be Wild so wish me luck for that-)

[theaterism]

“right, but d’you know how many things i would miss if i slept properly?” he’s half-focused on untangling a jumble of wires, half-focused on defending himself, and all-around a bit dizzy. “if i finish repairing props and adjusting the lights at night, i’ve got more time to muck about during the day. it’s— it’s tactical.”

#|☆| open #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☆| ic #(god i’m crying AGDGDG) #(he has very valid reasons for not being able to sleep but also…… he avoids sleeping altogether way too often…………….) #(also ‘it’s tactical’ not if u pass out!!!)

[theaterism]

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!” (okay but wren legit saying this to juliet while hanging out with any of the triplets abkdbksh)

cat starters - always accepting tbh-

juliet had deemed wren’s latest shows of affection an unforgivable insult. she hissed and swatted at their fingers, her fur bristling. her tensed frame hinted she intended to lunge at them and latch onto their hand with already-bared fangs (tiny, yet quite sharp).

then a breath of laughter came from nearby. juliet’s gaze snapped toward it. foxtrot lay atop a crate, his braid grazing the floor. he cleared his throat to hide his smile, gave wren an upside-down look of shock, and said, in the most appalled tone he could muster:

“you touch juliet? you touch juliet like stage prop? oh, jail for wren! jail for wren for one— ow ow ow—” his words dissolved into soft sounds of pain as juliet — evidently miffed by his acting — decided to attack him instead. she’d sunk her claws into his braid and seemed fully intent on killing it without mercy, dodging his gentle attempts to detach her.

#magickedhat #(AGSGDGDGGDGD WOW I’M YELLING) #(i saw your ask and cried oh my god-) #(fox HAD to be chaotic and he’s rlly paying for it this time) #(son….. PLEASE…….) #(help him…….) #(the fact juliet basically rhymes with miette as well agdgdg GOSH) #(also fox is lowkey copying the times he’s seen wren lying upside down….. picking up a new habit……) #|☆| inbox #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☆| ic #|☆| to the stars || fox & wren

[theaterism]

Much like before, the wrapped gifts can be found laying on the siblings' pillows, though it's uncertain when or how Wren managed to break in and out of their room undetected. This might become a habit...

Charlie has received a set of brand-new prettily-wrapped paintbrushes, as though to accompany the last gift she was given. These ones had no special magic on them, save for the little messages Wren has painted on the wood themself! There's colorful emojis and comments, such as, "This belongs to a nerd", "owns the diabolical braincell", "big rabbit energy", and so on...

Victor's gift is... obvious by the shape of it, but unwrapping the thing anyway will reveal a cute mug with an even cuter face of a cat stamped on it! There's a note inside as well, which reads: "Until you realize that rules are made to be broken, here's a substitute cat for you. :3" Yes, they drew an emoji. They think they're so creative.

Foxtrot's gift is a small box in night blue wrapping paper, which contains two things: one is a golden sun necklace hanging on a black string, as though to stick to a joke shared only by the two of them. What's especially important about this necklace is that the sun spins: it can be twirled and rotated, made specifically for busy, restless fingers. Below the necklace, resting inside the box, is a polaroid photograph that seems to move like a soundless, repeating movie. It's a candid shot of something silly Foxtrot did in a theater costume. Wren's twinkling eye can be seen in the bottom of the shot. Behind the photo, in Wren's cleanest handwritting, reads:

"Incriminating evidence of you being adorable. Merry Halloween Part 2 And Happy Anniversary."

True, presents had appeared on the siblings’ pillows before, but this didn’t diminish the sense of wonder and joy they brought in the slightest.

Charlie adored the paintbrushes, and she laughed at the messages on each one. Her excitement didn’t stop her from donning the mindset of a detective, however. After all, this gift came with clues: 1) The messages had a familiar chaotic energy to them, and 2) the set went marvelously with the sketchbook from her birthday. The puzzle pieces clicked together in Charlie’s mind and left her with a strong hunch about who had delivered the gifts. Still, she barely kept herself from peeking beneath the wrapping of the other presents to gather more evidence.

