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[nerosdayinanime]

ok wait i realized i can just use my gallery's text & draw thing this is great

this is what i mean by 'the clan au doesnt have a set story'. theres all these places that it can branch off of and the possibilities r endless and i have *counting* ..14 scenarios/storylines so far and every time i think of a new scenerio another gets added<3

[slight bit more info for all the branches so far]

i havent done much with the kny-canon leaning ones they're more just like if i did follow canon thats how it'd be done ykno? im thinking they get raided by the shinazugawas for control of the trade routes and either they both survive like that one post or only giyu survives, either way Sakonji takes in the living tomioka(s)

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most of the stories arent tied down to canon theyre more whatever worldbuilding i have and stories pop up from them- one of the first ones was the shina-tomi failed peacetalks bc i wanted to draw sanemi & giyuu fighting (i just realized i placed the branches perfectly bc thats closer to canon than the others lol)

if the peacetalks worked(wouldve been later/after sanemi took over) then it kinda snowballed into a few nearby/allied clans forming a village, then from that theres the Tomi-Daki diplomat/trade envoy w the fox trio(giyu makomo & sabito)

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the rescues are like. little to no formal interactions between any of the three clans(shina-kumeno is always allied), in the first one its winter and giyu's on his way home when he catches the trail of bloodline hunters and saves Genya & Masachika.

in the other one giyu's pinned by a rogue shinobi and sanemi & sabito both find him at the same time and they make a lil truce bc giyu has severe chakra exhastion and cant make it home

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undercover mission has one thats purely sanegiyu; sanemi is disguised as Kazura & giyu as Gikuro and actually i looked back at my notes and this ones like. in the past before the village branch. so it connects to that one but it can also be a standalone. the other undercover mission is sabisanegiyu where sabito & giyuu went undercover as a master/servant thing and sanemi was disgusted by it and didnt know that it wasnt Real so he tried to 'save' giyuu and got invited to the polycule<3

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the lil unnamed branches inbetween is that one where giyu got chased out the clan by tsutako for killing their mom, there was a spy who had taken her place and giyu noticed and killed the spy but tsutako only saw him killing their mom and she lost her shit in dispair & heartbreak. theres a branch for Giyu staying alone, Sabito ditching the urokodakis for his packmate while makomo stays behind to fix things with tsutako, and both Sabito & Makomo ditching the urokodakis for their packmate

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the arranged marriages are sanegiyu with the first branch being after sanemi takes over and giyu asking for it ot of goodwill & he likes him(his pack gets to stay w him). other two Kyogo requested(demanded) it for trade routes, he doesnt allow the urokodakis to go with bc theyre Not Tomiokas and these routes more heavily portray the different biology of the southerners/mountain-pass(a/b/o)

ones angsty bc sanemi is like. CRUSHED that he cant find love on his own. his father takes literally everything away from him. while sanemi is kind & respects giyu he doesnt really care for him. and for giyu to go from a very close-knit family-oriented culture to the stone cold-cutthroat/conservative/severely traumatized/individualist culture of the shinazigawas with literally No One there for him he gets pretty fucked up w the emotional neglect

the other ones less angsty bc sanemi actually Tries in their relationship and finds that he actually enjoys giyu's company- and cuddles. the cuddles r fuckin great. but kyogo's still a cunt and a massive hindrance to emotional and mental healing of everyone around him. but sanemi's not alone now so its Better

[fractoluminescence]

I keep getting the urge to start a blog or something that just analyzes awesome fics, but I also don't want to risk bringing attention to fics from people that weren't the target audience, since they wouldn't have explicitly looked for them, yunno? I could ask the authors, but I'm mostly on AO3 and too many wouldn't see the comment by the time I lose interest... I'm even more on the fence about it since so many authors, even ones that have a lot of experience, might not be be comfortable with their works being dissected and possibly criticizes in certain aspects. It'd all be in good fun, I'm not fond of dunking on works in the first place and tend to focus on the strength of a work, but if I want it to be usable as a learning resource of sorts I can't completely gloss over the downsides of fics either. I also risk spoiling a lot of the plot and stuff, and I know I don't follow the advice of watching a movie before listening to someone comment on it in a lot of cases, so I would assume a lot of people would do the same for this...

Hhh, I dunno. I love dissecting fics so much. But if it's gonna come with negative effects for other people, I don't know if it's worth it. The last thing I want is risk damaging the very thing I am trying to celebrate...

I could take suggestions for people's own fics, because that way I'd be sure the author would agree to the whole thing, but I struggle to keep up with things like this, since I tend to write long posts on a whim. I worry that the suggestions would just pile up and most of them would never get looked at by me at all...

There's also the issue of fics that are prime examples of what not to do. The only person who can decide that a story wasn't worth writing is its author imo, but that doesn't stop some fics from being paragons of massive flaws that could be used as studies for other people to avoid the particular issues they display. But again, I'm not very comfortable with the ethics of that. Some of the authors for these fics could be young, or insecure, or have a relationship to their writing that is very personal, and certain types of flaws could send a lot of hate their way. But referencing a fic without naming it or describing it enough that people can look it up can make the criticism so vague at times that it no longer serves the purpose it was written out for.

I just. I've been thinking about this for months, and all I can come up with is that if I ever do really start trying to help advise fic writers in their journey to improve their craft, I might have to vaguely refer to things I have witnessed at most without ever giving concrete examples. But it might work, who knows. Or I could use my own writing, but there are only so many flaws and successes I can demonstrate with the writing of a single person.

Man, I dunno. Would love to have second opinions about this, if anyone has any

[shinygoku]

gordon gordon gordon gordon

Gordon Gordon Gordon Gordon!!

He's been sneaking into these asks by proxy, so it's finally time for his dedicated session, hehe~

First impression

WUAAAGH what's up with this WEIRD LONG NOT-THOMAS and his FACE?!

Impression now

His face is still pretty weird! But you know what else it is? Part of an Absolute Legend ✨

Like, man, Gordon is such a big presence and interesting character, the entire premise leans heavily on him. I'm inclined to go as far as to say that the Blue Boys of 1, 2 and 4 here are the three most important characters for the franchise (not at all to knock everyone else lmao) and they slot nicely into a Triforce of Courage, Wisdom and Power, and Gordon has Power in spades!

Gordon is The Vain One (not James!). He's legit very strong and the fastest on Sodor (which isn't just being a big fish in a small pond because that island has some crazy cool engines!) but unfortunately he lacks humility. His success seems to have been lodged in his head before the series even begins and this Pride is the source of pretty much every single conflict he's involved in.

But when it isn't his self satisfaction in his actions, it's being smug about being such a grand, magnificent Tender Engine and he is snooty as hell about it. He seems to look at smaller engines [pretty much everyone compared to him lol] as a lesser class, particularly if they're small and cheeky and Tank Engines. This may not be the case exactly, but his way of talking to them and some other things he says are very condescending.

However... as much as a gigantic jerk he is at several points, with Gordon I kinda feel like he plain ass doesn't conceive of his words being out of line. That and having to Unlearn things... he's not innately better than everyone else. He sees things in black and white. There are Useful Engines, and those who should be scrapped. There are Noble Tender Engines and Lesser Tank Engines who exist to do the tedious chores on behalf of the Superior ones. Edward doing shunting is seen as Demeaning and contradicts Gordon’s world view that Tender Engines Don't Stunt™, and he doesn't like that one bit! (Also Edward was crossing the picket line but that wasn't Awdry's concern lmao)

Related is Gordon does seem oddly dense at times, like assuming that Tenders are in of themselves a Status Symbol rather than a large lunchbox of sorts lol, or that Tender Engines like him being too heavy for Branch Lines being because something about Branch Lines are degrading. This might be all Elitist Brainwashing influence. But still, that he just takes these as The Truth means I get to affectionately call him an idiot. And there is no other way to explain how he genuinely believes Bill and Ben were going to murder him if he wasn't missing a few brain bolts in there.

