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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 1 year

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☆There's No Place Like Home☆

《You are new to this... Neighborhood? Where the hell are you?》

Episode 2: Get To Know Know Your Neighbors

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《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @ partycoffin 》

Sick.

You felt sick after eating that cake. It tasted like pure sugar cane mixed with coffee creamer. The taste was sweeter than any treat you had eaten before.

Yet you don't utter a word about it to your plucky, so-called, "neighbors".

"Well, would you look at the time? It looks like it's late... Er. I think, but I gotta keep.. Unpacking? And I'm sure you all have plans of your own tomorrow."

You pick up the plates quickly, but some of the slices were barely picked at. Other plates are not even a spec of crumbs.

"Yes, of course!" Poppy said, hurriedly fluffing up her feathers in case of any stray pieces of dessert on her.

"Mhm, the post office isn't gonna' run itself." "Nor the bodega!" Howdy and Eddie laugh, Frank, chuckling off to the side.

"Yes, I gotta get some beauty sleep if I wanna dream big!" Sally agreed, pushing out her chair.

"Then I guess it's settled, we'll see you tomorrow, right neighbor?" Wally asks you. Dropping the plates in the sink, a few break on impact. Your hands try to pick up the broken pieces. But recoiled at the sight of your blood staining the fine china.

"Ye-yeah... Absolutely."

"Wonderful!" Julie cheers, coming up to your side by the sink.

"You must join me tomorrow! Your clothes are so odd! I've never seen a style quite like it. I would love it if we could dress up together!" The puppet chattered.

You nodded uncaringly, more focused on the cut on your palm.

"Groovy-..!"

A sharp gasp escapes Julie as Frank comes to her side.

"What... What is that?" Julie questioned you.

"Oh-... it's a cut. I hurt myself..."

"H-HURT! Who said hurt!?" Poppy stumbles near your side, her gaze softening as she asks if you were okay.

The other puppets now standing behind her, awkwardly trying to see your cut.

You hesitantly show the bird-puppet your palm, albeit shaken up by her. You thought she would bite your arm off with her beak.

Instead, she holds out her feathers, tenderly holding your arm.

Her expression turns into one of confusion. "That's odd..?"

"Wh-what??"

"There's only paint, I don't see any stuffing. Are you sure you are hurt?"

You, in turn, give her a puzzled look.

Had... Had these puppets never seen a human before? Much less a human being bleeding?

You take this as a good sign. Glad that these "puppets" didn't eat or have an appetite for humans or blood.

"Paint you say?" Frank bumps in, carefully analyzing your cut. He hums in thought, "Would you mind if I poked your cut?"

"No...Can I have a band-aid or something to close it up please?"

Frank nodded and backs off as Eddie hands you needle and a thread spool. "Here, found it by some of the boxes."

"Thanks..." You said, disregarding the puppets staring at you attentively as you place the items down. Saying you'll clean it up first.

You reassure them you'll be fine as you usher your "neighbors" to the door. Gladly holding the door open for them as they say their good byes and farewells.

Wally was the last one to leave, he smiles sleepily at you. You smile back at the tiniest puppet, feeling your mouth muscles twitch when keeping up the charade.

"I'll tell Home you said 'hello', good night. Neighbor."

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[Dun-dun-dun!!! Sorry I took so long to update! I've been writing a lot of Welcome Home Oneshots. Comments, art, always help! Thanks for reading!]

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oceantoyz · 10 months

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#kidcore #toycore #toys #plushies #dragon #dragons #png #transparent #nostalgia

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voltstone · 3 months

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LYCOS | tacet anima mea | Master Content Post

Hello! I'm VoltageStone. I write a lot of fics. This being one of them, and it's been in the works for a while. Since November 2022 "a while".

I'm a shit updater, but life has also been nonstop for the past year. Ergo, updating has been...an interesting journey.

This is a beast of a fic. Both in its size and, given this post, its content. In short, this post will be linked to in future updates for this fic, and will serve as an ultimate introduction to LYCOS as far as Tumblr's concerned.

This fic is a Wenclair a/b/o. Extremely violent. Wednesday is unhinged to borderline demented. It does explore sexual content, both healthy, and in the healing of related traumas.

