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"Your choice of colour is impeccable, by the way. Is there anything I can do for you?"
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I saw someone in my reblogs saying that they were yearning for 19th century rusame. Then I shall deliver.
Part 2 to this post!

The above comic was created when I was compiling my notes into a coherent text. On some frames I got reallly lazy, sorry ( ̄ω ̄) the last sketch in the end I initially thought to put in the comic but scrapped it, and just coloured as a bonus.
Once more, I apologize if it was confusing to read the speech bubbles from left to right and vice versa. Just couldn't figure out the better flow of dialogue cause those ( ・ω・)👆fellas were constantly spinning in a circle. It's not because I drew them that way/j
As promised, this one is about Alaska.
I'm not like the other creators, I don't think there was some form of humanization of that region/////highly joking. Okay, now serious. I've read multiple fanfics (who hasn't) about rusameamerus sort of lovechild, but it didn't sit well with me. Don't know why. But, you do you! \( ̄▽ ̄)/
Basically, this is it. I interpret Alaska in the hetalia universe settings as no more than just a piece of land.... however. One thing that always confused me is the selective humanization of Japan's prefectures, which opens up a whole other can of worms (they even appear in the Gangsta AU!).. This could mean that all other countries have their corresponding administrative divisions turned into a bunch of people. Or Japan's just special (o˘◡˘o) I tell myself the latter. I remember the good ol' days when citytalia was a thing. Or still is....
Got carried away.
I should say that this post is just history. Not really headcanons.
I will refer to the information from E. H. Zabriskie's "American-Russian Rivalry in the Far East".
Before Alaska was officially colonized, a few random people visited it several times. The first Russians to discover the Alaskan Peninsula from Siberia were the sailors of Semyon Dezhnev’s 1648 expedition. There is an assumption that some of the sailors, after the shipwreck of one of the kochas (sailing and rowing vessels), could have landed on the American coast and founded the first settlement of Kyngovey, which turned out to be unviable (um... Alaskan Roanoke...?). It was discovered for the Old World in 1732 by a Russian expedition led by Mikhail Spiridonovich Gvozdev and Ivan Fedorov. For more than a century, Russian subjects had carried on a lively fur trade in the Alaskan region. Initially, it was developed not by the state, but by private individuals (almost the same as British India). However, starting in 1799, it was developed by a specially established monopoly – the Russian-American Company (RAC), which was given exclusive fishing and trading privileges on the American coast as far south as 51 degrees (half of Canada) north latitude for a period of twenty years. In 1824, seeking favorable relations with the US, Alexander I agreed to the Russo-American Treaty (the first formal agreement between the two countries). In the treaty, Russia limited its claims to lands north of parallel 54°40′ north and also agreed to open Russian ports to US ships entering the Bering Sea.
The company was founded to serve Imperial Russia's economic interests and to compensate for the loss of the Amur under the Treaty of Nerchinsk in 1689 (i.e., lack of any influence in the Asian region).
And I must say, in no way am I condoning the destruction and impoverishment of Alaska Native people. I'm just stating some facts that one might find interesting.
In the early 19th century, Russia generated revenue from the fur trade in Alaska, but by mid-century, it began to appear that the costs of maintaining and protecting this remote and geopolitically vulnerable territory would outweigh the potential profits.
The purchase of Alaska was the next important step in American-Russian relations. Before the middle of the century, the US had shown occasional interest in the Alaskan territory. Cause there were rumorrssssss about lots and lots of gold, coal, copper, and other vital minerals in Alaska (which were true), and, if they were found, the history of the California gold rush could repeat itself. Therefore, the RAC should lay low.
During the Crimean War, the Russian Empire feared that the Alaskan colonies and merchant fleet would be attacked by British forces located in Canada, so it arranged for the fictitious sale of its ships to the private American-Russian Commercial Company (ARTCC) of San Francisco, which imported ice to California (yeah, it was a thing). The main reason for selling was the remoteness of the land and the inability to defend it in case of an attack. The best solution was to sell it to the Americans to improve diplomatic relations.
Formally, the proposal to sell came from the Russian envoy to Washington, Eduard de Stoeckl, but the initiator of the deal this time was Grand Duke Konstantin Nikolaevich (the younger brother of Alexander II), who first voiced this proposal in the spring of 1857 in a special letter to the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Russia, Alexander Mikhailovich Gorchakov. Gorchakov supported the proposal. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs was limited to studying the issue, and it was decided to postpone its implementation until the expiration of the RAC's privileges in 1861. The issue then temporarily became irrelevant due to the Civil War in the United States. There were also problems with determining the price, sometimes too little, sometimes too much, but in the end, both sides agreed on $7.2 million in 1867. Whatever the motives were that underlay the Alaskan transaction, both powers were well pleased with the bargain. The proceeds from the sale were spent primarily on purchasing resources for Russian railway transport (Transsib).
(those sketches are like a year or more old. So that's why they're a bit wonky. Either way, I wanted to include them)
#hetalia#hws#aph#rusame#amerus#hws america#aph america#hws russia#aph russia#sketch#Prussia's looking longingly at both of his exes#the squiggles are there cause I enjoy doodling them and to fill empty space#just give me a slight reason to do a mile long post on harumachi and I will do it#there are other characters but I don't think it's important to tag them too
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Modern/real world/college au with Ace, slightly expanding on his narcolepsy, since I find that a really interesting and underappreciated part of his character (and the condition should have more awareness overall), maybe ooc, not proofread
This is what I used as a reference for writing narcolepsy.
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Portgas D. Ace had an interesting relationship with sleep.
He had narcolepsy, so of course he would.
He had always tried to hide it, but there was only so many times he could blame late nights for his random bouts of sleep, especially to his best friend.
"Ace? I know you're tired, but class is over, we have to go..." your gentle hand shook his shoulder softly.
"Mmmm," he groaned, stretching. "Don't worry, I'm coming, I'm coming..."
"You really should get more sleep. Please, it worries me to see you like this. You need to take care of yourself."
"I'm sorry, I will, there's just all these late shifts, and you know the whole thing with my roommate skipping out on rent, and running, and-"
"Yes, Ace, I know, but I still want you to try. Come over tonight, we can just relax, maybe my bed will be more comfortable. I have trouble falling asleep, but I just got a nice mattress recently."
Ace tried not to blush. "You, uh, want me to sleep in your bed?"
You noticed his bewildered expression. "It's not.... y'know what, take it as you like. If you ask nice enough, I might get in too."
"You- you'd sleep with me?! I-" Ace turned a bright pink colour, but couldn't seem to turn his face away, though he desperately wanted to. "NO, NO, that's not what I meant. I-"
"For a guy who can hardly be convinced to wear a shirt, it doesn't take a lot to make you blush," you teased with a soft giggle.
"You're awful!" Ace groaned, hiding his face in his hands to attest how true his statement was.
"See you at 6?"
He sighed, but couldn't help his small smile. "I get to pick the movie. And we're ordering the good pizza."
"Only if you don't pick one of those cliche action movies. They're so boring."
"They're action movies, the whole point is that they're not boring." he laughed as you left to your next class.
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"I'm cold!" you sighed theatrically, reaching for the blanket, and eyeing Ace as if he might snatch it.
"I'm nice and warm, if you're interested in cuddling," he joked, reaching for the blanket just to bother you.
After a second, you stand up, and sit yourself into his lap. Maybe he wouldn't offer it next time if he didn't mean-
"Ace?"
Ace seemed to fall backwards on the couch, almost like he had gone limp when you sat on him.
You scrambled to get off, and moved to the side. "I'm sorry, I don't- are you okay?!"
"Mmm, just, ah, feeling a bit faint is all..." he mumbled, not sitting up yet.
"I... is there anything you need? More water? A snack? Should we just go to sleep now, if you're not feeling well?"
"Uhh, I mean, I'll take a snack, if you're offering," he grinned up at you, though the grin looked more lazy than usual.
"Pantry raider," you scoff in mock astonishment, while you go get some water, and chips for him.
When you come back, he's back up again, and accepts the food gratefully.
"You're sure you're alright?"
"Yes, I'm sure. You're so cute when you worry about me"
"I- I wouldn't have to worry about you if you took better care of yourself."
"... yeah... sorry..."
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That night you watched him fall asleep, even before you, in your bed.
You laid on the other side, but could still feel the neat emanating from his body.
Ace had always run a little hot.
He was a little hot in the other way too.
In the morning, you woke up first, and served him breakfast. It was some pancakes and scrambled eggs.
"Wow, all this for me? You must love me!"
"In your dreams," you rolled your eyes.
After the meal, you both hung out a little, working on some homework (you mostly, while he spent his time distracting you).
But, he fell asleep again.
There was no way it was lack of sleep, not after you had just seen him sleep a good nine hours not too long earlier.
Still, you wouldn't disturb his rest, not if he needed it.
After 15 or so minutes, he came around again.
"Ace... why do you keep falling asleep? Don't lie to me again."
"It's stupid, forget about it..."
"No, Ace. I'm worried about you..."
After staring at him with pleading eyes, he sighed, and gave in.
"I'm narcoleptic." Ace admitted, blushing slightly. He felt vulnerable now, he didn't usually tell people something like this.
"Wait, what?" You didn't expect that.
"I have narcolepsy" he reiterated.
"I... yes, Ace, thank you, I think I got that part." You roll your eyes. "I... I don't know.... what do you need from me?"
"It's when- huh? What do I need from you?"
"How can I help? Do you have any, like, accommodations you need? Why didn't you tell me before, this would have made so much more sense."
".... I...." Ace seemed at a loss. He hadn't ever been asked what he wanted, it was always 'well, even so, you still need to do this' or something like that. "I suppose maybe don't wake me up when I'm sleeping?"
"Yeah, got it. Hey, stop blushing, you shouldn't be embarrassed."
"I'm not, it's just... you're being really nice right now..."
"Tch, maybe I'm just plotting to rob your wallet while you're asleep."
"So sassy."
"Shut up, or I really will rob you."
"Why don't you steal my heart while your at it?" he chuckled.
"I might just do that. Hearts go for a high price on the black market."
"You twist my words so!"
#anime and manga#x reader#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece ace#portgas d ace#portgas ace x reader
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—HAIKYU!! various ; better in the dark

a/n ; [gn!reader] how deep is your love pt 2???!?!! AND YES!! the title is a tv girl reference :3c please dont let this flop!! praying that all the ppl who found pt 1 found this 🥹🩷 tysm for all the notes everyone!! <3
— characters : akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna
part 1 ! ♡ oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo
tea roses !

