#headcon

Thank you so, so much for the ask. I'm ready excited about it.

Though you gave me something to think about, I hope it won't disappoint. You didn't say for which character, so I'd decided both :)

💪 What random skills are they weirdly proud off?

Cora

Holimoli, this one was difficult. I had like three M-rated skills instantly, but none other.

Here's the thing, I don't think Cora is a person who is particularly proud as a person. But that wasn't the question, it just made it harder. I like a challenge.

It's certainly not needlework. But again, not the question, although I have a very fun headcon about that.

Okay now let's get serious:

Cora lets very few people know, she just doesn't like people talking about her like that. She has a great balance. There's nothing that sways her easily. When she was younger she loved to balance over fallen tree trunks. Even once she's older if there's a chance for balancing and if only Robert's around she tries her hand at it.

There's no pavement too uneven and no dance move too dangerous, because her balance always kicks in. She always catches herself when she's about to twist her ankle or fall.

Except that one time. (I'm sorry I didn't mean to go there, it just happened).

Robert

(Disclaimer: Alcohol is a drug and harmful for everyone)

That being said, I feel like Robert is proud that he knows exactly how much alcohol his body can endure and know his limits. And, more importantly, knows exactly how much to drink in what situation - and fake being sober if needed (that he learned in Eton). He's never had a real hangover, either. It drives Cora mad and he secretly enjoys it, when she starts to get nervous that he has too much. But it never happens, he always stops right before he'd reach his limit.

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

(This was difficult because they were so much, from so many different stations in their life. I decided to do one from their youth and a Cobert one)

Cora

They were still living in Cincinnati. It was a cold day and Cora couldn't get warm, even with a thick fur blanket. They were on their way back home and the carriage ride didn't seem to end. When Isodore saw her shivering, he changed seats with Harold and took her on his lap. He told her to snuggle up and put the blanket back over them, then held her tightly in his arms until they got home. He even carried her in, right up to the fireplace.

Cobert memory:

Three months into their marriage. When they were going through and didn't split for the evening, Robert put his hand on the small of her back, while they walked into the library. Not stopping the conversation with James. It had been a fleeting moment, but enough to make her feel cared about.

Robert

He was a young lad, home for the holidays. He had snuck away, well not really, it was a gorgeous day and he decided to go for a walk without telling anyone about it. On the outskirts of the village were a couple of boys, playing cricket. He stood and watched them for a while. A little jealous that they seemed to have such a good time and he felt rather lonely.

Suddenly one of them looked up "Oy, we're short a player, you up?"

The boy asked not looking twice, apparently not knowing who he was. Not that Robert blamed him, puberty had hit him rather harshly in a short time. And to his shame, he knew his mother would be disappointed, he didn't know who the boy was either.

One of the other boys, from the looks of it, it could be Billy Turner, wanted to reprimand the other boy for inviting the viscount like that, but before he could, the young Crawly had nodded and ran over there enthusiastically.

"Your mum force you to wear your Sunday bests?" A boy, he didn't know either, asked when he saw his clothes.

Robert guessed they were visitors, maybe cousins of the young William Smith who lived a couple of housee down the road. They looked similar at least. Marcus, he was pretty at least that it was Markus Holland, wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, but Robert just laughed and took the bat. "Something like that. Hi, I'm Robert. Whose turn is it?" He tried to bring the conversation back to the game and it worked. And suddenly he had spent his whole afternoon playing Cricket and joking around with other boys, who didn't know or had forgotten about his status. He had to run back to the house and got in trouble for disappearing like that, but it didn't matter.

Even decades later, when he sees one of the men he smiles to himself. He doubts they remember that one particular afternoon, for him it's a core memory of his childhood.

It was one of the few times, apart from being with Cora, that he felt completely like himself when he was with other people.

Cobert memory:

It had been a dreadful dinner. And Robert wanted to be anywhere but at this table, in this house. It was the first time he was sitting at the middle of the table, Cora opposite of him and they were Count and Countess. It was too soon and he was not ready. But then she caught his eyes and nodded at him with a soft smile on her lips. It was enough encouragement he needed to get through the dinner.

That's it, that's the post.

(submitted ask on another blog!! for @piecanl)

okay but what if q!tubbo died.

okay but what if he died saving sunny.

okay but what if he died giving Sunny his last heart because he was still on a two-heart system.

okay but what if he died because of an accident. Any kind of accident. Deaths are tragedies, in which both when he died in a tragic accident or died in the most normal way. His deaths are unnoticeable if you haven't checked because he always came back the same. Although it became a little bit off. They moved on. Tubbo moved on. His heart didn't.

okay but what if he died because he didn’t want to use anything to heal because he thought dying and then reviving was faster than chugging down a whole golden apple. He doesn’t care anymore. He is numb. He is on one heart. He threw himself in the machine so he could have a quick death because several seconds later he was back revived on his bed.

(he ignored his twisted and gruesome corpses lying around the machine)

(he uses them to power the machines when coal isn’t sufficient. He now wash the machines twice a day to make sure Sunny won't find out.) (She did. She didn't tell him.)

okay but what if it is actually an accident. Everyone thought he wore armour. He didn’t. Someone one-tapped him playfully and when they realized he was long gone.

okay but what if he doesn’t die. What if he was forced to live until everyone else died and everyone left, but he, and him alone, remained on the island. The buildings were demolished, the ponds polluted, and legends said he was still working on the avocado toast machine because it fucking broke again.

(he had no one to feed the avocado toast to. He ignores the thought and pretends there is someone else. He feeds to the polished, preserved signs on the ground, on the walls, on his machines.)

okay but what if he lived. Not forever, but long enough the islanders came to a realization that he doesn’t really age. What if the federation realized he doesn’t really age - yet - because now he doesn't age anymore. There is a difference between a long-lived life and an immortal. Similar in pain, yet different nonetheless. He wasn't ready.

okay but what if he died but no one knows, because no one remembers him, lost in the swirls of the time-traveling machine evermore. He wasn't there in the past, nor the present or future. His daughter is safe, safe in the past, safe in the clutches of the islander's past lives that he knew 'he' hadn't met. He isn't safe, because time swallowed him whole. A price paid for trespassing a realm that no mortal should step in.

okay but what if he died because a sin for a sin, a cage for a cage.

(he doesn't know what sin did he commit - he burned down a world, an alarm always ringing at the back of his head, a prison that has no escape.)

(he doesn't know what cage was he trapped in - a yellow-and-black concrete, on a stage, a firework, and a festival.)

(he knows now.)

okay but what if he just doesn’t want to live anymore. No one can stop him from dying. He planned the plan meticulously, no one found out - Sunny did, but it was too late. He died in the water - blue was always his favourite color. Or he was frozen to death, but this time no one came to dig him out of the ice cave. He was sinking to the bottom before anyone realized what was happening. Guess the will he made long ago did have some use.

(blue is a lovely color. deathbringer, coach.)

okay but what if no one attended his own funeral except his ghost left on the island, because no one knew. He buried his corpse, he wrote his own scripts, he placed his own flowers. It was thousands of blocks away from the explored land, so it made sense no one came.

links father was in love with the queen longe before she meet rhoam, they also had some kind of princess and knight thing going on but it was to late and know his own son has the change.

I’ve been arguing with my friends about how vampire diaries and twilight has...funny physics and uhm totally logical stuff in it. And the it hit me-

Vampires need to brush their teeth because if they don’t, the blood they’ve drunken would clog up in the gums-which in turn would eventually lead the teeth to fall out.

So now I just imagine a vampire biting a human and they’re just like

“Aaah that hur- wait do you use colgate?”