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seaside-writings · 1 year

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I reset my Island, and I didn't think about the fact that I'd lose Sherb, so now I will spend every last mile I have to get him back!

I'm gonna bring you home Sherb, I promise!

#sherb #sherb is one of my favs!#ac sherb #sherbacha #sherb acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #acnh island #i'm coming for you!#i'm gonna bring you home!#I messed up #but I'm going to fix it #nook miles #nookmiles

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amiharana · 1 year

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what do you guys think revali and link's love languages are?

for revali, it's absolutely words of affirmation but i'd also like to propose quality time as his "secret" love language. nobody wouldn't expect this stuck up birdie to be a sucker for doing things like flying together or napping in a hammock together, but once you think about it more, it makes more sense. and revali's arrogance and irritation are significantly quelled after getting back from a training session at the flight range or fishing in the hebra plunge with link.

for link, it's most certainly physical touch and i propose his "secret" one as acts of service. i love the headcanon that rito "kiss" by pressing their foreheads together and nuzzling each other or whatever, but i think link is the #1 rito kiss enthusiast. at this point, everyone in rito village has seen link on his tiptoes cupping revali's face in his teeny little hylian hands to initiate a rito kiss and revali's squawking and complaining, but ultimately returns the gesture much to link's delight.

i love the idea of revali braiding and doing hair maintenance on link as part of their nightly routine, or link looking for his weapons because where the fuck did they go until he finds revali in their shared roost, polishing his shields and retying his bow strings, all of his quivers fully stocked of regular and elemental arrows. revali is still quite bristly and blunt, so he's all mumbling embarrassed at being caught doing something sweet for his mate like, "it's incredibly dumbfounding that they still call you the hero of hyrule when your idea of weapon maintenance is sliding your blades against a rock like a bokoblin" or "i see now why you go through bows within a moon as quickly as you eat. you aren't changing your bow strings out and you're just using them until they snap! were i any less disturbingly infatuated with you, i'd dissolve our coupling for such atrocious behaviors." link just smiles at him, fond and warm, and any irritation revali feels dissipates into the air as he returns to the weapons, his feathers ruffling and muttering under his breath.

oop. now i feel like writing fic for this. 😳

#loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #revalink #revali be like Tell me i'm a good boy and also surgically attached me to your side so we're always together #link be like Please let me eat ur face and if u do one (1) nice thing for me i'll cry #i also considered gift giving as revali's “Secret” love language #but i think that should be a characteristic for all ritos because. bird.#revali will literally bring home a shard from a rusted blade and link is just like. Revali what am i gonna do with this #and revali's like idk but it was shiny so #so not only does link deal with (1) praise kink and (2) separation anxiety #he also deals with “revali i don't have any more space in my jewelry box for this”#“if you disapprove of my gift of courtship to you i would prefer that you say it directly”#“revali these are DIAMOND earrings where did you even get this from”#“... i had a favor with daruk and urbosa's jewelry maker.”#“REVALI. 🥹”#and then link rito-kisses him mwah happy ending i love gays in love #amihan's revalinkverse

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b4kuch1n · 6 months

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I'm not gonna screenshot it bc 1/it really doesn't matter that much and 2/the person who made the comment is a kid but: a while ago I made a comic that's supposed to be a genuine study and reinterpretation of someone else's sprite comic (made in the spirit of authenticity too - to recreate the vibes of the sprite comics from that era, iirc very specifically because it's funny) and I got a comment on that comic's post that's like "glow up"

which is a compliment obvs. and the commenter probably didn't mean anything by it, it's a common expression. but I've been trying to find a way to gracefully put that comment away ever since it appeared lol