keiji akaashi ; tip toe - HYBS
THIS MAN. he will take you out on absolutely BEAUTIFUL dates. they are scheduled and well thought out, all without you knowing. knows what you like, can predict what you order, where you will sit or do, and KNOWS how to fluster you effortlessly. UNSPOKEN RIZZ AT ITS FINEST YOUR HONOUR!!
at one point he had to resort to the notes app to write what you're like but had realised he had subconsciously memorised all of it by heart. deleted it and still knows you like the back of his hand!!
weirdly knows how to pick the best candles.
the warm, nostalgic smelling ones. candles that are the perfect dash of nostalgia, that feel comforting and warm. i wonder if its in the brain or an instinct thing
for anniversaries or literally just whenever, he makes paper flower bouquets. they are so intricate and every little detail, colour and fold makes it so perfect. in-between classes or when he finishes work early, he'll be nonchalantly folding another smaller flower for the arrangement. he does it so effortlessly too 😭!!
sometimes likes to fiddle with your fingers especially if you wear rings. one of the only and very sweet moments of PDA!! gently rubs his fingertips over your knuckles and tracing all the lines. i need an akaashi keiji in my life
will send you the most beautiful, heart-wrenching and mesmerising poems at an insane hour. you'll wake up with a couple paragraphs about how important healing or taking one step at a time is, making sure you fall in love with yourself everyday too. (please do)
kozume kenma ; cherry wine - grentperez
facinated by painted nails. on holidays he might paint them black, or maybe get a little cat sticker on his index!! pick the colour he'll love it either way
cherishes your little trinkets so much 😞 polaroid of you two and stickers on the back of his phonecase, keeps some of the random stuff you give him in his pocket. you could find a rock you gave him like 3 months ago but he kept it because you said it reminded you of him??
perfectly able and capable to order things by himself, but you know he isn't the type of guy to actually seem to WANT to do it. he is too lazy to actually get up but not lazy enOUGH when it comes to you. he might hide behind you. "HE SAID NO PICKLES!!"
CRAZY beef with your plushies. or anything you hold dear honestly. he can and will get pouty. BEWARE!! you must give him a lil' kiss to earn his attention back. (loves the forehead ones)
sometimes he forgets or just doesn't want to eat. it will get to the extent where you have to spoon feed him,,please remind and encourage him to ! eating, sleeping... just can't do it without a little push.
does this thing with his hands when you cross the road. i don't wanna say grabby hands because its pretty cringe, but it is definitely grabby hands. has no idea why he does it but its such a sweet and small gesture╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ !
cat parents but not exactly cat parents? 🤔 you found this stray cat once, and started visiting it everyday on the way to school. you cared for it, and when kenma picked that up he was also instantly fond of it too. now you both kinda feed it your leftover lunch when you visit the cat after school.. he's so precious with the little cat ueue.. take pictures before the moment fleets!
has the date you two met written on his controller... (he was so hesistant at first though LMAO)
shinsuke kita ; old love - yuji, putri dahlia
uses your initial for math variables. he'll use x or y sometimes, but his first option is ALWAYS your initial. you found this out on a study date once, math talk blablabla and he uses to what seems to you a 'random letter' NO. it is your initial!! 😞 when you ask he seems unfazed, but his ears are pretty red... idk guys i think he wants you
one of the people that make you stiffen up when they get physical. when he lays his head on your shoulder you instantly freeze up, trying not to move a BONE so you won't disturb him. it's like muscle memory to you LMAO.
really pretty, long lashes... if you've read part one, oikawa and tsuki are very similar :0!! loves when you graze his lashes with the back of your index finger
like akaashi, learnt how to make flowers but they're crochet 🥹 i think growing up his grandma had taught him how to crochet and all the little patterns. overtime, dedicated himself to making an arrangement every anniversary... they come with little heartfelt letters too!! (kita boyfie material COME HOME!!)
very routinal as well!! like kuroo (he is the full package) he never misses a morning or night to say good morning or good night. AND he places sticky notes around your desk or places he knows you'll be in reminding you to smile or something along those lines !!
what took the cake for me was when he left a little bag filled with goodies once he realised atsumu was sick 😣 definitely does the same for you... sends bag with a bowl of hot soup his grandma made at your front door
eita semi ; i wish you roses - kali uchis
weirdly immersed in the painting of nails as well. sometimes he'll ask you to paint his in black but he got dress-coded a week later 😓 SIKE gives NO shat and kept them on anyway. they are way too valuable to him to just erase. nails done in a simple colour he likes?? by his s/o?? wiped off?? very funny shiratorizawa
i think + the neighborhood, he likes tv girl, kendrick lamar, childish gambino but has a duality of laufey and beabadoobee's bedroom pop and fuzzy rock??
sick of people making arctic monkeys his personality 😞 musicians arise!! apart from the VBC, hes probably in a band too. small gigs here and there for school, and a few fun sessions with his friends just to play whatever. come to his gigs! (sometimes he'll magically play 10x better when you're around, he says)
share earphones with him PLEASE. on rainy bus rides or walks home, he'll play something you like hehe c:
takes you out to the mall closest to shiratorizawa to go pick up some fast food or a drink. it usually gets really crowded from all the surrounding schools so he keeps you close by the waist
and obviously the basic, will sit with you and teach you the basics of bass or electric guitar. i think he'd play a bit of percussion too (о´∀`о) sometimes he'll take you into his lap, but thats when he feels pretty clingy but very discreetly!!
tobio kageyama ; what would i do? - strawberry guy
please don't try to flirt with him he WON'T UNDERSTAND!!!! *gunshots*
if you say literally anything that isn't directly stating your point, he will not get it. using metaphors or just figurative language in general he is STRUGGLING. you need to say, "you're pretty." because things like "i fall in love with you every day" or "i'll find you in every universe" he will actually look at you BAFFLED. please help this man
thinks about what YOU would do. like when he is in doubt or feels like he's about to lash out, he will take a moment and literally ask himself what you'd do or say. even in tests or something completely unrelated to you he will literally ask himself what you would put in the answer box !!
face scrunch when he gets jealous ! he kinda has a lil' pout but can't bring himself to say anything. when you finally notice him he'll have this lil' (๑ˋ^ˊ ๑) face... please kiss his eyelid or the corner of lips cuz HE HAS TOO MANY PRETTY BOY PRIVILEGES!! (and he'll get flustered it's the cutest) revoke them THIS instant!!
his favourite type of kisses are the ones where you'll push his hair back and give him a forehead kiss. he'll take you in by the waist and keep you close, he likes to listen to your heart because you have his. when he feels clingy, he'll nuzzle his head into your shoulder. what a dork
will attempt to find you at his games pre and post timeskip. before the game he will try to make it not look frantic but one of his members eventually catch on 😞
rintarou suna ; SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK - joji
camera roll is either 0.5's of the most jaw dropping, majestical sunsets and sunrises that he's experienced with you or literally anytime the sky is feeling a little different (if he's not with you at the time he WILL send them to you at either 5am or 7pm saying it reminded him of you) or the CRAZIEST 0.5's of you losing sanity or of you off guard. its wild blackmail material but he chooses not to LMAO. (because of the love in his heart, he says)
has a little photo album for you and anything you related!! he also takes the best candid photos of you and post them on close friends!! (´∀`)
no. #1 victim of couple tiktok trends. pretends and looks like he doesn't like it, but doesn't want it to end. once you press post he will stare you down with his beautiful ahh olive hazel eyes (he wants more)
last one on the social med side, he mentions you in posts with your initials all the FLIPPIN' TIME!! his dedication is quite endearing
on days where everything becomes overstimulating, he will notice. will eye you for a while, but once he knows when it gets to a certain extent he will hand you an earphone.
anyone who says suna is an arctic monkey's listener is a LIAR I SAID IT I SAID IT!!!!! *more gunshots* JOKES he probably has a couple of their songs in his playlist, but i personally think he's more tyler the creator coded. people who get it get it (avril lavigne sk8r boi? keshi beside you? definitely)
hot adams apple