It's Dead Dove, basically. In the name of catharsis, but ultimately because of how...unwell Wednesday is.

...she is honestly the prime reason why it's Dead Dove. I dunno what happened. She just keeps being...really fucking weird, and wants to eat Enid? Like? Literally? In a heartfelt, non-vegetarian way.

Anyway, for those interested, the following is the summary. For the tags and specific warnings (none should be spoilery), keep reading. The tags will have what is on AO3, then I will specify/call attention to important tags and themes, and also add stuff that I know will come in later chapters.

I really do love writing this fic, but I know that it won't be everyone's cup of tea. Ergo, I felt like having a post that gives a glimpse to anybody new.

If you read, I hope you enjoy. If you don't, have a good one.

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Wednesday is waning. In her dreams, or by touch, she has been locked to one moment. Her visions know no peace. There is Enid, beneath moonlight, skin a dying shade. Then there's herself between the trees, drenched in blood, with the knife at hand… Her true nature writhes. This is…just what happens when someone like herself snaps. It's happened before, will happen again. Because Enid and Ajax have been together through several moons. And he knows his way around her heats. And Enid seems…happy, until she isn't, and Wednesday has to put her back together. Enid has been stuck in a heat for a while now. And she smells good. She smells really, really good, and Wednesday will kill for it.

or, wednesday still doesn't know what to do about enid, and enid's biology really doesn't help matters. she is going insane.

(there will be bodies.)

General Warnings:

Gore, Extreme/Graphic Violence, Fights, Murder(s), Cannibalism (feat. Autocannibalism), Dismemberment, Drug Overdose (past/mentioned), Body Horror.

Mental Health:

Alexithymia/Emotional Blindness, Grief/Mourning (a murderer's guilt), Addiction (alcoholism, pills, sex), Familial Dysfunction, Dissociation, Identity Crisis, Depression, PTSD, Medical/Sexual Trauma(s), Self-Destructive/Suicidal Tendencies, Psychological Horror.

Other Tags (less concerning):

Demisexual & Aromantic Wednesday, Sun/Moon Motif, a (slight) Gomezification of Wednesday Addams, a Morticiafication of Enid Sinclair, no i am not tagging enid's dynamic you figure that out yourself, Dark Humor, Poe-isms, a very unreliable narrator, healthy depictions of discovering sexuality i promise please the addamses raised wednesday right, that being said, weirdass "courting" behaviors (ex: stealing laundry, then stuffing it into a bed after it was shanked open), addams-flavored terrorism for funsies (gotta teach someone to smile in her headshots!).

Also: Unhinged chapter lengths. None will dip under 20k.

AO3 | Ch.1 Tumblr Post

#lycos fic #volt's library #fanfiction #ao3 #wenclair #omegaverse #wednesday 2022 #wednesday show #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair

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can-of-pringles · 4 months

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Diabetic OC Ask Game

I haven't ever seen any ask games revolved around this so I thought I'd make one myself.

When was your oc diagnosed?

Does your oc celebrate their diaversary?

Does your oc have any Diabetic friends?

Has your oc had mostly good or bad experiences with endos?

Does your oc use a CGM? If so which one?

Is your oc on a pump? If so which one?

Was your oc affected in any way by Animas shutting down?

Where does your oc prefer to put pump sites (or sensors if they have a CGM)

Does your oc wear a pump pack/bag thing or just put the pump in a pocket? Something else?

Does your oc decorate their pump with anything like pumppeelz? What style of sticker do they usually like?

Does your oc use decorative sensor covers to hold on their censor (or site) better?

What annoying stereotype or bad joke does your oc hate the most?

Has your oc been to any Diabetes camps?

Does your oc handle their site changes/sensor changes/injections by themselves or does someone help them?

Does your oc prefer to deal with lows or highs?

What candy does your oc prefer when low?

Has your oc ever been to a walk event? (Like JDRF)

Was your oc the only kid at school to be Diabetic? If not, how did they get along with the other Diabetic kids?

Did your oc's parents do The Great Pumpkin during Halloween? (Instead of eating all your Halloween candy you'd "give" it to The Great Pumpkin and pick out a toy instead)

Has anyone ever touched your oc's pump/tubing/site/sensor/CGM without permission?

