#is it even accurate? i have no fucking clue lmaoooo

[heartbreakprincewille]

Okay, we all know that Simon's love for Wille is symbolised by purple, right? But I was thinking, Wille's love for Simon must be symbolised by orange.

Remember that interview with the costume designer and she said that Wille wearing an orange sweater when he first saw Simon in S1 E1 was "Wille making his way to Simon, but he doesn't know it yet"? And we all know the story of that very orange sweater with Simon in S2.

And the most interesting detail to me is Simon wearing a lot of orange in S2. Obviously it's his palette colour, it makes sense for him to wear it, but something about Simon coloured in Wille's colour of love, especially when he's trying to move on. How he's actively trying to move on but the realization of Wille's ever-consuming love and his love confession looming over Simon's heart like a cloud, not letting him move on.

Like trying to move on with Marcus:

Or meeting Wille after the Christmas break:

Or be it Simon presenting his song he wrote for Wille:

And my favorite thing probably Simon wearing the orange sweater and actively embracing Wille's love because he just can't help it:

And something equally interesting to me is Wille wearing purple in S2. Something about Simon's love embracing Wille without even him realizing it, real and tangible and just as consuming.

Like when he confesses that "it was better not knowing how it can feel":

Or the day after Simon kisses him at the Ball:

Like it's driving me insane that Wille's colour of love is orange, a colour that is a part of Simon's palette, something that represents Simon's personality because Wille loves Simon for who he is.

And Simon's colour of love is purple, because purple is often associated with royalty but Simon is redefining its meaning and making it a symbol of his love, just like Wille's royal status is the thing that outwardly defines him but in the end, Simon loves Wille, not his status.

[woodswolf]

3, 23, 24 for the fic asks?

end of year fic asks

thanks for the ask! :D

23. fics you wanted to write but didn't

answered here! :D

24. favorite fic you read this year

ohhh boy this is a tough one because there's A Lot. unordered list probably (actually ordered by approximately when i read them):

for Gravity Falls: Pseudomnesia by Greyingdawns. okay this one and this one only is unambiguously ordered in terms of favorites because literally nothing else comes close. i read this back in march and it's almost certainly in my all-time top 10. (do i know what the rest of my all-time top 10 are? i have no fucking clue my guy. like i definitely know some of the contenders but not the order.) genuinely INCREDIBLE fic (but tumblr killed my thoughts about how the brackets are absolutely amazing and create such brilliant inline poetry FUCK!!!!!!!!) and im probably going to be thinking about it for years to come. begging literally everyone to PLEASE READ IT!!!!

for Ninjago: tell it again by spinbitchzu. this one started as a tumblr post that i reblogged supportively and later got solicited in my inbox when the first chapter was up (lol), but hey im nothing if not a sucker for time loop stories and this is a really good one so far.

for Pikmin: the To Be (One With the Garden) series by MaideninOrange. To Live (As a Pikmin) was actually the first Pikmin fic I ever read, and the whole series is really good. i have some minor gripes with some parts of it, but where it hits it fucking HITS, and this is definitely the fic and series i re-read the most this year. similar to something else a bit later down this list, this very heavily inspired one half of my current wip, as a point of comparison.

for Pikmin: A Nightmare, A Dream by qwertycake. GOD this is fucking ough. REALLY REALLY REALLY nails the half-dreaming vibe in the simplicity and not-quite-sequitur of the thought process. OUGH.

for Pikmin: To Die (and be born anew) by Valkohai. where to start with this one honestly. really good execution of a well-trod concept, really good original ideas (the fucking puffstool thing HOLY SHIT), just really good all around. just like the To Be series, though, i have a lot of minor gripes with it, and it ended up heavily inspiring one half of my current wip. or, more accurately, i realized that i kinda really went off with my comment on chapter 7 and now we're 37k words deep. :)

for Pikmin: subterranean web, infest my soul by voidnight (aka you lol). really not sure what else to say about this other than that it's really really fucking good, i am Still thinking about it, and it in particular was really fucking ough. still debating on whether to list this as an inspiration for my wip when i get around to publishing it (which might be soon - first chapter is almost done, the reason it's taken over four months now was because i wrote all the way to the end of one of the halves before turning around to write the rest lmaoooo), but all of the themes (and dreams) of labor really helped crystallize some of my thoughts in a way that, even if it isn't immediately evident from the text, definitely helped ME to organize some things.

for Pikmin: the Protocol for Nonstandard Relations series by voidnight (also aka you lol). much more shippy than i usually like, but tons of really good world- and character-building that i personally can never resist. ALSO those labor thoughts.

for Pikmin: paulownia by mlkt. really good, short, mostly introspective piece. love me some really good, short, mostly introspective pieces.

for Pikmin (LAST ONE): Venus Flytrap by qwertycake. deliciously DISGUSTING vibes. literally LOVE that framing device too. just. OUGH.

for In Stars and Time: Bleeding in Monochrome by JustSalPals. just really love this writer's style and characterization.

for In Stars and Time/START AGAIN: a prologue: The Stars are Just Spotlights by JustSalPals. LOOP MY FUCKING BELOVED. love love love love love the way this writer writes them.