#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu drabble#akaashi x reader#kenma x reader#kita x reader#semi x reader#kageyama x reader#suna x reader
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Hooogh I’ve had this in my wips for a while and finally finished it. Untitled Skids x reader because it’s almost 2am and I just want to post it I can’t faff about deciding on a title right now lol
SFW, GN reader
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“Skids! You made it!” You exclaim, arms open as Skids enters your habsuite.
“How could I pass up spending time with you?” He throws you a lazy smile before taking a look around the room. He notices what appears to be a workstation set up on the desk with some materials you’d been gradually collecting from various planets the Lost Light had stopped at on its travels. “Er, what, exactly, is this by the way? Some kind of experiment?”
You break out into a grin as you tell him to sit down and switch to his holo avatar, then start explaining. How you remembered him saying he doesn’t have any hobbies because he gets bored of things once he masters them, and that got you thinking, what if there’s a skill no one can truly master? You’re not sure about Cybertronians but humans have been arguing about and striving to perfect different art forms for centuries, so, why not start with painting?
Now in his avatar, Skids joins you on the desk to inspects your materials. It’s nice of you to think of him like this, but it’s only a matter of time before his brain starts piecing things together and he gets restless for something else to do. At least it’s an excuse to spend time with you.
“Now, I know what you’re thinking,” You interrupt Skids’s train of thought, patting his avatar’s shoulder. “You’ll just master painting like you have with all your other skills. But I want you to go into this with no examples or references. Paint something from the heart. Or, uh, spark, in your case. You know what I mean.”
“From the spark.” He turns to face you, raising an eyebrow. Still not fully convinced, but interested.
“… I’m going to explain the basic properties of oil painting so you don’t destroy any of my stuff by accident and then turn you loose on a canvas. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like you’re throwing me in at the deep end.”
“And when has that ever been a problem for you?”
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You’re hard at work directly opposite him, having arranged the easels so that he ‘couldn’t cheat’ by watching your own creative process, but Skids has no idea where to start. Self expression does not come easily to mechs that have been fighting for millions of years. Staring at the colours you had set out for him, he picks one at random and squeezes it onto the palette. He’ll just make something up as he goes and say it’s abstract expressionism.
What started out as picking colours at random has turned into something far more methodical and an exercise in frustration. There’s something in the back of his mind that he can’t quite remember but as he smears another streak of orange across the canvas the memory feels more tangible, only for it to evade him just as he feels like it’s within reach. Swapping out brushes for palette knives, he builds up layers of texture, carving out shapes in some areas and spreading paint around in others.
Ready to take a break, you drop your brush in a jar of turpentine and walk over to see how Skids is doing. “Woah. It’s like staring into a pool of magma.” You can’t quite put your finger on it, but something about the painting makes you uneasy. “A little unsettling when you look at it for too long though, don’t you think?”
“Unsettling?” Taking a step back, he frowns as he wipes off the palette knife in his hand. That hadn’t been his intention. He kind of sees what you mean though. In a sea of oranges and yellows so bright they almost glow against the dark background, right in the centre there’s some marks that look like part of a face in the midst of an inferno. He hadn’t put a face there on purpose, but now he’s spotted it, he can’t unsee it.
“It’s not a bad thing.” You murmur. “Are you alright though? You looked pretty intense earlier.”
“Nah, I’m fine.” He can feel his head starting to hurt. “Using a holo-matter for too long can really wear a guy out, though. Time to call it a day?”
“Oh, god,” checking the time, you realise several hours have passed. “We’ve been working for a while, huh?”
“It’s no bother,” He says, avatar dissipating. It takes a moment before his optics switch back on and he continues speaking. “Really, It was interesting. We should do this again. Now how about you clean yourself up and we head to Swerve’s?”
You look at your hands and down at your clothes, marred with paint stains. “Sounds like a plan. Give me 10 minutes.”
#macaddam#mtmte skids x reader#skids x reader#transformers x human#transformers x reader#transformers mtmte x reader#no editing i am fighting for my life rn
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Messing with the colour palette of my Deuce design like I said I would. I determined there was unfortunately too much green going on, so I've decided to give him the lovely caramel brown skin tone I envision him with and I think it's already looking better. Plus I actually really like that in g1 he is half normie, so I am inclined to include that with my version of him.
We'll see if I end up making any more changes to him later, but for now you may enjoy this roughly coloured doodle (yes it's a reference to Dandadan, shhhh)
This sketch is actually part of a bigger thing that I'll probably post at some point, just gotta figure out if I wanna colour it all or not (probably not cuz it's a lot and I'm lazy)
#fanart#digital art#traditional art#kirche rambles#g1 monster high#monster high#g3 monster high#deuce gorgon#jackson jekyll#jackson x deuce#deuce x jackson#i may be cringe but at least i am free
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Donnie! Mikey Leo Raph
AU Mastapost
Design Notes under the cut!
All poses are references to the show (and the hoodie ofc)
I went into these designs with the ones I had the most ideas for first, but despite that, I still really like how Don turned out! I gave him a star motif to match Mikey’s heart motif, bc if Mikey’s the heart of the team Donnie’s the star of the show
I wanted him to look similar to Leo and splinter (as a human), so I made their faces basically the same with the exception of don’s nose, which I made similar to Mikey’s, because pb&j are probs my fav duo ever. I changed the colours (duh) and scrapped the birthmarks (also duh) because I didn’t want Donnie and Leo to just have the same colours?? I’m actually really happy with that decision, I think it makes the brothers look distinct while still similar. Raph and Donnie both have yellow eyes tho, because I’m a sucker for Brains and Brawn (THEY DESERVED MORE SCREEN TIME). Don didn’t get the eyelashes (a tragedy).
The visor functions like his goggles, but looks like Lou Jitsu’s glasses because AUGHHTHRGHEJHGJBGRHBVFHBR THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THOSE TWO MAN AUGHGHFHH EVEN MIKEY CAN SEE IT
I headcanon that Don has makeup and wears it sometimes, usually when he’s going somewhere he deems important. Mystic library? Important. Krang Invasion? He’s gonna look snatched af. Reconciling with his robot son? Nothing has ever been more important. Camping? Nah. Not worth it.
Also, with the one where he’s holding the stick, his nails are chipped because he’s camping. It’s the Todd scouts episode. I’m funny as fuck.
He gets a big ol’ backpack in place of his battleshell, and I imagine it’s be sagging with the amount of random but vaguely useful tech (why do you have an ice cooler in there??). I think it’d make him feel calmer to have a significant amount of his tech on him at all times (I know it would make me feel that way if I were him). The only reason I didn’t put it on the other designs was because a) laziness and b) it’d clutter the designs.
Soundproof headphones (with the star ofc) - he probably has them blasting shitty techno music on low volume half the time. Would this get overwhelming? For me, yes. For him? He’d just turn up the volume to block out the other noises if it did! Genius. It doesn’t matter if he can’t hear the life or death situation around him.
Like all his brothers, he has matching friendship bracelets! One for the mad dogs, one with just Mikey (because Mikey was the one who made them. Speaking of Magic Mike, you can’t convince me Mikey doesn’t beg Donnie to let him paint his nails purple. (Also their gloves match bc I thought it’d be cute).
He has tattoos that look like his markings because he looked at Leo and Mikey and be upset that he also didn’t get vitiligo markings. Or smthn. Maybe he’d paint them on? I mean it doesn’t really matter that much because he’s usually wearing his hoodie?? He’s just extra ig
Also, over time he’d alter the hoodie to look more and more like the purple dragons’ jackets because he dreams of getting another one.
I think he’d either get the bandana as a joke gift from Leo, or it’d be (a part) of his baby blanket. Either way, he’s uber attached to it and wears it in high stress situations bc it makes him feel calmer (similar to the backpack I think).
I gave him just the most extra boots for no reason. This was a conscious decision I made. Why? I truly could not tell you. Originally, I was gonna give him the same ones as Leo (push that twin rhetoric amirite), but I realise that the fit I gave Leo with those boots was the only one he didn’t look like he styled himself, meaning Don would’ve given Leo his boots, but DONNIE WOULD NEVER. He wouldn’t eat food off the floor, let alone give his sweaty, stinky bro his shoes??? I scrapped that idea, but I do like the idea of Leo stealing Donnie’s boots and Don just letting him keep them for sanitation’s sake.
I see a lot of mock turtleneck Donnie fanart (both turtle and human lol), so I gave him a sleeveless mock turtleneck (mostly to show off his markings).
The vest was supposed to look like his plastron (? Carapace? The front bit. Still not sure why he has that, he’s supposed to be a softshell? They don’t have that??)
Also gloves. Idk it seemed in character. I don’t think we ever see him without his hands half covered??
I think that’s all byeeeeee
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Please talk about polka dot neopets! Personally i dislike that they seem to have forgotten Aisha’s antennae and made elephante look diseased lol
Polka dot is a bit of a mess of a colour. I do like the circus-y vibes it gives off, but I also think it's a bit too similar to spotted. The uniform dots and multiple colors on a white base make it at least somewhat different, but there's a good amount of overlap between the two and they are kind of similar. Most importantly, however, I just think that polka dot tends to have a lot of issues. Specifically:
There's too many colors—I counted and I think there's at least 7. This makes everything less coherent, not helped by the fact that none of the colors go well together. 3–4 colors that all work together would've been much better; maybe even change the palette for each pet or something.
The dots don't actually warp with the body shape, which is lazy and flattens the pets significantly.
They might have done this to avoid the colour being too similar to spotted, but the lack of size variation in the dots makes a lot of pets look very busy.
TNT seems uncertain on how to handle accents. Looking at the above, sometimes the entire pet is polka-dotted (Zafara), sometimes it has some accent colors while the rest is polka-dotted (Bruce), and sometimes the pet uses both an accent color and plain white (Yurble). For the record, the Yurble option looks the best and tends to be the lest busy.
The color is also confusing because sometimes they use it to make real-life animals, which only further blurs the line between it and spotted, as that colour also did the exact same thing. Personally, I would rather TNT just finally make a "naturalistic" paint brush and leave the polka-dot pets more standardized (though with that said, the real-life polka dot pets can look good sometimes).
Polka dot was released after customization, so there's no old art or styles to discuss.
Favorite Species:
Ruki: While this could've easily been a spotted pet, the polka dot Ruki being a ladybug is delightful regardless. The simplified palette and variable dot sizes help it a lot, and I like the dark accents, which keep it from getting too busy. Plus, it's just a cute concept.
Elephante: Going to have disagree with the asker on this one. While I do get how people can think it looks sick, it's actually based on this guy from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, which I think is a nice shoutout:
Even if one didn't get the reference, I think the simple one-color dots are very nice, and the sizing and placement are good. The palette is coherent and I like the slightly off-white base. I can get why people don't like it, but it works for me.
Hissi: The Hissi isn't too remarkable among polka dot pets, but I do think it looks pretty decent. I don't think it's perfect—the underbelly would've been better blank/white, and some of the spot colors vibrate—but the soft pastel markings and slightly off-white base color make this one work just a little better than your standard polka dot pet.
Least Favorite Species:
Shoyru: I had a few contenders for this spot, namely the polka dot Kacheek and Vandagyre. However, the Kacheek got an alternate body paint release that was basically TNT fixing the color, so I'll give it a pass, and I thought the Shoyru was just a bit uglier than the Vandagyre (though not by much).
Anyway, the polka dot Shoyru just has so many weird decisions made with it. Why are the tail and wings different colors when they're part of the main body? Why did they choose such a gross combo of dark green and mustard yellow as the accent colors? Why is the eye red instead of yellow? The best I can say is that the core body looks fine enough.
#also anon I have no idea what you're talking about re: aisha ears. both pairs look fine to me?#neopets#ruki#elephante#hissi#shoryu#polka dot#neopet reviews#ask#Anonymous
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i literally loved the tattoo artist!sirius fic you wrote it was literally pure gold!!
if you take requests could i request a James Potter x reader where reader works at the record store and he is a regular— some romance after a while of the two exchanging small talk :3 thought that would be cute!
ill just put 🐙anon whenever i make a request
i. flirt
james potter/gn!reader
thank you so much for your request! and i’m glad you enjoyed my sirius fic. i might write a second part if it is asked for ♥️ (1.3k)
caution. flirty (cringy) james, reader is nervously whipped(?), bastard cat, uncreative title, so many music references, i’ve never written for james before as he is to me the most challenging marauder to write for, i hope that i haven’t butchered his character.
i’m new to the marauders fandom and have limited knowledge, sorry for any character inaccuracies.
THREE hours and twenty-five minutes have passed since you first clocked in.
For roughly two of the three hours, you spent stacking shelves with cassette tapes and lining racks with ageing vinyls. It wasn’t a challenging job; you’d prefer it to anything else, but that doesn’t make the work any less tedious.
You’re more than grateful that the manager of Blackbird Records is not a cruel one. He allows any type of music to your liking, and fortunately he hasn’t insisted on a Christmas carol mandate until late November.
Glenn Frey’s smooth croon of lyric sounds out in the store, and you hum along to the words. It’s mostly empty inside; a handful of customers are dotted around, shuffling through the record bins. A young girl with messy copper-coloured pigtails lurks near one of the clearance bins at the end of an aisle; you pretend to not notice as she pockets a lone cassette tape with a sly grin—she has good taste after all.
Angus, the fat ginger cat of the store, sits to your left. He is a favourite among customers, and his picture even rests beneath the “Employee of the Month” plaque. He is lazy, though; he doesn’t even give you a piece of his mind when you attempt to push his sleepy form off the till during busy hours. He likes lying in the sun, so you are kind enough not to bother him right now.
The entrance doorbell chimes, and somehow, without even looking up, you know who just walked through.
James, though he insists you call him Jamie, has been a regular at Blackbird for quite some time now. And for the last few months, he has been trying to convince you to at least go on one date with him.
He’s nice about it, which you’re grateful for; he isn’t pushy or demanding; it’s really just casual flirting. Every time he comes up to the register to purchase his chosen items, he manages to throw in a cheesy pick-up line. On each occasion he does so, you either grimace in embarrassment or your face happens to heat up.
Sometimes he comes into the store with his mates; they laugh at him when the amorous quips clearly don’t woo you.
James clicks his finger in your direction and winks as he struts past you. He looks nice today, in dark denim jeans and a red polo jersey, much too big for his frame.
With a subtle glance, you watch as he flicks through the LPs that sit inside a storage bin. His supple fingers are adorned with silver and gold rings; you can’t help but admire the flex of the veins in his hands as he skims over the albums.
You retreat your gaze quickly as he turns his head in your direction, how humiliating it would be if he had caught you essentially checking him out. From what you knew about him, which was a limited amount of knowledge, as the only time you see him is during your midday shifts, James was a playful type.
Once you had thought that you’d recognised one of his friends sitting at the same table as you during your psychology class, but he wasn’t exactly discernible. He was quiet and kept his head down for most of the class, but that tweed grey and navy sweater he had on (something you think your grandfather would wear) was too familiar.
James moves on to the listening station now, where the staff picks are located. He turns one of the record player dials and shifts a pair of battered headphones atop his mess of curls. You busy yourself with caressing Angus’ patchy fur as James nods his head along to the running track.
The one-eyed cat observes you with an astute gaze, like he knows exactly what you are thinking. You stare back at him, matching his gaze with equal telling—furrowing your brows to intimidate him. Obviously that does not work, and the beast just looks at you as if you were a fool (he’s right).
The sound of someone clearing their throat breaks you out of the staring contest shared with the cat, and you plaster on your customer service facade with grace.
James stands in front of you now, bronze skin gleaming in the sunlight. God, there was truly no reason to disagree with the fact that he was a cut above the rest. His eyes, chestnut in theory but hazel in the sun, eyed you with a playful look.
You stutter out a quick “Hello” and ask, “Did you find everything alright today?” As he places an album onto the counter. The Clash’s Sandinista!—your staff pick. He had listened to your pick of the week and is purchasing it.
He laughs with a small nod and reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, eyes not leaving yours as he does so. You smile politely in return and move to scan his item; your hands are shaking.
Under his gaze, you can’t help but grow self-conscious. He has pretty eyes; there's no denying that, but they are especially heavy on your form today, and you don’t know why. Was the Beatles shirt a no-go for today? You work at a record store; musician-based articles of clothing are practically compulsory.
Despite that, you choose to ignore any building thoughts in your mind and read him the price owed. He complies with a more-than-friendly smile and hands you the exact number of bills. In an amicable—or rather teasing—manner, you bid him farewell.
For a brief moment you think he looks almost dejected, that once again you have rejected his kind-hearted attitude. That idea is quickly erased as James puffs out his chest and clears his throat once more.
“Hey—Do you live on Abbey Road? Because you got me crossing the street just to be near you!”
Oh god.
You see James again on one of your closing shifts. He saddles himself up beside the wall as you finish stacking a shelf with CD albums. His arm rests right in front of your face, and you try not to urge forwards.
“Can I help you?”
“Sure can. You, me, local pub. My mates are in a band and are performing there on Friday, think you’ll like them.” He states, voice like honey. It’s true, you probably would enjoy watching a local band perform, but you doubt you’d even be able to be calm in such a situation. Hours, if anything, spent in an enclosed, stuffy area with James? Your heart would burst right out of your chest.
As he awaits your answer, James grabs onto each CD you place down and flips it around on the shelf. You say nothing as you repeat the action; neither does he. You doubt you’ve ever met someone so annoying, yet beautiful at the same time.
“Come on—I’m dying over here.” He gasps dramatically, dragging his fist across his chest as he jokingly heaves out a final breath before sliding down to the floor. You can’t help but laugh as he does so, removing yourself from the task at hand to peer at him with a small smile. You can already feel the judgmental gaze of Angus before you even speak.
“Fine, fine! I finish at half five on Friday; now will you get up off the floor? It’s grimy.” He quickly does so at that declaration and looks with hopeful eyes. James places his hands on your shoulders and grips them lightly; it leaves you breathless. “Seriously? You’re being honest this time?”.
With a laugh, you grab a hold of his hands from where they rest on your shoulders. “Yes, will you pick me up?”
“Obviously, here, half five.” He lilted before turning away and skipping over to the front door, “You won’t regret this, I promise!”
You hope that you won’t.
authors note. my first request, thank you again and i hope it was to your liking 🫶🏻 please feel free to request anything else! this is my fandom/character list and I’ll practically write anything so long as it inspires me to do so.
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This is a silly lil' project I was working on and then got too lazy to finish it, and that's obvious.
There are so many pictures, I'll divide them in two parts... (Part 2) AUGHHHH











