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my favorite thing to imagine is how kremy and gideon's confession would go ... would it be disastrous? would it surprisingly be serene and soft? would it be explosive? would it make their hearts ache out of pure joy because they now have confirmation of the other's feelings? how would the rest of the krew play into it? would they even be there when it happens? how would it happen?

i love fictional delusion.

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If there was one thing Kremy was good at, it'd be his ability to get what he wanted using his silver-tongue. However, unbeknownst to the alligator warlock, he is also quite talented at self-sabotage. In fact, it seems like every one else in the Krew (except Gideon, bless his heart) is well aware of this hidden talent.

The self-induced prolongment of agony is obvious in the way he would allow certain ... interactions ... to happen between his fiery genasi and multiple pixies. Hell, he was responsible for whatever ensued between Frost and Gideon when one was cursed to be attracted to trolls. And, well, Kremy, at the time, thought it'd be funny to make the other look exactly like one using his face paint.

To this day, he regrets ever opening his mouth. He often sits in silence, painfully remembering every moment. Out of all the things his cigarettes were able to aid in forgetting, that day is the most difficult. No one dares to bring it up or even joke about it and it's best it stay that way.

Kremy's self-sabotage can also come in the form of being a cowardly dumbass when dealing with his emotions. Late at night, he'll catch himself staring up at either the stars or a ceiling, always re-imagining his and Gideon's curse. Both tying them down to the concept of falling in love with the other. The alligator spends a bulk of his free time pondering on countless what-if's, so much so, that it often makes him too finnicky and nervous.

He remembers how easy it was to play out the curse of being in love with Gideon, because truthfully, nothing changed. Kremy knew he was cursed, but he just couldn't put his claw on what was different. All he knew was that the genasi had ignited something in him that he couldn't control. The mere thought of what could have happened if he were still cursed to be truthful always makes him shudder.

As for Gideon's turn at the curse, Kremy finds himself only becoming frustrated the more he entertained the memory. Gideon's endless flirting, elevated physical touches, and overall Kremy-focused behavior makes the alligator want to implode. He replays in his head how awkwardly he handed the sudden affection, and how nervous he was to even be that close to Gideon.

He remembers the solemn pep-talk he received. Kremy had memorized everything Gideon told him about his physical. He clung onto the feeling and tried his best to immortalize it—secretly hoping that maybe, just maybe, it would come true and they would be more than ironic.

Kremy has mastered the ways of taking control over one's mind. However, Mr. Lecroux will never truly achieve what (or who) he wants. And his inability to accept this, well, will always lead to self-sabotage.

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can i get your enthusiastic consent to succumb to the power of my amulet

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gay ass gator headcanon

Kremy never really thought about his best friend of nth years in a way close to romantic. He had grown to appreciate and cherish whatever they had between them for whatever reason. To have someone (or anyone) stay for a long while is something Kremy will always keep to heart, for as long as it beats.

Most evenings are spent faintly smiling at his well-kept cigarette holder, often trying to avoid complicated emotions. The gift made him happy, and he wishes to draw the line at the feeling of joy. Even when his nights slowly make him affectionate and soft, Kremy would dismiss the aching feeling of longing for someone and distract himself with another puff of smoke.

Still, the yearning never leaves him. For every time he cooks and serves breakfast every morning, he finds himself happily watching only Gideon scarf down his food in an instant. And, when morning shenanigans are finished, Kremy always has one thought, practically a silent request, in mind:

It'd be great if we could do this for the rest of our lives.

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in episode 9 of ouaw, where gideon believes he is a king of a doomed kingdom, i like to headcanon (and feed my delusions) that, even while as a king, he found kremy stupidly charming enough to allow such a "lowly peasant" to still call him 'gid' even for just a short while.

i am starved of coalecroux content.

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swiggity swoogity thibbidity thobbidty gideon (that's me) likes to gobble-dy ... cake.

himbo behavior at its finest

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"oh my angel, how i can't wait to kiss you."

if it is impossible for human beings to attain a status of divinity, then i believe i've bent all laws of nature holding you in my arms. her beauty is, with no doubt crossing my mind, not to be compared with any sunset or field of flowers in spring. she is, unequivocally, my solace.

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"everyone has their duties"

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i want something like this but instead, we get to play as pompom and do a bunch of chores around the astral express. kind of like the home decor, but we actually get to live as our beloved conductor.

or maybe i just want more pompom content.

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to all carats, here's a reminder that hoshi has this absolute banger.

a song that encourages you to take up your own path and to be strong enough to fight for yourself. to trust what your heart desires. truly a gorgeous song!

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you can't keep doing this to yourself.

the journey seemed endless, and perhaps, it really was. person a's sweat trickled down their forehead, looking straight ahead with tunnel vision. if there was anything in this dark cave to take their life, it would not have mattered. their restricted strength and gapped memory would make it feel like nothing.

they blink endlessly, convincing themselves that they could pull through. all they had to do was move their feet, one by one, closer to the light. person a forgets how, when, or why they were in this place. nothing about anything is triggering any alarms, and no other thought seems to be entering their head. except for one, as if to mock them and their current state: escape.

what has happened cannot be reversed.

person a moves as if they were chained to something. a weight so incredibly heavy that if they tried to take another step forward, it would be enough to snap their leg off. their chest began to tighten; they could barely feel any of their limbs. the only thing that told them that they were alive was the echoing of water drops falling to the ground. as if it were a ticking clock reminding them of the passage of time.

and how they were stuck in place, no matter what they did.

person a could feel tears streaming down their face, their shoulders heaving as they lose the rhythm of their breathing. the only thing they could see was the blinding light that only hurt them more. the world around them begins to collapse, and for a moment, they want to scream. they open their mouth, the word "help" taking over their thoughts. nothing comes out.

they desperately keep on trying, the broken sobbing interrupting their attempts of yelling into the echo chamber.

you are alone.