into the wild blue yonder !

ego (feemalo), id (fumalo), superego (fimalo). uffi. canon divergent.

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convincery:

“You wanna say that again?” A beat, then, gesturing. “And why are there three of you.”

     Fumalo: ‘Is he as cold as he looks?’      Feemalo: ‘Cold hands, warm hearts.’      Fimalo: ‘We’re one and three.’ The others fall eerie-quiet when he speaks, like a zipper pulled shut over their mouths.

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convincery.

     This one’s Fumalo, who was called Badmouth by Susannah – and he’s flanked by Feemalo and Fimalo – who happens to the the id of the three, which makes his mouth looser and ruder than his not-brothers. ‘How is sai Deschain? Warm in the bedroom?’

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saltn.

     The three of them are identical save for manner: reserved, less reserved, and not reserved, and the middle of them (the one not drinking coffee with an eerie kind of synchronicity; he’s reserved) says, ‘Hile, sai Madke!’