#also. a while off being presentable could mean i lock in tomorrow and get it to a non-disgusting state in a day.

[ollylotl]

i literally get paid real life money to make websites professionally but when i try to make one for myself i feel like some sort of ape banging rocks together. anyway hashtag preview! mostly bcuz i think these assets i drew are cool and the website is a while off being presentable but i want validation now lmfao

[themunflower]

How We Got Here: Part Three

Kouign-Amann: "Hey. Are you still up?"

Capsaicin: "Yeah. I haven't been sleepin' too well since… Well, you know."

Kouign-Amann: "They're holding his funeral without his body present. They've been trying to figure out what the Hell happened to him, but it's hard to run any tests, because the only thing left of him is abnormally hard sugar. Everyone's stumped."

Capsaicin: "I kind of expected that. It's morbid to say, but… I don't think there's any way they could fit him in a coffin like that… "

Kouign-Amann: "Morbid, but you're right. The only thing they have figured out is that he was apparently suffering from the flu. He'd warned his teachers he was too sick to come to class for a while, his doctor confirmed he came in suspecting he might have the flu the day before that. He also had filled a prescription for a few extra-strength fever reducers."

Capsaicin: "Think it could have been the pills?"

Kouign-Amann: "Nope. That was the first thing they tested. The pills were ruled out."

Capsaicin: "Sucks that they can't really tell us anything else, since we don't know if this even was a freak accident. I've heard some whispers about campus police starting to suspect a really bizarre murder involving a sabotaged potion."

Kouign-Amann: "I saw a bunch of his potion ingredients were used up, but I don't think we should assume murder just yet. I mean… How would you even DO something like this?"

Capsaicin: "S'what I was thinking. Plus, his doors and windows were locked from the inside. Nearly all his food was gone. I get the feeling he knew something was wrong, just not HOW wrong…

Kouign-Amann: "… "

Capsaicin: "Are you okay?"

Kouign-Amann: "I'm sorry, I just… I don't like thinking about the possibility that he suffered something like… THAT… all alone. And the fact that the sugar was starting to disintegrate into the air like that… How long had it been? I… I'm gonna be honest, I've been having nightmares about what we saw…"

Capsaicin: "… "

Kouign-Amann: "Ah, S-sorry. Didn't mean to upset you. Well, more than we both already are. It's not helping that on top of everything else, I've felt off for the past couple of days. I think I might have actually worried myself sick."

Capsaicin: "Maybe take some time off? The headmaster here already offered me time away from classes."

Kouign-Amann: "Same here. I'm probably gonna take him up on the offer. I couldn't focus this morning during swordsmanship practice."

Capsaicin: "I can come stay with you if you need me to."

Kouign-Amann: "… I think I would appreciate that, yes."

Capsaicin: "I'll let the headmaster know where I'm going tomorrow. Right now, I think we both need some sleep."

Kouign-Amann: "I'll try, but no promises, haha… "

Capsaicin: "Good night, Kouign."

Kouign-Amann: "G'night."

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They had no way of knowing what they were about to unleash on the world…

INTRODUCTION END.

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INTRO COMIC COMPLETE!

I'm gonna buy myself pizza, drinks, and breadsticks tonight to celebrate, HELL YEAH!

Also, another official announcement, since @magicalkaite20 has been helping me write the AU over on Discord, she's officially a co-author on this AU!

GOOD SWEET FUCK THIS WAS LONG… And the insane thing? The original draft was longer. But because I'm not a fan of permanent tendon damage and I go insane from stir-craziness if I can't get out on my bike at least a couple times a week, I revised my script a few times to get it to a do-able length. Yes, I actually wrote out a whole-ass script for all of this before I even started drawing.

This wound up being trickier than expected, because it's hard to make a convo between two characters over a video call NOT be visually boring. I tried, lol

Had to darken that last panel in Firealpaca because my scanner is ass and just LOVES to wash out my art when there's a lotta black. :( It also loves de-saturating the fuck out of artwork if there's multiple shades of one color. Good GOD I need to replace that…

Anyway, I'ma rest mah wrists for a day or two before I start drawing more for this AU. In the mean time, now would be the time to ask questions about it if you have 'em. Just a heads up, I might not be able to answer some questions fully or at all due to spoilers. I'll still answer to let you know you'll hafta wait on that.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

PLEASE AGERE FIC OF JJ REGRESSING WHILE OUT ON A CASE AND SHE SLIPS SO FAR DOWN BUT STILL WANTS TO DO HER CATCHING THE UNSUB WORK BUT EMILY AND SPENCER NOTICE AND THEY DO SOMETHING ABT IT!

