okay but actually block me if you ship mizcor -- 'hurr durr but we age stella up' -- SHUT UPPP she's literally a minor and alcor's canonically over a million years old so how about you stop being a freak
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Babe I hate to break this to you but Mizcor's literally one of the most famous relationships in all of post-transcendental literature
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I could not have more obviously been talking about Mizar the Magnificent but you know what? Yeah classic Mizcor supporters can fuck off too actually.
Everybody likes to whip out Twin Souls like some kind of gotcha but have you even actually read it??? Like it's literally supporting demon worship and pedophilia -- both of which are EXTREMELY ILLEGAL btw. So yeah if I see any of my followers reblogging that shit I'm reporting you to the Occult Defense Agency idc if we're mutuals
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*looks at my Alcorian Literature PhD* guess we better stock up on prison shivs buddy
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okay I'm sorry but
and Mizar the Magnificent isn't????
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Los Angeles 🏝️
#sunken city of los angeles #new california #travel #ocean #photography #lmao i almost got eaten by a kelpie trying to take this pic pls reblog it
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Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that The Scepter of Vanquished Souls, the newest book in the Wanderlust Trilogy, is now available for pre order on Glamazon!
Purchasers of the hard-cover edition will also receive never-before-seen content, including a deleted scene between Princess Samia and the Shadow King!
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Boosting because I honestly cannot recommend this book enough. Truly one of Mira's best (and I'm not just saying that because she married me!)
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Today's demon of the day is Nxlar the Antithetical! Responsible for the Florida Springs Massacre of 3007, the body count for this purveyor of madness is estimated to be over 400 (source).
🐸 that-one-half-elf-bitch
I could fix her
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literally screaming crying throwing up rn I've turned off 'Based on your likes' like eight times @staff can't you just get rid of him already
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#i accidentally set my alchemy textbook on fire today and i don't even care AAAAAA this is going to be amazing #northwest mansion mystery #pacifica northwest #rosa darling #im about to be so insufferable about this just you wait
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Sexiest demon of 3015 -- FINAL BRACKET!!!
Nxlar the Antithetical
Alcor the Dreambender
Voting ended onJan 11, 2024
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Nxlar SWEEEEEP!!!
#if you love me at all you'll vote for my lady love #LISTEN i could bring her to the light i nkow i could
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Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt
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#fuck demons fr #like seriously what'd i ever do to them 😭😭😭 #mutual aid #pls boost #don't tag as donation
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Important PSA
So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.
I know we twinners love to joke about it, but the alcor virus is legitimately dangerous and has been known to seriously ruin people's lives. Idk. Just like be smart and practice basic caution I guess? Jumblr's pretty much dead these days, so he might skip over us, but it's always better to be safe than sorry
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This is a good point! It is always better to be safe than sorry! That's why if you're smart, you'll click here for a list of ways to virus-proof your computer. Stay safe out there everybody!
Based on your likes!
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Anyone else just randomly crave connective tissue sometimes
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no actually i think that might just be a you thing
#also i heard screaming on the other line when i called you earlier there better not be a mess when i get home #beloved demon brother tag
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Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀
#i've connected the dots -- YOU DIDN'T CONNECT SHIT -- i've connected them #wanderlust trilogy #mira ramachandran #crown of ghosts #scepter of vanquished souls #princess samia #samia of cleves #shadow king #ahmed of cleves #bookblr
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Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3
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I actually really needed this today 💗
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Yo quit reblogging this op is a blatant human supremacist
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And? No one cares lmao
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Enjoy deactivation. Lmao.
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#I sent screenshots of that one centaur post to her boss too #give you two guesses what species his wife is (tags by @alv)
Holy shit. Am I actually rooting for the alcor virus rn?
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maybe the real virus was the friends we made along the way <3
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No, the real virus is me. Don't take credit for my accomplishments.
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Lucy Ann was nothing if not a survivor. After weeks of being on the run from the Angel, she was looking forward to getting back to her life of wandering the world, and relaxing in the sun.
But this time, it may not be so easy for things to go back to normal.
Lucy Ann didn’t have a ‘home’ necessarily. She’d had houses, sure - especially after the Transcendence when she stopped having to come up with an excuse about why she looked like an eternal six year old - but houses weren’t always where she felt the most comfortable. She liked being out on the road, bouncing from village to village, never staying long enough to draw an unwanted eye.
Sometimes though, staying in a nice, air conditioned house was all she wanted in life. Lucy Ann woke up in a nice bed, wandered over to a fridge with an ice maker, and put a couple cubes in her blood before wandering out to the balcony.
