#and it wasn’t even the lineart I spent so long on! if anything that was my favorite part of the whole process

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Day 12

Prompt: You meet your soulmate in your dreams every night.

Word Count: 3,321

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Logan drifted off with a smile on his face. Soon, he was met with a large room that took up two stories, a bay window that had a lovely area to curl up in, and more bookshelves than anyone could ask for filled to the brim with books on any subject he’d ever learned. Looking out the window would reveal that it was constantly pouring, a gentle rain that released a calm into the air. Upon the seat at the window was a figure in a hoodie, the hood pulled up over his head. His feet were curled beneath him as he sat back against the padded wall. He was deep in a book, lost to the world around him. 

Logan smiled at the sight of his soulmate, walking over to the window seat and the figure curled up on it. “How are you tonight?” His voice was soft, speaking before he approached. 

Virgil looked up, eyes bleary from being dragged out of the story. “Hmm?”

Logan couldn't help but laugh as he sat down next to his soulmate. He knew he wasn’t really his soulmate, just his mind's recreation of him. But he’d been assured that his soulmate acted just like his mind thought he did. Logan didn’t know the science behind it but assumed it was a defense against differences in time zones and sleeping habits or a way of letting soulmates meet, even if one has died.

“Oh, I’m doing fine.” Virgil‘s voice drew him out of his thoughts. 

Logan smiled, shifting so he was sitting with a pillow in his lap and his legs drawn up beside him. He gently patted the pillow, inviting Virgil to lay his head on it. When he did so, Logan began to run his fingers through his hair, having been told that it calms Virgil’s anxiety as it lets him know Logan is there and it feels nice. “Do you have a topic in mind for our talk tonight?” Logan asked absentmindedly.

Virgil shrugged. “I mean, I could always just read to you.”

Logan shook his head, pausing to gently scratch his nails against Virgil’s scalp. “No, I don’t think I’m in the mood for that. Are you?”

“I was simply offering it. If you want to talk about the latest episode of the paranormal podcast I’ve listened to, that’s up to you.”

Logan smiled. “Sure, tell me about that.” And thus, another quiet night was spent with his soulmate in his arms.

The next morning, Logan woke to an empty bed, an empty room, an empty apartment. He got dressed, ate his breakfast, and left for work. That was the thing about seeing his soulmate in his dreams; he got used to it. He got used to seeing him on a regular basis, got used to living with him in his mind. He got used to having Virgil there. It was hard to wake up sometimes, knowing all he had to do was drift off to see him.

He shook himself out of his thoughts when he got to work, his mind switching gears to focus on the lecture of the day. He went about the morning classes productively, until he got to office hours. He’d just sat down at his desk, his door open for students, when a knock sounded. 

“Come in!” He called without looking up.

Footsteps sounded before a voice he would recognize anywhere spoke. “I seem to have gotten a bit turned around. Could you help me find Professor Engel’’s office?”

He raised his head, eyes coming to rest on a face he’d only ever seen in his dreams. He smiled. “Are you her new TA, Virgil?”

The man startled. “Have we met before?”

Logan decided to just be cheesy, knowing Virgil loved Disney and secretly loved cheesy things. “Once upon a dream.”

He relaxed, sagging against the door frame. “Great, I just found my soulmate.” He muttered beneath his breath.

Logan chuckled. “Sorry, did I startle you?” He decided to forgo the question of why Virgil didn’t recognize him as he could already see the eye bags that signaled he was not one to sleep often. 

His soulmate shrugged. “Just a little. Seriously, though,” he glanced at the nameplate on the door, “Logan, I really need to know where her office is.”

Logan nodded. “Of course. Take a left at the end of this hall and a right at the end of that one. Her office should be the third door on the right.”

Virgil smiled. “Thanks.” There was a pause as he stood there for a few more seconds. “Should I come back later to discuss the soulmate thing?”

“I’m just doing office hours right now so as long as a student isn’t in here, you’re free to do so.”

Virgil left, coming back in half an hour. In that time, only one student had briefly dropped by in between classes to ask him to clarify something from the syllabus. He made a note to change that to be clearer if he reused that particular syllabus. “Hey, you still open?”

Logan looked up briefly. “I just have to finish this note and then I’m free to talk.”

Virgil took a seat and waited, his fingers fiddling with the lid of the thermos he carried. Logan jotted down the correction on a sticky note before spinning around to stick it to the wall. He let the momentum carry him around a full rotation, coming back around to face Virgil, who was smiling at his antics. 

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

Virgil sighed, his fingers stilling. “How about that stupid law that says that once you meet your soulmate you have to move in with them as soon as possible?”

“Yeah, there’s that. How is your living situation?”

Virgil shrugged. “I’ve just got a small apartment. No pets, no roommates.”

Logan pulled out a notepad and began to jot things down.  “How many bedrooms does it have?”

Virgil’s brow furrowed as he frowned. “Why does that matter?” His voice was defensive.

Logan looked up at him. “It matters because I’d prefer to sleep in two separate rooms as we are still practically strangers. This way, we’d be closer to roommates than soulmates and would feel no need to form a romantic relationship if we don’t desire one.” He paused, ignoring the fact that he knew he was already in love with Virgil. “Would you be more comfortable sleeping in the same bed?” 

Virgil shook his head almost too quickly. “No, two bedrooms is ideal. My current apartment only has one.”

Logan made another note. “My apartment has two bedrooms. Is yours close to anything you like, such as a favorite store, park, movie theatre, or even the school?”

Virgil bobbled his head as he thought. “Not really.”

“Mine is only a fifteen minutes drive from most things.” Logan paused as a thought hit him. “Even though my apartment sounds like the obvious choice, would you prefer to find a completely new apartment? It might feel better for both of us to move into something instead of one person moving into the other’s space.”

Virgil smiled. “Yeah, a new apartment sounds nice. You know, this is almost providence as the lease of my current apartment is almost up anyways.”

Logan wrote that down as well. “Do you have anything you are allergic to? Food, creatures, medicine?”

“I can’t have most seafood due to iodine. I’m also allergic to red fire ants. You?”

“I’m allergic to peanuts but you are welcome to have them in the house in any form as long as you make sure to label them and clean up after the mess as even just a bit of the oil on my skin can be dangerous. Other than that, I don’t think so.”

Logan searched through his drawers, pulling out a calendar. He flipped it open to the current month. “Do you have any time that’s good for apartment hunting?”

Virgil pulled his phone out of his hoodie pocket and Logan couldn’t help but notice the Nightmare Before Christmas case he had on it. “Uhh, I’m free on the weekend or any time after three in the afternoon.”

They planned for the next few minutes of where they preferred the apartment to be and what times worked best for them. A few days later, they were out apartment hunting together. They found the one they wanted and applied, managing to get it on the first try. Both of their names were on the lease and they were moving in the next weekend. Logan had his friend Roman come and help while Virgil roped his brother Patton into doing so, finding out the pair were soulmates in the process.

Logan had loved Virgil for about three years now but it was quite clear that Virgil hadn’t been aware of Logan’s existence until they’d met. So, while they were sitting on the floor of their shared apartment and eating a dinner of pizza, Logan decided to ask about it. “Virgil, may I ask about your sleeping habits?”

Virgil put down the slice of pizza he’d been raising to his mouth. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

“I’m sure you know of seeing your soulmate in your dreams so by all means you should have recognized me on sight, just as I did you. Have you . . .  never seen me at all?” Logan was scared. He was scared to think that Virgil had never seen him but was more scared to think that Virgil had chosen to forget about him, chosen to not acknowledge his existence within him. 

Virgil shrugged, a small almost apologetic smile gracing his face. “I don’t sleep.”

Logan’s brow furrowed as a million questions jumped into his brain. “How is that possible? You’d have to sleep eventually.”

“I have pretty bad insomnia. Only one thing seems to have helped but I haven’t been able to do that since I was small. So, I deal with it. I plan around it, drinking energy drinks and caffeine, waiting for the inevitable collapse that comes where I basically just pass out for a few hours. As I’m unconscious, I don’t dream. Thus, I’ve never met my soulmate until you recognized me.”

Logan nodded, wiping his hands on a napkin. “Is there any way I can help? You mentioned something you could do to help it?”

“No, there’s nothing you can do to help although I appreciate the offer.”

With that, the conversation changed to a different topic while Logan’s mind wandered. He wondered if there was anything he could do to help. Determined, he silently promised to be the best housemate anyone could ever ask for. He was going to be quiet whenever possible and make sure to stay out of Virgil’s way. He’d pretend to not even be there for much of the time. 

That lasted a week before the system broke down. Logan had been sitting on the couch doing some work when Virgil came home, looking even more exhausted than usual. Logan began to gather his things, meaning to move to his room to give Virgil space. As he did so, he glanced up at his roommate, who looked close to tears.

Logan instantly dropped everything he had, not caring about the scattering of his neat piles, to move over to Virgil, hands hovering. “Is something wrong? Did something bad happen?”

Virgil dropped his bag. “Do you really hate me that much?” His voice was watery and he looked even closer to tears now.

Logan paused, confusion plain on his face. “What do you mean? Why would I hate you?” His voice was as soft as he could make it, trying to be gentle with his sleep deprived soulmate.

“You always leave the room as soon as I walk in, you only talk to me when I speak first. Do you really hate me already?”

Logan shook his head. “No! I don’t hate you, quite the opposite in fact.”

Virgil sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Then why do you avoid me so much?”

“I don’t mean to avoid you. My intention was to give you space so you don’t feel like I forced you to move in with me.” Logan had no idea what to do about the sleep deprived TA in front of him so he was as sincere as possible. 

Virgil nodded before shuffling over to the couch and dropping onto it. “Don’t. Just stay.”

Logan got the hint and sat back down, beginning to fix his piles. He glanced over at Virgil every once in a while, seeing he was in the same position of sitting with his head thrown back and eyes closed. He eventually sat back as he set up his computer on his lap. It was then that Virgil tilted to the side, his head ending up on Logan’s shoulder. Logan froze, waiting for Virgil to move or say something. Instead, his roommate and soulmate just snored. 

Logan smiled, taking the opportunity to kiss the top of his head and whisper, “Sleep well,” before going back to his work.

When he woke, Virgil stirred and Logan’s hand came up to cradle Virgil’s head, quietly shushing him. Virgil pulled away entirely but still sat close. Logan put down his book and looked over at him. “Did you have a nice nap? I tried to be quiet so as to not interrupt it.”

Virgil smiled. “I dreamt for the first time in ten years.”

Logan was surprised but happy. “Oh, that’s nice. Did you enjoy the experience? I find it rather calming myself.”

Virgil nodded. “I did. Although, I do have a few questions for you.”

“I’ll answer them as best I can.”

“Did our conversation before I fell asleep actually happen or was that part of the dream?”

“You came home and got upset when you saw me begin moving back to my room. You expressed a feeling of inadequacy that I corrected as best I could. Is that the conversation you were thinking of?”

Virgil nodded. “Okay, so, how do you feel about me?”

Logan reached out, as if he wanted to cradle Virgil’s face. “I don’t want to tell you the extent of my emotions as I’m not sure you’re ready for them. I can say that I don’t hate you in the slightest.” He hesitated. “Do you hate me?”

Virgil was quick to shake his head, hand reaching out to rest on Logan's arm. “I may not have had enough time yet to accurately gauge your personality but I like what I’ve seen so far.”

Logan nodded and he felt like there was a weight lifted from his shoulders. “Okay. In that case, I think we need to establish some house rules.”

They discussed at length such things as shared spaces and personal ones, communication of needs, and communication in general. Then, as it was already getting to their usual eating time, they both made their way to the kitchen. Logan started looking through the fridge. “Hey, how was the latest episode of your paranormal podcast?” He popped his head out of the fridge to look at Virgil. “Sorry, I just realized how creepy that could sound.”

Virgil just shrugged, settling onto a clean and out of the way part of the counter. “It’s fine. I’m always willing to talk about that thing as no one else seems to care.”

Logan pulled out ingredients for pancakes before closing the door. “Well, I enjoy hearing about it and find it a calming part of my routine.” He didn’t mention that he found Virgil looked his best when he was animated and talking about a topic he enjoyed. He didn’t mention that he could watch and listen to him for hours, never getting bored of him. He didn’t  say it, knowing that it’s too soon and it would freak him out. So, instead, he listened to him ramble with a smile on his face, occasionally making comments to spur him down a different rabbit hole. 

The rest of the month went smoothly. They got to know each other over that time, Logan learning the small things that showed that Virgil was alive and not just his imagination and Virgil learning everything there was to know about Logan. Logan made sure to answer any question he had and gave him as much information as he could while doing so. 

