#aquafinity

He and a few other unfortunate ones went back to the mansion’s site as soon as they could, and spent days, weeks, months, looking through the rubble for themselves.

Some of them got lucky.

Some of them found theirs.

Aqua was not one of them.

He didn’t know if it burned up with the mansion or if that was even possible. Had it been destroyed some other way? Was that how Totem destroying worked? Or maybe it had been used up in the fight, that piece of his soul forever gone to ensure that someone else lived again. He wasn’t sure how either would affect him, if he’d feel some difference or if it would slowly come back to him or if nothing would change at all. He still didn’t feel like he used to, before the mansion, and as the search stretched out it became more obvious that what was put in the Totem never came back to him in any sort of sense. But he also wasn’t being summoned anymore- not after that sudden snap in the big fight- so nobody could have his Totem or else he’d have been summoned back already. Had he really just… fully lost that part of himself? Maybe it was just dispersed, or misplaced elsewhere, or… or something, and he could find it again. Somehow.

Years passed, and he traveled around, looking for any information he could get on what exactly had been done to him, and to find any leads on how he could locate his Totem again. While his Totem did take priority, though, he wanted to make absolutely certain he didn’t repeat the same mistakes he made in the past, so he took it on himself to study the people everywhere he went, too. He learned how to read expressions, body language, vocal tones. He learned what looks mean trouble was about to hit, and when to get out of dodge. He learned that he’s actually quite good at using his words to convince people to help him out, and he learned that he’s quite good at quickly establishing a positive relationship with someone. Names, faces, preferences, any small details- he remembers them easily, and noted that folks like it when you remember those kinds of things about them as quickly as he could.

He wasn’t really able to forget the weird gap in his being, the space where Something Used To Be, but there were times when he noticed it less, and then later, even less.

Eventually, he all but gave up and accepted it had been destroyed that day. He couldn’t find anything, and all hope that he would had been slowly drained out of him by dead end after dead end after dead end.

He finally picked an area and started poking around to see if it’d be a good place to try settling, and ended up being included in a batch area invite to a beach party hosted by some big name someone. Seemed like an innocent enough thing, and it’d be an alright chance for him to be able to people-watch and see if the folks here were of a decent sort or not. He’d been able to experience a few big events like this when he was traveling around, and felt like he knew what to expect from these sorts of things. So he went.

And really, it ended up a lot more innocent of a thing than he thought it’d be- it really was just genuinely a party where people actually seemed to have fun, not boring things where people just stood around in fancy clothes and made themselves sound important, this was games and music and laughter and fireworks and… and he liked it. Everyone was smiling, everyone was happy.

For the first time in a long time, he felt ok to just let himself go for a bit and relax. He made his way around the beach, working his way through the people and through conversations, joining in on some games and festivities, and decided that overall, it wasn’t bad. He could stay here, at least for a bit, at least until the hole in the fabric of his being wore on him too much and he could no longer ignore the search again. He could stay here.

The thought was made significantly more concrete when one of the folks he’d made friendly with that night, Tyratone, offered for the two to stick together. He wasn’t as surprised as he felt like he should’ve been- he’d learned that she’d been living alone and had kind of felt like an outsider at the party, and after he’d talked to her she ended up joining him in some of the games and such and she’d seemed to be properly enjoying herself. She wanted company, and he’d proved that he was alright for it.

And y’know? She hadn’t been bad company either, and he was looking to stay anyway. Why not.

He was unfamiliar with the area, and Tyr had pretty well stayed to herself for a while so she was also somewhat unfamiliar, and so they wandered around the area for a couple months, looking around. Aqua would frequently scout out ahead while Tyr gathered materials and food, and on one such scouting, he ran into two others- Razormane and Firemite. They were on their own, wandering just like he and Tyr were. Razor seemed fairly guarded, but something about Fire’s immediate cheeriness piqued Aqua’s curiosity- he was fronting, and Aqua half-wondered if he might have found somewhat of a kindred spirit. He offered for the two to join- after all, he and Tyr were wandering, just the same as them. They could wander together.

