#headcanonish

[unevennerve]

I just know damn well lawrence sprays on the cheapest deodorants before leaving his apartment, thinking it will mask the absolute fucking FOUL smell he probably has

[floweycidal]

hey op i know youre insane over flowey so i thought id share my brain with you

have we considered the chara parallels in undertale yellows neutral run? as in. how flowey is pissed that midway through the plan clover went back on it? how flowey probably said something that chara said in the moment frustrated? im ill.

HEY OP I KNOW YOU’RE INSANE OVER FLOWEY HAHAHA INSANE START /SILLY

ah, yes, yes! you've come to the right place. please, make yourself at home. i’ll handle your brain with the utmost care.

OUDHUHGH YUUUP, we've (me, myself, and i) absolutely considered all that. and more!

but see, i personally never thought that was all there is to it. it would’ve been far too facile, much too pat, to assume chara had just... snapped at him in their final moments. that they’d cursed his name, branded him a traitor, made their hatred crystal clear.

oh, how delightfully clean that would’ve been for him. because then he’d get his closure, wouldn’t he? an answer, wrapped up all pretty just for him.

"i betrayed them. they loathed me for it. the end."

HA! too polished for my liking. no thanks. closure is reserved for those who can find resolution. and flowey, my son who's got everything wrong with him, has never been one to receive that kind of accord. he doesn't get straightforward, not then, not now, not ever.

in my head, flowey woke up in that garden with gaping holes in his memory of the incident. not total oblivion—never that generous. instead, it was bits and pieces. just enough to know. enough to understand that it was his fault. his frailty. his failure that brought him to this point.

but chara's last moments? their final utterance? those are lost to him. gone. TORN.

he never gets that confirmation. or, more precisely… he doesn’t remember. can’t remember. mwhahaha…

what does spring to mind, however, is the terror. the detestation that wracked their shared body. the oppressive shame that pervaded every step he didn't take. 

but then... at the time... who was feeling what exactly? who blazed with fury, and who broke beneath it? did someone beg? did someone weep? was it him? was it chara? who was hating whom in those parting moments? the harder he tries to remember, the further it slips away.

and because flowey's never met a void he didn’t try to fill, he does what he’s always excelled at. he patches the blanks. projects, narrates. 

his guilt demands a story, and so he obliges. in his version, every foul emotion, every drop of vitriol, was aimed squarely at him. how could it not have been?

chara MUST have surely thought he was an idiot. a weak, cowardly, sniveling idiot. a pathetic creature who couldn’t even get one plan right. couldn’t even die properly!

the self-blame constricts him like a vice, and with every reset, the narrative grows more discordant. he doesn’t just wonder if chara felt let down, he KNOWS they did. feels "their" revulsion rooted in his stem, their disappointment rotting his petals from the inside out with every cycle.

when clover comes along, he's elated. this is his shot at a fresh start. a second chance. the perfect subject for redemption, for forgiveness by proxy. his very own moment to fix everything, to prove that he’s changed. gone were the days when any plan was doomed with him around. this time, he was going to make it work. are you looking, chara?

but when clover hesitates... wavers the way he once did... flowey FREAKS.

he doesn’t see clover anymore. he sees HIM. he doesn’t hear his own voice, either. he hears the chara he’s created. the version that exists only in the cruel theater of his own mind. the variation that would never absolve him. that would never understand. that would only revile him.

the words he chucks at clover are the same accusations he believes chara would have spat at him, the same venom he’s already used to poison himself.

the words fall into insignificance, though, because much like the first time, the plan fell apart regardless of whether he condemned asriel clover or not.

all he was left with now was his certainty. chara HATED him.

and they were right to.

[authorafterhours]

I've read fics where Will's bullet scars hurt when it's cold or raining, but what about his other ones? What about the smile on his stomach?

Hannibal finds Will curled up in agony during a storm. As a former surgeon, of course, he knows it's a possibility with every old injury. Yet he never had to face it in real time before, with someone he loves.

A part of him is glad because Will would never fully forget him. In fact, at the time of said gutting, he found it therapeutic to inflict the same pain Will had given to him made manifest. The pain will always be an adequate reminder, but a newer part of him, the humanity Will planted, nurtured, cultivated, infected him with, regrets it.

He doesn't want to inflict pain on Will anymore, at least not like this. Its purpose was concluded and rendered superfluous now that Will was finally his. He didn't need to be reminded of Hannibal because he was right there beside him.