Fortunately, he does eventually start to learn the important lessons.... very gradually, but the Early Gordon is a pretty different beast to Later Gordon, and it's wonderful~

Also, I gotta give credit to him for having some moments of utter brilliance and actual grasp of reality and more complex matters, like culture. (Yeah, I'm rolling with his geniune Opera Knowledge from s6 of all things. It's good!) As much as Awdry himself may have disagreed, Gordon was in the right to want a Station Pilot and the Strike was called for (not bullying Edward for it, but myeah) ...but this leads to my next point: He seems to have a mental block when it comes to Emotions.

Certainly, he's as emotional as the others are, it's not just a scale of Snooty, Arrogant, Condescending, Prideful ....well, it is, but ALSO the more mixed and varied feelings: Shame, Sadness, Fear, Ambivilance, Irritation, Anger, Passion, Amused, Delight and so on. However, Gordon is seemingly unaware of how his words may make the others feel, and even at his cruellest it doesn't look like he's aware he's twisting a knife in. To Gordon, he's being honest, but his verbose manner ends up twisting and wriggling away from any valid point like an overgrown vine that somehow links back to how [Other Engine] is disgracing him, Gordon, by association.

Examples include: Being offended by Henry's new shape (??? Gordon dude he nearly died and this is an improvement, a good thing!), saying that Edward's age and difficulty starting a heavy ass packed load of passengers is grounds to be Retired or even Scrapped, other little insulting things like calling the likes of Thomas and James Little insistently (it seems to vary if he's trying to put them down or actually be affectionate), and many more when in the hands of inept writers who have to wheel out the same Gordon Learns A Lesson Plot every other season.

Like I said in the James post, I also think he kinda poisoned the Red guy with his snooty attitude... but I maintain that I think Gordon was unaware of this. He may know he has Influence, and enjoy that, but he really truly doesn't appear to mean to mould James into a smaller, redder version of himself. He's oblivious and from his own point of view, benevolent. Which is in fact a dangerous combo indeed!

It's... a lot o7;;

Again though, if you're looking at the books and s1-s5 of TVS you can see him grow and change. He does take a while to learn the lessons, but as time goes on he moves 2 steps forward and 1 step back, then eventually less steps back entirely. It's great! And so is Gordon. A big dumb meathead with not entirely uncalled for delusions of granduer. A dramatic so-and-so who is the best engine for his job.

I love this sophisticated jock who grows more kindness~ 💙

Favourite moment

Hm! This isn't as easy to decide lol. We all like Gordon Goes Foreign... but you know what sticks in my mind more?

hOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH

Look, I’m not 100% objective, here! But Ringo’s read of this line is fantastic (and keeps making me expect him to finish saying OOOHH SHIT) and it’s also a well deserved bolt of divine retribution for how rude he was being earlier. (As long as my essay already was, he very much needed the knocking down of some pegs here!)

Idea for a story

While both my fics with him thus far have been variations of Pre-Canon, Full-Arrogance and Snobbish Gordon (and both were a lot of fun!) ...but I cannot bear the same expired horse being beaten more when the story is set waaay later but he’s still up his own ass. Please, PLEASE writers, let him hold what growth he’s managed to gain!

I think it’d be good to accept that he’s gonna be outdated sooner or later, so have him help train another High Speed Engine and take them under his wing. The Christopher Awdry books kinda have something similar with Pip and Emma, but I think a better way of having Gordon be involved would be if he was actively doing some mentoring himself, as well as being a neat parallel with Edward, whose type was once Express only but got outclassed by A1s, and so the same can happen to this big A1 -> A3 lad and he can form a healthy relationship with some bright eyed newbie (and maybe have some self awareness and try to stop their head getting too large, lol).

Unpopular opinion

I know I just said him mentoring would be a cool story idea, but in canon? He is NOT a resident Dad type!! He’s a hotshot young man but he’s also a hot mess. He’s physically large but he’s not got the Energy of someone who dispenses sage advice and a shoulder to cry on. At best, he’s a weird uncle! One who means well but you shouldn’t take his life advice to heart because he’s actually just as, if not more clueless than you!

Favourite relationship

I feel inclined to say Thomas here. Emphatically not because Gordon is ‘old’ and Thomas is ‘young’, but because they’re so damn alike and actually make an excellent, albeit unconventional type of Rivalry.

Both are self important with genuine finesse in their respective talents, both are honest to a fault, both have redeeming qualities to offset their initial abrasiveness, and the first TVS episode is centred on the both of them and sets the tone for the series as a whole. There’s more parallels, of course, but I also wanna point out they’re effectively the mascots of North Western Rail in universe too, and I absolutely love this picture:

I also have immense fondness for the Down the Mine paradigm shift! Thomas gives Gordon grief over the ditch incident and later when it emerges the Fat Controller is gonna send for Gordon to pull him out, Thomas is filled with dread. But Gordon isn’t using the chance to lord over Thomas, he’s actually so amused by Thomas’ mishap and it coming at a time where he’s been significantly humbled, they instead become Comrades and I love it. I eat it up! Paint Pots and Queens isn’t anywhere near as good but I adore the little bit where they’re appealing for the other, equals and watching each other’s back~

But yeah, as Friendly Rivals they both feel very authentic and yet, in a daft way, sweet ;3

Favourite headcanon

He still says “Hurry, hurry, hurry!” when pulling the Express. That’s a HC as I think the show phased it out, but I like it lol. I feel like my essay on him contains most of the headcanon stuff, but it’s all based on what’s shown, baybee!

[azeriaa]

Hhh- oh boy I hope you like reblogs

I might have spent like 30 minutes (at the time of typing this) reblogging your posts because I rememberd they help you and I think im around 200-300 reblogs? Maybe? Tumblr stopped counting at 50 and im planning on doing a *lot* more after sending this long message

Well- sorry if I spammed you but I hope youre day is good and you are getting lots of sleep! :) Dont forget to eat and drink and take care of yourself

OH MY

Oh my god you're so sweet????$??$$?$?3?3 😭😭😭💖💖💖 you don't have to do that dawg,,, 🥺👉👈 but thank you sm I likey

[everysongineverykey]

headcanons for how the squad texts, definitely not for anyone who asked for it in the tags of the kotlc gc post:

- keefe obviously uses no punctuation whatsoever, expert memer

- he uses a lot of fuckboy-type language and emojis. ironically or unironically? no one can ever tell. it's terrifying and works both to his advantage and disadvantage

- he's the type to text the group chat at 2am just for boredom's sake. he texts whenever he has nothing else to do, and a lot of the time even when he does have something else to do

- sophie uses proper grammar and punctuation, except for periods and question marks/exclamation points, etc.

- she texts no more than she has to, she's not very attached to her phone

- she'll reply to other people's texts, but she very rarely texts first

- if she needs to talk, she'll phone someone. very inconvenient for most of the group since they hate phone calls but sophie finds texting kinda inconvenient itself because the person she's talking to can just not reply to her and lie about not having seen her message

-linh doesn't capitalize her texts, other than that her grammar is pretty consistent though

- she's really attached to her emojis. she uses them a lot. like, A LOT

- especially the hearts (all colours but she's partial to pink) and the sparkles and the animals, unsurprisingly

- she texts in roleplay sometimes (i.e. *throws phone* *smiles* *hugs*). the others find it a bit annoying but they love her too much to tell her

-fitz uses so many emoticons. ^_^, :), <3, that kind of thing. he's too lazy to scroll through the emojis to find what he's looking for

- his grammar and punctuation are perfect. the others bully him relentlessly for it

- he also signs his texts. everyone else has his contact saved as "old man" or "grampa fitz" or, in keefe's case, "spicy old man mcnuggets"

- he does it ironically, though, because he knows it drives them crazy

- half of biana's texts are preceded and succeeded with the sparkle emojis

- her grammar is perfect when she's being serious, bad when she's joking and chill

- she has shortcuts saved for all those really complicated face emojis. yknow, like the shrug emoticon? you know what i mean. she uses those often, sometimes ironically, sometimes unironically

- she's mastered sarcasm in her texts

- "hhh" and "wh" are frequently used by her and keefe

- dex's grammar is a lot like keefe's. he's tinkered his phone to let him text in any color he wants. the colors of his words are often how he conveys his emotions over text. they're color-coded, it's exhausting for colorblind fitz (i've just decided fitz is colorblind and no one can stop me)

- he helps the others with their homework a lot

- sometimes he pranks the crew by using his knowledge of electronics to edit their texts. it's chaos

- basically he can do anything he wants if he's given a phone and some time

- tam is the group chat cryptid. he's always watching, reading everyone's texts, but never replies. he's chaotic like that

- he'll only add to the conversation if he absolutely wants to

- his grammar and punctuation are perfect

- he hates phone calls and he doesn't see the point of texting, so he's a nightmare to get ahold of for sophie. sometimes she just mails him simple questions to spite him. he doesn't take the bait and sends a letter back every time

- you can email him if you want but he's got about a thousand unread emails so good luck

-marella is much like biana in her grammar habits, except sometimes she'll slip into proper grammar just to fuck with the squad

- she texts k a lot. is she aware of its power? probably. that's for you to decide.

