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Still having brain rot for beta huntlow so here’s some Willina Grom content. Partially based on a HC from some cute art by @turquoisespace35 love these blorbos in every universe 💛💚

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“A dance?” William’s ears perked up at the word. “Wh-what kind of dance?”

“Oh it’s just Grom,” said Augustus . “He’s a monster that lives underneath the school. The dance is more of a distraction really.”

“But there’s dancing? Like, proper dancing?” He asked. “And the dress code? Oh, please tell me that there is one!”

“I mean, it’s not technically required but everyone gets pretty dressed up.” He said. “It’s like the social event of the season.”

“Like a ball?” William said excitedly, hoping Augustus would confirm.

“Uh… I guess?”

“Oh, wonderful!” He exclaimed. “I’ve been meaning to throw one myself, but my uncle is less than convinced the idea is worth pursuing. Oh, how I envy you.”

“You can come too, if you want.” Augustus offered.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you Augustus but you’ve made it clear that your duties at the event would occupy you. No, if I’m to go I’d need to be directly asked to be someone’s escort.”

“Ooooh I see,” said Augustus with a mischievous grin. “Did you have anyone special in mind?”

“Oh, I don’t know uh does… Paulina have anyone to escort her to the event?” He tried to make it seem as though she hadn’t already been on his mind, but Augustus knew better.

“Hmmm I don’t know, why don’t you ask her?”

“I mean I would, but it’s not my place,” he said. “I don’t attend Hexside therefore have no link to the event and to inquire about whom she intends to attend it with might imply that I-.”

“You wanna go with Paulina.” Augustus stated.

“I… only if she wishes me to,” he said quietly. “But yes, if she were to invite me I would happily accept. But I wouldn’t want to pressure her or make her feel badly if she wanted to go with someone else.”

“Dude, I’m pretty sure if you asked if you could go with her she would totally say yes.”

“Invite myself?” He said with a gasp. “Augustus, such informality is poor form. I should hope Paulina would expect more from me. If she were to invite me I’d want it to be of her own wishes, not out of pity or obligation.”

Augustus sighed. He knew from the way that Paulina talked about William that she definitely saw him as a part of their Grom experience, but he also knew about everything in her way. They both knew William was a good guy and that he wouldn’t be anything but kind about the subject and as much as Paulina trusted him she was still relearning to trust herself. Despite her best efforts, heartbreaking situations seemed to be drawn to Paulina.

“Hey Will, there’s something I think you should know…”

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Grom night finally arrived and everyone from Hexisde was gathered excitedly in the gym looking their best and having a great time.

Everyone but Paulina.

She shouldn’t be surprised that Boscha sought out the ruin the night for her and how well she had managed to do it. She was embarrassed, to say the least, for the second year in a row. She knew Augustus and the others would be wondering where she was sooner or later, but for now she didn’t want to ruin their fun time or give Boscha the satisfaction of her cruelty spreading.

There was only one person she wanted to see right now. But her feet worked faster than her brain and she found herself in the castle garden before she had an explanation prepared.

“What am I doing here?” she said to herself. “I can’t just show up uninvited, and he might not even be here and even if he was he wouldn’t-.”

“Oh, Paulina, to what do I owe the pleasure?” came William’s voice from seemingly out of nowhere. The soft way he said her name broke her trance as he walked over to her, a book at her side. He must be coming from the library. She went to try and hide her appearance in the shadow of the tree but before she could move back he spoke again. “You… you look stunning.” He said breathlessly, admiring the way the green in her dress complimented her eyes. The dress looked different from what he remembered, but her loveliness only increased the closer he got, her hair was tied up with a ribbon and a vibrant flowers rested behind her ear. William set down his book to properly greet her before remembering why she looked extra captivating. “But wait, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, well I uh, well I just thought,” she struggled to say before the tears caught up with her, and her hands shot up to bury her eyes. “Oh my Titan I’m so sorry,I shouldn’t have just shown up. Y-you must be busy I don’t know why I-.”

“No! No, please don’t think I’d be anything other than happy to see you,” William rushed to say. “I just thought you’d be at the ball.”

“Well, I was but I uh, had a little wardrobe malfunction,” she said with a heartbroken laugh, gesturing to her current state. He could see now the the tattered sleeves and jagged skirt were not a choice.

“I just thought it was a new fashion trend,” he said with a small smile, still finding her to be a vision even despite the abuse the dress had gone through. “Were you the one chosen to face Grom? I thought it was the youngest Blight.”

“It was,” she said taking a deep breath. “But I had my own personal Grom. I ran into Boscha before I even went inside and she wasn’t thrilled that I decided to show up.”

William’s hand formed a fist at his side, the subject of Boscha always lit a fire within him. He wished he had the throne so he could banish the girl into the boiling sea for all she made Paulina endure.

“She did this to you?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Well, most of it,” Paulina confirmed with tears pooling her eyes. “I kinda made it worse when I tried to use my wand to fix it. I think I set a button on fire?”

“Oh my- are you okay? Did she hurt you? Why would she ever-.”

“No, no I’m okay I promise,” she assured, though the unshed tears that lingered behind her askew glasses that suggested otherwise. “I just… didn’t want to go inside like this and have everyone laugh and I didn’t wanna go home and have my dads worry and I just didn’t… wanna be alone right now. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping this all on you, I should go before I-.”

“No! No, please stay,” said William. “Let me fetch my sewing supplies! I bet I can repair the rips! And we can cover the tear at the bottom with a flower and I’m sure I can locate a jacket for you to-.”

“No, please don’t! I mean, you’re so sweet but you've done enough already.” Paulina sighed sadly. “I’m just so sorry she ruined the dress you got for me.”

“How did you kn- I mean, what? I-I have neve seen that dress before I don’t even know what-.”

“Augustus ratted you out,” she said with a gentle smile. “But I would’ve figured it out anyway. Such a sweet, grand gesture is just too on brand for you.”

“Well… did you like it? I mean, before Bocha-.

“I loved it,” she said, taking his hands in hers and giving them a gentle squeeze. “I felt like a princess.”

“You don’t need a dress to look like a princess.” He said softly as he looked into her eyes. A blush took over her face as she couldn’t help but be taken back with just how quickly he had composed the sentiment and how utterly sincere it was. She suddenly felt guilty for allowing him to see his generous gift in such disarray. “Paulina I… please don’t be upset but… Augustus told me about what happened last year. How Boscha found out you wanted to ask someone and sabotaged your Gromposal and how cruelly everyone reacted. He said you didn’t even go last year and it… well, it just broke my heart. And then I saw how your eyes lit up when we walked by the shop with the dress in the window and I wanted to make sure you had the perfect Grom to make up for last year but I should’ve known a dress wouldn’t fix everything.”

“Well it was still the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me,” assured Paulina. “I just wish you could’ve seen it before it got ruined.”

He had to admit, he did too. His throat felt tight at the thought of her in the emerald vision she was meant to be in from the beginning. He wished he could’ve done more to save her evening, and he could still be her knight in shining armor now.

“Close your eyes,” he said and Paulina obliged without hesitation. She felt him place something on her head, she reached up and felt the cold metal. It was his crown. When she opened her eyes, she saw William had vanished but her appearance had been restored to how she looked prior to her run in with Bocha.

“What?” She said, hardly able to believe it as she ran to the garden’s fountain to observe her reflection in the water. It was true. The crown slid slightly off her head and when it did, a tear returned to her dress. Paulina understood. “William, is there a concealment stone in your crown?”

“Yes,” his voice confirmed from a location Paulina could not pinpoint.

“Why?”

“Um… no reason,” he said. “Just to ensure that I always look my best.”

“Are you invisible without it?” She laughed, scanning the area for where he could be hiding wanting to thank him properly.

“No, nothing like that,” he assured. “I just… don’t want you to see me without it. I’m not… my best.”

“Well, considering the way I came to see you tonight, I have no room to judge,” she chuckled. “But I promise I would never. Besides, it doesn’t matter to me what you look like, I like you no matter what.”

Willam did believe her, he knew Paulina was genuine and smart and kind and would not care about the gap in his teeth or the unruly nature of his hair or the other tiny imperfections that Belos had deemed necessary to conceal. But he had never shown his true self to anyone else and it was not a step that could be taken so casually.

Paulina could sense his hesitance in the silence and did not pressure why, that it was his business. But she didn’t want him to feel like he had to hide from her. She carefully removed her glasses and placed them in her pocket. As she placed them inside, she removed something to make room and held it behind her back.

“There,” she said. “Now I can’t see anything. Promise.”

He peeked his head from behind the tree where he had been hiding. “Really?”

“Really.” She said, seeing his blurry figure in the distance. “Test me.”

“Okay,” he said, holding up his hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

She squinted. “I have no idea.”

William laughed, his heart skipping a beat at the way she scrunched her nose attempting to see. “Fair enough,” he said, walking over to her. “I can fetch a mask from inside and walk you back to the dance.”

“Would you wanna maybe… stay?”

“You mean stand guard? In case Boscha tries something else?”

“No I mean stay, like… uh, here.” Paulina said nervously, extending her arms to him. “I made this. I thought it would look nice on you.”

He saw she was holding a bright red flower, its petals silky and long. Even with his limited knowledge of floriograhphy, he knew this flower was special. He could tell she had grown it herself.

