👻 and ❤️ and 🌻 foe the ask game!
ayyyy thank u sorry it's been ages pfdfjskl
👻 What is your wildest headcanon? idk, the ~wildest~ i can think of is that sokka and a healthy azula would really get along well. the sarcasm and snappy remarks would never end and they'd both have a blast with it. i know that's not too crazy lol but hey
❤️ Favorite line you've written in a fic? already answered!
🌻 How often do you read your own fics? immediately after posting them i'll reread them like 20 times, partially to double-check my editing but also because i'm excited about other people reading them. after that i tend to leave them alone for several months before checkin em out again
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Back to my Wolfwood being the oldest sibling bs, I’m thinking about how he has definitely done a joke or a prank that he didn’t know it would make the one at the end of it cry or something, so he would low key panic while instinctively trying to make them calm down and also bribe them into not telling about it to anyone else
This brings me to thinking he would do something like that to Vash, and paired with the fact that he tends to overreact as a comic relief (we know why we dont talk about thisrn) to whatever is going on, Vash would probably cry over it or act deeply offended
Now, while I think WW would know it was an overreaction just for comedy’s sake, I also think his older sibling instinct would kick in and would be like “hey hey calm down- it was a joke I promise I’m sorry- don’t tell anyone about this- no don’t cry- stop that- hey it’s okay shit sorry no- do you want a lollipop- I have one of those- don’t cry-”
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Which Of the TOS Crew Are You?
Beta Ray Bill's Incredibly Wrong Result:
CHEKOV(?!)
I won't lie - you're kind of a bastard, but you're also a genius (no wonder you're the youngest member of the bridge crew!). Even if you mess up sometimes, you remain confident and daring. You're probably a master at trolling. Some may find you annoying, but they're probably just jealous of your stunning hair and nationality.
"... When this device asked my name, I said Beta Ray Bill, not Peter Parker."
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Tagged Demanded by: @mutiineer
Tagging: Nope, not gonna tag anyone for this one, I'm lying on the ground from the sheer wrongness.
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Hibiscus: ... Yeah, well maybe if you two hadn't locked me in my room after telling me there was a monster under my bed I would have been more willing to watch scary movies as a child.
Seashell: Oh my god, you're still hung up on that?
Hibiscus: It was incredibly scarring!
Peach: To be fair, we did tell him it was gonna eat him.
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No one ever talks about how much it sucks having siblings way older than you.
I look at my friends and their siblings with melancholy because by the time I even started to make memories, both of my siblings were out of the house. I get teary eyed when I see posts online about "sibling things" because I know I will never have that relationship with them.
My brother made a post online celebrating "National Sibling's Day" but he didn't mention me.
At my sister's wedding, I didn't even sit with the rest of the family in the front row. She didn't want me in her wedding while my brother had a speech.
I wonder how our relationship would be different if I was closer to their age or if they were closer to mine. Would he have included me in that post? Would I have been included at my sister's wedding?Would we argue like my friend's and their siblings do? Would those "sibling posts" finally relate to me?
It's a strange sensation having siblings but not being able to relate to common sibling experiences, or really, any.
It's an even stranger sensation growing up as a kid who used to call herself an 'only child' while her mom went "No, no, she's not an only child" and assured her she had siblings, however, that's what I was.
I didn't argue with my siblings like regular siblings do or play with them a lot or whine to mom when they left me out because I was the youngest and annoying (or so I hear that's what's siblings do)
They were rarely even in the house.
Whenever my mother tells me stories of their childhood, I sit on the edge of my seat, begging for any sliver of information, just so I can know what it was like, what they were like, because I wasn't a part of their childhood but they were a part of mine.
My sister still braided my hair because I couldn't and neither could my mom. She still let me play with her nail polish. And, apparently, my first sentence as a toddler was "Sissy's mean!" when she didn't let me have something of hers I wanted or whatever else I was angry at her for.
My brother was less there but he still read me a bed time story once or twice (though I don't remember which one) and chased me around the house while I screeched in fear because he had gotten a nerf gun for Christmas (even though he was in his 20s ((thanks, mom. He quite enjoyed terrorizing me with it.))
But I wasn't in their childhood.
I wasn't there when he hit my sister upside the head with his metal harmonica or when he cut her hair with a pair of scissors. I wasn't there when he shot at the house with a paint ball gun (or a bbgun, I don't remember what my mom said) with his friends. I wasn't there when my siblings went into elementary school or middle school. I wasn't there for my sibling's first crush or bully or when they had a bad teacher. I wasn't there for all those childhood Christmas's and Thanksgivings and all those other holidays.
I will never know them as well as they know eachother. Never know all those inside jokes or the secrets they kept from mom together.
Sometimes, I feel like they're my family but I'm not theirs.
It's little things like that but sometimes, I wonder when they see me if they see their little sister or the little girl they were forced to call family.
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