- she always replies to keefe's late-night group chat texts and wakes everyone up on purpose

-wylie texts like an adult (sans capitslization) because he is an adult, obviously. he signs off with a smiley face. it's the purest thing. he's not in a lot of group chats but when he is, everyone's super nice to him. they would all die for him

- maruca replies with one-word texts, usually. once in a blue moon, she'll text k and the whole chat will be destroyed

- she is the queen of leaving people on read

[scientifthicc]

You’re Gonna Catch a Cold

hello all! this is my valentine’s day exchange gift for the wonderful @shadowsofrainbows ily!! hello, i’m your valentine skdjskj. i really hope you enjoy the gift because i’m not sure if its any good or not so i’m sorry if it sucks. i really enjoyed writing it and its a tyrus fanfic so i hope you like it :)) by the way, im sorry this is posting so late, tungler dot com was being a butt and i couldn’t post it until now :(( sorry to keep you waiting so long hhh

also!! a big thank you and shout out to @swingsetboys for organizing this valentine’s day gift exchange!! these gift exchanges are so fun to do and without you we wouldn’t have them so thank you ilyy! and thanks for being so kind and helpful when tumblr’s a pain in the ass skdjsk

Cyrus tapped his foot impatiently as he anxiously waited for TJ to answer the call.

TJ’s voice comes from the phone, but it’s not him, it’s his voicemail. “It’s TJ. If you’re hearing this it’s probably because I don’t feel like answering the phone right now. Leave a message, if you want.” A beep comes from the phone, signaling the start of the voicemail.

Cyrus took a breath before starting to not sound as worried as he really was. “Hey TJ, it’s Cyrus. Again. Nobody’s heard from you in a couple days so please please please answer me as soon as you can.” Pressing the red End button, he turned to his friends with a downcast face.  Cyrus had been stressing out since Tuesday when TJ didn’t show up to school and didn’t answer what had come to be many texts and calls. None of the teachers TJ had seemed to know what was happening either, sending him into a whirlwind of thoughts. Is TJ okay? Is he hurt? Is he dying? No, he’s not dying. But what if he is dying?? Now it was Saturday, and the GHC was standing outside the Spoon, waiting to go in as Cyrus called TJ for the millionth time.

“No answer,” he said with a frown.

“Cyrus. Relax. He’s probably fine,” Buffy said, putting her hands on Cyrus’s shoulders and drawing out the word “relax”. She spun him around and ushered him into the Spoon.

“Yeah,” Andi scoffed, as they found a booth and sat down. “You’re probably just going through a TJ-withdraw.” Andi and Buffy chuckled while Cyrus scowled.

“Right,” he said, looking over the menu and pretending to ignore Andi’s comment. “He’s probably fine.” He paused to take his order when the waitress came over before continuing. “That doesn’t guarantee he’s okay. What if he needs our help?”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “If you want to know so bad, why don’t you stop by his house and find out?”

“You’re right,” Cyrus said determinedly, putting both palms on the table and standing up.

“Wait- now? Your food hasn’t even arrived yet” Buffy said, but Cyrus was already out of his seat.

“Update us!!” Andi yelled as Cyrus was walking out the door, earning a thumbs up from him as he left to signal that he had heard them.

Andi and Buffy exchanged a knowing look, and Buffy rolled her eyes once again. “He left his coat,” Buffy giggled.

On his way there, the sound of Cyrus’s feet crunching in the snow was the only sound that could be heard, and he couldn’t help but think about what could have happened to TJ. Was he grounded? Cyrus doubted that. He wouldn’t be surprised if his parents took away his phone if he was in trouble, but it doesn’t make sense that they would keep him from coming to school. Did TJ get into trouble at school? He didn’t want to think of that as a possibility. He knew TJ was better than that. Did his family go on vacation? No way. TJ definitely would have told him beforehand.

Eventually, Cyrus ended up on TJ’s front porch that afternoon, pacing in front of the door as he waited, shivering, since he accidentally left his coat with Buffy and Andi in his rush to leave the Spoon. He let out a frosty breath, looking down at his feet as he stopped in front of the door, hands in his pockets, and waited.

“Hey,” said a congested-sounding voice, making Cyrus jump as he broke out of his thoughts.

Looking up, Cyrus went to respond but stopped short at the sight in front of him, barely preventing himself from choking on the frigid air around him. Standing there in front of him, in the doorway, was TJ Kippen himself, but different. He clearly looked sick, and he was wearing gray sweatpants Cyrus had never seen on him before, but it got worse; he had no hair gel, making her hair a fluffy dirty-blonde mess, and was wearing glasses. Cyrus couldn’t help but be a teensy bit upset by the fact that TJ had never told him that he actually wore contacts. A little forewarning would’ve been nice — he was having trouble handling the sight in front him at that moment. It took him a while before Cyrus realized he was staring at him like an idiot.

“Uh- TJ! You’re okay!” Cyrus finally exclaimed before cringing, realizing TJ wasn’t exactly okay, considering he was sick and wishing he had kept his mouth shut. “I mean— you’re not dead, at least.” He facepalmed. “I— nevermind. Hi TJ.”

TJ started laughing before devolving into a coughing fit. Growing concerned, Cyrus let himself inside and shut the door to keep TJ out of the cold. “Are you okay?”

“I’m good. I’m a little sick. Just a little, though,” he answered with a heavily congested voice before sneezing multiple times.

They walked into the kitchen, where Cyrus immediately felt warm. The entire house gave off a welcoming, lived-in, and cozy feel, especially the kitchen with the warm beige walls, different variety of mugs in one of the see-through cabinets, and the pictures on the fridge that displayed upcoming events, drawings TJ made when he was about 7 or 8 maybe, and souvenir magnets. When he saw the old drawings, Cyrus smiled, admiring how cute they were, before turning back to TJ as they both sat down at the kitchen table. “Did your parents take away your phone or something?”

“I mean, technically.”

Cyrus gestured for TJ to continue.

“Well.” TJ paused to cough. “My parents are the — sniff — type of parents who don’t let you — sneeze — use your phone when you get sick, because they think using it will be bad for you and delay you from getting better,” he explained before grabbing a tissue from one of the boxes that were currently everywhere in the house and blowing his nose. “So, when I got sick and had to stay home, I couldn’t really let you know, which sucked.” He coughed a couple times.

Cyrus frowned. “That sucks.” TJ nodded his head in agreement. “ I was so stressed. I was worried you died or something. I must have called you at least 15 times.” Cyrus couldn’t help but cringe at how desperate he must’ve sounded, but TJ would’ve eventually seen the calls and texts when he got his phone back anyways, so he had nothing to lose.

TJ grinned and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, he started to cough. He was shivering a little as well, despite the fact that it was currently warm in the house.

Cyrus frowned again. “Where’s the blankets?” TJ vaguely gestured to a door under the stairs — while still coughing into his arm — that seemed to be a small closet. He fetched a pink blanket, with Dora, Diego, Backpack, and Boots with huge lettering that told you it was Dora the Explorer blanket — in case you weren’t sure before — and threw it on TJ before moving to the cabinets to hunt around for a tea kettle, a mug, and a tea bag. Once he finally found what he needed, he started preparing tea for TJ. The tea kettle was already filled with water and heating up on the stove before TJ finally spoke up.