It was toward the end of the month when it happened. Logan had just been drifting off when he heard a soft knock at his door. Sitting up, he fumbled for his glasses case and the lamp switch. “Virgil? Is that you?” He called quietly.

The door opened with a barely audible click, Virgil coming to stand in the doorway. Logan finally got his glasses on to see Virgil in his nightclothes, fingers playing with the ends of his too long sleeves. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” His voice sounded different, softer and more scared than Logan had ever heard from him. 

Logan smiled, gesturing for him to come in. “It’s alright. Is there something I can help with?”

“I can’t sleep.” It almost sounded like an apology.

Logan nodded, sitting up fully and crossing his legs beneath his weighted blanket. “Okay. Do you want me to talk with you for a bit?”’

“I was actually hoping you could . . . Nevermind, this was stupid.” He turned to go.

Logan stood, reaching Virgil in a few strides. He didn’t try to stop him, but did put a gentle hand on his arm. “Hey, no. Your needs and wants are valid. Talk to me, please.”

Virgil shrugged. “I fell asleep on your shoulder a month ago and dreamt for the first time in ten years. I don’t know, I guess I was just wondering if I could try that again.”

Logan smiled. “You want to try to sleep with physical contact?”

“Yeah, that.” Virgil sounded relieved that he didn't have to explain himself further.

“Okay. Come on in and make yourself comfortable.”

In a few minutes, they were curled up together in bed. Virgil was on his stomach, head on Logan's chest, while Logan had his arms wrapped around his roommate. The lamp had been turned off and Logan’s glasses had been safely returned to their case. After being in a similar position with his imagination’s fabrication of Virgil, Logan raised a hand to card through Virgil’s hair. He realized what he was doing and stopped, putting the hand flat on the mattress.

Virgil tilted his head to look at Logan. “You don’t have to stop. That felt kind of nice, actually.”

Logan smiled, his hand going back to the familiar rhythm that calmed him even after years of doing it. They both soon drifted off like that, held in each other’s arms and perfectly content. In the morning, Virgil told Logan he’d dreamt again and they celebrated a little before they had to get to work.

Soon, that became a recurring event. Sometimes, it was three nights a week that Logan would find Virgil curled up beside him, sometimes it was less or more. After the third week in a row of this behavior, Logan had to sit down and talk with Virgil about it. They worked out that having physical contact with another human helped Virgil sleep, something about his anxiety calming when he felt protected. 

One night, Virgil was curled against Logan, who was reading aloud in an attempt to lull Virgil to sleep. Virgil reached up, his hand coming to curve around Logan’s jaw and pause his reading. Leaning closer, Virgil softly planted a kiss on Logan’s cheek and muttered, “I love you, soulmate.”

Logan turned, kissing Virgil’s palm. “I love you too, soulmate.” He closed the book and set it aside, turning off the lamp before sliding deeper into the bed and curling around Virgil. They both fell asleep, comfortable, protected, and loved.

[wiinterrose]

          ( xavier serrano , male , he/him, 23 ) omg ! i was walking yonge street downtown , and you’ll never guess who i saw . 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 ! i just saw a post about them on sixsecrets ! i think it said something like “ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝟓 𝐀𝐌 : 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ?” . isn’t that wild ? i guess it makes sense through , since they’re apparently 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 and 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 . but i’ve heard they’re also 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 and 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 ! i’ll just stick to giving them the benefit of the doubt . i mean , it’s not like i know them personally — they’re a famous 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 / 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑 ! you know , i’ve actually heard rumors that ██████████████████, but they’re just rumors … i think . i dunno . if you happen to run into them , tell them i’m their biggest fan ! ( ollie , they / them , 21 , est )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

— mikey was born and raised in winnipeg because i think it’s funny when characters are from winnipeg. if you’re from winnipeg i’m so sorry. definitely was born on the coldest day of that year ( so like some point in january )

— but because of those long, cold harsh winters, mikey found himself in a dance studio a lot. his aunt was a dance teacher and with rather absent parents who meant well but both had long hours at the local hospital, he spent a lot of time with her. he fell in love with dance pretty early on, always having a certain fluidity and grace even when he was young.

— random but he also played hockey up until he was like 16 or whatever because he’s canadian and i’m not stupid. it happened. he can still skate tho. in a slightly different life he probably would have been a pretty good figure skater huh 🤔🤔🤔 but anyway...

— also feel like it makes sense that he did gymnastics. and trained in classical ballet.

— he went to university of toronto for college, studying kinesology and dance, and danced at one of the prestigious studios in the city.

— his big break moment was when in his sophomore year at ut, he made it onto the second season of world of dance in early 2017 ( lets pretend that show has been on longer than it has bc i don’t want it to be the first season of it sldk ). he made it all the way to the finals and quickly become a fan favorite along the way. though he ultimately placed second and missed out on the million dollars, that was the beginning of many doors opening for him. ( for those who, might have the vaguest clue what i’m talking about : i’m highkey feeling like, michael dameski style which is an idea i had after i named him michael so don’t @ me for him having the same first name ).

— millions watched that show, including some prominent agents and scouts who were able to help him launch a professional dance career : something he never thought he’d see himself actually doing. his first big gig was making the dance team for some singer’s north american tour, and he ended up not returning to ut to pursue a professional dance career full time. since then he’s danced in a few music videos for some uber famous musican ( same one he went on tour with or not idk ?? also a wc ?? maybe ?? ), a tv show, couple movies, and other various gigs around the city. he works part time at a studio when he has time, and has been honing his choreography skills as well.

— he makes enough dancing, but certainly not enough to make him RICH. no, that come from an impromptu vlog he did while on tour with aforementioned singer. having already garnered a following from world of dance, he soon rose to youtube fame as well, something he never could have predicted. i feel like his videos are very just, day in a life with various random challenges mixed in, and various workout and flexibility tips. he also still does pieces and duets with other prominent dancers just for fun too. his natural charisma and attitude really just carries him through easily lmao.

— mikey developed a bit of a habit of sleeping around when he left for college, all the newfound freedom was just intoxicating and well. he was hot so. it wasn’t like it was hard alsdkjf. that stuck around well into his blossoming dance career. nothing that was enough to be scandalous, but he made his way around. and then a year and a half into this unforeseen new life, he met matthew glass.

— he’d had a couple serious relationships before, one in high school, one his freshman year of college but neither of them could hold a flame to what he felt when he was with matt. perfection wasn’t something mikey believed in, but he almost did with what they had.

— it was like for over a year and a half he lived in this insane dream, and then mikey and matt broke up and he was devastated ( behind closed doors and with curtains pulled tightly shut ).

— he then proceeded to broadcast how perfectly fine he was doing by going back to his old ways and sleeping around obsessively, this time with very little regard as to how many headlines he was making. as far as coping mechanisms go, i guess sex is better than alcohol ?? not to say he wasn’t also drunk at times l o l.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂

— mikey is a... how do u say... im gunna write manwhore bc it’s accurate so pls don’t take offense. inch resting bc i’ve written smut like once in my eight year rping career but that’s what he decided he was gunna be and who am i to deny that.

— very bi. very much does not care. if the world didn’t know he was before, it definitely does now lmao. he hasn’t come out in the sense he’s like posted a video about it and said “i’m bisexual” but it’s pretty obvious from the media and maybe he has gotten asked in interviews and has just shrugged and been like does it matter ?? i’m sorry he’s not the vocal bi ally we need. perhaps we will work on that.

— hasn’t dated anyone since matt bc he’s highkey lowkey still hung up on him but no one needs to know that right. outwardly, he’s very much the same : seemingly happy, but he’s a lot more careful with his heart and letting people close to him. if anything he’s become a bit of a two-way mirror, always seeing out but never really letting people see in, just what they want to see.

— probably goes without saying but extremely flexible. idk if any of you know who juuse saros is but apparently he can twerk in a split and i’m not saying mikey can but like. he just might be able to...

— straight up does not get cold. never wears more than a hoodie, probably danced shirtless in the middle of winter just fine. at least being from winnipeg is good for one ( 1 ) thing.

— i feel like people call him flower. idk guys. maybe im just thinking too much abt hockey goalies.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

— he tends to be extremely underestimated as he comes across a bit dumb and generally has a pretty positive outlook on life which people confuse for him being naive when that isn’t the case. but he’s found he can use that it his advantage and that sometimes, people will tell him things they think he can’t understand but he hears and remembers everything. it’s helped him out of a few difficult situations before.

— i feel like he has a bit of ethan dolan’s personality & dumbass energy idk guys...

— live in the moment kind of dude. his motto is probably like : you just gotta know what you want to do next. i mean looking back on his life it’s been pretty crazy and that’s only solidified his outlook that like, you really can’t control too much. just let it go where it takes you.

— people do like him though and they like talking to him for whatever reason. generally has pretty trustworthy vibes but he’s more slippery than he comes across. he’s a selfish person at heart and always has his own best interests in mind, even if it doesn’t seem that way at first.

— extroverted. i think ??

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

— 6′1″. chocolate brown eyes. curly brown hair. he has a lithe but extremely fit build due to his career. his core strength is especially impressive. 

— he has a monochromatic lineart tattoo of a rose on his left forearm / wrist and a butterfly ( again monochromatic & just lineart ) on his right shoulder. small scar at the base of his neck by his ear from an unfortunate hockey accident.

— needs glasses but usually only wears contacts unless he’s in his apartment late at night.

— he’s not overly fashionable, going more for comfort than how he generally looks. on a regular day, he’s probably got the whole... college athlete look going if you know what i mean. a big fan of mirrored aviator sunglasses. wouldn’t know what dressing up meant even if it slapped him in the face.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

first and foremost i want to say that i like to vibe and brainstorm with people to come up with unique connections between our characters but here are a few ideas:

— the singer whose tour he danced on — singer whose music videos he’s been in — mayhaps even actors for that tv show / movie he was in ( v small role but whatevs. maybe they just Vibed yknow ) — flirtationship 😔 — always ye ol good hookup l o l — we keep running into each other idk maybe we should talk ??

TAKEN CONNECTIONS PAGE HERE

𝐎𝐎𝐂

          hey guys, i’m ollie. my intros are either written really eloquently or a big mess bc im trying to rub together a couple braincells at 1 am and whatever comes out, comes out. no need to guess which category this one falls into lmAO. anyway, i’m a slow plotter bc i’m easily overwhelmed trying to do too many things at once but i swear i will try to get to as many people as i can. and yeah this entire character is inspired by my love of world of dance don’t @ me... if u made it all the way down here u should watch this bc 😳 & mikey has the same athleticism and strength.

[lost-incident-kid]

Happy Birthday Miyu Sugisaki (for tommorow) might do some art for her idk

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Edit: ah heck! Ive had this queued for months, but i forgot to actually do the art haha, i’ll get something done overnight so it might be rushed and look like trash, it might look reasonably ok. Who knows at this point. I dont trust the sleepy version of myself to create anything good but hey, theyv created some stuff that wasn’t horrifying before :/

Ok, starting here i legit just start live-blogging myself staying up alnight drawing. Ignore me. I didnt know where else to say it. I’ll delete it later.

Edit 2: this isnt gonna be done. Like frick, i just spent 6 hours on miyu’s fricking hairstyle, thats all done and even shaded and looking fabulous but ive only got a rough lineart for litterally everything else. This might not be done, but if it is then her hair is gonna be a fuckign masterpiece (i hope). Im writing this edit at 1:42am, and im gonna go to bed somewhere between 4 and 5, lets go! Hell yeah! I might do this! Perhaps! Im gonna try! 3-4 sprint time! Yeah!

Edit 3: frick, im failing to do this, miserably. Its 3:03am and i got distracted playing mobile games and didn’t get anything done. My existence is futile, existentially im a waste and I should not exist. The atoms within me deserve to be part of something better. Sorry. I’m a f*ck up and unless I get my sh*t together in the next like 5 mins (unlikely) then this aint gonna be finished.

Edit 4: ok, meltdown like 20% over. Its 3:52am, I think the issue then was the face. Faces r hard bruh, they suck do draw. They a festive lil ho ho ho. I was drawing everything too high up on the face cuz my dumb *ss forgot to draw the line thingys on the face or even look at a reference image for proportions. Ive done it now amd life is now a bit more on track. Might get this done if I continue work in the morning.

Edit 4.5: nothin much (hence the .5), its 4:14am, just downed 4 cups o tea for caffeine and sugar (all the coffee we got is decaf lol). I’m gonna get this sh*t done! Ive litterally only coloured down to the face, neck and the hair but still.... I’m gonna get it done anyway! I dont care about going to bed between 4-5 anymore! I’m getting this done!