“It… matches yours,” he said breathlessly, his eyes darting to the vision of scarlet tucked safely in her hair as he took the flower from her. It was the one thing Boscha hadn’t managed to ruin.

“Oh yeah,” she smiled. “I guess it does. Well, usually when you go to Grom with someone, you wear something that matches. And I uh… thought if you wanted to, we could…”

His eyes darted to his flower back to hers and then to the matching red dusting her checks. The dots all connected and his eyes widened as he dared to ask:

“Are you… asking me to Grom?”

“Yes?” She squeaked, her eyes locked on the ground as her hands fiddled with the belt of her dress. “I know it’s last minute, but please don’t think it’s an afterthought or because of the dress it’s just that… I just didn’t think to ask you because, well I didn’t think to ask anyone. But… I wanted to and I would’ve if I…”

His face softened. “And I would’ve accepted.” William whispered. “I mean, I do accept. That is, if you still wish for me to-.”

“I do,” she said quickly. “You’re… sure it’s not beneath you? I mean, I’m sure you’ve been to way fancier events and I mean it’s just some silly-.”

“I would be honored to go anywhere with you,” William eagerly assured her, taking her hands in his. He could not get over how truly beautiful she looked. “Oh dear, it’s just that you look so… enchanting and I’m dreadfully underdressed. I’ve just finished my training and I’ve just come from the stables and now I-.”

“Well if you ask me, you could never look anything but princely.” Paulina said sweetly.

“Thank you,” he said with a blush. He was used to Paulina being kind but something about her sudden boldness flustered him. He was grateful he could not see her as he knew he could not conceal his blush.

“Besides, no one will care what you’re wearing because they’ll be distracted by your sick moves.”

“Oh, I assure you I’m not ill.”

“No,” laughed Paulina. “I’m talking about your dancing.”

“Oh.” He said, not fully understanding but comprehending enough to know Paulina was suggesting that others would find him impressive. But the only person he cared about impressing was not in that gym. He took a grand step back and extended his hand to her as he bowed. “Well then, may I have this dance?”

Paulina giggled. “I mean, yes but I was thinking we would go back to the school and dance. There’s not even any music playing out here.” She put her hand in his and upon the contact he gently pulled her to him, putting his other hand on the small of her back to hold her close. Paulina’s free hand instinctively went to his shoulder as she tried to hide how fast her heart was beating.

“Well then I shall have to tell a joke as your laughter is a symphony all its own.” He said casually and Paulina felt as though she might faint. How did he think of that so quickly? Why did it make her legs feel like jelly? Was her face as red as it felt?

“Oh, uh okay I mean if you want…” she trailed off quietly, suddenly overly aware of his gaze. She giggled again and William smiled as though she had just played his favorite song. He took the opportunity to spin her, using the momentum to show off his ability as a lead, spinning her out and then back into his arms. He begins to walk and Paulina was happily along for the ride as William led them around the garden, holding her close and counting the steps under his breath to help her keep time.

Paulina looked down at their reflection in the pond as they passed by. Even blurry it was utterly picturesque, the way the stars shimmered against the shine of his crown, the way her vibrant green dress stood out in the collection of blues the evening sky brought, if she could only see the dreamy way Willam looked at her while her attention was elsewhere.

“Wow I didn’t know you were such a great dancer,” Paulina breathed as he spun him into him again, and then eased them into a slow dance to cool down from all the spinning.

“Isn’t that why you wanted to ask me? Because you knew I was a good dancer?” William said as he pulled her in again, but this time he held her close awhile longer. Before he returned his hand to her waist, he brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. The moon was back behind him, dusting his shoulder in a gentle pale light that made Paulina feel as though she had fallen into a painting. The garden, the moonlight, and him all seemed too good to be true.

“Well it’s… one reason.” She said quietly, moving her hand up to cup the side of his face. She remembered how when they first met, he had kissed her hand. She remembered the way her heart skipped at the softness of his lips on her knuckle. Her hand beside his face returned the memory to her mind and made her think about-

“I’m afraid it’s getting late,” said Willam gently, interrupting her train of thought. “I’m not certain we’d make it back in time.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” she said, adjusting her grip on his neck. “I’m having a great time right here.”

“So, does your school host many events like Grom?”

“Um, well Grom is pretty unique,” said Paulina. “I mean, they have other events but thankfully they’re not as high stakes as Grom.”

“Any other ones that involve dancing?” William inquired. “Because I’d hate to think that getting to dance with you only occurs once a year.”

“Well then, we’d better make it count,” she said with a tiny smile. “Just in case.” She knew there’d be plenty of chances if she had anything to say about it, but she wanted to prolong this one as long as she could.He seemed to share the thought as he twirled her around the garden once more.

He was so close now that Paulina could see him clearly even without her glasses. He had freckles, that was the first thing Paulina noticed, dashed across his nose and cheeks like a constellation. She couldn’t understand why he would ever hide them, and she imagined how they would rise and ripple when he smiled wide. When he spoke, she could see the gap in his teeth and with all these things in place she wanted so desperately to see him smile wide. The true him was just as handsome as the William she had met, just with more little details. And his eyes were brown, a deep amber color with flakes of gold that reminded Paulina of a rusted gate that protected her tiny garden in her yard. They were warm and deep and big and… so close.

She knew he had wanted her not to, but she couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. He didn’t seem to mind as he was equally engrossed in hers. At some point they had stopped moving, and were standing among the rose bushes holding onto each other like something out of a romantic dream. Why, if Paulina didn’t know any better she would think that-.

“Paulina, could I… would it be okay if I.. uh, may I…” His eyes darted between hers and her lips as though he was caught in a strange loop. Paulina’s mouth suddenly felt dry and she couldn’t manage a response the same way he couldn’t manage the question. But while their words failed them, something else seemed to help bring them closer together. Something buzzing in Paulina’s chest like a swarm of fire bees told her to tilt her head to the side and relax her hold on William’s neck. The same soundless thing swirling behind William’s armor like a sinkhole told him to hold her closer and close his eyes.

As his hand cupped her cheek, she had no doubt that he intended to kiss her. And she had no doubt that she intended to let him. As the space between them grew smaller, Paulina rose to her tip toes and nearly out of her shoes, eagerly hoping to make it disappear completely. The world felt like it was spinning around them.

Then it actually was.

“Woah!” they exclaimed, suddenly finding themselves creating a splash as they backed into the pond and landed in the water, losing their balance as they became blind to everything else around them.

“Oh my Titan, are you okay?” coughed William, wiping his soaked bangs from his face.

“I’m fine!” she said, her hair escaping its curls as she managed to stand up and extend her hand to him. “Are you okay?”

“Nothing damaged but my pride,” he said as he took it and allowed her to help him up. “I guess I uh… got a little distracted.”

“Me too,” she blushed.

“Are your glasses okay?” He asked frantically, remembering they were in her pocket. She pulled them out to check and was relieved to see they were as she slipped them back on.

With his crown still floating in the water, Paulina saw his true face in clarity and the warm buzzing returned to her chest. “Woah.”

“Oh!” He said timidly when he realized the truth of his current state. “I’m sorry, I look-.”

“You could never look anything but princely,” she assured.

“Heh,” he chuckled nervously. “Thank you, I thought yo- oh no! Oh no, oh no!” He said suddenly, turning his attention to the water as he began splashing and searching. “Oh I hope the water doesn’t ruin it!”

“Oh right,” she said, remembering his crown was in the water. “Oh no, I hope it’s not-.”

“Found it!” He exclaimed, holding his recovered treasure over his head. But he did not hold his crown. Instead, he held the flower she had given him. The petals were slightly wilted but otherwise the water had not damaged the plant. William held it delicately as though it was porcelain and Paulina wanted to reach out and hold him the exact same way.

“Maybe next year, we can wear matching water lilies to Grom,” she said with a smile, kneeling the the water beside him, aware but unbothered by the cold. “That way we’ll be prepared if things end up the same way.”

“Well, hopefully they won’t,” he said, trying not to think about what not ending up in the water meant. He tried to maintain his composure at the implication that she was also asking him to Grom a year in advance. “Hopefully next year we’ll actually make it to the dance and you won’t have to spend the evening in a dress that’s torn and wet.”

“Well….” She said as she brought his hand to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckle just as he had done when they first met. “It’ll be worth it if I get to dance with a handsome prince again.”

He smiled.

“Well, I’ll never say no to a dance with fair princess.”

His freckles rise and rippled just as she imagined they would. The moment might have passed for a fairy tale first kiss, but she felt confident it would return soon and would certainly not be an event that happened only once a year.