I just very much don't want my art to be taken as trying to one-up someone else's art when that's not the piece's intention. especially when the piece that inspired my art is perceived as "low effort" or "shitpost" or stuff like that. I did mention in the tags of that post that my considering it a study is entirely genuine, and I can legitimately write pages about the cool stuff I find in it other than and inherent in the haha funneys, but that's not for you guys that's for me. I just think that approaching art competition-first like that is a miserable way to do it, and (tipping into overthinking here if the whole tiny-comment-got-stuck-in-my-brain-for-almost-a-month part hasn't given that away yet lol) I really don't want that to be the takeaway from my own art. at least generally. if I actually think the source material is trash and what I'm doing is genuinely categorically better I'd just come out and say it lmao

#bakuspeech #yeah it's the darkhog sprite comic #honestly I don't love comments that put my art and other artists' art in a hierarchy in general. wherever my art lands on that scale #especially when it comes to character writing and trans 'representation'#which like. idk man I'm writing One character. he's NOT gonna be The Trans Experience. he's gonna be one character.#but yeah I'd guess I'm writing it all out in a post bc it's not really a race that anyone opts in #I don't actively participate but by virtue of how my art is perceived I just end up on the scale anyway #so uh. I'm suggesting that we do not bring the scale into my house at all lmao #there's also the like. Don't Yuck My Yum guideline of looking at art that's like #I like the things I'm aping! most of the times! if I don't say it's shit and I'm drawing stuff from it usually that means I like it lol #and then you kinda come in like wow what you're doing here is better than the thing you like. and it's not like yknow.#really anything. it's extremely trivial comparatively. but you are in fact yucking my yum there #tldr please try not to think abt art u like vs art u don't as ''better'' or ''worse'' and #have grace for the things that don't please u personally. anyways I'm omw to finishing the frog now. just need to fell all the seams down #and put that boy in da spinner for a ride. and then it can live in a gift bag until the day #I really enjoy holding it actually... maybe after this one I'll make something else. tbh slick stretchy fabrics are superior to fuzzy fabri #doesn't pill And cooler to touch. stuffed toys for the subtropical population #I'll get a combilation of pics once the thing's at its new home. but for now. we must finish the job

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astarab1aze · 2 months

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➥ The Devilliers

so, something i mention but don't really dig into is the time between loux going into the fostercare system leading up to the full and complete commitment to his life as a criminal - and how important his foster family actually was to him when he was separated from his sisters.

to start, we'll list off his foster family members:

silvère devilliers ; grandfather (deceased)

letha devilliers ; grandmother (deceased)

jackie devilliers ; mother

beau devilliers ; father

fleur lalonde ; aunt

antonetta lalonde ; cousin

absalon lalonde ; cousin

most of the family lived in the town known as monroe, sister to altus but furthest from belle's hollow,

of all his foster family, he was closest to letha and silvère, who really had guardianship over him in the first place. old black folks who resolved themselves to care for wayward boys like loux. they were retired, genuinely good people, and they gave him the best love and care he could've ever asked for when he needed it the most. they were both very patient with him, despite how much trouble he got himself into, despite how much he caused, how many days of school he missed, how bad his grades got, the number of times they caught him smoking or high, and especially in spite of what jackie and beau had to say about him. in a sense, they understood perfectly where loux's heart was and had always been, and were the only people in his life to have ever figured it out; sometimes, a spade is just a spade, no matter what it's made of. rather, they accepted that there would be no controlling him, which wasn't their goal in the first place - merely to love a boy who could not love himself.

it sounds a bit like they were enablers, but i assure you, they most certainly were not ; much of loux's childhood and adolescence was very touch and go, thanks to dual puberties and his decision to go full-bore into the underground, but they never just let him get away with anything ( getting into the specifics of what they tried to do on a day-to-day would make this already long post even longer ), though some of their ( relative ) inaction had a hand to play.

