#natticus answers

[halfwaydeepunofficial]

🔊 sebastian and and atticus

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sebastian has an unfinished playlist with 11 songs on it (so i could answer this ask 10 more times lmao) but i gotta go with "the point of no return" from the phantom of the opera. it's the og. (hehe, og. phantom of the opera puns.)

-> massive tangent incoming. i heavily associate sebastian with the phantom of the opera and specifically with the point of no return. phantom is his favorite musical ever and he'd loveeeee to play the phantom. character wise there are a lot of really important differences between them, namely that erik is disabled and that's obviously affected his life in massive ways, and also erik is kind of pathetic in certain ways that sebastian is not. like tbh sebastian is a lot more comparable to richard from if we were villains or luc from the invisible life of addie larue or the darkling from shadow and bone (though there are some significant differences there too). but the phantom's vibes and some of his aesthetics are very very sebastian and he welcomes that comparison.

i've never particularly had a song i've associated with atticus actually! i'm not gonna say the first thing that popped into my head because i think it's more sol at the end of the day. i'm gonna go with "bloom" by the paper kites, that could totally be a cute atticus pov natticus song.

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FOR THE FIC ASK: MARG/DRAVEN 20 INTERPRET THIS HOWEVER

natticus i adore you but also you made me make myself so sad in a nostalgia way so also fuck you <33 /j

20 - things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

it's senior year at herronimus high school academy for young witches and oddities, and the warm touch of summer is just barely beginning to pluck at the flowers, coaxing petals and a gentle golden glow from the soft dew of spring, and margaret is so suddenly aware of what this means for her.

she realizes it's all coming to an end—not an end, she tells herself, i won't let this end—halfway through her seminar period some unremarkable wednesday, when the first rays of june light strike eloise's hair, flaring like a halo, even through the bug splattered glass. a month, a little less, from now, eloise will be gone from that seat by the window. they all will, of course, but somehow, that's what hits her hardest. eloise has always sat there, trading secret glances and love notes of all sorts and snide looks whenever northernfield makes a fool of himself, margaret's due north.

and now... she won't.

this thought haunts her, a phantom, all throughout the rest of the day, and when the bell finally dismisses the students to their dorms, margaret lingers by the entrance, without ever daring to step past the gates. she doesn't know when or if she'll ever come back. so she tries to memorize the chips in the brick, the cursive vines wending their way up the enchanted iron spars, commit it all to memory.

someone coughs behind her.

margaret's hand is on the pommel of her sword, easy as breathing, and when she whirls she finds herself face to face with...

draven.

he laughs, nudging the tip of the blade away from his face, stark black hair betraying some paler streaks in the afternoon sun. ever since the blight had been defeated, draven's edges had begun to soften; his cheeks filled out, tinged with rose, and the ink was slowly but steadily leaching from his hair, replaced with a kinder, gentler blonde. his presence is a balm to margaret's nerves.

"sorry," she murmurs, replacing her sword in her sheath. "you startled me."

"i noticed." with a smile, draven cradles her face, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. "something wrong?"

she must not answer fast enough, because the weight of draven's jaw disappears and he's looking her in the eyes, so kindly it makes her heart ache.

so she just... sighs.

"yeah, i guess." turning to face the gates again, draven bumps his shoulder into hers, lacing their fingers. "it's a lot, but also. i'm not sure what to do with it."

"do you want to talk about it?"

margaret considers waving him off, but honestly, the weight in her chest is begging to be lessened, dispersed into the muggy midwestern air.

"sure. if that's okay."

"of course it's okay," draven says, tugging on her arm. "come on. this place is depressing."

he leads her to the slope on the south side of campus, the only hill for miles, if you knew how to look for it, and nestles himself in the roots of a gnarled tree. margaret follows suit, resting her head on draven's chest and crossing his hands over her like a safety bar. even if the existentialism hasn't quite left her, at least the pulse of draven's heartbeat is firm against her back, dragging her swiftly back to earth.

she allows herself a much needed moment of peace, listening to the chirp of distant cicadas and the rustle of the corn, the suggestion of an ancient beast slithering through the golden ocean. how much time is left? how much will she get to keep?

swallowing hard, margaret unbuckles her sword, laying it in the grass beside her.