Thank god for the Dinner Crew. She didn’t even know the people running it this century, but all she had to do was show up at Portland and suddenly a friendly fairy was letting her crash at their condo for a few weeks. How great was that?
She stared down, down at the blue, blue pool in the middle of the complex.
It really was great, she thought. These past few months, she’d kind of… forgotten how it felt, to relax. She’d been running from that angel for so long, it felt good to slow down for a while.
To breathe.
To enjoy, this.
Lucy Ann smiled, swirled the blood around her glass, and then drank it all. She rinsed out the cup, put it in the dishwasher, and stood there for a second, thinking.
It was a nice day outside. Maybe she’d go sit by the pool for a little.
After raiding the towel closet, Lucy Ann made her way to the door and unlocked the latch. Sunlight hit her as she opened the door - a funny feeling, sunlight. It hadn’t hurt her for eons, but there was still a subtle tingling across her skin, a thrill to it that she kind of liked. It was like humans eating spicy food, she’d say; it was fun to feel just a little bit in danger.
She closed the door, locked it behind her, and started down the steps, scratching her right wrist. The pool gate required yet another key, but she didn’t bother; with a lazy jump she grabbed the top of the fence and swung herself over.
“No humans,” Lucy Ann murmured as she looked around. “Sweet.” She tossed her towel onto the nearest recliner, and gave a long stretch. A yawn rose out of her; she opened her mouth wide, her fangs catching the light for a second before she covered them with her hand.
Her hand, it itched a bit. It felt like the heat of the sun was pooling onto that one spot just over her wrist, and somewhere in the back of her mind it did seem strange… but she was settling down into her recliner, shifting around to get comfortable. She crossed her other hand over it as she closed her eyes - but almost immediately she was itching at it again.
Under her eyelids, she frowned a bit. This felt like the rash she got from eating garlic; there hadn’t been any leftovers in the fridge, right? She tried to ignore it, tried to stop scratching and just relax, but it didn’t stop itching. In fact, it seemed to get worse; the itch built and built, and the funny tingling started to feel like little needles jabbing themselves into her wrist, and the heat slowly rose like the sun was warming it, the sun was heating it, the sun was-
Lucy Ann’s eyes shot open, and she looked down in horror to see the skin of her wrist curling up into ashen flecks like parchment on a bonfire. She was burning - oh, shit , she was burning!
With a strangled yelp she grabbed for her towel - it was under her, and she toppled out of the recliner in the rush to cover herself in it. There, huddled on the tile with the sun’s light still glowing through her thin towel, Lucy Ann tried to get ahold of herself.
Okay… shit, okay. She was fine, she wasn’t burning - her one foot sticking out of the towel didn’t hurt at all. But her wrist… Lucy Ann bit down a curse as she tried to move it. It felt like white hot metal had been rammed right through it, and with every second that passed the pain only seemed to intensify; what the hell was wrong with it?
“Gotta get inside,” Lucy Ann muttered. She slipped the towel off her head, and started to wrap it around her wrist. “Agh, I gotta get out of here!”
She tied the towel tight around her arm, and made for the gate. Still locked; she jumped up, caught the top with one hand, and rattled the whole fence as she struggled over. Landing with a stumble, she started up the steps back to the apartment, keeping a tight grip on the towel - it was already coming loose. She got to the door and dug around in her pockets for the key; come on, come on, she just had it a second ago… there!
A twist and she was through; Lucy Ann slammed the door behind her and sank against the frame. She was breathing hard - the fear really hit her now, and it only intensified when she caught the pungent, acrid stench of burnt flesh - it was coming from under the towel, and…
And god, Lucy Ann didn’t want to look. She froze just before she took it off, and glanced around the room; the big glass windows that made the place feel so bright and open, they felt like threats now. She quickly drew the blinds, and in the darkness she sat on the couch, unraveled the towel, and forced herself to look.
“Shit,” Lucy Ann spoke in an undertone. “Shit.”
It was unmistakable: her wrist had burned in the sun as easily as a newborn vampire. It was a bad burn as well, a deep, angry divot carved out of her wrist, and four shallower points climbing up the back of her hand. And before her eyes it was still crumbling, still coming off in grey flecks that hung in the air, slowly disintegrating into a single, defined shape that took her breath away.
Night was falling outside, but the curtains were still drawn. Lucy Ann huddled against the island counter, wincing as she leaned over a chalk circle to light the candles. Her burned hand was wrapped in beach towels, and though she tried to keep it still it screamed with the slightest movement. Worse still, though, was the infernal itching that had flared up around the edges - oh, it felt like it was still on fire! Once the candles were lit, Lucy Ann hugged her other arm around her chest just to stop herself from scratching.
