#never fucking mind i guess

[sweetmapple]

Communion

[you-can-a1ways-come-home]

i know people have already dissected pretty much all of Tenna and Spamton’s dialogue connections, but i wanted to point out something i noticed that i haven’t personally seen mentioned before, and how it may tie in to their relationship. this could just be me going “i’ve connected the dots!” here, but…

these are the only instances in the game where Tenna says this specific line, and it seems like an intentional reference in the writing to parallel these moments with each other. we know Spamton is connected to and knows that jingle, because he also quotes it in his Neo fight (in reference to Tenna and Mike). it seems like it was probably an ad they made together.

many people have pointed out that the Tropic of Love was probably a special place for Tenna and Spamton, and to me, this further implies that; it also implies that Tenna was thinking about/missing Spamton in both of these moments. (and yet still tries to pretend he doesn’t miss him at all ….. )

the other evidence that the Tropic of Love is connected to Spamton has been discussed before but i wanted to put it here for clarity!

the song that plays on the Tropic of Love is called “SOUTH OF THE BORDER!!” and is the only song in the chapter to be capitalized and have multiple exclamation points, similar to the way Spamton speaks.

(i’ve also heard people say that this song and the “KEYGEN” song — when Spamton flashes rainbow colors like the trees do on the Tropic of Love — share a leitmotif, and the first few notes of both do sound similar, but as far as i know this hasn’t been completely confirmed yet? correct me if im wrong)

the only other time the phrase “south of the border” is used in connection with Deltarune is Spamton’s dialogue in the description for the “Mr and Mrs and Spamton cutting board” on the Spamton Sweepstakes page, which also feels like a very intentional reference.

and Spamton does indeed cross out Tenna with a red marker on the below page, which of course you can find linked in the “Spamton engraved wedding ring” description. there’s an implication here that Spamton bought a wedding ring for Tenna, never got to give it to him, yet still kept it for years — we know some other things found in the Spamton Sweepstakes have factored into canon in some way (Noelle’s blog posts, some questions Spamton answered on Twitter, many hidden links)

(still don’t know what went down w Spamton and Mike tbh)

basically the point here is that the Tropic of Love was almost certainly some kind of romantic getaway or memento for them — and Tenna kept it in his special version of the game even after everything that happened; he still thinks of it fondly. they both care way more than they want to let on, and still can’t get each other out of their heads (after at least a decade apart, if the hidden mailroom dialogue means anything). and, despite all their obvious anger and resentment, despite falsely believing that the other abandoned them and never actually cared at all, they absolutely still deeply miss each other. (there are so many instances i could point out that imply this but this post already took me way too long to put together! lmao)

i mean, famously bitter grudge-holder Spamton G. Spamton was overjoyed at the chance to reconcile when he realized that Tenna cares about him after all, that maybe he wasn’t only using him that whole time just to find out his secret. (“you really do care!!!”) and even after he got humiliated by Tenna yet again, Spamton wasn’t really even angry — more just disappointed and resigned. and Tenna, who thinks Spamton was just using him the whole time, that Spamton pretended to get a phone call just so he could abandon him at the very last minute, still keeps the gift Spamton gave him as his prized possession, still wishes Spamton could just be there for him at his lowest. i think all of this says a lot about how they actually feel about each other, underneath the fronts they’ve put up to protect themselves from the pain of realizing they both lost the one person in the world who might’ve truly loved them.

[as a last note: i do actually believe there is a chance for them to reconcile in the game if you keep Tenna in Castle Town. this is a Toby Fox game. the main themes present in his work are love, hope, and forgiveness — that even if you’ve been irreparably changed, even if you can never fully go back to who you used to be, even if you feel completely unloveable, there is still love for you. i think Tenna and Spamton as characters will be relevant to the overall narrative and themes of Deltarune. i do think it’s that deep. Toby is making niche pairings from ten years ago — like Burgerpants/Nice Cream Guy — canon after all this time because it will make people happy. he’s having Fangamer sell Tenna & Spamton plushies as a pair, in cuddly poses. if you think there’s absolutely no hope for their relationship… maybe, just maybe, there will be.]