Is your oc mostly responsible with their Diabetes or tends to take more risks?

Does your oc have any favorite characters who are also Diabetic?

Did your oc ever name their pump?

Does your oc ever have any odd food cravings when low?

Does your oc prefer a more customized bag for their kit? (meter, test strips, lancet) or just the standard plain one they usually come with by default

How many pump replacements has your oc gone through if at all?

Is your oc pretty prepared for lows every time they go out or not?

Does your oc have a Diabetic Alert Dog?

Does your oc have a good support system to help them with their Diabetes?

Does your oc have a Rufus bear or Lenny the lion? Some other Diabetic stuffed animal?

Blank space to put anything you want to add.

#actually disabled #actually diabetic #type 1 diabetes #type 1 diabetic #t1d #diabetes #ask meme #ask game #oc ask game #oc asks #diabetic oc #original character

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doomsprites · 1 year

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#hello kitty #my melody #pompompurin #sanrio #plushies #plushbr #stuffed animas

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jaybirdswriting · 9 months

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Writing Prompt 5: A Bed

What is your characters bed like?

What color are their blankets and sheets?

How many people could fit on their mattress?

Do they have many fluffy blankets or only a single thin one?

How many pillows do they use?

Do they sleep with stuffed animas?

Is the bed usually made in the morning?

#writing #prompts #writeblr #writing prompts #oc prompts

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2goldensnitches · 8 months

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another complaint I have about feh’s laziness is my most capitalist opinion to date, though it includes fe as a whole: the lack of promotion and extra materials. I’m not one to buy merch just because it exists, and a lot of merch itself is incredibly superfluous waste, but it’s extremely weird that Nintendo’s biggest mobile title (61% of its profits in the mobile market and over 1 billion usd as of February) gets…nothing. No figurines, no plush toys, no dioramas, no manga (the yonkoma are just shorts), no marketing outside of its twitter account, not even those dinky little character cafés even the most short-lived seasonal anime get.

so far only a few characters have figurines (Lucina, edelgard, corrin, byleth, mrobin, caeda, Cordelia, tiki, alm, celica, tharja, Lyn, ike, dimitri, chrom, felix, bernie, Lilina, sakura, camilla, Veronica, Elise, Claude, Lysithea, marth), and plushies (ike, marth, Roy, 3h lords except yuri, the byleths, sothis, lucina, and fcorrin). Of these, alm, tiki, celica, mrobin, and mcorrin only exist as amiibo because of smash; sakura, caeda, and elise only have nendoroids; all three main 3h lords have pop-up parade figurines plus felix, Lysithea, and Bernadetta, but edelgard has a figma as well; fcorrin and lucina both have amiibos and figmas, but fcorrin has a scale figure along with marth, ike, lyn, lilina, Roy, fbyleth, tharja, camilla, and Veronica. Chrom has both amiibo and nendoroid.

you’d think this is a respectable amount of character rep to buy, except these all came at an extremely slow pace, often releasing at the tail end of their games’ cycles; I’m not a marketing expert, but I am a fan, and I distinctly remember the numerous complaints this has gotten (and still gets!) over the years. There is interest—so where’re the goods? Ironically enough, intsys made more content for the earlier games, including manga (jugdral got at least 4) and novelisations, small board figurines, and even an ova for archanea. It’s understandable that by the time of the tellius games, only artbooks were made due to poor sales, but you’d think that the success of awakening saving the series and fates making them even more money would mean more content. But so far, it’s just been those few figurines plus collected yonkoma. The plushies and scale figures weren’t even made until much, much later. Hell, kozaki had to release the fates art book himself without help from intsys, and corrin’s scale figure was only announced this year.

even houses, the series’ biggest hit to date, only started out with crap cardboard cutouts of the characters’ sprites plus the dining hall and plastic pouches. its bigger merch came later as well, including a certain tea set that is not only quite expensive, but made many fans angry due its release date (nopes). Engage seems to be a little more confident, having stickers, a notebook, keychains, switch icons, konpeito, and a metal tumbler, but it’s still very little compared to what other series have.