Regret sparked within Charlie at the same time. She wished she’d remembered to give them a present as well. They deserved one. Not simply for the gratitude she felt for their gifts, but as an attempt to ease lingering tension between them. The seriousness of the incident had stuck with her, shaken something fragile in her, and she’d begun genuinely trying to hold herself accountable for her mistakes. She knew it would take much more time and effort to truly earn forgiveness from the person she’d hurt the most, but she’d committed herself to making amends.

In any case, she was now wholeheartedly determined to give Wren something in return. Something special. Surely it would be even more of a surprise to deliver it on a non-Christmas day, wouldn’t it?

(And another gift did mysteriously appear for Wren on the day after Christmas — a painting of an evening sky over Wetherton, with moving fireworks that burst again and again, their colors vibrant and glimmering. Charlie had used a page from the sketchbook and the new paintbrushes to create the piece. A message written in one corner reads: ‘The sketchbook and brushes are lovely! Thank you!! ☆’)

- ☆ -

Victor loved his gift as well, for more reasons than he could express. It was simple and practical in a way he appreciated, and the cuteness of the substitute cat made him smile. It mattered to him on a deeper level as well. He wasn’t used to being remembered by many people aside from his siblings. His quietness meant he often went overlooked. He usually didn’t mind, really, but it did feel a bit cold at times.

So, the thoughtfulness of this present — and the thoughtfulness of the blanket from several days ago — left a warmth in his chest he rarely experienced, and when he first sipped tea from the new mug, the warmth grew so great that his vision blurred a bit.

His brother asked if he was alright. Victor nodded and mumbled something about the drink being too hot. An unconvincing lie. Foxtrot didn’t press him for answers. Instead, he settled himself nearby and fiddled with a sort of necklace as Victor sat on his bed reading, the mug of tea close beside him. The brothers often offered comfort to each other in this manner — they simply provided a stable presence for the other, silent more often than not. But it was a comfortable silence, and Victor appreciated it.

(And Wren received another gift a day after Charlie’s — a small wooden rabbit, hand-whittled with great care. A note tied to it reads: ‘Thanks for the mug. It means a lot to me. Also, Juliet loves the blanket.’)

- ☆ -

Foxtrot’s pillow wasn’t empty this time. The box itself didn’t give many clues about its gifter, but Foxtrot had seen enough of his siblings’ presents — and he knew enough about Wren — that he could guess who had broken into their room so sneakily. A soft smile stole onto his face as he unwrapped the box.

With no small amount of surprise, he also realized the guilt in his chest didn’t ache as much as usual. The voice in his mind that liked reminding him he didn’t deserve anything had hushed to a low mutter. It was an unfamiliar feeling — though not unpleasant — and one he still struggled to trust and accept. But he was slowly getting better at adjusting to it.

A necklace. Amusement glimmered in his eyes at the inside joke it carried, and surprise leapt within him when the sun twirled beneath his fingers. There was thought put into this present — a deeper layer beneath the jests, a sense of familiarity with his habits. Warm appreciation washed over him.

He’d spotted motion beneath this gift. He carefully lifted the photograph, and a breath of wonder left him. It moved. His face warmed at the scene itself, but his grin widened all the same — especially when he spotted the unmistakable hint of Wren at the bottom. Something melted in him at the note.

“Silly,” he hummed softly, fiddling with the necklace that now hung around his neck. He tucked the photograph in a safe spot — in a drawer beside his bed, where his siblings couldn’t tease him for it, but where he could easily find the memory later on.

