#personality asks with coco

[bixels]

Jesus man, relax.

[thisloveforyourmom]

i love azz. he could have been the rich pretty boy who's too good for violence or weak but smart and no. he's rich and pretty and smart and also the one in the misfits who most reliably will throw hands at the slightest provocation. sabnock learned from his scrappy days and apologized. asmodeus will toss you 40 feet as fast as look at you. his hands are rated E for everyone. he's a brawler. he's their little borzoi and baby he is hunting fucking wolves

[the-everqueen]

Definitely curious about the genderflip Sandman fic 👀

SAME. as in, this is only a concept on the back burner of my brain because i haven't really worked out a satisfying answer to the central q of the thing which is: what does a gender flip DO to these characters?

because here's the thing. i think 99.9% of the time a genderswap au is unnecessary and boring. (not to mention essentialist as hell.) boys have pussies, girls have dicks, people of all genders are intersex, etc. some of us notgirls and failguys just want to vicariously experience our fave getting his clit sucked or her prostate massaged. i personally hate fics that go "but what if these [cis] dudes were [cis] GIRLS" and then proceed to strip the characters of everything that makes them compelling, that makes THEM, because at that point you might as well just flesh out your OCs and maybe interrogate your internalized misogyny and transphobia while you're at it.

anyways.

in the case of sandman, i am (transparently, obviously) curious about what happens if the Corinthian is not designed to be (read as) a man. in the comix, he very much embodies the fears and risks associated with gayness in the 90s (the AIDS epidemic, the dual violence of the closet and/or being outed, the culture around cruising, intersections of race and class with queerness in U.S. urban areas, etc). in the show that's subtly shifted to be a broader umbrella of queerness as well as a very 21st century anxiety around surveillance/public vs private that also taps into a cultural fascination with serial killers. in both cases, him reading as white, middle-aged U.S. man is a CRUCIAL part of what he signifies. he looks like (and takes advantage of being) someone with a lot of social privilege, across multiple categories. no one is going to question why he's in a fancy hotel, a conference room, a seedy bar, a suburb. OBVIOUSLY that changes if any one of these categories changes. i'm thinking about how and also what that means.

(the dreaming spinoff comix tried to do a Thing with a female Corinthian: while Coco spends a year as a real boy, a trans woman named Echo takes his place in the Dreaming. the spinoff handles Echo...really poorly. [i wrote a whole paragraph here trying to distill her arc but it's tangential to this post so suffice to say: it was Bad.] Echo is posed as this "femme fatale" type because i guess if the Corinthian is a woman, she'd also have to be sexy and alluring to the (heterosexist) male gaze. imho this was a cop-out, but then again...what about that spinoff wasn't.)

on some level i'm not sure the Corinthian could ever be anything besides the Corinthian, if that makes sense. as in, if you change anything about him, maybe then he ceases to be the Corinthian and becomes something else entirely. Dream can take different forms (and Overture has a femme!Dream) because stories can take different forms across cultures and times and species. but the Corinthian is intrinsically tied up in humanity and its biomythic nature. and what we think of as Human, as Sylvia Wynter reminds us, is very much tied up in narratives around identity including race, gender, and class.

at the same time my id absolutely wants a butch lesbian Corinthian who uses he/him pronouns. mostly because lesbian and wlw sex STILL gets dismissed or sanitized or erased or pathologized, even though queer women remain subject to state, police, and domestic violence at higher rates than their straight and/or cis counterparts. (also yes i'm counting my trans hermanas y primas, t*rfs can fuck right off.) but also because i'm a fagdyke with religious trauma who relates very hard to god's failed masterpiece.

[cubffections]

xixi omiii im jus seeing that u n argenti are wubbers ?? 🥺 i cn imagine how cute the dynamic btwn the two of u is aah ! ♡ sweetheart x gentleman is rllie lovely to think of kekek :3 will u pwz tell mi a bit more about the two of u ?? how u met n fell in wub n all that jazz ? 🌹

eeek thts rite miss coco ! vv head ova heels 4 my knight >< i wuld luvv to tell u more ! ( a wittl shy though srry if tis 's kinda incoherent ˃ ⤙ ˂ )

the tale of argennie & i strts when he boards the astral express and i stumble upon him first when cleaning 4 pompom ! ( might've squealed a littl loud . . >< ) before i culd question the knight he caresses my hand nd suddenly proclaims— "with a presence as soothing as the spring's breeze, and features that could make even aeon's gaze be upon you . . . you are truly beautiful."