Edit 5: its less than ten mins later (4:22am) and im taking a quick 20m break to watch youtube while I wait for the caffeine to kick in because im too braindead to continue right now. Like what art style am i even trying? Idk... its really fricking complex tho. Lowkey pretty tho, like if i finish this im gonna be so proud of it like it looks great. But its taking forever and im need break.

Edit 6: ok we back. Its 4:41am, caffeine has not really kicked in but i cant permit myself any more time anyway. Back to drawning.

Edit 7: holy frick, new episode of the vrains dub came out. Man... im leaving vrains fanart to watch the vrains dub. Am I obsessed? Is this hyperfixation? Probably? Either way, its 4:50am and im going to go watch the new episode. I’ll come back to this when im done.

Edit 8: HOLY FRICK GUYS! THE DRAWING APP IM USING KEEPS CRASHING AND SAYS ITS STILL THERE BUT WONT LET ME CONTINUE AND KICKING ME OFF THE APP?!?! ITS 5:06AM AND THE PANIC ATTAC IS BACC! The new episode of the dub isnt completely out yet, im watching that version on yt where its just smol clips of it. Not all the clips r up yet. I was just going on it while waiting for the next clips to go up and thats when the app did the thing and life got 280% sucky-er.

Edit: 8.5 wahoot it stopped kicking me off the app and it let me continue. Its 5:12am and we are FINALLY continuing.

Edit 9: its 5:36 Im tired sleep time I’ll finis thos in the morning goodbye yall have a greatt day

Edit 10: ok, so im a failure. We live in the timeline that god abandoned. I cannot sleep. I shall get more cups of tea, watch yt until the caffeine actually kicks in, and then continue. Its 6:03 right now, I shall be back. Perhaps half an hour?

Edit 10.5: its 6:11am. Not much has happened, just a slight change of plans. Ik its irrelevant but im liveblogging so i gotta say, my eye hurts so im gonna stop looking at screens. Perhaps gonna try to sleep again, if not then i’ll put read a book, redo my makeup (it smudgey) or straight up just listen to music and stare into the void. Litterally anything other than look at my laptop/phone. Peace out homies, i’ll be back at some point before 7 probably (unless i do go to sleep).

Edit 11: Its 6:41am, my eye hurts. Ive been staring into the darkness and listening to various fallout boy songs. Now i feel edgy. Its been half an hour, so im gonna continue drawing. Caffeine and sugar has worn off again so im tired and unmotivated but yno what, it is what it is. Aint life nifty, i gotta get this done.

Edit 12: 6:52 everything burns im in pain my eye is on frickign fire and it looks bloodshot but now also weird azz headache that i never got one like this before so im gonna turn off all lights cuz that seems to make it marginally better am i dying probably idk either way im not gonna continue for multiple hours it is stare into the void time and stare into the void time alone ok this should be the last update

Edit 13: It is 3:16pm, didn’t continue liveblogging cuz i got one heck of a migrane. Im back and well... Happy birthday Miyu for today! I’m still gonna try to get this god forsaken art done, but holy shit what is that art style i did. Its genuinely nothing like anything ive done before, I don’t remember doing any of the colouring but apparently I did and it looks better than anything ive done before and idk if non-fricked up me can replicate it. I’m starting to wonder if i got bored and just copied it or something, like idk how i did it. Look at it

The grey is the lineart I remember doing but man tHE FRICKIGN HAIR like i couldnt have created that, could I? I can see why it was taking so long yesterday like holy shit man that stuff takes time yno

[stardewpapaalec]

Picture Imperfect

Pairing: Romantic Moxiety

Summary: Virgil draws to cope with his feelings, which could spell trouble when Logan accidentally finds out how he feels about Patton.

A/N: So I posted this a long time ago in four separate parts, but tumblr decided to be garbage and made it invisible on the tag search thingy, and I couldn’t save it. Instead, I decided to wait a while to calm down and repost it all-in-one so people can (hopefully) see it. I’m also tagging the people I tagged before so they know what all’s happening.

Warnings: Big panic attack/disassociation thing at the beginning and a minor one later, text is heavily altered when Virgil’s voice distorts (in case that bothers anyone), two sentences of suicidal thoughts, Patton almost cries a couple times, a single curse word, hot chocolate is mentioned twice, did I miss any?

Words: 3887

Chapter One: A Dark Corner

His fingers clenched the sleeves of his hoodie. They don’t want you. You only hurt them. You bring everyone down. He tried to focus on breathing. No, they care. You’re not the villain anymore. You ruin everything when Thomas is happy. That’s all you’re good for: ruin. He tried to calm down, but nothing worked. Things were shapes, words were sounds, his fingers gripped tighter, but the feeling was just fuzz, it’s not even fuzz the noise isn’t here it’s somewhere else my chest is tight where’s my heartbeat how do I breathe everything’s broken they know they know everyone knows he hates you he hates you you don’t belong here why do you even live anymore it’d be better for everyone if you were just dead

A faded voice tried talking to him. Odd-but-familiar shapes reached for him, a distant embrace that he didn’t know if he welcomed or rejected. He sensed a rhythmic motion; the only stabilizer he had to count his breaths.

In, 2, 3, out, 2, 3, count in head, stay in tune, chest is loose, steady now, breathing deeper, hold them closer, let them help you, you’re not alone, you are wanted here, do not worry now, it’s all coming back, shapes becoming things, these are someone’s arms, these are Patton’s arms?

Breathe. The world pieces back together. As he rests his head on Patton’s shoulder, he could hear his gentle voice more clearly.

“Are you okay, kiddo? What happened?”

The inevitable question. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it and sighed when nothing came out. How could he tell him? What could he tell him, without making things weird again? And the shaking – still shaking, even after he recollected himself.

He took a moment to organize his thoughts just to tell him anything at all, but his voice was still distorted. Doesn’t help that Patton is part of the problem. “I̵ l̵e̷f͢t.͏..so̸me̵thi͏n̸g̴ im͟pór͢t͞a̶nt ̛on̛ the҉ c̷o̧unt́e̸r ̷w͡hen ҉I̶ was ̕i͟n ̷the͏ k̢i̴tche̷n̴. Lo̷gan found̶ ít̷,̸ an͞d.̛..go̶d̸ ͢i̵f Ro͞ma͞n͡ ̵͘͠f̵̀ì͜͢ndş͘ ̀͘o҉͜u̧̕t͝͡,͢ ͘̕t̀ò҉̷ó́,͞ he’͡͏l͡͏̨ĺ ͢n͡ev̶҉é̷͟r ş͘h̴u͟t́ ͟u̸͠p̨ ͏àb͝o̵ut̶̡́ ̶̕͜it̨!̵̨͠” The distortion worsened with his anxiety. If Sir-Sing-A-Lot gets ahold of that drawing, he’ll either tell Patton – no, everyone – about Virgil’s biggest secret, or tease him relentlessly about it.

“What was it?”

An even worse – but also inevitable – question. “̸̵͡I͠͏..͞͝.͝͏Į c͡a̴͘ń̸̵’͝҉t ̴̶̡t̸͢e҉͝l͢͡l̴̸͠ ý̡o͝u̸̕.͠ ̧I͘̕͢t̶’̕s̡͘, ̴̧u̢h͟,͏̛͢ ͜pe͡r͡s͡o̵̷̢ń͞a͘l̛̀͠.͘” He wished he could calm down again; his voice in this condition could give him away just as easily as his sketchbook.

“Well, maybe I can talk to Logan about getting it back?” he gently offered. “He probably just thought it was his and hasn’t noticed yet. I don’t think he meant to upset you...”

That proposition could go one of two ways: Patton could get the sketchbook and immediately return it to Virgil without looking through the pages, or anything would happen and he’d find out about the drawings Virgil made to cope with his feelings for him. The latter seemed more likely, and he knew Patton would reject him, anyway. But he couldn’t talk to Logan himself; a million more things could go wrong if he tried. All options were risky. The more time he spent thinking about it, the more he felt trapped into one option.

“.͢..̡fin͡e͏.͘” The distortion was fading. ”Ju͜st- ̛pl͢eas̢e ̛don͞’t ope̵n it, okay?”

“I won’t. You said it’s personal – I don’t wanna invade your privacy.”

“Thanks, Pat.”

Silence fell between them. Virgil’s body slowly loosened, letting him lean further into Patton’s embrace. The warmth inside him swirled around, it’s intensity matching the warmth against his body. He could hear his heart beating; slow and gentle, yet strong and somewhat loud at the same time. It seemed to almost match Patton’s in both pace and power.

He lifted his head to say something to Patton, but his gaze flicked from his beautiful eyes to the dark shadows growing underneath them. A twang fear shot across his heart. “You should get out of herè,҉ P̷a̢ţ. Th̷e̢ ro͢o͟m̸’̨s͢ s̵t̷a͡rtin͞g t̀o ͠c͞o̸rru̕pt̢ you̸.” The distortion started to return, this time from gaining power over Thomas instead of his own anxiety.

“Are you gonna be okay? You can come with me to my room, if you want...”

“I͡ th̡ink ̡I’̨ll͏ b̛e̷ ͟f̷iné. Yo̧u̡ ̧shoul̨d͘ ͠go,̷ ̀t̢ho̵ugh͘.͠ Q͜ui̕c̀ķly.͝”

Patton nodded, squeezing Virgil tighter for a second, then releasing to sink down and away. The silence left behind was strange and heavy. All too familiar for Virgil. He stared at the spot Patton was in, a looming sense of things shutting down without him. Stupid feelings. Stupid room. Stupid Virgil.

Chapter Two: But How Much Do You Know?

The detail is astounding. The anatomy is impeccable. The colors are absolutely stunning! Who knew Virgil could create masterpieces like these? The way they were crafted, the things they express, the mastery of every aspect in each picture – it’s almost inconceivable! Perhaps he could talk him into letting him keep one or two for his room?

He turned the page, careful not to ruin the delicate medium. The picture on the right was much more colorful than the left, but he wanted to keep his consistent left-right-left-right scanning of the pages. Except, the left page was blank. The smudged colors that transferred from the other side attracted his attention, making him falsely believe a picture was there. He looked back to the right, and saw a finished drawing of...Patton and Virgil? No, that’s definitely them. They were watching the sky, Patton leaning against Virgil, who had his arm across Patton’s shoulders. A small heart floated above them, teaching Logan something he didn’t know about-

“Hiya!”

Patton’s sudden appearance almost made him drop Virgil’s book. “E equals MC scared!”

“Oh, sorry, teach! Didn’t mean to square ya!”

He groaned at the pun and pushed his glasses back up. “Must you shout so loud when you rise? I could’ve attacked you.”

“Sorry, I just needed to ask you something.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you happen to have a, uh...something of Virgil’s? He says he put it somewhere and you took it, but he really wants it back because it’s very important to him.”

Logan felt something strong inside him. He knew it was about the sketchbook, but that one picture raised so many questions he was afraid of asking. However, he shouldn’t have investigated the pages in the first place. He already knew he’d done wrong, but perhaps returning the book could correct what he did...yet the questions drive him to learn.

He handed Patton the book. “It’s this. I thought it was my notebook, but I hadn’t opened it until now.”

“Thanks, Logan!” he exclaimed with purity. “You didn’t look in it too much, did you?”

“Not at all,” he half-lied. While he did look at more than he should, it couldn’t have been more than 7 pages. “But there is, um, a question I have for you. Regarding Virgil.”

Worry spread on Patton’s face. “What about him?”

“Do you, erm…” He realized asking such a question is much harder when you don’t understand many feelings or emotions. “...do you, perhaps, feel...a certain way about Virgil?”

Worry shifted to panic. “H-how did you know? Did Roman tell you? He said he wouldn’t tell anyone! Oh my gosh, please don’t tell Virgil! I-”

Uh-oh. Feelings. “Don’t worry, Patton. Roman didn’t tell me anything.”

“Then who did? How did you-”

“You did, just now.”

Patton felt like his entire body had turned to glass. One wrong move, and he would break into a million painful shards. “You...didn’t know?”

“No.” He wanted to say more, but for once, he had lost his words.

He absentmindedly gripped the book tighter. “...then why’d you ask?”

A million answers rushed through Logan’s mind. Instead, he adjusted his glasses and told him, “I believe Virgil could answer that much better than I can.”