[shadowsegregious]

not. the greatest cook (still comic under cut <3)

[hmsdoodlin]

(127) Two sides of the same whole, never meant to exist without the other.

[slavhew]

4h lecture every day

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

Listen, I love Fiddlestan as much as the next guy, but where did we start getting the idea Ford was cold and dismissive towards Fidds during their time working on the portal???

I could totally be wrong because I haven't read every single GF related thing (hell, my journals aren't decoded because I'm a slacker), but like??? The first time he saw him, he bought him his favorite snacks *and* a whole ass banjo and said he'd make it his mission that Fiddleford would be comfortable in his home.

They go adventuring together and talk about things like fashion trends and the future and go stargazing.

Ford is *so* happy when Fiddleford returns that he hugs him immediately. Abd then he feels bad that Fiddleford feels bad about his failing marriage that he throws him a holiday party even though he doesn't celebrate and hates the holidays honestly. And he put on Fiddlefords favorite song (which he despises and honestly? ME TOO FORD. I HAVE BEEF WITH THAT SONG) and drank seemingly spiked eggnog with him despite not usually liking to drink. So that he could make Fiddleford feel better.

He also just openly adores everything Fiddleford does. Maybe it's only in his journals. You could argue he doesn't say it out loud but, like, he exclusively describes him as impressive all of the time-

And I get where it's coming from in like a "oh he's a workaholic who has the pressure of Bill breathing down his neck that he has to be working on the portal 24/7." And like yeah, but in the pages he's a workaholic he's a workaholic practically begging Fiddleford to stay up with him because he loves working along side him. Fiddleford and him work *together.*

Like the page where they're sorta fighting with each other because Ford wants to work more its not "leave me alone Fiddleford, I have to do this" it's "hey! How come you won't stay up with me! Ugh this is so unfair that you're going to bed even though you know I plan to continue working for another hour."

I'm just saying if Fiddleford wanted to cuddle, I imagine Ford's response would be "Oh! Awesome, I love spending time with him 🥰🥰🥰" but he'd just end up using Fidds' back as a table for his studies. Or they'd do that thing where one of them is working on a desk and they sit on one chair in each other's arms.

And, while we're here, realistically? Emotionally stunted, slapped by more women than He's dated, "I can't cry in front of people, and the only thing I'm good for is my fists." Stanley Pines??? He's not cuddling shit. He's got that toxic masculinity ingrained into him. It doesn't matter how incredibly touch starved he is, cuddling is too emotionally intimate and "girly" for him. Honestly if Fiddleford tried to cuddle him he'd probably throw him in a headlock because he's also been on the streets for years now with people constantly trying to attack him.

And I'm not saying this to diss on Fiddlestan. Again, I *like* Fiddlestan! But when I read "Ford could never appreciate him like Stan could" I don't understand it.

They so clearly bonded well together, and if Ford truly was being an asshole (or not an asshole, but just generally unpleasant even when he wasn't possessed) the whole time, I doubt Fiddleford would've stayed. Nostalgia and physical attraction can only get you so far, and Fidds is already facing the horrors in Gravity Falls, Stanford has to be a hell of an amazing person to make someone want to stay. Like, he's a grown adult. Sure he really wanted to impress Ford and allotted himself to be "the tech guy to Ford's smarts" but if he wanted to leave, he could've. And there didn't seem to much keeping him there. Especially when he was having doubts on the portal.

[felsicveins]

I've seen Otto flirt with every brother but ONE!! I desperately need to see Otto brutally rejected by a happily married Bruce(and possibly salty Brandi??)

Is this in the cards for Otto 🤨

He can dish it out but he certainly can't take it

[psilliguykai]

Happy [depending on your timezone belated-] 2nd birthday CCCC!!

I gotta eep now, but I might add some more thoughts tomorrow ^^

For now, thank you CCCC for being my intro to Chonny Jash, and thank you cj for all the awesome community and inspiration and joy you’ve brought me and so many other people. Your music and characters will always hold a special place in my Heart [haha] <33

[faunandfloraas]

fav skz // Sick as!

