Willowison - WillowIsOn

if Locus City project didn’t get canceled i believe it would either kill me or give me scouse accent. i love you cuno

Every reblog is a strong smack to the ass I can feel it through the phone I promise :3

PHEWWWW fanart for @may--hawk 's AMAZING fic storms like these which is just. so good (LIKE ALL THEIR OTHER FICS-- seriously if you have not read them, i highly recommend all of them, especially Like a Song on a Policeman's Radio and From a Revacholian One-Bedroom Apartment)

Behold, the virgin Gamzee and their cherubs

He sure is direct, alright....

“Are we still friends?”

“You do not even remember my name”

Just imagine your ex-partner has completely erased you from his mind. Then, he goes up on stage to do karaoke, and after singing, he decides to dedicate the song to his new partner. I MEAN AGHHHHH

McDonald's in the 1970s

Raccacoonie

Had a lot of thoughts about Harry's wardrobe.

Descriptions in alt, my notes typed out below.

Image 1: Mid 20s

Gym teacher.

Around the time he met Dora. She finds his crooked jaw cute.

Kissed men while drunk at the club, but "This is manly and doesn't count as gay."

Posters of Contact Mike and Guillaume le Million in his apartment are not gay either. Harry just likes their physique.

Smokes hemp and sometimes drinks in the bars or clubs.

The last outfit is the one he met Dora in. Tight T-shirt for that muscle definition.

Image 2: Early 40s

~ Year '49 when he just started working with Jean.

Has a drinking problem, but "keeps it under control".

Drinks too much on Friday/Saturday nights and a little in the evening on weekdays.

"I can stop anytime & everyone drinks, it's normal."

Funny and charismatic, Jean likes to be around him and admires Harry to some extent.

Soon things will go south, but not now.

Less flashy clothes.

Lost some muscle and health problems are getting worse. Tries speed for the first time to help with the pain.

High-functioning depression/seasonal affective disorder?

Sometimes wears vibrant clothes, but within reason.

Gets worse in the winter.

Image 3: Autumn '50 - Winter'51

Washed out Disco star.

God, please take him to a good doctor.

Stopped caring about his clothes and appearance at this point.

Probably can't even dress for the weather because he's so wasted. Goes to work wearing a blazer in -15C and snowstorm. No winter boots, scarf or a hat. Jean has to keep an extra patrol cloak for him.

"Shitkid, if you freeze to death, I'm not digging your body out of the snow until spring comes."

Wears the first thing he picked up from the floor in the morning.

FUCKED UP BEETLE

PROBLEM

So you're having a totally fine day by all accounts and then it instantly goes to shit just because you pass by a fucked up beetle hidden in the grass. You've seen bugs dead all the time, so what. So what if its torn up wings and cracked shell definitely mean that some random kids fucked it up before it died. So what if your dad was drunk and high all the time and screamed at you and you fucked C over and you fuck everything up. SO WHAT. No amount of therapy or 'healthy coping mechanisms' or 'unpacking of trauma' will ever erase the ultimate truth underneath. You are intrinsically, hopelessly fucked.

-3 Volition: Fucked in the head

SOLUTION

You're going to wake up the next morning totally fine again. In fact, Harry's probably going to put some extra effort into making breakfast nice to cheer you up--which will actually kind of annoy you, but in a way that makes you feel all fuzzy and warm. Sure, you still get stuck in your head sometimes about sad shit, but you're dealing with it better and better, and the days where you actually feel like someone are beginning to far outnumber the days you don't. For now, you hug him a little bit tighter. You're safe now.

-1 Composure: Permanently a little bit fucked

+2 Volition: You're going to be okay

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VARIOUS CANDY WRAPPERS SPLAYED OUT ON THE TABLE: The label reads 'BLUE DREAM'. Unlike what its colour may suggest, it is not flavoured a blueberry or bubblegum, but vanilla.

[A red orb appears above Harry's head]

SHIVERS [Impossible: Success] - The air has been shifted ever so slightly. He's trying to breathe correctly, but blurs of thought keep flickering through his mind. This continued for the entire thirteen minute trek home.

PERCEPTION [Medium: Success] - A loud thunk rattles across the room as Cuno closes the door, he looks out of breath

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He's barely holding it together

CUNO - He looks up at you with a yelp, "Fuckin hell! Wasn't the pig supposed to be out investigating some shit?"

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - He didn't want you seeing him like this, answer his question, he'll leave if you ask him about it first.

1. "Did something happen?"

2. "You look like you ran a damn marathon kid, what's up?"

3. "I had to quickly come back to snag some important evidence for the case" (point to various candy wrappers)

CUNO - He scrunches his brow "That mean you're getting your ass outta Cuno's face soon?"

DRAMA [Easy: Fail] - Wow. He didn't even ask about the wrappers!

EMPATHY [Difficult: Success] - He doesn't want to be alone

1. "Did something happen?"

PERCEPTION [Difficult: Fail] - Cuno's hands tremble as he mumbles out a whisper of words you can't make out

1. Cuno?

[Harry reaches out to comfort him, but Cuno sees this and snaps at him]

CUNO - "NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENED ALRIGHT? THINGS HAVE BEEN FUUUCKIN PEACHY TODAY"

"CUNO GOT A FUCKIN A ON HIS ESSAY, ABSOLUTELY WENT DOWN ON A DELICIOUS FUCKIN KEBAB YA HEAR?

CUNO - He pauses. "Nothin fuckin happened today. It's all me. Cuno's the one thats all fucked up"

He starts choking up by the end of that,

(a yellow orb is seen above Harry's head as he looks at cuno breaking down [it's reaction speed])

Harry hugs him

CUNO - "Fuck"

KUUNO - He hugs back tightly