for START AGAIN: a prologue/In Stars and Time (but really just SASASAP): Half Masked by RuneSnap. simple but good.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

OHHHHHH GOD DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE

okay so i have a few (all from my current wip)

first up there's this bit from the second chapter, which is intended to be read out loud:

When they eventually come across the blackened shell, after an age of wandering through smoke — shattered and silent and still, softly smoldering, with shredded scraps and splintered shards scattered circularly aside it like a halo, both hallow and hollow — they finally separate, dispersing through the debris field to search for any sign. Thirty minutes later, they find the body.

so this was normal prose originally, but at some point i realized that "hm there's a lot of S sounds in here hmmmm" and rewrote it to be almost entirely S sounds. it adds a cool auditory component - the hiss and pop of dying flames. this is unambiguously the coolest thing i wrote that had a non-contextual reason to be cool.

here's a larger segment, from the third chapter, which i think rather speaks for itself:

His thoughts are spinning faster than they have been in days. His mind seems to be on the edge of panic. He drops the mirror-thing unceremoniously and hurriedly begins digging through his back-pouch. His hands are shaking when he pulls out his notebook, and he turns the pages roughly, firmly, like if he doesn’t hold on to them as hard as he can they’re going to fly away. He stops on a seemingly random spread and scans whatever he sees there, desperately, furiously, like it’s going to kill him. It does. Whatever he finds on the page appears to confirm something that’s simultaneously a worst nightmare and a wildest dream. His chest spasms like he’s going to be sick. He rips his gaze from the notebook and stares back up at the empty slot, tears flowing freely from his eyes, and he smiles like he wants to scream. There’s an utterly alien emotion consuming the entirety of his mind: blazing with the fury of a thousand forest fires, spinning with the fervor of a million hurricanes, bursting with the power of a billion suns, crashing with the apocalyptic tide of every drowned memory. They have no idea what it is, but they would not dare to call it hope. It feels like madness.

as for other stuff, it's harder to pull specific segments for, but in general, for a fic that's about "unintentional abuse as consequence of repeated failures of humanization" — or, to put it another way, "it's still/not your fault if the other person/creature is a dog" — it's just been really really REALLY fun to write the premise! just the number of really subtle phrasings to downplay certain events from the dominant party's perspective. there's a particularly good example in chapter 2, where at one point i had originally written "force" and soon after intentionally changed it to "make"; you get the idea.

there's also a lot of instances where the gap between knowledge and understanding is almost bridged, but not quite: reaching just far enough to understand that something is wrong, and that the dominant party is responsible for it, but not being able to pinpoint what exactly it is. and never understanding, not fully, but using that moment of "almost" as a guide to move forward, as an olive branch, as something worth forgiving.

and then, for a more specific scene, there's a section in the fifth chapter (out of six; the first and last function more as a prologue and epilogue, though, and are more tangentially related, so essentially the fifth chapter is the "finale") where i was able to do something very interesting with tenses. the entire fic is written in present tense, but in this specific scene, there's a moment where the dominant party is highly distracted, but something happens very very suddenly and unexpectedly. so in that scene, there's a cutoff —

(and then there's a subscene, entirely in parentheses, trying to reconstruct what would have happened while they were distracted, based on what they know of the situation. this is also written in present tense, but it refers to the current situation in past tense, as if the thoughts were interjected from a future version of themselves. it's also just really sad, because the reason this future version goes to such great effort is because they think it's important for them to know — and it is important, but they also don't understand how or why or even what is important. so it's just. turning it over and over like a stone.)

— and then the original scene resumes like all of that prior introspection did not happen, because in real time, it did not.

thanks again for the ask! :D

[wiltingofthewhitelily]

Miscellaneous Headcanons

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America is a huge fan of Hamilton (the musical); he knows it’s not 100% historically accurate, but seeing how much the youth in his country enjoy it and how it makes them think so positively about American history, he’s very happy to let that slide

Latvia is one of those people that’s somehow dirty-minded and very innocent at the same time?? Like he makes a lot of small dirty jokes but he actually doesn’t have a fucking clue how “the birds and bees” actually works lmaoooo

England has very veiny hands and feet

Poland is double-jointed and has a hitchhiker’s thumb

List of nations with big sweet tooths: Russia, Canada, Norway, Germany, Italy, Austria (basically canon?), Moldova (also pretty much canon), Belarus, Belgium, Finland, Sweden (I’m sure there are some I’m missing but oh well)

I feel like Iceland and Latvia get along pretty well?? Like their personalities are kinda similar and I just feel like they could be good friends

One of the reasons why Germany loves dogs so much is because when he was a kid, the first present Prussia ever gave him was a German Shepherd puppy. His name was Ludwig. Ludwig was just the sweetest dog ever, and Germany spent many enjoyable years with him before he sadly passed away. Germany later decided to choose Ludwig for his human name to honor his good boi :)

^I made this hc a long ass time ago in my hc book on Wattpad and I still think it’s literally one of the best hcs my brain has ever produced what

Prussia h a t e s it when people take the Lord’s name in vain. Even if you say something as small as “Oh my God!” or “Jesus Christ!” he’ll get very angry and probably yell at you until he’s red in the face