#huntlow #willina #winter toh #Willow park #Hunter toh #Paulina toh #William toh #toh #the owl house #pauliam #huntlow fanfiction #my fanfic

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crimeronan · 2 years

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can you talk about chronic illness themes in greywaren pretty please I’m so curious what you thought about the conclusion or lack therof

i've had this in my inbox for weeks and keep thinking about it and like. on the one hand i want to answer on the other hand i don't enjoy spending a lot of time talking about things i don't like. but i think i've nailed down the broad shape of my grievances wrt chronic illness real quick, so here's this and moving on

i think the first 2/3rds of greywaren were perfectly suited in tone to what dreamer trilogy had set up and there were Really good questions raised about matthew and jordan and declan and ronan and hennessy, i also think hennessy's arc (and the ronanessy culmination) was the only one that felt like it actually followed through on the chronic illness themes that had been set up. i was very very interested in jordan's thing about the act of creation keeping her awake, there's some good metaphors about artist survival there, tho ymmv. i know a lot of people with chronic fatigue aren't fond of it bc making art is Tiring and sometimes you Cannot Do It but tbh what i didn't get from jordan i got fine from hennessy so. that's all fine. then the last few chapters of the book take a hard transition into "now i have to wrap this whole universe up prettily to avoid rude tweets" and that apparently meant not having any messiness on the page, which is a shame because complex nuanced messiness is where stiefvater's writing most thrives.

adam and ronan's resolution was boring they didn't fix any of the things that were a problem wrt ronan's chronic illness and adam's Everything, joining souls in space is stupid, they already KNEW they loved each other, the love was not the PROBLEM, the problem was that they were on fundamentally incompatible life paths and loving each other DOES NOT MAKE THOSE COMPATIBLE.

declan and matthew's resolution was nonexistent, i'm actually Very Okay with the whole "matthew walks home" plotline but i needed his POV of that journey and i needed WAY more on the page from declan at the end there and i needed WAY more than "i can be fine relying on you guys bc bryde told me i should" when declan's treatment of matthew up til then had shown NO indication that matthew can EVER trust him.

bryde is the sickest person in the series and his end was far too ambiguous for my taste, especially when up to that point he and matthew had been interrogating the EXACT themes i'd wanted to see about what it means to be a dream and to be this kind of chronically ill. like we were almost somewhere there and then we just dropped everything about.... everything.

meanwhile adam is torn apart on the astral for days and days and days but wakes up fine and then bam, we flip forward 4 years and he's normal and there's no indication of any potential issues even tho there were themes traced all the way back to cdth about him and hennessy having similar chronic illnesses (thru lace metaphor). the epilogue firmly establishes that everyone is Better and that they all have stuff Figured Out Now and while i like knowing where people end up, i don't like a resolution that boils down to "and now we never need to struggle again."

i did not like greywaren's takes (or lack thereof) on chronic illness because it felt like we can't exist in a "joyful comfort read" because chronic illness is Bad and the author wants to avoid nasty tweets about doing Bad Things to characters.

i want to know what greywaren would have been if its main purpose had been to carry thru the series themes instead of to make trc fandom shut up and feel pleased about their blorbos and move on. stief talked about how she had to do a lot of rewriting with the dreamer trilogy up through greywaren bc she was so angry about being sick and. i want the angry book. i want the drafts that weren't pared down and rearranged and cut apart and spliced together to appease every normie person who's never felt constant pain or fatigue a day in their lives. the first two books were for me and will always have been for me, they are The Most Personal Books I Have Ever Consumed, but in order for greywaren to be for me, it would have had to Not be for certain people, and. well.

greywaren is for everyone.

so. shrug emoji. i guess.

#replies #greywaren #greywaren spoilers #greywaren negativity #another post that is NOT for stief's eyes do not tweet this at her or so help me god #greywaren meta

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negative-speedforce · 12 days

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1, 3, 4, 11, 13, 15, 26, and 30 for Onnie and Laila please?

YESSSS I FREAKING LOVE GETTING ASKS FOR LAILA SHE IS MY BLORBO-

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Onnie hasn't had any stuffed animals in years. Eobard made her get rid of them all as soon as she was like, 12, because he thought they were developmentally inappropriate for her age. She had a frog named Tedward (some weird amalgamation of Ted and Edward) and that was her favorite as a kid.

I... don't think Laila is even aware of what a stuffed animal is, considering that she was raised from infancy to be the Empire's weapon. Athena's probably not much help with that one, since she grew up on the streets and having toys falls to the wayside when compared to things like food and shelter.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

"Pippa is... an idiot. I can't stand her, she drives me insane, but I can't help but be strangely drawn to her. She's obnoxious, and I really wish she'd back off, but something about her is just so endearing. Maybe it's that she manages to bring back to life the part of me I thought died a long time ago. Or maybe she's just kinda hot."

"Athena's ruthless, reckless, and I never lose the feeling that she's going to backstab me. But she's the only person who's ever given more than two shits about me in my life, so hey, what the heck? Not like I have much else to lose anyway. I'm pretty sure I care a lot more about her than she does about me, but even if this is a short ride, it's a good ride, and I'm not getting off."

4. Do they look good in red?

Onnie looks fantastic in red, so long as the shade's not too orangey. Shades closer to orange (and orange itself) tend to bring out the olive undertones in their skin in a bad way, making them look kinda yellow and sickly.

Laila doesn't look good in most shades of red, except the darker ones, like burgundy and maroon. Bright colors tend to clash with her already near-translucent pale skin, making her look even more pale than she already is.

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Onnie: Save it all. She's already rich, there's not much else she wants or needs.

Laila: Spend some, save some. Her and Athena aren't exactly poor, but there are some things they'd like that are a little out of budget.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

Onnie learned how to be a killer from Eobard. He taught her everything- where the best places to stab someone are, how to rip out someone's heart with your bare hands, how to snap people's necks. Insert Onnie having the sudden "Holy shit I had a bad childhood" realization here.

Laila doesn't have parents. Being a clone, I guess you could technically say that either the parents of her donor are her parents, who she's never met, or the woman who raised her, but anyone calling Nyx a mother would be absolutely insane to say that, since the relationship that Laila (and Pyrrha, later on) had with her was one-sided, conditional, and both emotionally and physically abusive.

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Onnie considers friendships and other relationships a waste of time. Since they (in very rapid succession) lost their girlfriend, accidentally killed their best friend, and then Jessi faked her own death (which was believed to have been a suicide), Onnie is kinda afraid to open up, but through a lot of mental gymnastics, she thinks it's because she's better than everyone rather than just plain trauma.

Laila considers training non-Force Sensitives in the Jedi arts to be a complete waste of time. Athena's asked her multiple times to try teaching her to do some of the things that Laila can do, like the gymnastics and meditation and stuff, but the most Laila will show her is how to use a lightsaber- weapons are pretty universal, after all.

26. Talent or effort?

Onnie: Talent

Laila: Effort

30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

Onnie would probably cry. They've been repressing a lot of emotions for a very long time, and any show of weakness could get her in trouble with Eobard, so if she knew it would be excused, I think Onnie would finally let go and feel those emotions.

Laila would tell Athena that she loves her. She'd never say it to Athena's face, especially since Athena kinda scares her and let's be real, she's not even sure if Athena even is capable of caring about a person other than herself. However, if she knew that it wouldn't ruin their relationship completely, Laila would tell Athena how she felt.

#ask revan #oc shit #practically-an-x-man #laila salibun #onnie thawne

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goldenngore · 8 months

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🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog: @azmenka and not even because of Alex...but maybe a teeny bit. I just really love the ocean and vikingesque themed aesthetic, and I'm still in awe of Hannah's mobile header even now. It's just too good!

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character: @harringtontm of whom I am resisting @ them for multiple categories. The sheer amount of effort my girl roro has put into her Steve is nothing short of magnificent. His speech, his mannerisms, his reactions and actions, are so well crafted that the Duffers would be envious of roros portrayal of him.

💻 ― excellent writing: @sinfyre Ozzy, my beloved. Everything they write is worthy of being in a bestseller. It's poetic yet still easy to understand. Ozzy strikes a very good balance with it and I could easily fool myself that I'm reading a Madeline Miller book.

🌼 ― creative headcanons: @spynorth reading Lucas headcanons often shows how much effort my m8 puts into their research. Idk this muse but I feel like I do just from reading Lucas headcanons etc and it is one of the magic things about Lucas. They're just so dedicated to exploring their characters and I too feel that on a personal level. Our blorbos are our kids we didn't ask for.

🎙️ ― great to talk to: @clutchofmuses if I need to scream about tyrell siblings, Emily is the person to do it with. She's just so enthusiastic about them that it brings out mine too...not that I ever needed a nudge lol. But she always compliments and screams at me over the things I write for her and I'm just living for her friendship tbh. I knew I wanted to keep her right away.

📚 ― nice threads to read: I'm going to say two people and you can't stop me. @desiredprince just writes a really good lestat okay. everything they write is pretty much pure gold and I am here to devour it all. the duality of soft man and absolute lunatic is stunning. secondly, @n1atruc because it's heretic and I don't want a dash without them on it. the nuance in their crowley is an utter joy to read and how he's just so unapologetically him no matter the setting is chefs kiss levels of excellence.

🎀 ― all-around kind person: @outlawiism / @darehearts there is literally no one nicer in the Tumblr rpc than Lucy. We've been mutuals for a few years now and she always has positive things to say, and is such a good friend to those in need of one. She will always build you up when you're feeling down too. We truly aren't worthy of her. I remember a while back that she actually got burnt out from literally being too nice (I think this is correct? Plz tell me if otherwise), and I hope she has a better balance of it now. She deserves to chill.

📌 ― a staple on the dash: @musenssang whom I have known for years is pretty much on all of my dashes, and I can't imagine a dash without Lise on it. And like Lise knows so much about history so her asoiaf headcanons are far more interesting than grrms. I said what I said.

