it may be time to put the Coahuila and Texas twin headcanon onto the table 👀👀
AAAAAAA JUST GOT OUT OF SCHOOL SO BRAINROT TIME!
I read about Texan history fairly recently since i was writing a practice draft about him and suddenly the headcanon gods gave me this wonderful idea I'm excited to share with y'all.
Texas and Coahuila were fraternal twins who were born a few years before the Mexican territory of "Coahuila y Tejas" was founded (around 1817). Neither of them can remember if they were born of a human mother or if they just popped into existence, like many other personifications (i have another whole ass headcanon for this one)
As twins, they both share similarities. They both share the same button nose and the same tanned skin. They both have freckles around their cheeks (although Texas's are more noticeable) and they both have a lisp that comes out when they're angry as fuck.
But as people, they have their differences as well. Coahuila is a girl while Texas is a boy. Coahuila is the "eldest" while Texas was the "youngest." Coahuila's eyes are the brightest honey eyes you'll ever see, while Texas's are more of a smooth, chocolate colour.
Coahuila wanted her people to be free, for them to live as people instead of slaves.
Texas wanted to keep his slaves, and he wanted to be free himself.
Coahuila was always proud and loud to be a Mexican state. Texas never thought of himself as one in the first place.
One night, he had a decision to make. Either keep pushing for American statehood or for independence, breaking their relationship beyond repair, or to free his slaves and to join his sister and the rest of the Mexican states.
The next day, October 2, 1835, the first battle against Mexican authorities for the Texan Revolution started.
April 22, 1836. He had to say his goodbyes to Coahuila. He headed towards his first home, trying his best to ignore the sting in his heart while doing so.
Instead, he was greeted into an empty shell of the house he knew, the only two objects left resting in the once living room. The rocking horse that he got as a gift for his 5th birthday from a local carpenter, and the cowboy hat that his sister made him for his 12th birthday. A small letter was on the interior of his hat, right besides the small, carved "C - For T" on the leather.
As a tear tolled down his cheek, reality hit him of what he really lost in the midst of the war. But there was no backing out now.
Nowadays, they're on tiny bit better terms. Not too much as the carefree siblings they once were, but they don't send representatives when they know the other is gonna be present in any context imaginable. Texas stopped hiding his birthmark from everyone, and Coahuila doesn't deny that they're blood related anymore. It's tiny steps, but it still matters at the end of the day.
In the holidays, New Mexico and Arizona tend to seek out after Texas and Utah started to bring him in whenever Christmas came around. Coahuila makes sure to take out her prettiest clothes and her sharpest eyeliner and makes sure to bring Nuevo Leon with her to party all night and day.
Sometimes, they both sit down outside on a dark field, under the light of the moonlight, staring at the horizon, hoping that wherever the other is, they're well fed and warm and safe. They both hope the other is okay, since they can't say that for themselves.
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This was supposed to be a short and happy headcanon what happened— NEWAYS— have fun with this y'all :}
Do you guys think Chuuya ever went to Odasaku's grave. Do you think he stood there, unsure whether to curse or laugh or cry because what the fuck, what the fuck. He didn't even know the man, other than that he made Dazai want to die less, and yet, and yet-- nice things don't stick around when you're in port mafia. Maybe it's Odasaku's fault maybe it isn't, Chuuya didn't fucking know. He didn't fucking care because deep down, he always knew Dazai was going to leave one day. He just didn't know it would be this soon.
smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.
that relatable moment when you assumed the girl you used to care for perished in a tragic lab ablaze incident and only realized she still lived when you stumble upon her years later after you've erased yourself from everyone's memories and now she no longer remembers you
Wild that anytime I post an update a lot of people read it and are even excited about it and have their own thoughts and reactions to it that I'll never know.
Comments are only the very tip of the iceberg with it. And I am Very grateful to commenters for letting me in on it. But in the same way that I'll be excited with my friends when a fic we love updates, it's likely that Other people enthuse with Their friends when my fic updates. And it's just so strange. An experience I'll never have access to.
Everyone's relationship with my fic is unique. So many different people with so many different circumstances and preferences... and the number of people that have told me that my fic is one of their favorites, some even saying it's their Favorite favorite... every single one of them have their own relationship with my writing.
It's just interesting to me. I think and think and think on my writing. I have my plans for basically the entire fic, the way I want it to end already thought out, all the major plot beats and the relationship progressions, All of that thought out. I love my writing so very much, but I'm on the inside looking out. This is my mechanical horse, and I'm in here laying out the groundwork and pulling levers and constructing limbs, puttering away making the horse move. Forever and always, my relationship with it will be more intimate than anyone's, and yet more clinical. Because I know it better than the back of my own hand, but I'll never have the experience of reading it fresh. Of reading it without knowing everything that's going to happen from now to the end and beyond. I won't have the thrill of the plot twists I have planned, the delight at seeing things progress, the horror at seeing things go wrong...
This is my mechanical horse, and I'm making it move.
I just always wonder what it must be like to see it from the outside. I hope to others that it's a pretty horse.
one time in art club last year we got to make whatever with some leftover clay and cookie cutters, and like. me and a friend made ducks but like Just a duck would be boring so we decided to make one duck beheaded and one a mutant with two heads
the friend with the beheaded duck died badly so now this object has like. magnified importance to me as. essentially a memento. maybe the beheaded duck was cursed? in turn an extra head probably means more life. which is nice for me.
My favorite screenshots from hazbin hotel episode 3, the weird but cute radio demon part two
Rip. I don’t know if it’s just me, but it seemed to me that alastor might have been looking for approval with the whole “yes yes I’ve been apsent for some time, I’m sure you’ve ALL been wondering” I just have this feeling. Also the fact that the radio feedback had faded away while he was talking. What’s more, this isn’t the only time this happens. Not in this episode but still.
“No, not really.” The shocked face here speaks VOLUMES (pun not intended) it feels like he wanted someone in that room to at least admit that his absence had been noticed. But here there’s none of that. I’m thinking that alastor may have stayed at the hotel too long, cause at least with him there people actually talk to him and not completely ignore his existence. If you watch carefully during the rest of this scene no one actually talks to him afterwards. You could justify that it’s because it’s a meeting and thus there wouldn’t exactly be any time for chit chat, but I still think there might be something here to think about.
“Oooooh, tasty!” Alastor, what in the fresh hell does that mean?
Pictures of the besties!! I hope they’re still besties at least, we haven’t heard Rosie talk yet, but I hope she and alastor are close friends. And not anything like how mimzy was
I love that feeling when you're using a skill you're not confident in, and then it hits you just how much you improved without realizing it. Low self-esteem be damned, I can do this skill better than the average person!
sometimes i think about all the cute and fluffy and nerdy and domestic clewis moments we could have had in season 3 if angus didn’t leave the show and i always make myself sad