#I wanna draw it out <3 but it’s p similar to when they go in stans mind in gravity falls

[peapod20001]

pea I have big brain. you can totally trash this if you don't want it but-

idea. concept. ik you've always said ooo shirley does a ritual to get thomas and his sister back to a living state but I propose to you:

1. reaper shenanigans. if they can CAPTURE ghosts, then surely at least a very powerful one can do something like that?

2. the uhhh Russian name dude I can't remember. works in Shirley's circus. psychic. kind of lowkey a god. what if HE was something like. "oh hum yeah I used to rule over the domain of the dead and spiritual but I got tired and left <3" and. and maybe even that's why ghosts are runnin' around. he do a favor for the Shirles....

these are just brain blasts

FUNNY YOU SHOULD. SUGGEST THAT FIRST ONE. CUS LIKE. THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE ALMOST EXACTLY WHAT I DECIDED ON DOING...

You’re just missing oonneee other key player <3

[themalhambird]

I've started my first rewatch of bodies because I have a fortnight's worth of laundry to fold and I don't wanna, so here are some observations on Episode One:

Observations about Episode One. 

-Oh crap, the timey-wimey shit happens in the daytime, doesn’t it, I might have to amend my fics a bit :p

-Hillinghead seems to divide opinion between the constables. PC Byrne seems to look up to him, chatting about growing up in Whitechapel. Officer Webb (who goes on to smack Henry around) has a very displeased “Inspector,” when Hillinghead shows up- given what happens about five minutes later, I suspect Hillinghead’s got a reputation  amongst some of the force for being both uptight  and a soft touch, seeing as how he not only won’t let Webb beat up the poncy journalist, but also sends him home and docks a day pay. 

-On a similar vein, though, the male sex workers aren’t running for cover when the police are showing up. One of them is even eyeing him up. And Ashe hands over those photographs remarkably quickly, all things considered– he could easily have said he burnt them, rather than binned them, and going for a snog is a really bold move. Considering this is clearly all around Hillinghead’s beat, I suspect that: 1) Hillinghead has previously instructed the men not to waste time harassing sex workers in the rookeries, 2) The local queers probably clocked Hillinghead *ages* ago.

-Hasan’s relationship with her dad is quietly awesome. He clearly has concerns about her work, but there’s no big blow up about missing his birthday party, only joy to see her. Similarly, he slips so seamlessly into taking over cake making with Jawad  when Hasan gets a work-related call. I <3 Ishmael 

-Whiteman’s instinct’s are all detective. The sensible thing to do is just get the body in the boot and drive, but Whiteman takes his time- he’s trying to figure out what the hell the deal is . And (once his lighter’s retrieved) he seems pleased about being able to open the boot and show Calloway, and thereby get to investigate around a bit.

-speaking of Calloway. Consummate Dad Vibes. I love him. 

-Ashe refers to the Police Commissioner's (married) son as they- “They are my alibi” and frankly I am here for non-binary Victorian person. But I also think that being the Police Commissioner's son is part of the answer to Hillinghead’s “Why risk a photo” question. When anyone who is  likely to go after you for it works for your dad, on whom the whole situation would reflect badly,  it becomes a little less risky to do the thing. It’s a level of protection that neither Hillinghead, nor Ashe independent of any activities with the commissioner’s son, are afforded.   

-knowing who already knows what the hell is going on makes this the same level of entertaining, but in a very different way. Also, the “you’re dead already, and that’s all the warning I dare give” hits hard… I think, perhaps, until that point, the medical examiner had hoped that this was some other random body in Longharvest Lane, and that he wasn’t on the countdown to killing his co-worker/friend

-Maplewood thanking the AI in the car for asking if she’s okay. That’s adorable and I love her. 

-The Composer is drawing on Murray Gold’s doctor who stuff so heavily. This is good because I like Murray Gold but also it’s just funny

[xivu-arath]

actual finale thoughts:

I was salty about nynaeve at first but. after a night's sleep I do really like the building on her block (and plus associated trauma from the archways and her fake life within??) in a scene that was already juggling so many characters. plus it does set up her next arc really well. it stings for a finale but every wot finale until the last one is also inherently a bunch of setup, so! I'm More Chill Now

I knew how this would go with hopper the moment I saw a whitecloak presence and I got so teary at him jumping... (I do think the book death hits harder, the being pinned down with lances as he tries to leap...) But Still. I do feel it was early but also... well. it's important he die

I saw something in the tags about renna's death but honestly I feel it really works narratively for egwene at this moment, and for what mental space she'll be in for the next season

moiraine and lan <3 . great scenes, no notes. also I wonder who the big part of the fire banner was from, because it was very much filmed to draw attention to it being from a wholly different angle

the age of legends scene killed me. gonna be rotating "I know how much you hate being alive" and "I'm sorry but I can't do this again" and the repetition for YEARS

thinking about how the second after lanfear and ishy cuddle and affirm "we need each other" they both then move to betray each other with zero on screen regret. they know each other so well. this is how things go. I'm So Feral

speaking of isha'mael... his resignation when rand refuses! his extremely disinterested battle where he only does one weave and does not even try to change things up. he also knows how this will go, and there will be other chances for this to change before the end. at least he has a brief reprieve (:

(I also noted out loud that his dissolving into ash and crumbling away looks very similar aesthetically to how the heroes of the horn are pulled back. just wanna make that association)

mat's stuff was great <333 the awful lurch from feeling like he knows where he belongs to fucking it up. his frantic explaining it was a mistake

it feels like uno being a hero was either a gift to fans or a confirmation of a theory I'd never heard? honestly I'm p neutral on him so I didn't get much from it. I was however happy to see amaresu and birgitte!

I didn't expect to see the heron brands given how comparatively small and detailed they are, so that was such a gift. the scar looks so awful and grody too! wonderful. rand angst also fed really well for the future

everything with lanfear was great. her schemes! selling her coworkers to dump in the ocean like discarded pokemon! making sure she could fuck up isha'mael's contingencies. strolling into a total victory only to be fucked up by her least favourite coworker!! she's not my fave forsaken but she's been amazing all season and I'm glad for her

[mikareo]

dove I am once again terribly sorry for sending the request so late and I wanna thank you for doing one for me☹️☹️

1) ok I pick jujutsu kaisen :)) (diverting from haikyuu and bllk for once)

2) I'll send the pic in the next ask that I send

3) male and uhh teenage or adult both are fine by me :D

4) not very nsfw but suggestive? If that's okay? (If you're uncomfy with that sfw is okay)

5) I think I'd say I'm friendly and get very comfortable with you once we get close like I will start yapping and not stop. I can be a bit annoying at times I feel but not very much. I am willing to listen to my friends and I try my best to give advice wherever possible. I think I'm also very supportive and can be good to hang out with once you know me. Idk my mbti I'm sorry:( I'm a Sagittarius go by she/her and I like listening to people talk about their interests and I send to many reels to my friends (also very chronically online) I am not very athletic but am more into reading and I love watching movies and tv shows.

6) I love reading, listening to music, making hot chocolate or ramen as those are the only things I can make, writing stories and sometimes poetry, talking to my friends about anything and watching reels. I also like hiking with my sister :D and exploring new cafes and restaurants and aesthetic places. I love travelling and I love eyeliner.

7) ok dream date hmmm cliche but like art museum dates!!! I'd love to go to an art museum and just hang around and then get ice cream afterwards. A cafe date sounds good too tbh. Extra points if it's like a pet cafe or a cat cafe.

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...rewh0re!

here it is hana!!! i rlly hope u like this n i'm p sure u alr like the chara that i matched u with so that's a little reassurance on my part lol,, and girl u are so pretty like ur freckles are absolutely gorgeous!!! AND red is so ur color,, i'd send u a virtual bouquet of roses if i could ajskdlf

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your complete matchup results!

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ APPEARANCE PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚🌑✩KOKICHI MUTA₊˚🎧⊹♡

with soft features and kind qualities, you and kokichi have the brightest smiles in the room. your energy is practically magnetic, drawing in laughter without even the slightest effort, you're known as a golden couple. everyone admires the way you look at each other, as well as the way he doesn't hesitate to use you as his muse in all of his endeavors; kokichi holds you to the highest value, and loves to see the beautiful smile on your face when you tell him how proud you are.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ PERSONALITY PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚🍣✩SUGURU GETO₊˚🌷⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

initially, when i was reading through your personality traits, my first thought was gojo. you two seem really similar, which is why i redirected myself to geto...i feel like gojo with someone akin to himself would be a disaster (lol). you and geto are extremely compatible, for many reasons other than your similarities to gojo— in fact, you and geto are a no-brainer match.

obviously, with your shared qualities with gojo, you and geto are bound to get along without a doubt. when geto is silent, he enjoys the volume you bring to a room; finding great comfort in hearing your voice above all others as he knows that you're speaking about something you're passionate about. he's not necessarily the most outgoing individual, so having you to get him out of his shell is of utmost importance. he can rely on you for support in social settings, as well as whenever he's in need for a laugh.

with geto's insecurities and avoidance of acknowledging his struggles, it's great that he has you to talk to. since you're willing to lend an ear and sit down with him when he needs to vent, geto feels seen. he feels like there's someone who actually cares about what's going on in his mind. he often asks you for advice on how to handle the difficult situations he has, and you're there to tell him what's right and what's wrong; ultimately leading him away from a fate that could potentially be fatal.

it's doubtful that geto is on his phone often, but when he is he enjoys scrolling through the mass amounts of reels you send him. normally, he'd be annoyed by this— if it were gojo, he'd probably mute his profile for a period of time before his best friend learned his lesson— but you're an exception. his favorite time of night is when he's alone, snuggled in bed, and gets to watch a curated feed of all your interests and the things you find funny. sometimes he can almost image the sound of your laughter beside him, and it makes his heart feel warmer by the minute.

the quiet days in which you're together are the best, though. geto loves to relax with you on the couch while you watch your favorite television show. he especially loves the little comments you make about your favorite characters when he gets confused by the storyline. sometimes, when you get hungry, he makes the kitchen his territory; quickly getting together a home-cooked meal that leaves your mouth watering for more. he's an amazing chef, yet still loves to try the new cafes in town whenever you find yourself excited for a new opening. he loves enjoying the little things with you. every second counts. every moment is cherished.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ memories on the wall . . .

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a treasured moment . . .

"baby, c'mon you gotta get up." you can faintly hear your boyfriend's voice though the midst of sleep as he gently nudges you awake. however, geto's efforts are sadly failing, your eyes fluttering open and closed; leaving him to his last resort: peppering your face in kisses.

his lips touch your nose, your cheek, your forehead, and lastly, your lips. what a romantic.

"i'm awake, i swear." lifting one eye open, you softly smile at him. his handsome face is a mere two inches from your own with stars in his gaze. he always looks at you as if you're some sort of astral phenomenon; a once in a lifetime comet that only he has the pleasure of looking at. "did i miss the ending?" you definitely missed the ending of the movie.

geto nods, laughing lightly, before lifting you off of the leather couch. his arms wrap around your body in a protective way, hands on your thighs and chin nestled atop your head.

"i love you so much, suguru." you murmur, slowly waking up from the deep slumber you were consumed by. "i'm sorry i fell asleep, i know how excited you were to watch it with me."

he kisses your forehead as you reach the bedroom, with the billowing curtains and sun showers through the windows, the image is so serene. it's almost as if you could stay in this place and relax forever with geto by your side. slowly, he lowers you onto the bed— his large figure leaning over you— and begins covering you in kisses once more. chin. shoulder. chest. he clearly has plans that are going to keep you up for the next few hours.