“Fucking hell…” She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. “Fucking angel. Fucking Noie… I’m gonna fucking kill her, fuck! Come on, Alcor, why can’t you just fucking pick up for once in your stupid little…”
She trailed off into a stream of muttered curses, rocking a little as the itching somehow intensified. She didn’t even know half of what she was saying; all she knew was this was the second time she’d drawn this goddamn circle, the second time she’d lit his fucking candles, and if he didn’t pick up right now she was actually going to kill him.
“Te invoco…” She started, hissing through gritted teeth. “ Ut, ut facias voluntatem meam… Dico, nomen tuum: Alcor. Come on!”
Just like earlier, the circle began to glow, and Lucy Ann braced herself for another answering machine. She watched as a blob of inky darkness gathered in the center, growing larger, but not yet taking any form. For one terrible moment it just lingered there… but then, finally, she could feel the change in the air as he seemed to take notice of her. All the theatrics dropped; the glow of the circle cut out, and Alcor popped into existence as a little kid with wide golden eyes.
“Lucy Ann?” He looked her up and down, and blinked. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“Glad you finally noticed!” Lucy Ann snapped back. “You know, I thought you’d actually start picking up my calls again after that angel nearly got me! What the hell, man!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He put his hands up. “I heard you, I-I meant to come, but, Noie, she-”
“Oh, fuck Noie, I don’t want to hear about her! You need to fix this, okay!”
She stabbed a finger at her arm, and Alcor nodded quickly, kneeling down. “Okay, okay, uh, what happened?”
“My hand burned in the sun - the angel did something to me!” She winced as he unwrapped it. “Agh, careful! Still hurts like hell.”
“Burned in the sun?” He lifted off the last layer, and sucked in a breath at the shape of a hand. “Oh. That’s… I thought I healed that.”
“Yeah, me too, asshole! Can you do it right this time?”
“No, I mean-” Alcor started, but he took one look at Lucy Ann and shut his mouth. “Sorry. I’ll fix it up now, hang on.”
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and laid a hand on top of the burn. For a split second it hurt worse than ever, and Lucy Ann took in a sharp breath… and then let it out in a sigh of sheer relief as the agony drained away.
“Oh…” She slumped forwards a little as he removed his hand, all the tension in her shoulders dropping at once. “Oh, that feels so much better. Oh, wow. Thanks, Alcor.”
Alcor gave a guilty grin. “I’m sorry I took so long. That looked awful.”
“ Stars, you have no idea.” She ran her fingers over the healed skin, her own smile shrinking a little. “I don’t get how he did that. I saw you heal it, and it was fine until I went in the sun, and then… eesh.”
“Yeah.” Alcor shuddered. “He didn’t just burn you, he marked you in some way. I didn’t see it the first time I healed you, but I think I got it now.”
Lucy Ann paused. She looked up at him. “What do you mean, you think?”
“Uh…”
“You fixed it, right?” She watched his smile twist in on itself. “Alcor, you fixed it, right? Because I don’t ever want this to happen again.”
“I… I’m pretty sure I did-”
“Alcor, I swear-”
“Look, angel magic, it’s weird, okay!” His wings fluttered nervously as he tried to find the words. “It’s like, sort of demon proof? I’d need a serious deal to get rid of it entirely, so I just kind of… covered it up? Like, uh, magic sunscreen!”
He tried for a smile at that, but Lucy Ann wasn’t laughing. “So, what? Am I gonna burn in the sun or not?”
“I don’t think so?” He looked towards the blinds. “But maybe we should test it out first.”
Lucy Ann followed his gaze, and found herself backing away. “Are you kidding me? I’m not gonna play guinea pig here - that fucking hurt! You seriously can’t just get rid of it?” She watched as his shoulders came up, as his eyes suddenly struggled to meet her own. “What kind of deal would it take?”
He didn’t answer at first; the question hung heavy in the air between them… then he gave a helpless shrug. It was all the answer she needed.
“A soul,” she breathed, and covered her hand. “You… really need that just for this?”
“He wanted to punish you, Lucy Ann,” Alcor spoke quietly, his eyes fixed to the floor. “He wanted to make you fear the light again. I can feel it in his magic, I can feel how much he hated you.” Alcor shook his head, and let out a sigh. “This is all my fault. I should’ve, I should’ve been there. I’m sorry, Lucy Ann - I-I really am. I really messed up.”