˚. ❝₊˚ big enough ❞ ˚₊·

» jennifer jearau x spencer reid x emily prentiss

» a/n: lowkey just turned spencer & jj centric but it’s fine

» warnings: pen chewing, jj being insecure about her regression, minor case details are discussed

Spencer taps his foot against Emily’s, nodding his head over to where Jj sits across from them- her face is all screwed up like she’s thinking extremely hard about something, the bottom of her pen stuck between her teeth, and the papers she has in front of her spread across the table in a very-unlike-Jj way. Well, unlike big Jj, regressed Jj loves to spread her papers around so she can look at them all at once without having to try and flip through them as he motor skills can falter at times during her regression.

“You okay Jj?” Emily asks, picking up on the same behavior Spencer has.

“Mmm, all good…” Her voice trails off and the pen gets gnawed on a little harder, her shoulders hunching inwards in a way Reid has come to know means Jj’s trying to hide herself away.

“Are you feeling small?” Spencer’s sure to keep his tone perfectly neutral, not wanting Jj to think he’s expecting one answer or another.

It’s been a couple months since the team was let in about Jj’s regression and Reid’s quickly cataloged what shifts in her actions or word choice could mean she’s slipped, in turn, he’s also learned how insecure Jj can be about her small side. One night she had admitted to him that she feels like a burden for regressing around the team and anytime someone asks her she feels like they’re waiting for her to say she’s big, getting disappointed when she admits to feeling little. Of course Spencer reassured Jj how wrong that is and that the entire team loves her little side, he’s not sure it’s sunk in yet. He’ll just need to keep reminding her.

“I dunno.” She finally mumbles out after a beat of silence, Spencer feels himself soften at her sweet tone.

“Do you think you should take a break from working?” It’s just reading old files and writing down some notes to present to Hotch tomorrow morning so it really won’t be a problem for Jj to stop. Half the team has already disappeared to the hotel next door to go to sleep for the night, the trio are the only bau members left in the police station.

“No! I- I mean, no, no I’m okay.” Her volume drops as her cheeks burn red from the sudden outburst, her hand reaching to twist a lock of her hair around and hide her face behind it.

“Sweetheart it’s okay if you need to stop.” Emily offers gently but Jj looks away from her and back down to her notes, her free hand picking the pen she dropped back up to resume biting the end.

“I wanna help, I’m big enough.” The protest borders on sounding like it could send Jj into tears- Reid instantly searches his brain to come up with a solution, the last thing he wants is for Jj to cry.

“Course you are J, do you think you could help me with the map?” Thankfully the blonde perks up at the offer and watches with rapt attention as Reid turns to rummage around his satchel bag.

“I need to color this area red so we know where the unsub has already been.” He hands over a map and a red colored pencil - he has a second copy of the map if this one becomes unusable but he figures this could actually help with the case which is obviously what Jj wants.

“Can you do that?” He gets an eager nod in response that Spencer can’t help but smile at. He’s sure she’ll either be beaming tomorrow when the map is hung up or absolutely mortified, he’s hoping for the former but either way he’s just happy to help her out right now.

[sablesides-writing-corner]

My Muse's Mirror (Pt.2)

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The dread set in once Virgil realized it was nearly five in the morning and Roman still hadn't come in to tell him to go to bed.

It wasn't the kind of dread that made him think his beloved was dying of course, but it was dread nonetheless.

“Roman? Is everything ok? Are you just asleep?” Virgil whispered as he approached the main bedroom.

The racking chorus of coughs that followed was all the answer he needed.

“Right! Well- you are not going into work tomorrow- and I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight-” Virgil said, Roman only responded with a feeble thumbs up and another outburst of coughing.

It was going to be a long night.

Virgil plopped himself back down on the couch, mourning the loss of warmth at not sleeping in the same bed as his knight in shining bother, but safety was safety- he wasn't about to get himself sick and risk not being able to take care of Roman.

