#(hi i’m just crying agsgd)

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he melted, your honor!!

#|☆| dash comm #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☆| ic #(hi i’m just crying agsgd) #(they’re so soft……………)

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the number of obscure backstory references in nathaniel’s playlist-

#|☆| ooc #(hi i’m here for a bit and Thinking abt this agsgdg) #(i feel like a lot of writers have an impressive ability to associate songs with characters…..) #(but yeah i’m just agdgd yelling!!) #(i’ll share his playlist eventually bc i did have fun making it and some of the songs rlly do align scarily well with his story) #(but also… i haven’t explained everything yet so it would still be wild………) #(my taste in music is also Chaotic) #(also i am LOOKING at the dash and crying agsgd damian…. wren……….)

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🙊💬 + wren, for fox! <33

honest opinion - accepting

“They’re good,” Foxtrot hummed, matter-of-factly. “I mean— alright, they’ve got a knack for stealing and public disturbances and all that, but they’re good in the ways that count. Rules are boundaries on their particular sort of goodness.” His gaze stayed on his hands, which braided together long golden cords, part of a half-finished theater prop. A faint flush warmed his face as he continued. “They’ve got a wonderful smile. And a wonderful laugh. They’re a sunshine sort of person, you know? Just… bright. The brightest I’ve ever met.” A breath of laughter left him. “I mean, how many people look at a shopping cart and decide to fly it? They also know a brilliant amount about cryptids. And they’re fantastic at illusions, especially for pranks, which is the best use for them.” Memories of cat meows in the flower shop and their subway mischief flitted through his mind.

“And I feel…” His words trailed off. He’d never tried to articulate this piece aloud before. He inhaled and fidgeted with the cords, his fingers tugging at the smaller strands woven into them. “Um. Safer around them, I suppose? Which is strange, since we’re often doing rather unsafe things, but… I dunno. It’s tricky to explain. It’s just… like I can breathe a bit easier around them, I guess. And I don’t get stuck in thought as much, listening to them. It’s… it’s nice.”

As his thoughts shifted, his hands stilled on the cords. He resumed braiding them, slower than before. “They do like leaping into things, though. I want them to have fun, really, but I don’t want them to get hurt. I wish they’d be a bit more careful.”

A tightness spread over his chest, a need to stop talking. But he couldn’t. So he stifled the sensation and pressed on. “And I can tell when something’s bothering them sometimes. They’ll dodge talking about anything and skip straight to… to having fun. Distractions. And that’s alright, you know, I don’t want to force them to say anything. Prodding for secrets…” (a lesson he’d learned as a child; it left a bitter taste in his mouth now) “… I won’t do that to them. But I want to take away whatever’s hurting them, still. I can never quite reach it, though.”

His grasp on the cords tightened. He swallowed hard, his voice quieter as he went on. “Just… I want them to be okay, yeah? And when they aren’t okay, I wish they’d say something. They don’t have to pretend to be okay if they aren’t, I mean. I want to be there for them. I’m not entirely sure how sometimes, and I wish I was better at knowing the right thing to say, but still, I— I hope they feel like they can tell me things if they want, if distractions aren’t enough.

“Also, I—” The words caught. He inhaled shakily and focused on the cords. “Sometimes… I wish they didn’t know so much about me. About the mansion, and— and about my parents, and all that. Heavier things. I trust them, and I don’t want to disappoint them by hiding things, and I should be honest, but just…” So many conflicting thoughts rushed through his mind, but in the end, he settled on, “I don’t want to worry them. They don’t deserve to have to carry those things. They’ve already got too much on their shoulders, and they’ve done enough for me already. More than enough. More than I could ever repay them for.” His hands stilled again. His voice quieted more. “They’re… much too good for me, really.” He closed his eyes, took another breath. When he went on, his tone was decisive. “So… I won’t give them anything else to carry. Maybe someday, when things are lighter, but… for now, it’s better this way.”

He’d gotten caught in thought, distracted. The braid was still unfinished. He shook his head and gave a soft hum. “Sorry. Got a bit off track there, didn’t I?” He wove the last length of the cords together, then tied a knot at the end, securing the braid in place. He set it aside and reached for the next trio of golden cords to weave. “Point is— they’re brilliant and they deserve the world, and I’d like to help them get it. And I’ll help them find their parents along the way.”