[mauri2530]

Artist credit: DanteAce69 on deviantart

[monkeydluffy19920]

"Face just like goddess', Starting slowly to realize I'm weak for you"

(Jore & Zpoppa ft. Tuuli- Heikkouteni)

Going Merry Holidays 2024 (day 12): Sanji x Nami - My weakness (finnish)

Alrighty, halfway there so here is something brand new~!

This song decided to live rent free inside my head after hearing it randomly from the radio and frankly spoken, it was just the chorus that made me think of Sanji falling in love with Nami and her slowly admitting having fun and perhaps romantic feelings too.

However the rest of the lyrics didn't quite fit or maybe were just too complicated for boomer like me because this is a very modern kinda finnish rap with loads of finglish which is a trend nowadays *laughs* (and anyway, I don't know for me it'd sound weird if i.e Sanji would call Nami a "thottie" even as a joke or Sanji's true principle of making his dream woman happy would be only via buying things she likes or stuff like that although Nami is sometimes portraited as material girl. I mean he would of course Sanji would buy her a lots of stuff but stil she is more than that).

Nah, I think there is more depth and like in Nami's part of Reasons to love Mugiwaras - post, I think money has been kind of a bandage for her traumas and loneliness but as seen in Skypiea, she chose her nakamas. After all, after the Strawhats freed her home village from Arlong, Nami finally found her freedom.

I actually have a headcanon that if Nami ever fell in love before joining the Strawhats and did date someone, she would have the tendency to fall for the ones that treat her badly (because I highly doubt she was treated well by Arlong) and just somehow she'd become interest in Sanji who would be opposite to her ex/exes, much more respectful to the ladies due to his chivalry and in general he has been very kind to her and Robin (if we count out that comical relief of being ero-kappa).

Anyway, in Sanji's verse there are more clips before timeskips since he laid his eyes on her at the first glance whereas Nami's part's clips are much more focused more on the after Timeskip time. Well their nakamaship has had great development even before the SH were sent apart but from the shipper's perspective there has been more "visible" signs about Nami's possible interest in him.

It's again in my native language finnish and there are a couple of catches. First one is that the original song says: "Hymy ku Naantalis olen" is literally translated "Smile, like I was in Naantali" but I wrote to the subs "Smiling like the sun (in Naantali)". Naantali is a finnish city that is known for it's sunshine and "Naantalin aurinko".

[eenasbabysmom]

One day, Jin Ling’s firstborn gets up on his/her tottering weak baby legs, points accusingly at Jiang Cheng in front of a large group of people, and shouts (rather brattily might I add): “YEYE!”

Jiang Cheng, used to golden clad brats shouting at him all day long, scoops up the kid before his brain catches up with what said golden clad brat had called him. This corresponds with the exact minute that Jin Ling absorbs that info as well.

It is a long, dangerous gathering, with both these idiots doing their best (which is not good by any standard of measurement) to not burst out into tears. Aforementioned golden clad brat is too busy using Zidian as a teether to care, the Lans are graciously not calling attention to anything(mostly because LSZ slapped a Silencing charm on LJY to prevent homicide), WWX is crying so openly JC is contemplating sending him back to the afterlife, and LWJ is staring hard at LSZ with a ‘where is my grandchild?’ Sort of look that is honestly frightening LSZ to his core.

LXC is reciting all the Lan rules in his head at a furious speed because he cannot handle another conversation with SL Jiang about how his ELECTRO WHIP should NOT be in the baby’s MOUTH!

[tallemy]

Bringing you a quick (fairly historical) jokermike idea... So back then some theaters had standing places to maximise their profit. They were cheap, but also bad, usually on the highest floor so it was more about going there and beng able to say "Yes, I went to the theater!"

Now imagine that with the money he gets from his small shop at the Crystal Palace FG is finally able to afford a ticket like that to see Kroto. In the end he not only does not see the actress (becaue she no longer works there), but ends up in pain, because standing almost three hours with his bad leg of his is torture.

He is frustrated, disappointed and in pain so he ends up just sitting down the nearest bench when he gets out of the theater, not really knowing what to do. It's the middle of december and he does not have money for a carriage ride home, and with his leg (and back) walking is not really an option.

Eventually he starts sniffing because he did not really expect the night to go down like that. A stranger asks what's wrong but he just cries harder.

He cries until he hears the stranger asking if he could help him somehow, or if he would like to sit inside the theater while he calls for a carriage.

Sparrow also maes sure to make a jab about Kroto once FG is calm.

[idunnodudeijustwokeup]

Jason: Oh you want me dead?? Name the best three ways I could die then???

Goon: “”

Jason: you didn’t mention a crowbar?? Fake fan.