I don't like Two Time, I'm so sorry.. The others I just got lazy... They are NOT in the order that I have in my sketchbook, but the ones that are fully coloured are mostly, the first I worked on. ALSO, some of them, well, MOST of them, I drew them without a reference, that's why Itrapped's crown isn't really- his crown..? Idk.. but, yeah...
#forsaken#two time forsaken#shedlesky forsaken#noob forsaken#007n7 forsaken#chance forsaken#itrapped forsaken#mafioso forsaken#dusekkar forsaken#elliot forsaken#guest 1337 forsaken#taph forsaken#builderman forsaken
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Watch me dissect the entirety of Can't Be Erased and point it to a funny thought/theory about the Fallen
And also pointing out similarities 💥
@michaelscorneroftheinternet @dorriostareyes
I'M GOING INSANE
Warning though I was lazy to write so some parts may come off as inconsistent or lazy af, sowwy =[
Long post =3 ↓
Quick note before we start this off :
I may be reffering to the goop as goop or entity! Adding this in so people's can understand my nickname inconsistencies ;w;
"I'm the dancing demon, watch me twirl and hop and spin
I'm quick to give a smile, but I won't forget your sins ha ha hahaha!
The wonders of imagination
Welcome home, dear friend
How long we've all been waitin'
Let's create a masterpiece, breathe life into your dreams
All you gotta do is start up the machine"
First two lines could be the entity immitating as 4 [possibly even mocking?] and it being aware of the sins he's committed
Last 5 lines could possibly be the entities intro to 4
I'm imagining these lines happening during this scene teehee =3
Ignore the watermark I couldn't get rid of it 💔
The last line probably could probably be the entity saying for 4 to start up it's plan / upbringing
"I'm the product of an artist, whose creations bring delight
Upon this somber threshold, imagination comes to life
Just free yourself from reason, soon you'll see in black and white
Call me a seed of evil but what's that mean, if I'm conceived within your mind?"
First line could be the entity saying that it's some type of entity that could bring people joy or delight
But we obvi know it's capping 💥
ERM, you do NOT bring delight 😔 /silly
The somber threshold could represent the dark room or world he believes he's in, and the imagination coming to life part being that even if you're in such a dark and sad world like this you could still make stuff, or whatever your imagination could come up with!
Bros really lying in front of that wetblue man hard smh.
3rd line is possibly it persuading 4 to look into an entirely new perspective, moving all other colours away. And also to see the world in only two sides.
Last line could be the entity admitting it could be something evil that spreads [like corruption spreading] yet it was already in 4s mind to begin with. [What it prolly meant by "but what's that mean if I'm conceived within your mind?"]
Not sure about the last point cuz I may be thinking about the lyrics wrong lmao
"Leaking from the ceiling, ink is bleeding through the lines
Is that your heart that's beating, or illusion you're alive?
Collect what's necessary, keep appeasing the divines
It's me you should be believing, 'cause he's deceiving you with lies"
First line I almost had almost nobidea what I could reference to in the Fallen but what I CAN imagine it COULD reference is that either
The ink bleeding through the lines could be the sins or misdeeds of 4 starting to leak out
Or possibly the ink [could be representing corruption =3] leaking out.
Second line I was so sure but I thought of 4 thinking he's alive when in reality he's just a monster. It's just an illusion.
Again, I'm unsure about this one cuz it doesn't relate to the lyrics much ;w;
The third line is possibly the goop encouraging 4 to keep doing what he's doing and the gods [or in this case the goop] will be pleased.
Last line could be the goop saying that it should be the one 4 TRUSTS in and the "cuz he's deceiving you with lies" is reffering to 3. Pointing at 3 being the liar and villain.
"Holy conniption, has it been thirty years?
It appears Mickey Mouse might've been murdered here
Lifeless pie-cut eyes, I have learned to fear
Kinda reminds me why I quit workin' here
Why did I come, lemme go home, I should be leavin'
Whatever happened, don't wanna know
What are these demons?
Guess if I gotta be stuck here, then I might as well investigate
Secrets are unlocking, but too bad the exit ain't!"
I'm genuinely not sure what to reference in this one buttttttt
This whole verse could be when 4 goes back down there after months =D
I can imagine a scene happening in my head... Anima- AUGH, I'VE GOT TO HOLD OFF THE URGE 😭
Continuing ;w; ,
"Despite this mask of happiness, I drown in dark despair
The world may be your canvas, what you paint on it, beware!
The pen is mightier than the sword, it has no limitation
Don't refrain, this ink will stain, and nothing can erase us now!"
I know I've been yapping about 4 the entire time, BUT THIS VERSE IS GETTING A 3 SPOTLIGHT!
Just for removing any confusion, I'm gonna interpret this scene as AFTER 3 got back up on the surface kay =3
First line could symbolize how he's happy on the outside but he actually feels really REALLY bad on the inside. Signifying that he still remembers and is scarred by what happened.
3rd line, I'mma just change it so it better fits with the AU, plus ull understand it better =3
"The mind is mightier than the hand, it has no limitation"
This could symbolize the hand doing the thinking, while the hand just obeys
Hey but you know what this could ALSO mean?
THE MIND BEING THE GOOP AND THE HAND BEING FOUR HE'S LIKE A UUHHHHHH PAWN OR PUPPET YAYAYAYA!
Full on speculation like wth 💥 /silly
"Can you describe the face you saw?
Could it be one you recognize?
We'd never harm the hand that draws
Imagination cursed us all with life"
First n second line, the face and could be the one he recognizes being 3 =3
The goop stating it would never harm the hand [OR IN THIS CASE 4 💥]
This is such a lie cuz, didn't you just try to kill him after he got out of that seat? /silly
Last line uhhhhhhhhh the imagination could be just being desperate or some type of corruption that gave it life
I dunno what I just said but yeah 💥
"Shamed and defaced, scathed and disgraced
Tainted by hatred and can't be erased
Creators betrayed us we've got it on tape
We've written your fate and it can't be erased"
3 HIGHLIGHT VERSE 💥
Shamed and defaced, scathed and disgraced could probably be 3 being betrayed, losing his old self, n' etc =3
Second line being how his hatred was so strong it was almost as if it couldn't be erased [HEY REMEMBER THAT LAST THEORY YEAH THE GOOP REINFORCED HIS HATE YEAH YEAH YEAH-]
Creators could be changed to 4 or a friend in this case =3
Third line being how he [3] has evidence of what 4 had done.
4s fate was already written and couldn't be erased, he would be forever remembered in history as a once beloved friend who betrayed a friend in exchanged for the perfect video.
"I was not always a monster, once I was somebody's muse
Innovation made us stronger, but that power was abused
The machine is thumping, and the ink is pumping now, you need to run
Because the Demon's coming!"
Another 3 verse!! 💜
First line being 3 admitting he wasn't always a 'monster' [possibly him reffering to his eldritch form], but he was once someone's muse [the muse in question prolly being 4 💥]
Innovation could mean ambition, pride or creativity
Second line could point to the innovation being a good thing, but was abused. Sounds like a certain blue person? =]
The machine is pumping, again, might reference the goop plan / upbringing.
Second to last line is the goops plan coming to fruition and the corruption spreading.
Last line, the demon being the goop!
"I really need help, someone send a telegram!
I'm surrounded by upside down pentagrams
I don't have a guide, just little bit of candlelight
With an axe that I don't know how to handle right
That Little Devil Darlin's on a lot of reels, long as he's on one, he cannot be real
Stop the projectors, Bendy's off his reel
Got a feeling he and Joey got a deal
An unholy bargain, a demonic seal, with a master plan, that I must reveal
Won't be long till this ink's all congealed, upon my body, head to toe, all concealed
But a little bit of bleach should do the trick
I'll never watch another damn cartoon I quit!
"Look at you, you're scared of a moving pic"
Hey, Bendy, how'd you get that tutu to fit?"
First line all the way to "I'll never watch another damn cartoon I quit!" could be pictured as 3 being stuck down in the cave for the first time, and exploring!
Help I'm having animatic ideas ;w;
Last two lines could be 3 possibly mocking one of 4's videos
Idk just a funny scenario I thought of heh
"I'm blinded by this evil growing
My heart is full of people-loathing
With secrets that I keep from showing
I am the wolf in sheepish clothing
Flood the shop with ink flowing
Push it to the brink of blowing
We hope you don't think of going
Weigh you down to keep from floating
Come with me, we'll bring you Joey
You'll be kept from being lonely
Kicking, screaming, sinking slowly
Give your soul, it's what you owe me"
Oh yeap this is PERFECT
This ENTIRE VERSE could be 4 slowly succumbing to the goops influence / corruption
I mean, LOOK HOW FITTING IT IS!!
Last line could be the entity saying that his soul is something he owes and belongs to it
"Shamed and defaced scathed and disgraced
Tainted by hatred and can't be erased
Creators betrayed us we've got it on tape
We've written your fate and it
can't be erased! "
Oh yeah I already wrote this same exact verse so I don't rlly need to explain it further =3
OH GOD I YAPPED
Yeah, I know, it's so perfect for the AU even though it's me and for BADTIM 💜
Anyways here's some final thoughts
Gonna be copying this from book since I'm TIRED ;w;
I think what we could possibly get from all this + from my previous theory is that the goop doesn't support anyone. I mean- it's quite obvious right?
The goop influenced and "helped" 4, going against 3. Yet when 3 was overtaken by the goop, the goop was AGAINST 4 and reinforced 3's hate. How is it supporting one side, yet supporting the other aswell?
I don't think it's for entertainment or any thing like that, more like spreading corruptness [I MADE THAT UP] or smth.
Like I said last theory, the goop isn't NECESSARILY evil. It's just encouraging the victims bad thoughts. It's possibly even using both people as pawns for a possibly bigger plan!
But that's prolly me being delusional again and thinking I'm cool when I'm not. 💔 /silly
So yeah, hoped y'all enjoyed my theory rambling, ONCE again
Yeet us chat =3
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Hi!!!!!!! Long time lurker first time asker here—do you have any interesting fics that take place in the summer? I feel like I've been losing myself in nostalgia for being a teenager since it started getting hot by me and I'd love to read a fic that compliments that feeling well!
Hi🌸 You read my mind, long time lurker — I’ve been thinking of putting together a proper summery-nostalgic list for some time now. Your request finally made me do it(: So here you go! My favourite summer wolfstar fics, all of them with that sweet, soft nostalgic touch☀️
the summer you let your hair grow out
by ladymemebeth (20k)
in which sirius decides to go to remus' house when he runs away, rather than james'. remus finds this situation to be trying in more ways than one. includes gratuitous references to twentieth-century cinema and music.
Themes: summer at remus’; pov!remus; disowned Sirius; pining; friends to lovers; first time.
*wonders bright
by unwholesome_gay (5k)
Sirius spends a few weeks at the Lupins' place during the summer after sixth year.
Themes: summer at remus’; pov!sirius; friends to lovers; fluff; first kiss.
*the apple caught between your teeth
by drowsyanddazed (13k)
The warm, July sun is unadulterated in its naked heat; blisteringly sweet and unbearingly heavy. It makes Sirius’ shirt cling to his chest, turns his bones lazy, and it colours Remus’ cheeks with a dusting of honey freckles.
So many freckles.
So many that Sirius wonders where they all hide in the frosty, winter months.
Themes: summer at remus’; disowned sirius; pov!sirius; friends to lovers; coming out; pining; so well-written I could cry.
*June, and Other Natural Disasters
by montparnasse (5k)
Sirius talks, begs, and bribes Remus into a spontaneous trip to Brighton the summer of their graduation. Remus loses all sense of direction; Sirius loses his shirt; Remus kisses the last moth-eaten vestiges of his sanity a long, sloppy goodbye.
Themes: summer trip; pov!remus; pining remus; friends to lovers; sexual tension and smut; poetic prose.
*Everything Under The Sun
by moongnome (26k)
The summer of '76. Remus wants Sirius. Sirius doesn't know what he wants.
Themes: slow burn; friends to lovers; shit communication; friends with benefits sort of; pov!remus; pining remus; this is technically unfinished but it can be read as finished!; I love this so much it’s crazy.
*A Brief History of Dragons
by eyra (23k)
Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.
Themes: muggle!au; writer!remus; pov!sirius; strangers to lovers; Arthurian legend; everybody and their mother has read and loved this; but it’s very summery so it’s gotta be here!!
tomorrow, when the world is free
by turntechnodhead (2k)
Sirius, in a tour-guide voice: “The White Cliffs of Dover, part of the North Downs formation, is the region of English coastline facing the Strait of Dover and France. The cliff face, which reaches a height of 110 metres, owes its striking appearance to the composition of chalk accented by streaks of black flint-”
“Padfoot, mate, you never told us you could read,” says James. Sirius whacks the back of his head with the guidebook.
Themes: road trip; pov!remus; pining remus; fluff; pre-slash.
Camping, Comfort, and Clichés
by oliverdalstonbrowning (5k)
Remus goes on a camping trip with his friends, and discovers all the comfort and clichés that go with it.
Themes: camping; post-Hogwarts; sharing a bed; pov!remus; friends to lovers; jealous remus; fluff.
*Hard To Find
by accioromulus (13k)
The air conditioning is already broken, Sirius's back has been effectively glued to the leather seat via sweat, and this road-trip may have been a Very Bad Idea.
Themes: road trip; muggle!au; pov!sirius; pining; so so soft and summery; friends to lovers.
Out There
by halictus (21k)
Sirius has to go backpacking to fulfill a college graduation requirement. He is comfortable in his own skin, he has friends, he has passions. But he's still learning how to fit himself into loosely-defined spaces. Remus is a graduate student leading the trip. He loves nature, and backpacking, and being outside, and smiling, and having lots of energy. They both have some learning to do—not necessarily tactfully.
Themes: muggle!au; backpacking; nature; strangers to lovers; good discussion on privilege!
one for the road
by rojohbi (4k)
Piling into the car was uncomfortable and cramped, but there was something oddly satisfying about sitting on ratty blankets in the backseat, a box of fresh comfort food at his feet and Sirius’ legs splayed over his lap as the other backseat-inhabitant nestled himself into the corner and almost immediately began snoring. James met his eyes through the rearview, and this time when he saw the knowing smile, Remus smiled right back.
Themes: road trip; pov!remus; pining remus; self-esteem issues (remus); accidental confession; genderfluid sirius.
the private kind of purple
by greenscape (6k)
Post-grad summer. They are reaching for things they cannot name.
Or, it's four days out of Hogwarts and Sirius and Remus go wild camping in Scotland.
Themes: camping; light angst; soft and well-written af; friends to lovers.
*Beneath a Big Blue Sky
by eyra (68k)
Sirius and James accidentally find themselves on a Yorkshire farm during lambing season. The farmer’s son thinks that’s a bit annoying, actually.
Themes: muggle!au; sheep farm; pov!sirius; this is a must-read for everyone.
*Light in August
by orestesfasting (21k)
Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that's all he can seem to do around Remus these days.
Themes: THE summer wolfstar fic; summer at remus’; friends to lovers; pov!sirius; pining; sharing a bed; beautifully written it’s actually insane.
honey, i belong with you, only you.
by jeonism (4k)
remus was all honey brown hair and eyes that glittered golden in the sun, with a peachy flush across his freckles and legs that seemed to stretch for miles. sirius was screwed.
Themes: summer at remus’; pov!sirius; pining sirius; friends to lovers; lots of kissing; fluff.
*Our Blood, Still Young
by templeg (15k)
It's nearly the last day of fifth year, and Sirius really isn't looking forward to the summer.
Themes; friends to lovers; funny; pov!sirius; smut; awkwardness and fluff; it’s summer for most of it; a classic.
*Another Bright Day
by rilla (20k)
It's 1978 and the Marauders have just left school. James has fallen for Lily, Sirius is smarting about it, and Remus has complicated feelings of his own that he needs to work out during the last summer before they all have to find their way into the real world.
Themes: post-hogwarts; first war; holiday by the sea; pov!remus; pining remus; beautiful prose!!
Fearless Liabilities
by femme_de_lettres (200k)
Summer camp. Six weeks of planning activities, leading campers, and getting up to no good. It's no different than the last decade that Remus and his friends have spent in rural Wisconsin. Except Remus' heart keeps trying to tell him that he's in love with his best friend, Sirius can't believe he's fallen for the one person who he knows is unequivocally straight, James is starting to lose faith that Lily will ever actually consider going on a date with him, and Peter? Peter's just trying to keep his friends from getting in over their heads.
Themes: muggle!au; summer camp; long boy; American au; homophobia; panic attacks; fluff.
Heat
by LadyAmina (2k)
The summer air is too warm. The campfire isn't helping. Neither is Sirius's head in his lap. Neither is the burning blood in his veins. Remus is overwhelmed and something has to give.
Themes: camping; pov!remus; remus is jealous and very emotional about it poor baby; fluff.
blue, orange
by Avvu (5k)
It's the first summer after Hogwarts, and they have nothing else to talk about than Peter's dead father. / There are blue and orange postcards on the fridge door, and behind them, there are words Sirius knows by heart.
Themes: angst; first war era; canon compliant; the ending is sort of happy but also not that happy because you know what happens later yk.
Ocean Above & Sky Below
by grandilloquism (8k)
Sirius, adrift and floundering at the advanced age of 23, rents out a mansion by the sea— as you do— in an effort to recapture his happiness. It works surprisingly well.
Themes: post-Hogwarts; no war; pov!sirius; growing up; friends to lovers.
I'm Glad I'm Your Favourite
by aftgray (10k)
just a wolfstar get-together oneshot that takes place in the summer of 1976 (between the Marauders' fifth and sixth year)
Themes: post The Prank; disowned sirius; sharing a bed; fluff.
Motion Sickness
by oscarwildechilde (46k)
The Lupins are moving again, and Remus is determined to be miserable following his disastrous fifth year and the fallout of Sirius' prank. Not speaking to any of his friends, he's resigned to go at it alone. That is, of course, until he finds out that he's moved to the same town as Lily Evans.
Themes: post The Prank; centred on the lupin family; Lily-Remus friendship; disowned sirius; friends to lovers; fluff.
Reeled
by lunchbucket (5k)
Remus decides to finally spend a summer day with his childhood best friend, Sirius, after not seeing him for three years. But when old feelings quickly start to resurface, Remus is left feeling like no time has passed at all.
Themes: childhood friends reunited; pov!remus; pining remus; fluff.
(* = personal favourite)
I hope you’re all having a lovely summer so far🌸
xx Elliot
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final fight crosshair x gn reader
summary: after a yearlong cat and mouse game, you finally fix the trooper who murdered your master at the end of the wars and you're not planning on leaving until you get your revenge
⤷ tlou reference who