in-game, feh is also surprisingly subdued. No splashy animated seasonal banner announcements, little original music, few shorts, no streaming collabs, no tie-ins. The book openings get gorgeous animation from anima inc but no cutscenes are found in the game except visual novel-style text, and, again, it was only until much recently that we’ve seen some other animation in the form of like, five chibi shorts and four regular shorts (one of which got heavily mocked because it’s basically fjorm’s disney princess love song moment for the self insert protagonist). Banner announcements are just jpegs showcased next to gameplay plus a few voiced lines from the vas.

when you get to other games though? You’re not starved for content at all: stuffed toys, miniature figurines, large scale figures, acrylic standees, notebooks, keychains, stickers, patches, tableware, glassware, yonkoma AND full manga and novelisations AND light novels, food, fashion, pillows, cosmetics, chara cafés and anime; they all have streamed announcements, animated cutscenes or fully rendered illustrative cgs with voice work, silly promotional videos on youtube, cast interviews, and collaborations with other games. Like, you could not even pay me to touch waifu trash like nikke or azur lane or blue archive, but they at least bother to promote themselves, for better or worse, and regularly do cross promos with other brands like nier, monster hunter, evangelion, and even sanrio.

Even tears of themis, which is extremely niche even within mihoyo’s ecosystem, has had character cafés, accessories, and crazy stuff that no one wants like a credit card!

I’m certainly not the first to ask, but is intsys allergic to making money? So incredibly short-staffed that their only resources are for game dev and a smattering of in-game animation? Stuck to nintendo’s teat? Purely lazy? Why does 70% of merch come from fans to the point where even fanart is the preferred type of autograph material for the english vas? I’m not sure i or anyone else will get the answers to these questions, but is it really so much to ask for a real sleepytime byleth plushie to hold and squeeze instead of lyn’s eighteenth alt?

#fe heroes

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minevn · 7 months

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Would those who steal our stuff steal my teddy? If they would I'd throw the world upside down to find it. I've had it for 16 years, for it just to be taken away by some yandere /silly

I don't think any of them would steal something so important to you, especially if they know how important it is to you and chances are, they do know because of how frequently they stalk you. They also wouldn't see a need steal it since they already steal your clothes for scent. They have a higher chance of stealing a pillow then stealing a comfort object. They may also steal another stuffed anima if you have more, but not the one most important to you :3 I relate to this ask so much, I'd lose my shit if anything happened to my stuffed animal T^T

#💝-minevn #visual novel #yandere vn #🎤-asks #🎀-jun #👤-kage #💻-Kei #💕-yani

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 2 years

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Fracture

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing.\

It took everything Maverick had to keep them both in place, one hand resting on Adam’s arm. Inside her the void creature recoiled as anima energy bubbled up into his skin growing hot through his sleeve and radiating in Maverick’s palms. It was only fortunate that Adam was so fully covered by clothing and a mask. Perhaps, people around them would have noticed the subtle glow, but that was not a chance they should have been willing to take.

Adam shifted, feeling his blood beginning to boil through his skin. It was one thing to worship the void, that was fine, everyone could choose even if that choice was clearly stupid, but to threaten his son was another thing. Kay wasn’t involved in this, had never asked to be involved, and now these assholes were painting a target on his forehead

Destroyed

The word echoed around inside his head along with memories of Kay, smiling, and laughing, playing in the sand and cuddled up asleep holding his stuffed fish. How these people could target a child and think that they were in the right. Whatever this was had rapidly moved from a religion to a cult to a terrorist organiztion in a matter of few minutes.

Adam understood that targeting him or Sunny made sense. Both of them were military actors with political affiliations, but the moment these people targeted his son, a civilian noncombatant, was the moment he lost whatever sympathy he had for them.

You didn’t target children.

Even worse to target specific children.

Even worse to target his son.

The oracle raised her hands, dark hair spilling around her shoulders, but whatever beauty he might have seen in her before had now been marred and twisted beyond recognition. Her smile was a gastly sneer, her long, slender nails were claws, her beautiful face was a grotesque perversion, “Step forward my fellows, connect yourself to the void, feel its energy course through you.”

Behind her, the bone growth began to pulse with a slowly growing orange energy.

All around them the crowd began to move forward, feet shuffling and tripping like a horde of zombies, their eyes wide and their mouths open as they reached out towards the alien tumor.