anyway; he was lucky to have been placed into their care, as there simply weren't any shifter homes on the docket ( it's effectively legally considered attempted murder to try to place a shapeshifter in a vampire or were- household ; shifters are a favorite source of nutrition for vampires and weres are notoriously territorial even with each other ; all of this often means that shifters end up falling through the cracks anyway ). it was by the skin of his teeth letha & silvère devilliers applied when they had, and while they might not have been the same particular base breed he was ( both of the skunk variety ), they most definitely treated him as one of their very own. he was loved by letha and silvère, as if he were related to them by blood, the both of them endlessly impressed by how advanced his magic was at so young an age, his resourcefulness, his capability, his intelligence, how quick-witted he was - they adored him. they took pity on him and took him home, gave him a place to comfortably rest his head, a home to return to when he was tired and afraid, a place to be a child while he still had the chance.

but loux was always decisive and devious; in more ways than one, he'd already made a certain choice that would alter his life irreparably, and such was the choice to covet power. he cried for a day, when his parents died, and it would more or less be the last time before he set his childish plans in motion. all he needed was a place to sleep, and someone to pet his hair until his achy, feverish shifter body finally shut down. he never expected to love the devilliers, too. he never factored in how much they'd end up meaning to him, thinking of them when he'd make his worst decisions, wander into the underground in search of...something that would start him properly down the path. the fastest way to reach his goal wasn't school but experience and a willingness to do everything it took, including selling his soul for just a chance to bring his parents back. and he killed himself every day for it.

in his early teen years, when he first really dipped his toes into the underground proper, witnessing death and untold misery, he was hit with blasts of ice in a run-in with deadeye and his crew, whose thugs dumped his unconcious body at the edge of the mirewood, the expansive swamp between monroe and belle's hollow. he was found by mauszan clerics, but in all the uncertainty and all the commotion, silvère fell ill; hysterical with worry that loux, a boy he and letha had been trying so hard to adopt while he threw his life away so he'd have something to come back to when all his fighting was done - suffered a heart attack that ultimately killed him in the days following. loux was in a grave condition of his own, barely clinging to life as ice burned its way through his body, afflicting him with enfeebling ice-sickness, lost in a coma, which did absolutely nothing to help matters within the family. all distraught and beside themselves, the devilliers began to fall apart, and nearly all of them blamed loux for it in some fashion or another - the way they treated him changed, how they talked about him changed, but the only person who didn't blame him, who put it on 'the way of things', who perhaps babied him a smidge because she was terrified he'd die too, was letha.

misplaced though it was.

when he woke from his coma, it was jackie and beau who broke the news of silv's heart attack and subsequent passing - they made no effort to hide their personal feelings toward him, going so far as to fight with him the same day he was released from the bloodweaver's. at the time, he was disoriented and confused, so it didn't quite set in that maybe, perhaps he'd been the catalyst after all - silv wouldn't have had his heart attack if loux could keep himself out of trouble for five godsdamned minutes. but in the aftermath, he started to drift away from the family, from everyone but letha, silv's death acting as a tipping point for him. he couldn't deal with the truth, not properly, and ultimately rejected it, stepping further and further into the underground - committing more of himself to learning more and becoming worse. doubling down led him down a much darker path, then, and the troubles with deadeye began in full.

loux was a scrapper & drug mule for deadeye's competition, when he first dipped his toes into the underground following silv's death, meaning he fought and committed crimes for rival gangs, small-time or not.

because of loux's renewed and dogged persistence, deadeye felt the need to send a particular message - you and everyone you love will die if you continue to work against me. this did nothing but stoke an already high-burning flame within him, tweaking achy nerves and urging him to make foolish decisions, like stealing from deadeye. it wasn't enough to have loux beaten to the brink of death the first or second time, he had to make his message clear and unavoidable. so, he put a tail on loux and had his every waking moment stalked and recorded - who his family was ( meaning the devilliers; lucienne and leonie were unknowns and carefully kept secret ), who his friends were, what he ate for breakfast, when letha would do her shopping, etc. all to blindside loux and make the message ring loud and clear. and one day, when loux had left the underground and was making his way home, deadeye dispatched a handful of his goons and had letha murdered in her home - but loux was quick in his return and found them hovering over letha's body, having just ripped her to pieces. he set them on fire one by one, instinct kicking in and guiding his actions, and exposed those flames to high-oxygen, causing them to pop like balloons and explode like grenades, painting letha's home with the guts and gore of the people who killed her.