word count:
warnings: angst, violence, death threats, grief, out-of-control grief, injury, lazy writing ig

"I can't let you leave."
Crosshair stopped in his tracks, frozen on the spot when he heard you gasp out the words, raspy voice cracking. For a second he thought he'd taken one too many hits or that maybe his surroundings were playing tricks on his ears but as he heard your heavy breathing behind him, he knew you were dead set. It was almost impressive. He hadn't expected you to put up that much of a fight, not in your current condition anyways.
Just like him you were soaked from the heavy rain and the icy knee-deep stream you were standing in. Blood clung to your clothing and seeped from the fresh cuts. Various bruises littered your skin from the countless blows you had already taken that night. Still, you remained determined as you glared daggers into the back of his skull.
Crosshair took a shallow breath as he fished his floating helmet out of the water. "I'm not doing this." Silence. Suddenly a quick yet forceful kick in his back threw him off balance and into the cold water with a rough splash. You loomed over him with a distant expression, fixing him so much hatred, it sent chills down his back. "No," he hissed through clattering teeth, "no, I'm not going to fight you."
Your brows furrowed and with quick steps you shuffled to the girl unconsciously laying on the rock piercing the water's surface, grabbing her limp body by the scruff of her neck and igniting your lightsaber. As you held the blade by her neck, Crosshair's eyes widened. Instead of the once familiar blue glow, the light was replaced by a dangerous red glint, complimenting the crazed gold colour your eyes had taken on over the years. He didn't know much about the Force or how it truly worked but as he felt your gaze pin him so intensely, he knew that the gentle Padawan he remembered you as had long succumbed to the grief-driven maniac that now stood before him. "Yes, you will."
"She's not part of this," he slowly spoke but you remained in your position, eyes narrowing at him as you watched him move in the water. Tightening your grip around the girl, you spat at him. “You made her part of this.”
Crosshair’s hand slipped on the seaweed enveloped pebble ground underwater as he turned to look at you. Hesitantly, he inspected you. Was there any other way out? No. No, there wasn’t. “Okay,” he spoke under his breath as he stood up, “okay.”
With a scoff, you retracted the blade and let go of the girl, leaving her to slump back over the rock. For a second, you stood there, scanning him wordlessly as he gathered himself. Your features softened looking over his broken form and maybe, in a different universe, this might have been the point of change, of return.
But not in this universe.
Flashes of screaming, blasters firing and blood passed before your inner eye, images of the very trooper before you firing at your master and the salty tears burning in your eyes as you watched helplessly. You snapped back into reality—and charged.
Landing on top of him in the splashing water, you roughly pinned him down and landed blow after blow as you abused the element of surprise. Crosshair quickly caught up, spitting out the blood that started to gather in his mouth and pushed forward, effectively taking over as you rolled off in time.
As soon as he caught his breath, Crosshair stood up and stumbled over to you, throwing a punch in your direction and hitting you straight in the jaw. An iron taste began spreading on your tongue but before you could spit it out, another punch landed on your nose, leaving the red fluid freely running from it. You ducked away as another flew at you before Force shoving him off. Crosshair landed with a loud splash in the water. Using the opportunity, you fell to your knees and straddled his waist, gripping his neck and holding his head underwater.
—
“He seems like a nice man.”
You flinched as your master chimed behind you, hands clasped behind his back as he approached you.
You hadn’t realised he’d taken notice of you gazing at the clone sniper dreamily from a distance, completely abandoning your task of overseeing the cargo embarkation for the next mission ahead. With a smile, you shook your head. “He’s not — he’s not nice.”
Your feelings for Crosshair were an open secret between you and your master. Despite being seen as somewhat unethical and frowned upon by the order, your master had seemingly always encouraged your romantic interests. Upon asking him about it a few years back, he had grinned at you. “Because holding back your feelings will wind up causing more harm than learning openly from them.”
Since your initial meeting, since the day he had taken you as his padawan, your master had held you close and taught you the way of the Force not without teaching you of choosing your own paths. He felt that letting one shape their own ways would make better than to force them down another. You held his views close.
“He is to you,” your master replied, turning his head to follow your gaze, “I’ve seen how he looks at you. I think he fancies you just as much.” With an eye roll, you glance back at the sniper who, to your surprise, now met your eyes with his piercing one. Cheeks flushing, you clear your throat and raise your datapad in front of your face.
“Where’s our next mission again?” You squeak behind the object, trying to change the topic. Your master laughs warmly. “It’s on Kaller.”
—
You let go.
Barely even processing Crosshair sitting up with a tight gasp, coughing up the water that had been filling up his lungs, you felt hot, sticky tears following the blood flowing down your cheeks. Sitting back, you tried to roughly rub the blood and sweat of your face, tried to rub all those nasty feelings away. Then a sob broke through you. You looked up beneath tearful lashes as Crosshair stood up, holding his now broken arm to his chest. Blood dyed the water a deep shade of crimson.
That was you. You did that.
“Just…,” you bit through gritted teeth, “just take them.” You whispered hoarsely, voice cracking from the crying as you didn’t really know who you meant.
#star wars#the bad batch#clone wars#bad batch#the clone wars#star wars the clone wars#tbb#star wars clone wars#star wars the bad batch#crosshair x reader#star wars x reader#clone wars x reader#tbb x reader#x reader#the bad batch x you#the bad batch x reader#bad batch x you#bad batch x reader#tbb crosshair x reader#crosshair x you#my writing
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Ooh! I’m in a suit, how cool of me.
I got a redesign too… yay- there wont be any major changes, even if My universe will be a part of a brand new multiverse.. here’s to hope that I won’t have a BAD TIME.. hopefully.
A little explanation on the redesign and why i was gone under cut
Her old design is still able to be used, you can use the old design still, but this is the version I’ll be showing here from now on, I felt like she was way too colourful, so I decided to make the colours scream less, but they are still there!! It just annoyed me a little how her design looked way too similar to all the other Sanses, so I tried to find a middle ground. Her shorts however, are still a reference to the Classic Sans design, with the white line and all. I try my best to try and be original with my stuff, it makes me a bit sad when she’s just shrugged off as a “Sans” when she’s the furthest away from him out of all my Sans characters, she just so happens to have his role, she is in no way lazy like Sans is, she would act even if she was tired or even stop a genocide before the human got to the golden hall. She tries her best to be better, but her trauma makes her doubt herself in numerous ways.. sorry that I’ve been inactive with the fan fic Small Companion, I’ll start working on it, I’ve just been stuck in a creative block, where I wasn’t sure if I should do the redesign or not.. but now, I’m sure I want to go through with it. I’ll write down the next chapter as soon as I get home, I seriously lost track of time quickly, with the redesign choice making me rethink many things.. but in the end, It’s happening. Also, yes, there will be minor changes that are going to happen with the AU becoming a part of my multiverse.. I still need to think of a good name, but Confusionverse and Soulverse are the two I came up with shortly, since I give my monster characters weird souls, they have two colours translating to human soul traits like determination and whatnot.
#ask away!#send asks#ask#sans oc#ask blog#undertale au#undertale#asks open#nervoustale#send me asks#katima#digital drawing#drawing#digital artwork#original art#my art#digital art#artwork#art#artists on tumblr#oc art#ask me anything#multiverse announcement#redesign#skeleton in a suit#sorry for being dead#the small companion
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Alive! (≧▽≦) Back on the interweb after a nice trip with a friend and work, so as promised I'll be continuing to post the phhp stash! 。◕‿◕。
This time it's my culminating art project from last month! (Aka trying to cram as many references into a surrealism-themed print while also disguising it as a normal piece to my teacher.) (^‿^)
Unfortunately more novel spoilers and components up ahead because it's all I think about, yea! ʕ´•̥ᴥ•̥`ʔ
(All blacked out parts are my signatures! It was necessary to hand in the project :])
Test Sheet! (Planning)