He sort of regretted that decision, after a while. It wasn't that he was wrong, it was just… When it had been just him and Tyr, decisions were made with just the two of them. More people meant more opinions, and once the other two joined, it seemed like Razor’s opinion became the most popular. It seemed like his own ideas were heard less and less.

When they found a place to base, Aqua had gone out to investigate the surrounding folks, or at least the ones he could find. Establishing relationships was simple to him now, and he did it well. And as time went on, he kept those relationships up, getting some trades secured and getting started on mapping the area out. He carried an arrow from Tyr’s inventory so he'd be able to find his way back easier: a faint imprint still there from his days before the mansion.

Only problem was, that felt like that was all he could do. Razor somehow ended up being the unofficially appointed leader of the group, and Aqua felt like he had a lot less say in what happened than he did when it was just him and Tyr. He'd come back and the inside of the base was renovated, or that the rest of them had all gone out mob grinding, or maybe he'd be outvoted in what they should trade for next, or-

It bothered him to no end.

It especially bothered him because smooth-talking, he had read in a library once, was a common trait for Allays and Vexes. Subconsciously imbuing magic into their speech to make them more agreeable was something almost stereotypical- and he didn't like the thought that he was doing it. That he hadn't figured out how to read people and how to talk to people all on his own, that he'd had his Vex magic to thank for it.

He especially didn't like the thought of it now, because really- this was just him getting used for what he was again. He was only with the others to be a Vex for them, to work his magic with words, and that stupid ability of his, the innate ability to always find someone as long as he had an item of theirs, that he'd always had as long as he could remember, so he could make good maps.

What else was he even there for? The others were nice, yes, and maybe they weren't intentionally taking advantage of him, but it still felt like he'd just walked himself back into another mansion where he was only seen for what he as a Vex could do, not what he as Aquafinity could do. He'd tried to settle, to try to forget, but he continually just felt slapped in the face with the reminder that he wasn't worth anything. Only his Vex magic was wanted.

He was tempted, a few times, to really try exercising that magic, to make them listen, but he knew he’d never forgive himself if he did.So he didn't let himself say anything. Really, it wasn't like they were even doing anything near the level of the mansion, and he did like them a lot. Tyr, mostly, but Fire was a close second. Razor was quiet and they were nice to each other, but the two weren't spending much time together. There were a lot of good days, honestly, days where they had fun and where they had interesting conversations and where they enjoyed being together. It was just small things here and there, things small enough that he could pretend they weren’t piling up on top of each other to make something too big to ignore. So he stayed, reasoning that if it got too bad, he could always resume his search again. He hadn't intended to stay here forever, anyway.

Story idea

His story!!! starts out!!! with him being mid conversation w fire or someone in the base and just suddenly. disappearing.

entirely.

they all start poking around because that's very unusual, and cannot find him. firemite can't hear/sense him anywhere close by, maybe it's some vex magic thing? tyr pales a bit and says something about a totem, he told her about a totem a while back, before they'd met the other two.

she tells them everything she'd been told one evening by a particularly panicked aqua that had woken from a nightmare, which was. well. everything. mostly he was paranoid that this exactly was going to happen, and if it did, he wanted someone to know to look for him. she doesn't know where The Mansion was exactly, but he'd told her the vague whereabouts of it.

This becomes a Big Rescue Mission.