"i love you too, baby."

[merrigelblogs]

Hell yeah, thanks for the tag @alienjaes !! ✨

1. Are you named after anyone? - Oooghgh boring but not that I know of? So I’ll sub in something similar but funnier- I’ve gone by Kat since the 8th grade because my username on the fockin Animal Crossing Forums that I loved as a child was katelynkat and thus got shortened to Kat, and I liked it so much I brought it to the meatspace LMAO

2. When was the last time you cried? - Bro I just moved internationally and am now Extremely far away from p much every not-my-gf person I love, I Shrimply cannot have this question posed to me rn (like. two days ago.)

3. Do you have kids? - Nah, but we might adopt someday!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? - Yeeaahhh,,, I try not to be Mean about it but being a little asshat runs in my blood, my whole family is like this!!

5. What is the first thing you notice about a person? - Usually their hairstyle, or if they have any really striking clothing/jewelry! They’re my go-tos for compliments since they’re things that people like... Choose, y’know? So they usually seem happy to be complimented on ‘em!

6. What’s your eye color? - Blue! 

7. Scary movie or happy ending? - Yes! This is a wild dichotomy! I’m a weenie tho so it depends on how scary the movie is

8. Any special talents? - Uhhh define special? I uh... I can do :3 irl!

9. Where were you born? - North Carolina babey!

10. What are your hobbies? - Oh goddamn. E. everything. Reading (mostly fantasy/thrillers), playing video games, drawing (ironically less now that it’s my job but y’know), playing dungeons and dragons with my best buds, whatever craft I can get my grubby little mitts on the materials for, doing puzzles, baking, etc etc etc! 

11. Do you have any pets? - Noooo but we wanna get a cat sometime soon!! After we do our travels this year maybe! In the meantime, our dearly departed family dog Finn is forever in my heart

12. What sports do you/have you played? - Okay so I’m an uncoordinated and outta shape lil shit, but I used to LOVE sprinting and (hilarious bc I was So Small) basketball! Ohh badminton too... Nothin’ now tho, got no time or energy or place to go or-

13. How tall are you? - 5′5″, 5′6″ish? Somewhere in there!

14. Favo(u)rite subject in school? - Love that lil concession to the british there LMAO, uhh obviously I loved art but! I also really enjoyed english and psychology! I actually gave myself a bit of a headache in college bc I tried to do all my science credits in psychology and accidentally went past the “this will not count do a class in another subject” limit LMFAO

15. Dream Job? - I mean... I just recently kinda Got it? I’m currently doing my first job as a storyboard artist!! Though the reality is it’s been... Well. Got kind of a tough gig for my first one! Anyhoo, I truthfully do not dream of labor, but if I must then the best thing would be to make enough to live on by FINALLY making that graphic novel of our pirate DnD campaign that I’ve been wanting to do for YEARSSS

Bonus: any significance to your blog's name - Yes and no! No in that it’s a nonsense word, yes in that it’s a nonsense word I made up out of a mishmash of silly references to my favorite things- mer for the sea, and rigel for a star out of my favorite constellation!! Append “blogs” to it to tie this to my art blog (since this is my Main Spot) and badaboom! A personal brand that’s always available bc who else would use this username!

Ooohh tags.... If y’all wanna, I’ll hit up @ramblerogue , @frenchy-and-the-sea , @in-a-hat , @tricklesnitz , and anyone else who wants to!!​

[mmms-phe-sideblog]

The Partners: A Long Post

like. really long

brace yerself

Mmmmm guess whoooo obsessed over Phe’s partnerssss :,D

me. it’s me. hELP /silly

so.

I’m gon just. throw all the info at y’all and hope something makes sense hdjdhfh

here’s the info-duction (info introduction)

Onyx was the first partner i designed for Phe, I mentioned kem in my original info post. i think it was in the “oOo she’s a lesbiab but, but oOooO transmasc partner wEEE”

i have the most info about it because obviously. First Partner I Designed yada yada. Key are an intersex, kinda trans masc leaning maybe gendervoid/agender fella, i think i mentioned keir pronouns?

(key/it/he)

onyx is also the first partner i did a canon design forrrrr :D

also it’s a dom leaning switch. y’all definitely needed to hear that 👍

Aight next

Jenna!! Jennnaaaaaa my beloveddddd <33

she is the one and only cis person in the qpr, but they all love her just the same

you don’t need to be trans to be in this poly relationship >:3

behold her beauty!! beHOld!!!!!

i love her hair and i’m definitely not projecting my visions for my own hair onto her,,,, nooooo (hopefully getting a haircut and dying my hair blue this summer so!)

jenna is omni which is. Ideal. since there’s not another single cis person in this qpr lmfao

i wanna draw her more because oGh fluff

Chrissy/Rayne time babyyyy

so this one is an interesting one bcs. i can’t remember if i said phe has 5 or 6 partners in my og post?? i always knew that i was gonna give one of their partners DID (that sounds really mean but. mMm it was always gon be a thing)

so there’s Chrissy who is the “host” or “fronter”. She uses she/her and uhm. Yeah i haven’t really done that much character development on her yet since wEee rabbit holing-ish on DID

(btw if there is anyone who knows more about DID or has personal experience with it, please tell me if i say something wrong or get any facts messed up)

aaand then there’s rayne. christ do i love rayne (this sounds like favouritism towards them but it’s just because i’ve done so much more character development for them (mostly today so it’s fresh fjjdhfjdjd))

They use they/he pronouns and are a raging sub. again, this is very necessary information 😊

i’ve done quite a few drawings of them so. here have!

we’re ignoring the blacked out bits in the last photo. i was being silly and wrote some. Horny Shit. in my defence phe is very much not ace :P

to quickly explain the top surgery on a character that is mostly fem presenting- when rayne was fronting some time a couple years ago, they had a fun little breakdown and ended up going to a gender specialist to get a recommendation for top surgery. Completely just. On a whim. turns out having two identities that have completely opposite gender issues can be kinda problematic sometimes

anyway yeah i love them 💖💖

jasminnnn

yeah i know jasmin’s hair colour has changed dramatically between the two pictures of her ive done sssshush (i cant find a ginger pen 😔😔)

jasmin uses she/xey pronouns and yes. this is the influence of phe partially hdhdhd. its similar to my situation with neim where their pronouns helped me realise shit about my own gender

basically when jas and phe met, jas was already questioning her gender but didn’t know how to progress. all she knew was that she was uncomfortable with they/them pronouns. n then phe introduced her to the concept of neopronouns and thus the she/xey was born!

alright last one i swear

yep this is the one and only drawing ive done of phe’s last partner, xander. They’re a fem enby and use they/it. i need to do more drawings of them because ogh that typical lesbian haircut 😚👌

also i just found another drawing i did of jas at like. 2 in the morning. yeah not putting that here because 1) it’s shite (i did it with highlighters) and 2) yyyyeah fuck the iphone 10 pictures limit

speaking of pictures. last thing im putting here is the drawing of the height difference between them all:

[vhsghostricks]

Hi hi hi hi Kyoko paints her nails under the gloves just so (according to her) “they’ll look nicer” (even if she’s the only one seeing them). But! Kyoko is not good at painting her nails so they’re very messy and uneven. Celeste somehow manages to view Kyoko’s hands before they’re dating and Celeste remarks about the nail polish. Kyoko explains to her very nervously and almost crying about it. Celeste just puts a hand on her cheek and says, “Kyoko, darling (/p but also like gay), you don’t need to hide this from me. How about I clean up your nails and we can use some of my nail polish? :)” This is when Kyoko realized that all the frustration and somewhat “obsession” she had towards Celeste wasn’t because she was highly doubtful and cautious of Celeste’s actions but because she was madly in love with her.

ALSO! I know you hc Maki as a Celesgiri bby but consider,,, Maki as a Mahipeko bby. I like to hc that Peko dyes her hair silver but it’s naturally black so it makes sense. BUT IMAGINE, Mahiru holding the Maki bby for the first time and being like “wow,,, two Pekos!” Cold attitude, black hair, red eyes, knows how to kill people, reserved nature, just a little Peko 💖 ALSO MAKI WITH LIGHT FADED FRECKLES AJSHHSJAHAHAHAHA

You said you liked Sondam a lot too so uh Sonia has two dads (there are two kings of Novoselic). And they’re very protective of Sonia so she’s very nervous when Gundham is going to meet them for the first time BUT THEY ABSOLUTELY LOVE HIM THEY THINK THEYRE SO NICE AND SWEET AND PERFECT FOR THEIR DAUGHTER. Also since it’s likely canon that Gundham didn’t have a dad growing up points at him fatherless behavior /j the prospect of having two dads now (as soon as they find out Gundham grew up without one they were immediately like “you can call us dad if you want to :)”) is kind of overwhelming for him but tbh he feels really happy and almost excited about it.

Last but not least, Sayaka confessed to Mukuro that she was in love with him at some party Junko was having at the twins’ place as Mukuro was holding her hair as she threw up in Mukuro’s bathroom. She had had a a couple drinks and had a really nasty anxiety attack so Mukuro took her to her bedroom to help her get away from everything. Sayaka ended up staying the night in Mukuro’s bed while Mukuro slept on the floor. “Slept” cuz Mukuro couldn’t sleep after what Sayaka had told her. When Mukuro notices Sayaka wake up, she immediately blurts out “H-hey you told me last night that you were in love with me is it true or were you just having the worst night of your life and didn’t really know what you were saying?” Sayaka tells her that it was genuine (even though she wasn’t quite ready to tell her).

Ok actual last one but Enonami: Junko likes to hold and hug Chiaki on her lap and laugh evilly like those James Bond villains that would always be stroking a cat as they laughed evily

Ok goodnight and I just wanna tell u ur so cool and ur such an amazing artist ur art gives me so much life :3

YYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSS SCREAMS

Celeste has probably showed Kyoko all of her makeup and tried to find a color Kyoko likes ... After the first time, Celeste just stares at her hands, making sure the polish is dry, and ends up tracing every mark. She eventually let's go, calls her lovely, and Kyoko is pretty much at a loss for words <3

LOVE FAMILY HCS, Maki Mahipeko bby .... so cute so cute. ALSO YEAH i draw Peko with black roots a lot cuz i have the same hc :) !!! Also Mahiru talking about how their eyes so similar and Peko atarts getting worried abt Maki following the path she did... wahh i like this idea

OH MY GOD SONIA HAVING TWO DADS ... that's cute, yknow that thing where the parents say "oh! my daughter talks about you so much!" and their daughter gets embarrassed n stuff and their partner is embarrassed but happy... yeah that's the vibe im getting <3

YESSS Mukuro was so worried and anxious abt how their friendship would be now that she knows (even though she still doubts that it was real).... Only to be affirmed when Sayaka wakes up <3 I think afterwards, she'd start thanking Mukuro for watching over her ofc, and probably ask her out on a smol date since Mukuro knows.

HELP Chiaki just playing mario while Junko is talking abt the 500 different ways she could end the world... Chiaki eventually snuggles into her and is like 'you probably could, but don't do that, dork."

OK aaaa thank u sm !!!! loved all of these, sorry it took me forever to reply adghjkkhgfsag ty again for the compliment, im glad u like my art whwhw :D

[whaleofatjme1920]

ORAITYY! HELOO DEAR! I hope you are doing fine <3. I was excited to see that ur request for match-ups are open :] I would like to ask for creepypasta match-up please!