I have absolutely no idea where to start explaining but if you can't tell, pictured above is Lee Hoyeol and Grandfell (with the difference in hair color and apparent contrast in color)! ^_^
For the pose inspo, it's mainly supposed to resemble an eye (which will be the title because I was lazy), so that's why there's that weird square in the middle, which is like a pupil of sorts. Moving on to the inspiration from the novel and series, I tried to detail and separate their outfits to the best of my ability, the dark blue being the Dawn set, and the black is Grandfell's suit or whole ensemble in Arcana. The background shape is a six pointed star, which is supposed to represent the hexagram brooch from the novel, which I will give a further visual on later! The background colours are pretty much based on the manhwa cover! (LHY = Red, GCAR = Blue) (・∀・)
Base pattern! (3 editions)

This is the main version I printed three times! Larger version of LHY, which means I was able to add more details to the print, such as adding folds, the buttons and tassels + ropes on the suit! Also I cut out the outline and hands first thing to keep it clear since the white ink isn't that effective! ( ╹▽╹ )
Experimentals! (4 versions!)
1. Grandfell Claudi Arpheus Romeo

Experimentals were basically do whatever you want, so that's where to put the most references! (^^) My teacher showed us this large bin of different colored papers and patterns and when I saw this sheet I genuinely started salivating a little;;;; (• ▽ •;) I got to add a lot of details!!! my goal for this particular copy was to highlight Grandfell's relation to Claudi, and also just his atristrocatry! My teacher really loved this one and I was trying to stifle a laugh. Blue and Silver??? No way it's literally the thing!?!?!? [Mind blown] I was very glad with how the white ink overlayed with the bottom layer, since Grandfell has silver hair in canon, not pure white. 。◕‿◕。
2. Lee Hoyeol

Found a cool floral print, but it was a bit too large, so I used some of the components to make a collage of sorts! It reminded me of all the early season joy/happiness and I miss his whimsy so much;;; I could even go as far as to make the connections to the novel like how the light background represents Lee Hoyeol's early past, which has been stained by all his sins from his regressions. And like trust the eye is a window into the soul or whatever they say! ( ;∀;)
3. The Player Hides His Past

Really excited for this one! Based on the manhwa cover, which is pretty obvious, so I was really happy to find this red and blue patterned paper! It isn't really visible, but the background for the print is in red and blue ink respectively, but it's less visible since it's semi transparent. Very pleased with the simplicity of the process and how it turned out! (≧▽≦)
Manhwa cover for further comparison!:

4. Tea for Two

Here is the amalgamation of references into one edition! I put the visual layout below, but it was a blast trying to combine both references to the series and personal experiences while reading it! The whole shape is a teacup, a callback to the series and Grandfell's love for green tea, but I used a music sheet to place the print, and I wouldn't be able to create the shape without cutting into the print itself, so I used spare materials from the bin! So fun fact, this teacup actually has a silver coloured backing! (Yet another reference!) (・∀・)
Extra: Explanation Chart