Lucy Ann made a face. “It’s fine, Alcor-“
“No, I-I…” His voice was shaky now; golden tears were suddenly springing from his eyes. “I messed th-this all up, I-I’ve been a t-terrible friend, a terrible brother, I-I’ve been a m-monster!”
“Whoa!” Lucy Ann recoiled a bit as he started sobbing into his hands; after a moment she sighed, and patted his shoulder. “Hey, calm down, okay? What happened?”
He just shook his head; after a moment he threw his arms around her and cried into her shoulder. She tensed up, but let him have it.
“Oh-kay,” she said. “It’s, uh, it’s gonna be alright.”
“She’s g-g-on-na ha-te m-me…”
“She’s not gonna hate you.” Lucy Ann tried not to roll her eyes. “Noie, uh, really cares about you… has a funny way of showing it, but she does.”
“But I r-uined h-her li-ife, sh-she doesn’t even want to h-hear it! I-I can’t stand it, sh-she wants me to just keep going like e-everything’s normal, like I didn’t kill her dad!”
Lucy Ann sucked in a breath. “Oof. That’s, uh… that’s complicated.” She gave him a light hug, then firmly pushed him back onto his feet. “But hey, it’s gonna be okay, dude. We’ve all killed someone we didn’t mean to before, alright? You’re gonna get past this.”
Alcor sniffed. “Really?”
“Yeah. Come on, big guy, chin up.”
He nodded to himself, and took a deep, shuddering breath. “Okay… o-okay, I’m okay. I’m okay.” A hard swallow, and then a smile. “Sorry, I… you summoned me for help, and here I am dumping all this on you, hah!”
Lucy Ann just shrugged obliquely, but he didn’t seem to notice; he blinked, and glanced back towards the circle.
“Oh,” he said, quietly. “She’s, uh, calling me again.”
“Noie?” Lucy Ann watched him look back at her, a question forming on his lips, and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure, go.”
“Are you sure? I didn’t mean to ignore you, Lucy Ann, if you need me to stay-”
“Need you to stay?” She snorted. “I’m not a preschooler, Al.”
“But-”
“Look, you fixed it, it’s fine.” She waved him off. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“But-”
“I’ll see you later.” She stared him down until he backed away. “Okay?”
He cringed. “Okay… but if you need anything, just call me, okay? I promise I’ll be better about answering-”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, sounds good…” She crossed her arms as he turned back towards the circle. “Bye, Alcor. And, ah, tell Noie hi from me, will you?”
“Okay, okay… wait, really?”
Lucy Ann gave a toothy grin. “No, obviously. I was just messing with you.”
Alcor gave an uncomfortable laugh at that, and then with a final wave he vanished from the room. The candles all went out with him, and in the darkness, six wisps of smoke steadily rose from the wicks.
In the darkness, Lucy Ann’s grin faded from her face, and she took a deep breath. Her hand - she brought it up to her eyes, traced along the healed skin once more with her fingers.
Did it feel any different? If she thought about it, it almost felt like there was a tingling there, just the slightest sensation that sent a shiver through her whole body. Maybe she was just imagining it; maybe she was just remembering the pain, the burning, twisting agony that reached all the way up her shoulder like a hand wrapped around and wrenching on her raw nerves, like a hand, like a hand…
Lucy Ann took a sharp breath in, and shook her head. She was just freaking herself out - it was fine, she didn’t feel anything. It was fine.
She glared at the light switch across the room; after a moment she stalked over, turned it on, and squinted as the lights came on. She hated the way she suddenly felt so exposed, how she wanted to cover over her hand as the darkness fell away… but see? It was fine! She wasn’t burning - she was fine! She could go back to doing whatever she wanted!
A deep breath, in, and out. Lucy Ann glanced towards the drawn blinds, and the darkness beyond them. After a moment, she wandered over, pulled the corner back, and stared down at the pool, at the one crooked recliner at the edge of the water.
She was fine… but she didn’t go outside. After a moment, she drew the blinds again, sighed, and went to fix herself a drink.
Relationships: California/Texas, California & Texas, California & States
Characters: California, Texas, States (mentioned)
Tags: toxic relationship, abusive relationships, implied/referenced abuse, (except it’s mutual), hate making out, like hate fucking but without the fucking part, mutually abusive relationship, california needs a hug, texas needs a hug, unreliable narrator, probably bad representation of mental health issues
Summary:
He knew it wasn't healthy.
Fingers curl through dark locks, tugging and tugging and burning.
He knew it wasn't love.
The craving to be loathed by another as deeply as he loathes himself.