"the year is almost over," she says, matter of fact, and draven nods. "and i'm not sure i'm... ready for that."

"how so?"

"i mean, i've got good grades and i think i know what i'm ready to do after i graduate, but i'm just... i don't wanna let all this go."

"oh, babe..." draven trails off, squeezing on of her hands. "you know you aren't losing any of us, right?"

"no, no, i know," margaret tries not to wince as she trips over her words. "it's more like... i feel like i haven't done enough, you know?"

draven actually has the nerve to chuckle, and margaret smacks him.

"sorry, sorry," he says, "it's just that you literally saved the world, marg. that's more than the class of '08 ever did."

margaret lets out a long breath. "i get that. or at least, i'm trying to. but so much of my time here was just... trying not to die. i missed prom. the captain of the cheer squad missed prom and two homecomings. and yeah, i know the apocalypse was happening but also... i just wish it hadn't been me." she pauses. "is that selfish?"

"no, not at all." there's a pause. he's probably trying to figure out what to say that won't make her even more upset, but margaret just wishes he'd get it over with. she's already close to tears.

"i often think about how my life would've been different if i hadn't given so much of it to the blight. i wish it could've been someone else all the time."

"but that's different," she protests. "you had to, your parents made you."

"tell that to the guilt."

"fair enough."

"anyway, enough about me. i can tell you you've done more than enough. you know how i know?"

frowning, margaret turns to face him. "how?"

"you showed me i deserved better."

"what..." she furrows her brow. "explain."

"do you remember that time junior year you told eloise you thought you loved me?"

"yes. why do you remember that?"

draven flushes, twiddling with his hair. "i was, uh. spying on you. used to be evil, remember?" margaret snorts. "anyway, i knew you didn't know i was listening, and i felt so awful for tricking you into it, but then... you just kept believing in me, more than i ever did. and you told all our friends what you liked about me and it felt so strange to be praised for tenacity and devotion and my ability to cook soup when nat got sick that i... i started to question. getting away from the blight took a mountains of effort, but you... you moved the first stone."

it's like all the air's been snatched from margaret's lungs. "i... did?"

"yes. and i'd say that counts for something."

sitting here, under this ancient maple, sunlight dappling their bodies in a golden blanket, draven's hands secure on hers, margaret can almost say it does. it may not have fixed everything, but something did change. and she changed it.

"thanks," margaret whispers, kissing the back of draven's hand. "for everything."

the silence doesn't feel quite as oppressive as before, and the explosion of color below her shines so so bright, brilliant in the sunset.

"we should go."

draven buries his face in her neck. "northernfield can spare us five more minutes."

smiling, margaret says, "damn straight," with as much gusto as she can muster, and draven's laughter is like oxygen to her drowning lungs.

yeah. she can wait five more minutes.

after all, she did save the world.

[natticusthegomamon]

Have a crush on anyone~?

Natticus: Nah, I keep those in the fridge, not on top of anyone or any ‘mon. That would be weird.

[natticusthegomamon]

how's it going natticus? :> meet any cool new digimon recently?

Natticus: Hi! :3 I’m doing okay I guess. Not many new digimon have stopped by here lately, and I’m still waiting for my buddy to come over but Fan said something about “really expensive shipping” so I don’t think he’ll be here for a while ^^; Hopefully I can meet some new digimon friends soon~

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Happy Gomamon Day, Natticus! :3

Natticus: Thanks! It’s been a fun day today! :3

[natticusthegomamon]

My birthday's actually the 8th and I got the Gomamon earlier that day. Just didn't have the time to post from being so busy! But the closeness of my birthday and Gomamon day is pretty ironic!

Natticus: Ohhh okay. Well you can still celebrate anyways, why stop with just one day? Have a birthday weekend! :D And happy belated birthday then ^^;

[natticusthegomamon]

Where do Digimon come from? :/

Natticus: Oh, that’s easy! Digimon come from Digieggs~ ( ˇωˇ )

Zarrus: Yea? But then where do Digieggs come from?

Natticus: Digieggs come from data-

Zarrus: Okay, but I bet you don’t know where the data comes from :b

Natticus: Ugh, shut up Zack :/ Besides dying and regenerating as an egg, which I’m sure you have plenty of experience with, I dunno. Hey Milus!