🩶: Six sided star is referencing the hexagram brooch/pendant that appears in the series! Only added both of the novel covers but it has already made an appearance in the manhwa a while ago! (I just forgot to find the screenshot) (^▽ ^;)ゞ
🟩: Tried to recreate the teacup on the cover to the best of my ability! Made the tea bag and handle also! I really love how important tea became in this series in regards with character dynamics and further in the story! ◉‿◉
🔷: Sheet music from my ensemble (a spare copy)! My favorite cover of this song (which I was really stupid to realize a few months after playing) is from The Bachelors, who also covered Tea For Two! Got both of these songs in the phhp playlist!
Sorry for the late post, and please let me know if you have any questions!!! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
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Resolution Within Sight
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This chapter was equal parts fun and tedious to write lol. It serves a dual purpose as a sort-of semi-recap and also pushing the plot forward. fun fun fun!
i was gonna yap on a bit here, but i don't wanna spoil any fun surprises. enjoy!
CWs: sexual references, references to previous abuse/torture, implied minor whump, the inherent indignity of a police investigation, Andreas™
Resolution Within Sight
Vivienne awoke to the sound of rain tapping on the window and a strange, warm, wet scratching on her shoulder. It took her a second to recall last night’s events, but when she did, it all made sense.
“Jordyn, are you biting me?”
The sensation stopped, and the strong arm around Vivienne’s middle stiffened. “Uh… S-sorry, I thought you were still asleep.”
Vivienne rolled onto her back to look Jordyn in the eye. “And that makes it okay to bite me?” She smirked.
Despite the rain washing out her colour, Jordyn looked absolutely radiant. Her hair was still all mussed up and her neck was dotted with hickeys; living reminders of what happened last night. Vivienne could still hardly believe it. Why did she hold herself back from this for so long?
Jordyn’s dark eyes flicked to the side. “Uhhh…”
Vivienne laughed, grabbing Jordyn and pulling her down on top of her. “C’mere, you goof. Bite me all you want.”
Jordyn lifted herself back up until they were face to face. “Mm, I’d rather do this.”
She leaned in and kissed Vivienne on the lips. Viv sighed happily.
“Seriously though, why were you biting me?” she whispered against Jordyn’s lips after a long, pleasant moment.
Jordyn pulled back slightly, shrugging. “Dunno. Just had the urge, I guess. It felt good for my teeth.”
Vivienne hummed, stroking a hand along Jordyn’s back, tracing her scars. “You’re weird. But I love it.”
Jordyn smiled, laying down and resting her head on Viv’s chest. “Yeah.”
Viv laid back. “This is nice.”
Jordyn said something in response, but Vivienne couldn’t make it out; the words muffled against her breasts. She was sure she got the gist, though.
They stayed like that for a few lovely minutes before Vivienne remembered she had class today, and couldn’t stick around.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“A bit past ten, I think. I got up to pee a little while ago, and the clock out in the living room said 9:30.”
Her classes were supposed to start at nine. For the first time since she started taking them, she was late without a good reason.
It wouldn’t take her long to get there, for obvious reasons. And yet, Vivienne found she had absolutely no desire to go now that she knew she was late. When was the last time she had a day to herself? Why was she even still taking these classes in the midst of everything going on? It seemed so inconsequential. She could always retry once there wasn’t an evil police chief trying to kill her and her friends. Right now, she needed to be prioritising her rest so that she could be in good shape should they ever need to escape. That was what was important. Not grades.
…Huh. How come she never realised that before? It seemed quite obvious, now that she thought about it. Those were just the healing effects of a good fuck, she supposed.
With newfound determination to have a truly lazy day, Vivienne closed her eyes and relaxed back into Jordyn’s warmth.
Then she opened them again, looking down at Jordyn’s naked body.
“Wait, did you seriously get dressed to go out and pee, only to come back and take your clothes off again before you got back in bed?”
“Didn’t get dressed,” she muttered. “Just covered myself in shadows to keep the rain off on the trip. I wanted to spend as little time away from you as possible.” She kissed Vivienne’s chest softly.
Vivienne chuckled, running her hands through Jordyn’s hair. “I should’ve guessed.”
They laid there together for at least another half hour, until the rumbling in their guts got the better of them, and they were forced to leave the comfort of the bed to seek out breakfast.
“Do you know if Maddie has eaten yet?” Viv asked, sitting on the side of the bed and pulling some clothes on.
Jordyn still laid amongst the covers, looking every part like a sexy pinup poster model in the soft lighting. Vivienne did her best to stop looking, lest she be tempted back into her sweet embrace for another hour. “I’m sure she can pour herself a bowl of cereal for one day.”
“I know, but… I don’t know… I just wanna make sure she’s getting enough food.”
Jordyn shuffled over and wrapped her arms around Viv from behind. “You just worry about yourself for today, okay? You need to rest. It’s okay to lean on us when you need help, too.”
Vivienne sighed. She knew Jordyn was right. It was just hard to reconcile that with the constant ‘prioritise work above all else’ mindset that had been drilled into her since she was a kid. It felt like if she wasn’t constantly doing something to help someone else, she was wasting her time.
“Sometimes, I guess I forget… that I’m someone, too,” she muttered.
“Sorry?” Jordyn asked.
Vivienne shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”
Jordyn shrugged, pulling herself off the bed with a groan. “Fuck, I’m sore. You really did a number on me last night.”
Vivienne smirked, remembering the way Jordyn’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she railed her. “Well, you did ask for it.”
Jordyn grinned. “Yeah.”
They finally stopped paying attention to each other for long enough to get dressed and walk – or limp, in Jordyn’s case, as Vivienne was proud to observe – out into the living room. Maddie was indeed already awake, sitting on the couch and sipping on a coffee while reading a book. She looked up at them as they entered.
“Well well, what do we have here?” she asked, eyebrow raised with a knowing grin on her face.
Better get this out of the way quick. “Uh, there’s something we should probably tell you-” Viv started.
Maddie put her hand up. “No need. I already know you two finally sorted your shit out. It was pretty obvious from all the moaning and the ‘plap, plap, plap’ through the walls last night.”
Vivienne’s face burned. “O-oh. I see.”
Maddie got up, limping over and wrapping both of them in a hug. “I’m happy for you guys. Just don’t be all gross and sappy and shit in front of me and we’re good.”
“Thanks, Maddie,” Jordyn replied.
Maddie stepped back a little. “Also, both of you need to go shower ASAP. You stink.”
Jordyn laughed. That gave Vivienne an idea. She smirked, looking over at her new girlfriend.
“Why don’t we go together? Save some water, y’know?”
It took Jordyn a second to get her meaning, but once she did, something dark and hungry flashed in her eyes. “Oh, good idea.”
Madeline groaned. “What did I JUST say?”
—
A week passed in pleasant calmness. Vivienne and I enjoyed the excitement of our new relationship, and Maddie enjoyed the time to recover. We only annoyed her a little bit. Just a teensy-weensy bit. A teeny-tiny bit. Definitely not enough for her to throw a book at us when we started kissing on the couch. Nope. Definitely not.
Before we knew it, it was already time to do those interviews Viv had told us about. The thought was a little nerve-wracking, having to share everything Andreas did to me. But, if it meant that I would get to actually start living my life – whatever sort of life that turned out to be – then I would do so without hesitation.
Vivienne teleported back and forth between the Union and here, bringing more people along with every jump. Maggie was first, along with another clone who appeared to be a lot younger than the two of us.
“Hey, Jordyn,” she greeted, wrapping me in a hug.
“Hey,” I replied. “Thank you so much for what you did for Maddie. I don’t know what we would’ve done if we hadn’t got her back.”
“Ah, don’t mention it. It was nothing.”
I pulled away from the hug, looking over at the younger one. “Who’s this?”
Maggie put an arm around her shoulders. “This is Hex. Number 6. We escaped together, back in the day.”
“I’m older than you,” Hex said.
“Oh. Okay,” I replied, unsure why it was relevant. She seemed satisfied with my response, regardless.
Vivienne brought along Steve and Ashley, and then a bunch of other people I didn’t recognise. By the time she was finished, the living room was especially crowded, and Vivienne’s skin had turned mildly green. I was tempted to go over and see if she was okay, but with all the unfamiliar people around, my walls were all the way up. It was dangerous to reveal that sort of vulnerability around them until I was sure they could be trusted. From the looks on Maggie and Hex’s faces, they were no doubt having similar thoughts. It was hard not to feel uneasy around them, with the way they were staring at us all bug-eyed. Apparently, the whole ‘clone’ thing must not be easy to swallow for most people.
We ended up having to rearrange the furniture to make room for all the camera equipment. Maggie mostly dealt with that, thanks to her bizarre strength. Once it was all done, it was finally time to begin. Oh goodie.
“So, who’s going first?” the woman – Harriet, I thought her name was – asked.
Maggie, Hex, and I all looked at each other. Maggie shrugged. “I guess I will. I’m the oldest.”
“Uh, technically…” Madeline chimed in, then seemed to realise everyone was now looking at her. “Yeah, uh, you go first. I’m not ready yet.” her cheeks reddened.
Harriet nodded. “Well then. Let’s get started.”
—
“Could you state your name please, for the record?” the detective asked.
“Maggie. Though, the name he gave me was Magpie. I prefer not to go by that.”
So Maggie was just a nickname? I never knew.
“Last name?”
Maggie shrugged. “I don’t think we really have one, do we? Unless you count de Vygon as one, but I definitely don’t.”
“Right. And when you said ‘he,’ you were referring to Andreas de Vygon, captain of the 23rd precinct, yes?”
“That’s correct.”
“How did you meet Mr. de Vygon?”
Maggie raised an eyebrow. “I met him the day I was born. It’s probably my second-ever memory. I opened my eyes on the floor, coughing green stuff out of my lungs, and he was there, looking down at me. My first memory is being submerged in that green stuff, floating in a vat. It’s the same with all of us, pretty much.”
“You understand that the idea you were… created, is a little hard to believe, yes?” the detective said.
She frowned. “Go and see for yourself. There are dozens of those tanks down there, all with another clone growing in it. Hell, he’s probably already woken a couple more up since Jordyn escaped.”
“We believe you, Maggie,” Harriet said, stepping in. “Now, do you think you could speak about your experience living under the precinct? How did Mr. de Vygon treat you? What did he have you do?”
Maggie sighed. “Well, first off, he told me that he was my dad, and that I lost all my memories in an accident. I’m not sure if I ever fully believed him, but I went along with it ‘cuz I had no other choice. The first couple months were okay. It was mostly just learning how to walk and talk and read and all that basic shit. Then… the training started. At first it was just running through obstacle courses, but they would get harder and harder, and he’d punish me if I flew over them.”
“Punish you how?” the detective asked.
“Yell at me, at first. Then he started to beat me too. He put this chip in our necks that let him electrocute us whenever he wanted. He only did that when he was really mad, though. One day, he threatened Hex, and I tried to punch him. He… He broke all the fingers on my right hand for that.”
Her eyes glazed over, lost somewhere in her memories. I shivered, hugging myself. Her words were far too familiar. Vivienne appeared beside me, subtly putting a hand on the small of my back. I appreciated her support more than words could express.
The detective cleared his throat, clearly a little put-off by Maggie’s description. “R-right, uh… You say Hex was with you? When were you introduced?”
Maggie blinked, coming back to herself and sitting up a little straighter. “About five months in. He said she was my sister, and that we lost our memories in the same accident. I know now though that he was just trying to cover his ass because there was a problem and she came out of the tank too early.”
“What was he training you for?”
“As far as I knew at the time, he was training me to be a hero who worked for the police. As for the real reason, you should ask Jordyn. She would know better than me. I only get the general gist. Didn’t really get too involved in it all before we escaped.”
“And how did you escape?”
Maggie clenched and unclenched her fists, taking a deep breath. “Uhh, Fa-” She cut herself off and squeezed her eyes shut. “Andreas,” she growled, “was punishing me for something I did. I was, um… locked up in an uncomfortable position for a really long time. Eventually, I guess he went out or something, ‘cuz Hex came and let me loose. Then the two of us just made a run for it. Ended up coming face to face with that guy.” She pointed to Steve.
“That was the first time I had an inkling something weird was going on down there,” he said. “And Andreas never forgave me for it.”
Maggie’s interview continued on for a little while longer. The detective asked for more detail about the sort of things Andreas would do, and by the end, she was visibly shaking just from retelling it. It was strange to see someone I knew as such a pillar of strength be reduced to the same shivering, scared animal I still saw in the mirror sometimes. Even just listening to her recounting was bad enough that Hex and Madeline had to leave the room. I was close to following them out, only held back by the wide-eyed glances Maggie would shoot me after our sister left; desperate bids for connection as she was forced to remember the worst part of her life. She couldn’t be the only one in the room who understood, and me being there reminded her she wasn’t alone.
When it was finally done, Vivienne stepped forward and helped her up, leading her outside. I remained in place, mentally preparing for my own interview. There were a fair few to get through, so I probably wasn’t next, but after seeing what it was like, I knew I couldn’t go in without bracing myself.
Harriet rubbed her face. “God… that was only the first one.”
One down, far too many more to go.
—
Steve decided to go next, to give us some time to get ready. He didn’t have too much to say, mostly just detailing how Andreas pretty much destroyed his reputation after his encounter with Maggie. He talked about breaking into the facility, which I didn’t know about. Apparently, he saw me training, and saw Andreas electrocute me. He even stole research notes, which were apparently what first gave everyone a clue about what was going on.
Then, he talked about that night. How he came home from that excursion only to meet me in his apartment. How I broke him under Andreas’ orders. He said that he didn’t know who did it, but his eyes kept meeting mine as he spoke. I already knew; I had to tell the truth when my turn came. Everyone needed to know the extent of the things Andreas ordered me to do. They had to know that it was my fault Steve couldn’t walk straight anymore.
Hex went after him. The detective was much lighter on the questions than he was for Maggie, no doubt because of how mentally young she was. Her story matched Maggie’s pretty closely, and she didn’t have to go into too much detail about the punishments, thankfully. It was still difficult hearing how hard Andreas was on her, despite her biological age. Only he would expect a twelve year-old to be able to match the physical prowess of a grown adult.
In the end, it was decided that I would go last, as Madeline stepped up before I could.
“Please state your name for the record.”
“Madeline Garcia-Holmes.”
“Rosalyn Garcia-Holmes, the alleged source of the genetic material used to make the clones, was your wife, correct? You two were legally married?”
Maddie nodded. “That’s correct.”
“Thus, in being her immediate next-of-kin, you would have had the final say on what happened to her remains, yes?”
“Her parents and I would have discussed it, but yes, I believe the final call was mine when we decided to bury her.”
“Were you ever approached about the possibility of using your wife’s remains for science in any way?”
She shook her head. “No. As far as I knew, the process of, uh… interring her, was entirely normal. No one ever asked me or her parents about doing anything with her body, aside from embalming and all that for the funeral.”