He knew he couldn't afford to care.
(or; cali has emotional intensity disorder and deals with this via hate make out session with texas, as you do.)
TWs and notes: abusive relationship, physical and emotional abuse, steamy make out session but otherwise no smut, emotional intensity disorder / emotional overstimulation, implications of dissociation. written and posted 9th of october 2022, so also an oldie.
He knew it wasn’t healthy.
Their bodies pull each other close, a mess of hands and limbs, heat and desperation. Urgently grasping, holding, refusing to let go. He’s driven by the need to feel and the need to touch. To take what’s his. To be taken. His partner responds in kind, firm grip pulling him closer.
Hands glide up his side, trailing stings and dull throbs he knows will bruise. Lips and teeth clash, desperate for something, anything. Fingers curl through dark locks, tugging and tugging and burning. He nips at the expanse of flesh before him, scraping his teeth against the other’s skin and leaving splotches of purple and red. Hatred and passion and disgust and loathing well up, and he bites that little bit harder, grips that little bit firmer. The hands in his hair tug sharply, and he knows the loathing is reciprocated.
The pair wrestle for control, for some semblance of stability, for validation and for dominance. Their words are scathing and their hands are rough. The fingers on his jaw are demanding, scornful the breath mingling with his own. He responds with defiant fingers and smug lips and lilting, teasing words.
He knew it wasn’t love.
Words fly, aiming to injure and overwhelm and torment. Malicious names and mischievous brags strive for a reaction. Searching for that anger, hostility, hate. Seeking to excuse his own feelings; seeking to incite them in the other. The craving to be loathed by another as deeply as he loathes himself. The yearning to spit the poison his partner thirsts for, desires deep in his bones and twisted, thorny heart. The hunger for validation, for proof that neither is alone in their inherent apathy.
The salty flesh beneath his lips makes him sick. The arrogant smirk, the condescending words and the patronizing touches make him want to reach out and squeeze, destroy, mutilate until the too much too muchtoomuch goes away. Until he feels nothing. He knows his haughty simper, his supercilious demeanour and disdainful tone makes the other feel the same. He does it for a reason; to incite that self-righteous indignation he needs, feels, too strongly too strongly in the other man. To make the other man feel how he feels. To stop him from suffering alone.
He knew he couldn't afford to care.
When the aggression and hatred slows, when the fire subsides, when bruising touches turn soft and empty and listless, he thrives. He craves those moments of empty nothing. He craves those moments of idle tolerance, of futility. The moments where they lie, cuddling for nothing more than body heat, skin sticky with sweat but blood cold as ice, hearts firm as stone, eyes vacant as mirrors. The moments of unburdened peace, of fatigue that temporarily quashes the fires of detestation and hatred and loathing and too much too much too much. The moments where he feels blissfully empty. Where he feels nothing.
And he’ll regret it, when the numbness abates, when he feels again. When his inadequate heart is swamped with too-much-too-strong-too-full passion. When he feels so strongly about his own beliefs, his mouth opens of its own volition. When it talks and talks and says nothing of substance to people who don’t care. When he can feel their hatred and mocking incredulity and lack of interest.
But he can’t regret it for long. Not when another remark of “Shut up California.” interrupts his earnest streams of consciousness. Not when another joke is made at his expense. Not when fire burns within him and smoke streams from his lips and the skin bubbles on his back and he burns. Not when the states see this, and they laugh and laugh and leave.
Not when they always leave him.
So he returns to his only constant, to the mutual hatred he feels towards Texas and drowns drowns drowns until he feels nothing once more. And then he repeats, and repeats, and repeats hoping in vain, praying to a god he doesn’t believe in that he’ll stop feeling so empty while still feeling everything.
But nothing changes, and so California feels too much, and feels too much, and burns alone.
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Relationships: California/Texas, California & Texas, California & Florida & Louisiana, DC | Gov & Texas
Characters: California, Texas, Florida, DC | Gov
Tags: love confessions, first “i love you”s, falling in love, established relationship, idiots in love, fluff, domestic fluff, mutual pining, except it's established relationship so, they're dorks your honour, cali is the babysitter when gov's not around, he's not a good one though, poetry-adjacent, funky writing style ‘cause i cant write normally for the life of me
Summary:
I think I love you.
The words were bubblegum, caramel, strawberry sauce; pink, orange and red red red on his tongue. It flowed pleasantly from his lips and his heart stuttered in turn, joy and apprehension and warmth pooling in his chest. An entire room of states and he only had eyes for Texas.
I think I love you.