Milus: ...This level is so badly designed, all this lava between areas- Hm? What is it Natticus?

Natticus: Someone asked ‘where do digimon come from?’ and I know they come from digieggs, but where do they come from?

Milus: Who asked?

Zarrus: Uh. Anonymons? What kinda digimon is that?

Milus: Someone being anonymous probably doesn’t want to be recognized. Maybe I’ll write up an in-depth post for your blog about that sometime so it can be shared with everyone who follows you, it can be really complicated to explain... just not now, I’m trying to finish this game- Ack! I took too much damage to take on the boss, now I have to do this all over again *sigh* ( -ᆺ- );

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Can you use your tail for anything?

Natticus: My tail? Well, it helps me steer when I swim, I guess it doesn’t really have much more of a practical purpose than that ^^; It’s cute though, right? :3

Zarrus: When I evolve into Dolphmon I use my tail to swim super fast! With awesome jumping and diving skills and I can make big splashes~ Try not to be jealous of me all of ya that got those boring legs :b

Milus: Sometimes I don’t have a tail at all when I evolve, or if I do I don’t use it too much ^^; It’s useful as a Bukamon and Gomamon for swimming though, as Natticus mentioned.

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Floramon: Thanks! I still wish I had more and consistent options like you... I think Gazimon's line is better XP

Natticus: Wow Gazimon can evolve too? Into what? :o

Zarrus: Maybe just a big failmon haha X3

Natticus: This is why I hardly get asks, shut it Zack :/

Milus: In my studies I’ve found that Gazimon can evolve into Devidramon, Dobermon or even Gaogamon due to their common base data...

Zarrus: Well don’t ruin the mystery Milus, let’s hear what this Gazi’s gotta say about it!

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Floramon: Cool Digivolves, Gomamon! Better than mine. I turn into a Kiwimon? LAME! -_-;

Natticus: Thanks! :3

Zarrus: Mine are cooler though~

Natticus: Go away, no one asked you Zack. I think Kiwimon is a cool digimon, they can run really fast! Running isn’t really something I can do too well in most of my other evolutions ^^; You can summon friends to fight with you kinda like I can summon the Marching Fish, that’s awesome too! (^ω^)

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(The-mon-squad) (*^▽^*) (★^O^★) o((*^▽^*))o ꉂꉂ ( ˆᴗˆ ) ง ˆᴗˆ )ว

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“Send me a (*^▽^*) if you like my muse(s)”

Awww thanks! :D Sometimes I feel like I’m only posting for myself with this tumblr ^^;

“Send me a (★^O^★) if we have muses/a fandom in common (i.e we have muses from the same series)”

Yay for digi-blogs! 

“Send me a o((*^▽^*))o if you like my writing”

Really? :o What about it do ya like? I feel like when there’s a lot of ‘talking’ no one really cares for it ^^;

“Send me a ꉂꉂ ( ˆᴗˆ ) if you’ve ever wanted to get the know the mun”

I am an incredibly boring individual from Canada who collects digimon merch ^^; Posts tagged #mun-meme has some more random details about me.

“Send me a ง ˆᴗˆ )ว if you’ve ever wanted to get to know my muse”

Which one? xD There’s a whole gomamon pod over here haha :b The tag #profile-things has some old stuff but I think most of my goma-muse details are in there. If you really want to read a post with lot of backstory then check out THIS one.

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23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? [nate, maybe with bonus Zack barging in XD]

Natticus: Why am I ‘Nate’ now? I’m not a yokai guy or whatever ;>ᆺ> I like to think I’m pretty smart though~ Milus is smart too but like, a different kind of smart. It’s tough to explain-

Zarrus: You’re obviously dumb Red if ya can’t even s- HEY! You callin’ me names now brick-butt!?

Natticus: As you can see, Zack is bad with names. And he might not be that smart :b

Zarrus: Oi, I can answer for myself :/ I’m not dumb, I’m just a different kinda smart than Milus or Red that’s all. Humph.

Natticus: Hmmm, I do get forgetful if I somehow end up devolving into a Pichimon. It’s tough to retain information when you’re that small ^^; I don’t end up dying or getting myself killed as often as Zack has though at least.