They're able to get help from some of the folks around to go with, and they go outpost raiding wheeee \o/ basically til they find out where aqua is

here it gets kinda vague on the details of what exactly was going on and what happens with the rescue, but they are successful :V

Aqua looks like absolute crap

He's finally got his totem back, I know he personally fights to get it back but not quite sure on deets of it. everybody's emotional (this is kinda a healing point for razor, because look, he didn't lose someone this time), they all express how much they worried about him and how glad they are to have found him, etc etc, n he mumbles something about yeah you wouldn't be able to stay on good terms with everyone without me right n everyone's like. huh?

no man they care about him and they have this Whole Conversation where things get properly aired out

tyr reminds him of the fact that she became his friend bc he offered her a drink at a server event, she'd been sat off by herself and he went up and offered a friendly face and nice socializing and they'd started hanging out after that, like. he's her friend before he's a vex.

i'm also imagining a moment where razor mentions that yeah it didn't matter if he didn't do anything for them but hanging out with em they'd wanna keep him around, they enjoy the friendship and his humor and everything

(this catches tyratone's attention)

so yEAH it's a biG huge ThingTM!!!! it's a Very Very Big Healing Point for aqua, and afterwards the group is very certain to make sure they're not talking over him and that they're giving his suggestions plenty of consideration and like!! making sure he doesn't feel left out!!! they care about him!!!!

His hels

So fun fact he gets two helsmits! Gee, bill

His second hels' story is very intertwined with razor's so i'll hold off on posting all the details about him til razor's post n i'll post abt em both together buT!!!! suffice to say he is a snobbish guy that is obsessed with getting people to listen to him and pay attention to him and think he's very important, and because he's also part vex, he's very good at that :V he becomes h!razor's sponsor in the coliseum as part of Hey Look At Me I'm Important

His FIRST hels is quite older!! He spawned in when aqua was in the mansion, coming from his hatred of his own self and of the fact that he wasn't "normal", so this first hels is a plain human!

he's got a very 'bad things happen to people who deserve it' kinda deal bc. how could he cope otherwise. he eventually visits with the order of fortune for a blessing (an order and goddess thought of by good friend @doyouknowthemossinman) and something about it piques his interest! something about it bugs him in a way that won't leave him alone!

eventually he ends up joining the order :V they're like all cats too so i thought it'd be funny to have one (1) token human in the midst

(ft. moss's cinder and ash!!)

his hels i think actualizes because of the order of fortune n like. Bad things happen sometimes n it's ok to accept that and sometimes u have bad luck but it can always be balanced out w good luck later or y'know smth along those lines

Putting that aside, Razor wasn’t a particularly solitary sort- he may be introverted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want company. Solo style just wasn’t for him, he soon found. Too much alone time weighed on him after a while, so he sought out groups. He bounced around for a bit, liking some people but not really finding his people, until he finally joined a group of five others. He clicked with them, and it was instant. They pulled out humor in him he didn’t even realize he had, and they were an unstoppable force when it came to PvP. Nobody messed with them.

Or, at least, it seemed like they were unstoppable. That perception came crashing down one day when they were attacked while out traveling, by a bigger group that took delight in absolutely trouncing his crew. He was the first one killed, thoroughly outmatched by his opponent.

It was a messy respawn- their base had to have been raided, because their beds were gone and Razor found himself back in the Nether. He ran back to the Overworld as fast as he could, but nobody was waiting for him at world spawn, and when he got back to their base, it was absolutely wrecked. No beds, no chests, and rooms were mined out to even get anything stashed in the walls and floors. And it was empty. He tried messaging the others, but didn’t get any responses. He stayed there, for a little bit, a tad lost. Nobody ever showed back up, and nobody ever messaged him back. He didn’t know what happened. He started back to world spawn, hoping maybe he’d run into someone on their way back to the base.

He made it all the way back without running into any familiar faces.

He stayed alone for a bit, after that.

He took time to really hone his combat skills, mostly on mobs, since he didn’t stick around a lot of other players. He didn’t keep one singular base, instead traveling around, choosing not to put roots down.

Of course, the solitary confinement started to get to him again.

