#comprehensible

would it

would it do anything

also after thinking about it long and hard for an hour i’ve decided chat can morph between being solid, liquid, and a gas and is often in between two of those states (hint: it’s not solid)

anyways headcanons i posted to the discord server shared w my friends

i want die is a 97 year old man who desperately craves for the sweet release of death but is being used as a vessel for the god (rt) that commands his actions and is often unable to die

all of rt’s kids (cupcake, gilbert, jefferson, and chat) feel a very familial connection to i want die because of rt directly commanding most of what he does

this is chalked up as “i want die’s fatherly aura” by all of them except for chat, who is the only one in the entire team that can actually see rt and as a result calls i want die their uncle

whenever chat screams for their dad i want die tends to respond tho (since rt communicates through him when him and chat are in the same room) so people assume chat sees him as their dad like the rest of his kids do but the people who’ve mentioned that to chat’s face are corrected

and then when asked who chat’s actually calling for when they scream for their dad, they just do a combination of giggling, sweating nervously, answering honestly, and shouting over itself as it changes the subject

why would you do this to me, actually? struggling to figure out what i might have done to deserve this level of emotional torment

what are my thoughts on welly boots and ciri? princess cirilla? the girl who lost her parents and then her grandparents and then her entire kingdom?

what do i think of her and one of the most gut-wrenching songs about loss i've ever heard? gut-wrenching in it's sweetness, in it's warm-hands-wiping-tears-from-your-cheeks, in it's i'm so proud of you?

a song sung by the person who's gone, who's still there to watch the person they left grow and live and make mistakes.

You were always strong / when you were young you'd kick things just to see if they would fall / they say "that girl, she's wrong" / but i'll stick up for you even if you havent got a clue / you haven't got a clue

"how could you leave me here?" you'll scream / and louder i'll scream back to you from that unknown / and say / i know you're strong enough to do this on your [own]

there's such an aching innocence to the beginning, the incoming storm, the loss of the welly boots, the promise to always be there as long as you're kind, "when you're cold / i'll wrap my scarf around you"

and then it just sinks into that sharper ache of loss, that begging for them to come back, to not leave, that promise that they'll always be there even if you can't see them.