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prismatoxic · 2 months

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tox. tox. tox. i cant even. THE LATEST CHAPTER???? HELLO???? i was gonna comment but i felt like i wouldnt be able to get my energy across- OUFUGGHPGIHGHO???? OUHOGIDHAJAIGOHA????;!??!!?? THE CALL!!?!??!!! "wow, you really ARE different..." "whats that supposed to mean?" AREUGGGOGFURHHHGFRGHTH

CHIL REPEATING THE WORD "DOG" IN HIS NATIVE LANGUAGE. I CAN HEAR IT. well i mean i actually hear it in Filipino because thats my native language but still. i can imagine it so well. i love them your honor... they are silly...

also:

"what are you even doing???"

"dont worry about it. anyways let me send you thousands of dollars-"

"THOUSA-??!??!"

"DONT WORRY ABOUT IT"

I KNOW THATS NOT THE ACTUAL VIBE THATS BEING AIMED FOR HERE BUT THE PHRASING MADE ME GIGGLE BECAUSE CHIL.... YOU SOUND SO SUSPICIOUS. BY NOT ANSWERING THE QUESTION YOU MAKE IT SOUND A MILLION TIMES WORSE THAN IT ACTUALLY IS

anyways great chapter thank you thank you thank you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

~ phio phoefickle ✌️

(p.s. meijack you are in SO much unserious trouble....)

both direct comments and tumblr asks are good for me, it's serotonin right to my veins either way :3 there's a thread in my chilaios server where people also just liveblog their thoughts at me and i'm very hinged about the praise (<- lying)

honestly i love when people think of chilchuck in their own culture... i've seen some friends talk about latino chilchuck, it's so fun. and it's not like we have a tolkien-esque dictionary of half-foot so imagining it in your own language makes sense to me!!

AND YEAH... HONESTLY... you have picked up on something there that i did intentionally, LMAO. so while it's not the vibe chilchuck intended, it's the one that's going to get him in trouble later <3 puckpatti may be willing to gloss over all of this in the name of her dad being happy, but there are others who may take it as something to be concerned about... :3c

i've started chapter 7, and your ask made me very happy so how about i share the beginning with you:

The night before the trip, Laios invites Chilchuck out to Senshi’s, and he finds himself agreeing far more readily than he did the first time. What’s more, everyone can make it; it’s nice to see Falin again, but he also gets to see Marcille when she’s not tired and overworked.

He’s not actually sure if that’s a good thing, in the end.

She hugs Laios when he and Chilchuck arrive (not as tightly as Falin does, but still with a certain degree of overt fondness), then sits herself down and immediately launches into the friendliest interrogation Chilchuck has ever found himself subject to. He can barely half-answer her before she’s launched into another question; about where he’s from, about what he does, about how Laios has been treating him… She asks about his family, too, but it’s Laios who gently deflects her when Chilchuck stalls out about it.

“He’s kind of a private person,” Laios laughs, raising a glass of soda to his lips. “Let him actually get to know you first, Marcille. Then he’ll tell you himself.”

Chilchuck doesn’t want to tell anyone anything about his life without prompting, but he thinks Laios knows that; the easy escape from the line of questioning is appreciated, either way.

“I hope you stick around long enough for that to happen!” Marcille enthuses. “You seem like a really interesting person, Chilchuck. And clearly you’ve got Laios under control.”

Chilchuck laughs at that, and he’s not the only one; Falin and Namari laugh too (and even Shuro smiles a little). A glance Laios's way reveals he’s flustered, but similarly amused. “He’s not hard to direct,” Chilchuck muses over the rim of his water glass. “He just needs to be told exactly what to do.”

He pretends he doesn’t notice the look Falin gives her brother.

#tox answers #fic: promises to keep #i am very excited for where things are going next... heehoo

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souverite · 2 years

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silly little memories heehoo

THANK YOU @quidoule FOR GIVING ME THIS IDEA

derealization, i think…..? honestly not sure, but to be safe

Red sat stock still on their bed, too frightened to move. Closing their eyes caused those… memories to flash through their mind, and it was terrible.

They know he– he’s dead, but for some reason, it did nothing to settle their buzzing head. It never lessened, maybe even worsening as time went on.

This happened a few times every month. The others would do something, that something would scare Red, and then they’d go home and be stuck awake for hours until they simply passed out. Sometimes the others could help, but Red has gotten particularly good at hiding things.