He looked away, thinking. What Logan said...that could mean anything. It means Virgil could’ve seen him staring when he thought he wasn’t looking, then got suspicious and asked Logan to find out. It means Virgil wasn’t interested, but Logan didn’t have the heart to tell him. It means someone else wanted Virgil, someone he’d like so much more, and Logan wasn’t sure who’d be the lucky one to date him. It means...Virgil could like him, too. The book had something about Patton in it, but they were both afraid of rejection, so he didn’t want him to see. He didn’t want anyone to see. Now Logan has seen it, and it made him wonder if Patton felt the same way Virgil did.

No. That couldn’t be possible. There’s no way Virgil would...would he?

He looked at the book in his hands, the tip of his thumb grazing the edge of the cover in temptation. Virgil said not to look. Anything could be inside…

He said goodbye to Logan, then sunk out. Keeping Virgil’s trust is more important. Even if it means he’d have to prepare for heartbreak.

Chapter Three: A Piece of the Puzzle

He finished the lineart, then stared at it. Of course the first thing he did when Patton got the sketchbook back was make another picture of his romantic fantasy. At this point, it was just pathetic. He knew he should stop doodling these things, especially now that his secret almost got out, but he loved being able to spend a few moments living in an impossible world where he and Patton could be so close and comfortable with each other. At the end, he’d always have to return to reality. The reality where Patton could never want someone like Virgil, and the drawings would stay fantasy.

Logan rose from the ground in front of Virgil’s bed. “May I speak with you?”

He kept coloring, refusing eye contact. “Why?”

“I...have questions. Some of which regard Patton.”

His pencil stopped. He glared at Logan through his bangs. “What’d he do?”

“Nothing yet, but it’s only noon.” He straightened his tie, trying to figure out how to say the dangerous things on his mind. “I, uh, must admit – and apologize – that after I mistook your sketchbook with my notebook, I did...look through some of the pages.”

Virgil’s head snapped up. “Why did you do that?!” he growled.

“Your skills are unlike anything I’ve seen before. The anatomy, the lines, the colors…” He cleared his throat, getting back on track. “I was captivated by your work. However, I did see one thing that I know I shouldn’t have, and-”

“Don’t tell anyone about anything you saw,” he hissed. “They can’t know.”

The aggression startled Logan for a second, but he continued. “I won’t. I shouldn’t have intruded in your personal secrets, but I’ll see that it never happens again.”

“Good.” He went back to his drawing. “You should leave. You’re starting to get eyeshadow.”

Chapter Four: Royally Screwed

“I just don’t know,” he admitted, gently tugging the sleeves of the cat hoodie around his neck. “What if he doesn’t like me like that?”

Roman sighed. “Even I cannot understand how you could fall for that storm cloud –” He felt Patton’s glare. “– but I have seen the looks he makes at you! I’ve seen his smile for every joke you make! And now, even Logan of No Emotion has brought it up, and you still wonder if he’d turn you away?”

“I mean, he probably just wants to stay friends! Maybe he’s not ready for a relationship like I am, and I don’t want to force him into something he doesn’t want!”

He grabbed Patton’s shoulder. “He does want this, Pat. Would Thomas help y-”

“No! Please don’t tell Thomas,” he begged, “Virgil would hear everything! I can’t-”

Roman cut back in, “then do you want this love to eat at you with every move he makes?”

“I...no, but-”

“Are you going to sit back and admit defeat, letting your heart shatter when he moves on because you didn’t take a chance?”

“...no…”

Roman’s voice boomed dramatically, “do you love him?”

“Yes,” Patton answered, gaining courage.

“Do you want him close to you?”

“Yes!”

“Then you march over to him and tell him how you feel!”

He jumped up excitedly. “Yeah! I’m gonna go to his room!”

“Yes!”

“And I’m gonna look him in the eyes!”

“Yeah!”

“And I’m gonna cry!”

“Ye- wait-”

“Because he’s so cute!”

“Uh, Patton-”

His voice grew fragile. “And I love him so much…!”

“Woah there, papa bear,” he said calmly, standing up to hug Patton, “we can do this. You can do this.”

Tears welled in his eyes. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Come, let’s try again.”

Chapter Five: Shading in the Lines

He switched to a darker color, thoughts racing as he shaded. Logan’s the smartest, but he doesn’t understand feelings. He doesn’t really like Roman, but he’s creative and knows a lot about romance. Either of them could be equally helpful or disastrous, but who else could help? He can’t ask Thomas, either – he’d help the most, but everyone would hear what they’re saying! That would humiliate him, or worse!

The drawing was finished. He took a moment to admire it, smiling slightly as he imagined being in that world. Lying in Patton’s warm embrace, listening to his gentle heartbeat, playing with his fingers as they drifted into sleep...coming back to reality was more than crushing. With a heavy sigh, he stood up to put the supplies away. He triple-checked to make sure the colored pencils were all in the right spots and put them in the drawer first. The normal pencil went into its box with the others, and the eraser was just tossed into the drawer. It’ll turn back up eventually, just like the other erasers strewn about the drawer.

He turned to grab the sketchbook, which belonged- oh shit.

Patton had entered the room at some point while he was distracted. The sketchbook was left open, with the picture of Virgil’s recent fantasy left out for him to see. He held the book carefully, wide and curious eyes glancing all over the image.

Virgil felt his heart drop when the page turned, knowing another image of them together was on the other side. His hands began to shake. Tears blurred his vision. He wanted to do something to distract Patton; to delay the inevitable heartbreak. Yet, he couldn’t move. Anxiety crept up, he wanted to run, grab the book, his breathing changed, the shaking-

Through the blur from his tears, he saw Patton smiling. He forced himself to wipe his eyes and saw the softness of Patton’s expression. Adoration. Patton adored the drawings, taking in every detail, perhaps even trying to live for a moment in that world as Virgil had done so many times before.

He finally noticed Virgil looking at him and gave him a beaming smile. “Did you draw these? They’re so cute!”

A jolt of fear ran across his chest as he stammered out an answer. “I- uh- yeah, I-I did…”

Patton continued to talk about his art style, but his vision had focused on the shadow growing under Patton’s eyes, which was more alarming than whatever he was saying. He didn’t want to be rude and interrupt him, but he can’t stay in this room for too long! If he does, Thomas will-

He snapped back to reality when Patton said his name. “Virge? Is something wrong, kiddo?”

There wasn’t a choice anymore. He stammered for a bit again, then finally replied, “Pat, you need to get out of here.” Patton made a heartbroken face, opening his mouth to say something, but Virgil kept speaking. “You’ve been in here too҉ l̀on̢g.͡ Th̕e r͜oo͟m̕ ̢i̕s ̧co̴rr̨u̵pt͟in͠g͏ yo͡u͝. ̛Ỳo̸u ̧n͏eed t͠o ge̶t ou͟t̢ b̧efo͏re̕ i͝t gèt̶s ͝w̨ors̴e͝.”

His eyes flicked around the room and the sketchbook. “Come with me,” he pleaded, grabbing Virgil’s hand on impulse. It only took a second for him to receive a nod in agreement.

Chapter Six: Finding that Edge Piece

Rays of sunlight beamed through the windows, illuminating every corner of the room. Sparkles of light seemed to float around like autumn leaves in gentle wind. Birds could be heard chirping happily outside, singing sweet songs. The couch they were sat on held them perfectly; not too soft, not too firm, not made of leather. It was almost inappropriate how wonderful the room was after what happened earlier.

Patton teased the edge of the closed sketchbook, waiting patiently as Virgil struggled to find his words. He already had an idea of what he was going to say, but he wanted to give him a chance to talk. He always deserves a chance.

Virgil broke the silence. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I, uh...I could’ve reacted better to…” He gestured vaguely to his eyes. “Y’know.”

“Aw, Virge, you were just trying to keep me safe!” He looked at the sketchbook, running his thumb on the edge again. “I’m sorry for looking in your sketchbook without asking. You said it was personal, and I promised I wouldn’t look, and then I did anyway…”

“Don’t worry about that,” he sighed. “You probably would’ve found out somehow.”

Patton withdrew slightly. “And if I didn’t, you would’ve,” he mumbled.

“...what?���

He sat up quickly, shocked that Virgil heard what he said. “I- uh- the pictures- um- well- when I-”

“Hey.” He gently rested a hand on Patton’s leg, quieting him. “Take your time.”

The speed and energy of how Patton talked went entirely against what Virgil just said. “I just- I really, really like you, and I didn’t know if you liked me, and when I saw what you drew, I got super happy because I wanted us to do those things, too, and I- well- I just-” He let out a pitiful whine, then went quiet.

Virgil simply smiled at him. “I didn’t think you felt the way I do. You definitely deserve better than me, an-”

“I will physically fight you!” he shouted, tackling him with a hug. “You’re perfect and beautiful and amazing just the way you are!”

He chuckled. “Are we still talking about me? I feel like you’re just listing facts about yourself, now.”

“Virgil, that’s very sweet, but I also want you to love yourself!”

“Can’t, I’m too busy loving you.” Patton responded with a frustrated whine. “...how about a movie?”

He perked up, smiling brightly with hope shining in his eyes. “Can we cuddle?”

“If you want, that’s-”

“Yay! I’ll go make the popcorn!”

Patton dashed into the kitchen, a happy bounce in his steps. The floating sparkles in the room seemed to follow him for a bit. In Virgil’s eyes, they only accentuated his beauty. With a gentle sigh and a soft smile, he felt the warmth in his chest grow as he fell further and further in love.

Chapter Seven: Framework

The sunlight shone on Virgil, giving him a golden glow while he slept. Patton gently ran his fingers through Virgil’s purple hair, enjoying the soft and silky feel. The butterflies in his stomach still haven’t gone away. It had been over an hour since they made their relationship official, but he thought the glittery feeling in his body would change into something...smooth. Maybe warm. Like hot chocolate!

Virgil sniffed, scratched his face, then moved closer, practically laying on top of Patton with his legs draped across his lap. He buried his face in his neck, hummed softly in content, then fell back asleep. Patton almost wanted to cry; how else could he express just how madly in love he was with someone so adorable?

His arms wrapped around Virgil’s body. He felt warmer without his jacket on, but his body was still somewhat cold. Is he always cold? Maybe that’s why he wears the jacket all the time; he just needs to keep all of his warmth in one place.

It was then Patton noticed he had spaced out, staring at Virgil’s face and rubbing his back. The staring may have been kind of creepy – he’s just so cute and peaceful when he sleeps! – but he knew Virgil was generally comfortable with him rubbing his back. It usually helped him calm down when he was panicking, or it made him feel better when something was wrong. Either that, or being pet on the head.

Patton’s hand moved as memories came back, gently petting Virgil’s head the way he did the first time he let him. He remembered the way Virgil relaxed, slow-blinking like a cat when he realized he actually liked it. Since then, it sort of became a way for Patton to show him that he was loved, even before he, well, loved him.

“Cold,” Virgil mumbled, bringing him back to reality.

Without missing a beat, Patton grabbed a blanket with his foot and pulled it up to cover them both. He felt a cold hand rest on his arm, and a small smile appeared on Virgil’s face with a quiet hum.

“Thanks, ba-” His body tensed up slightly. “Um, Pat.”

He knew what he was going to say. He knew Virgil was about to call him babe, but he stopped. He knew, and he wanted to say it, too, but he wanted Virgil to be comfortable saying it first. That way, they could use other cute nicknames in the future.

“You can say it,” he coaxed. Virgil shook his head in response. “Why not?”

Virgil started fidgeting. “...isn’t it kinda...early? Like, we just got together…” His voice trailed off as he tried to find other things to say. “Wouldn’t it be...a bit weird?”

“I don’t mind, but if it makes you feel weird, then that’s okay. It doesn’t have to be now.”

“...you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Of course! I’m your-” he giggled- “your boyfriend now.” He giggled again, vibrating with excitement. “Wow, it feels really good to say that!”

“I’m glad, because I’ll be saying it soon, too.”

“Aww, Virge!” He tightened his hug. “And if you ever wanna say any, y’know, cute nicknames, I’m totally fine with that. Just as long as you are, too.”

He scratched the back of his thumb, then rested his hand back on Patton’s arm. “Thanks...babe.”

With another giggle, he placed a kiss on Virgil’s head. “Anytime, sweetie.”

His smile grew a little brighter. “...can you keep, uh, doing the thing?” he nervously requested. “Please?”

Patton continued to pet him, letting him melt into his body with a contented sigh. After a few minutes, Virgil was limp, and his breathing became steady. Once again, he had fallen asleep in Patton’s embrace.

The sunset shone on them, giving them a golden glow while Virgil slept. Patton gently ran his fingers through Virgil’s soft hair, comforting him in his dream. The butterflies in his stomach had gone to bed, and the glitter in his body became smooth and warm, like hot chocolate was flowing through him. He was nervous – and he knew Virgil was, too – but as the world pieces back together, they will make a different picture than what’s on the box.