As soon as their fingers touched bone, the chance was almost immediate. The Subtle orange glow grew brighter, heads tilted back, and exposed skin began to boil with shadow as their void companions were drawn upwards through their skin and to the surface, drinking in the energy.

At his side Maverik could feel the pull, but refused.

The oracle smiled

“Drink it in, drink in the energy of our enemies! Their souls refined for our purpose!”

Adam’s hands clenched.

He grabbed Maverick’s hand and moved forward to follow the crowd, which was forced further back and towards the center of the void growth in their effort to find an open spot. Maverick kept her arms crossed in an effort to avoid touching any of the cultists, whose bodies squirmed with pusing orange energy and shadowy ecstasy.

Adam kept his eyes forward, focused on the center of the tree.

Maverick glanced at him, not sure what he planned to do, not sure whether she should stop him or encourage him.

They continued their slow march forward, one of the last people in line before growth.

The only open spot, within reach, and without a cultist running their grubby hands over the bone, was the central section at the apex of what might have been the trunk, the point where all other branches spawned from.

It seemed like as good a place as Any.

Adam lifted his hand, but stopped as Maverick caught him around the wrist.

“What are you doing!?”

Both of them glanced around, waiting for their strange behavior to be noticed by someone, but the cultists were simply too preoccupied. The oracle was still preaching, her words no more than a background murmur to the strange feast that was happening at her back. She kept her hands raised, head tilted back as if drunk on her own words.

“I’m crashing a party.” He tried to pull his hand away from her but she strengthened her grip.

‘You have no idea what will happen to you if you touch that thing.”

“Trust me.”

Maverick paused, unsure. She had trusted Adam in the past, and it usually worked out for the better but…. These people had threatened Kay, and she wasn’[t sure she could even trust his judgment. His voice sounded calm enough, but that didn’t mean that he was calm inside his head.

That’s when the hand came down on her shoulder.

She nearly lept out of her skin, spinning to find a strange masked woman standing at her back.

She reached into her jacket for the knife that waited there, but paused when she looked into the eyes behind the mask.

“Celex….”

The woman smiled, showing a row of perfectly straight, white teeth. His voice filled her head, “Trust him.”

She paused reluctantly letting go of Adam’s hand as his fingers stretched towards the tree.

The sheer amount of times they had run into problems because Adam touched something he wasn’t supposed to, couldn’t simply be counted on one or even two hands, but here they were, and now she was letting him do it again.

Maverick Kept back, switching places with Celex, who extended his own hand

The two of them closed their eyes feeling the hypnotic thrum of the void cult around them.

The Oracle’s voice grew in pitch and volume.

Her words no longer seemed to make sense, filling the air around them.

And then

Their fingers touched bone.

At first it was like placing their hands on an electric fence, a ojlt of energy rolling through their bodies, but then the energy stopped, blocked by a wall as they resisted the push of void energy.

But…. was that void energy?

Celex would be the first to notice, and as the void energy batted against his skin, his mind was filled with strange fragments, memories, thoughts, feelings, a sense of horrible terrible pain. He grimaced,and it took everything he had just to keep his hand in place.

He saw light.

Heard a soft voice.

Felt a gentle caress against his kin.

But all f that was drowned out by unimaginable pain, and fear.

The pain of being ripped apart piece by piece endlessly, and forever.

His hand trembled, and the sensation caused a cold sweat to break out across his human body.

He felt dizzy, and sick and almost lost his balance were it not for Maverick, who moved forward to hold him upright.

Adam was not so sensitive, and so did not feel the pain.

But he could feel the wrongness just fine.

It needed to be destroyed.in

Eyes squeezed shut, his body tensed, and the steady glow that had been emanating from his skin became a flicker, and then a radiant pulsing beacon, hidden beneath his jacket, mask and gloves.

His body began to heat, his clothing began to smoke lightly.

Beside him, Celex followed his lead, still held up by maverick, who could barely stand to touch him as the void energy pulsed against her skin, exciting the thing inside her as it tried to claw its way to the surface.

And then golden light appeared under Adam’s palm.