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend: @shadowcovcn for being one of the few people who will always offer to make a verse or find a way to interact with my muses even if they are from polar opposites universes and fandoms. Ace always finds a way and I admire them greatly for that, and it makes you realise that they really care tbh. I love ace. 😭

#ooc: back on sad boy shit. what's new? ( 🌱🌹🥀 )#greymount #these were hard #and right back at u too bby

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cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine · 1 month

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Parallel Timeline Convergence Context

[Scaramod and I were writing fanfiction for our blorbos while they were on haitus, so please point out any references that confuse you, and we will provide context. Neither of us are good at keeping the separate universes straight lol.]

[VERY long snip below.]

Too many years of keeping himself alive had left Cyrille extremely attuned to his surroundings, and the static sound was enough to stir him from his light sleep. He is still for a moment, counting heads in the dim light, and notices that one of the hammocks is empty. Slowly, carefully, he extracts himself from next to Scara and locates his cane, slipping out of the room as quietly as possible. He pauses as he enters the living room, frowning at seeing Sakura awake.

"Hey… what's wrong?"

Sakura didn’t seem to hear him at first, but it was clear that they were the source of the static noise. In front of them was some kind of large screen- completely holographic, and it was a bright white.

"Sakura…?" Cautiously, Cyrille inches forward and around so he is visible. "Hey. Sakura."

Sakura flinches, dropping the thing they were holding- which was the cloak that Chero had made for them. They had been holding the end part of it and rubbing their thumb over the white flowers that had been sewed onto the bottom.

They turned their head to face Cyrille, blinking. “Oh- my apologies. Did I wake you up?” They tap the screen with one of their fingers and it dims. “You can go back to sleep. I’m fine.”

"You don't look or sound fine to me. Usually being up in the middle of the night at all does not equate to fine."

He shuffles over to sit on the other end of the couch, peering at them with a squint as if he could figure out what's wrong by staring at them hard enough.

Sakura shrugs, moving the screen to their other side- the side Cyrille wasn’t on- and dimming it some more. “I typically don’t fall asleep until around 3 to 4 in the morning. Thoughts keep me awake.”

"Ah." He leans back, giving them some space. "I would say that's unhealthy, but I think it would be hypocritical of me to call you out for something like that."

“Everything we nag each other about in this house is hypocritical. We’re all just kind of mirrors to each other.” They reach forward and pick up their cloak again, resuming the motion of rubbing their thumb against the white flowers.

"Would it help to talk about any of those thoughts keeping you up?"

They’re silent for a bit. “The white screen is a part of another one of my abilities. It’s basically an audio version of all my memories. I may not seem like it, but I can be quite forgetful. There are times where I couldn’t even remember my own name.”

They cross their legs so that they’re sitting in a criss-cross position.

“So usually every night, I play the most significant memories. Or I start with what I could first remember on Sunday, then play through all the memories up until the next sunday. When I listen to them, I’m able to remember what my brain keeps trying to force me to forget.”

They sigh. “I’ve just gotten to the memories I usually hate listening to, for some reason. It’s nerving me slightly.”

"...that's pretty brave of you. Trying to remember." He tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. "I'm missing seven years, myself, and I've always been too scared to try and get them back. Based on how I am now, it can't have been anything good."

“I’d rather remember and be able to process it than forget and never know why I’m always sad when I look at these flowers,” Sakura gestures to the white flowers on the cloak. “They’re egret orchids. Chero’s talked about them before- and so has someone else, but I can’t remember who.” They pause. “It is your life, you know. You can always try and get them back if you really wanted- I could even help you if you’d like. But I’d recommend not doing so right now- you have enough going on in your life as is.”

He chuckles dryly. "I'm not sure I want those years back. Again, they can't have been anything good. I had just lost everything, before my memory cuts out. And I don't have much more now than I did then, except a few handy skills that are the sole reason I've been able to stay alive. I'd much prefer to leave those memories wherever they are hiding."

“Your choice. But do remember that if you ever want to know those seven years, you can just come ask me. If you’re comfortable with that, of course.”

"Mm. I doubt it. But thanks." He turns his head to look at them again. "I came out here to check on you, when did it get turned around?"

“I’ve been told I have that effect on people. I’m good at changing the topic.” They laugh a bit. “But really, I’m sure I’ll be okay.”

"Will be, but aren't now. Is there any way I can help with that?"

They turn their head back to the white screen, which makes a little static chirp. “If you really want to, you can stay while I listen to this. Then you can help if something goes wrong.”

"Sure, I'll stay." He shifts a bit closer to bump his shoulder against theirs in support. "I'm ready when you are."

Sakura nods, pushing the screen back so they could click a few things on it. The static grows louder before the audio starts playing.

“What? You want something from me?” That’s Sakura’s voice. It sounds significantly different though.

“Uhm- no.” Younger Chero’s voice.

“What’s your name? Mine is-“

“Chero.” Audio-Sakura cuts off Audio-Chero before he can finish his sentence. “Don’t act like you weren’t the most famous kid in the village. I know who you are.”

“Most famous kid in the village?” Audio-Chero sounds genuinely confused.

“Yeah. You were the adults favorite. Dunno why, cause it’s pretty clear you got something wrong in that head of yours.”

The audio stops there, which causes real-Sakura to stare at the screen with a frown.

Cyrille just sits silently, glancing sidelong at Sakura's expression. It's not his place to comment on what he hears. He's just here for support.

Sakura taps something else on the screen, and the static noise echoes through the house again.

“I fucking said we shouldn’t have stayed there. Didn’t I? Didn’t I literally say that?” Sakura again, but they sounded a bit older from the first recording. “This- oh, I’m so fucking glad that bitch Jay died. She deserved it. I really wish I could’ve killed her myself.”

There’s a pause that makes it seem like Sakura had turned to face another person in the memory. “And you just followed a person like that? Did she do that to other people too?”

“Not that I know of.” This voice wasn’t Chero or Sakura. It was a lot softer and more calm, contrasting how angry Audio-Sakura sounded. Real-world Sakura tightens their grip on the end of the cloak by the slightest bit.

“Not that you know of, Leia. She totally could’ve assaulted other people like she did to Chero. She’s worse than Rhea!”

“I wouldn’t say worse than Rhea, but Jay was still a fucking ass.” Sakura muttere.

Leia on the audio sighs, and a noise was made that sounded like she was patting Sakura’s shoulder. “She’s gone now. She can’t hurt Chero anymore. Isn’t that a good thing, blossom?”

Audio-Sakura sighs. “Yeah, I guess. But I’m still mad about it. Even if she didn’t do anything to me- I just feel bad for Chero.”

“He’ll be okay. Shaken up, sure, but he’s alive. Most of the time, people like Jay kill their victims so that they don’t get in trouble.”

Leia sighs too, for the second time. “Well, fuck her then. I hope she goes to whatever hell may exist in this world. I’m gonna be a much better leader than she was. If anything, I’m getting everyone the fuck out of this hellhole.”

“Everyone is a lot of people.”

“Well- okay. If not everyone, then at least you and Chero. We’ll kill Rhea, take her power, and then use it to bust out of whatever illusion thing we’re stuck in, and then go home and burn our village to the ground for allowing kids to be sacrificed. That reasonable enough for you?”

Leia laughs. “I’ll follow you wherever you go, my dear.”

The audio ends.

Sakura stares down at the egret orchids. Cyrille silently offers his hand for them to hold if they want to, and they subconsciously take it, tapping the screen a third time.

The static plays once again.

“Leia?” Sakura again. Slightly older, much closer to the verge of tears. “Leia. Leia?”

There’s no reply.

“You fucker. You promised me. I told you not to go, Leia. Why didn’t you listen to me?”

Real-world Sakura’s eyes narrow slightly.

“You motherfucker. Why did I let myself love you if I knew you were going to leave me?” Audio-Sakura sounds like they’re holding back tears.

“Sakura- Sakura!” Chero this time. His voice hasn’t changed all too much- if anything, it sounds like his current one. “What happ-.. Leia? Did-“

“I’m going to kill everybody here, Chero. I’m going to find who did this and make sure they fucking pay. She didn’t even deserve to die.”

A noise is made as if Sakura had stood up.

“Sakura, don’t do anything you’ll regret later. I know you’re mad about Leia, but- but killing an entire camp full of other kids isn’t going to solve anything.”

“Okay? Killing her didn’t solve anything, but someone in this fucking hellhole did it anyway! Not everything has to solve something else, dimwit.”

Audio-Chero and Audio-Sakura are both silent.

“Where did you put your gun?”

“I’m not telling you. You are not killing anyone.”

“What are you gonna do if I try? You can’t stop me, fuckface. We both know who’s the stronger one here.”

“Sakura-“

“Move.”

Audio-Sakura pushes away Chero, and they begin walking off somewhere.

“Leia wouldn’t want you to do this.”

Audio-Sakura stops walking.

“Oh, so you’re playing that fucking card now? Okay, riddle me this, since you’re so fucking smart.” They turn around and begin walking back towards Chero, each step more and more aggressive. “Leia wouldn’t have wanted me to kill everyone, right? That’s what you said? Well Leia also wouldn’t have wanted to die. Leia wouldn’t have wanted to leave us- leave me behind. Leia wouldn’t have wanted to break into The Office if she knew she wasn’t going to break back out. And yet- guess who’s body is right fucking there!

“We can’t get everything we want, Chero. I’m learning this now- and you should too, before the same thing happens to you.”

They turn around again, and they actually get a couple paces farther. The audio goes to static for a bit, but then voices could be heard within the static.