Taglist: @randomslasher @musikasworld @soft-transboy @fandersfic-moxiety

[franeridart]

hi what brushes do you use to sketch/lineart?

tbh I’m pretty sure they’re the default marker and brush tools in SAI haha

Anon said:I have followed you for a long time (back in the KnB days) and I have never once regretted it. You are awesomely talented and oh so amazing and an absolute joy to see on my dash. Thank you for being you!!!

Oh my god???? You’ve been around for so long???? I think I’m gonna cry thank you so m u c h ;^;

Anon said:Okay, I feel like I'm totally missing something obvious, but why is Kiri crying in the comic where Baku is in his hero costume and pushing his fists together???

:D

Anon said:Okay so I know you haven't drawn it in forever so I don't even know if you still even like it but I just found it so I just wanted to tell you that your bakushimanari art gives me life and it's amazing and your amazing asdfghjkl okay that's all!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m currently really focused on krbk and kmjr so every other ship involving them has sorta taken a backseat for me, but I’m definitely still shipping it!!! It’s such a good ot3, I’m glad you liked my stuff for them :D !!!!

Anon said:Hi this isn´t a ask I just wanted to say I found your blog two days ago and since then I´ve spent two days going all the 110 pages back viewing all your lovely art and it has been a b l a st (I found you through your kiribaku art because it's my otp and I'm so w e ak for it- I love how you draw them so much- I saw you did a lot of bakukamikiri in the past but now you do more kiribaku and that makes me happy lol NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT SHIP!! but yeah, love! Keep on being great!

AHHHHHHHHH thank you for taking the time to go through all of it???? I’m happy you like my stuff!!!! ;O;

Anon said:Oh my god fran i LOVE u thank u for ALL of ur art but esp that comic where bakugo is so inlove(which is most of them -again THANK U- but im talking about the most recent one like the one kiri is saying goodnight and stuff) like oh!!! Thank u thabk u thank u!!!! Thank u so much for blessing us with ur art!!! I love ur art i love YOU thank u u have my full heart 💕💕💕💕💖💖💖💓💓💗💗💗💞💞💞

I’M SO SO SO SO SO SO GLAD YOU LIKED THAT ONE OH MY G OD!!!!!!

Anon said:You fuckin g killed me

I swear that wasn’t the intention!!!!! D: (thank u t h o

Anon said:i might just reblog everything on your blog, your art is amazing *:･ﾟ✧

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Anon said:hihihi i just wanna let you know that your art and comics and like everything you produce here puts me in a super good mood and gives me a lot of fluffy good feels and that knowing they put you in a good mood making them is also yes good n im sorry this doesn't make sense lololol im just saying thank you for making the stuff you do it makes me and a lot of people happy n idk just means a lot i think haha n i hope you have many good days n yea

gODS thank you so much I’m so so so so glad my stuff can put you in a good mood!!! I hope you’ll have all the good days too!!!

Anon said:I love your arts so muchhhh ꉂ (′̤ॢ∀ ू‵̤๑))ˉ̞̭♡ They always make my day >w

Thank youuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;A;

Anon said:Ahh, I just wanted to say that you're super awesome and such an inspiration!! I absolutely love your art haha, it actually got me into BNHA and the like. This is probably a mess, but I guess what I'd really just like to say is thank you for being so amazing and I hope you have a great day! :D

Ahhhh thank you so much!!!! And I’m glad I could make you decide to give bnha a shot!!!!! :D

Anon said:Jeeezzz i smile like a dork with the happy and in love comic. Dhvskdbslbxks i love the sons, and you for draw. Keep melting my heart ♡

I’m!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy you liked that one!!!! ;O; making it made me happy so knowing it can make people smile feels really good!!!!

Anon said:Ive stared at ur most recent comic for 5 hours now. Im blessed. Its so cute and wholesome

t h a n k  y o u ;O;

Anon said:Your Bakushima/Kirishima fanart makes me want to fall in love 😥

MAN that’s such a nice thing to have said about my stuff!!! oh my g o d!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Frannnnnnnnnnnnnnn stop feeding the horrible hopeless-romantic gremlin inside me aaaaaaaa your art is so cute and sweet

Hahahaha why tho!! Being romantic feels good!!! :D

Anon said:AWWWW I can imagine katsukis mom knowing about his crush on little eijirou and poking fun at him so much bECAUSE THATS SO CUTE

I think she’d be more shocked about Katsuki liking anyone at all tbh hahaha

Anon said:Fran, Fran, Fran, your art gives me life cause it’s adorable and wonderful❤️ that’s it, just had to make sure you were appreciated today!

Ahhhhhhh thank you so much for the good vibes anon!!!!! I’m glad you like my things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:your childhood friends au just killed me, i am dead. i'm feeling emotional i almost cried they're so cute. i just love them sm ;o;

hECK I’m happy you liked it!!!! It’s such a comfort au for me tbh!!! ;O;

Anon said:Tbh I never even noticed that you don’t usually draw noses o.0

That’s good tbh cause I sort of try to not make it too obvious hahaha

Anon said:Oh i saw you answered an ask abt favorite ships! I'm a little sad that you don't like miritama as much anymore haha but i wanted to ask if you ship kiri//mina?

I am a FOOL how could I FORGET MIRITAMA OH MY G OD I definitely still ship it as much as I always have holy heck they’re so good

as for krmn, I definitely prefer them as friends. Well, right now I’m just really picky about my kirishima ships, lbr hahaha

Anon said:In your headcannon, does bakugo wear eyeliner (like when he's not in the hero suit)?

I don’t really have an headcanon for that! :O I think it’s not in Horikoshi’s intention to draw him with eyeliner ever, and I never draw him wearing eyeliner either, but it’s not like I mind the idea of him using it! So in general I’m like, either way it’s fine, he’s beautiful whatever he’s putting on his face hahaha

[lonedailydoodle]

The End of the Daily Doodle

This is it, this was the last doodle. I inspired and motivated so many people to take on this challenge and I'm really really proud to have seen their progress firsthand, regardless if I didn't interact with them much To the ones that followed the doodles from the very beginning, you got to see a lot of my biggest ups and downs throughout these 4 years. From a breakup, to a new relationship. From a hurricane to surviving daily on a drastically changed lifestyle. From some of the most stressful college days and all-nighters, to fun days out with friends at lunchtime. I can read back on these days and I sure miss them so much.. I miss old friends that I don’t see or talk to as much. I also miss feeling a bit more like I have a strong goal to work towards. I’m glad I archived most of my college years so I can fully relive them just by seeing the drawn doodle and remembering that whole day, and if not, the written story will do just fine~ As stated before, the doodles have also been affecting my health to the point of also being outright dangerous. My neck injury some time ago was caused by me falling asleep while doodling late at night! I can't manage time well at all and having to draw the doodles didn't help, but I did have my fun, I just need to rest more now At one point I had planned to keep the doodle going for DECADES, but after the hurricane last year, I realized the doodles took a lot of my time and I started to realize it wasn't that enjoyable, especially after graduating and falling into a boring routine where I spent most of my time alone.. it just wasn't fun and my doodles all looked the same even though I mostly figured out a way to make them all different each day. Still, I felt that the quality of my writing plummeted and got repetitive with shorter and shorter paragraphs being written down. If they got this repetitive by me not attending university anymore, imagine if I got a job! I just.. wasn't having as much fun as before, it felt more like a responsibility to keep them going and to keep my readers happy. I used to feel a lot of pride when someone mentioned how cool it was that I kept drawing these every day and asked how I got inspiration. Nowadays I don't feel that pride, it's just a small drawing I do but spend way too much time writing and remembering, analyzing in a map which places I visited, what I did there and for how long since my memory can do so much now. Browsing my own search history to see how much time I wasted doing something until I realize I didn't do anything aside from that, it's sad.. and brings me back to why I started the doodles in the first place. I was seeing my yearly art summary which was empty and that depressed me, now I'm doing the same but documenting it in detail.. I didn't progress much at all in my motivation to draw, I just draw lineart better and faster.. Which is good but not what I aimed for. Now, to be fair, 2016 was a year where I progressed a lot in animation and putting my name out there, but I’m afraid I gotta work to rebuild what I started that year Back in 2016 when the doodle was still going strong, I saw myself doing daily doodles about my life at work in whatever workplace I would be working at in the future. Since doodling now felt so pushed and forced, I think the doodle would have ended up repetitive or even intrusive in terms of potentially spoiling a work secret or just getting in the way of my work schedule.. it just wasn't gonna work  By 2018, because of how hard it was to return to doodling again because of the hurricane and the fact I had to drop around 100 doodles from being drawn because I was so behind. I was fully planning on ending the doodles whenever I got a job. (I'm writing this in September and hope that I do end the doodle before the end of the year, it'll mean I actually landed a job before 2019! :D) (2019 Edit: I didn’t) Friends have told me it's okay to end the doodle and rest, I wanted to keep it going for many years but I realized it’s unrealistic with my current scheduling issues. Distracting myself into the night and ending up drawing the doodle at 3am instead of earlier to sleep. I remember I used to STRICTLY doodle at 10pm back when I started, but the doodles were a 5-minute mess and were very hard to understand These friends have also told me that out of everyone they know, I was the one to hold onto this challenge the longest. I end the doodle feeling proud to have done this much, it was a fun project, experiment and motivation to keep going as well as observing closer to everything happening around me every single day

Either way, I’m hopeful that taking some stress off of me might improve my health and even more hopefully, leave time and create some motivation to tackle other projects like my commissions, animation skills and hopefully create a nice portfolio to land a job with.. Here’s hoping for the best The daily doodles will remain untouched and archived. While my more active pages will push the doodles back and will be harder to read back upon, there are places where you can see them without having to search much: 2015 Doodles - https://www.deviantart.com/jeany545/gallery/52571699/2015-365-Challenge

2016-2017 Doodles - http://lonedailydoodle.tumblr.com/

https://t.me/lonedailydoodle (April 2017 and up)

2017-2018 Post hurricane doodles - https://imgur.com/user/jeany545

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1MP5JsPaXPK1X54z_nDVd6RlYIVbFfD1W?usp=sharing (Written stories)

2018 Doodles - http://lonedailydoodle.tumblr.com/

https://t.me/lonedailydoodle

TUMBLR DOODLES MIGHT OR NOT HAVE A FEW MISSING BECAUSE OF FAULTY NSFW BANS The doodles might make a return some day.. Maybe some day when I learn to keep a good schedule.. But right now, I rest. Thank you for reading these 4 years of my life, everyone~

[simply-indescribable]

My cat is fine and I am back in America, but I am keeping this up as a commission reference for myself. Thanks to those of you who donated and boosted this!

Help Me Care For My Cat

Hi Tumblr, I’m here again to offer commissions. For those who don’t already know, I moved across the world and am trying to get back home soon. However, my cat Faust is having some medical issues. I’ve already spent near $400 in tests and prescriptions, and we just got additional bloodwork results back that state he has a low granulocyte count (as well as the low white blood cell count I already knew about) and that they need to draw additional blood (which I assume is going to run me at least another $300). We also don’t know if his UTI has cleared up, but tl;dr my cat has been hurting for a long time because the vet kept putting off my cat’s health and recommending I do everything except take him in for analysis. 

Because I planned on going back to America, I never got pet insurance here, so I’m having to pay out of pocket for all of this, and I also never got permanent residence (since I knew I wasn’t going to stay here) and therefore cannot get a job, go to school, anything. My only income at this point is through art commissions. I would greatly appreciate any support, even in the form of boosting this so even if you can’t financially help, this could possibly reach someone who could. (As a side note, I haven’t drawn in quite some time, please excuse any inconsistencies with samples)

Additionally, if you want to simply provide a bit of money without commissioning, please view my page for my Ko-Fi link! I am also willing to do faceups of Monster High dolls, however delivery will have to wait until I’m back in America (hopefully in about a month).

Commission prices (lineart/flats/shaded) Bust/icon: $5/$7.50/$10 Halfbody (anywhere from waist to knee): $10/$15/$20 Fullbody: $15/$22.50/$30 Colored Lines/Lineless: Not currently offered* Multiple Characters: Multiply price by characters, price can increase depending on complexity (any price discrepancies from what is listed here will be discussed after seeing the request and determining if any extra cost is necessary)

*You may have one single background color and color for lines per character free of charge (if you want one character with green lines and another with blue lines with a grey background, you would not factor colored lines or backgrounds into the price)

✔️ Females ✔️ Males (please note mine tend to look a bit feminine but this is improving) ✔️ Fanart ✔️ OCs ✔️ Gaia avatars

✖️ Furries/Animals (can draw ears and tails without issue, paws and faces are the difficult areas) ✖️ Mecha ✖️ Guns ✖️ Muscular characters ✖️ Backgrounds ✖️ NSFW/Gore I think pedophilia is my only hard limit, everything listed above are just subjects I’m not yet confident in and therefore less likely to accept.