I am A Campaigner (ENFP) and The Adorner (EFVL) and 7w6. In depth i am book smart but gullible as well as dense. My sister calls me "idiot" sometimes when I am dense for somethings…hah. I like to study until at one point i would just stay up until 3 am. I also would even drink coffee after 12 am. I have a RBF and i act like I have apathy. But if I dont tbh haha. If anyone i love is in trouble or something similar, I would help them. You wanna argue? Ok sure.I will definetely debate my thoughts lol. I will stand up for myself and what i am fighting for. I am the eldest child therefore i am very independent. To a point that, even if i really need help i dont try to get it. That's the problem with me :P

Height: 159 cm

I have Generalized Anxiety and Body Dismorphia (more to my face actually). So basically, i get anxious a lot about some things and my looks. My personality, uhhh mostly people find me complicated. But to me, I am neutral chaotic, book smart, stubborn, very curious, brutally honest and I have a bit of a anger issue but I am chill tho. I like to study, draw, listen to mucic, watch Youtube and Twitch! Also, I like anime and a fan of BTS. I go to boarding school and i can speak Japanese and Malay. I play Archery. What do I where?? At home i would just where a T-shirt and a blue jacket and some cozy pants.

Stuff that i like: + tall pepol

+ foooood (homemade at shop-made lmao)

+ drinks (favs are coffe and colaa)

+ people who like to spend time with me in any sort if way

+ art

+ M U S I C (anyy) + my favourite colors are black, midnight blue and gold

Stuff that i dont like: + slow people

+ annoying people that waste my time (if they are annoying in a fun way then thats fine)

+ bugs

Appearence? @ brown eyes (dark hazel-ish?) @ dark brown hair (it looks like brunette-ish under sun). My hair is short and it looks like Lee Joo Young's haircut.

Zodiac: Aries, moon is Taurus, Rising is Aquarius. And i am straight.

Aesthetic? Dark academia, Grunge (modern and 90s- ish, E-Girl) RIGHT, thats all from meee. Thank you for your Time <3 TAKE YOUR TIMEE i dont mind :D

Your matchup is... Masky!

[Disclaimer, if you're coming from the tags, this is part of a special event I am holding from November 17th to the 21st where I am accepting matchups from all fandoms I currently write for. Feel free to check out my 1K celebration masterlist here for rules during the window this event is open! If it's past the 21st midnight USA central time, do NOT send me a matchup. I will have to politely turn you down. Sorry </3]

In General

I'm choking bc I read this last night and in my hazy mind said "heh, Egirls are ruining Masky's life" and well, here we are. I never fight my intuition when it comes to these things and uh-

Things He Likes About You

I feel Tim actually really likes your aesthetic style, hence the e-girl thing. Dark academia too!! Also, Aries. Yes. Your dark hair and dark eyes make him really happy, I think Masky likes people with dark hair and dark eyes, making him smile. The things that you like are things he's really into minus the cola, but like, everything else yeah. You're book smart which is something he admires, curious and your honesty makes him weak in a good way. But, the section I really want to go off in is down below.

You Two As a Couple

Coffee dates are a thing between the two of you. 100%, it's undeniable. You being gullible makes him want to protect you tbh. He does worry that you stay up late but like, hey he stays up late too tf. I think Tim likes debating too - but like, about stupid things like if mint if a valid ice cream flavor or is bacon belongs with pancakes not genuinely important things. He'll have witty conversations with you. He doesn't mind that you're independent but he's a bit of a worrywart himself, so, you might get smothered by him once and a blue moon. I think Tim has body dismorphia as well, so he understands how to help you get through the night. He's good at taking care of people he loves, especially you. Tim has a pretty good limit on his patience, so he'll get to know you just fine, but like, be kind with him too. The honesty thing might need to be softened every now and then?? Tim has a slight ego and it gets bruised EASILY. Likes listening to music with you and will absolutely help you study. He doesn't get anime or BTS, but probably likes BTS songs and just won't admit it. Will give you his clothes and stuff. He's not like - tall tall, but he's tall enough. Will make you food from time to time.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things

Hi love bug, I read boarding school and I'm - I'm going to hope you're an adult/over 18,,,,,, bc otherwise- please not the hashing out again- I digress, hope you enjoy <3

[siren-virus]

It's time for asks :D Luckyboy!Ben AU is the theme for today :P This time I'll make one asks that would encapsulate everyone and give a little speculation on each character a paragraph each :3

How would Ben deal with his fans? considering he already has a fanbase I imagine there would be a lot of aliens that would get out of their way in order to get an autograph and a photo with him, as well as have a chat with him if possible. How often does that work? Who knows? Not everything that is said in the internet/extranet is to be believed, and Nekomata's already a cryptyd, Have you seen the amount of theories there are about him? Some are crazy, like, who said that he was the ancient representation of the future version of an alternate universe of all cats that once were gods of the human race? Jimmy definitely didn't write that one, most definitely not, he's better than making a theory without evidence (He totally did a crack theory that everyone else started taking seriously because it's the internet/extranet) Also cosplayer, there would be so many cosplayers of Nekomata that I wouldn't be surprised if they eventually managed to make a Nekomata Convention in Undertown one day XD

Gwen 10 and her fans, which are mostly kids because, let's be real, they are the only ones who would not consider the ramifications and severity of being a child soldier, wouldn't understand it, or would just gloss over it because "That lady is SOOOO COOOOOOOOL (☆▽☆) ". I imagine that she would go to a lot of events, conventions, fundraisers and more only to be able to be there dfor the children, because let's be real, despite being the most stoic and down to earth of the OG trio, she still has a soft spot for a lot of things, and I wouldn't be surprised if children were one of them. I wonder what other kind of fans she would get over the time, like, she wouldn't get cosplayers because that shit is hard with how many aliens she has (though she would still have some dedicated fans that she HAS to promote because DAMN they did it really good), but fanartists and merchandise collectors for sure I think.

Would Rook ever have any fans out there? I imagine that he would have some rookie Plumbers that would look up to him and ask him for some advice on different things, or to ask for some stories of his, after all he's one of the few competent, functional and future magistrate. Would he have any humans fans though? I'm not sure how often he would be in the public view, but I imagine he would get some fans out there, and I feel that those fans would think something similar to us with OG Rook (or I think of him at least), that he's a sunshine boy that must be protected yet can and will kick ass.

Jammie, I imagine that with all the theories and conspiracies that he would've done in the past, he should have a blog online where he posts them and has a following with him, many of whom would share his interests of said theories, sharing their own; a fraction would be there only for the interesting facts taht he could display as well as the once in a blue moon crack conspiracies that he would post (let's face it, despite everything, he's still a teenager, of course he does crack stuff once in a while). The latest hit, what's up with Nekomata? Is he a cryptyd, and alien, a human with neon hair dye? And why does he loves Mr.Smoothie so much? Also on a tangent. Mr.Smoothie, is there a secret ingredient behind their tasteful beverages?

Ok, this'll be the last luckyboy thing ngl, I'm dried up and out of ideas ;;;

I do have a new idea tho just a lil outback (not australia lol, outside) and explorative thing. I've been playing a lot of BOTW and I forgot how much I love adventure shows. Mainly an excuse to learn BG's. I've managed to finally figure out 2-point perspective!!

Maybe I draw art of it, maybe not. I'm busy fighting people at the moment. (and drawing hefty BG's)

Ben, being the illusive fellow he is wouldn't deal with his fans, I mean he'll entertain them sometimes, but he knows he'll get a big head if he does it too much. So he just poofs away when the crowds get too big.

Jimmy would most deffinitely belive that at some point cat people roamed earth. His evidence, the Egyptians. Cat statues, portaits with cats. Cats are descended from aliens! Therefore. Jimmy might be a closeted furry too, but he'll never think on it.

Perhaps not a nekomata convention, but maybe an alien hero convention, so all the big heroes known throughout the universe are celebrated.

As for Gwen, cause she's a well known hero, I'd believe there'd be conventions not extactly shaped around her, but she'd be included, artists would sell portaits, figures etc.

You'd most likely find her stuff at a Sci-Fi convention.

Rook, not known to the medias eyes, would not have any fans, just a few kids that wanna be plumbers when they grow up.

Jimmy would deffinitely have a blog, like that one guy from Stven Universe. His blog was somethn about keeping Beach City Weird

[irkenheretic]

(How I Learned) How To Read Irken: A Guide

(Pictured: Us....) (From @zimgay​ ‘s lovely animatic!)

Okay, I’m finally making this post. 

If you’ve been following me for a while, you might have caught on that I can read Irken. When I started, I was completely confused over wether or not I was teaching myself correctly, how long it’d take, et cetera. But I’ve finally hashed it out for myself, and I thought:

Why not make a guide for anyone else who wants to learn but has no idea where to start? 

So that’s what I’m doing. Some disclaimers, though:

- This is what worked for me. It may or may not work for you, I’m not sure. I think it’s a pretty good method, though.

- Reading Irken and Writing Irken are two different skillsets. I’m gonna show you how to do both, but don’t worry if you’re better at one than the other. 

- This will probably take a while of daily (or near-daily) practice to learn. It’s not impossible, it’s not super challenging, but it’s not super easy, especially if you have memory problems like I do. (For context: I started in September. But I also have a really shitty memory so, like. It might take less time for you.)

Okay! Let’s do this!

First off, you’d probably do well downloading the Irken font for practice purposes. Messing around with it and typing in it is fun, and can help!

You’ll also need a notebook. It’s not required, but having it all in one place is super convenient. (And, if it’s tiny enough, you can carry it around whenever, and also have it on hand to whip out at cons.)

The first thing I did was write each individual letter over and over and over again. This is what’s at the start of my notebook, and writing the letters over and over helped me remember which were which. I also had to focus pretty hard on what letter this actually was, this is tedious as hell but it’s not something you can do mindlessly.

(Pictured: Normal levels of interest in a show.)

This is what my notebook looks like. Don’t worry about those simplified versions of the letters yet, but you’re gonna wanna leave room for them. Don’t worry about learning simplified/handwritten until later, it helps recognition if you really have to focus on actually drawing the letters, at first.

(And yes, I know my pen is really smudgy. And that my H’s suck.)

After this, three letter words are your friend. Pick just, common three letter words you know, and write them down a lot. I have just, the Irken for “THE” written in the margins of my class notebooks a TON. Once you feel like you can remember that word well, go onto another 3 letter word with a different set of letters. Recognition = good, so pick something you like, use all the time. 

While I was doing this, I tried to string together Irken letters I knew into like, coherent phrases. I was very bad at this at first. Acronyms are your friend here, lmao. (I don’t think I can count the number of times I’ve written ‘u r a qt pie’ in my notebooks.) It doesn’t matter what you write, just that it makes coherent sense. 

There are gonna be some uncommon letters that are gonna be hard to practice, like W and Z, off the top of my head. For Z, that was easy. I just wrote ZIM over and over and over. For W... I used UWU. You laugh now, but the absurdity of it cements that I will always recognize those two letters. 

Four letter words are also good. (Please, absolutely write “FUCK” over and over in order to remember letters. I encourage it.)

There is also the absolute cuntwaffles. Y’know how in English, b, p, d, g, all look kinda the same? Yeah, Irken has that too. 

(Pictured: Head hurting juice.)