[renonv]

Ignore the difference in styles but Two wonderful ppl on discord wanted to see me untwinkify Romano so I had to deliver

“Shirtless” (his tits are already out) vers :

[mollypaup]

i think a really great aspect of oofuri is how much it gets mihashi's ass for being overly timid and dependent. it would be really easy to write off the way he and abe interact as being abe's fault because he is overbearing, and a lot of people do, but it has some really great moments of going "hey, you cannot hide behind abe or depend on him to make every decision. it's not good for you, or him, or the team."

[cybertron-after-dark]

Being constantly surrounded by the presence of a loving God sounds great until you realize you never know when his freaky fuckin eyes are gonna show up to check on you.

And man. They do it a LOT.

[docholligay]

Tuesday

The voted on fic! I have only seen to episode 17 of the original anime, so A) Let me live if I'm wrong and b) please don't spoil me for anything at all!! 1685 words, this was fun.

Bad things happened slowly, then all at once, Hughes had observed. 

He should have put a stop to it sooner. He should have seen what was coming. He should have seen where it would go from there. 

It had been about some stupid protocol, Roy pulling rank for no reason, Ed fighting against it for no reason. A Tuesday. 

Like any other Tuesday on which Roy and Ed decided to have at it, Hughes doubted very seriously that they would remember what the fight had been about at all. But they would remember the fight itself. 

Roy had his shoulders back, bringing himself to his fullest height as he sneered down at Ed, who was nearly standing on tiptoe, unwilling to give an inch. Ed’s hair bounced like a golden chain as he barked at Roy, new allegations being set forth as the old ones were being forgotten. Hawkeye stood next to them with the mild interest she might give a passing stray cat, while Al loomed in a corner, allowed in under the aegis of Roy’s basic inattention to detail. 

It started. Roy made some snide remark that hit Ed a little too close. 

Ed pushed Roy up against the wall, yelling and full of bluster. Roy, without a moment of thought, snapped his fingers at the back of Ed’s neck, a tiny puff of a blast and a roar of pain exploding from Ed as he pulled away. 

This was the moment he should have stepped in. Roy and Ed were at each other’s throats constantly, for reasons Hughes never mentioned because he didn’t want a quarter sized burn on the back of his neck. But Hughes should have felt the change in the air. He should have seen the storm cross Ed’s face, as he pulled something up from the deep. The job of an investigator is to put things together. Hughes was a good investigator. So he thought. 

Ed glowered as he tenderly touched his neck. When he spoke, it came out as a growl. 

“You should have fucking killed yourself when you had the chance.” 

Things go bad slowly, then all at once. 

In all his years of working Investigation, Hughes discovered the mistakes people made were usually in what they didn’t see. 

Ed saw a much younger Roy with a gun in his hand, on the edge, as a singular event. 

He didn’t see the few but long years of Roy hanging on by his fingernails, fighting a tide that had threatened to drown him. Long nights trying to keep his head above water.

Ed saw a a difficult, arrogant man and a weapon to hurt him with. 

He didn’t see the way everyone who cared about Roy could still hear the lapping of the waves in the background. The fear of the tide coming back in. That he’d be swept away this time. 

Ed saw Roy’s eyes widen, the bite of the inside of his cheek, a step, the glorious joy of his being beaten back. 

But the most important thing  Major Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist, did not see, was Hawkeye to his immediate left. 

Ed barely had the chance to finish his sentence before there were two hits: Hawkeye hitting him, and him hitting the floor. She was great at hand to hand combat, Hughes knew and Ed was rapidly discovering, and while the hit had been intended for Roy, Ed didn’t have great control of his blast radius. 

It was all so immediate, and yet Hughes saw it happen in perfect detail. He was good at writing eyewitness reports. Hawkeye punching him, Ed slamming to the floor. Hawkeye’s hand on her gun. Al moving faster than you would think a heavy suit of armor could, a freight train toward Hawkeye. Roy jumping in front of Al, his hand raised, his fingers ready to--

“Hey! Hey! HEY!” Hughes was on top of Roy’s desk, not quite remembering how he got there. “Let’s all…calm down.” 

