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Yuuji is def the type of guy to surprise Megumi with flowers constantly and Megumi hates it (he loves it)
Workshopping Pyrrha’s Nicknames for Gideon
We all know that Pyrrha Dve is a serial nicknamer of her kids from Nona, so I’ve been making a running list in my head of nicknames she might use for Gideon. I don’t think she would want to use any of the names she gave Nona (other than all-purpose ones like kid), so she gets an all new set.
Junior- A pretty obvious one, but it feels significant that Pyrrha had two people in her life she loved named Gideon.
Gid/Gid-Kid/Giddo/GG- Again, obvious. Some riffing on names is to be expected.
Sunshine- Starts off ironic and stays that way right up until the moment Pyrrha sees Gideon genuinely smile for the first time.
Romeo/Loverboy/Prince Charming- Obviously reserved for teasing Gideon when she’s mooning over Harrow. She hopes it communicates that she’s rooting for them.
Chickadee- No real reason behind this one I just think it’s really cute. Gideon of course has no idea what a chickadee is.
Baby Girl- For a long time, Pyrrha never says this one aloud. She worries it’s too much, forcing her feelings on a girl whose wounds from life are too big and too raw. But Gideon has been her Baby Girl practically since the moment she first saw her. When she thought she might be hers and when she knew she wasn’t. All those years she grieved for her. When she learned that she lived eighteen years past anyone’s expectations, only to die and become a chewed up cavalier’s soul just like her. When she might have been Nona and when she definitely wasn’t, standing in front of her a living corpse powered by barely contained rage and despair. And finally there’s a moment when her Baby Girl is right there, alive and whole and healing, that she finally dares to say it out loud. And it’s in this moment it finally sinks in for Gideon that she really does have a mother that loves her.
Caitvi Scenes: 31/? ↳ "It's been real, Cupcake. Thanks. For everything."
UAHHH IM BACKKKK
I beg for the little skrunkly BPS duo actually being friends. PLEASE 🙏🙏
Havw the entire trio instead cuz I crave the alternative universe where they’re all besties
To Want
His fingers dig into the carpet, worn down fibres snagging on chipped and broken nails. The creature in the mirror does the same. There is a burning in his mouth.
Pain comes and goes, ebbs and flows on a tide he can't predict and nor does he want to. To hurt is human. To suffer is human. To bleed is human.
Twisted limbs and a head that feels heavy. Ribs contorted and curled, bending up in broken prongs to press tight against skin with too much give. Like pressing a digit into cellophane wrap, right up to the point just before it splits. This body is too loose and too tight all at once. It isn't his, it can't be. There is no familiarity in the shape.
And in the reflection is a nightmare.
For the first time in years, he wants to cry. Has he ever really cried? His memories tell him he used to cry as a child, reaching out for a mother no longer there. But something deep in his gut reminds him that she was not his mother. She never was.
She was the mother of a little boy, with blond hair like his and blue eyes so like his own. But he is not that child. He never was. Just a facsimile, designed to take its place.
A cog in a well-oiled machine.
The monster in the mirror continues to paw restlessly at the carpet, digging through to the boards beneath. He feels the blood welling up on his fingertips, the slivers of wood piercing into his skin. It hurts. Or is that just make believe too?
You are not the real you.
Then who is he really? A question from childhood that haunts him to this day. He doubts that when his teachers asked him who he wanted to be when he grew up that they had ever thought it would end like this.
No longer a question of who but what.
He's never thought of himself as a good person. Snide comments came easily and he's always found himself hurting people's feelings more than he ever did considering them, using them to bridge the gaps to friendship. He didn't need friends then.
But he needs them now.
And what a thing to realise after months of hating the boy next to him, resenting his easy smiles and annoying jokes. Wanting to claw out that strange feeling in his chest whenever he said something stupid, that light airy sensation that made him want to scream or throw up. Violating. Never understanding it, only knowing that he hated it. That he hated him. And yet, after leaving what remained of him behind, face down by that road- after everything he'd said to Sarah, irritated at her incessant whining and the low mournful cries of a pitiful beast outside of his window- it finally finally clicks into place-
He wants Jonah.
He wants his friend.
Aaaahhh!!!! The good omens brainrot has finally gotten to me!!!!
My Darlings
They deserve the world.