#c: three

[cecils-dragons]

What're Mabli and THREE like? Also why is three,,,,, THREE?

Many wonder the mystery of THREE. They are still in a big WIP stage but they are a robot who was created as a sort of clone but lost most of their memory drive of the one they were suppose to copy. They are named THREE because of a number showing on their arm from a factory code that they used in a panic as a name. The name stuck. I think they will be a part of Ever Autumn when I can think up some more lore for them, so I might have a design for them soon.

Also Mabli was an impulse buy because I love multigaze and she was XXX white with it, how could I not? Don’t know if I’ll give her lore? No clue, but she’s so lovely

Thank you for asking!

[actiasteeth]

character stats — three

[actiasteeth]

👀 [8/3] "Now that Ten and Eleven are gone... Would it make me a coward if I said I didn't want to do this anymore? Would I sound weak if I asked you to stay with me?"

“Now that Ten and Eleven are gone… Would it make me a coward if I said I didn’t want to do this anymore? Would I sound weak if I asked you to stay with me?”

“I won’t call you a coward, but I’m not going to let you give this up, either. I know I’m the last person you’d expect to hear that from. I know I’ve been difficult. But we’ve come this far, and Ten and Eleven left us everything we need to see this through. We end this here and their deaths mean nothing. They would want us to finish it. They deserve their closure and we do, too. 

After that we can—I don’t know—disappear, I guess. Try our best to find some sense of normalcy. I’ll stay with you. I don’t know why you’re even asking, like you think I’d ever consider leaving you in the first place. I know you think I don’t care, but I do. I’m not going to lie to you or myself and pretend like I don’t need you, because I do—more than ever, I do. You and I—this is all we have left, you know?”

[actiasteeth]

ϟ to hit my muse out of anger. THIS ONE IS SO FUN !!! eight hits three :3

ϟ to hit my muse out of anger. 

Three holds a hand against their throbbing jaw. Their eyes are wide, glassy—not from the pain of being struck, but from the weight of what’s just happened. To shatter completely, they think, would hurt less than this.

See, it’s not like this is the first time. And to be fair, maybe, maybe they deserve it on some level. It’s no secret the two of them can barely make it through the day without disagreeing on something, but to sabotage a plan that required upwards of two weeks’ preparation was perhaps not the best way to go about things. So much of this device had belonged to Eight, from its conception to its execution. Ten had been so proud of him, fawning over him, over how much this plan in particular was going to change their lives— 

When you’re outnumbered and no amount of protest will change anyone’s mind, you tend to get desperate. Even if it means sacrificing the comfort of simple existence for a few days until you are forgiven.

Because from the outset it seemed unsafe. From the outset, Three did not have enough faith in them, that at least one of them wouldn’t wind up dead or taken into custody. It wasn’t a risk they were willing to take, wasn’t a reality they were willing to live with. And right now—right now they think they would let Eight beat them into the ground if it meant having him here, having him alive.

“Eight, I—”

They catch him by the arm, firm, like they’re afraid he might leave, only to recoil at the harsh look he gives them. And it’s here that Three stammers out a number of broken syllables, incoherent fragments of sentences, like their mind is firing off a thousand words at once and they can’t decide which ones are the right ones.

If am I are—

Can’t, can’t, can’t—   

They take a long moment to pause and collect themself, drawing in a deep breath and counting down, eyes shut, brow furrowed. When they open their eyes, they find Eight still there, no less threatening than before. 

“Please don’t misunderstand,” they say. “Don’t— enough of us are dead already. I was only—”—inhale, exhale, exhale, exhale—”I only wanted you safe.”        

[bee1x1]

@anemonewrites

“Yeah...” he replied, absently, as his mind was altogether someplace else. He’d wanted to tell him as soon as it happened, but he’d felt so guilty for having that be his first thought right after, that he believed it best to keep it to himself. But it had meant that it was a secret kept, and Curly had never been the greatest at keeping secrets--so he wore it plain on his face, and in the half-hearted way he was making his responses. He’d never been too great at listening, but he’d always been enthusiastic, so even the slightest dip in his voice could become instantly noticeable. He’d been staring at the bouquet of flowers in his hand, having picked them specifically for Peter, hoping that he would appreciate the gift and forgive Curly for hurting his feelings. 