“Uh, Cyrus?” TJ questioned, finally removing the blanket from over his head where it had been thrown on him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m making you tea and taking care of you, duh,” Cyrus responded, now setting a pot on the stove and searching through the cabinets for ramen soup (every house had to have ramen, he thought) while he waited for the tea to be made. Cyrus, still facing the cabinets, kept going before TJ could say anything. “I don’t see anyone else around, so I’m gonna be the one to do it.” He was clearly in full-parent mode by now, and there was no going back. Putting the ramen packet he finally found down and turning to face TJ, he asked, “By the way, where are your parents?”

TJ rested his head on his arm. ”They’re gone for the weekend for a wedding. They didn’t want to leave me in the ’state I was in’, but they’d RSVP’d months before,” he answered, complete with air quotes, sniffs, and sneezes.

“Oh. Uh, okay,” he said, turning around to continue making the soup and to hide his blush. They were gonna be alone for God knows how long and Cyrus didn’t know how to feel about it. Cyrus and TJ sat in comfortable silence for a couple minutes while Cyrus made the soup. He may not know shit about cooking, but he had learned to at least make soup for when his parents were out and there was nothing else to eat, so it had become a staple food for him. Cyrus assumed it was comfortable silence, at least; it was entirely possible that TJ could have fallen asleep and Cyrus wouldn’t have been surprised. In reality, though, although Cyrus was unaware, TJ couldn’t help but stare at Cyrus and appreciate what he was doing for TJ. He felt undeserving to have someone as lucky as Cyrus care for him, even though it wasn’t like he would ever tell him how he felt.

Eventually handing TJ the tea that had finally finished being made (“With honey and lemon to help your cold, of course,” Cyrus had told him), he broke the silence by asking how he had managed to get by at all so far in the state he was in.

“I haven’t,” TJ answered after a couple seconds of thought. “I was dying earlier. But I’m dying a little less now.”

“Thank God I’m here, I guess,” Cyrus said with a smile. Time stood still for a second as TJ and Cyrus simply stared at each other for a couple seconds, a blush creeping up on both of their faces, not that oblivious TJ noticed Cyrus’s blush, or vice versa. The awkward silence was clearly cutting through the room, though, so Cyrus cleared his throat before it could get worse, turning to check on the soup to find that it was ready.

Handing TJ the soup, Cyrus told him, “Okay, well, go to your room and lay down. I’ll be up in a couple minutes with something else and I’m gonna pick a movie for us to watch.”

TJ rolled his eyes. “I’m not that sick, Underdog,” he informs him before hacking and coughing once again. No matter how many times TJ says it, Cyrus’s heart skips a beat when TJ calls him “Underdog”, and he knew it always would.

“Go upstairs, TJ,” Cyrus said with half-seriousness.

Begrudgingly, TJ stood, soup in hand and Dora-themed blanket wrapped around him and held together with the other. “You’re being such a mom,” TJ grumbled under his breath, but loud enough to still be heard by Cyrus (which he totally did on purpose).

“What was that?” Cyrus called with raised eyebrows.

TJ flashed a cocky grin at him. “Nothing!” he answered with a cheeky (but stuffy) voice before sludging upstairs to obey Cyrus.

Cyrus’s eyes followed TJ  with a goofy grin as he trudged up the stairs. Never would Cyrus understand how TJ managed to be so charming, even when he was sick.

Once TJ was upstairs, he pulled out his phone and opened his notes to find the smoothie recipe he kept around for when somebody got sick. It was a random thing to keep on your phone, but in Cyrus’s defense, you never know when you need to make an emergency smoothie and it obviously it came in handy.

The smoothie turned out to be a greenish-brown color, giving Cyrus some serious doubts on how good the smoothie actually was — not to mention how it would taste — but Cyrus grabbed some straws and headed upstairs anyways. Walking through the hallway on his way to TJ’s room, he spotted lots of family pictures throughout the years, baby pictures of TJ, and school pictures, as well as baseball pictures, of TJ. Cyrus couldn’t help but gush over how adorable TJ was in all the pictures, and couldn’t resist from taking a few pictures from his phone of the multiple photos on wall for blackmail and future birthday posts.

Finally finding TJ’s room and walking into it, he found that TJ had already chosen and started some kind of action movie without Cyrus, and was laying down in bed. TJ sat up when Cyrus entered the room, though.

Cyrus pouted. “You already started without me?” he said with mock-sadness and betrayal in his voice. TJ just shrugged. “I forgive you. I know the sickness is getting to your head.” Cyrus handing him the smoothie and straws. “I made a smoothie. It’s not poison, I promise. I think.”

TJ laughed and took the smoothie. “Thanks, Underdog. You really didn’t have to do all of this for me. I don’t deserve it,” TJ said with a soft smile that made Cyrus want to kiss him on the spot, but when hearing that TJ thought he didn’t “deserve it”, he couldn’t help but go off on a tangent.

“But I did have to! And I wanted to, too. You most definitely deserved it and I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you here by yourself when you were sick and if I wasn’t here then there would’ve been no one here to take of you and who knows what would’ve happened if I didn’t do anything about it and I didn’t have had any contact with you because you don’t have your phone so I wouldn’t have been able to check up on you to see how you’re doing and you’re already sick so you need to feel comfortable and have company and get better and what if you got worse and—”

“Cyrus! Cy- Underdog! Listen to me Cyrus. It’s okay,” TJ said, cutting him off and trying to calm him down. “Look at me. I’m fine. Okay, I’m not fine, but I’m not dying and I’m not going to die. You really don’t have to go full parent mode on me. I’ll be okay,” he said with a soft smile. “Now,” he said, once Cyrus has realized he had gotten too worked up and had calmed down a little. “Come sit down and watch this stupid movie with me.” TJ grinned and patted the bed.

Cyrus let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Sorry. When I really care about someone I get super caring and protecting, I guess,” he answered, smiling sheepishly. Cyrus was beginning to feel embarrassed about his tiny outburst, but knowing TJ wasn’t judging him, he was able to relax.

TJ blushed at the thought the Cyrus cared about him so much. “It’s okay. I honestly really appreciate it, Cy.” Without thinking, Tj decided to be bold. “It’s pretty cute, to be honest,” TJ said, before taking a sip of the smoothie handed him. But before Cyrus could choke about what TJ just said (and before TJ could freak out about what had come out of his mouth before he could think about it), TJ coughed and made a fake gagging noise. “Ugh! This is disgusting. What’s in it?” he asked with a disgusted tone, gesturing to the smoothie in his hand.

“Well, there’s spinach, orange juice, basil, beets, carrots… all of which is supposed to help you heal more quickly!” Cyrus said, realizing how gross the combination sounded when he said it out loud.

TJ fake gagged again, making a “blech” noise and pretending to stick a finger near his mouth at the thought of the mixture. “It’s horrible. Taste it with me?” he suggested with a smirk, offering Cyrus a straw.

Cyrus accepted the straw, acting like he was extending his hand at a royal ball. “Gladly,” he responded with mock formality, taking a seat next to TJ on his bed and sticking his straw into the smoothie.

“On the count of three?” TJ asked, to which Cyrus nodded. “No chickening out!” he announced it advance.

“I won’t!” Cyrus promised.

TJ took a deep breath. “Okay. One…” Cyrus took a deep breath and braced himself as much as he could. “Two....” TJ grimaced, not prepared to take another sip. “And…. three!” Cyrus quickly took and swallowed a decent sip to keep his promise, but TJ only pretended to take a sip.

Immediately, Cyrus turned away and gagged. “Why do I even try to do anything related to cooking?” Cyrus rasped, disgusted, while TJ laughed his head off. Hearing his laughter, Cyrus whipped head back towards TJ. “You didn’t drink it?” he yelped. TJ shook his head no. “The betrayal!” he gasped, putting a hand over his heart. Then, he scowled. “Okay, this time we both have to try it. No fake outs, TJ, and I mean it.” Cyrus attempted to say this in a threatening voice, which wasn’t very successful, although TJ agreed anyways.