If you need clarification or want to ask about something not listed, please ask! I can be reached at Simply.Indescribable@yahoo.com (also my PayPal email) or through Tumblr. Please note I am currently in GMT +1, so it may take a few hours to a full day to get back to you, depending on when you contact me. Thank you for any and all support!

Name/URL: Character Reference(s): Size (icon/bust/halfbody/fullbody): Colors (none/flats/shaded): Colored Lines? (indicate single color request if so): Pose/Expression Request: Extra:

[grimmmons]

Hi, I'm a young artist, and I've spent time teaching myself the basics of digital art, but I'm wondering how you draw like you did in the grimmons picture of them in the closet. Because I'm not sure if that's painting or something else. But it looks cool and I love how textured and beautiful your colored works are, I'd love to learn how to draw/color that ways as well because I think my current form of coloring is too flat. Do you have anything specific you do, or any tutorials or advice?

hi! first off, thanks!! to put it simply, most of my fully coloured stuff starts off as a drawing, and then gets painted on over the top, with a textured brush and some photoshop layering effects. a more detailed run down is under the cut!

I’ll just preface this by saying that this is just how I do things, and is in no way the best or most effective way to give the impression of tone in your art, its just what works for me!

the way i get it to look textured is by using this brush + settings, 

its nothin special, its just a default photoshop brush under M Brushes but it does the trick!

BONUS TIME I GUESS but heres the original sketch i started out with lmao

i knew i was gonna mess with the colours a lot so i didn’t worry about getting them perfect, just enough to get the general idea. I will own up to forgetting grif’s skin stuff though that ones on me. 

okay i wont lie my painting technique is largely bullshit, but i think i make it work.

this is just a basic breakdown of how i sort out shadows, highlights, etc.

1. fun fact: i abuse the shit out of the colour sliders. Adjustments>Hue/Saturation and >Colour Balance are what i usually use to sort out what basic lighting i’m going to have right from the get go. lighting helps really push the tone and makes it super super clear what you’re going for, even if you don’t get it completely realistic. This section has its lightness and saturation lowered, and has had a little bit of cyan added in colour balance. 

2. ok at this stage i’ve slided the colours but i kept it like this so the shading is easier to see. Multiply layers save my ass every fucking day. I go for a cool blue or purple, on a multiply layer, getting the shadows down. typically i use 3+ multiply layers to do the lightest to darkest shadows, and use different opacity brushes/eraser to get it smoother. 

3. heres a colour dodge layer for highlights, but sometimes it’ll be linear dodge just depending on my mood/ what looks better. again, using different opacity brushes to softly shade.

when im happy with all the simpler shading stuff underneath the lineart, i group together all the layers, duplicate the folder, and then merge them ALL. Which is often a really risky way to do things, ESPECIALLY if i forget to duplicate the layers first, and considering i don’t save duplicate files super often it means if i want to change something major i’m FUCKED but i’m getting better at duplicating stuff and making like checkpoints i guess. But yeah most of my paintings are done on one, maybe two or three layers how nuts is that. 

painting at this stage is just kind of experience really, to keep colours consistent ill eye drop tool a colour from elsewhere in the painting to where i think i need it. A tip i guess is try to use a lower opacity brush rather than the blending tool if you want softer shading. Photoshop’s blend tool, in my experience, kind of just blurs whatever section you use it on and its not very strong. That’s more of a personal preference thing though! 

At this stage i still use multiply/colour dodge/linear dodge layers to really get the lighting how i want, and then merge whatever layer down so i can smooth it out.  

its from a different piece but this is kinda how my painting process goes. 

another thing i use to imply form are lines! here an example bc its easier just to show.

see how the lines of grifs arm hair + their scars kind of curve around their arms? that helps round the shapes out. 

OKAY I hope this helps and wasn’t just filled with useless nonsense, if you have absolutely any questions about this LONG ASS tutorial or anything else just shoot me an ask! I don’t know if it is but ill always try to offer good advice. 

Thank you for reading this far! Here’s a bonus! Have a good day!

[resbang-bookclub]

AMA Transcript: A Lack of Armor

Last week, we held our first AMA in the discord chat with @amberlehcar​, @peregr1ne​ and @thesockswhowearsfox​, where lots of people stopped in to ask about their work on A Lack of Armor! Here’s some of what went down:

Q: Amber, could you take me through your process of conceiving/planning out this fic? What inspired it originally?

AmberLehcar: Oh man okay, so there was a post floating around that was like "I headcanon Soul as trans and here's why" and I just really dug it. 

Peregrine: Wait, was it mine? 

AmberLehcar: I don't remember who it was, but they said things like him being hypermasculine to appear more "manly." 

Peregrine: I did say that in mine. That's crazy. 

AmberLehcar: This was supposed to be for last year's Resbang, so I've kinda forgotten exactly what was all there, but it probably was yours.

Q: So what you are saying is that you and Pere were destined to work together?

AmberLehcar: Pere claimed me last year too! I had to back out after fic claims because life was becoming too much. 

 Peregrine: I mean you did come to me before that. 

AmberLehcar: I did ask Pere a lot of questions. I'm cis/het, so I had a lot to learn and was really lucky that Pere was open and willing to teach me along with being an overall great partner. 

Peregrine: I tried my best ^^; It's not like it was hard, just talking about myself pfft.

AmberLehcar: It was helpful though! 

Peregrine: I'm glad it was. Was there more you wanted to say about the process? 

AmberLehcar: I did a ton of research and was really invested in it. I see a lot of posts about the lack of representation for the LGBT+ community and really felt like I wanted to add. 

Peregrine: Yeah, lack of representation really gets to me, especially because what representation there is is highly fetishized and honestly i'd rather have no rep than fetish rep.

Q: For all parties involved, where/how do you feel like you grew the most during this Resbang?

Peregrine: This was my first event where I did more than one fic, so working through that was hard, but I'm glad I did because I really wanted both. 

AmberLehcar: I think when I've written in the past, I've been really "this happened then this happened" etc. It was a lot more introspective this time around, so I focused a lot more on the feelings of the characters and evoking feelings in the reader. When I tried to enter this last year, I got to like 6k words but really struggled to get there. With a new direction, I got to 30k fairly easily. 

Sox: Well, it was my first Resbang and the first song I'd written since I was....18 I think. Just managing to write and record the song was a lot of growth for me.

Q: Amber, I am always interested in fic titles. Did you come up with the title of your fic beforehand, or did it develop as the story was created?

AmberLehcar: Okay, so I take all my chapter and fic titles from songs or lyrics. But A Lack of Armor made perfect sense to me because of my therapy. A few times in therapy we'd talked about putting on armor that was representative of support and good things in my life. The song "A Lack of Armor" has a line that says "like a knight without his armor I don't know who I am" and this all kinda spoke to me and fit really well with Soul and his depression/anxiety. I came up with the idea pretty much from the start and it's been with me since.

Q: You said it was a Motion City Soundtrack song, right?

AmberLehcar: All the chapter titles are from MCS songs, because I am trash lol. But they sorta go with the mood of each chapter if you go back and look at them. 

Sox: Can confirm Amber is MCS trash.

Q: There's a sick playlist somewhere right?

AmberLehcar: I do have a playlist! https://open.spotify.com/user/1266385830/playlist/3xN37XwvUGsVqZNuhpRtng

Q: Most of the time it seems the usual characterization for the Evans fam is for Soul's father to be the 'worse' parent, either that or both of them being equally bad. (At least that's my view.) So I am wondering: was your decision to make Soul's dad the more accepting one an intentional subversion or did it just happen? 

AmberLehcar: It just sorta happened? I am not a Mama Albarn fan. Aside from Marie, there are no good mamas in the series, so I just kinda went with that. 

Sox: Blair begs your pardon. 

[insert chorus of screaming about everyone's love for Blair] 

AmberLehcar: Blair takes such good care of her kittens. Okay I lied, Blair and Marie are good. But yeah, I didn't want him to have absolutely no support from parents, and someone had to have taught Wes to be a good person. So Papa Evans eventually came around. 

Q: For Pere: was there a scene that you knew immediately you wanted to illustrate and/or was it difficult to choose scenes to draw? 

Peregrine: I definitely wanted to draw the first hug scene when I read it, when Maka was accepting, because the feelies. And then later Amber had mentioned how there was going to be a scene where soul plays his song for Maka, and I knew I really wanted to draw that too, but it wasn't written yet, so I asked her to describe the scene more for me in advance so i could draw it. She didn't have a solid idea though, so some stuff I made up, and she wrote the scene to fit my picture later actually ^^; 

AmberLehcar: Your art definitely helped flesh out the scene there, thank you. 

Sox: I love when Pete draws things. 

Sox: *Pere 

[Lots of people yelling about Pete] 

Sox: God damn it. 

Peregrine: The first pic with the hair I also just thought would be cute to draw, and then just for visual concepts, I wanted to draw the different stages of Soul as a bonus even if they didn't actually ever appear in the story ^^; 

AmberLehcar: That first pic with the hair cutting is probably my favorite. I love them all, but that just made my heart flutter. 

Q: Sox I have sort of the same question for you, did certain scenes inspire certain lyrics? 

Sox: Uhhhh no not so much. I tried to write around the Mood of the fic and I talked to a local Atlanta musician about her experiences being trans with a bad family as a kid and tried to fit those to where Amber had Soul coming from. (Originally I was trying to write a SoMa Romance song but then... it came out as a Self Love Fuck you Mom song). 

AmberLehcar: I'm glad it changed. At some point when writing I realized the fic was more focused on their relationship than him, so I tried to change it up. I'm glad the song evolved that way too. After I got one of the last drafts of the song, I included it in chapter 8 in case people were wondering. 

Q: For Amber: what made you want to put Kim as Soul's neighbor out of any other character? What made you want to do the neighbor sub plot in the first place? 

AmberLehcar: Representation mostly. I love me some JacKim and thought that having a grump next door that Soul ends up kinda befriending and/or helping would be interesting. Kim was kinda a weird facet for me to write through. As someone who feels everything 110%, being in love can be kinda scary sometimes, so her thoughts on love are pretty darn close to my own: wanting to love someone wholeheartedly but being afraid of exactly how deeply you can really love someone. 

Sox: I FEEL. 

Q: There's a scene where they're watching a Youtube video. Is that video significant to you in some way, Amber? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wWBLbQInqk) 

AmberLehcar: Not at all. I was talking with Brian about assignments for the first day of class, and he mentioned he had to do that exact assignment and chose that exact video. The song's not bad and the video is... interesting? 

Q: For Pere: What program do you use and whats your general process for art? 

Peregrine: I use FireAlpaca because it's free lol. I usually do like, a base sketch that's really scribbly and focuses on like motion lines, if that makes sense. And then i decrease the opacity of that one and draw the actual lineart on a different layer on top, and then colour. Very rarely I'll keep drawing on the base sketch and just clean it a little but that's mostly for more actiony gestural stuff, or highly detailed things where I'm not bothered about solid lineart. 

Q: How long-ish did each of your drawings take? Do you tend to draw faster when you're feeling inspired, do you have a creative process or anything? 

Peregrine: Ah, I never know what to say when someone asks how long it takes, because it varies so much. But yeah, usually a drawing will take a few days if it's something average and not like the fricking Pacific Rim art I did way back when, which took like a month. I can do most pieces in a day if i'm properly inspired but it's like: yes, I can get this done in only a few hours, but those are completely straight drawing hours - no food or bathroom breaks or chit chats to be had. Honestly the longest part of the drawing process is actually the sketchy first part because I need to plan it out perfectly until i can see the end product in my head and then i can start actually working, and that can take weeks. 

[insert group yelling about how great Pere's art is] 

AmberLehcar: The boys brought me to literal tears every time they updated me. 

Sox: Lies. 

AmberLehcar: EVERY TIME. 

Peregrine: I spent 5 hours drawing Soul's hair even though I finished the entire rest of the picture in 2. 

Sox: I just had a mental image of Pere screaming the lyrics to Maroon 5's "Misery" while drawing. 

Peregrine: That's me. 

Q: For Amber: what were your easiest/hardest scenes to write & why?? Were there any that were easier/trickier to write than you expected? Bonus: favorite scene to write? 