The I and Z don’t look that similar now, but good luck without a translation guide. By this point, you should have memorized a good chunk of the Irken alphabet, and be able to recognize some others when you see them. If you’ve been writing common three- or four-letter words, it’s likely you’ve been using letters very common in the English language. Which brings us to our next stage, and the actual fun part: 

READING! 

You’re gonna want a translation guide on hand in these early stages, you will need it. The main goal of this stage is to read anything in Irken you can get your hands on- but start small! Fanart with Irken in it was a godsend to me. It’s not that long, so it’s not overwhelming. I did need to look up some letters at the beginning, and I read really slowly, but that’ll change quickly if you keep up with it! The specific fanarts I used are:

@inimoose​ ‘s The Last Irken comic, specifically chapter one: part one, and chapter two: part two have a lot of Irken. But I’d recommend reading the whole comic; it’s good!

@paketdimensioncomic​ ‘s page of lore for their comic! Spoilers, though. Again, I’d recommend reading through the whole comic, because it’s just that good. 

@xryn-art​ ‘s Linguistic Au’s first comic has a good chunk of Irken! The other comics do have some, but it’s all translated. Still good practice, though, if you wanna... read them......... ;) ;) ;) 

Yes, this segment was partially a way for me to plug my favorite fan-artists, (or at least the ones that use Irken,) sue me. It’s my guide and I make the rules here.

(I am very sorry if I bothered any of you by @’ing you.)

But just some sources isn’t enough, so I introduce you to browser fonts. And changing yours to Irken. 

It will not effect everything in your browser, and it can be toggled on and off, so don’t worry. If you really want, you can download a separate browser to change the font of, and leave your normal one be. It’d be convenient if you could, since having your browser font be Irken is inconvenient if you need to use Wikipedia, like, ever. 

Here’s a guide for that, for Chrome, Firefox, Opera, and Internet Explorer for some reason. You’ll see four options to change, I just changed all of them. Not every page is going to have Irken on it, though. For me, Wikipedia is all in Irken, and so is TV Tropes. And some Tumblr blogs (PAKet Dimension’s is one, just in case you need a reason to go back there ;)) But it might be different for you. 

Whatever it is, now you have a nice way to practice. I read Wikipedia articles on stuff I already knew about (so I wasn’t completely lost and could figure out what letters I didn’t know were from context clues,) but not a page I’ve read before in recent memory- you might just be recalling what the page said, instead of actually reading it.

And about the absolute cuntwaffle letters: yes, this will help you in recognizing which are which. Seeing the letters in context is always going to be much more helpful than just, a bunch of meaningless squiggles floating in the void.

At this point, I personally am much better at reading than writing Irken. It’s one thing to know a letter when you see it, and another to recall it and write it down from memory. Right now, I’m trying to write song lyrics and dumb little phrases in Irken, to improve my writing skills. Again, nothing too long, don’t overwhelm yourself. This sounds stupid, but Vines are good. When I don’t remember a letter, I just leave it blank and look it up after I’m done. 

Another thing that helps is having a friend to practice with, or someone to just give you Irken phrases for you to translate. 

Once you’re around this stage, you can try to learn simplified/handwritten Irken. You can also try to learn it before this, I started it around when I started reading fanart for practice, it’s up to you. This guide is a good starting point, but you don’t have to follow it exactly. This is your handwriting, do what feels natural for you!

(Also, don’t even worry about speedwrite Irken. That has no place in this holy land and frankly I am scared of it.)

And that’s... pretty much it! Most of the process is just... practicing a lot. 

If this post does well, I might make a server for people who wanna learn Irken to practice together and stuff. It all depends if anyone even wants to learn Irken. 

EDIT: Well, guess what I ended up making just the next day. Here’s the post for the server, and please read the joining rules.

Also, if you wanna learn Irken numbers, here you go. But start with letters first, worry about numbers later. These are never used, aren’t even in the Irken font, and three of them look a lot like those cuntwaffle Irken letters. 

Anyway I just really hope this guide helps someone out. If you do use it, tell me! And have fun learning Irken!! It really is just, a blast to do honestly.

[occasionally-writing]

Read To Me

A/N: Hey guys!!! I apologize that this took so fucking long to come out but here it is! This was requested by an anon and I also got a similar request from @khloris-makara​, so I decided to combine them! I really hope you guys like it and to everyone else who reads it, I hope you like it as well <3

Summary: Mork is on his last year of university and his stress of a deadline for his thesis is high on his mind. Sun notices his boyfriend’s decreasing mood and decides to do everything he can to help Mork relax and take a breather for his own well-being. 

Word Count: 1953

Sun had no idea truly how long Mork has been at it. Ever since his boyfriend had entered the cafe with his bag in hand, throwing it down on the table with an obviously stressed furrowed between his brows, Sun knew that the younger boy was in no mood to be teased today. Not saying anything as he quietly watched his boyfriend throw himself on a chair at a table in the far corner of the cafe, Sun kept his eyes on him in concern through his shift, making sure that Mork wouldn’t overwork himself with whatever he was focusing so hard on. 

Not too long after Mork had sat down, the sun was beginning to set and the familiar hustle and bustle of the cafe started to grow silent, the closing of the day beginning to make the regular customers leave to head home. Letting out a sigh as his shift had just ended and the last person left the cafe, Sun untied his apron and hung it up next to Mork’s on the rack, silently stepping around the counter and heading towards the door to turn the opened sign to closed. Rolling his shoulders back as he could finally relax, Sun placed his hands on his lips and turned his attention to Mork, who was still nose deep in his books, the furrow even deeper in his brows than it was when he first entered.

“Mork? Do you need anything?” Sun asked, rubbing his face when all Mork gave him was a grunt, not exactly answering his question. Letting out a heavy sigh, Sun strolled behind the counter again and began to make a smoothie from the fruit he and Rain had in the small fridge, knowing Mork wasn’t too fond of coffee. Stirring it once it was out of the blender, Sun dipped a straw into it before he made his way towards his tense boyfriend, placing the glass in front of his face. Noticing Sun at last, Mork stared at the drink in confusion until Sun’s hands caressed his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles he could feel under his touch. “You’ve been in this position for a while. Why don’t you stop and get some rest?”

“But...this thesis is due by the end of the week and it’s Wednesday! I need to get this done, P’Sun…” Mork grumbled, his voice low and gravely as it displayed truly how tired he actually was, despite his weak protest. Letting out a hum as he put this into thought, Sun continued to massage his boyfriend’s shoulder, his thumbs pressing softly in gentle circles that had the tension slowly leaving Mork’s shoulders. Leaning back against the chair as his body relaxed against his permission, Mork sighed and laid his head against Sun’s chest, releasing the pencil he had in a tight grip as he stared up at his worried boyfriend. “What if I don’t get this done in time? This is my last year of university and it’s worth a good chunk of my grade…”

“I know...but it’s not going to be good if you don’t take a break. Your words are going to jumble and you’ll trail from the main point you’re supposed to be making. Trust me, dear, I did the same thing as you did while I was in university and I didn’t realize my mistake until Rain distracted me from my studies,” Sun whispered, keeping his voice soft to make sure Mork knew he wasn’t arguing or nagging him. Moving his gaze away from Sun’s loving gaze, Mork stared down at the work he already completed and noticed that Sun was right, his handwriting was almost illegible. Cracking his knuckles as the ache in his hands made him more aware of how long he was working, Mork swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, leaning back against Sun again as his boyfriend’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, a kiss being placed against the back of his head. “Come on. Let me run you a nice cool bath while you clean this stuff up. Sounds like a plan?”

Biting back a yawn at the thought of being able to relax and get out of his current hunched position, Mork nodded and allowed Sun to help him out of the chair he sat for who knows how long. Lacing their fingers together softly, Sun pressed a kiss to the back of Mork’s before he let go, offering a smile as he moved to head up the stairs to the apartment above. Watching him leave, Mork didn’t look away from his boyfriend’s retreating form until he could no longer see him, his attention moving back to the papers he had scattered on the tiny round table. Knowing that he would have to fix most of the mistakes he had made, Mork couldn’t help the scowl that turned his lips down. Sluggishly gathering all the papers up and putting them in their respective folders, Mork shoved everything back in his bag and tossed it over his shoulder, stretching lightly as everything in him cracked, showing its displeasure with being trapped in the same position for what was most likely hours. 

Slipping up the stairs as he turned off most of the lights for the cafe, Mork toed off his shoes and lined them up next to Sun and Rain’s, knowing how his boyfriend was with being neat and having everything in its place. Hearing the water running in the bathroom, Mork couldn’t help the shy smile that lit up his face as he turned away from it for a moment, heading towards Sun’s room so he could put his bag away, knowing his boyfriend wouldn’t mind it if he placed it on the loveseat he had by the window. Feeling his body relax further as he stepped into Sun’s room, the scent of his boyfriend literally everywhere, Mork tossed the bag on the loveseat and quickly moved out, not wanting to keep Sun waiting since he heard the bath running for him. 

“P’?” Mork mumbled as he knocked on the door, opening it just slightly so he could peek into the bathroom. Noticing Sun right away, Mork stepped further in and closed the door behind him, deciding to sit on the toilet seat as he got the gentle smile from his boyfriend. Making sure the water was the right temperature, Sun nodded and stood back up from where crouched and wiped his damp hands off on his jeans. Letting out his hand for Mork to take, Sun carefully pulled him up and wrapped his arms around his waist, keeping Mork close enough to where their chests were touching. Feeling a wave of shyness making his cheeks warm, Mork swallowed back a protest and allowed Sun to hold him. “P’Sun, can I get in the bath now?”

“Oh...right, sorry. Go right ahead and just throw your clothes in the hamper. I need to do the laundry tomorrow anyways. I’ll go get some clothes for you to borrow,” Sun whispered, pressing a kiss to Mork’s flushed cheek as he let him go, playfully slapping his butt as he stepped out of the bathroom, a cheeky grin on his face when Mork gasped and turned to give him a playful glare. Watching the door close behind his boyfriend, Mork sighed and did as Sun had said, removing his clothes and tossing them into the hamper, not waiting long as he let his body sink in the lukewarm water. Leaning back against the tub, Mork felt his body losing all the tension he kept throughout the day and closed his eyes, not moving until he heard the slight knock on the door. “I brought you some clothes. I’m going to be in my room if you wanna join me when you get out, okay?”

Humming in return as Sun placed the clothes on the sink, Mork let his eyes slip shut again as Sun stalked over and brushed his fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp until the touch disappeared and the bathroom door was opened and closed once again. Letting himself soak until the warmth of the water disappeared to a cooler temperature that made goosebumps rise on his arms, Mork huffed but slowly sat up, pushing the plug to let the water drain as he stood up, carefully stepping out on the rugs Sun always had down so no one would slip and crack their heads open. Blinking slightly when he noticed two towels on the toilet, Mork couldn’t help the grin that made his lips twitch up when he realized that Sun must’ve put them down for him when he dropped off the clothes. Wrapping the towels around himself, Mork sluggishly dried off, slipping on a pair of shorts and a muscle tee that he knew belonged to his boyfriend, the scent of his cologne woven deep into the fabric from how much Sun had worn it. 