The mere phrase was crisp apples and sherbet; red and green and color rainbow color on his tongue. He idly wondered if his lungs had forgotten how to breathe as he choked on the adoration and hesitance and overwhelming fondness that swelled in his chest. An entire room of states and he only had eyes for California.
(or: texas, california, and simple declarations of love)
TWs and notes: nothing graphic and no violence, but heads-up for potentially grotesque and surreal imagery. written and posted october 2022 so it’s an oldie. oh, i also apologise for the awful formatting - its 5am and i’m on mobile rn
California watched his partner, an indecipherable feeling thick in his chest and throat and eyes. Tranquility was evident in the slow pace of his heart, the warmth of his fingertips. Words pressed against the roof of his mouth, traced against his jaw and fizzled against his tastebuds. His tongue rolled the words, gently grazing his lips, air fluttering between his teeth. He tasted it, then tasted it again.
Love.
It flowed pleasantly from his lips and his heart stuttered in turn, joy and apprehension and warmth pooling in his chest. He felt light as a balloon, like he could soar through the stars he saw reflected in Texas’ eyes and smile. The other state grinned shamelessly from where he stood on the other side of the room, likely bragging about something or other, and the warmth in California’s chest threatened to overflow. Threatened to fill his mouth and spill from his lips and drip down his chin, to expose the adoration and devotion and love love love that pumped with the beat of his heart. His jaw ached in need, yearning to open and spill the butterflies fluttering in his chest, but he clenched it shut.
I think I love you.
The words were bubblegum, caramel, strawberry sauce; pink, orange and red red red on his tongue and in his mind. He paused and just drank in the cloying sweetness, tequila-lime-love pumping quickly through his veins and a saccharine smile on his lips.
He laughed to himself, gentle wind chimes blessing the air. An entire room of states and he only had eyes for Texas. His partner would call him a simp; he wouldn’t disagree with the sentiment, not when he’d fight god for the other if he ever asked.
A poke to his arm startled him out of his thoughts. He whipped around and was greeted by a grinning Florida.
“C’mon, Cali, quit swooning over Texas and come help me and Louie cover Gov’s office in sticky notes.” The shorter state didn’t phrase it as a question and didn’t wait for an answer, tugging California up and out of the chair by his arm. The golden state groaned playfully but allowed himself to be dragged along, flashing one last look at his partner before mentally preparing himself to limit the chaos the other two states would get up to.
Texas watched his boyfriend gesture wildly, the warmth in his chest and at the back of his throat threatening to bubble from his lips. He watched the way the other’s eyes visibly lit up behind his glasses, fond exasperation coloring his cheeks with roses and rubies. The way that dark lashes met with smooth, tanned skin, and alluring, rosey lips lifted into a soft smile made Texas’ heart flutter. His own lips instinctively opened, letters and syllables dancing playfully on his tongue.
Love.
He idly wondered if his lungs had forgotten how to breathe as he choked on the adoration and hesitance and overwhelming fondness that swelled in his chest. He felt as high as a kite, like he could soar beneath the sun he saw reflected in California’s eyes and smile. He once again tentatively rolled the words in his mouth, and grinned like a madman. The other state turned and met his eyes, gaze questioning. For a moment, Texas drowned in those expressive chocolate pools, shoving down the instinctive urge to open his jaw and spill the words hiding in his heart and his head. Then he quirked his lip and tilted his head to quell the worries of the other, and the moment of gentle concern ended, fleeting but meaningful. He continued to watch the beanie-clad state, fingers tingling with warmth and innocent longing.
I think I love you.
The mere phrase was crisp apples and sherbet; red and green and color rainbow color on his tongue and in his mind. He savoured the cool, fresh tingle of apple-raspberry-orange, honey-lemon-love pumping sluggishly through his veins, adoration in the warmth of his eyes.
He chucked to himself, the dancing warmth of a fireplace on a rainy night. An entire room of states and he only had eyes for California. His partner would call him a softie; he’d be right. Texas would drop everything in a heartbeat if the man ever asked.
The rustle of fabric startled him out of his thoughts. He blinked and tilted his head to face an amused Gov.
“You’re down bad, huh?” The smartly dressed personification grinned teasingly, raising a manicured brow. Texas bristled, opening his mouth to defend himself (and gulping back the rush of love love love for his partner that threatened to escape), but the other beat him to the punch. “Illinois told me that the bathroom door’s broken, and I’m gonna need you to fix it.” The lone star state scowled but acquiesced, slowly shuffling to his feet and sparing a final fleeting glance at his partner before trailing after Gov.