He almost begrudgingly joined another group, this one bigger than the last, after one of the members invited him when they met in a town. This group was nice, they had fun, and they- more importantly- provided some good PvP training. He learned they were fairly lax, as well. They didn’t care as much about reputation as his previous crew had. They didn’t care to establish themselves as a Force to be reckoned with, garnering attention. They just simply lived, and had fun doing it. He was careful not to let himself get attached, though. Who knew what might happen to trigger them all disappearing again? He trained hard, to the point where it was what the group knew him for, to make sure that should his new group fall under attack, he wouldn’t be the reason they’d vanish.

And then one day, his world up-ended.

He was out by himself, gathering miscellaneous supplies while taking a bit of alone time (the large group did get to be too much at times), and it started raining on him. He ran for a nearby cave for shelter and ran into someone else that had taken shelter- someone familiar. It took him several minutes to place where he recognized him from; they’d been talking and introducing themselves to each other since they were stuck together for a bit when it hit him. He recognized him from his dreams. This new person who introduced himself with a name he’d already heard before- Firemite- was one of the recurring people in his weird vision dreams.

Razor went caving with him for a bit, half-wondering if he was in another dream. But he wasn’t- it lasted way too long to be one of his visions, and his visions usually were disjointed with that he’d been doing, and this made too much sense.

When they left the cave- the rain having let up- Razor went ahead and invited Fire to join in his group, since he’d learned Fire was currently alone. Fire agreed, and Razor introduced him to everyone else. And it stayed that way for a couple months, until the inevitable happened, and the group split.

There wasn’t any big fight, there wasn’t any sort of drama between members; everybody just kinda decided they wanted to do other things, and as they realized enough of them wanted to, they all figured it would be better to just split before anything did happen.

Most folks went off by themselves, but Razor stuck with Fire. The reason he gave was that it’d be better to be with someone than alone, but really, he was curious about why Fire was one of the recurring faces he’d seen before he ever even met him. It also raised questions about other recurring faces- were they actually real people, too? Would he eventually meet them as well?

The answer turned out to be yes, and much sooner than Razor could’ve guessed.

Only a couple weeks later, another face showed up- Aquafinity, alone on a scouting trip. Upon finding the two, he offered for them to join up, to which Razor readily agreed, and the two became three, then four as Aqua introduced them to his current teammate: the third face, Tyratone.

She was the last of the three that Razor regularly saw, and now that he was with them- well. Now what? He supposed he’d just stick with them and try to protect them as best he could. Wasn’t like he was going to get any answers from his disjointed vision dreams.

The unfortunate thing about him having seen these people before, and therefore deciding they must be important and that they should be protected, was that he got very attached to them all very quickly, which was something he wanted to avoid. He didn’t want a repeat of the first group, and the feeling that that left him with afterwards that even tainted the last group’s parting. So he continues training, and tries to mentally prepare himself for when the inevitable happens again, and remind himself that nothing lasts forever, no matter how important these people may be or how long he’s able to put it off by protecting them.

Story idea

so his story i've got bouncing around in my brain is in direct homage to my teenager self and all of the stories she was cooking up, cringe and all <3 his visions and dreams are flashes of other worlds he's in, and for that moment, he is experiencing that world's razor's life! this does mean he experiences some... not great things through these as well tho. one of the stories i'd originally written with him involved him and tyratone and herobrine, and while i'm never posting those original writings here, i am pulling from it for this razor's story!

this is going to take a lot of explanation oh boy

in the original, he and tyr were people pulled into the game (ala sword art online) and herobrine is a ghosty entity that has attached itself to the game's code and has gotten very quirky over the years. he goes after the two players because he can. in summation, this results in tyratone dying, razor's character avatar losing his right arm (this was written before you could use your left in-game for literally anything), and a big grand battle at the end of it in which tyratone sticks around as a ghost and is able to take herobrine's place as the resident attached to the code and send razor back home. unbeknownst to the both of them tho herobrine is still around, just very scattered and sequestered away amongst coding, slowly pulling himself back together as time passes.

i haven't figured out exactly how, but i do think razor's visions leave very trace effects on the worlds he's viewing. not enough to change how their stories go, but enough that a being that has a bit of meta knowledge and shenaniganry, i.e. herobrine, may realize that something is going on. of course this doesn't happen til after that razor and tyr's story is over, because i don't want it to change things there, but herobrine pokes around with how these weird blips messed with the code of the game, and how these weird blips pulled on things and stretched on things, ever so slightly. He's able to eventually figure out how to follow those blips back.