letha's death is what drove home the fact that loux is, in fact, at fault for everything that letha and silv had suffered, from economic frustration to their deaths, but he was in far too deep to ever find a way out of the hole he'd dug himself. it is his fault they're dead, the only two people in the world who loved him for him, unconditionally and without reproach. he may as well have killed them with his own two hands. it would've been easier on them, less violent, a subtle poison in their morning coffee, slipping away in their afternoon naps-- it would've been easier and better if it'd just been him; and when the sorciers came, he lied. everyone lied. jackie, beau, and antonetta all lied to keep him from being taken to the triangulary ( where he would've been stripped of his magic, tortured and experimented on until he died, then magically super-glued to a flesh-warden's body ). but they lied so he would feel worse, so the guilt would weigh on his conscience forever, and they would each and all turn their back on him from then on.

the guilt ate him alive and though he didn't try as hard as he should've, he was now left with no option but to put the final nail in the coffin and let it all go. he could never live a normal life, he had to accept the consequences of his choices and actions, and that meant taking the final step and becoming who he is now. ruthless, unforgiving, distrusting, murderous, careful, scheming, just bastard enough to outwit the likes of deadeye ( who, while understated, he loathes immensely ). he became deadeye's biggest competition, cutting into his most lucrative profits, stealing from him, killing swaths of his goons just for happening to cross his path, sending oh so many messages of his own. in just under two years, he became such a problem for deadeye that he paid off a group of weres to kill him while he was staying at the packhouse. obviously, they didn't succeed, but there were enough of them that he was caught by surprise again and overpowered - they came very close to killing him, but just his will to live alone proved enough to save himself ( his flame really helped ).

at the time of silv's death, he was 13. at the time of letha's, he was 16. at the time of his departure from the family et al, he was 17. when deadeye tried to have him killed, he was 19.

ultimately, he spent nine years with the devilliers, and was both directly and indirectly responsible for everything that happened to them. he was and is the problem, every bit as much as he is a victim, and everything he does is a not-so-veiled attempt to protect himself and others from him. he cannot shake the guilt he feels, but he's grown so used to it, it slowly burns away at him, everpresent but nameless, now. it has all irreparably damaged how he sees and interacts with other people, how he sees relationships of any and all kinds be they romantic, professional, friendly, etc. he refuses to form attachments if he can avoid it ( however untrue that seems to be at present ). he lies, hides, denies, omits information, ghosts, shrouding himself in a happy-go-lucky sort of disingenuousness to prevent himself from being known, understood, loved, from ever feeling all that pain again. if he doesn't care, it's easier. if he has no attachments, he won't miss anyone and no one will miss him. no mourning, no grief, no pain, no nothing. it's better this way. it's fine this way. he has shit to do anyway. a family to save, a star to find. fuck everything else.

needless to say, the devilliers meant a lot to him, even if he doesn't necessarily have the words to express why and what he felt, or realize just how much they influenced some of his choices. he was always going to be a criminal, taking shortcuts and resolving himself to delusional undertakings because the ends justify the means, and he's already made up his mind - but he took everything he learned from the devilliers and applied all of it to how he lives his live in tandem.

individual relationships with listed foster family members, in order of importance and closeness;

⸻letha... retired nurse; she is the one he misses and loves the most, genuinely so. she spent the most time with him, got to know him inside and out, figured out what made him tick and how badly he just wanted to be loved. she couldn't make him see it, but she would love him no matter who he chose to be, and she would protect, nurture, care for, and discipline him when he needed it most. they were two peas in pod, singing songs and telling stories, practicing magic and shifting when things got especially bad. he was her boy just as she was his gran, and he respected her, listened to her best, feared her disappointment, her rejection of him. he wanted her to be proud of him, and she was, she was... she taught him how to sew, how to cook, how to brew potions, what to do when he needed to discharge magic, how to speak creole and sunjatti, and so much more; were it not for her, he wouldn't be half as resourceful as he is now.