&&&& how wuz i supposed to react tew tht ?!?! m head wz spinning while i stared @ him tew, unable to get any wrds out becus tew me he was truly beautiful one !! ૮꒰⸝⸝´ᜊ ˋ⸝⸝꒱ა b4 i culd finally say smthin', march appears to check on me n why i screamed T^T she's nawt supr suprised when she sees mista argenti and he in return compliments her on her beauty as she informs mi tht tis is not his first visit ><

during his stay i come tew realize he quite literally calls all fings beautiful :o n' won't lie ! wz a wittl jealous he was giving the other more attention TT , i'd listen to anything abt idrila as long as he looked at me wif those twinkly eyes ૮₍ ྀི∩៸៸៸∩ ྀི₎ა so when i see him alone looking at the windows of the express m take the chance tew talk to him and hear abt his travels, even exchanging contact info ! and while i'm mentally jumping up n down he sneaks a thornless rose in my hair, and looks at me wif those soft twinkly eyes as he thanks me 4 my presence . needless tew say . . i was heart struck . 💗🏹

it wz a slow burn >< with his knightly duties, long distance at times and dangerous pursuits, tho m' wuld lik tew say after a long while of talking & txting lots, he surprises mi on the express ( wif the help of everybodi else & pompom's permission ! ) with a adoring confession ‹3

[enluv]

to the person who rb all my fics instead of spam liking them…i love you with my entire heart and soul

[graffiti-bri]

Earlier this year, I asked for some character requests for the 100 expressions meme! I told myself I wouldn't do all of them...and then I did 😅.

[coulsons-band]

What happened with Pedro…?

someone posted on insta about how they 'traveled across multiple countries' in order to find pedro where he's been filming. pedro didn't engage with this person (as is his right), so they whined about it, basically implied pedro was rude about it, and is now playing the victim. as if pedro wasn't the one who was literally stalked. now people are pretty furious and disgusted.

[softpine]

just wanted to give my 2 cents on coco considering herself white, im hispanic and white. i know people get confused with race and ethnicity but they arent the same. hispanic can be any race so clarity is usually needed. puerto ricans are hispanic but italians are not, tho italy does not take race into account for their census the majority are white. coco could easily say shes white and since she is hispanic could also say shes poc it depends on her preference and experiences tbh

thank you for the input!! i'm under the impression that race is more of a category that society chooses based on a person's appearance while ethnicity is a person's actual cultural background. so to the original anon that asked about race, i said coco would probably consider herself white. but even that seems to be a personal preference and comes down to outside factors like where you live, who you grew up with, how people perceive you, etc. truthfully i don't know if it's very relevant for coco's story, but of course elements of her heritage, like anyone's, will come up from time to time (especially if we ever meet her family or learn more details about her upbringing). but yeah just to clarify, she absolutely would consider herself hispanic!!

[bixels]

Looking for good romance fics on fimfiction is such a mental endurance task because most of them will be stuff you're not interested in, a good number will be child x adult crap (usually Spike), and then a handful is maybe the worst, most abhorrent and disgusting premise you've ever heard of and they'll have, like, 400 likes. And I'll think to myself, hm. Maybe I don't wanna associate myself with this fandom.

[queer-cosette]

I want to make friends with some of my co workers but i’m way too shy lol

any tips of how u made your friends or how u talk to ur coworkers

also thank u i am looking for a new job cute how u and ur bf met

the coworkers I'm closest to are the ones I wound up working shifts with when the store wasn't busy - we'd wind up chatting and bonding as a result. the best advice I can give is to start conversations! Got a favourite tv show? Ask if they watch it at all because x happened in the last episode you watched and you can't stop thinking about it! Compliment the necklace they wear every day or their tattoo or their new haircut, ask them about it! Ask about their hobbies!

I'm introverted by nature but it feels even more awkward just standing there not talking when things are quiet. You've got to just bite the bullet and ask the first question sometimes, because it's often worth it - even if you don't make a best friend, you'll probably learn something new about someone!

Good luck with your job search!

(thank you lol it was very cute)

[soup-for-ghosts]

OoOoOoOoOoOoOo someone has a crush :3

you sound like olly

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

I'm sorry if I come off as rude but Dia de los Muertos isn't a Mexican Halloween nor are they related at all. While Halloween is a single day holiday, Dia de los Muertos is celebrated during November 1st and 2nd, the main day.

El Dia de los Muertos is to celebrate the life that the deceased lived and the afterlife, remembering them and to welcome their spirits home so they can be reunited with their families.

While Halloween is dressing up in costumes and going from door to door asking for treats.

I'm sorry if my english isn't well and if I sound rude, ever since moving to the U.S I see a lot of people correlate the two when they are not very similar (other than the fact that costumes are worn) or when Dia de los Muertos is only called as "Mexican Halloween".