It was silly, Red thought, how something that happened so long ago could still haunt them with ease. Just a simple action could cause hell. Red closed their eyes; maybe this time, they should really ask for help…

Red’s eyes shot open again.

It was too much — they remembered King’s hands around their throat, feeling too much like when he was possessed, how he kept such an unwavering grip on them, white eyes staring, the place they were kept in feeling too small and tight and everything was suffocating and please get his hands off of them!—

And then it was gone.

The terrifying choking feeling disappeared, leaving the teen gasping for air in shock. Red shakily brought their hands up to their neck, wondering if anything was there, but there was nothing. Only the faint, dull sting that lies there every time this happens.

Red stared at the ceiling. “No crying,” they mumbled, wiping at their face, but they couldn’t help it. This was tiring. Seeing images of everything they’d done while it was all out of their own control always felt like a punch to the gut.

They didn’t know it would happen, really, Red was just excited to join the others. Of course, the world was still exciting and they enjoyed living there, they truly did — it was just something that refused to leave their head. Red didn’t know why. Thinking about it gave them a headache, so they never did.

Finally, Red turned, clinging tightly to the closest pillow as they cried. This is stupid, they thought, all of it was stupid. How they couldn’t forget this, how they wasted time, how they worried everyone for no reason — all of it. Except their family, of course.

‘I want this to be over with. It happens too much, I’m too scared, maybe I should just ask—’

“No,” Red repeated. “No asking. They’re all tired, so maybe just… wait it out, or something.” Their voice was muffled from the pillow. Talking to themselves helped a little bit.

“Rueben would help,” they thought aloud. Yet, they didn’t want to get up. Whether they were tired, or just too scared to move, they didn’t know. ‘Why am I like this?’ they wondered. ‘It’s weird.’

Red toppled off the bed. Instantly, they could hear someone wandering the halls. It almost startled them.

Nice move, Red. You’re really discreet.

Yellow peeked her head through the door. “Red? What are you doing?” she chirped. Of course she was awake.

“Nothing,” they mumbled. “Very.. tired. Some, uh, problems.”

Yellow tilted her head. “Problems?” she echoed, “What kind?” Red internally groaned.

‘So much for keeping things a secret…’

“Don’t worry,” Red sighed, getting back up on the bed. Yellow looked at them with slight worry, stepping forward to plop down next to him. Red’s hand twitched away from where hers was set, something she frowned at.

“Nightmare?” she questioned, Red turning away as she did. They picked at the bandages on their arms, something that was always there. Yellow swatted their hands away.

“I just—” they stammered, “It’s so stupid! I should be over this, but I’m not! It was so long ago, but it still scares me no matter how hard I try to forget about it!”

The older watched as Red continued, shaking more and more. She placed a hand on their shoulder, “Hey, it’s okay—”

Red jerked away from the touch, nearly falling off the bed. Their breathing was ragged.

Seeming to realize what they did, Red started panicking. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that! I just— I thought it was—”

“Slow down,” Yellow murmured. “It’s okay.” Red looked up at her with glassy eyes, expression disbelieving but trusting. She tried again, this time slower, and put a hand on their arm. Nothing.

At that, Red promptly started crying again, held close by Yellow. “I-I tried,” they sobbed, “I really did. But— but it never worked. He— he’s still there.” All the while, Yellow rubbed soothing circles into their back.

“I know,” they whispered. “I know you did. Stuff like that can crumble someone, for sure.” Red glanced at her, grip tightening. “But,” she quickly added, “you’re not weak. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

“But what if it’s not?”

“What do you mean?”

Red shifted. Their tears were calming down now. “It’s been so long, and it’s still not okay.” Yellow frowned; despite them being only a few years younger than her, she found herself feeling like the older sibling that tried to cheer up the younger, only for it to fail and the little sibling’s hope died. It was a very disappointing feeling.

“Well, it takes patience. It won’t leave just like that, you need to wait. It’ll get there eventually,” she finally said, head lowered into the top of Red’s. The younger teen sniffled, then leaned into her more.

“Okay,” they muttered. “I think I can try a little more.”

Yellow gave them a warm smile. “That’s the spirit!”

#i think this one’s a little shorter #whatever #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #ava red #ava yellow

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