It began as a radiant golden circle, that then began to splinter and diverge in veins and capillaries that crawled its way through pale bone like cracks in glass. The golden light grew stronger searing maverick’s eyes to the point where she closed off her eyepieces, plunging her into near total darkness.

But still she could feel the radiating heat.

Void energy battled against the slow spread of anima energy, and as it was pushed back, Celex regained himself, pressing his hand harder against the bone until golden light was streaming from his own hands rapidly joining and then overtaking Adam as golden cracks continued to splinter through the void bone.

The air around them was practically vibrating

The air hissed and sizzled.

The oracle’s voice had died away, sensing something strange.

Cult members who came in contact with the burning orange strands leaped back, falling to the floor as if whatever had been holding them in place had snapped.

The oracle turned, and screamed.

Maverick turned, unglazing her eyepieces just in time to see the oracle hunch over, black shadow pulling its way from her body, clawing upwards towards the light as shards of bone erupted in spikes along her spine. Behind her, the other two were too preoccupied to notice, and maverick took the opportunity.

Inside her own body, the void creature was let free.

Shadows boiled up around her as it tore itself from her skin, lifting her upwards by a collection of shadowy spider legs, leaving her suspended in the air, and towering over the crawling void creature that was once the oracle.

Maverick stepped forward with a skitter, and the oracle backed away in confusion.

Around them the cultists mewled in confusion as the last of them leapt away, falling to the floor. Golden veins of light pulsed throughout the bone growth, invading every corner of open white until a lattice of gold was all that remained.

And then

The void growth shattered, and with it cam a a massive burst of energy that vaporized the stone of the outline temple, and doused the torches across the entire city.

What remained was a smoldering heap of rubble and a tableau of fallen bodies, still but somehow still hole under the night sky and its vast array of stars

It was only a moment of shocked silence and stillness, before the first cultists chest began to rise and fall in the steady rhythm of breath.

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ironwoodprotectionsquad · 8 months

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No but please allow that spare brooch gaff to feed my "James and Summer were good friends" headcanons. Ruby needs a temporary spare while her personal one is buffed and polished after months of wear on the roads of Anima? In a heartbeat. No need to let her know it belonged to Summer as well, traded along with everyone's emblems after Team STRQ won the Vytal Festival by a hair against James' team...

Lolz I mean fair enough anon that’s about the only way it kind of works. It’s a cute headcannon and yes give me more STRQ and James friendship during their schooldays I need it like I need air and I love it so much. Buuttt even it still doesn’t fully work to fix the issue of how illogical it is.

We’re supposed to believe that the emblem is something super important and sentimental to Ruby. It’s supposed to represent her last tie to Summer and something that gives Ruby emotional comfort in times of stress (this wasn’t implemented in the show until volume 9 10 years into the making of the damn show which is shit world building but I digress). It should be something Ruby protectively keeps close to her and doesn’t let out of her sight at all costs.

Logically she really shouldn’t be comfortable accepting a replacement until she gets hers back, she should only want the original, she should want to be the one to care for it and if she really can’t she should want to have it back as soon as possible. Wearing a replacement should feel wrong to her and she really shouldn’t feel comfortable wearing anything but her mothers.

For people about to start frothing at the mouth insisting that’s ridiculous, I have multiple experiences of people being like this with important items. For example when my sister and her wife where dating, her at the time girlfriend gave her a stuffed lion named Mr. Lion (so creative I know) and she slept with him every night because she couldn’t see her then girlfriend much at the time so he was a reminder of her to my sister. Of course he’s been so well loved he’s starting to fall apart, his hair is falling out in clumps his fur is discolored and the toy repair doctor even couldn’t really help him so we found her a replacement. However though she accepted him, she’s not very attached and insisted on keeping the original Mr. Lion because he was so special and important to her. He was the one their during the long nights she felt lonely. He was the one she hugged when she needed comfort and love. The replacement just wasn’t cutting it.

So for something Ruby is supposed to reply on for comfort and supposed to carry as a reminder of her mother, an identical replacement should not cut it.

Not to say again it’s not a cute headcannon because it is. But without telling Ruby what it is exactly it shouldn’t work.

#rwde #headcannons #anon headcannons #strq headcanonons #answered ask #hey I’m alive #Disney Dreamlight valley has just been sucking up all my time #sorry not sorry

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