⸻silvère... retired sorcier; they had a tense relationship, but loux didn't love him any less. they had a sort of...understanding. silv knew early on loux was gonna cause a world of trouble, and came around to the same realization letha had - that all they could do for a boy like him was love him, whatever form that had to take. he gave him tough love, a stiff upper lip, stoicism, courage, flights as herons above the mire, dances with water moccasins in the swamps, death rolls with alligators-- in a few ways, silv taught loux how to be a man, and how to be a shifter, how to appreciate both aspects of himself and to never let anyone break his spirit ( just put it to better use! ). he played a pretty big role in loux's education as well, often pushing him to learn new things, to master them, to do and be the best he possibly can - he had the decency to help with difficult subjects, shapeshifting, birds & bees, etcs.

⸻fleur... runs a clothing store in altus; auntie fleur, ant fannie, fluflu, fluff queen, vanity in bright colors and deceptive sass. he liked her spirit, her individuality, her unwillingness to tolerate bullshit. very shrewd business woman, and on days it was her turn to deal with the family's biggest problem child, she'd let him sit in and watch her work her magic. he picked up on a lot of her energy, her exuberance and persistence, charisma and body language, committing a bit of it to memory. he learned how to bookkeep from her and she was a hardass about it. if he was gonna hang around, he was gonna get put to work. good thing, too, idle hands and all. he liked her a lot. their relationship was like any aunt-nephew relationship otherwise, something, well, normal about it.

⸻absalon... kind of a douche, studying douche physics at douche college - but loux never had any particularly strong feelings for or against him. they were bros at times and enemies at others. they were never close, even when they played together as kids. they shared remarkably few interests. any conversation beyond blahblah small talk was something loux found horrifically drab. much as he liked certain sports, talking about them was just boring. talking about anything with absalon was boring, and he had a slight ' i'm better than you cos i don't cause problems ' air about him. not a bad guy, just.... blah.

⸻antonetta... he wouldn't have pissed on her if she were on fire. next. they had a very intense aversion to one another that oscillated between cold shoulders, silent treatments, screaming matches, and outright fistfights. part of the reason they butt heads so much is because of how similar they are - both big personalities with a penchant for causing big trouble, both lashing out like wildlings in an effort to be seen, heard, and understood, being too selfish and starved for attention to give each other a few minutes in the spotlight. antonetta felt like she had to compete for letha and silv's affections, so she took it out on loux, and loux ain't a fucking rat so he never tattled ( her losing out on some minutes of fame was just a bonus to adhering to his wayward principles ).

⸻beau... he didn't hate beau at first, but the more time he spent around him and jackie, the more convinced he was that there would never be a positive bond between them. he ignored him, for the most part, but they'd always end up in verbal fistfights over some sideways comment. blah. indifferent if a little annoyed towards him. beau was a blowhard, had his head shoved up his ass and a sense of humor that dragged. just wasn't a fun person to be around.

⸻jackie... he misses the fight - the screaming matches, nearly coming to blows from how intense their fighting would get, throwing fire and lightning at each other - but not her specifically. at all ( maybe the teeniest of hints, but still just for the fight ). they didn't have a good relationship. in fact, jackie hated him and with good reason, sure, but she was constantly calling for sorciers, evoking death, blaming him for every little thing that went wrong, demanding letha & silv give him back to the state. he would sell her ass to sanguinach himself for half a potato.