When they’d just about reached the tree, Curly stopped dead in his tracks, completely interrupting whatever it was Pockets was talking about. “Do y’think people can have more than one best friend?” He asked, eyes wide as he did so. To Curly, Pockets was the expert on almost anything and everything--then, again, Peter was quite smart too, only it was next to impossible to ask him anything without feeling stupid or bothersome for doing so--and he often took his word with great seriousness. Much like how he knew that Peter never lied. These two facts practically governed his entire existence, and the two boys were responsible for just about the sum of all Curly knew, even if that number was quite small. 

Who do you love best, Curly?

He thought he had responded okay--Peter’s name was the first out of his mouth, but he had stalled, wondering if it was fair to add Pockets in as well. Peter had read his mind, promptly following with, More than Pockets? It had been asked so suddenly, and he’d been given no time to think at all. In fact, the longer he stayed silent, the more upset Peter had become. An apology was the right thing to do, and perhaps whatever Pockets said would tell Curly how to best handle this. Maybe it was possible, maybe hearts were big enough, and maybe it would help Curly explain to Peter. Not that he felt good in his stomach about trying to explain anything at all to him.

[actiasteeth]

( late ) headcanon for three: they snore in their sleep but will adamantly deny that they snore if confronted about it

lmaO YES. three definitely likes to pretend they’re the quietest most unimposing person to ever walk the earth so anything that remotely tarnishes the #aesthetic they’re just like, “uM. NEGATIVE.”

[bee1x1]

There were worse places to be stuck as a prisoner than on the Jolly Roger. Realistically speaking, the ship tended to be cleaner, have more access to food and contained a significant amount of individuals who were not quite as...feral. Though, he supposed, the only real frame of reference he had was the imprisonment at Hangman’s Tree, and he’d pick being a prisoner on the ship than at the tree any day. On principle, however, Curly would never admit to this, as any opportunity to insult the pirates should be taken advantage of. 

All in all, though, his overall experience was...dull. It was a bit interesting to be on the opposite side of the Dentist’s chair, but he found himself being more critical of the other’s performance than really appreciating the experience. Yes, it was...painful, but there was no art to it. Needless to say, he could have done a much better job. He hoped they’d try better next time. After all, he’d only been here...what, a day?

Eventually, though, they’d figured out it was best to gag him, which quite honestly proved to be effective. He hated it. It completely interfered with his singing, though he’d rather sleep forever than stop trying. Surprisingly enough, he could be quite loud when he needed to. 

[actiasteeth]

your fave is problematic: 3, 10, sair, seunghwan. drag em all..

ur fav is problematic: three

all of their shirts and sweaters are too big for them

not ur ride or die

is only speaking up to call u out

never offers a better suggestion after telling u ur plans are shit

doesn’t drink enough water

will listen to one song on repeat for literal weeks

won’t hug u back

the mosT stubborn

ur fav is problematic: ten

drinks coffee that has been sitting in the pot all day long

never knows what to do w her hands

says she is fine 3 seconds after coughing up blood

never washes her hair

lowkey wants to set everything on fire

bad at being the Mom Friend™

can’t read her own handwriting

develops crushes too easily

ur fav is problematic: sair von

wouldn’t know the meaning of chill even if u tattooed it on his forehead

also doesn’t know the meaning of subtlety

will start arguments with his bfs just for the negatively charged makeouts

has probably told multiple masters to shove a lightsaber up their ass

will fall asleep on u

once spent hella credits on pastries and didn’t even share them

has failed missions just to spite the council

doesn’t know who he is

ur fav is problematic: mun seunghwan

thinks his hair looks Fine

puts jaehyuk in scary situations so he will hold his hand

doesn’t know what sleep is

leaves clothes Everywhere

needs affection every second of every day

brings home stray cats

fucks around w the Nature just to “””see what happens””””

is just all around overwhelming