I would love to see your Richas' (and any of the Brazilians' really) phone headcanons!! Super excited to see how different each phone is going to be! You are so talented :0
Omg hi again! Sorry these took awhile was doing some totally not rushed research lmao but I got the Brazilian line up! Welcome Richas, Bagi, Cellbit, Pac e Mike!
Qsmp Brazilian Comms Links Headcanons
The resident trickster, Richas!
Based on a DOCOMO D253IWM
The Wayfinder Queen, Bagi!
Based on a nokia 7260
The Cannibal we all know and love, Cellbit!
Based on a sony ericsson p1i
Mr Tazer himself, Pac
And Craft, Mike!
Both based on a t-mobile sidekick lx
Previously, the French Qsmp Comms,
Up next, Morning Crew and Late night Trio!
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You are a scientist. You like testing theories, making hypothesis. Working with dangerous materials that get you scolded. You are a scientist, and you are also a writer! You’ve swung at a few things before: sappy poems, work papers, crab, you’ve even attempted a horror short at Mirabelle’s inquiry. You’re favorite thing to write, though, are just basic letters.
You like to write letters. It's easier, to you, to write your thoughts on a piece of paper and hide it somewhere the recipient can find than to tell them what you think face-first. You’ve done it for years, long before you even came to the House to learn about the Change religion. A childhood habit that’s rolled over through your life like a wave on the sea.
So, of course, when time begins to loop, you write. Many, many letters. They all get lost to time when it twists back, and now, many loops in, that leaves a hole in your heart and a spot in your brain you can’t itch, for the words of each letter are mostly forgotten before you fight the King. It’s… fine, you guess? You can word things as many ways as you need to. Anything described can be described some more, after all.
For the first handful of loops, you wrote the same letters. Rather sappy, lovey things, your specialty. The furthest depths of your heart smeared onto a page for eternity, for you love and love and love, and you want those around you to know it.
Though as time trudges on, the same twenty four hours over and over in a nice single circuit built for it to run through, built by wishes and stars and twisted leaf-baring branches, so do your thoughts; therefore your letters move so, too, to adapt. More theoretical things. Questions. Ifs, ands ors buts and whys. Sadder ones after the bad loops, wailing and endlessly upset and mourning those who froze and those who were killed for standing in the King's way.
They get angrier as time goes on. More enraged. Wrath melts into the corners, edges fold and tear and warp under the weight. You stop delivering them, because you're here in this time loop hell to protect the ones you love, and you'd just make it worse if you gave them a letter like that.
You write a scathing letter, once. You write it after an absolutely abysmal loop, ending with blood and tears and probably the loudest you've ever screamed. It flows onto the page easily, and you leave it out on your desk, because you were hungry and hadn't eaten that loop with how beside yourself stressed you were.
Mirabelle finds it. Asks you, quite worried, if you're okay. You must've said something, and it had to be bad, because she flinched away from you like you'd tried to light her ablaze.
You panicked. Time looped.
Never again.
You hide them, after that. Shoved in your pillowcases or in piles of books, stacks of other papers. In the barrels. When you write only one or two you shove them in a bottle and push them to the back of your potions.
You're a shedding snake, a leopard changing its spots. Time is your prisoner and you are it's, and that melts into you as a human being until you are flesh and blood and twenty four hours that shouldn't continue.
Words spill from you, your mind, onto the page. You don't read them anymore. Just write and write and write, and tuck them away and pray no one finds them. You long for the days you could sit and write sappy love letters-- and sometimes, you still do them, but they're tinged with something, regret or rage or the absolute despair you feel, they're wrong, so they're tucked away as well. Letters just wrong, noticeably so. You’d be asked what’s wrong. Cornered. You can hear it now, “What’s wrong? What does this mean?” And all you can think of is the horrors you’ve seen.
One of these loops, whenever you get out, you expect to have a pile of ramblings with time-burnt letters and tear-stained edges. Whenever you get out, if there are any, you'll burn them. As a rite of passage, or something. A Change. Because time changed you, and the less people have to know about it the better. You can't get rid of your rotten voice or the tiredness in your bones or the way your brain has twisted to think, but you CAN get rid of letters.
You like to write. The horrors you write, of twisted time and dying and what being frozen in time is like— it can go. No one needs to know. No one WILL know. It’ll all fall on you, like every other crabbing thing in the time loops. And that’s okay, it’s enough.