And so razor, who's had visions of this guy with white eyes killing tyratone and taking his arm off, gets to meet herobrine in person when he shenanigans his way to the source of the weird blips that he was feeling :)

however ☝️ this is not a world in which razor and tyr are alone just the two of them. nor is this a world in which minecraft is simply a computer game. here, herobrine loses access to any sort of code, meaning he is simply a soul.

and firemite has, at this point, gotten himself considerably more comfortable with the fact that he is a warden. and, well. wardens and souls do not get along much do they.

i honestly feel like this story is probably the last one of the four to take place :V it may be a sort of culmination of everybody's efforts that get rid of the threat in some form or other, because i don't quite have this ending fully figured out yet. i'm toying with fire trying to absorb this lost soul, or maybe they try to figure out a way to harness razor's universe-hopping abilities to send him back, or some culmination of both!

nobody dies in this one, and razor gets to keep his friends and talk to them about his visions and such :V

essentially The Universe, who said I love you because you are love, does what it can to bring these four together in any world that they coexist, because they are meant to be together. They balance each other, and they perfect each other, and they teach each other how to love others, and how to love themselves. If Razor had not had the visions he'd had, they would have stayed separated in this world, and would not have faced the challenges they faced that helped them to grow in the way that they did.

...or something along those lines!

His hels

Razormane's helsmit is a coliseum fighter that is honestly content to stay in the lower brackets. He may be skilled enough to move up, but he doesn't care to try, because that means looking for a sponsor, and that means putting in more effort and for why. They're all just gonna be names on a wall at the end of everything at best, unless you're the Champion, which haha he knows he's not anywhere near good enough to try for that.

This is where Aqua's helsmit comes in, and where even as helsmits, two of the four still manage to find each other.

I've mentioned before that Aqua's hels decides he needs to be a sponsor for a fighter in the arena- gather more renown for himself, because if you're a sponsor, then you must be someone important. He comes in at a bad time, because there isn't really anybody looking for a sponsor at the moment, but he's pointed towards someone that has the skills to move up, but doesn't have the drive to do so yet. Maybe having a sponsor will give him the push he needs.

Player aqua feels inadequate to razor in particular, since razor's sorta ended up the group's unofficial leader. So his hels taking an almost authoritative position (or atl that's how he interprets it) over razor's hels? 👌

Well, so we have our depressed fighter who's skilled but doesn't see the point in anything because why bother when it will mean nothing in the end, and then he gets a sponsorship, and oh shoot, now I like. Actually Need To Try. this guy's giving me money to try. i'm now obligated to try, even if i still think he's wasting his money in the end.

aqua inadvertently ends up forcing razor to see how much people like him and how much he can brighten people's days, and isn't that really all that matters is that even if we've limited time, we enjoy the time we have? (If people like you they bet more money on you and we can make more money on your appearances in tournaments and bc I'm your sponsor more people will know my name and see what a great job I've done bringing you up from the pit you were content to lie down and die in but you don't need to know that)

Ironically, aqua ends up getting razor to see that even small things can be important, and maybe his existence isn't something that should be allowed to be brushed off in the end. Maybe people do pay more attention to aqua after that, but razor does, too. He enjoys what he does now, and it's thanks to aqua. He thinks he might want to see aqua succeed at what he's doing, too. (He's not an idiot, of course it would be about money. But motive doesn't change the fact of what he's done, because now he can see that he's not wasting time, he's providing a service that makes others' time enjoyable, and maybe he'll even be remembered when he's gone. Maybe he can make aqua actually believe that, too.)