#➥ Loux.#death /#illness /#consequences of existing as a criminal -> bringing it home /#/ issa doozie #/ just really long #/ also i didn't feel like getting too into certain details especially pertaining to realism #/ this is fantasy bullshit land and also this is just a big summary of it all. not supposed to be 1-1 with real life #/ anyway you can see through this whole thing that loux is just as much The problem as he is a sufferer #/ and both does and does not possess the self-awareness to shape up and be a decent person (positive character growth)#/ at least not *really*. until he's in his 30s #/ why doesn't loux want to bring back letha and silv? he does. but they wouldn't want him to #/ i'm just gonna post it as is cos it's too long and i'm starting to repeat myself i think

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incorrect-hs-quotes · 2 years

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Aradia: another philosophical question that is very very related. is Chuck E Cheese a restaurant ?

Dave: absolutely not. it’s an arcade that happens to have “food”

Jade: i respectfully disagree, sir strider, because arcades lack one thing that Chuck E. Cheese has, performers. so, you may ask, what businesses have games, food, and performers?

Jade: a casino

Terezi: NOW TH1S 1S SOM3 S3M4NT1C BULLSH1T 1 C4N G3T B3H1ND

#homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #aradia megido #dave strider #jade harley #terezi pyrope #mod terezi #alright mom i'm off to the casino if you don't see me for a week don't worry about it #yes it's a casino #no i am not going to 'that weird rat place' again #no the cops aren't gonna bring me home after i try to eat all the balls in the ball pit

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there-will-be-a-way · 9 months

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My ex roommate threatens to call the cops on me.

Last Thursday I told him to leave my apartment and take all his belongings with him. He ended up leaving - but left most of his stuff at my place, including important documents 😒 Then told me he needs to get them. Didn't reply to his message because I have his number blocked. Now he texted me he's gonna call the cops on me if I don't hand out his stuff. I'm still in the psych ward though 🤷🏻‍♂️

Some of the other patients who are Experienced When It Comes To Police Stuff™️ let me know there's nothing the cops can do, especially since I'm still here. I'm not doing anything illegal. So imma keep ignoring him until I get discharged so that he gets real angry in the meantime and lives in misery

#personal posts #let him call the cops idc #they'd show up at the doors of an empty apartment #I'm in the hospital sorry bros 🤷🏻‍♂️#also #I went home today to eat cake with my aunt and took this opportunity to take a look at the mess #that ex roommate left behind #went into my bathroom and immediately walked out because I almost threw up #he'll only get his stuff once I'm outta here #*if* I end up handing it out #I could get rid of it and say it never was there #do they have proof?#no.#imma burn some of his important document at the very last #yes I'm petty #and you really have to be an asshole to bring me to that point #but peeing in my bed?#this guy's gonna get the worst of me #bring it on #call the cops #idc #psych ward blogging #the plan is that I'll be discharged on Wednesday but I might ask to be here a little longer #because going back into that apartment and cleaning this mess?#I already see myself riding my bike to the next store and relapse #and facing my family?#nah #I only seem so chill because I died on the inside like 5 times last week #I can't trust myself rn - I don't know how I'd react if I was back home

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sergle · 2 years

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Even as a Canadian I prefer dealing with the USPS to UPS/Fedex/DHL. Always professional as hell, it honestly usually arrives faster and 100% of the time in perfect condition, and they don't hold my packages hostage with 10% total value (or higher!!!) brokerage fees. When I order from the states, I try to always pay for USPS postage.

Yes!!! EXACTLY. USPS is the clear best carrier

#sergle answers #and yeah I hate it when other carrier hold shit HOSTAGE #and then they whine and bitch at you for not putting in a house address #and when you put in a home address they go WEH we can't deliver it to you we got tired #and then they bring it to the post office ANYWAYS #and I'm like why couldn't I. just put in my po box then... if you're gonna bring it anyway #and that's if it goes WELL

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autistic-shaiapouf · 4 months

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I’m living vicariously through you currently!!! It seems like so much fun !