“On my count this time,” Cyrus stated. Just before the countdown, Cyrus heard his phone go off multiple times next to him, most definitely texts from Buffy and Andi asking him to update them. They can be patient for a couple hours, he thought to himself, fumbling around for his phone without moving from his position, and shutting it off so they wouldn’t distract him. I might do something daring in a couple seconds, and now is not the time “One…” They both leaned into the horrid smoothie. “Two…” Cyrus’s eyes flickered up to meet TJ’s, causing them both to realize how close they were. “Three,” Cyrus announced in a breathless voice, and a second later, instead of lips meeting their straws, Cyrus leaned in before he could second-guess himself, TJ’s lips meeting Cyrus’s as he leaned in that the same time to close the distance as well.

It was as if they had both planned it, as if they were on the same wavelength. The kiss was a short but meaningful one, saying so many things neither of them had dared to say before and confirming their feelings towards each other. It felt like two pieces of puzzle fitting together, the perfect match.

They broke apart after a few seconds, foreheads touching and their eyes gleaming, saying things that neither of them seemed to be capable of saying with their own mouths. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of just staring at each and blushing, both started to giggle.

“If you don’t be careful Cyrus, you’re gonna catch a cold,” TJ said, smiling so wide he could hardly contain it.

Cyrus grinned. “Too bad,” he shrugged, leaning in to close the gap once more.

Four Days Later

“I told you that you were gonna get sick!” TJ chuckled.

Cyrus blew his nose and pouted. “Yeah, but I hoped that my immune system would prove you otherwise!” Cyrus sighed. “Clearly, it let me down,” he said, barely able to finish his sentence before sneezing. “Why can’t I see you right now?” he said with a frown, wanting to reach through the screen to see TJ in real life.

“Hm. Bless you, by the way,” TJ pretended to think for a second. “Maybe it’s because I had to come to school and you’re bedridden with a cold?” He suggested, smirking.

“Oh,” Cyrus said with a downcast face. “I guess that’s true.” Cyrus went to continue the conversation, but when Cyrus opened his mouth the speak again, he heard the bell signaling the final warning to get to class go off.

“As much as I hate to say it, I gotta get to class, Underdog,” TJ announced sadly, causing Cyrus to pout once again and make him want to stubbornly insist that TJ stay, but he accepted defeat instead, deciding to sleep in to make the school day go by as quickly as possible. “See you after school, boyfriend!” TJ exclaimed with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face, blowing him a kiss through the screen.

Cyrus pretended to catch it and put it on his heart, an equally big and goofy grin on his face. “You too, boyfriend. It’s my turn to choose the movie, by the way. Bring soup!”

[cloneslugs]

hey uh callout for @/sugarandmemories for things, im doing this as a vb blog & someone who’s seen him pop up more and more in the fanbase but this is gonna include stuff from other fanbases bc ik he’s very active in a lot of things & has acquired quite the following from it, and i wanna make sure everyone knows who they’re reblogging from (tw for incest & pedophilia)

basically Nick/Sugar has sexualized minors/has shitty ships + interacts with an artist who draws pedophilia/incest, and he himself has drawn some pretty questionable art

okay so Sugar/Nick is an 18 yo artist who draws a lot of fanart and his main blog is @/scepterno, his art blog, again, is @/sugarandmemories and he has another art blog @/monfernomaxie but he’s most active @/sugarandmemories ! (his ig is also sugarandmemories & his twitter is sugarnziles)For the sake of this post, i’m only gonna go over things that were posted after he turned 18! anything thats a little suspicious or problematic before his 18th will be ignored for simplicity

so people who dont know venture bros the two pictured are twin brothers and let me start off by saying i have nothing against touchy siblings but what rubs me (and a lot of others the wrong way) is the blush & stuff & also just the one on the neck (sorry its small, the one w blue around it) all of it just feels a bit off

this is also something that rubs me the wrong way bc the twins pictured are just recently 18 in canon (okay, so age stuff is weird w them bc of different things that happen but for the sake of reference, dean is a kid who is just entering college & just graduated high school we saw their 16th birthday and the show has spanned about 2 years in canon time) the person with hearts around him are traits from a henchman of the twins’ father’s arch enemy who as a henchman has tried to (and succeeded in) killing the twins, has kidnapped the twins multiple times, and yes, they have had silly and friendly interactions but vbros honestly brushes a lot of things off really easily, and even strained relations aside, has a significant amount of years over the twins (10+)

okay this is now jumping into venturecest more so uh for reference & pictures will be censored accordingly 

@/scepterno is his main blog (sorry for the photo hhh) and theres a venture bros artist who i won’t be leaking the url of here bc i dont need that shit spreading but if you want to know it for blocking purposes, message me, also, sorry for some pretty Bad art below but essentially sugar/nick interacts w someone who posts pedophilia & incest 

this is just proof they interact and also is really dubious for me because OP draws really shitty things (incest/pedophilia) involving hank so it really rubs me the wrong way (and also OP never tags their stuff, so i can only assume sugar/nick follows them)

okay here’s a pic of the same blog from above of some of their art, showing the twins in sexual situations together & even kissing (one of multiple pics they have of the two of them) again thats Sugar/Nick’s main blog liking this pic, OP has multiple pictures, again, of incest, pedophile, and just implied sexual situations within the venture family, all of it untagged but still viewed/recognized but sugar/nick. it makes me really question that hank + dean art that he posted to his art blog before, especially considering the types of post he’s interacted with and appears to support, 

you cant look at people’s followers on tumblr as far as ik but Nick does follow that same artist above on twitter, has liked some post and even shared some of their cleaner art ! (message for proof bc im not posting twitter handles or more art)

he supports hotdiggedydemon & has retweeted/reblogged his work (hotdiggedydemon is known to have racist/pedophilic works & nick is still willing to support him)

anyway nick/sugar has been shown to support shitty artist because he thinks its okay to support good art and ignore what the artist does, which basically just gives said shitty artists a bigger platform/validates what they do

he draws borderline inappropriate/questionable art and interacts with/chooses to be friends with artists who openly support/draw incest/pedophilia/racism/rape and sees no issue with it 

if you have anything to add/extra info you can message me and i’ll add it but otherwise stop interacting with/supporting sugarandmemories because he has a pretty low moral highground when it comes to art and the artists behind it

Misc other info: 

he’s drawn tagged nsfw(ish) art of teenagers which he’s defended and sees no issue with 

here’s him contradicting the nsfw tag on his tumblr and defending it on ig/arguing over it ! i remember seeing him getting defensive of it on ig before i think, but the comments are locked now ! 

supports (likes) hotdiggedydemon on twitter (pretty openly problematic, white & uses the N word, etc)

more defense of the cyrob piece he did/defending the sexualization of minors

also he’s made ddlg jokes before on his blog & twitter (not something inherently bad but he’s made one in reference to robin from ttg 

defending pedophilic/rape/etc art as if its not bad, equating pedophilia/rape/etc to just a “mature theme” as if its not a real issue even if it is just art

implied ddlg jokes about a kids show/involving a teenage character

EDIT:

im probably not gonna update this post anymore but here’s 

a doc w/ misc other info (just one new thing as of this update, but if i need to add anything it will be there/you can always still send info in, i just honestly dont keep up w/ him)

[freesneezes4every1]

Can I request Keith getting sick with this type of galra illness that's similar to a bad cold/sinus infection but worse and makes him sneeze a lot while on and of times his eyes turn into his galra eyes. He feels terrible but Krolia is there to take care of him. This happens post s7 when they make it back to earth. Kosmo is also there to give Keith emotional support and cuddles. Both Kosmo and Krolia makes sure he doesn't try to run off to settle his duties on the garrison (stern mom Krolia).

Oh my god, yes! Of course you can! My first request, I’m so excited!

I have to admit though, that I haven’t even finished season three (I’m still not ready for clone!Shiro and Keith joining the BOM), so there might be mistakes.

Anyway, as requested some bonding time between Krolian and Keith with a hint of broganes (sry, I couldn’t resist) and a lot of sneezing. I hope you enjoy it!

Everything began with a sneeze. 

Keith had felt off all morning. At first, he blamed it on all the stress he’d had recently and not having slept well the night before, but soon enough his throat started to scratch and he felt a headache coming on. 