And then aqua suddenly starts changing, and starts showing signs of the universe's unrelenting unfairness faster than razor feels like he's seen in others, and it becomes more apparent that aqua's time is a lot closer than either of them thought it would be, and razor has to face what actually spawned him in the first place

And razor chooses to carve aqua's name, and he becomes his own

SO FIREMITE

He was like the first one (maybe second??) that i came up with an idea for, and it was actually the redesigns that did it! i mentioned that he kept his more sculk-y eye and half of his face hidden bc it could freak ppl out and then also i realized that i'd kinda visualized him as a happy ray of sunshine all the time and it perfectly opened the door to! suppression. like if he's perfect beam of sunshine all the time then he's gotta be suppressing/hiding A Lot Of StuffTM, both physically (hiding as much of his warden influence as possible) and emotionally (only showing others his happiness), so i made his helsmet based off that! :V it's also kinda what firemite is afraid to be seen as i think, bc if he saw his helsmet all he would see is what about himself would scare ppl.

Tyratone was my second!! I'm pretty sure! she might've been first. but Tyr looks around at her friend group and sees that everyone else contributes- fire brings up resources from underground, aqua makes connections to other folks to keep them on good terms, and razor keeps the group protected from physical threats. She just.. has her little indoor farm. Collects crops every so often. Mostly keeps her cats alive. Messes around with firemite n tags along with razor to scout out sometmes. Like what does she even do. (She provides for the group but thinks it a task that any of them could do and that she's not really needed, even tho they do all rely on her to keep them going. Any of them *could* step into that role alongside what they do, it's simple enough, but they all appreciate having her around bc she's fun and enjoys simple things, and keeps the group together.) She thinks it only a matter of time before she's kicked out bc she's not really doing much, and so her helsmet is based around proving her worth through what she can do for other people!

Aqua took me a bit to fully realize; i had a vague idea for a while but it was toeing the line of similarity to tyr's and i didn't want repeats, so i sat and thought for a bit. in his original bio, i'd put that he kinda missed only having two ppl in the group, and that he thinks he's the leader but isn't. ok, so throwing these two things together, i can kinda figure that maybe he missed only having two people bc it meant that his opinions carried more weight, because it was only ever up against one other, instead of three others. he gets ideas of what he thinks is best and what he thinks they should do at any given time and the others tend to go with razor's ideas more than his, and it gets to him. he feels like they don't really listen to him at all, which they do and give consideration to his input, but he gets jealous and upset that razor's ideas are gone with more. so his hels is someone that constantly strives to be heard and to be listened to and to be viewed as important! i'm not actually sure if how i ended up implementing that works or not, but that's what i was able to come up with :V (the cane is just to look neat, and also it's netherite so heavy bonking stick as well should he need it sdklfj)

and then razor! razor. good night he gave me trouble. i wanted to draw him so badly and could not for the life of me figure out what his hels would be of. like i knew he'd be a fighter, but like. why would he exist in the first place?? i kinda thought about how i'd designed him and what personality traits i'd given him- he wears a lot of layers, most of his face is covered, long sleeves, it's a kinda closed-off wardrobe. and he's phlegmatic, so he goes with the flow a lot. maybe his thing is that he's doing what he can to keep the group safe, sure, but he also wants to try to stay a little closed-off, so that if he fails one day to keep them safe, it won't hurt as much and would be easier to move on. tossing around the idea that maybe that had happened with folks he was previously with- before he and fire met aqua and tyr, and maybe even before he met fire. not sure yet, (still not entirely certain on his hels concept at all tbh) but that's the fun of being in the middle of developing characters and their stories!! trying stuff out and seeing if it sticks!!