“I said leave me alone, Chero. I’m doing them a favor. No one’s making it out of this place alive- might as well speed up the fucking process.”

“Sakura, please. You’re going to regret this, I promise you.”

“No I’m not. You don’t know me.”

“Yes, I do. I’ve watched you in the village- I’ve watched you here. I’ve been around you for what could be considered centuries now. I know you, Sakura. You aren’t a murderer.”

“…”

Receding footsteps.

“Sakura-“

“Let go of me.”

Cyrille gives Sakura's hand a gentle squeeze, trying not to draw any connections that feel too familiar. Why did I let myself love you if I knew you were going to leave me, huh? She didn’t even deserve to die.

No. No thinking tonight. Just be here for Sakura… Anything else can come later. Or not at all, preferably.

“Let go of me, Chero.”

“Sakura. Just listen to m-“

“I said let go!”

A gunshot.

Then the audio ends.

Cyrille glances over at Sakura again, trying to gauge their emotional state. Does he need to coax them to bed? Wake Chero?

Sakura is silent for a while, staring down at the egret orchids. Their grip on the cloak had tightened even more.

“I remember what happened after that,” they say. They can’t tell if they’re talking to Cyrille or to someone who wasn’t even there. “I didn’t shoot Chero. My arm had shot to the left at the last minute, so the bullet just barely missed his head. He left me alone after that, and I ended up killing everyone else at the camp.” A pause. “One hundred and seventy six children died because of me. Because I was too mad to think straight.

“And then I made my way back to Chero, and we both cried for a while until Rhea showed up. That’s when she told us that everything we had gone through was part of a carefully controlled social experiment. That placing over 200 kids in some life or death survival scenario was just a test to see if anyone would come out alive. After over 500 centuries, she said, two kids had finally made it past the first test. Take a wild guess who those two kids were.”

That last part was most likely directed at Cyrille.

“I had never been so mad in my entire life. I had lost Leia for what was basically nothing. I wanted to lash out, I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted to kill Rhea right then and there- more than I wanted to when I was first sacrificed.

“But my own anger scared me. And it still does. If I could kill 176 people without a second thought, doesn’t that make me a danger to society? I had told those 176 people that I would try my best to protect them, but I killed every single one of them without mercy- and it turned out that Rhea was the one who killed Leia. I had almost killed Chero because I was so mad at him for what turned out to be nothing.

“So I had just smothered my anger and complied. I think that’s when I started to forget important things like this- all of my anger is tied to everything that happened in that realm. In order to bury my anger, I had to bury any memories that would make me want to lash out again. I didn’t want to be the cause of another mass murder.”

They fall silent again, lost in thought.

The screen beeped in what could be considered a sad tone.

Cyrille waits patiently for them to finish speaking, still holding their hand. His expression is subdued, and his voice low when he speaks again. "I can't imagine how difficult that was for you. I know I'm not qualified to give advice to something on that scale, but I can promise to be here to listen."

Sakura doesn’t process Cyrille’s words until a minute or two after they’re spoken, and they respond by gently squeezing Cy’s hand. Then, they lift their head and turn to the screen. “There’s one more left for tonight. Do you want to go back to bed now?”

"After hearing that… no offense, but I'd rather not leave you alone. I'll stay, if you don't mind."

“Okay. That’s fine.”

Sakura lifts their hand and taps the screen a final time. The static fills the house again- it lasts slightly longer than the times before.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.”

“Happy birthday, dear Sakura. Happy birthday to you!”

It was a mix of Leia and Small-Chero singing. Leia’s voice was louder, though.

“I told you guys you don’t have to do this. Today’s just another day.” Sakura’s voice.

“Another day that happens to be the day you were born! What kind of people would we be if we didn’t celebrate?” Leia laughs.

“Decent people still. I wouldn’t be offended if you forgot.”

“Well, I would.” Chero says. “Shouldn’t you celebrate a person’s birth if you care about them?”

“I mean, considering what kind of environment we’re stuck in, I don’t think it’s safe to have a big celebration or whatever.” Sakura scoffs.

“It’s not a big celebration. We’ve already sung, so we’ll give you the gifts we made, then if you really want, we can just continue today like it really is just a normal day.” Leia says. You can hear the smile in her voice.

“Fine. Since I know you’ll throw a fit if I don’t comply.” Sakura sighs. Leia laughs again.

“Chero, you can go first. I have to actually get mine because I may have left it back at camp.” Leia chuckles nervously, and there are footsteps in the audio as if she had run off.

“If she gets hurt on the way, I’m going to kick her into a ravine.” Sakura grumbles. Chero doesn’t seem to hear this.

“Well- here you go. It took me a good while, but I handmade it myself.” Chero says. He sounds happier than in the other recordings- even happier than he does in the real world.

There’s a bit of silence, implying the motion of Sakura taking whatever gift was given to them.

“I didn’t know you could sew.” Sakura comments. It sounds like they’re trying to hide the happiness in their voice, and is absolutely failing at it.

“My mom taught me because she thought I was gonna grow up into a woman and become a dressmaker or something. But I guess it came in handy.”

“..Thanks. I like it. Did you add the white flowers at the end?”

“I did, but it was Leia’s idea. Something about different symbolisms and such. She told me a popular interpretation of white egret orchids is the phrase ‘My thoughts will follow you into your dreams’. I can’t confirm or deny that information, because I didn’t know about Egret Orchids until she told me about them.” Chero laughs softly.

“Of course she did. That idiot.” Sakura says, but despite the words spoken. their voice was full of affection.

“Okay! I’m back and I got the thing!” Leia’s voice reappears on the recording, along with the sound of approaching footsteps. “Close your eyes, blossom. And give me your left hand.”

“..I’m not going to question it. You won’t give me an answer anyway.” Sakura says, sighing again.

There’s silence on the recording once more.

“Okay! Open!” Leia sounds very excited.

More silence, but it doesn’t last long.

“Dear, you know I don’t like the color yellow. That’s your favorite color, not mine.” Sakura sounds amused.

“I know, silly. But look at mine! We’re matching! I got Chero to teach me to sew so I could make them. Did you know making ribbon like this is actually hard?”

The screen’s white glare falters for a moment, and an image pops up on it. What could be presumed to be Sakura’s hand had a pastel yellow ribbon tied on their wrist in the shape of a bow.

Holding that hand was presumably Leia’s hand- a darker shade of skin, but it was more like a pastel brown. On Leia’s hand was a pastel pink ribbon- tied in the same fashion as the one Sakura was wearing, except on the right hand instead of the left.

The image stays up as the audio continues.

“So you two just bonded over sewing stuff and didn’t even invite me? Wow, I’m truly offended.” Sakura said, their voice full of playful sarcasm.

“Oh, please. You would’ve gotten distracted halfway through. And you didn’t even see the cute little detail yet! Turn your hand over so you can see your wrist.” Leia’s emotions flow in a quick pattern- from partially annoyed to excited again within seconds.

There’s silence again.

“‘Heaven’?” Sakura reads, confused.

More silence.

“‘Blossom’!” Leia finishes. “Our little duo name! Since my name means ‘child of heaven’ and I always call you ‘blossom’. I was originally going to give you the pink one so it would correspond to you, but I decided to give you the yellow one instead. So whenever we’re apart, you can just look at the ribbon and think of me, and I can do the same when you go out to gather materials and stuff!”

Sakura is silent. Then, they sniff.

“Hey- why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?” Leia panicks.

“No, you dumbass. I love the gift. Thank you.” Sakura says through tears. Leia sighs in relief.

“Happy birthday, blossom. I love you.”

“Love you too, you absolute imbecile.”

The recording ends.

Slowly, Cyrille lets go of their hand to wrap an arm around their shoulders, offering silent support. He's never been good with words, and this is a situation so far removed from anything he's ever experienced, that he thinks it's probably best not to try.

Sakura hides their face in Cyrille’s side, fighting back every urge to cry in fear that they would get angry. “That’s the last birthday I remember celebrating. The last one that was mine, at least.” They mutter. “After that, January 4th really did just become another day.”

They fall silent once more.

Unsure how to comfort them, he mentally wrestles with himself, before offering tentatively, "I haven't ever really celebrated mine. It doesn't have to be a big deal if you don't want it to be. But… if you want, I think I have a couple cake recipes from Granny Rosa, and we could do a little something? Even though it's late for it now…"

“...okay. We can. I just want to lay here for a little while first, if that’s okay with you.”

"Take as long as you need." He tucks them close as much as he can, wishing that he could be even slightly more equipped for this. He seems to be helping, at least?

Sakura bumps their head against Cyrille’s side as a form of thanks- something that Chero had done earlier that day. They close their eyes and let their left hand hang outside of the hold.

As they do, the air around their hand shimmers slightly.

…

Huh?

Sakura opens their eyes again in confusion, staring down at their hand. They move it again as if testing something. The air moves in the same odd way as it did the first time.

...That’s odd. Is there some magic on it or something?

They internally check where their magic is currently being directed, and as they suspected- there’s some kind of magic on their hand.

“Hm,” they say out loud. “That’s weird.”

They remove the magic on their hand with an internal sigh, but then they freeze. No longer hidden by glamour, there was now a pastel yellow ribbon tied to Sakura’s left wrist.

"Is that…?" Cyrille trails off, a mirror ache in his chest for Sakura.