#magickedhat #(HI THIS GOT LONG TOO AND I CRIED WRITING IT AGSGDGDG) #(they absolutely loved the christmas gifts!!) #(they were all wonderful and i cried at wren’s cat note like agsgd oh my god…..) #(wren making a habit of breaking into their room unnoticed…. iconic………….) #(the necklace for fidgeting was super sweet!!) #(and!! more gifts from the lyles!! charlie and victor rlly wanted to give them something in return as well!!) #(i love them all so much agdgdg they’re good…..) #(BUT YEAH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! <3) #|☆| inbox #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☽| charlie ( nice rabbit ) #|☽| victor ( gentle bear ) #|☆| ic #|☆| save

[theaterism]

"the ticket price should depend on how slippery the floor actually is, because that will make greater skating acts. look, i'll demonstrate." shoes and socks off, wren took a few steps backwards, and---they dashed towards the stage, feet thumping against the wood, before allowing themself to slide across the floor through sheer momentum and slippery floorboards. they were whopping with glee until they really slipped and gracelessly fell on their butt, letting out a short yelp of pain. their smile when they looked backwards at fox was still playful, though. "the floor gets about four out of five stars, i think. but you should really find a better skater if you're aiming for something more than a comedic act."

a demonstration. foxtrot paused to watch, his mop gone still on the floor, and he couldn’t help smiling as they raced forward and slid across the stage. it did have potential as a skating rink, it seemed. then they slipped. his smile faltered, worry flitting across his face. but— they seemed alright afterward, if their bright smile and comment were any indication.

foxtrot exhaled a sigh and grinned back at them, amusement bright in his voice. “the comedic act was brilliant, i think. very impressive. i’d rate it…” he hummed and leaned on the mop, head tilted to one side in thought. “… four-point-five stars. and four stars for the floor isn’t nearly good enough. i’d switch the water with olive oil to make it more slippery, but i really would get banished for that.”

the mop slid beneath him, and his breath caught as he stumbled. somehow, he managed to regain his balance. he took a breath and discarded the mop on the floor — as though it were dangerous — then spoke as though it had never happened. “maybe with socks would be better. extra slippery, yeah?”

he tugged his shoes off and backed up before running toward the stage. he only stayed upright for a few seconds, his smile bright, but he performed a clumsy spin before slipping with a gasp. he landed on the floor as well with a thud. embarrassment warmed his face, but he beamed at wren all the same. “right, so— how about two comedic skaters? reckon we’d make money with that?”

#magickedhat #(AGDGDGDGD KIDS………) #(god i’m crying at how wren immediately Tested it like agdgd WOW!!!) #(and fox following their example!!!) #(NOT safe and very chaotic but they’re both having fun and it’s cute so like agdgdg) #(thank u for this!!!) #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☆| ic #|☆| inbox #|☆| to the stars || fox & wren

[theaterism]

GOSH IM CRYING I WAS IN CLASS AND MISSED EVERYTHING AGDGDGDGDG

#|☆| ooc #(IM SO SORRY) #(CHAOS) #(hang on i’m reading through it agdgdg) #(oh my god….) #(THE FACT WREN IS GATHERING BETS…. WILD………) #(BUT ALSO ICONIC…..)

[theaterism]

“hello, today fox stole my last cookie so i’m starting a kickstarter to banish him from the theater. the benefits of doing this would be that he’d never steal anything from me again. please sign here if you support me.” she held out a clipboard and pen.

#|☆| open #|☽| charlie ( nice rabbit ) #|☆| ic #(hi the kids are fighting AGDGDG) #(and when they fight like this charlie goes All Out) #(god i’m crying….) #(also i probably won’t use icons in any replies i just agdgd Needed to use some in the beginning to mark their posts apart…)

[theaterism]

i’ve discussed how castor can “stop” time (speed up time within a bubble that includes himself and whomever he’s speaking with; each hour in the bubble equals about a second outside the bubble).

can he also do the reverse, though?

slow down time within a bubble that includes himself and whomever he’s speaking with?

the answer is yes :)

#|☆| ooc #|☆| theater #|☆| headcanons #|☽| castor ( storyteller ) #(i’ll write more about this at some point i promise agdgdg) #(u spend an hour in the bubble and get out to discover 2.5 days have passed: Ah) #(he doesn’t use this aspect of his ability as much!) #(takes more energy) #(but it Does come in handy at times…) #(if he’s doing it in secret he has to keep his watch hidden otherwise someone would see the hands going Very Fast around it) #(god agdgd) #(Stop Him) #(also hello i’m here!!) #(it’s less hot today so i can focus!!)