“Alright,” the detective said, copying it down. “Thank you for the clarification. Let’s move on. Now, you claim that Andreas de Vygon attacked you? Could you tell me more about that?”
Maddie took a breath. “Okay, uh… This was a little while after Jordyn figured out the truth and went into hiding. I, um… it was a little past eight at night, maybe, and I was walking down the street when this guy came up behind me and injected me with something. Then one of his friends came along and started choking me out. When I woke up, I was in the back of a van, s-strapped to this chair, and Andreas was there. He wanted to know where she was, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“Do you know what you were injected with?”
She shrugged. “Some sort of shit that stopped me from using my power so I couldn’t escape. Dunno exactly what it was, though.”
The detective tilted his head. “What did he do to you while he had you captive?”
Maddie’s eyes went wide for a moment. She waved at her face, still slightly discoloured from bruising. “W-well, just look at me.”
“We need to know in detail, please. I understand it might be hard, but the more detail we have, the more ammunition we’ll have against him in court.”
She paused for a moment, looking down and sighing. I heard her curse under her breath. “Fine. I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all we ask.”
Maddie kept her eyes on the floor as she spoke. “First he, uh… knocked me around a bit. Beat the… beat the crap out of me, knocked my tooth out. When I still didn’t talk, he…” She held up her hand, two of her fingers still splinted. “H-he started breaking fingers. I… I tried to tell him I didn’t know, but he wouldn’t- w- wouldn’t listen.”
A shiver ran through her body, forcing out a muffled sob that seemed to surprise even her. She covered her mouth for a moment before continuing. “I, uh… mouthed off a bit. He, um… he smashed my knee with a wrench for it, and then… You, uh… y-you know what waterboarding is?”
“Fucking christ,” the DA muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Her face crumpled. “I couldn’t hold out. I told him Vivienne teleported us, but I didn’t know where it was. I thought that would be it, but… He wanted details. He… He…”
Another sob wrenched its way out of her. She shook her head as tears fell down her cheeks. “I can’t. I can’t. Too many people.”
Ashley immediately stood up. “Alright, everyone who’s not with the DA, let’s step outside.”
We all followed him out onto the porch, save for the detective, Harriet, and the big DA boss guy.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Maggie muttered, leaning against the wall and pulling out a cigarette and a lighter, burning the end and taking a puff.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Vivienne said, sitting down on one of the benches.
“Yeah. It’s a bad habit I picked up from the guys at the construction site I work at.” She pointed at me. “Don’t copy me. You’ll fuck up your lungs. I’ve been trying to cut it. It’s just… with all the shit today…”
“I feel you there,” Ashley said. “May I?”
She offered him the cigarette and he took a drag, coughing a little as he breathed the smoke out.
“Can we go home yet?” Hex asked, leaning against Maggie’s arm and playing with her feathers.
“Soon, bubs. They might still need us for something.”
We waited mostly in silence after that, reflecting on what we’d heard. Obviously, I could sort of infer what Andreas did to Madeline based on her injuries, but hearing it spoken from her lips was another matter entirely. Despite knowing exactly what he was capable of, it still felt like such a betrayal. How could he do that to my friends? He was supposed to love me.
Of course, I knew that was just his influence talking; the little edits he made to my brain while I was growing to make me more obedient. Maggie and I had a chat about it in between her and Steve’s interviews; how her ‘programming’ didn’t set in right and that was why she never fully trusted him. Hex and I weren’t as lucky. It was only through our connections to others that we were able to break free of it.
Finally, the door opened and Madeline stumbled out, her face blank but her cheeks still wet. She walked over and sat down next to Vivienne, staring at the floor. Ashley wordlessly held out the cigarette he and Maggie had been sharing. Madeline looked at it for a few seconds before grabbing it and taking a long drag. She sighed, breathing out smoke. Her voice still shaking, she spoke.
“Fuck,” was all she said.
Fuck indeed.
—
“Your name, please?”
I cleared my throat, trying to look at the detective and not at the dark lens of the camera. “Jordyn.”
“And you are one of the clones that Mr. de Vygon allegedly created underneath precinct 23, correct? What is your number?”
Wow, I hadn’t thought about that in a while. Maggie and Hex were asked about it, too, but it was still a bit of a throwback. “Uh, Seven. Same as the name he made me go by while I was working for him.”
“You weren’t aware that you were a clone during that time, were you?”
I shook my head. “No. He told me he was my father. Same as Maggie and Hex. I only found out recently, when I decided to show my face to Vivienne. She obviously recognised Rosalyn’s appearance, so at first I thought that maybe I was actually her, but…” I should probably avoid mentioning the whole ‘digging up her grave’ thing. “It quickly became pretty clear that that wasn’t possible.”
“What was your relationship with Mr. de Vygon like?”
I shrugged. “Pretty similar to what Maggie and Hex described. He was kind at first, while I was learning to walk and talk and stuff, but once the training started he grew harsh. I… I once broke my leg on the obstacle course, and instead of pulling me out, he made me finish. A-and, then he whipped me, because my time was so bad.”
My back tingled with the memory. I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “I would say he became a little nicer after I was deployed, but not by much. He would still punish me severely for any perceived mistake. He was just… more proud of me, I guess. When he was in a good mood, he would use my name a lot, and call me his daughter. When he wasn’t, I was just ‘Seven,’ his weapon. Sometimes he would let slip that he created me, and could easily replace me. I didn’t understand what he meant at the time.”
“Did he ever tell you what his plans for you were?”
“No. He hardly ever told me anything. I only heard about the whole ‘freeing the Godling’ theory a few weeks ago, after I came here.”
The detective nodded, writing it down. “Having actually been deployed, you were exposed to the outside world while still under Mr. de Vygon’s influence. Did you ever meet anyone that might have been colluding with him?”
One event stood out in my mind clearly. “He brought me to an investor’s party once. I don’t remember most of the people’s names, but one man stood out to me, because it seemed like even Andreas was subservient to him. Sebastian Beaumond.”
The three investigators all shared a wide-eyed look. “The senator?” Harriet asked.
I shrugged. “Is there another Sebastian Beaumond?”
“That explains where he was getting his funding from,” the DA said. “Continue, Jordyn.”
I nodded. “That, um… That wasn’t the only time I met him, either. He came into the facility once. I still don’t know why. He just started beating on me out of nowhere. He looked all frantic, like he hadn’t slept.”
“Can you remember doing anything that might have set him off?” the detective asked.
I racked my brains, but nothing really came up. “I’m not sure. The only real thing of note I remember doing before that was finding my way to the Godling’s prison the night before.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you do that?”
“It… called to me.”
“That’s a fairly common occurrence,” Ashley explained. “It does Its best to convince people to free It, especially Union members, since we’re in such close proximity to It. Don’t worry, the door doesn’t open. It’s sealed with some ancient magic stuff. No one’s getting through.”
Harriet raised an eyebrow. “‘Ancient magic stuff?’”
He rubbed the back of his head. “My, uh… My mother can explain it better than I can.”
She frowned. “Interesting. And slightly worrying.”
Another thing occurred to me. “Oh yeah, I guess that night was my first time having sex, but I don’t see how he could have even known about that. Andreas only found out the next morning, and by that point, Beaumond was already in the building.”
The detective blinked at me. “Right… Um, thanks for the information. We’ll move on.”
“Okay,” I replied. Why was everyone making a face? Did I say something wrong?
He cleared his throat. “Did Mr. de Vygon ever ask you to do anything that was out of the ordinary for your usual police work?”
“Well, one of the first things he told me after I was deployed was that if I ever saw Maggie, I should kill her. The first time we met, I tried to follow through on that, but thankfully, I couldn’t beat her. She was the first indication that something wasn’t right with everything. Also, there was, uh… another time he asked me to do something bad…”
My eyes found Steve’s. I didn’t want to share this without his permission. Thankfully, he seemed to pick up on what I was thinking, and nodded.
“Continue please, Jordyn.”
I took a deep breath. Steve had already forgiven me. Hopefully, Vivienne would be able to, as well.
“He woke me up one evening and, uh… He told me to go to Steve Matthews’ apartment. He… he wanted me to, quote, ‘beat him within an inch of his life, and break his legs so bad he’d never walk straight again.’ I… I didn’t have a choice. I had to do it. H-he would’ve punished me if I didn’t.”
I stared at the floor as silence reigned throughout the room. Someone sucked in a breath, and I braced myself.
“That was you?!” Vivienne shouted.
Guilt filled me all the way to my throat, choking me. I shook my head. “I’m so sorry,” I whimpered.
“It wasn’t her fault, Vivienne,” Steve said. “Don’t blame her.”
“You knew?” she demanded. “You said you didn’t know who did it!”
“It was a sensitive time. I didn’t want to cause conflict between you guys. Jordyn and I have already talked about it. I forgave her a long time ago”
“You realise that means you lied in your interview, right?” Harriet said.
He waved her off. “I’ll amend my statement. Didn’t feel right to throw Jordyn under the bus.”
She sighed. “How noble.”
“I… I’ve gotta get some air,” Vivienne said, disappearing in a blink.
We’d only had a week together. Was it already over?
It was only fair, I supposed. With all the pain I’d caused, I barely deserved her as a friend, let alone a partner.
“We’ll, um, We’ll continue, if that’s alright,” the detective said. “Those were the primary questions I wanted to ask. Now, would you mind going into further detail regarding the sort of things he subjected you to? I know it’s difficult, but these details are important.”
I nodded. “It’s okay. I can do it.”
A tiny little recounting of my life was nothing compared to the horror I’d created for everyone around me, just by existing. This discomfort was a well-deserved punishment, but it fell far short of what I’d truly earned.
—
Somehow, I survived the rest of the interview with my mental state intact, mostly by forcing myself not to consider the words coming out of my mouth in any way and doing my best to ignore the horrified reactions around the room. Once that was over, the investigators took photos of all of our scars and injuries, as well as our number tattoos. After that, it seemed like the day was finally coming to a close.
Vivienne reappeared a few minutes before everyone had to leave, wiping her eyes. I sought her out in a quiet corner while the rest were packing up.
“I’m so sorry, Viv,” I whispered. “I- I didn’t want to do it. He would’ve… I had no choice.”
Viv looked at me, eyes slightly red from crying. “Oh, Jordyn.” She shook her head, pulling me into a hug. “You have nothing to apologise for. It was nobody’s fault but Andreas.”
That was what Steve had said, too. I still wasn’t sure if I believed them.
Vivienne pulled back, keeping her hands on my shoulders. Despite her words, her expression was filled with hurt. “Just… why did you never tell me?”
I sighed. “I’m sorry. I was afraid of how you’d react. Y-you… you were one of my only friends, I didn’t want to risk that.”
She looked down for a few moments before meeting my gaze again. “I understand. Thanks for telling the truth. And don’t worry, I’m not the type to just end a relationship like that with no warning. I’m… I’m not upset at you about what happened. I just… wish you’d told me sooner. Don’t keep anything like this from me again, please.”
“I won’t,” I said. “I promise.”
Viv smiled, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. “Thank you.”
“Are… um, are we okay?” I asked, fidgeting with my fingers.
“We’re okay, Jordyn. Just… give me some space tonight, alright?”
I would miss her warmth in my bed, but I could handle that. It was a small price to pay for her forgiveness. I nodded. “Sure.”
“Me and Andreas, though?” She shook her head. “Oh, when I get my hands on that man…” She made a motion that I could only imagine was an impression of wringing his neck.
I laughed. “Join the club.”
It was, perhaps, an exaggeration. I couldn’t really relate to Madeline’s and Maggie’s and Vivienne’s want to physically harm Andreas. Maybe it was that programming again, but I had absolutely no desire to hurt him at all. I just… wanted him to leave us alone, and let us live in peace. If imprisonment was the only way to do that, then so be it.
Vivienne teleported everyone home once they were all ready, and flopped over onto the couch when she was done, holding her stomach and groaning.
“Fuck this shitass job.”
Maddie chuckled humourlessly, sitting down next to her. “At least today is over, right? We never have to do that again. Nothing more to do now but wait.”
It was weird to think about. Just a few more days of hiding, and we’d be free. Andreas would be in prison, or well on his way, at least. My life would finally be able to begin in earnest, under no one’s will but my own.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. But terror was a very familiar feeling to me, and despite its best efforts, it could do nothing to overshadow my excitement.
Freedom, here I come.
—
I collapsed to the floor, sucking in wheezing lungfuls of air, trying to recover after getting punched right in the diaphragm.
“Pathetic, Nine!” Father yelled, his voice piercing through my ears like a knife. “How do you possibly expect to be able to beat Seven when you can’t even handle a single punch?!”
“Too loud!” I whimpered, covering my ears. The barricade would do little in the face of my heightened senses, but anything was better than nothing. It was all just too much. Too many smells, too many sounds. I couldn’t handle it.
He kicked me in the gut, flipping me over. “You’re lucky you’re part of a team, you little welp. If you’d woken up alone with that useless power, I would have killed you on the spot.”
I opened my eyes, blinking back tears. Ten was looking down at me with that signature sneer of hers, arms covered in stone up to her elbows. She was Father’s favourite by far. It wasn’t fair. How was I supposed to stand a chance against her? Eight stood a little further back, staring into space as usual. Her face was melting again. I think it was hard for her to hold a steady form unless she was paying attention, which was not her strong suit. At least she could fight, unlike my useless self. I was nothing but a burden to my sisters.
Father’s phone started ringing, sending another spike straight into my brain. He pulled it out, checking the screen.
“Take five and pull yourself together.”
He walked off, answering the call. Ten held out a hand and I used it to climb back to my feet, still wheezing.
“Tense up as you get hit next time,” Ten whispered. “Maybe then you won’t drop like a sack of bricks.”
I appreciated her blunt attempt at advice, but it was little consolation, coming from her. “You have titanium bones and can turn your skin into rock. How am I supposed to defend against that?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. That’s your problem.”
Eight slithered over, dropping into a pile of goo before reforming when she was next to us. It was a challenge getting her to walk normally. “You can fight me next. I won’t hit you as hard, I promise.”
Ten scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t coddle her. It’s not gonna help her improve.”
“What?!”
We all turned to look at Father, who was still on his phone. I tuned in, listening to both sides of the conversation.
“They’re coming, Andy. I’d say you have a day at most to salvage whatever you can and get the heck outta dodge.”
I knew that voice. It belonged to the weird, unnerving man that visited the facility a few days after Father pulled us from those tanks.
Father sighed. “Alright. I have a safehouse a ways out of the city. We’ll continue the triplet’s training there. The plan is still viable.”
“Good man. I’ll be eagerly awaiting your success.”
The call ended with a beep. Father turned to us.
“Change of plans. Go to your room and pack your things. We’re moving.”
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