Nothing of this, however, could stop him from doing his work. There was so much to do; all the meetings and briefings he had to attend, the training of the new pilots, spending bonding time with his lion, practising hand-to-hand combat with Shiro who was still getting used to his new prothesis… by the afternoon, he was pretty sure he was running a temperature and it was showing. 

“Are you good? You don’t look too hot.”, Shiro asked worriedly. Keith looked a little more sweaty and out of breath than he usually would after training and he hadn’t even been going hard on him. 

“Sure. I’m fine.” He was the black Paladin for heaven’s sake! He was needed and couldn’t throw a sickie, right now.

“Maybe you should take it a little easier.” The older boy sighed at the look Keith gave him. “Well, thanks for training with me. When I come back from the recon flight in a few days, I’ll make sure you get a few hours off and we can go on a hoverbike race like in the old days.”

“Sounds great! When do you have to go, anyway?”

“In about half an hour. I should better be going now before Iverson throws a fit. Don’t overdo it!”

They hugged each other goodbye and if Shiro felt him shiver against his chest, he was generous enough not to comment on it.

Keith was sweaty and achy and a shower wouldn’t be the worst thing, right now, but he didn’t have the time for it. He had promised Krolia to meet up with her and Kolivan.Tiredly, he run his hands over his face brushing his nose which set off a tickle. Had his sinuses been prickling like this the whole time?

He quickly made his way to the changing rooms but didn’t get far. He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt a sneeze overcome him. “Hgtshh!”, he stifled. Unfortunately it didn’t stay by just one. It never did. “Hih yishh! Ish! Igshiii! Hihhh ihh itshhh!” He moaned in the aftermath. The itch still hadn’t vanished completely and- what was wrong with his eyes? Had the room been this bright the whole time?

He squeezed his eyes shut, but it was too late. The light caused the prickling sensation in his sinuses to return and before he could get a tissue from his bag, he was overwhelmed again by a sneeze forcing its way out of his nose. “Hrshiii! Hishh! Hih Ishh!” Before he could brace himself, he was set off once again by a soft tissue brushing against his nose. “Itshhh! Hih ih ihhh Tshii! Tshhh!”, he sneezed into it. 

When he was done, he opened his eyes again. This time the room seemed significantly darker and the light didn’t set him off again. He looked up to see Krolia pressing the tissue against his nose and looking down worriedly at him. He blushed becoming aware of the fact he’d basically sneezed into his mother’s hand. He opened his mouth to apologize but the tissue that was still pressed firmly against his nose prevented him from talking. He briefly wondered what his mother was doing here. Had he lost track on time once again?

“Blow!”, Krolia ordered making no move to pull back. 

Keith tried to take the tissue from her but she didn’t seem to get the hint, so he had no other choice but to actually do as he’d been told. His flush deepened when he buried his nose into the Kleenex and emptied it with a gurgling sound. The blowing affected his throat and he went into a forceful coughing fit soon after. 

Krolia pulled back her hand disposing the soaked tissue with a worried expression on her face, before she went back to her son. “You should’ve said you’re sick!”, she scolded. 

“I’m fine. Sorry if I kept you-huhh! and Kolivan wahhh- waiting.”, Keith was barely able to answer already fighting off another annoying tickle. This cold sucked! “I’ll be right hih! there. Ihhh hih igtsh! Itshh!”

She sighed.“Keith, do you think I’m a good mother?”

This question put Keith off. He looked at her with a puzzled expression not understanding how they’d gotten there. “Of course, you’re a good mother! Why-“

“Woulda good mother allow their kid to work while sick?”

He should’ve known that would backfire. “It’s important! I have too much to do to be sick right now! Besides, it’s only a cold, so I’ll be fine.”

“It’s not a cold, Keith. I’m not sure if you’re aware of it, but when you sneezed your eyes turned purple which means the virus is interacting with your alien gens, so you ought to have a galran sickness. I think, it’s probably a sinus paranasalis which is equivalent to the human cold but will be worse for you because your human form is weaker.”

Well, that explained why the room had appeared to be so much brighter all of a sudden. Keith knew he should probably be more worried about the whole sickness and his eyes turning purple thingy, but every thought that wasn’t drowned out by the deep tiredness settling upon him, was dedicated to all the things he still had to get done today. 

Just when he was about to tell her that he couldn’t possibly afford to take the day off, Kosmo appeared out of nowhere (like usually). He looked back and forth between mother and son like he was trying to figure out into which situation he’d beamed himself (Keith’s fever had to be very high) and barked at them. Suddenly, Keith found himself in his bedroom with Krolia grinning triumphantly at him.

“Good boy!”, she praised Kosmo who wagged his tail, then she turned back to Keith who was still staring puzzled at his new surroundings. She stepped closer slipping her hand under his bangs in order to measure his temperature. “You’re burning up, Keith! Off to bed with you! I’ll send a message to Lance to ask him to cover you. The world is not going to stop turning just because you take a day off.”

But what if it did? 

“Besides, you really need the rest. Selfcare is important!”

Well, that was interesting! “Interesting statement from somebody who never took a day off in their whole life! Kolivan has told me everything about that one time you were stabbed 16 times and still volunteered for the next mission two days later.”

Krolia pursed her lips obviously not happy about Kolivan betraying her like this. “Get into bed! Do as I say, not as I do!”

Keith realized that there was no point in keeping up his protest. Besides, he really didn’t ’t feel too hot and if he was honest, the idea of having his Mum to take care of him while he was sick was an experience he was kinda excited for. When he was sick as a child, he had always wondered what it would feel like having somebody stroking back his soaked bangs from his fever hot forehead and tucking a blanket around his shivering frame gently. (Not that he’d ever admit this!) Later, when he’d found Shiro who would’ve been more than willing to take care of him like this, he had gotten hurt and abandoned so often, he simply couldn’t couldn’t accept this kind of platonic intimacy anymore. 

But during the last few months, a lot had changed. 

While Krolia rummaged around in his room for a paper and a pen to write the message to Lance, he quickly changed into his Pyjamas. After she’d sent Kosmo with the short letter to the blue Paladin, she helped Keith under the covers and tucked him in. 

Even if Keith didn’t like to admit it, he actually felt better. The covers were warm and cozy and for the first time in weeks, he was able to actually lay back and relax. Even if not for long. A tell tale tickle in his nose told him, he was about to- “Hgtshhh! Hih yishh! Ishhh!”

Once again, Krolia grabbed a tissue to press it against her son’s twitching nostrils. “Bless you!”

“Hih Ishhii! Ihhh Hishiii! Hishhh! Hgthshh!”, Keith managed to stifle the last sneeze. He didn’t want to embarrass himself even further and the Kleenex was already soaked enough. Apparently, Galrans were not as private about these kind of things but that didn’t mean Keith wasn’t highly aware of soaking his mother’s hand with his snot. 

“I heard stifling is not healthy.”, she scolded. “Do you need to blow your nose?”

Keith wanted to answer, but his breath was caught by another quickly approaching sneeze. He felt the weird thing with his eyes happen again as he launched into another messy fit. “I- hih ihh tshiii! Ishii!”

“I take that as a yes.”, she held a fresh tissue under his nose waiting for Keith to blow.

“I can hold the tissue on my own.”, he reassured her.

“But I want to take care of you!”, she stated like it was the most obvious thing on earth. 

“I know but hih! but it’s not com-hih itshieww! Ishiew! Hih Ishhh! God, this is torture!”

“I’m afraid the sneezing will keep on for the next few days but I’ll ask one of the Blades to get you something that will reduce it. The other Paladins were right, by the way. You do sound like one of these small animals Pidge showed me so many videos of!”

Keith groaned again. “I don’t have a kitten sneeze!”, he protested. 

“The facts say otherwise.”

Keith closed his eyes. The lights were too bright and he wondered if they were still galran or if it was only his headache that had increased. Whatever, he was tired and cosy and if he managed to stop sneezing for a while ready to go to sleep. He snuggled back into the covers willing himself to relax and not think about all the important stuff he was missing. But his nose wouldn’t let him rest for long.  Soon enough, he pinched forward with another sneeze the tickle in his nose never fully abating.