#magickedhat #(wow this got long and it hurt me AGSGDH) #(he had a lot to say too!! he appreciates them a bunch!!) #(he Highkey got caught in worries midway through as well tho and hhhh) #(idk how well this stuck to the question either but yeah agsgd kids……) #(the fact they both worry about each other but they both don’t really know how to address those worries???? aaaa) #(also fox slipping back toward being more secretive abt heavier things??) #(bc he doesn’t want to burden them with anything else on top of finding their parents???) #(more likely than u think) #(god i’m crying agdgd) #(he just wants to lighten things and Take Away from what they need to deal with rather than Adding to it!!) #(he really is trying his best but aaaa!!) #|☆| inbox #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☆| ic #|☆| to the stars || fox & wren

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aha so guess who maybe found some fox icons,,,,,,

#|☆| ooc #(they aren’t perfect mostly bc he has his hair down in most of them but i’m still crying agdgd) #(and i’m still editing them agdgd him tho...) #(i probably won’t use them Super often and i’m still looking for better ones but i’m still happy i found these!) #(i also still consider his canon appearance the way noji draws him but!! yeah!!) #(fox son...) #(look he’s smiling i just agsgd)

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foxtrot’s dad taught him the best way to go about life was to swindle and deceive one’s way into success, bc that embodied the way he lived his life and he wanted his son to follow his footsteps. he essentially advocated the message that ‘being who you really are won’t get you anywhere, so you need to pretend to be someone else, someone better’, which caused a great deal of identity and self-confidence problems for his son. but fox shoved down those problems — and tried to mask other weaknesses — bc he needed to act confident to gain his dad’s approval. that habit of concealing weakness — and struggling to express certain deeper feelings honestly bc his dad insisted expressing those feelings was useless and only revealed vulnerability — carried on as he grew up.

#|☆| headcanons #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #(I’M JUST AGSGD YELLING!!!!) #(his dad’s lessons are so deeply ingrained and the fact that it’s Still hurting fox hurts me as well!!) #(but fox doesn’t rlly process it as pain bc he got so used to acting a certain way since he was a child) #(AND LIKE the amount of pressure placed onto him and the desire to gain his dad’s approval???) #(bc his dad made him believe that affection had to be Earned and that foxtrot wasn’t good enough as he was) #(and foxtrot still has so much trouble believing someone can genuinely care about him and see him as Worth caring about) #(especially if he makes a mistake or otherwise thinks something is his fault) #(bc the idea of unconditional kindness and compassion Toward Him seems almost impossible to fox) #(if it’s from someone aside from his siblings) #(‘i’m not good enough’ and ‘it’s my fault’ are two of his deepest beliefs and fears) #(i just!! cry!!!!!!)

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“if people are so worried about me maiming them, then perhaps they ought to focus on not doing anything maim-worthy.”

#|☆| open #|☽| olive ( assistant ) #|☆| ic #(hi i don’t know what this is but like agsgd) #(i have a lot of muse for her today and it’s wild....) #(she’s probably just muttering to herself tbh agdgd) #(her sense of humor is so dry and bitter i’m crying)

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IT’S WORSE BC FOX KNOWS CONS ABOUT THIS

#|☆| ooc #(his dad told him stories about how to get away with this i’m crying!!!!! no!!!!!!!!!) #(bc it’s just straight-up Lying if the homeowners are there!!!) #(and if they aren’t there it’s just sneaking into someplace and fox loves that agsgd no.....)

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crying about foxtrot and acting,,,, like he’s genuinely good at it and it makes him so happy and so nervous at the same time and just aaaaa whenever i write about it it’s just!!! wholesome and good....

#|☆| ooc #(for real tho fox can’t think after performances agsgd) #(usually just Passes Out) #(like he’s so thrilled about it but also this kid is an introvert at heart so he just aghg) #(can’t think!!!) #(especially when he’s trying to impress someone!!) #(agdhd i’m crying he’s trying his best.....) #|☆| headcanons