Oh I didn't teach the kids it was Mexican Halloween, I explained that it's on the 1st and 2nd of November and is more similar to the Japanese Obon festival where Japanese families honor their ancestors and their spirits can reunite with their families. Japanese families do have altars in their homes for the departed, but instead of the marigolds and traditional decorations used to decorate an ofrenda, they make little animals out of cucumbers and eggplants for their ancestors to ride from the afterlife to the world of the living. I wanted to show them that Mexico has a similar festival honoring the dead, but that it isn't in August like Obon and that even though there is a lot of skull imagery and people dress up in Catrina/Catrin costumes, it isn't Halloween and doesn't happen on Halloween.

The reason I added it to my Halloween day presentations is that a) My students are familiar with the festival of Obon, but they aren't familiar with the concept that other cultures outside of Japan and Asia also have festivals honoring the dead, b) both Halloween and Dia de los Muertos usually occur on the same week, c) they're familiar with the Disney film Coco but that is their ONLY exposure to Mexican culture and barely touches upon Mexico's history and culture, d) A lot of them falsely assumed that Halloween and Dia de los Muertos WAS Halloween in Mexico, and e) I'm from Texas and historically/culturally we've had a lot of customs and celebrations that became more widely celebrated by Americans due to the large Mexican population in our state. Hell, we used to be part of Mexico before the Texas colonists fought for independence and then got absorbed into the US. So I wanted to explain that Mexican people don't just live in Mexico. Japan is a lot more homogenous ethnically and nationally speaking than the US for a lot of historical reasons, and a lot of media about the US leads people to think that only white people live in America when that is NOT the case lol.

I apologize if it came off like I was teaching these kids about Dia de los Muertos as just "Mexican Halloween", I absolutely did not make that my intention and I didn't teach it that way.

[cupcakes-and-pain]

So here's the thing... shortly after we left off from Riley's story he had a mixup with a girl and long story short, he's in desperate need of a babysitter 😕 turns out they don't really teach the birds and bees to the pets in the state home and Eddie never thought he'd have to either.

***

"Ollie, You remember Collette? She's almost three now if can you believe it." Riley readjusts the toddler propped on his hip and shrugs the diaper bag higher with his opposite shoulder. It looks sort of heavy so Ollie takes it from him, knowing that Riley still gets sore from the incident in his past, and invites him in.

"H-hi Coco," he waves to the cherub faced girl, "it's okay, I don't think she'll remeber m-"

"Lollie!" Coco lisps, bouncing at her poppas side with excitement, "Poppa! Lollie!"

***

Rileys gotta go but he'll be back pretty soon, Charles won't mind right? It's a big enough house and he trusts Ollie with his most prized possession 🥰 what could POSSUBLY go wrong??

Yeah, haha, no clue if anything CAN go wrong. Nah, everything will be happy and peachy today :D (sarcastic) (it can and will go wrong) (Ollie is in danger) (I will hurt the boys) (no one can stop me)

- - -

Ollie’s heart melts when the little girl not only recognizes him, but is excited to see him! His small, polite smile widens into a joyful grin. He leads father and daughter into the living room.

Master Charles wasn’t there right then, having ran downstairs last minute to talk to his secretaries. Ollie knew the real reason. Although Master Charles definitely did not hate children, he wasn’t particularly fond. Especially babies and toddlers. Whenever Coco came over or Ollie went to see her, Master would fuss over the details and make sure he had enough stock to feed ten babies (while also consistently underestimating how many diapers she’ll need), despite Riley packing a diaper bag. But after trying to ensure that anything that Coco might need is provided for, Master Charles is quick to leave and interact with small human as little as possible.

But all of that was okay. Today would be fun! Ollie was responsible, he didn’t need Master or Riley to watch over him. He was a good babysitter! It was fine.

He took a couple deep breaths to soothe his never-ending anxiety, and set the bag down. After a few proper greetings and reminders were exchanged, Ollie took the toddler from him and waved goodbye to Riley.

Walking to the dining room, Ollie sat Coco down and pulled out some crayons Riley had mentioned. He didn’t have any paper besides a little notepad he knew was in the junk drawer, and even then he felt guilty about taking that. What if Master Charles needs it? What if Ollie was being greedy and annoying?

But no. No! It’d be fine. And even if it wasn’t, if this was the last straw… he could take it. He knew it wasn’t good to ever assume anything about how an owner would react, but he felt safe thinking that Charles wouldn’t toss him out for this. Hurt him, maybe. Strip him off all of his undeserved care and privileges, sure. But Ollie would be okay in the end.

He had to be careful at first to make sure Coco drew on the paper and not the table, but she seemed to get it. On the paper, not anything else.

“Oh, that’s very pretty, Coco!”

“Pitty? Pitty! Pitty, pitty.” Coco babbled to herself as she drew, unable to pronounce the “r” in pretty. Each time she stopped to show him, he smiled and assured her it was still pretty.