Krolia was ready to catch the oncoming fit once again much to her son’s dismay and humiliation. “Hih hihhh ihh Tshiewww! Hishieww! Hishiiii! Hih Hitshhh!”, she rubbed the Kleenex against his reddening nostril setting his sensitive sinuses off once again. He barely managed to catch his breath when he- “Ashieww! Ashiii! Ashhh! Ishh! Hih hih ihhh Yishhh! Yishh-Ishhh!”

“Oh my!”, Krolia sighed. Impromptu, she stood up from the edge of the bed where she had been sitting and instead climbed onto the bed crawling beneath the covers. 

“What-“

“You know, I’m not good with these… things. I could never be there for you when you were little which I am incredible sorry for, especially thinking about what happened with your Dad, but I want to make up for this now. I don’t know how to do this, but I’m your mother and I will figure something out!”, she stated just as determinedly as if it was about taking out a galra base or defeating Zarkon, almost making Keith laugh. They were definitely related.

She slung her arms around his slightly shivering form, a fresh tissue ready at hand. Keith turned onto his side burying his head into her chest enjoying the warmth of his mother’s embrace. He couldn’t remember when he had been that close to someone for the last time.

“I don’t know how human illnesses work, but without direct blood contact it’s very unlikely I’ll catch this form you, so don’t hesitate to cough and sneeze on me if you have to. I don’t mind.”, she reassured him.

Keith nodded but turned away for the next sneeze anyway. “Yishiii! Hih Ishiii!”

Sighing, Krolia pulled him back against her chest. She opened her mouth to say something when Kosmo reappeared and jumped on top of the bed. Apparently, he sensed Keith’s weakened state because he carefully snuggled up against him resting his head upon the boy’s hip.

“Good boy.”, Keith muttered tiredly patting the space dog’s head.

Krolia smiled at the scene in front of her. She had waited for this so long. Gently, she carded her fingers through the black longish strands enjoying the softness of Keith’s hair against her fingertips. “When you wake up again, we will get a grip on your temperature and I’ll get you some medicine and call Shiro to ask what usually helps you when you’re sick, okay? Until then, you should try to get some rest.”, she ordered gently.

Keith was almost asleep already which explained why he didn’t manage to cover his nose in time when he felt another sneeze approach. “Hitshhh! Hih Ishhh!”, he sneezed tiredly onto his mother’s chest. He sniffled. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” 

After he let her help him to blow his nose, he snuggled into her once again. For the moment, his nose had stopped tickling and he was determined to use that possibility to do as his mother had said and actually get some rest. 

“Sleep well!”, she whispered.

“I love you, Mum.”

Her eyes filled with tears at that and she squeezed him tighter. This was the first time he’d called her that! “I love you too.”

Kosmo barked in agreement, but Keith had already fallen asleep in her arms.

[ask-readyplayergaymers]

((Mod post!! Gonna answer some questions for me that have been sitting around for a while, sorry the response is so late ;w;

Everything’s under the cut to save space 0w0 ))

Anonymous said: Okay but totally loving the concept of Michael as Gil and Jeremy as Oz??? Like, freaking Alice is Christine (even tho its totally a personality clash apart from the childish aspect but shhhh) and just yes

YEAH MAN...any type of PH crossover is good hhh but GOSH imagine Michael like. After growing up and spending ten years looking for Jeremy like Gil did ahh my heart aches!! And Jeremy coming back pouting like “You’re taller than me now that’s totally not fair, M” Christine would make a really cute Alice I think, just seeing her dress up like Alice and having her kick ass as the B-Rabbit?! Hell yeah!

zekromztk2 said: Out of all of the Pandora Hearts characters, who is your favorite? Mine is... probably either Alice or Oz

HELL I LOVE GILBERT I’D DIE FOR THAT MAN LEGIT;; I love Oz and Break a lot too and! RUFUS BARMA AS WELL I ADORE HIM

Anonymous said: did I hear Harry Potter?

Ye man talk to me about the Marauder days any time I love talking about Sirius, James and Remus getting into shenanigans at Hogwarts hoo boy

Anonymous said: (Hey mod, so basically Jake and Rich are just gonna be background characters with kind of their own stories?)

Yes! Jeremy and Michael are the main focus here, but Jake and Rich sort of have their own thing going on in the background as more minor characters to the overall blog! I want to make a more developed backstory for the treasure hunter girls and Christine as well, so we’ll see how that goes~

Anonymous said: Thank you so much for introducing the novel this AU is based on to me!! Now that I've finished reading, I understand a lot more about this AU and now I want to ask... Would you consider Mr. Heere/Reyes as Morrow?

You’re very welcome, it’s a great novel so! I’m glad more people are reading it after having run into this blog, I must spread the pureness that is Aech to all of humanity //shakes fists And yes! Mr. Reyes is Morrow, I can imagine him sort of contributing to the hunt with lots of theater related things, which Christine specializes in! Book!Squip is Halliday, and there’s actually a little more about that and his relationship with Jeremy that I want to get into later.

Anonymous said: ((I had literally never heard of ready player one but I lov this blog so much I actually went out and bought it. Consider me murdled dead))

Yeah man like;; I didn’t read the novel until this past summer and after that I just got so into it and BMC at the same time so? I combined the two and here we are! Aaah I’m so glad!! Like I’ve said before I love it when people come tell me they went out to buy the novel and read it because of me, it makes me so happy :’) Hjrhjd please don’t die lol

emibeani said: ((I just finished reading Ready Player One, and thank you so much for this blog.))

I’m glad to hear it!! And you’re very welcome, I honestly didn’t expect so many people to get into but I’m super appreciative of all the interest you guys have shown so far so?? Thank you!!

Anonymous said: THIS IS NOT A ASK, BUT, OMG, THIS AU IS FUCKING PERFECT.

Glad you like it, ty! ;D

aslyn-is-artsy said: Your art is absolutely amazing

Hrhrhgfh I’m blushing thank you wow;;

aslyn-is-artsy said: Thank you so much for showing me this amazing book. I now aspire to become the real version of Art3mis. Just with short blonde hair instead. ;)

No problem!! It’s such a fantastic read and I was honestly blown away by it, so yeah...! Haha yeah I love Arty! She’s such a badass character and she doesn’t put up with any of Wade’s shit, which is great, she’s so empowered and I adore her

theitalianscribe said :I don't remember if this was answered, but is Michael trans male in this au?

Nope! I mean if you want to headcanon him that way that’s fine, I won’t stop you! I’m not going to endorse that since I myself don’t see him being that way, but you all are entitled to your own opinions so! And even if he were trans that wouldn’t be the main point of the blog anyway, I’m focusing more on their actual relationship, not their sexuality or gender or anything like that ^^

Anonymous said:i checked the book Ready Player One out from the library just because of this blog! are there any other books you recommend? (i havent finished the book but i like it so far i think!)

Oh nice!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Ahhh hmm well if you like supernatural teen stories, there’s a series called Darkest Powers by Kelley Armstrong about this girl named Chloe who finds out she’s a necromancer after being sent to a “troubled teens” home, and she meets these boys named Simon and Derek who also have special abilities and then all sorts of crazy things happen! I first read it back in high school and I still love it a lot, so yeah it’s a trilogy and all of the characters are really great so! (I looooove Simon like. So much.) Check it out if you have the time, it’s a good read!

kitikat101 said: Random potential song parodies: I Love the OASIS (I Love Play Rehearsal), Find That Egg (Be More Chill, pts. 1 and 2), Two-Player Game (but with Joust), Oases In My Head (Voices In My Head)

Kit can I say how much I adore these song titles they fit so well I’m really tempted to make parodies for all of them, absolutely brilliant

geeklychic1012 said: So are we allowed to send in fanfics based on this blog? (Cuz I submitted one but my wifi is shit and I think Tumblr might have eaten it haha)

YES!! Please do I’d highly enjoy reading stuff from you guys! And yes I saw and it breaks my heart like. Why. I’ll post it soon for everyone else to see too! They must all suffer as I have hfhdjhgjg

Anonymous said: Who would be I-r0k in this au? Or would I-r0k still be his normal jerk self?