“It’s been here the entire time.” Sakura says, glancing back to the screen that was still displaying the image of Sakura and Leia’s hands. “This is what’s been eating up my magic this whole time. And I didn’t even know until now.”

Carefully, they turn their hand so that their wrist was in view.

Just as they suspected, the word “heaven” was sewed onto the wrist part of the ribbon in a darker shade of yellow.

“…”

Sakura curls into Cyrille’s side again and begins to cry.

He wraps his other arm around them, tucking them under his chin and beginning to gently rub their back. Again, words fall short. What could he possibly say that could compare to something that hurts this much, this deeply? But he can hold them, at least. Crying alone is always worse.

Sakura can’t bring themself to hold the hand with the ribbon on it, so they let it hang again as they silently cry. It hurts far too much for so many reasons. And they completely forgot all about her. What kind of person does that make them? Sakura closes their eyes as they cry, barely even moving.

They don’t see the slight blur of the air around them. They don’t see the soft white ‘shadow’ that leans against Sakura’s back with its eyes closed, wearing an expression that was just as sad as Sakura’s themselves.

They don’t see the ghostly hand that holds onto theirs, which is tied with a pastel pink ribbon.

The figure hums for a moment, then opens its eyes and blinks at Cyrille.

Leia mouths thank you before closing her eyes again and slowly fading away.

Slightly stunned, Cyrille stays quiet, certain that telling Sakura about that glimpse of a long-dead friend would only make them even more upset. But… well, if that ghost thanked him for this, he must be doing something right.

Sakura cries for a while longer, but then eventually they stop. They gently headbutt Cyrille to alert him that they’re okay now. At least, as okay as you can be after re-learning that you have a dead lover that was killed by your worst enemy.

#🌸 anon #alt world context

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butchhansolo · 9 months

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Ok well now you've got me interested in your thoughts on crosshair, please go off on one I'll gladly read it

oh GOD where to even start

well first of all let me just put it on the table that i don't like the Crosshair Still Has His Inhibitor Chip Through To Season 2! camp like at all. sorry. i'm taking this way more seriously than i should but that's kind of the fun of it for me so here goes -- this theory does 2 things that i dislike about blorbo fandom-/woob-ification, for me: 1) his agency and flaws are wiped away in favour of crosshair being the universe's favourite punching bag pathetic little meow meow who everything bad happens to for no good reason just because they want to be mean to him through the deus ex It's Not His Fault Actually! mind control, granting him total absolution from, and 2) it completely ignores the narrative of the overall story which requires crosshair to have agency in his own decisions or else it all falls apart. there would be no weight to his poor decisions in the latter half of s1 and no weight to the batch letting him choose to stay with the empire. cody literally outlines the point of crosshair's narrative: "We make our own decisions. Our own choices. And we have to live with them too." -- the point is making bad choices and living with it and being better, the point is that he makes mistakes and is irrational and angry and so so heartbreakingly human, and as all humans do, just as he has a say in his misdeeds, he also has a say in choosing to be a better person than he was before.

having his chip be the influence causing him to do the idiotic shit he does is literally a detriment to his character at the point we're at now -- it makes him less interesting in favour of turning him into a Nothing sob story, and it's just a disservice to his character. even if s3 pulls it out of the bag as an A-Ha, Gotcha! where he does have his chip in, all that'll do is sink tbb to an F tier show for me because literally why. what's the point anymore.

crosshair is interesting/a favourite for me specifically because of how raw and human he is. he hates that his brothers left him behind enough to choose to side with the empire to spite them, but he still loves them so he keeps them safe from the empire despite it. he loves his brothers, he's a piece of shit, he protects those he's close to but that circle is comically small and he fails to recognize who it is that are in the same boat as him and who they should be facing as a common enemy (the regs and the empire, respectively) until it's shoved in his face (yaaaay character development). and he thinks he's special and talented and skilled enough to outpace the fact that he's a clone, he's naive enough to believe that the empire will ever see him as more than canon fodder just as long as he's useful, just as long as he's more useful than all the other clones, just as long as he's a good soldier, and permit me to connect this to my own experiences with being a minority but this in particular resonated because like. the people who hate me aren't ever going to see past what i was born as, no matter how much i put myself in a nice box and make myself palatable. and putting down others who don't do the same only harms the people who are my family. it's a worthy lesson to learn, and it has a lot of potential in crosshair's story, if they develop it further than the episodes we got with cody and mayday (doubtful given how kinda dogshit they are at committing time to these things but we'll see).

i guess in the end crosshair is compelling to me as a character who is all about growth. making bad decisions, choosing to be better, feeling and loving and caring too much or not enough and learning and growing and just being. human

#.txt #oh boy that was a doozy #anyways stan crosshair he's a piece of shit #unedited i am Not reading this again you r getting my raw thoughts #analysis

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honeybeekao · 2 years

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top 10 enstars

im gonna take this as meaning characters just know im giggling at this

1. rei - who's surprised? no one. his aura is alluring if youre not ritsu so i think im justified. also im mentally ill and he's mentally ill and ive decided we're mentally ill together. vampires with back pain and gay tendencies unite. he's such a kind creature there's so much love in his heart, and i wanna hug him!! i think people should pull him out of his coffin more, if only to make sure he's alright because god can he isolate. if you get me started on how rei feels about himself i'll start sobbing, he doesnt feel human due to being placed on the highest pedestal and othered his entire childhood and i just want him to feel worthy of love. also need him to recognize the love HE feels is real and not evil and he's not evil and OUGDHDHZJ rei's so sweet he's my favorite weirdo, i love him

2. oh god okay Madara - i actually cant pick between him and kaoru sometimes so these two are interchangeable. i think madara's like the most interesting character ever, theres something wrong with him BUT it isnt in the way that /he/ thinks. he isnt a monster and i think he deserves to be held gently. also he needs to wear a wedding dress and more flowy sleeves in my opinion he's sooo pretty he's beautiful he's gorgeous. his whole outlook on religion being disdain and sorrow is understandable, i think the conversation with kanata where kanata says "you cant say such things, you need to respect it even if it isnt real. because it's real to them" - i think it's a little profound. he doesnt wanna respect something predatory and dangerous and life threatening, not to mention the worst thing of all, it hurt KANATA. which madara will never forgivw or respect. fuck you fish cult

3. kaoruuuuuu - i adore kaoru my aro babygirl my lovely poor sad little man, do you think if someone asked to take a selfie with him he'd get flustered? i think so. actually just boosting his ego would be fun because you know he's so pathetic IM NORMAL ABOUT KAORU I SWEAR okay Okay i think he's really sweet and deserves the world. he's oblivious and that's okay. also i need him to fix izumi for me because im not doing that (yes i am but dont tell him or izumi) date plan is like my favorite story, i love his conversation with rei soooo much. he's a little gay. (he's very gay) kaoru doesnt understand girls he should talk to arashi. also transfem kaoru fandom where are youu

4. chiaki - sweetie lovely "only enstars character with morals" my wonderful little hero boy, i dont think i need any justification if you dont like chiaki i don't trust you /j. he makes me feel so many emotions, i think everything he's done is so impressive because at a point he was Terrified that he couldn't do anything that he reeeaaally wanted to do. but he got there, eventually. scrimbly of a guy, he's so silly i totally believe he ends up in the hospital every month and kanata scolds him for it . and kaoru tsks at him for it and they both love him this is what i'm saying. ryuseitai as a unit are here too because i adore them all with my entire heart

5. rinne - never thought he'd be here but i'm also glad he is despite his attitude flaws. he's a bitch and i love him!! he's fucking ridiculous sometimes like i love that it's canon he's pretended to be walking a runway because of his FS outfit. also his ways of getting things to work, while insane and good god why would you do that, it makes him so interesting. i cant believe this man exists in the enstars universe he's like an anomaly to me (oh did i mention he also has the "im not human" issue? all of my blorbos are ill) he's pretty. dont tell him that. or do, see what happens he probably needs to hear it. he feels he's disappointed hiiro already and so he avoids him which also makes me unbelievably sad. please hug your little brother he misses you. i promise you didn't disappoint anyone!!!

6. izumi - i joke that he's my problematic fav but i think what happened here is he has the perfectionism illness that leads to self destruction and mean approach to loving others. and i understand this on a level due to people in my life, i think he deserves a caring hand and should also get shoved a couple times. like once a year. i got obsessed with ironic blue and i Never went back im not sorry. ALSO HE'S SO EASY TO BOTHER i think kaoru should challenge him to more shit it's incredibly entertaining, those two <3 there's something wrong with him and He knows it and Everyone knows it, No One here is acknowledging it though!