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this is cringe as hell but the past week i've been part of this amrev community has been so so so much fun. everyone is so welcoming and i daresay i've started to form some connection with people i reblog/comment frequently, and it's been amazing! can't believe i've been missing out on this for years, so thank you!!
on a more humorous note it's extra amazing because i've tried to join other fandoms through twitter and never really got anywhere. publish a post, get... 3 likes? maybe if i'm lucky a comment or quote tweet? but here everyone seems so much more open to interacting, and it's a confirmation of something i've tried to deny about my character that the hellsite tumblr suits me perfectly.
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Ride 752: Preliminary battle!!
Pag 1
1: A “mountain” we have to overcome
He meant winning this race!!
2: Manami-san against the big shot of Chiba, the two-times national champion, the “Mountain King”!!
3: Yeah, it's a preliminary inspection for the Inter High
4: So in Kyuushu, huh!!
So exciting
5: It wasn't Kyuushu but Chiba, but......
Pag 2
1: This is the best possible “preliminary inspection”!!
Pag 3
2: Onoda said “got it”.....!!
3: Crap, their concentration rose up!!
4: Manami-san plans on going to the Inter High after beating the strongest!!
5: They both got up from their saddles....
Pag 4
1: And accelerated!!
Pag 6
1: They ran away in an instant!!
2: Onoda!!
Onoda-kun!!
3: Onoda-san!!
4:Ahhh what's going on....
A race against a guy from Hakone Academy!? We ran into him by chance!? And in like two minutes!? Suddenly!?
Pag 7
2: Manami-san!!
3: But....
Onoda-san and Manami-san's fated match-up....
Wow.....
4: I can see it so soon!!
Pag 8
1: It's going to be super good!! We have to see it!!
Let's chase them, Danchiku!! Hahaha
5: What, why aren't you moving, Danchiku....
What's going on, Naruko-san, Imaizumi-san
Why aren't you chasing them!?
Pag 9
1: No no, think about it, Kabu
Chasing those two on a mountain....
They're climbing seriously, right?
2: The two finalists on the mountain during the Inter High both last year and the year before
3: Guah!! I see
So we can't catch up!?
4: Even Danchiku!!
5: Well... then I guess we won't see it
Boring....
Yeah, we'll hear the results later
6: You're always impulsive from the start. Think more, use your head
Nah, I'm a genius haha
What's 500+8?
Easy, it's 580!!
Teh!?
Pag 10
1: “Teh”!?
No, wait- it's 508!!
You answered right away...
What, why are you looking at me with pity, it was just a simple slip of the tongue!
2: Huh?
I know a guy who says “teh”!?
3: From when I was in middle school....
4: I even talked about him earlier!?
5: No no no, it can't be
6: Calm down, I'm a cool guy
Let's assess Sohoku's strength now
Pag 11
2: Shara....!?
Teh...!?
3: If there's someone who can catch up to those two from here
5: Then that guy
6: In this year's Inter High's
Pag 12
1: He would be the on e to win.... huh!?
Pag 14
1: A mountain bike!?
2: What!?
3: A mountain bike.....!? Don't tell me that this guy is-
4: Waaaa!?
5: A bike fell
6: From the sky!!
Pag 15
1: Yon
4: The mountain bike, a mechanical bike with suspension made precisely for the off-road!!
5: Let me ask you one thing, yon
Pag 16
1: Who's this!?
This guy's huge!!
2: The guys running ahead
3: are Onoda-kun and his rival from Hakone Academy!?
Pag 17
2: What's up with this guy's pressure!!
That's.... right.....
Pag 18
1: Ryosei.....!? Gunma Ryosei....!!
2: Don't tell me you're-
Thanks-chai
3: Naruko, that guy-
4: A mountain bike!? What's with this guy's pressure!
This one really is a cool guy!!
5: I'll try to chase them, yon
Pag 19
1: Chase them!? Hahaha
Now, with a mountain bike!?
6: That guy is
Pag 20
1: The two-times champion of the MTB cross-country Inter High, Kiji Kyuui!!
Pag 21
4: For real!?
4: I'll chase them, yon
Pag 22
1: That's my impulse!!
2: That's the guy who right after founding the club and taking members in
3: won the prefectural qualifications with overwhelming power
And this year, as Gunma representative, will run
4: in the road racing Inter High!!
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