The partners lay on the ground under the night sky, grass tickling the napes of their necks. The night air was cool, but the warmth of their bodies and their smiles and their hearts made the cold nigh unnoticeable. Texas merely listened, eyes to the night sky as California regaled him with a detailed account of that afternoon’s shenanigans, of Florida’s prank and Gov’s wrath.
“-But then I reminded Gov of what might’ve happened if I hadn’t been around to watch Florida. Like, I wasn’t the one who left him unattended, it’s not my fault if he decides to cause trouble. Anyway, he paled up real fast and said I didn’t have to help clean up, which is great because honestly? I regret nothing-,”
Soft waves and lavender were evident in his gentle drone, and Texas simply just existed for a moment, basking in the peaceful atmosphere. The state rolled the words in his mouth again, the words that had been on the tip of his tongue all day, before-
“-I love you.”
Texas paused for a moment, his brain processing the unexpected words. Upon finally registering the phrase, he whipped his head to the side and gazed with wide eyes at his partner. Their eyes met and Texas drank in his partner’s features; those chocolate pools were apprehensive but determined. Texas fell a little harder at the certainty in his eyes.
“I wanted t’say that first,” he grumbled goodnaturedly in return. He was rewarded with a chuckle and the sight of his partner relaxing in relief.
“Guess you’ll just have to take the next one,” the other hummed. Texas felt the corners of his lips raise in gentle amusement-adoration-love.
“‘Guess I do. I love ya, Safe Space.”
California’s eyes crinkled in joy and he playfully elbowed the lone star state in the side. “Don’t ruin the moment, asshole.”
And under the blanket of stars, love in the air and their smiles and their hearts, there was nowhere else the pair would rather be.
god don’t tempt me like this, im so incredibly weak for both danny and dipper so mixing them cannot be good for my future to-do list. nothing would get done, ever.
i cannot allow the obsession train to leave hyperfixation station or i fear what might happen to my daily schedule. i cant afford another hyperfixation, my brain cells and my free-time is sparse as-is.
but it’s so tempting. dear lord, i am tempted.
makes me wonder how danny and transcendence!au dipper would interact though,,,👀👀👀👀
continuation/aftermath of danny pulling nightwing out of a dumpster
don't let danny fool you with his innocent geek act. that's a working ectogun that he made to look like a phaser. he's absolutely a geek but he's not innocent
B loves California Girls, he giggles n shit when it comes on.
Cal, on the other hand, happily will murder the person who put it on.
Texas one time joked about it by putting it in the morning after Cal had a whole night of clubbing behind him. Man has a beautiful scar through his whole left biceps in the shape of California's nails that night, OK almost laughed to tears that day.
B absolutly is one of those fuckers that know Last Friday Night by heart, he sings it in high stress situations like a cartoon character when Oakland and L.A. are trying to kill each other in the middle of family dinner
Oakland wins, but get's decked by S.F. after he gets too full of himself and says that his shirt is something you can get in New York City for a dollar .
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Do you have any headcanons / state spirit ideas for Austin and how that would function with Texas’s own?
Austin Headcanons
Austin’s Team Spirit is blue psychedelic patterns that shift and bend in the air, like a background behind his head. It slightly warps reality around it. [#2611C8]
His color is blue to contrast Texas’s red, but it is tinged just a little violet. Texas’s RGB values are (200, 039, 017) and Austin’s are (039, 017, 200).
The psychedelic patterns are to reflect the weirdness that the city prides itself on and how it warps reality slightly is to show how Austin’s different culture and continued growth is changing Texas as a state.
When Austin and Texas fight to take control of the body, their Spirit will intertwine and overlap as one tries to oust the other.
The body’s eyes change when Austin and Texas switch. It's easier to show rather than tell, so I drew the difference.
Texas (Left) vs. Austin (Right)
Austin's brow is more relaxed, his eyes are opened wider, he has larger pupils, a wider ring, and more brightness in his eyes. However, Austin still has creasing around his eyes.
Since Texas doesn’t feel like Austin belongs, the city’s softer expressions look kind of weird on Texas’s rugged face.
Textless, Texas (Left) vs. Austin (Right)
As I’ve said previously, Texas and Austin’s situation is fairly abnormal by personification standards. A big city, much less a capital, almost always has their own body. But, Austin has just never left, and neither the city or his state know why. Austin is the only capital city and the biggest city to still remain in his state’s head.
It’s a point of contention between them as Texas almost feels like he’s been cursed to have such an annoying capital still in his body while his other state colleagues don’t.