They looked to him, expecting something to come next, which it would, once Hughes could come up with it. 

Ed began to raise his right hand, glaring at Hawkeye. 

“Move that arm and you will lose it.” Hawkeye had her hand on the gun in its holster. It was tough to push Hawkeye’s buttons, but once you did, it was tougher to un-push them. And Ed did not quite realize he had pushed on a very sore button, though his jaw was helping educate him. 

Roy’s eyes were still locked with Al’s, wondering whether iron could plow through flesh before it melted.

“You know what’s great about being a father? I get a lot of pretend time. Let’s try that.” He waved his hands in an exaggerated fashion.  “Let’s all pretend we’re professionals in the military! For a few minutes.”

Hughes thought it was at least a little funny, but nobody seemed to laugh, all tightly in position, except for, of course, Ed, who was lying on the floor. Wisely, with his right arm by his side. 

“Let’s start!” Hughes went back into his patter, the idea taking shape as he said it. 

“Lieutenant Hawkeye, could you please take your hand off your gun and take a few steps back from the young Major Elric?” Hawkeye, unmoving, gave him a flat stare.  “I would like to add, on a personal note, that it is still very much punishable by death to kill a State Alchemist, even if he is annoying, and that I desperately do not want to observe your court martial.” 

Hawkeye took a breath, dropped her hand from the holster, and took two exaggerated steps back. 

“Great.” Hughes clapped his hands together, “This is going well. Al Elric, Major Elric is no longer in immediate danger, so can I suggest you take a few steps back from Lieutenant Hawkeye?” 

Al needed permission more than encouragement, and clunkily shuffled back from Hawkeye’s position. 

“Fantastic” Hughes smiled and gestured to Roy. “Colonel Mustang, I would like to formally invite you to put your hand d--”

Roy dropped his hand. “Get off my desk.” 

“That’s fine, glare at me all you want. I’ll be done in a second.” 

Ed piped up. 

“I--”

“You. Don’t talk.” Hughes jumped down from the desk. “They should really give me a medal or a bonus or something for this. Anyway, let’s all go to our separate corners. Show’s over.” 

He’d done it. He could feel it. The spell was broken. No one would have accused Roy of being a saint, but he was, Hughes thought, a decent man, social and funny. Ed was a little brash and naive--weren’t they all at first--but he was a genuinely nice kid. Amazing how something about the other made them so eager to disprove those theories. But, they wouldn’t be killing each other today. Well done, Maes. 

Hawkeye continued to attempt to commit murder via the sheer power of thought, but walked over to Roy and stood by his side, eyes never leaving Ed. There were a few tense seconds, and then Roy flipped open his alchemists’ watch, took a glance, and looked over to Hawkeye. 

“Are you hungry? I could eat.” he clipped it shut with a quick flourish. 

She nodded and looked over to Hughes, who gave a little shake of his head. 

“I’ll catch up with you two later.” 

Roy sauntered to the door. “I’ll buy.” 

She put her hand on his back, trailing him, though whether to be sure of him or to push him out the door was anyone’s guess. 

“From the mess?” 

“I’m more generous to you than you deserve.” 

The door shut behind them, the force of it echoing through the room. 

Hughes let out a long sigh, took off his glasses and cleaned them with his shirt tail. “I would not recommend tap dancing on that particular nerve of Lieutenant Hawkeye’s.” 

Ed picked himself up off the ground, still scowling. “What I’d give to scrub his brains off the--” 

“I wouldn’t recommend tap dancing on that particular nerve of mine, either.” He tucked his shirt tail back in. “I’ve known the colonel for years and I like his head where it’s at. You’re poking at stuff you don’t really understand.You know it.” He put his glasses back on. “But you don’t understand it.” 

Ed ignored the sage counsel to continue his anger, but Al gave this matter a moment’s consideration. 

“You should have let me fight back.” Ed rubbed his jaw as Al helped him to his feet. 