Roman still wasn't awake by the time Virgil tore himself up off the couch, electing to start the day with a completely normal and healthy 3 cups straight of coffee with extra extra sugar.

Then it was time to get started on The Soup.

The Soup, as Virgil remembered it, was a longtime ancestral recipe of his families, which was supposed to cure any sickness, and hey, it did its job on him when he was a kid, why not try it out now.

So Virgil got out the biggest cooking pot he could find, and got to work.

It was a long, grueling, sweaty few hours later when the thing was finally done, and the kitchen smelled so alarmingly of backyard herbs that Virgil wouldn't be surprised if the smell was still there by Christmas.

And, just in time, he heard the dismayed groaning of Roman finally waking up from what Virgil could probably only describe as a brief coma.

“Alright big guy- I've got something that might help” Virgil said as he finished ladelling some of The Soup into a bowl.

“I feel like I got hit by like. Six buses.” was all Roman could manage to get out.

“Summer sickness'll do that to you- now eat up before I start spooning it in for you,” Virgil said with a laugh. Once he was sure Roman would finish the food on his own he went back to the kitchen to get the rest of The Soup into a suitable container.

He also took it upon himself to call into Roman's work to confirm his sick day- or days, if necessary- and muttered a silent prayer that it was his nice coworker that answered the phone this time.

Then it was time for the dreaded family phone call.

“Where is my ailing baby brother! I've got presents!” Remus called as he burst through the door.

“Remus that was locked,” said Virgil in exasperation.

“Oh- well! It's probably not broken!” Responded the man, ruffling Virgil's hair- as if it wasn't messy enough already from the humidity in the kitchen.

“He's still moping around in bed, hasn't gotten up pretty much all day,” Virgil answered Remus’ earlier question.

“Shouldn't be contagious- seems like it's just a cold so we're hoping it'll go away soon,” Virgil said, pulling out his drawing tablet while Remus had his little visiting hour with his brother.

It was a few hours before Remus left, and Virgil felt like his social battery was almost completely worn out.

“You know, you could still go to the carnival without me- if it's still in town,” Roman said in a raspy tone from the bedroom.

“I mean what else am I gonna do? Buy more jewelry?” Virgil said.

“I mean it! I think it'd be fun to hang out on your own for a bit- or invite Janus or something-” Roman continued, he seemed. . . Urgent. . . About it, almost weirdly so.

“I- alright- alright fine- I'll just- call Janus I guess-” Virgil said, pulling out his cellphone.

“So. . . Where did you say this carnival was? I thought it was open till the end of next month?” Janus said, looking around confused at the very much empty lot.

“Well. I can say it was here yesterday because I have picture- maybe something happened and they had to-” Virgil paused for a second as something glinted in the corner of his eye. He took a few steps towards whatever it was, and found a pendant lying on the ground, a spider holding a large purple gem hanging off of the chain.

“This that necklace you were going on about?” Janus asked, Virgil nodded, eyes still transfixed on the jewelry.

“Well, they left it here, their loss I guess- shall we?” Janus asked.

Virgil still didn't respond. Something about the necklace was. . . Familiar. . . He just wasn't entirely sure what.

“Virgil. . . Virgil. . . Virgil!” Virgil was finally jolted back into realty by the sound of his cousin's yelling in the background.

“Oh! Uh- sorry- got uh- distracted-” Virgil responded, Janus looked bemused.

“Let's- let's just get home ok? I think you've got a stuffy nosed prince to be looking after, hm?”

“I uh- yeah. . . Yeah. . .”

He'd worry about the necklace later, after he washed it off thoroughly.

Roman still wasn't any better when he got home, which was expected- Virgil hadn't thought he'd cured him, but he'd at least expected him to get a little better.

But he'd been wrong- in fact Roman almost seemed to have gotten worse. . .

“Goodnight hun,” Virgil said as he left the bathroom to go lay down on the couch.

He stared at the necklace in his hands for a long time, turning it over in his palms, running his thumb along the purple gem in the center.

He knew this necklace from somewhere. . . He just couldn't remember. And that was very, very inconvenient.

He set the pendant down on the table next to the couch and decided to leave the pondering for tomorrow, worrying about it now wouldn't do him any good, probably. . .