Though Texas will never admit it, he kind of needs Austin’s presence as Texas really can’t handle being completely alone. Texas becomes more anxious when Austin hasn’t talked in a long time, especially when the state is by himself.
Austin doesn’t get the luxury of Texas’s large amount of pain resistance. While they share a body, Texas’s State Spirit is exclusive to Texas and doesn’t include Austin. If Texas gets injured, Austin will feel pain closer to how severe the injury actually is, even if he isn’t in front.
Texas is less reckless with his actions despite his very strong resilience because Austin is always there and able to feel what he does. The state may not like his city, but he’s not sadistic.
The city also has a lot of talent when it comes to playing acoustic guitar, however, he’s a lot more willing and excited to stray away from what he’s traditionally known for to experiment.
Austin is considered the Live Music Capital of the world with a large and diverse selection of music festivals and live music venues.
The city is also really good at cooking. Barbeque and Tex-Mex are his strengths, just like Texas, but Austin is a lot more willing to accommodate vegetarian diets than his state is.
His best is his queso recipe, which Texas may even admit is really good and might just be better than what he could make. Austin takes a lot of pride in it as something that’s unquestionably his own. Austin, Texas holds an annual festival called the Quesoff with its own competition to see who can make the best queso.
Has a passion for cooking that he keeps low key. The others see him as just being a fan of practicality(one has to know how to cook)
As religious as this man is, I've heard my papaw swear up a storm when he's frustrated at a machine so this man Knows curse words and Will use them when something isn't going his way.
Resident handyman.
Mainly because while he respects trade persons, he only trusts himself to fix something if it's broken.
If they have to hire someone and he feels like they're getting swindled then he busts out haggling prices. Have you ever seen someone haggle like an old man looking for the deal he was promised and he actually knows his stuff? That. They may have to make a living too, but he doesn't like people cheating him out of dimes and quarters. He'll just hire them again for something else if he likes their work.
His favorite meal is cornbread and brisket. But the man also likes a good, rare steak and greens.
Can play a medley of instruments.
Can also sing.
No one knows that other talent though.
He would sing to his animals back home and on the range way back when.
Likes the movie "Home on the Range" and Golden Girls
He'll proudly say that second one too, fuck y'all he likes those ladies. They're great.
Do not play board games with him, he's unfairly good at them.
He's absolute trash at video games though.
"What does this button do? -sprints of the edge of the world- ...."
Colorado might need Help in his opinion but he likes his company, surprisingly.
Love hate relationship with Alaska. He's free to walk into his room! That's friendship.
Definitely not the grill guy at cookouts, he's arranging the sports. Like volleyball or football.
Definitely daddy issues but since Florida has a "mama and them" i think other states could as well. Texas doesn't have a good dad.
He isn't on the best of terms with Mexico but he doesn't outright hate her, she wasn't bad to him.
He keeps up pretenses around others though lest they start thinking he's "soft".
Has an obsession with appearing strong and manly.
Because of this he has a very muddled idea of what a man should Be. Just. In general. To him, the ideal guy is someone who is strong, physically. The emotions are important, sure, but to be too soft is inviting trouble, either for people to insult you for or to take advantage of you with.
He's confident that he has mastered this but then he has his moments where it just pops out("then why doesn't my dad love me")
He follows so many livestock youtube pages! So many. He regularly has 100s of videos in his notifs.
This song reached my radar this year and it's Texas vibes:
He's got a lot of mechanical prowess, he's kept his truck running for ten years. It's a shit heel but it's his truck and you can fight him if you want to replace it.
He doesn't like California. For political reasons, yeah, obviously, but also because the guy is just. The antithesis to everything that Texas is. Evangelical / Stopped reading the bible. Bible Thumping Red State / Opinionated, That™ Ally, Blue State. Yeah. They're too similar to get along often. They can get along sometimes! But that's scary so we don't talk about that.
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Austin: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair...
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Austin: This was almost a great idea.
Texas: You just described 90% of our stuff.
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Dallas: Come on Austin, do it for family. You can't put a price on that...
Austin: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.
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Dallas: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.
Texas: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.
Dallas: Not when you’re playing with Houston, it’s not. They put words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”
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Dallas: You have Crayons?
Houston: Yes, I have—
Dallas: You're— how old are you?
Houston: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.
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Texas: State your name, rank, and intention.
Austin: Austin, Austin, fun.
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Houston, dramatically: They called me a fool.
Texas, sick of Houston's shit: They weren’t wrong.
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Dallas: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!
Houston: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.
Dallas: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?
Houston: Somehow that's worse.
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