Razor, I don't think, even knows he has one

And his hels doesn't care to let him know he exists and given that he doesn't want to make friends or be attached to literally anyone is perfectly fine with his easy existence in the coliseum until he stops existing bc what's the point when all he and anyone else are gonna be in the end is names on a wall at best. He does well enough in the coliseum to keep on there, but he doesn't put in a particular amount of effort y’know. ppl like that he can throw sparks sometimes- bc like his counterpart he’s part blaze- n that’s easy enough

Changing course to aqua!!! And his hels- mostly his hels actually bc I haven't really. thought of much for player aqua yet 😅😅 or how they. view / interact with each other.

But I had a stray thought cleaning a couple days ago that if his hels is working his way up in influence, that probably also comes with money, and the coliseum is like. A Big Thing n u must be big and important if you're sponsoring someone there, right? He wants all the status he can get so he should sponsor someone!!

This bit is guesswork tho bc I. Don't remember much about like. How the sponsors work. But I was thinking like maybe all the best Bigger Fighters were taken/spoken for or smth? So he's stuck having to pick an underdog, or maybe is just wise enough to know he doesn’t rly have the status to support someone big, so he’s gotta gamble a bit, which. Now that I type that out I do like that one better actually I’m gonna go with that

My multiple stories of Minecraft characters has them all find each other in some way, so I like the thought of he ends up picking razor!

Well shoot, now razor had someone he has to like. Actually try for. Bc now he's sponsored, now he's representing the coliseum, now he has to put in the effort, and oh god what if he does poorly now that he’s sponsored would he get kicked out he has to try better now and suddenly his easy existence is not easy for him dsfghj he’s got a touch of anxiety, don’t mind him

So that may go interesting places :V

Ty!!!! Tyratone n her hels!!

I was thinking abt how they would view each other n realized like. They'd be jealous of each other. Ty would see her hels being ten different ways of productive n useful and thinks man she's like Got Her Spot In The World, nobody thinks she's useless n she always pulls her weight, she’s so good at everything?????

Meanwhile her hels would see her n be like man she's got a close circle of friends and she doesn't have to even try for it????? Her hels doesn't have time for friends bc she's too busy trying to run around and do things for people to try to find some sort of purpose for herself

So they don't like each other fjshfkdj

I can kinda see her ending up connected to the other two by way of just that she runs errands. She’s bound to do something for someone and likely multiples someones at the coliseum at various points right :V maybe atl

N then fire!!! Fire okok

So his hels is essentially the qualities of himself that he's afraid of- his hels is a more 'monstrous' version of him that he's terrified other ppl might see him as if he's not constantly trying to cover up his warden self

My thoughts of how they might would see each other was mirrors bc he's refusing to look at himself for who he really is but also that's tango n tanguish n I Don't Wanna Recycle

Then I thought well. His hels' existence is literally his nightmare. What if they visit through dreams? :V

N it's kinda vague if they're like Actually With Each Other or not but they've never wanted to do anything to each other or themselves to find out

So they both think they're just having like. Really Vivid Dreams

It’s not every time they sleep tho like only sometimes when fire falls asleep does he suddenly find himself faced with his other self and vice versa

Fire's hels, I think, is the easiest one for me to accept that he would be eventually poofed to nothing, if only because their story would be kinda similar to the game Celeste, where it's a story of acceptance of yourself and loving who you are (fire’s hels is defo not as antagonistic as badeline tho sldkfjsd)

And also bc it's still up in the air RNS-wise of what really happens to a hels once they are gone, so it's kinda being viewed for me through a lens of the two becoming whole again instead of like one character fading to nothing bc the other fixed an issue y’know

The others are kinda harder for me to be like 'welp they're hels they're gonna be gone eventually' gksjfkk

Especially Nora now that I've gone and written about her qvq whICH is. I haven’t done much more thinking about her yet buT I have realized that she and ty might connect bc if ty’s an errand runner then nora may hire her at some point :V