Zarrus: You’re probably just weak because you always run away from battles. I’m a skilled fighter ( ˇωˇ )

Natticus: I don’t run, if I can outsmart them then I don’t even need to fight them in the first place (¬ᆺ¬) You couldn’t even remember what the difference was between a Gotsumon and a Meteormon, one is a much higher level-

Zarrus: Psh, who cares, just knock ‘em in the water and they’ll sink to the bottom either way… I’ll make sure they don’t surface; easy targets makes for easy data >:3

Natticus: …See I don’t need to hoard my data and buff up if I’m smart enough to pick only the fights I know I can win. Duh. If you mess up then you’re dead-

Zarrus: But then I know what not to do!

Natticus: (-ᆺ-); I think you’ve cycled too many times if you think that’s a good strategy, but whatever. As a digimon, when in the digital world we don’t really need to remember ‘names’ the way humans do, but it’s good to know how to address a digimon if you want to get acquainted with them. Every ‘mon is different though. As such, it’s important to remember faces, or other details, very well, I don’t have any trouble with that~

Zarrus: I only remember the stuff that’s important, so rarely I’ll forget someone or something-

Natticus: Uh huh. “Rarely”. Sure.

Zarrus: Shut up Red!

Natticus: Grrr, my name’s Natticus here, or did you forget that too!?

Zarrus: I said I only remember *important* stuff ya moronmon!

Milus: *ahem* Why don’t you two calm yourselves down and finish answering the questions.

Zarrus: …What were we on about again? Memories?

Natticus: Well that’s your answer, my turn now; I haven’t cycled too many times but I feel like I remember most of my time in the Digital World, except when I was a babymon ^^;

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Sorry if my question was confusing,basically what I wanted to say is that if all of you usually being carried around by Fandramon or you move by yourselves

Natticus: I’m good with just walking around on my own, even if it can be a bother after a while; swimming is a lot easier of course but sometimes that’s not an option. I don’t trust too many others to carry me around; only my tamer Fandra, and my digimon buddies Milus, Silphydramon and @astamon.

Zarrus: Pft, no way! I can walk by myself!

Natticus: But you let Fandra carry you sometimes~ :b

Zarrus: So what? She’s my tamer or whatever, that’s a thing that we do right?

Milus: Zarrus, you’re so stubborn I’m surprised you let anyone pick you up; I’m positive you would try to move on your own even if you somehow ended up stuck on land as a Dolphmon. So, I’m honoured that you’d let me carry you ar-

Zarrus: WHOA THERE Milus, plz, it’s just easier to like, sit on your shoulder or whatever when you play those video games, that’s totally it, don’t squint into it or anything ;>ᆺ>

Natticus: ...Blackmail material. Excellent ;3

Zarrus: You be quiet Red, this isn’t any of your business!

Natticus: Well, when you’re in your Blizzarmon form you can carry both of us Milus, you’re pretty strong! Just, I’d prefer you to use your actual arms instead of your hair when possible ^^;

Milus: Sorry about that, sometimes I need a way to carry my weapons and other things with me too. I don’t mind when Fan carries me, but if she’s not around I can manage okay. It takes some effort but it’s fine, if all else fails I can evolve into my Blizzarmon form for a while.

[natticusthegomamon]

Have you guys ever been camping? I love the wilderness but haven't gotten out much myself.

Natticus: I went with Fan one to a ‘cottage’! It’s like camping but with fragmented houses I think. I didn’t go outside much, Fan didn’t want me to get dirty, so I kept guard in the bedroom house... It was weird because it was a house, but it just was one room! Cottages are weird. Milus went once too, the only one who hasn’t gone is Zarrus. Probly for the best tho, I bet he’d dive in the lake and never come back until he ate every single smelt in there ;(¬ᆺ¬)

[natticusthegomamon]

Do you guys go bwark bwark?

Natticus: Huh? I don't. None of us gomas do, though Zarrus does make weird noises someti-

Zarrus: Hey! Stop talking crap about me Red! Grrrrr! Just because you can't understand it doesn't mean it's just a ‘weird noise’ :/

Natticus: But anyways. The blue mons do that sometimes, especially the biggest one, he's almost as big as me!