7. kohaku - I LOVE KOHAKU he's so funny he's like an oddball but isnt an oddball and it's because he fucking grew up on the internet! i love that he treats his 2 units like a day and night job umm DOES HE EVER SLEEP? dear enstars dear cospro, he's 15 that isn't healthy. he makes me sad because he's still a kid and will continue to sorta be a kid because of growing up in such a Way. being locked away by your assassin family cannot do anything good for your mental health. i'm glad he has companions though, and i'm sure he at least has fun in idol stuff. how the fuck does he deal with rinne AND madara daily? i think i'd die. dealing with them in my head is already a nightmare sometimes /affection

8. keito - picking these is not difficult actually im having fun. KEITO HASUMI'S MY POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW dear god i look at him in any given moment and go Awwwww........ 😰 i love him so much. how can you be so stuck up yet So prone to causing problems. it's so fucking funny he's a little embarrassing and i think is very easy to mess with. madara says he's taking kuro away to be a solo unit and keito flips his shit he feels SO betrayed, this poor guy. i would say he's gullible, but that one's more on the sense of He doesnt trust madara at all and can totally envision that being the truth, hey madara at least one person thinks youre capable!! <3 keito's so normal and so very unhinged all at once, i love his glasses and his intertwining story with eichi and rei, i love his unit. akatsuki my beloveds i really like all 3 of them dearly

9. ritsu - oh ritsu dear ritsu you make me so sad i dont know what to do with myself. he can't stand change because it feels like loss to him, cough cough thisll happen when your brother is gone cough, but his home in knights is everything. he's sooo smart and i love when he's content and happy. just chilling out, he deserves it and i think him sharing that with others is really sweet. i think ritsu should take more shared naps with people, all of knights should nap more!! especially tsukasa. him and mao are insane to me i havent looked into them too much so you arent getting analysis, but mao's very obviously important to him

10. natsume - i love this witch boy with all my heart, probably just as much as i love the transmasc hc for him. i think he's a fucking genius, i think he's gonna dominate the world with his powers, i think he's insane but he's too little to be scary. also war era makes me Cry, the other oddballs were protecting him from as much of the evil as possible, sobs weeps hits the pavement. switch are very important to me.. i Love natsume's design they outdid themselves when creating him, coolest hair Ever..i think he should've had fangs though. Give natsume fangs and a trans flag thank u

honorable mentions!!

kanata, arashi, niki, mayoi, hinata, souma, hokke, shinobu

#enstars #here u go my thoughts off the top of my head #rei sakuma #kaoru hakaze #madara mikejima #chiaki morisawa #izumi sena #rinne amagi #ritsu sakuma #natsume sakasaki #kohaku oukawa #keito hasumi #🐦#top 10 #enstars tag

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asksoldieron · 7 months

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WTF Are We Doing Here? (Pinned Intro Post!)

This is my website!

My comments are broken! You know what works slightly better than WordPress comments? Tumblr! My few readers are already here and I'm lookin' for more! So, screw it, time for a side blog!

HEY, TUMBLR! FREE BLORBOS RIGHT HERE! AND NARY A ONCELER AMONG THEM!

"Are they traumatized?" I hear you say. YES! God, yes.

"Are they neurodivergent?" I hear you say. YES! AND SO AM I!

"Do they fuck?" I hear you say. YES! But not here, because the algorithm will eat me if they do. I want to be seen! There will be language and probably violence and queerness and political opinions, but don't get me in fucking trouble, Tumblr. I'm gonna get enough flack for the queerness. I'm very fragile. Be nice.

So! Let me babble for multiple paragraphs trying to explain myself to strangers on the internet, like usual!

This is Milo. If this blog functions the way I want it to, I'll make you some nice reaction images eventually, but Milo in shadow-puppet form will suffice for an example.

Milo says: I don't want to be an example!

Too bad! If you want to talk to Milo, use the ask button and address him by name. He lives in my brain, they all do. I'll get him for you. I'll make him talk.

Milo says: WHAT? *faints*

Well, Milo prefers to communicate in text and images for the time being, so we'll omit the quote marks for him, unless something changes.

Milo says: What? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY CHANGE?

Who knows? It's a very long serialized story and there's lots of character development. That's the fun part! Fixate on, I mean, be very normal about a character and get more and more and more content about them, watch them grow and change and develop relationships, scream at me and at them when you feel like it, and just keep doing that until I get bored or die. What's not to like?

For the moment, I'm the only one working on this story, and I can't afford to hire help, so we're not talking about flawless quality here, but it's free! (Or pay what you want.) So, please,

🌈Lower Your Expectations!🌟

Yay! There are a lot of site issues and there's only so much I'm able to do to fix it. Typos that look like words are my moral enema. If something is so broken you can't read it or understand it, or if I've really hurt you, please drop me a line (via the message box, if it's not for publication) and I'll do what I can. Otherwise, if you like this content and want more, be kind.

I'm autistic and high-masking so you will be speaking to the public-relations version of me. It's as buggy as my site! I'm just gonna be relentlessly positive about everything! Unless I can't. That's not necessarily your fault, but sometimes I can't. So if you're a little ND too, and a lack of response makes you crater - If I don't answer it's probably not because of anything you did. I got a lot on my plate and social ability is always the first thing to go.

Milo says: Preach, Sibling.

The versions of Milo and the others you'll meet will not be the canon versions, nor will their interactions here affect the story. So go nuts!

Milo says: What? No! Be nice to me too!

And, naturally, these versions exist in a context-free void where they can chat happily with strangers from another universe, even if the real ones would freak out and scream

Milo says: You can't mess around with my brain so I can't feel fear! Oh, my gods! I NEED my brain!

No, no. I'm only making sure you don't have an existential crisis due to the context-free void.

Milo says: Oh. Yeah. That's not a big deal. The context-free void has hot chocolate and snacks.

Right, so we're not hurting them. It's fine! It'll be perfectly safe!

Milo says: Yay❤️!

I'll do another post and give you the lowdown on myself and the main cast, including aliases and pronouns. Or, if you've tripped over this out there in your feed, you could always just go read the darn story. It'll take a while. There's a lot of it already. But we'll be here waiting for you! (Don't comment at the site. Are you reading me? You're on Tumblr, you are here to read. Maintain your reading comprehension at all times! The comments are fucking broken.)

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buffporcupine · 1 year

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*pulls a folding chair out of handbag* please tell me about your ocs

Ooh, my! You’ve made a mistake. <3 No, really, thank you sooo much for these asks, I love them to bits. Send more of these asks.

Anyway, it’s infodumping o’ clock.

TWs for death mentions, abuse, whatever tragic backstory shit I’ll have to mention.

So, I recently made a post about Kiyomi, which is one of my favorite OCs that I have, but now I gotta talk about my other OCs that I have. I have at least 100 little blorbo OCs, they have been plaguing my mind. Also, I have like a grand total of 12 human OCs 😭.

I’ll just make this post into pieces, and each piece with be a few paragraphs about one OC. Some are from the same universe, some are not.

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013.

013 is one of my more recently made OCs. She’s another one of my favorites, too. She’s from one of my WIPs, in which the plot is just about her, her best friend, and the adventures they go on. She’s also like, very sickly and small, she’s definitely one of those Always Sick (tm) kids. Her various sicknesses and chronic ailments were what caused her eventual death. She was fascinated by the stars, and the beauty of the night sky. She’d usually get her best friend, Victor, to lend her his telescope or teach her more about the other planets and galaxies. She said when she grew up, she wanted to be an astronaut. She spent lots of time studying space, and she really did want to see the stars in person. She died when she was a teenager. Victor lived to an old age, without her. Anyway, she’s just a cute OC. Ray of sunshine and everything. I hated writing the scene of her death, ugh. Below is a sketch of her.

She’s my bby for sure.

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Mary-Anne Taylor.

This OC is from a totally different universe from Victor and 013. She lived around the 1980s and 1890s, and died to sickness. Now, she is a ghost who possesses a glass doll. The glass doll is similar to her in looks, and that is why she chose it. She was a child when she died, so she still likes learning new things and playing outside. She had a little sister that she loved to play with and take care of. I mainly use this OC for rps, where I have her ask the other character about what special things have happened since her death. Very cute overall. I don’t actually have any concepts for her design…? She loves to catch bugs and run in the mud, she had no care for what “being proper” meant. She’s just a bro.

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Yui Barkes.

Yui is just this emo girl who wears lots of eyeliner and hides the lower half of her face under a vintage gas mask? The gas mask, though, is only half there for aesthetics, as she has this kuchisake-onna style smile scar going across her face. It’s very bloody and unsettling, and it’s unknown as to how she got the scar. It makes her look badass, even if she is insecure about it. She’s a guitarist for a grunge band, and she writes most of the band’s music. Her girlfriend is in the band as well. She’s a very cool character and she sounds like the sort of person anyone would want to be friends with. I have her made in GC but I won’t bestow that horror upon you.

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Magic Jack.

This lil’ guy is an OC I made as a joke, after keysmashing on a Chinese keyboard and accidentally texting my friend about an explorerer named Magic Jack destined to penetrate a barrier into a Forbidden City. I have no clue what it was about, but now le Magic Jack has a design, and he is a gay icon.

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Ven Omause.