Stepping out of the bathroom with a yawn once he was dry and his hair was slightly damp, Mork slowly made his way towards Sun’s room, pausing to glance at Rain’s closed door before he continued his pace towards his boyfriend’s bedroom. Gently rapping his knuckles against the door, Mork quietly let himself in and came face to face with his boyfriend, who was sitting on his bed with the one lamp on his bedside table on, bathing the room in just enough soft orange light for him to see the words on the pages. Glancing up from his book, Sun gave him a small smile and patted the spot next to him softly. Finding he didn’t have the energy to react like he usually would, Mork agreed and crawled onto the bed, squirming up to Sun as he laid his head on his boyfriend’s chest, letting one arm drape itself across Sun’s waist. Keeping one hand on the spine of the book, Sun threaded his free hand through Mork’s hair, drawing him closer until they were meshed together.

“You can sleep if you want. I’m going to stay up a little longer to read more,” Sun whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Mork’s forehead, making a small sound slip from his lips that caused Sun to chuckle. Huffing slightly with a pout on his lips, Mork buried himself deeper into Sun and sighed, relaxing fully for the first time today. Continuing to rub his fingers through Mork’s hair, Sun kept his eyes on his adorable boyfriend for a moment longer before he finally let his gaze drift back to his book, beginning to read again. Observing him quietly as his eyes began to flutter shut, sleep wanting to drag him into unconsciousness, Mork whispered something that made a smile rise on Sun’s face. “You want me to read out loud? Okay…”

Taking in a deep breath as Sun relented and began to read, his voice steady and hushed in the semi-dark room, Mork struggled to keep his eyes open as he listened. Getting into another chapter in no time, Sun paused when he felt Mork’s body grow lax against his, his eyes leaving the book to take in his boyfriend, who had finally passed out and was holding onto him tightly like he was afraid Sun would disappear if he didn’t hold him close. Letting out a fond sigh, Sun held Mork tighter against him and smiled, nuzzling his nose in his hair for just a second before he gave his attention back to the book, keeping up with reading out loud very softly as he remained unaware of the soft smile that was resting on Mork’s face as he snuggled closer, burying his face into Sun’s chest as he slept.

[emy-loves-you]

Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 4

Sad Boys and Fun Facts

Patton’s a sad boi but Virgil has a distraction

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

Three weeks had passed since Virgil had first texted Roman. In those three weeks, Virgil had learned a lot about his new friends.

First, there was Patton. God, did that man love puns. Virgil also loved puns, but he preferred reading Patton’s puns over making his own. Remus had caught Virgil blushing at his phone and made a comment about his new “friends with benefits” (Virgil had been unable to respond. He was too busy trying to hold back his giggles from one of Patton’s pun tangents). Patton also made it clear that he was the “Dad Friend” of the group. Virgil couldn’t type a single self-deprecating comment without Patton threatening to physically fight him. It was rather terrifying, really. He also made sure that everyone was taking care of themselves. Once they learned that they were in the same timezone (They hadn’t shared cities yet. Friend or no, Virgil was telling where he lived in that quickly) Patton made it his goal to check in and make sure that Virgil ate at mealtime. One last thing about Patton was his… struggle with technology. He tended to send almost everything directly to the group chat instead of private messages. Logan said that he tried to teach Patton how to do so, but the lessons never seemed to stick.

Speaking of Logan, the nerd had his own quirks. He didn’t type much, usually only responding when someone required everyone to respond. The other time that he typed was during debates. Nine days into their friendship, Virgil had mentioned saying “you too” to a cute barista and claimed that he ruined any chances with his new crush. While Patton and Roman offered words of encouragement, Logan remained silent. Virgil had assumed that Logan agreed with him but didn’t want to upset his boyfriends. As soon as their conversation ended, Virgil received a private text from Logan, requesting to debate. They argued over cognitive distortions for a whole hour before they reached a compromise. Logan had called the debate “lit” and asked if they could debate again in the future. That was another thing about Logan. Apparently, he had vocabulary cards for slang words. When he was talking out loud, he would hold the card up so the others knew what slang word he was attempting to use. When texting, he would put quotation marks around the word. It was adorable, in Virgil’s humble opinion.

Then there was Roman. Princey was known for his dramatic flair and Disney references. When he was feeling especially Extra™ , he would use “thees” and “thys” and call people peasants. He also had a love for nicknames. Patton had very few personal nicknames, with most of them being terms of endearment like “honey” and “amor.” Most of Logan’s nicknames pertained to him being a nerd, such as “pocket protector” and “Microsoft Nerd.” He seemed to have a limitless number of nicknames for Virgil, with most of them referencing his emo-aesthetic (how Princey had discovered that so early in their friendship, Virgil had no clue). He never repeated Virgil’s nicknames; the only exception was “storm cloud,” which he tended to use at least once every conversation.

Virgil had become extremely close with the trio over these three weeks. That wasn’t the only thing he did, just the thing he did most often. The Dark Sides had finalized their contract with Thomas, who set up a tour almost immediately. Virgil really should have seen that coming. Their band had become extremely popular over the past few years, and they had only done one tour before this. Performing across the country would help boost their popularity even further. Virgil sighed, his anxiety spiking at just the thought of seeing all those faces in the crowd. That was why he used the persona Anxiety. Anxiety wasn’t afraid of anything, he was fear. Being Anxiety allowed Virgil to be confident and suave without worrying about judgment. They judged Anxiety, not Virgil. The case was similar for Janus and Remus. Deceit was elegant and mysterious, while Duke was loud and over-the-top. They didn’t have to be rejects wanting to fit in with society. No, they were Rockstars. Society wanted to fit in with them. And Virgil was just fine with that.

Bzzz

Vigil glanced over at his phone. He was in Los Angelas right now, around halfway through his tour, which put him 3 hours behind his new friends. He glanced over at his clock, 9:45 PM glaring at him through the dark. He turned back to his phone. Why are they up at 12:45 in the morning? I know Logan keeps them on a rigid sleep schedule.

P- (9:45 PM) Ro? Are you still up?

V- (9:45 PM) Pat, why are you still up?

P- (9:45 PM) Why are you still up, kiddo? It’s almost 1 AM! Don’t you have a hangout with your friends today?

Virgil sighed, thinking of the concert he had tomorrow. He glanced over to his sketchbook. Patton had been really impressed with his sketches, so he had been practicing less gory drawings to show him. It had evolved into something almost therapeutic. Knowing how he worked, Virgil would probably sketch until around 2 in the morning, then sleep until 8 AM. The concert wasn’t until 7 PM, so he had enough time to sleep in if necessary.

V- (9:46 PM) First of all, you know I’m in California right now. It’s 9:46 for me. Second of all, we’re not hanging out until tomorrow night, so I can sleep in if needed. Third of all, you’re avoiding the question: What are you and Roman doing up at 1 in the morning? I thought you guys had work in the morning.

P- (9:47 PM) We do. Roman got a burst of inspiration at around 10, and he usually refuses to sleep until he writes it all down. He probably fell asleep at his desk, that silly billy!

V- (9:47 PM) That doesn’t explain why you’re still awake. And why didn’t you get up to check on him? I thought you guys lived together.

P- (9:47 PM) We do! I just couldn’t fall asleep tonight. And the bed’s too warm to get up!

V- (9:48 PM) Well, Princey’s probably being a “sleeping beauty”

Virgil frowned at his phone. Patton hadn’t responded to his text. Sure, that wasn’t a very good pun, but it was still a pun. Patton laughed at every pun he saw, or at least followed it up with another pun. He could be asleep, but didn’t he just say that he had trouble sleeping?

V- (9:50 PM) Pat?

P- (9:50 PM) Yeah, Kiddo?

V- (9:50 PM) Are you okay?

V- (9:52 PM) Patton?

V- (9:52 PM) I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Just because you didn’t answer my pun doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with you. I’m sorry that I sounded like an asshole.

P- (9:52 PM) No, Sweety. It’s fine! It’s nice to know that someone cares about you!

P- (9:53 PM) I’m just a little sad today.

V- (9:53 PM) Do you wanna talk about it?

P- (9:54 PM) I’m fine, Kiddo! This just happens sometimes. No need to worry!

Virgil sighed, thinking about how much Patton reminded him of Janus. Janus grew up neglected, and was taught to convince everyone that his life was perfect. By the time Virgil had met him, Janus was 19 and a compulsive liar. Virgil wasn’t much better, having just gotten kicked out of the foster system. Virgil lived with Janus (and soon Remus) until The Dark Sides had enough income for Virgil to live on his own (technically Janus had more than enough money for that- his parents were loaded. But Virgil wanted to have something that he earned. He wasn’t just some charity case). When they first lived together, Virgil could never tell what Janus was actually thinking. It took a lot of time and trust to separate Janus from Deceit. Now, he was still heavily sarcastic, and he tended to close himself off when he got upset, but Janus had come a long way.

Virgil looked back to his phone. Patton didn’t seem to have it as bad as Janus did, but you could never tell. At least he acknowledged that he wasn’t okay. There is the chance that something really is bothering him, but Virgil had to trust Patton on that note. It is entirely possible that Patton is just feeling down today; God knows how many times Virgil would question why he should get out of bed. He bit his lip. What helps me when I feel sad for no reason? He smiled, remembering when Remus would spout the most obscene things to distract himself from his own negative thinking. A distraction.

V- (9:56 PM) Did you know that giraffes can clean their ears with their own tongues?

P- (9:56 PM) What?

V- (9:56 PM) “Rhythm” is the longest word in the English language that doesn’t have a vowel.

V- (9:56 PM) Elephants are the only mammals that cannot jump.

P- (9:57 PM) More like Elecan’t!

V- (9:57 PM) Haha :)

V- (9:57 PM) Without food coloring, Coca Cola would be green.

V- (9:57 PM) A 3-year-old boy was elected as mayor in Dorset, Minnesota

P- (9:58 PM) No way!

V- (9:58 PM) Yes way! His name was James Tufts.

V- (9:58 PM) 7 different dogs have been elected as mayors in the US.

P- (9:58 PM) I love dogs! They’re such good boys!

Virgil smiled, adding Loves Dogs to his mental list of Quirky things I like about Patton Morale. They continued to talk about dog mayors for a while until Patton ended it abruptly.

P- (10:14 PM) Why are you doing this?

V- (10:14 PM) Doing what?

P- (10:15 PM) Why are you going out of your way to try and cheer me up? You should’ve stopped talking to me 20 minutes ago. Instead, we’re laying here at 1 AM talking about dog mayors! I would have been fine on my own. Why are you wasting your time on me?

V- (10:16 PM) Pat, if you tell me that I’m wasting my time talking to you, I’m going to have to physically fight you. You are my FRIEND. I care about you. When you’re sad, I WANT to cheer you up. When you’re happy, I WANT to laugh along to your punny jokes. Because I know, at the end of the day, if I was sad and needed someone to cheer me up, you would do it in a heartbeat. You, Lo, and Princey are amazing people, and my time spent with you will NEVER be a waste. I swear.

Virgil sighed, dropping his phone on the bed. He might’ve been too forward with that last text. But it was true. While the four of them weren’t nearly as close as Virgil was with Janus and Remus, he still cared about them a lot.

P- (10:18 PM) Thanks, Virgil. That really means a lot to me

P- (10:18 PM) I’m gonna try and get some sleep now

V- (10:18 PM) Alright Patton, Goodnight

P- (10:18 PM) Goodnight

The next day, Virgil saw a postcard in the window of a gift shop. It had a puppy with sunglasses on the beach, with cartoonish letters saying “Having A WonderFUR Time!” He took a picture and sent it to Princey.