Hughes chuckled and leaned against the desk. “Because you were doing so great.” He shook his head, smiling. “You haven’t seen Hawkeye in combat. She would have had a bullet in you before you could think the word, ‘alchemy.’ Maybe two.” 

“Of course you’re taking his side.” Ed dusted himself off. 

“I’m not taking anybody’s side. Are you okay?” There was no response. “I’ve been hit by Hawkeye before. It hurts. She’s got great follow through when she means it.” He looked at Ed’s jaw and whistled. “And boy did she. I bet her hand smarts.” 

“It looks like it’s swelling up.” Al put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Should we go get some ice?” 

“If you can get it from someplace other than the mess hall. I’d give the lieutenant a wide berth for a little while. Mustang, too, but especially her.” He put his hand on Ed’s shoulder. “Ed, I’m trying to help you. I know he can be, himself, but he’s your superior officer. He’s ben playing the game for years. If you get into a power struggle with him, you’ll lose. That’s a fact. He has plenty of friends.” 

“Like you.” Ed aggressively shrugged off his hand. “Let’s go, Al.” 

They walked out, slamming the door, who had seen a remarkable amount of violence today for having done nothing wrong. He was absolutely going to ignore everything Hughes had said, the same way that Roy was going to ignore Hughes’ appeal to go a little easier on Ed. It would all start again, same as they always did. 

A Tuesday.

[just-rainbow-thoughts]

I’ve had this concept rattling around far too long, what if he struggles to tell dreams apart from reality sometimes. Eventually he finds some evidence of what really happened but there’s a few things where he still has genuinely no idea on what’s real, like that time he broke a hand, or the war

Also another thing, sometimes people just, break into the apartment. He gave up on getting new locks years ago

[itsgirlcraft]

Chat I just found out I might have to go ~2 weeks without adhd meds ;-;

Which means I have to ration out them now so I can survive my first month of college :'(

If you catch me crashing out or I'm low energy/barely interacting assume it's that 😭

[vaguely-concerned]

ingellvar must have so many strange off-putting little personal habits in their day to day life that they don't even realize come across as weird, especially if they haven't ever dated outside of the watchers much. in rye's specific case I think lucanis has a capacity for such immaculate 'sure my life is already so fucking weird this might as well happen' energy that I believe he'd be able to roll with the punches admirably given the time, but it really would be a situation like

(what was going on there was that rook was placing down some experimental wards, by the way, it's what he does to calm down before bed and if he wakes during the night. what with the necropolis itself being a liminal space of lf sorts on a cosmic scale, watchers take the additional liminal space between wakefulness and dreaming extremely seriously b/c they know there are things drifting through that would just love to get their foot/tentacle/conceptual spores in that particular half-ajar door that should not be allowed inside. or outside, I suppose, depending on your point of view. rook and lucanis are also experimenting with whether solid wards can help any with lucanis' weird post-spite dreams even if they can't do anything for the more mundane ptsd ones. third reason because in my worldstate they still live in the lighthouse after the game: unless gently dissuaded wisps will sometimes drift by while you're asleep and hover over your face curiously as they sense your mind doing stuff in the fade, and no one likes waking up on an eldritch sneeze with a well-meaning yet terrified wisp zooming about the room. important watcher novice 101 lessons.

blessed mental image of rye cross-legged on the floor, barefoot in his PJs with his hair down and no makeup, peaceably tracing out elaborate geometric shapes that somehow make your eyes scared when you look at them* while lucanis sits on the bed and reads out loud to both him and spite and occasionally sneaks some carnal looks at rook's fully unleashed curly hair and bare wrists & throat...... okay I think I've found the thing that will help me through the day thank you for coming on this journey with me)

*what is the paint he's using made out of and why is it such a deeply unsettling colour? don't worry about it! :) patented mostly well-meaning yet also borderline condescending mortalitasi hand wave of 'don't worry your sweet little non-nevarran head about it we both know you don't actually want to know. do not ask questions lest you learn the answers, especially if you're going to be annoying at me and freak out about it. let the things man was not meant to know stay unknown. unknown by you I mean I'm built different'