This OC was meant to be a YTTD OC, but now she’s detached from that and part of her own original story. She’s based on the YTTD dolls in the sense of her name meaning something weird and sinister or just being a misspelling of a phrase to look like a name. E.g. Tia Safalin, Sue Miley, Rio Ranger… Ven is based off the motif of snakes, snake powers, snake obsession, snake everything. She even has her tongue pierced so it looks reptillian. Her whole shtick is that she’s a serial killer with DID, one personality being an innocent high school student and one personality being a snake obssessed serial killer.

~~~ Anyway, there’s the end of the infodump.

I didn’t know which OC to infodump about, so I did a handful of them. Which is the most interesting? Which should I talk about more?

Thanks if you read this, BTW.

Thank you for the ask, please send more like it!!

#buffporcupine

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aceouttatime · 1 year

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Hello, I have come with a few-- not too many just this list here-- questions about the man Sylvan, please please. <3

First, I would love to know just the basics of him and his situation. Age, height (if shrunk, before and after shrink would be lovely), job, general personality and things. What are his flaws/damages that he/the story wants to change or heal? Where do we really get to meet him in his story? What happened before that, did something major lead him here or is something major about to happen? Do you just kind of focus on the one story/life of Sylvan or do you have AUs? Would love to know a bit of the setting(s)!

I'll leave it there for now and then come back with more questions and/or follow ups whenever you have time to answer and I have time to send an ask again <3

Much love to ur face, Belle <3

Hello, dearie! Thank you for your, in all honesty, frighteningly intense interest in my blorbo, Sylvan--it both warms my heart and concerns me just a little haha <3

The Rundown "So, I'll start. My name is Sylvan Okeanoú, and I am a private investigator working for the NYCPD. As we've discussed, and is evident by the fact that I'm standing on your desk, I've been through hell and back in the past twelve hours." -Mr. S. Okeanoú, 2023 Sylvan (he, him, his) is ~31 years old, 6'1, and is probably too smart for his own good. To answer your question, yes, he does end up a bit shorter after a series of unfortunate mishaps that I'll definitely highlight when I actually get around to writing his story. Specifically, he ends up around 4 inches tall, and I can say with certainty that the lad will *not* have a good time with that (at least at first). So, yes, he ends up quite liddol :)))

Flaws n' General Aims of Story Ok, so Syl's most significant flaws are probably his independence and his ego, both of which stem from his upbringing (bits and pieces will probably be revealed throughout the story) and his intrinsic need to prove his worth. His job suits his perfectionism and feeds into his...sliiight...superiority complex. Even so, behind all that cold curtness and false bravado is a severely neglected, softer side riddled with anxiety and distrust that has led to a sense of belonging and loneliness. The story I plan to tell will focus mainly on him opening up and letting himself be okay with reliance on others. Perhaps he doesn't have to be the strong one all the time. It's been a struggle for him to be vulnerable throughout his life, and learning to trust someone in the face of forced vulnerability might bring out a new side of him. Gotta break that toxic machismo somehow--sorry, I don't make the rules, I just break 'em for story purposes XD

Story Framework Well, beyond it being a G/t story, the big, kind of *genre* it falls into is a modern-day detective plot. Okeanoú and his colleagues have been investigating a series of disappearances that have happened over the course of about a year now, consistently coming up empty-handed in terms of new leads. Things are tense, his reputation plummeting, and funding is drying up. If Syl doesn't pull something together soon, more people will get hurt, and all of his hard work will have been for nothing. That low point is where we meet him: desperate for a lead, drunk on lack of sleep, caffeine, and cheap spirits, and even more of a short-tempered prick than he is typical. He finds a strange note, however, that changes everything and kicks off what could be described as the worst month of his life. ;)

AU Shenanigans HMMM...alright, I'll let you in on a secret that's not really much of a secret. I have a University!AU that was originally going to be his main story, but I've since decided didn't have the stakes I was aiming for. It still exists in the recesses of my and @imvenusasaboy 's minds, and we talk about it occasionally. If you've heard me talk about Vir or Viri, that's the universe it was set in. I may do something more with it later, but for now, it's on the mental backburner. I have a good writing buddy that's helped me flesh out some of my ideas for the story, as well as a few very important characters--I'd give her a better shoutout, but she doesn't have a Tumblr, sadly. So, here, thank you fatraccoons for your lovely help! You're a saint <3 Other than that, he's not featured in much else. I do a bunch of artwork of him because I'm a goofball who enjoys pretty men with long hair.

Anywho, that's about it! Thank you bunches for your questions and just being a sweetheart in general! I love your work, and I love you loads, Belle <3 Your friendly-neighborhood-littleman, Alex P.S. Take this Sylvan painting as a lil sneak peak :)

#aceouttatimeasks #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #sfw g/t #oc:sylvan #little guy #g/t writing #i haven't decided on a name for his story yet or i'd tag it #I'm slacking here #oc

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voidlessmaze · 1 year

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003 for shigaraki? <3

hii lily omg <333

thank you sm for asking for my bestest boy shigaraki 🛐🛐

003 | Give me a character and i will tell you

• How i feel about this character:

he is my bby he is my blorbo he is my little meow meow i want to bite his cheek i want to kiss it i want to hold him gently and never let go i want to braid his hair i want to cling to him like a koala bear he is my boyfriend he is the loml he is my heart (excuse my simping lily i don’t have the means to hold back 🥲 my love is too huge pls don’t regret asking me for shiggy 😭😭)

• All the characters i ship romantically with this character:

me myself and I. shigaraki x maze. my otp for him <33. okay okay okay but in universe i guess i don’t really ship him with anyone seriously? i think shiggy x natsuo is hella funny (istg it’s the superior shiggy ship because the fanfic potential 🤌🏻 (someone ask me to explain myself please please please they’re so much fun)), also shiggy x eraserhead for the crack. otherwise i can’t really see him with anyone romantically because like?? i am right here i am perfect for him <333

• My non-romantic OTP for this character:

oooohhh alright i’ll have to go with him x spinner because they are video game besties 🥺🥺🥺 they can talk about video games all day and play together and they can just forget about everything and enjoy their time together <33 but also shiggy x the whole league <33 because in my heart they are a family <33

• My unpopular opinion about this character:

for some reason this is quite unpopular in the grand scheme of things but shigaraki is the hottest mf alive. he is vv pretty and sooo?!?!? hot and sexy and (excuse my simpery i am trying to remain normal here alright) i love him sm?? i can’t emphasise enough how gORGEOUS i think he is

look at him!!! he is perfect <3

• One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon:

for his own well being i wished he would have distanced himself from afo at some point. like that the league and him realised their goal strays from the ugly potato’s goal and just kicked him to the curb. and became a found family more. and maybe killed afo a little. i also wish he can be saved because i think he should be saved and idk how exactly that would happen and idc how unrealistic it is but i want shiggy to be happy <333 also if he ends up being saved i want him to be the biggest deku stan (after kacchan of course) snsjjssn i just think that would be cute if he says deku is his favourite hero 🥺🥺🥺 and i want him to have a dog again after all this is over

• My het ship:

shigaraki and what woman lmaoo my best boy doesn’t interact with women. the only one he is close to is toga and that’s a no-go! so no het ships for him <333

• My fem/slash ship:

i’ll go with shiggy x natsuo actually like i said they’re super funny and i am all in for the touya/todoroki drama that would ensue in that relationship. and i think that ship is a vvv rare ship and i want more people to know about them (istg if you have all the facts you realise how great they are!!)

• My OTP:

shigaraki x happiness <3333 (but also me and shiggy of course cough cough cough i would make him happy <33 i wouldn’t have let him tumble to the ground i would have caught him 🙄🙄)

• My OT3

shigaraki x hugs x a very nice and warm meal <333 i just want him to be happy fr that’s all i want for him. to be safe and happy (and in my arms,,, i AM SORRY OKAY I JUST LOVE HIM SM 💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️)

• My crossover ship:

ehh idkidk

• My kink:

???? i am confused. like my kink fOR him (is that even english shsjsj)?? my kink in regards to him??? what i think his kink would be?? just a random kink of mine?? i am sorry op of this ask game but this is not clear. anyway no context whatsoever and not specifying which one i am going for: hands. i sAID WHAT I SAID NOW LEAVE ME SIT IN SHAME 😭😭😭

• A headcanon:

okay now this will be long so buckle in. i think toga tried to braid his hair aT LEAST ONCE or put it in pigtails or some shit and he pretended he hated it but it actually made him think of his sister and he doesn’t let toga touch his hair again because it makes him sad. he is iNCREDIBLY touch-starved. this isn’t even a hc at this point there is no way this couldn’t be canon. i think he craves hugs but let’s be real, with his quirk and being partly raised by that potato looking bitch who probably laughed at his face when bby shigaraki even expressed some need for hugs he probably doesn’t think he is allowed to hug people. his favourite game is animal crossing. he keeps it a secret because it’s so wholesome and the gameplay is so uncomplicated but he enjoys building a village and making it look all ugly (let’s be real he has no sense for aesthetics and his island would be all over the place but he’d be so proud). he consumes monsters only and it’s not even one of the special flavours, it’s just the original one. he probably sends hate anons on tumblr 😐😐 embarrassing shiggy get a grip. he is in a forum for all might and other hero slander. he sleeps in fetal position with his fists pinned to his chest. he loves dogs and is one of the people who can’t walk past one without pointing out there is a dog (he also smiles and waves at them :))) the lov names IS isnpired by lol. he doesn’t shower regularly he just gives me big big having a depression hoodie vibes. he is a troll online. he has the worst spelling while texting. he puts the league of villains contact names like “do not text back” “this one’s kinda gross” “likes games” “blonde???” “wizard ordered from wish” etc. he hates emojis. ate dirt as a child and calls it a core memory. needs to be reminded to drink water. i do have more but this is getting kinda long i am so sorry shsjsjss

• My gender bend:

she’d be so hot. women who can disintegrate me with a touch brain go brrrr. 🛐🛐🛐🛐

here is the ask game <33

#thank you for the ask <333 #i realise this is the first time we like interacted interacted lily #i am so sorry this is not a good first impression #i went fERAL with this one so so sorry #shigaraki #shiggy #bnha #ask game <33 #mutuals <3333

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