V- (1:08 PM) What’s your address or PO? I wanna send this to Patton.

R- (1:09 PM) Say no more, Hot Topic!

V- (1:09 PM) Aw, you think I’m hot.

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north//chapter fourteen

genre: angst

pairing: season twelve spencer reid x female oc

warnings: description of physical assault, prison, just all of the bad prison arc stuff

word count: 4.7k

summary: spencer and amelia feel the effects of being forcibly separated and it impacts them in similar ways.

honestly, spencer’s pov in this chapter is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written so i hope everyone enjoys it <3

AMELIA

"Come on! You don't even have to do anything! Just go and clean up. We'll go with you and help!" Yaz pokes my shoulder incessantly, trying to get a reaction out of me. But I just keep my eyes on the tv in front of me, bundled up under a blanket.

"Lia," Michael sighs and slings his arm over my shoulder. I want nothing more than to shove it off. “It's been like, three months since-"

I'm quick to speak up to correct him. "Two and a half."

Michael and Quinn exchange a tense look. "Okay," Quinn nods, "two and a half months. It's been two and a half months since you've drawn, or painted, or sketched, or done anything even related to art. We know you're upset about Spencer but you can't let yourself be so upset. You need to find something that's gonna bring you happiness, and art has always done that."

"I don't wanna," I answer like a stubborn child, an answer that any of my siblings would have given me about things like going to bed early or eating vegetables. I pull the blanket up to my chin and stroke my thumb across my newest tattoo, tucked away and out of the sights of my nosy, annoying friends.

Frankie turns and shushes Quinn. "Like I said, Lia, why don't we go and just clean up your studio? We can drive over and just clean up? That's it. You don't have to do a photoshoot or create anything new. Just clean. Sound good? An hour tops."

I look around the faces of my expecting friends and tighten my jaw. I try to steal Spencer's skills and profile what their ulterior motives could be. They all hated Spencer before meeting him, and even after they met him, they weren't completely fond of him. So why are they trying so hard to get me to feel better? Why does it feel like they’re trying to get me to forget about my boyfriend in prison? I should be worrying about him every second of my day instead of prancing around town, cleaning up my studio, and going about my life as if Spencer isn’t suffering. But I’m sure they mean well. And I’m absolutely positive that my legs are sore from sleeping on the couch and from being in that same position all day.

"Fine," I concede, and they all silently cheer. "But I'm driving myself."

The drive to my studio is nearly insufferable. It’s silent and overwhelmed with a tension that I created but can’t seem to let go. The sights around me are familiar but blurry, like I can’t even tell which stores are which without someone in my passenger seat spitting out fact after fact after fact as I drive. I can’t drive down the street and try to recall all the good times and all the dates and all the drunken stumbles back home with the love of my life on my arm. It’s far too painful to constantly remember that I can’t go home and see Spencer and I can’t spend hours on the phone with him like I do when he is away on a case. I can’t see him. 

When I arrive at my studio, I realize why they were so insistent that I come out to clean up. I can't remember the last time I was actually in here to work but it's an absolute mess. There are canvases everywhere, bottles and tubes of paint on the floor, splashes and splatters of paint on the walls, brushes everywhere, crumbled up sketches in the trash, and way more. The studio needs much love and I guess now is the time to give it.

Michael immediately turns on music and everyone gets to work, but I don't. I pick up an empty tube of yellow paint and squeeze it in my palm. My head is starting to pound and I can't even stop it as tears start to fall down my cheeks. Who knew that one person could produce so many tears? 

Spencer loved when I wore yellow. I have this one short, backless dress that he loved. He especially loved that he had easy access to my skin, always tracing shapes on my back and murmuring about how soft my skin is. He always said that he loved the way the yellow complimented my blonde hair and how it contrasted against my colorful tattoos. He even went as far as to buy me another yellow dress for my birthday last year. 

And he loved when I used yellow in my paintings too. One time, I sent him a picture of a piece I was working on and he emailed back a book about how the use of yellow paint expressed the happiness of the piece or something like that. He raved about a painting I did of the sun and how my use of yellow wasn’t scientifically accurate, but it was beautiful nonetheless. 

"Amelia?" Quinn speaks but I don't look at her. My cheeks are wet with tears that I barely noticed and my hands are clutching the tube of paint so tightly that it would burst if it were full. "I'm sorry. We didn't mean to upset you. If we-"

"I'm gonna go," I say hastily, clutching the empty tube in my hand as I breeze out of the studio, leaving my bewildered friends to either clean or leave. They know the way out and they know where the keys are. They don’t need me.

I'm wandering into the bullpen like it's second nature because, at this point, it basically is. Nobody on the team bothers to say anything to me. They never do. They're too worried I'll blow up at them or start crying. I don't blame them.

I rap my knuckles against Dave's door and wait for him to shout for me to come in, and when he does, I enter slowly. He gives me a small, pitiful smile as I move in front of his desk. I set the empty yellow paint tube in front of him and then sit down, bringing my knees to my chest.

Dave looks down at the tube, his eyebrows furrowing. "Paint? What's this?"

I blink and it forces tears out of my eyes. "I don't know how to live without Spencer."

Dave leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over my chest. He studies me, profiles me. I hate when Spencer did that. He always got this look on his face when he profiled me, but Dave has a better poker face. "And paint has something to do with that?"

"I just went to my studio with my friends and I finished off all this paint and there were brushes all over the floor and-" tears start pouring down my cheeks again, wetting my neck and the neckline of my sweater. "I came home the other day and I'd left the balcony door open. How stupid. I'm forgetting to lock my doors just because my boyfriend is in p-" I gulp, having to force out the disgusting word, "prison. How fucking stupid. How stupid am I that I can't function without him?"

"You're not stupid," Dave shakes his head. Nothing about his tone or his body language is helpful in the slightest. Nothing and nobody will help. "You two are reliant on each other and that's not a bad thing. I'm sure Boy Genius is always on you about locking your doors and I'm sure he's always giving you statistics on break ins and-"

"He doesn't," I cut him off sharply. "If Spencer's telling me statistics then it's about stars in the sky and how to properly care for my plants so they stay alive longer or just- it's never about things you guys talk about here. It always about things that I'd like. He does it to protect me. He doesn't tell me about serial killers unless I ask, and I only ask when I can see that he had a really hard day at work. It's just me, Dave," I put my forehead to my knees, shoulder shaking as sobs take over my whole body. "I just don't know how to live without him. I don't know how to function without him holding my hand and him calling me to promise he's okay and-- I just can't. I can't do it."

"You did it before you met him," Dave stands from his desk and moves in front of me. He puts his cold hand on my shoulder and it sends a chill down my spine. "You lived a long life before you met him, and you're living now while he's temporarily gone. It's hard, I know, but it's only for a short time."

"I just want him to be okay. That's all I really care about."

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SPENCER

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My whole job is about helping people and I've spent my whole life caring for others, mostly my mother. In my professional life, I'm always keeping an eye on my teammates to make sure they aren't in danger. I consider it to be part of my responsibility to look after every single one of my teammates. They're my family and I rely on them to help me too.

I never thought my helpful nature would come back to hurt me. I never thought that trying to help out a friend would come back to hurt me so badly. All I wanted to do was help Delgado. That's it. Calvin is protecting me and the other men in here wouldn't dare to cross him. They know how miserable he could make their experience here and they'd rather beat up someone else than get on Calvin's bad side.

All I did was speak to a correctional officer at chow. That's literally all I did. Yes, I did rat out the gang to the officer for beating up Delgado, but they don't know that. They aren't going to be disciplined for it. I ask the guard for water first as a cover, but clearly, it wasn't enough.

And I've been through a lot in the field. I've been tackled, and punched, and shot, but getting beaten up in a prison is completely different. The guards couldn't care less about the inmates. No matter how much I screamed and pleaded for help, no one came. And even still, there was another inmate outside my cell keeping watch so my attackers could run and not get caught.

I’ve gotten beaten up a lot in my line of work and I can confidently say that this one, in a dirty prison cell, is the worst I’ve received. They held me down against my bed and used a rag to muffle me, but it covered my mouth and nose and it almost suffocated me. They beat me to a pulp, drawing blood on my forehead and almost cracking a rib or two.

It was an unrelenting beating and I eventually succumbed to the pain because I convinced myself that they were going to kill me. I snitched and death would be the consequence. I stopped fighting and just let them take their turns at swiping my face and my chest and my stomach because what could I do? Nothing. As Calvin loves to remind me, the rules are different in here. I don't have a badge and a gun to make the torture stop. I have to endure it or find my own ways to make it stop, and this is a moment to endure it. I'm rendered useless.

The beating only ended when the inmate outside whistled, probably a preplanned signal, because the two others immediately jumped off of me and ran out of my cell. As soon as the towel was pulled away from my face, I gasped in a breath and clutched my aching chest, wincing in pain.

Wilkins came strolling over, peering into my cell. I knew he knew exactly what had just happened by the smirk on his face, but he chose to do nothing. He chose to stroll over instead of running and he didn't yell at the other inmates. He just stared at me and smirked, shaking his head.

"That'll teach you to keep your mouth shut, Snitch."

And those are the words that echoed in my nightmare that night.

I'd rolled over and coughed up a generous amount of blood, grimacing at the taste in my mouth. My body trembled and shook when Wilkins left, even more than when he was silently mocking and watching me. Wilkins doesn’t care to do his job but at least with him standing at my cell door, I had the tiniest bit of protection. But with him gone, the other inmates could come back and finish the job. I shook and stayed rolled over on my side for twenty minutes, staring at the floor and waiting for my cell to close.

When it finally did close, I didn't even let myself sigh of relief. I just fell onto my back again with a groan. I could barely move. It hurt too bad. Everything always hurts nowadays. Things didn't hurt on the outside. Living didn't hurt before I got arrested.

Getting visitors the next morning is not what the ideal situation is. Rising from bed is more of a challenge than it normally is. My body is sore and aching and all I want to do is curl up in my obnoxiously uncomfortable bed, if this slab of metal and a blanket could be considered a bed, and go back to sleep. But I know I'll get in trouble if I don't get up for role call, so I ignore the pain.

I don't dare to look around at anyone on my block as the officer shouts our names, checking to see that we're all here. I just keep my head held high and my hands at my sides and try to show that I couldn't care less about the beating that is causing me so much unrelenting pain.

But then they call our names for a visitor’s session and, of course, my name gets called. I'm usually grateful to get to see anyone from my team, but now? Today? After last night? I'd prefer if they didn't come back until after these bruises were gone. But there's nothing I can do so I allow the guards to put cuffs on me and lead me to the visitor’s room.

As soon as Penelope sees me, she gasps and drops her jaw. She starts to rise to her feet, but I sharpen my glare at her and when she sees my expression, she stays in her seat. When I sit down at the little table and put my cuffed hands in view, like I'm required to, I watch her eyes fill with tears.

"You-" she whispers, "you're hurt. What happened?"

"It's not a big deal," I answer nonchalantly. "It could've been worse." She's not convinced, her jaw dropped as a few tears drip down her cheeks. I keep my jaw tight and as much as I want to comfort her and hug her and promise that as badly as this hurts and as horrible as I'm sure I look, I'll be fine. But there are a million eyes on me right now, including my assailants, and if I show any kind of weakness, a beating like last nights will surely be in store for me again.

