Oh come on this was a gimme
You think a mask dtiys challenge would come up and I WOULDN’T do it???? It’s a slam dunk!!!
Here’s the original photo btw

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@its-been-rose
Oh come on this was a gimme
You think a mask dtiys challenge would come up and I WOULDN’T do it???? It’s a slam dunk!!!
Here’s the original photo btw
Marie: Forrest.
Forrest: what???
Marie: nothing. I just like saying your name.
Forrest: ok well please don’t because when you do that it sounds like you’re pissed at me and I’m afraid I’ll get a heart attack and die
It really is just the fact that it’s a storyteller and a person with a story that desperately needs to be told
His entire job is helping people get their message to the world and she so desperately needs people to hear her message
This has been “yes rose that’s the point” hour thank you
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86336371
Whoops I dropped something
Someone said to try photobashing characters instead of using AI so I did
This took way too long and I am so bad at this LMAOO
Anyway
I just want y’all to know. The CoP/CoPE AUs have an ending.
But my brain LOVES to think of like, the saddest possible avenue.
So now theres like
The normal ending
And then like, the Ridiculously Sad ending that’s just twisting the knife (haha) as much as possible
I don’t want to end my night by crying so I’ll basically say this.
The CoP au ends with Marie passing peacefully from various health complications stemming from old age and running herself into the ground for twenty years.
The comically upsetting version of this au ends with her dying but from a much nastier disease.
wife.
Love a perturbed old man
Marie: its not fair to you I’m so stuck in the past. It wouldn’t be acceptable in any other circumstance for someone’s partner to be thinking of someone else this much. And it isn’t here. And the pathetic part is that it’s been decades and I still can’t let him go and focus on what’s in front of me.
Forrest: hey if I had the ability to I would bring him back for you in a heartbeat. No questions asked.
Marie: why??
Forrest: ‘cuz it would make you happy.
Marie: so you’d let me go to make me happy? What about you? Surely that wouldn’t make you very happy.
Forrest: oh it would break my heart, for sure. But if you’re happy, that’s all that matters.
Marie: you can’t seriously be this selfless. I’m in hell right now. This is hell. I’m being tortured by how nice you are because I know I could never be that nice and I’ll never deserve you.
Forrest: I don’t really care if you deserve me, if I’m gonna be completely honest. I’m gonna be here regardless.
Forrest: you’re kinda shaking. Everything ok?
Marie: it’s just George again.
Forrest: just George huh?
Marie: I just keep thinking back to when he died. It was so sudden.
Forrest: yeah. It was. You want to talk about it a bit?
Marie: ok.
Forrest: okay then. What happened after that night? The days following?
Marie: well… I went to everyone I could think of, asking for help.
Forrest: no one did anything, did they?
Marie: hmm-mm.
Forrest: I’m so sorry. You both deserved different.
Marie: thanks.
Forrest; what was after that?
Marie: well.. there was the funeral.
Forrest: they let them have a funeral for him?
Marie; yeah. In the church, just down the street from the station.
Forrest: that’s a pretty little church.
Marie; it is. And it was. Went there every Sunday. I’d see George there with his family, too. No surprise they went with it for the funeral.
Forrest: how was the funeral?
Marie: I don’t know.
Forrest: what do you mean you don’t know?
Marie: I didn’t get to see it all.
Forrest: why not?
Marie: when I went up to his body to say goodbye my parents dragged me out and sent me home for making a scene. Because I got mad and started cursing at the people who did it.
Forrest: did you get to watch the burial?
Marie: no.
Forrest: oh, Marie. You needed to see his body in that casket. You needed to see them put him in the ground. God, no wonder you’re so messed up. They didn’t let you grieve even a little.
Marie: thanks…
Forrest: I’m not saying you’re ‘messed up’ messed up, I’m saying there’s a reason this has bothered you so much for so long. You got absolutely no closure. You should’ve been there for the whole funeral. You should’ve been there for the burial.
Marie: not much I can do about that now, I’m afraid.
Forrest: talking about it is helping, I think. It has to.
Marie: hopefully you’re right.

Come collect your freak of a son is so crazy and accurate lmao
Reminds me of when every time I replay and I get to the end section I look at Henry like “it is WAY past your bedtime dude”
Whoops my hand slipped
"Forrest Marie are disgust."
This implies Nerdy-Nash and I am sat.
Nerd Nash is an untapped well of potential
Also yeah I don’t know if Eridian Peggy would be absolutely fascinated by human courtship or if she’d be like “humans WEIRD weird leaky creatures Peggy not want to hear”
Sometimes I go back to re read my fics (because I do not see that fic counter going up yall) and then I remember I have so many fics I havent posted
Sometimes "rarepair" means "you are literally the only person who posts about this on tumblr dot com" and you have to learn to be okay with that.
Sometimes I post about Fowest and Mawie kissing each over and stuff and it’s vewy cute and awso funny
Whoops my hand slipped
Marie: do you think everything is already figured out, and we are just acting out everything thinking we have free will, but it’s just all an illusion? Or do you think we have control of our lives?
Forrest: well, I used to think everything was up to free will, but now I’m not so sure.
Marie: what happened?
Forrest: I met you.
Marie: *rolling her eyes* what, you think us meeting was fate or some bullshit like that?
Forrest: nah, us meeting was entirely coincidental.
Marie; then what the hell are you talking about?
Forrest: I keep thinking about you and what happened to you. How you just so happened to already be pregnant when George passed. And I can’t see it as anything other than something or someone out there knew what was about to happen and knew you needed someone to help get you through it.
Marie: it’s not more plausible to assume it was just timing?
Forrest: I mean probably, but how insane is it that some part of George was preserved on this earth through Henry right before he died? I just can’t write that off. It’s like he wasn’t just y’know, an accident, but he was a gift.
Marie: wish I could’ve made the most of that gift, then. Pretty shitty to me to treat a gift so poorly.
Forrest: you did though. We both know where you’d be right now if you didn’t have Henry.
Marie: maybe that would’ve been a better place. Save him from the harm.
Forrest: come on. Don’t talk like that.
Marie: *shrugs*
Surprising to no one I liked the sketch better 💀 anyway here comes the coloringg
That’s my boy right there, Gucci eye bags and all