AmberLehcar: All of chapter 4 is crap and I'll fight anyone who disagrees with me. For some reason writing just general happy, normal life was really hard. The pain though, that was kiddy stuff. The first full scene I wrote was Soul's accidental confession. The idea just messed me up and I couldn't stop writing until it was all done. It's probably my favorite scene too, followed closely by Maka's acceptance. 

Q: You super did not write linearly. That's so cool, I have to go in order. 

AmberLehcar: No, I rarely do. 

Peregrine: Man it was kind of tough reading your drafts, tbh. 

Sox: SAME PERE 

AmberLehcar: I'm so sorry!! 

Sox: "How am I gonna write a song none of this is in order" XD 

AmberLehcar: I need to give people an instruction manual for how to read my WIPs. 

Peregrine: There were so many scenes that were like, great scenes on their own, but then I'm like wait, how did we get from point A to point ? Also, reading updates was hard because everyone else I've fic'd with was like 'oh just scroll down to wear you last read' but in this fic it was like... I know something was added... but where tho... 

Sox: Slide to the left 

Sox: Slide to the right 

AmberLehcar: Never beta for me, it's a nightmare. 

AmberLehcar: (That's a lie, please always beta for me, I need all the help I can get.) 

Sox: Yeah but working with you is a dream tbh. 

AmberLehcar: The nice thing about not writing linearly is that I could really easily work with my partners to add in ideas they had. I don't know that it was easy for them, but making it more of a collab that way was really neat for me. 

Q: Do you outline everything out beforehand? 

AmberLehcar: As much as I can. I derail if I don't.

Q: AmberLehcar, how did you decided where to put scenes/order them? 

AmberLehcar: I have an outline template I wrote up based on a youtuber's outlining method! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eP73LMnphqEUn20mKd78_EB_qPlbXjklvkXLknxl5R0/edit?usp=sharing. This is the outline that I've been using recently, it's been really helpful. You guys are welcome to use it! 

Q: Amber, would you say this outlining method helped? Just in comparison to past fics etc. 

AmberLehcar: Definitely. I have so many incomplete fics simply because I didn't outline or didn't outline enough. 

Q: So was the end planned? That is the hardest part for me. 

AmberLehcar: More or less. It definitely changed a lot. I don't have any versions of the original ending, and there's still stuff from the finished product I don't remember because I literally finished at 3 a.m. the day of posting. I always have a very clear image of how the opening to any chapter or fic goes, but the end is always weird. 

Q: Do you remember anything from the first version? How'd they differ? 

AmberLehcar: I know the first half was a little different at the start of Resbang last year, but I have the worst memory... There was definitely supposed to be more NB Crona. Crona was supposed to be kinda the comic relief, making comments about their computer sciences classes that Soul does not understand. They named their laptop Nora and talk about it like it's a person. "Sometimes when Nora doesn't do what I want, I have to hit her" or something like that, make Soul concerned for this poor child. The "octagonal day" joke made it to the final cut. I think there was a scene at the end where Crona and Soul were supposed to be good friends after the "there's 10 kinds of people in this world, those who understand binary and those who don't." Because it's a math joke and a binary joke.

Sox: Amber Sox: Is Sox: A Sox: NERD 

Q: What was the funnest part of the fic for you to write, Amber? Or the part you were looking forward to the most? 

AmberLehcar: Writing Black Star was fun. There's a few one liners that I love. My favorite bit is when Maka asks for his name and the next bit is "Nervous. Stupid. Sweating." I needed that smooch like life itself. I played with them kissing when Maka apologizes and they made up, but it didn't feel right. So I saved a sweet normal smooch for the end scene. 

Sox: I literally cackled out loud on a train reading "no party like a floor meeting party because a floor meeting party is MANDATORY." 

AmberLehcar: That was one of my other fave lines. My goals for the fic were representation, make it as realistic as possible, and make people feel things. I like to think I did a good job? 

Sox: You accomplished all. 

Peregrine: Man the parents thing hit me so hard, you did a good job. 

Q: I'd love to hear about your process/writing rituals? 

AmberLehcar: When it was a scene I was particularly excited to write or just suddenly inspired, I can just sit and write. But most of the time it's me sitting at the computer with tea asking myself why I do this to myself and then I just make myself write. 

Q: Is there anything else you wanted to add other than more NB Crona, Amber? 

AmberLehcar: When Pere showed me art of Soul's physical progression, I kinda wanted an epilogue of Soul post surgery, but time and lack of confidence in writing it well... I don't think anyone understands exactly how nervous I was to write this. I waffled a while with "you have no business writing this, you are cis, please stop." 

Peregrine: Nooo it's cool because you asked. I definitely didn't think I could write trans Soul but I hoped someone would, if they asked and did it right. Which you did. 

Sox: One of my close friends is trans, and when I sent him Eden, I thought he was going to tell me he hated me. And then he didn't and I was v relieved. 

AmberLehcar: I definitely wanted to be as respectful and real as possible. Again, representation matters, and I wanted to help create a thing I hadn't seen done in our fandom. 

Sox: You did good. 

AmberLehcar: I'm really glad. I stalked the boys' tags on their work along with my own, and someone had reblogged Pere's art and was really grateful for trans Soul. I was glad to be a part of that. 

Q: Did you make any playlists or anything like that to get into the writing mood? Or headspace of a character? 

AmberLehcar: For headspace, Soul and I are very similar. I too am a bag of anxiety and depression trying to pass as a human. A lot of my college and therapy experience went into the fic. There's little bits of me in pretty much everyone. 

Peregrine: I have my trans boy song i listened to a lot pfft. It's from Treasure Planet. 

Q: Ooo which song Pere? 

Peregrine: I'm Still Here. If you look at it through a trans lens its super fitting. It's like my fave song ever.

Some additional post-AMA discussion: 

Q: Amber, I think that's a sign of a good writer, to take from one's own experiences and such. 

AmberLehcar: Write what you know, right? And what you don't know, you find out. The whole experience definitely gave me a new appreciation for the LGBT+ community, that's for sure. I knew some stuff, but I learned so much. 

AmberLehcar: To go back and slightly change my answer for difficult scene to write, while all of ch4 was like swimming in syrup to get written, Mama Evans outburst was so difficult to write. There was just so much anger and I felt icky writing a lot of that chapter in general. Writing Maka having to purposely misgender him hurt. 

Peregrine: I really liked the parents thing actually even though i hated it. It felt raw and real. 

AmberLehcar: So much pain, the whole time I'm just like "why would I hurt my son like this???" 

Q: Noticed you guys were still talking and guh I loved your collective art/story!!! I now know the gap between dimensions can't be breached because if it could I'd have reached through the screen and force-choked Mama Evans. I was kind of mad at Maka too though like... I can understand that Soul needed some time to himself, away from her, to really figure things out, but ;-; 

AmberLehcar: Yes! Maka was an interesting situation to figure out. 

Peregrine: Yeah I loved what you did there actually, because as much as I wanted her to be perfect, she wasn't perfect. 

AmberLehcar: I didn't want her to just immediately come back like "sorry you startled me, let's get married." 

Peregrine: As much as I want people to immediately accept me, they don't, even if they do eventually. It wasn't fantasy perfect world, it was real world. 

Q: I think... that's good. At first I thought Maka would be more likely to start off rough around the edges and then end the story gracefully. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that if you're going to relate realistic stories about trans people/anyone in a similar situation, you probably have to... I don't want to say "break the reader's heart" because that would imply that those stories can't have happy endings, which they can and should at least as often as any other kind of story, but it put me in Soul's shoes and made me accept how likely it is that someone who is trans/lgbt/otherwise oppressed will be badly hurt by someone they think the world of, someone who's hard to leave behind. I dunno if I spoke out of turn there, but i think it was an empathically-written story. In my inexperienced opinion. 

AmberLehcar: That's definitely what I was going for. I wanted Maka to be his closest friend, for his sake and for my shipping heart's sake. But she was just too good to be true when I was writing her, so her running away happened. I was so stuck after I wrote his confession, I didn't know how to have her react. But when I thought about some of the internalized transphobia I know I've been guilty of, it made sense to add for her. It felt real. 

Look out for some more transcripts, coming soon!! Thanks again to Amber, Pere and Sox for their awesome AMA <3

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Day 23

Prompt: At a certain age you switch bodies with your soulmate for 24 hours.

Word Count: 2,076

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CW: Food, implied abusive household, one (1) curse word.

Virgil rolled over, hand smacking to turn off an alarm he didn’t remember setting. Eyes opening, he found the world to be fuzzy and out of focus. He noticed the sheets surrounding him were softer than anything he’d ever felt before. Glancing at the side table, he noticed a white notecard sitting atop a black cylinder. Reaching forward, he picked up both items. The cylinder fell open and a pair of glasses tumbled to the sheets. Virgil picked them up and put them on, groaning in relief at being able to see, the eye strain he hadn’t even noticed disappearing.

Looking down at the notecard, he found neat handwriting on it. ‘Greetings! My name is Logan Croft. I am 20 years old. If you are reading this, that means you are my soulmate and have turned 18. You are free to eat anything that is in the kitchen however I must ask that you refrain from eating peanuts of any kind throughout the day as I am severely allergic. My schedule for the day is on the kitchen table. Happy birthday.’ Great, he thought. I thought I had another year until this.

Virgil rolled out of bed, moving to the mirror propped in the corner to look at the face he’d be wearing for the next twenty-four hours. His hair was slightly mussed from sleep and his night clothes hung from the tall and lanky frame. Lifting the shirt, he was surprised to find a muscular abdomen. He turned, sorting through the closet for something he could stand to wear for the day. It was filled with business casual to formal which made Virgil think he was a business major of some sort.

Thinking that he’d decide after breakfast, he walked to the kitchen and found the schedule. Picking it up, he found a loaf of bread and made some toast as he read over it. Glancing at the kitchen clock, he saw that the first class was in twenty minutes. He grabbed the toast and ran back to the bedroom, not wanting to be late for class. The class list seemed more in line with a marine biology major than a business one but he still put on a polo and jeans. He would have attempted the tie but he’d never been taught how. Then, with toast in his mouth and the schedule in hand, he quickly pulled up a navigation app and was out the front door.

~~~~~~

Logan woke to a loud and annoying song blaring near his ear. He sat straight up in bed, taking a second to notice that his vision wasn’t blurry before he turned to riffle under the pillow. He felt a rectangle and pulled it out, finding a phone that was quite a few years past its usefulness. He swiped it open and turned off the alarm, the music cutting off.

He slid off the bed, feet hitting a cold floor, before looking around the room. He found a clean, if bare, room with papers strewn across a desk in the corner and a purple hoodie tossed over the back of the desk chair. He moved over to the desk, picking up a paper to find math equations scrawled over them, the name Virgil Stern written neatly at the top.

“Hello, soulmate.” He whispered quietly to himself, the voice raspy with sleep. He glanced up, seeing his reflection in the cracked mirror covering the closet door. There were dark circles much larger than he knew was healthy under his eyes.

Before he could get a better look, a voice cut through the silence. “Virgil, if you don’t get down here soon you’re gonna be late and I’m not waiting for you!” The shout from outside the door was combined with pounding.

Logan took that as his cue to dress. Picking up the hoodie, he made his way to the closet and threw on a tattered looking shirt and some ripped black jeans. Slinging the hoodie over his shoulders, he snatched up the bag next to the chair. He found a list on the desk that seemed to contain what was needed for the day. Seeing the class schedule on the back, he shoved it into the bag.

He heard footsteps outside the door and tore out of the room, running down the stairs. “I’m coming!” He called.

“It’s about time!” The woman standing at the door exclaimed. Logan ducked his head, passing her on his way out. He stood uncertainly on the walk, not knowing what to do. The woman waited for five other teens to pass her before she closed the door. Logan silently followed the others to a minivan, sliding in with the ones who looked closest to Virgil’s age.

~~~~~~

Virgil got through the first class just fine, taking as detailed notes as he could. He had no idea what was going on or what his soulmate might need so he wrote down everything that seemed important, which meant he was one step away from writing down the whole lecture. He was on his way to the next class, searching the sides of buildings for names, when he heard someone call Logan’s name.

Turning, he saw someone running toward him so he slowed down slightly. When the person caught up with him, they looked like they were about to time travel to the past. Virgil couldn’t help but chuckle. “Is it dress like a pirate day and no one told me?” He immediately wished he hadn’t spoken.

The stranger just put their hands on their hips and laughed. “Logan, how have I not told you about the most recent play I’m in?”