Penelope not-so-subtly glances around at the other prisoners around us. "Reid," she leans towards me and tries to lower her voice, "I am going to march right down to the warden’s office and I'm going to-"

"No, you're not," I snap, and my sharp tone of voice makes her jump back, her eyes widening. But for some reason, the look on her face doesn't even make me regret the way I've spoken to her. The look on her face just bothers me more. Why doesn't she get it? Clearly, I have to spell it out for her. "It'll just make worse things. I've got it handled, Garcia."

"Are you sure?" She practically whimpers. "I could-"

"How's everyone else? How's the team? How's my mom?" I deflect from the obvious issue at hand and instead turn the focus to my loved ones. All but the one I wanna hear about.

Penelope starts to nod slowly and she moves her glasses to wipe her cheeks free of tears. "We really miss you. And in our free time, we're working really hard on your-"

"Shh," I try to hold my hands out but the handcuffs rattle, and my eyes dart over to a guard who is alerted by my movement. He gives me a pointed look as if telling me not to do anything stupid. I put my hands back down and look over at a stunned Penelope, leaning in closer. "Don't talk about my case, Garcia. People don’t do that in here. It’s not right and it’s not safe. Just don't talk about it."

She gulps harshly, another single tear dripping down her cheek. "Okay," she nods again, and it's obvious that she's confused. But I don't have the time or the energy to explain why I'm acting like this and I don't even have it in me to care. I didn't even want to be at this visitor’s meeting. I'm only here because I have to be. "Um," she taps her fingers against the table, "we just really miss you, Spencer. Your mom is doing really well with Cassie."

"Good, I'm glad everyone is okay," I nod and I sit back, glancing around for a clock. When is this thing over? I'd rather be in my cell than here. I never thought I'd think that.

Penelope raises her eyebrows and her eyes soften. "A-Amelia? Do you wanna hear about her?"

As soon as I hear her name, my heart starts beating faster. My mind flashes with all the most beautiful images of Amelia that I can recall. I can practically see her in front of me. I can almost feel her under my fingertips. I swear I can taste her chapstick on my lips as she kisses me. I rub my fingers together as if I can feel the fabric of her denim skirt. As if I could unbuckle her belt and take her right on my bed right now. I shake the thought from my head. Don't go there, Spencer. Nothing good ever comes of when your mind goes there.

But I can't get her out of my head. I can stop seeing her lying on my lap, peering up at me as she mulls over which record to put on. Etta James or Taylor Swift? That's always the question of the day, isn't it? It always seems to take her hours to decide on an answer, and she usually doesn't. She'll usually work up an appetite with her thoughts, and when she's gone to get a snack or a glass of wine, I decide for her. Always the same. Always Taylor Swift.

But her smile is always so beautiful when she comes back into the room. When the music finally flows through her ears, the smile that comes to her face is one that could end wars, cure cancer, solve world hunger. I didn't think I could ever understand how bubblegum pop music could make a person so happy. I didn’t think I could ever understand how bubblegum pop music could make Amelia want to drag me off the couch or out of bed and force me to dance with her, whether it be in the middle of the night or just as the sun is peeking through the always-open blinds of her apartment.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to bring myself back to reality. I try to forget about the girl that's waiting for me in the free world. I try to ignore that she's probably shed tear after tear and I haven't been there to wipe them away. My brain produces images of her gasping for air with her head between her knees and I ball my hands into fists.

I'm angry. I'm fucking furious. I want to be there to hold her and whisper in her ear and tell her that her panic attacks are short-lived, that I'm right there. I need to be there to hold her and kiss her and love her. I need her because I can't do this without her. I don't know what to do if I'm not spending my time protecting her. Everything I do is to protect her. I don't know how to function if I'm not holding her hand, or if I'm not pushing myself through every day just so I can call her at midnight to promise that I'm okay. I've become so reliant on Amelia, and maybe that's wrong, but I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. I just want my life back. I want my life, I want my job, and I want my girlfriend.

I want my girlfriend. I want to move in with her like we planned to and I want to propose to her and I want to marry her. I want to have a whole house full of kids who are loud and messy and loving and adorable and a crusty dog who slobbers all over the couch and chews my shoes. It's not fair. None of this is fair. Amelia doesn't deserve this. She deserves someone better than me.

But I can still see her. I can still see her fucking smile, and I can still hear her goddamn laugh, and I can still feel the fabric of her dumb hair scarves. She's engulfing me in her. She's not even here and yet I feel like I could reach out and she would be in my arms, kissing my neck and telling me that I'm safe and that we can just sit on the balcony and talk. We don't have to go to bed if you don't want to, we can just talk.

What I would give to hear her voice again. I'd give everything I have, and right now, it's not much. I'd give everything plus the clothes on my back to just hear her tell me I'm safe, or to tell me about a new painting she's thinking about starting, or to ask me to tell her a random fact about a food item she is about to buy at the store.

The last thing I want right now is to hear about Amelia. I want it all, or I want nothing. I don't want to hear that Amelia misses me, or that she's crying and having panic attacks in the middle of the BAU, or that she's sleeping in my clothes (or worse, not sleeping at all), or that she's lashing out at everyone. No, if I'm not having her in front of me, kissing me, hugging me, I don't want to hear about her.

"No."

For what seems like the millionth time, Penelope's eyes widen. "No? You don't wanna hear about-"

"No, I don't," there's a pit in my stomach that I try to hold down. I try to not let it take control of me. "I don't wanna hear about how horrible she's doing, okay? So just tell her that I lo-"

I can feel a million eyes burning into every bone in my body and so I stop myself. My lips freeze mid-sentence and I release the steel grip my hands hold around my cuffs. Penelope's are just another pair of eyes that bore into my frame, and I usually love her concerned and mothering nature, but now, it irks me to no end.

"Whatever," it pains me to cut off the sentence I crave so intensely to say, but I can't let my guard down. I can't be vulnerable and I can't show weakness.

"Whatever," Penelope repeats, almost mockingly, her voice cracking. "So you-"

"Could you not say anything to, um," I gulp, "her about this?" I gesture to my face where I can feel the pulsing and throbbing bruises tormenting me. I drop my shoulders and start to fiddle with the way-too-tight handcuffs around my wrists, but then I decide that that's a horrible idea, and probably a good way to get harassed by the correctional officers. "I just don't want her to worry about this. I'm sure she's worried enough. I don't want to give her another reason to, you know, panic."

"Times up! Inmates, get back to your cells."

Without so much as another glance at Penelope, I stand and turn my back to her. I lift my chin as I'm pushed and shoved into the lineup and then pushed and shoved back to my lonely, isolated cell. I'd rather have it this way, behind bars where the other inmates can't get me.

I drop down to the floor, pressing my forehead against the rusty bars, staring out at the drab, bland, boring beige walls. The paint is peeling and the bars, honestly, look like they could be broken with a hard enough kick. And, of course, the colors of the walls do nothing to brighten up the dead environment. The colors aren't anything like those that adorn Amelia's body on the regular.

A frustrated groan escapes my lips as I bang my hand against the bars. Why did I have to think about her again? Why did I have to let her infiltrate my thoughts?

But the colors of her. The colors swirl around in my head but as hard as I try, I can't get her colors to fill this horrible cell I'm confined to. I try to imagine her denim skirts, knit sweaters, and pea coats strewn out on the bed as she chooses what to wear in the morning. I try to remember the feeling of accidentally stepping on one of Amelia's millions of piercings when they fall on the floor after she takes them out before bed. I try to see her laying down on my bed, her sketchbook in her lap, and her colored pencils beside her as she rambles on and on and on, talking more than me, about what she's drawing and how she's planning on achieving her vision.

But no matter how hard I try, I can't get her into the cell with me. She doesn't belong here. Her art doesn't belong on these chipped walls, and her clothes don't belong on this poor excuse for a bed, and her absurdly positive attitude doesn't deserve to be squashed in here.

I rub my eyes and try to forget. I try to forget all about her and I try to erase her from my mind completely. I push myself away from the bars and stand, but standing does the opposite of what I want to do. Standing gives me a perfect view of the tiny window across from my cell, but more specifically, the sky.

I stare up at the clouds, my hands gripping the bars as tight as I possibly can. My eyes well up with tears and my knees start to buckle under my weight, and as my tears start to drip, they sting the cuts that I didn't even realize I had on my face. It’s not like I have a mirror to examine my injuries. 

They are just blobs. There are no dragons, or hands, or tables, or staircases, or cars, or Christmas trees. They're just clouds. There's nothing fancy about them. I'll never be able to see it. I couldn't see shapes when I was with Amelia. What makes me think I would be able to see shapes without her?

I push myself away from the bars and throw myself onto the bed, covering my face with my hands. This is useless. I'm useless. There are echoes of chatter from men on my cell block and it makes my head hurt. If Amelia were here, she would cradle my head in her lap and brush her fingers through my hair, and she would trail her fingertips over my forehead and over the bridge of my nose, all while whispering sweet nothings to me. I groan with frustration, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face under my flat pillow.

"Hey, Reid," Calvin's voice joins the echoes from the cells around mine. "How's it going over there?"

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WJAHDSSA HOW DO I DO THIS- *coughs* anyway TY TY for the tag @sokindofyoutojoinme !! yall best go give their work a look, you shall not regret it 🤗

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https://reona8910.tumblr.com/post/634575120489463808/discord-servers-r-dead-post-bellow-and-i-am-once

I WAS and am HAPPY WITH THE LAST PICTURE of this post they are. LIDDOL and its adorable https://reona8910.tumblr.com/post/629347620691886080/mmm-doodles?is_related_post=1

look,,, I just love drawing them soft,,, y’know that feel when you smile at your own artwork me whenever I draw these ladies 🥺 https://reona8910.tumblr.com/post/628474621389389824/requested-art-of-sokindofyoutojoinme-s-swapped?is_related_post=1

OKAY I. I’M KINDA SUCKY?? at coloring?? so like- this drawing came out a lot better than i expected ngl that and I very much enjoyed making art of @sokindofyoutojoinme‘s au :3 https://reona8910.tumblr.com/post/623396379931377664/p-i-n-k-i-e-oh-ya-and-lemon-mum?is_related_post=1

I like how I drew and colored Pink here... and Yellow for that matter

https://reona8910.tumblr.com/post/625743291092221952/new-paper-draw-a-noodl-better-quality-awaits-those?is_related_post=1

I didn’t think I could draw this angry noodle’s expressions so well WAAA https://reona8910.tumblr.com/post/636470386829180928/lesbianism

FREMCLES,,,,,, I enjoyed making this so much honestly! it’s crazy how much I like drawing YD wit frecks I should probably come up with something similar for Blue 🤔 HMM- https://reona8910.tumblr.com/post/637291373902643200/reona8910-might-fuck-around-and-post-my-gay

I like the second doodle here... i love drawin’ soft diamonds... especially Yell............ I wanna see more art of her in a simple sundress I just think she’d look neat 😳🥺

https://reona8910.tumblr.com/post/625929005076561920/the-big-ds-click-fer-better-quality?is_related_post=1 THEY™. 💖 I DREW WHITE KINDA DECENT HERE actually! (please i still haven’t found a way to draw her that’s satisfactory for me DHSDSHJ) I also love that top doodle a lot,, hearing the Diamonds sing together in the movie when I first saw it cleansed a part of my soul

[anemeraldknight]