Of course, no art could ever compare in beauty and talent to his Master’s. His wonderful Master, who can only create art so marvelous it is worthy of being preserved in a museum for centuries. But Coco didn’t need to hear that right now. She was only three. It would be mean to compare her to the best artist there ever was.

After a while, her stomach growled and she pouted.

“Oh! Of course. I’ll got get us some snacks. Stay here, and remember! Only on the paper. Can you say paper?”

“Papey.”

Close enough. He patted her head and headed to the kitchen, humming to a song he heard Master play when he was in a very good mood .

Master Charles kept fruit in a bowl on the counter, and a bag of berries in the fridge. Those were free for Ollie to take, and so he pulled some out and started cutting them up for they’d be perfect for a little toddler. One can never be too safe. And he had to be very careful with knives, but it was okay. Everything was okay today, because Coco was here. Master didn’t like children very much, but he trusted Ollie. Ollie was very responsible. This will be fun! And Riley will be back soon.

Sighing, Ollie continued his cheerful humming and picked up the nearly cut slices and arranged them beautifully on the plate. His own art in a special way.

The delicate arrangements didn’t end up mattering, because he dropped the plate in shock when he turned around to where they were sitting earlier.

Coco was gone.

Panicking, he didn’t even clean up his mess. She was gone, completely gone. Master’s home was very open, so he could see all of the kitchen, dining room, entry way, living room, and down into the halls where the bedrooms and stuff were. He could even see into the bathroom and part of his room, since the doors were open.

And no little girl in sight.

Running down the hall, and threw every door open and called out for her, eyes scanning each room rapidly as he lightly searched and then moved on. His heart was beating out of his chest and his head was alight with terror. Where could she have gone so quickly? He feared that he had already missed her, that she was hiding much better than he gave her credit for and that he would be able to find her at all.

Riley would be furious, he trusted Ollie, his friend, to watch his daughter. And now she was gone. Never mind what Master will say. A baby loose in his house is asking for disaster.

Oh god, Ollie was in so much trouble.

It wasn’t until he got to four rooms in that he found her. The door was open just a crack, and he could hear his giggles and babbling coming from inside.

She was in his Master’s studio.

He rushed in, filled with relief that she was found, though it wasn’t without apprehension that it was the studio. But it’d be fine! It’d be-

“Lollie, papey!”

Ollie registered what he was looking at. She hadn’t drawn, she finger painted. And that wasn’t paper.

That was the canvas that held Master’s newest painting, which he had finished today and it was not at all dry yet. Especially not the newest addition: bright green baby handprints pressed and smeared onto the bottom of the picture.

As his terror rushed back with full force and gave way to cold, unyielding, undeniable terror, he didn’t even registered the little girl trying to ask if he thought it was pretty, much less his owner’s footsteps right behind him.

- - -

Oh dear! That’s not good!! 😈😈

Also, recreation featuring this picrew here (the artist said it was okay to edit as long as you don’t do anything “morally unjust”. I hope this is okay!)

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A picture of Ollie sitting or laying curled up. He’s bottom is not in the picture. Ollie has fair skin, green eyes, and light brown hair long enough to border on the edge of shaggy as it hangs past his ears and into his eyes. He looks towards the viewer with a worried yet resign expression. He is naked except for bloody bandages across his chest, around his neck, and around his arm. He also has some scrapes on his upper back and arm. His knees are bruised.

The background of the picture is mostly white, but they’re are shadows around him as is he’s lying on sheets or a bed of some kind that dips under his weight.

This picture is surrounded by a gold picture frame that was clearly not originally apart of the picture, as it’s drawn with less detail and zero shading.

At the bottom, slightly obscuring the bandages on his arms, there are two tiny bright green handprints. One has been smeared, as if the person doing it dragged their hand along the canvas instead of simply pressing down. There are also three stripes of the same green to the right of the handprints.

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[enluv]

having a friend that you can go to and they can automatically make your day better is so refreshing and i hope everyone finds that person for them because they’re an essential person in life

[gimmethatagustd]

I started taking my anemia treatment again and I’m here to say I HATE IT. IT TASTES SO BAD. I CANT. So here’s a Jimin pic to make everyone’s day 🥥🙂 (because I’m so close to bringing hell on EARTH if I have to go through that again)- Jimin be keeping me sane

😫 i'm sorry it tastes bad!! i hope there's a way to make it better?? i guess pretty jimin can help 😈 let him absorb all your struggles bby and make sure to take care of yourself

[stvharrngton]

Don't worry baby, we are patiently waiting for you, it doesn't matter if it takes one day, a week or a hole year, we will be right here.♡

Just like this:

well i hope it doesn’t take a year 😭 but i am starting to miss everyone and it does feel a little lonely without all the pocket friends :( i’m doing my best to try and come back soon !!