You're so sweet!! I am having a BLAST out here, meeting other cosplayers has been so so fun, having that connection for a second feels incredible, and so does looking at all the merch, looking at all the vocaloid stuff and suddenly feeling very in place (as opposed to out of place lmao) with all my interests. I'm still here for a 3rd day tomorrow too 💖

Obligatory post of some of the things I've gotten so far:

The miku album still has me REELING, 14 year old me would be losing his mind having a physical copy of a miku album, also went wild finding those pics on the bottom right, I have no idea what purpose they serve but I saw chimera ants and started grabbing 💖

I met another cosplayer dressed as the same character as me!! They gave me butterfly stickers and I put them on my con badge, I put one on my hand and that's gonna be the first sticker I put on my laptop! I still have some prepwork for my outfit tomorrow but I'm excited to go as my own character and rep bug furries bc no one talks about us 😭 the days have all been pretty long but they're all enjoyable and I'm so glad I braved driving 3 1/2 hours to get to this, I'm having so much fun and I'm glad that's so evident in how I've been talking about this 💖💖💖

#trying to not show the full extent of all the voca stuff ive been getting 😭 i like them... the loids..#actually going to a voca trivia panel rn! dropped by my hotel room to drop off my stuff + violin and all #got some prints i gotta find room for at home too 💖 honestly one of the most fun things is to just sit down by a bug traffic area #and start seeing which outfits you recognize; makes me realize i need to watch more stuff lmao #I've also been carrying around a plushie prop i made all day and i lowkey wanna carry him around to more places #I'm wrapping him in my sweater bc I'm cold and wanna bring it but it's so funny that i look like I'm swaddling him like a baby #he's so cold... i can't just let him freeze...#but yes!! ive been having a lot of fun and I'm gonna keep posting about it bc i love to share things that make me happy :)#also i dropped my phone on the con floor sometime yesterday and only got it back this morning lmao #so there's good people here too lmao!!#thank you this is such a fun ask to get 💖💖💖#asks #shai speaks

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theheadlessgroom · 1 year

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Randall cast his head down bashfully when she commented on how glad she was he reached out to her that night (even if he went about it in an...unusual way, shall we say): Honestly, he too wished he could’ve gone about their first meeting in a much different way (had he know she would be so kind and accepting of him, he wouldn’t have jumped to the whole “Angel of Music” ruse), regretting how he tried to string her along with this charade (to say nothing of how he reacted when she unmasked him). He knew there was nothing he could do to change that, of course, but still, he had his regrets.

Again, there was no changing the past, and so he tried to set aside these thoughts in favor of basking in the glory of their friendship: Somehow, it really did feel as if they’d known each other forever, not just for a scant few months-it was amazing to think that their knowing one another had done so much for them, countering against the loneliness they’d felt for so long. It was sort of funny to think about, in hindsight-the two loneliest people in such a massive, oft-crowded opera house, had found one another.

“You’re...a very dear friend to me too,” he continued, resisting the urge to just...take her hands in his and endlessly wax poetic about the joy she brought to his life, instead fiddling with his bony fingers as he said, “I...I’m grateful every day to whoever brought the two of us together.” Whether it was fate, some higher power, or just complete happenstance, he was grateful to it for putting them in one another’s path.

#((he's going to seem VERY strange to her i'm thinkin'! him and his folks both!))#((i do love the idea of her having tangled with another siren (i.e. constance like you suggested) and being just real banged up))#((enough that she wouldn't survive without immediate medical treatment; and in a daze she stumbles into the pair's net!))#((and oh god-the two are gonna be STUNNED! like they've somehow caught this MASSIVE fish))#((wilhelm's probably all excited as they work to bring the net to the surface; maybe he thinks they've caught a record-breaking fish))#((only to forget all about that when they pull her into the boat and see just what they've caught!))#((honestly given emily's humanoid-if waterlogged-shape; randall might panic and think he and wilhelm have just unearthed a body!))#((and then she moves and they see how banged up she is? they're gonna be stunned...but they won't be able to resist))#((taking her home and getting her the help she needs!))#((and just imagine june's reaction! she expects her husband and son to return with dinner; and instead they come home with a SIREN!))#outofhatboxes #beatingheart-bride #V:Phantasm of the Mansion

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