About Duke Cadash, part 2

okay so I know that this is supposed to be like an ask thing from here! butI only have like 3 followers on here, I just finished my second playthrough of Inquisition and I really really wanna talk about my Inquisitor :’)) so we’re doing this

what is your inquisitor’s name & race? - Duke Cadash, surface dwarf

what is their sexual orientation? - bisexual <3

what do they look like? (add screenshots, drawings, descriptions!) - he's a freckly ginger and has bright blue eyes, a very well groomed beard (he at least tries to redo the braids every morning), undercut on on the left side of his head but otherwise longish hair, scarring underneath his right eye and between his brows; he's like muscular and thick at the same time, I don't know a good word for it? but yea :) he's prettyy

how did they feel about being called “the herald of andraste”? - he uses it to his advantage. he doesn't outright deny it to people he doesn't really trust, only those closest to him know his real stance on it. he just takes being called the Herald in stride, doesn't hate it but isn't the biggest fan either

what are their religious beliefs, if they have any? - believes in the Stone because his parents had been cast out from Orzammar and they passed on their beliefs to him as well. he's not super into it though, more like a casual believer.

what is their opinion on the mage/templar war? - supports the mages and even though he can get along with templars if necessary, he often calls them out for their prejudices and bullshit. he believes that the war was inevitable and kind of necessary as well because in his eyes big change usually comes by, sadly, using harsher tactics.

who is your inquisitor’s best friend? - he was suuper close with Blackwall in the beginning because their humor was pretty similar, he was one of the first people he recruited on his own, and they're both pretty close in terms of age as well. however, as Duke grew closer to Dorian, they became best friends instead (and then eventually lovers). I'd say his real best friend is either Cassandra or Solas? because even though he disagrees with both of them quite a lot, they still somehow manage to get on pretty well <33 and they both have been there from the very beginning of this entire journey!! so it makes sense :) also, Duke is suuuuuper loyal, so when he found out about Blackwall :)) he fucking flipped and completely shunned him and never again took him into his party.

who is their rival? - uhhh among the companions? I don't think he really has one...

who is their love interest, if they chose one? do you ship them with anyone else/non-romanceable options? - DORIAN!! <333

warrior, rogue, or mage? - rogue, archer

how do they feel about the dalish? - he feels for them and wants to support them and work together as much as possible. he can see that a lot of them seem arrogant and standoffish on the outside, but he gets why that is, so he just lets them be and tries to work with it.

how do they feel about the qun? - he does not like the qun, to him it seems like a cult. he can also see many similarities between it and the chantry so.

how do they feel about the chantry? - he doesn't like the chantry BUT he does not shun them out loud because he knows that having them support him makes him look good to those who believe in Andraste and such, but also he doesn't wanna take away hope from those who find it in him during such a difficult time (even though he doesn't believe he's chosen in any way)

which demon is most frightening to them? - definitely the nightmare. Duke doesn’t get rattled very easily but that whole thing managed to get underneath his skin. plus! he’s incredibly scared of spiders and the nightmare created to many of them to freak him out, so the entire fade thingy was very hard on my poor Master Cadash :((

did they choose the qun or the chargers in iron bull’s personal quest? why? - the chargers. he didn’t trust the whole thing from the beginning and basically went along with it because he wanted to support the Iron Bull and because he could feel that something fishy was going on. also, even before the whole thing Duke got along with Krem really well, because he has this habit of taking younger people under his wing (exhibit A: Cole) so that’s also what kinda happened with Krem. ALSO! another thing is that Duke id very much against sacrificing lives in order to get something, so even if he hadn’t cared about any of the chargers personally, it would’ve just went against everything he stood for.

when are they the happiest? - when he's exploring the wilderness with his party, probably picking elfroot or iron lol

how do they feel about the mark/the anchor? - it doesn’t really cause him very much pain so he sees it mostly as something  that’s just there and helps him deal with this whole mess.

upon first meeting cole, were they afraid of him? - not really? he could tell that he was different but Thedas is full of so much surreal and nonsensical shit that this kid who acts a bit outside of the established rules of the society didn't really faze him. when he first met Cole during the attack on Haven, his first reaction was that “why is this young kid out here??? get him to safety!!!!” but yknow in a way where he could still see that Cole was perfectly capable of pulling his own weight, Duke just worries.

did they use the templars or the mages to close the breach? - mages

what was their court approval like at the winter palace? did they have any fun at all? - the only things that Duke liked during the whole charade was seeing Josephine and Leliana enjoying the whole thing AND getting to dance with Dorian. he got 100 court approval but he hated that everybody kept shitting on him for being a dwarf etc. also dealing with Gaspard, Celene, and Breala was frecking frustrating.

someone is encroaching on their love interest. how do they respond? - idk how to answer this. he knows that Dorian can handle himself but if the situation requires his help then he will get supper angry and protective

what is their favourite weapon? - Duke’s Bayard!! :D this really great bow that he got made

are there any creatures in the wild that they refuse to/are reluctant to kill? why? - nugs because to him they look like a rabbit and an old wrinkly man merged into one. so yea, no. he also doesn’t like killing dragons. the only proper dragon he and his party ever killed was the big one in the hinterlands but Duke didn't feel right about it afterwards so he never went after another again

what is their opinion on blood magic? would they ever use it, if given the chance? - to him blood magic is just a type of magic really but I don't think he'd use it if he were able to

what is their favourite place within playable regions? - interestingly, the hinterlands. it's because he grew up in fereldan is used to that kind of nature

did they feel suspicious of dorian upon first meeting him, because of his tevinter heritage? - a bit, yes, but it quickly faded

as a whole, how do they feel about tevinter + the imperium? - he hates the whole slavery business that they've got going on over there but Dorian manages to convince him that the imperium could be changed so he has hope for it. he doesn't blindly hate every vint he meets.

did they encourage cullen to continue taking lyrium, or to stop? for what reasons? - to stop because even though he’s not very close to Cullen and he has his issues with him, he didn't want him to be dependent of lyrium in order to work to the best of his abilities. because Cullen is in charge of such a huge part of the Inquisition, he needs him to be dependable

does it bother them to sleep in tents when on the road with the inquisition? - nope! Duke loves tracking and yknow finding and looking for stuff out in the wilds so he’s used to that sort of thing since he grew up in a naturey place. he had to spend a lot of nights in similar situations while he was part of the Carta too

are they an optimist, a pessimist, or neutral? - i guess something between an optimist and a neutral? I guess you could call him an optimistic realist. he rarely veers towards pessimism

if varric wrote a book about your inquisitor, how would they feel about that? - he would actively encourage it because it would be fucking hilarious to read

do they get along with vivienne? - nope, he doesn’t even recruit her.

are they afraid of anything specifically? - spiders

what was their reaction to the destruction of haven?

how do they feel about “the game”? - a bunch of nugcrap

are they especially protective of certain inquisition members, even those capable of defending themselves? - even though he knows that all three of them can take care of themselves and he trusts them to do so, he still worries about them the most. Cole, Krem , and scout Harding.

do they like their skyhold pajamas? - he hates the pajamas. but the outfits that he usually wears look superrr fly so he doesn’t mind those one bit

are there any insults they find to be especially offensive? (i.e. “knife ear”/”rabbit” for elves, “oxmen” for qunari, ect.) - I am not sure what insults a dwarf would get in terms of specific words. the fact that people keep making comments about the Inquisitor surprisingly being a dwarf does annoy him though

if varric gave them a nickname, what would it be? - either cherry because of his red hair OR the Archduke :P

do they enjoy being the inquisitor? - yes!! at the beginning, he's more wary of it, which of course makes sense, but even then he's just ready to take on the role of the leader because no one else will do it and he does have the mark so it makes sense for him to do it. as time moves on he grows to really like it! he makes a great leader and he knows it.

[why-are-there-crocs-in-my-stew]

okay so here’s the crappy Daniel/Blake backstory

Warning: Kinda long, violence, profanity

okay this is in universe D7, otherwise known as the corrupt universe.

for context here, we gotta explain what bin done happened.

so basically it starts out as the normal universe but what’s this? Axphiel is like “Alright I’m done with all your guys’ shit (specifically Android himself) and guess what? I’m the main antagonist now.” and then Ax slowly corrupts the main characters one by one until it gets to the main main character Shift (who literally just looks like Ax because Ax was originally a clone or something) 

so yeah Axphiel really like guns okay? and then she makes a special bullet with a metal called Daem (and upon further research i found out that is an organization) which pretty much looks like scrap metal but is extremely dangerous to Demons (killing Simon, a half-demon OC) but can also heal Nymns (which is a zombie immortal type thing that Axphiel is) so that means if Ax gets shot she’ll only get stronger. But when shot at a human it causes Deprathy (a fun little virus sorta in between tetanus and cancer) and depending on who you are, the faster/slower it spreads. It can also cause insanity, which is pretty important.

so anyway, Shift meets up with Daniel, and since uh oh, Axphiel is a sadistic bitch and killed a shit ton of people, including most of Daniel’s family, Shift kinda just adopts him sorta- 

so yeah since Daniel’s 12 at the time he’s mostly traumatized (y a y) so yeah.

then they stop most of the Corrupts (The other corrupted main OCs) and the only sane “Corrupt” isn’t actually a Corrupt, just Jace, who died and Andrew (Android) was reincarnated by (not as, but by) and yeah they don’t actually fight, but become good with each other and he just kinda stops.

but oh no whats this? turns out Axphiel shot Shift with one of the bullets a long time ago and guess who has Deprathy now? so yeah now Shift’s pissed and suddenly realizes that Daniel’s Blake and sees the similarities (this will be explained) and convinces the Corrupts that were recently good with him now turn against him because they all hate Blake (what a surprise!) oh yeah and Ax officially died-

(note that there were 3 possible outcomes but they got the worst one making the universe D7-3)

so yeah the actual Blake in that universe is like, “hey Daniel didn’t do anything that was my fault so stop attacking him” and Shift’s still pissed at him and wanna know a fun fact? Shift had to cut off their hand to stop Deprathy from spreading but boy oh boy that backfired and they had to replace it with a scrap metal hand that is h i g h l y dangerous and will cut anything it touches.

so guess what gets cut here? Blake’s throat :)

okay moving back to Daniel, they manage to stop Shift but also get their hand cut from the scrap metal hand and wait- that’s not scrap metal that’s D a e m-

Daniel already knew about how it could be stopped but was hesitant to cut off his own hand and a little too hesitant because by the time he cut it and bandaged it up while screaming like Bloody Mary, the Deprathy had already spread. but it didn’t spread that much.

so badda bing badda boom, Daniel’s back to being around actual people again, and goes to school again (because that’s what you do when you’re 14-15 years old) and eventually, is done with everything. Then after school, go back to the ruined house that used to be the main group’s, switch up their sweatshirt, and they’re not Daniel anymore. that’s right, Blake spawns in and just takes control, and he starts out as True!Blake, the cold-hearted murderer, and it stays like that for a while.

guess what Blake learns what to do? universe, space, and time travel my boys. so he goes to a different universe and back 20 years when he’s like 22 or something-

yeah okay so Jace is still alive, and Blake kills and Daniel is sad and p i s s e d so he finally gets some control. next thing you know, Shift also exists there and is c h i l d so Daniel manages to gain most control and helps Shift a bit and yeah now that relationship happened and Blake died down to a regular Blake and no longer a murderer guy.

then this also could’ve happened and the universe repeated itself, becoming D7-3 again.

I might draw the AU characters tonight or something idk yet-

but also thanks if you got this far and to see who’s the people who actually bothered to read this thing, reply to this post with “marinara”