Virgil just chuckled. “Uh, you might have at one point. I’m not myself today.”

The stranger laughed with him. “You could say that again. So, did you and your soulmate swap?”

Virgil sighed. “I have no idea how to act like Logan.”

The person laughed, sticking out a hand. “I’m Roman, his best friend. I go by they/them pronouns.”

Virgil smiled, shaking their hand. “Virgil; he/him.”

Roman smiled. “Cool. Logan also goes by he/him. Come on,” they began walking and Virgil fell in step, “We have classes near each other so we usually walk together anyways.”

Virgil smiled. “So, what’s your play about?” Roman launched into a detailed explanation of it while Virgil was just glad to not have to think or do anything besides walk and listen for a few minutes.

The peace was over as they arrived at the next class and Virgil once again had no idea what was going on. He followed along and took notes just short of being the transcription for the lecture, trying to get down everything. Luckily, it didn’t look like Logan had any classes after this so he was free to meet up with Roman and simply follow them around as needed. He ended up spending the rest of the day sitting in the theatre while Roman ran lines and did the costume practice. He even got the chance to meet Roman’s soulmate, Patton.

~~~~~~

Logan was in his own personal hell. He had to deal with so many rowdy people in one car, high school again, and people who obviously didn’t care about his soulmate. For goodness sake, none of them had even mentioned that it should be Virgil’s eighteenth birthday. They should have known it was coming, they should have asked about it, done something. Instead, he got a lecture in the car ride about needing better sleep habits.

When he got to the school, he was almost instantly attacked from behind. Muscle memory moved the body before he even thought, throwing the person over his shoulder and flat onto their back in front of him. Logan took the few seconds while the person was getting up to wonder why that was the first instinct.

“Hiya, Verb!” The person said, dusting the front of their clothes off.

Logan straightened his backpack and frowned. “Am I supposed to know you?”

The person laughed. “Wow, looks like your soulmate is a year older than you, Virge. Or, I guess I should use your name, Virgil’s soulmate?”

Logan began walking into the building and Virgil’s friend followed. “My name is Logan. I’m assuming Virgil’s eighteenth birthday is today as I’ve been twenty for almost five months.”

The person snapped, reaching a hand out to shake Logan’s. “Well, my name is Remus but Verb normally calls me Stinky. What should I call you?”

“Logan will suffice. I’m assuming we have the same classes? I don’t know this school’s layout.”

Remus nodded. “Yep! Just stick with me and you’ll be fine, friendo!”

They went through the rest of the day at each other’s sides. Logan took as detailed notes as he deemed necessary, the important things from what he remembered. At lunch, he was informed that Virgil and everyone around him thought that he was turning seventeen today instead of eighteen. When he asked about that, he was told that Virgil had been in the foster system for a while and had to repeat a grade due to bad home life disrupting his grades.

The end of the day came and he went back to the front of the school with Remus, having to pack himself into the van with the other kids. He sent a quick, “Bye, Stinky!” for show before the door closed. He spent the rest of the ride in silence but his thoughts were racing. His mind was made up as they arrived at home, Logan instantly going up the stairs to do Virgil’s homework for him. On a scrap piece of paper, he wrote his phone number down before pausing.

Carefully, he began writing in his neatest handwriting. ‘I don’t know you yet, but I want to. I want to know what your laugh sounds like when I’m the one making you laugh. I want to know what you think about late at night. I want to know you. I want you to know me, to know whatever you want about me, to know my darkest secret and know I give it willingly. I want to know you and be known by you. I can’t wait to meet you, no matter how long it takes. I hope you had a good birthday and that Roman took you out for ice cream or something. I hope you know you are loved and appreciated.’

He went about making the bed and neatening up the room as much as he could. If he couldn’t be there to wish his soulmate a happy birthday, he could at least give him a nice present. That present might not be an expensive item, but it could be finished homework, a clean room, and a good night’s rest.

~~~~~~

The end of the time came and they swapped back at midnight. Both soulmates’ best friend filled them in on the events of the day and everything their soulmate did. After all, it was a few years before they met again.

When they did, it was by complete chance, as most soul meetings went. It was outside an aquarium. Logan was just getting off his shift and Virgil was going to the donut shop across the street from it. Logan saw him and paused. “Virgil?” He called.

Virgil turned, trying to find the voice that had been his own for a day and still populated his dreams and evenings, the nightly calls coming to mind. His name was called again and he saw the figure standing across the street. He waved and watched as Logan came across to him, a smile on his face. “Logan, hi.”

Logan couldn’t help but reach forward, hand brushing Virgil’s in a silent ask for permission to hold it. Virgil’s smile grew as he turned his hand to take Logan’s. “You know,” Virgil began, “I was just about to grab a donut if you wanted to join me?”

Logan smiled. “I’d love to, soulmate.” The word was said as both an endearment and a promise. A promise of a life spent together, of days starting and ending with each other, of a shelter and a place to relax without having to hide any part of himself. An endearment of love, of someone worth loving, and that was all that Virgil needed. If he hadn’t been in love with his soulmate already, he would have fallen in that moment for that one word that held so much.

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          ( xavier serrano , cis male , he / him, 23 ) no way ! i swear i saw 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 walking down danforth avenue ! i just saw a post about them on 6secrets ! i think it said something like “𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝟓 𝐀𝐌 : 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ?”. isn’t that wild ? i guess that makes sense since they’re apparently 𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 and 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. fans will claim that they’re 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 and 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂.  i mean , it’s not like i know them personally — they’re a famous 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 / 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑. whenever i think of them, i think of 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓-𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐒, 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒, & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. i wish i would have asked for an autograph ! ( oliver, they / them, 22, est ).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

— mikey was born and raised in winnipeg because i think it’s funny when characters are from winnipeg. if you’re from winnipeg i’m so sorry. definitely was born on the coldest day of that year ( so like some point in january )

— but because of those long, cold harsh winters, mikey found himself in a dance studio a lot. his aunt was a dance teacher and with rather absent parents who meant well but both had long hours at the local hospital, he spent a lot of time with her. he fell in love with dance pretty early on, always having a certain fluidity and grace even when he was young.

— random but he also played hockey up until he was like 16 or whatever because he’s canadian and i’m not stupid. it happened. he can still skate tho. in a slightly different life he probably would have been a pretty good figure skater huh 🤔🤔🤔 but anyway...

— also feel like it makes sense that he did gymnastics. and trained in classical ballet.

— he went to university of toronto for college, studying kinesology and dance, and danced at one of the prestigious studios in the city.

— his big break moment was when in his sophomore year at ut, he made it onto the second season of world of dance in early 2017 ( lets pretend that show has been on longer than it has bc i don’t want it to be the first season of it sldk ). he made it all the way to the finals and quickly become a fan favorite along the way. though he ultimately placed second and missed out on the million dollars, that was the beginning of many doors opening for him. ( for those who, might have the vaguest clue what i’m talking about : i’m highkey feeling like, michael dameski style which is an idea i had after i named him michael so don’t @ me for him having the same first name ).

— millions watched that show, including some prominent agents and scouts who were able to help him launch a professional dance career : something he never thought he’d see himself actually doing. his first big gig was making the dance team for some singer’s north american tour, and he ended up not returning to ut to pursue a professional dance career full time. since then he’s danced in a few music videos for some uber famous musican ( same one he went on tour with or not idk ?? also a wc ?? maybe ?? ), a tv show, couple movies, and other various gigs around the city. he works part time at a studio when he has time, and has been honing his choreography skills as well.

— he makes enough dancing, but certainly not enough to make him RICH. no, that come from an impromptu vlog he did while on tour with aforementioned singer. having already garnered a following from world of dance, he soon rose to youtube fame as well, something he never could have predicted. i feel like his videos are very just, day in a life with various random athletic challenges mixed in, and various workout and flexibility tips. he also still does pieces and duets with other prominent dancers just for fun too. his natural charisma and attitude really just carries him through easily lmao.

— mikey developed a bit of a habit of sleeping around when he left for college, all the newfound freedom was just intoxicating and well. he was hot so. it wasn’t like it was hard alsdkjf. that stuck around well into his blossoming dance career. nothing that was enough to be scandalous, but he made his way around. and then a year and a half into this unforeseen new life, he met matthew glass.

— he’d had a couple serious relationships before, one in high school, one his freshman year of college but neither of them could hold a flame to what he felt when he was with matt. perfection wasn’t something mikey believed in, but he almost did with what they had.

— it was like for over a year and a half he lived in this insane dream, and then mikey and matt broke up and he was devastated ( behind closed doors and with curtains pulled tightly shut ).

— he then proceeded to broadcast how perfectly fine he was doing by going back to his old ways and sleeping around obsessively, this time with very little regard as to how many headlines he was making. as far as coping mechanisms go, i guess sex is better than alcohol ?? not to say he wasn’t also drunk at times l o l.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂

— mikey gets around. has definitely been trying to forget matty with other warm bodies but honestly it’s not working

— very bi. very much does not care. if the world didn’t know he was before, it definitely does now lmao. he hasn’t come out in the sense he’s like posted a video about it and said “i’m bisexual” but it’s pretty obvious from the media and maybe he has gotten asked in interviews and has just shrugged and been like does it matter ?? i’m sorry he’s not the vocal bi ally we need. perhaps we will work on that.

— hasn’t dated anyone since matt bc he’s highkey lowkey still hung up on him but no one needs to know that right. outwardly, he’s very much the same : seemingly happy, but he’s a lot more careful with his heart and letting people close to him. if anything he’s become a bit of a two-way mirror, always seeing out but never really letting people see in, just what they want to see.

— probably goes without saying but extremely flexible. idk if any of you know who juuse saros is but apparently he can twerk in a split and i’m not saying mikey can but like. he just might be able to...

— straight up does not get cold. never wears more than a hoodie, probably danced shirtless in the middle of winter just fine. at least being from winnipeg is good for one ( 1 ) thing.

— i feel like people call him flower. idk guys. maybe im just thinking too much abt hockey goalies.

— always posting on instagram stories. u kno the type.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

— he tends to be extremely underestimated as he comes across a bit dumb and generally has a pretty positive outlook on life which people confuse for him being naive when that isn’t the case. but he’s found he can use that it his advantage and that sometimes, people will tell him things they think he can’t understand but he hears and remembers everything. it’s helped him out of a few difficult situations before.

— i feel like he has a bit of ethan dolan’s personality & dumbass energy idk guys...

— live in the moment kind of dude. his motto is probably like : you just gotta know what you want to do next. i mean looking back on his life it’s been pretty crazy and that’s only solidified his outlook that like, you really can’t control too much. just let it go where it takes you.

— people do like him though and they like talking to him for whatever reason. generally has pretty trustworthy vibes but he’s more slippery than he comes across. he’s a selfish person at heart and always has his own best interests in mind, even if it doesn’t seem that way at first.

— extroverted. i think ??

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

— 6′1″. chocolate brown eyes. curly brown hair. he has a lithe but extremely fit build due to his career. his core strength is especially impressive.

— he has a monochromatic lineart tattoo of a rose on his left forearm / wrist and a butterfly ( again monochromatic & just lineart ) on his right shoulder. small scar at the base of his neck by his ear from an unfortunate hockey accident.

— needs glasses but usually only wears contacts unless he’s in his apartment late at night.

— he’s not overly fashionable, going more for comfort than how he generally looks. on a regular day, he’s probably got the whole... college athlete look going if you know what i mean. a big fan of mirrored aviator sunglasses. wouldn’t know what dressing up meant even if it slapped him in the face.

— PINTEREST BOARD

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

first and foremost i want to say that i like to vibe and brainstorm with people to come up with unique connections between our characters but here are a few ideas :

— ( f ) a close friend he has had on his channel a few times and fans passionately ship them but they’re really just good friends. maybe they play into the drama a few times as well tho. — the singer whose tour he danced on — singer whose music videos he’s been in — mayhaps even actors for that tv show / movie he was in ( v small role but whatevs. maybe they just Vibed yknow ) — flirtationship 😔 — always ye ol good hookup l o l — we keep running into each other idk maybe we should talk ??

TAKEN CONNECTIONS PAGE HERE

𝐎𝐎𝐂

         hey guys, i’m ollie. my intros are either written really eloquently or a big mess bc im trying to rub together a couple braincells at 1 am and whatever comes out, comes out. no need to guess which category this one falls into lmAO. anyway, i’m a slow plotter bc i’m easily overwhelmed trying to do too many things at once but i swear i will try to get to as many people as i can. and yeah this entire character is inspired by my love of world of dance don’t @ me... if u made it all the way down here u should watch this bc 😳 & mikey has the same athleticism and strength.