#r!acho

[pow-creations-headcanons]

I like to imagine that the more experienced rats like to help out the younger rats while they’re out around the house, like holding their paw during chase sequences or helping to boost them up ledges. 

I just think the imagery of something like r!Acho, r!Owen or any of the other larger rats helping the smaller ones climb up counters and stuff really adorable. Plus I think it could be quite funny if r!Owen tries to help r!Tubbo but he yells at him every time

Acho has always been perfectly fine with helping the less vertically gifted rats scramble up to high places their legs can’t necessarily help them reach.

What star is /not/ ok with it’s getting mud and dirt from their paws on their sailor hat beret. Especially when it’s Apo calling him names while he does so, or if it’s Tubbo making him have premature hearing loss.

However, the problem with Owen is well..holding someone up without a tail for balance leads to falling..quite a lot.

[bugsnbites]

I have no idea what happened to Acho at the end there but I like to think he just bleached like a coral from the stress

[panzil]

[Spoilers for the Stream 12/05/22]

I want to violently hug r!acho. That rat deserves nothing but happiness.

He deserves better.

I miss Reginald ;-;

Anyways we got another r!Acho poem :D

whOoo Angst!

Tw: death, grief

Packed Snow

As I embraced you, your frozen packed snow was cold to the touch

Yet the small drips of water condensed by my fur felt as if it was like feeling the blood of life flow through my own veins

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Your eyes and mouth were made of charcoal, as black as ink, rocks

Yet they shone like the hook of a fishing pole that could yank my happiness from the deepest depths of the mariana trench of my soul.

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Your movements were simple, you were rat-made

Yet when you spun, you brought up the spirits of everyone around you like a bubbling contagious laugh that infected any one in the vicinity.

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I sit now, on frozen packed snow that is cold to the touch, your charcoal eyes etched into the stone before me, your simple movements are all that can fill my thoughts.

Yet there is nothing but cold, frost biting snow.

[panzil]

I went brr with a poem that acho could potentially write, though tbh I haven't been watching his pov much, the only one of his streams, the one where he got the chickens, so idk if it's canon compliant fully.

tw: mistrust , mentions of choking , sense of fear

Steady Hands

I arrived I believed there to be steady hands

On my shoulders to hold me upright

To support

But those hands I saw, I came to realize could be used for something I should've had the foresight

To choke

I have seen it, others trusting the hands

Who said they believed would help protect

To support

But, those hands I saw, everyone would just assume that they were safe until it was too late.

To choke.

I can feel the hands

They are on my shoulders, steady.

I want to leave but then my throat will get ripped to shreds.

Would it be more painful than choking?

I'm no good outside. No good

To support

But the hands are here.

To choke.

I hide things from whatever eyes are attached to the hands

So their reason

To support

Will never turn into a reason

To choke

But they will find a way, the hands

They say their purpose is

To support

But I know as soon as I have something they need, until it is their own, their purpose will be

To choke

Then the steady hands will slide back down to my shoulders and hold me

To support

[o0ogalaxyroseo0o]

i KNOW outsiders smp and rats smp aren’t connected but something i find really interesting is that c!acho almost drowned and r!acho hates water and in this essay i will