I’m actually...not sure :0 There aren’t enough characters in BMC to properly cross over with all the rest of the RPO characters so;; I might have to go through the BMC novel and find some obscure background character to sneak in as I-r0k lol, because I would like to have all of the RPO characters replaced by BMC counterparts, if that makes sense!

theitalianscribe said: Does someone else take Halliday's place in this au? Also, do the gunters have a shared obsession with pop culture from a certain time period? What time period?

Yeah, I mentioned that up above! But Book!Squip takes over the role of Halliday, and musical Squip is Sorrento, of course~ Honestly I’d say like, probably the early 2000s, since that was when I was growing up and I can actually make references back to that time lol? I mean I love the 80s as well, just as it is in the book, but I feel as if I don’t know enough about that time period to actually. Make proper references and constantly. (I mean I could ask my parents who lived during that time too but;; haha.) Most of the stuff on here are me self-projecting, like with video games, books, and anime, that’s all me lol

Anonymous said: " “You don’t need to sell me on anything, Wade,” she said. “You’re my best friend. My favorite person.” With what appeared to be some effort, she looked me in the eye. “I’ve really missed you, you know that?”My heart felt like it was on fire. I took a moment to work up my courage; then I reached out and took her hand." aka perfect au is perfect how does it fit S O well

!!! yEAH MY DUDE I LOVED THAT PART and just imagining Michael saying that to Jeremy I wanted to cry;; I don’t even know but the INSTANT Aech was introduced I was like “Ohhh man. I’m getting major BMC vibes here” and bam, a week later this blog was born lol

Anonymous said:Would you be okay with cosplay of your character designs? I can't do one anytime soon, but they look really cool (and jerm's hair honestly looks fun to do)

YES!! OH MY GOD I’d probably die of sheer happiness if you guys cosplayed these dorks! If you want I could draw a character ref sheet so you actually get a proper look at their outfits! But yes I’d highly enjoy that;; like the cosplay doesn’t even have to be accurate I’d still love it anyway, and doing things like acting out some of the asks here (I’ve seen it be done before and it’s so cute!) would be totally okay too! But yeah as always TAG ME or submit it here so I can see it aaaa I’d love love LOVE that! ^^

Anonymous said: SPECIAL BOY SPECIAL BOY SPECIAL BOY SPECIAL BOY SPECIAL B

YEEEEEAAAAA IT’S ABOUT TIME I MADE AN OUTFIT FOR RICH RIGHT I LOVE HIM SM

maysurprisedyou said: Hi! This isn't quite an ask, but!! I started reading Ready Player One because of this blog and it's really interesting so far so thank you!! All of your posts seem to make my day ahah <3

Oooh I’m happy you’re liking it so far, I’m glad my blog inspired you to read it! And aaAAAA that’s so sweet I’m?? Hhhhfh thank you! :’)

[hoshalicious]

sugar daddy!soonyoung

if he isn’t the type of sugar daddy that buys a shit ton of clothes for you and for himself, then idk who tf he is

a soft one too

and i’m talking about very soft

lately he’s been low key looking for a significant other for a long time but he never says anything about it

but the thing is, when you or anyone else see him for the very first time in america, you wouldn’t even think the slightest bit that he’s either famous or a millionaire

lmao he’s always wearing clothes that make him feel comfortable when dancing, something like a black t-shirt and some sweatpants

but he actually is famous, but not everyone knows him

but there are times that people do nicely stop him to take pictures or selfies and he really doesn’t even mind it at all !!

so he’s famous through instagram, known for him making incredible dancing videos he posts

he even does dance covers and they’re so amazing

his stage name is of course hoshi

people were so into his dancing, even did some backup dancing for some well-known korean artists

he even helped or has made choreographies for some of the artists too, whether it’s a solo artist or a group.

and yes

he’s REALLY famous in south korea ajskdf

hhh like wow, he’s such an inspiration for many young fans

you’re an insta model, but not too known but maybe have around 500K followers

not a lot of people know about you but you are grateful for the people who you inspire and how you are

your followers LOVE !! YOUR !! AESTHETICS !!

you get a fuck ton of fan mail occasionally through your post office and you would send the letters back with a response !!

though it wasn’t really as much as you think, it clearly makes you happy

except that one negative note you received

“delete your instagram. you’ll never become famous.”

response: “y’all hear sumn?” and you legit posted the letter + response on instagram

your blog is an negative-free zone yeet

but ANYWAYS

one of your admirers made some fantasized theory about you and soonyoung

they were like “oh my god i love these two people so much!!” with both photos present in the post

and you left to see his account, being really famous and his videos were very outstanding

but guess what, he messaged you sometime later that day

ok fast forward

so it was BIG NEWS when you two were a thing

like y/n?? and hoshi?? datinG??

even the fan that fantasized who shipped y’all in the first place was shooketh as fuck lmao

“y’ALL, HOSHI AND Y/N ARE ACTUALLY TOGETHER, DID THEY READ MY POST ??”

though there were some people who disapprove your relationship with him

mostly international fans but you don’t care, you love this boy with all of your heart

and trust me, he loves you

i mean he has been lovesick for a little while oof

but wow lemme tell you

he’ll order you fast food if you ever wanted to, for example, order any takeouts or pizza deliveries like he’ll buy you that shit

he knows how much you like modeling for instagram so he’ll even buy you new clothes and makeup

maybe some self-care products !!

like yeah you still had money for makeup before but not as much for clothes

you had never had the confidence of what you were wearing to the public

so most of your photos were selfies with a t-shirt on using your phone

maybe even a cute sweatshirt you bought recently

but you have been grateful for what hoshi has been giving you

a new camera for your birthday, new outfits and maybe even a new phone !!

there was no way you could ever pay him back, like he had a lot more money than you did before you dated him

but you do give him a whole lot of emotional support, he would always feel down due to some hate comments or even doubting if you still love him

his past relationships were terrible because they all cheated on him before he even got famous

and you being you, no negativity, gave him cute pecks on the cheek and you both were just giving each other affection

your kisses always make him feel loved no matter what

you both even go to a buffet for the both of you to be stuffed

“eh, i’ll post a cover tomorrow”

“i just want to sleep”

it’s been a tradition that you two would go on vacation maybe about 3-4 times a year

one for summer, one for winter,  one to visit your family and one for one of you two have collaborations

but anyways, yes i bet that hoshi would be an affectionate sugar daddy

like he would be the cutest boyfriend to have but also the rudest (appearance wise, not personality wise) man to ever e x i s t

and i’m sure this man would be a true blessing too

abi; october 22, 2018.

[i-moved-the-blog]

UT/UF Sans sits next to a cute Crush on the bus who wears ear buds all the time. As time goes by, they end up passing little notes to each other, growing closer and closer. One day, Crush offers their earbuds to the skell to show what kind of music they're listening to. There's no music. Crush is deaf and wears earbuds to kind of hide it. (I was thinking about a video I saw years ago when I read the bus ask hhh)

Ok so I googled deaf girl earphones notes lol, and I think I found the video you were talking about. It’s this one: https://youtu.be/QyB_U9vn6Wk

if anyone is interested.

Also this turned into a small one shot

UT!Sans: The first time you two interact is the first day he’s on the bus. He’s not completely sure where his stop is and his phone is dead so he can’t google it. He turns to ask you but when he sees the earbuds he just gently taps on your shoulder so you’ll turn to him. He starts asking you the question when he realizes that you’re still wearing the earbuds. He gestures for you pen and notebook you’re holding and then quickly writes out the question on a blank page. When you write the answer he just thanks you and lets you be, you didn’t seem like you wanted to interact and he respects that.

Next day he sees you on the bus, sitting in the same exact spot. Because the bus is fairly crowded he figures he can get away with sitting next to you again. He is, conveniently enough, carrying a pen and pack of post it notes in his pockets. He plops down next to you and carefully sticks a post-it note on the back of the seat in front of you.

’’I hope you’re not too bus-y, just wanted to properly tank u for the help yesterday’’

…the puns are starting to sink in.

But he keeps at it. Placing the block of post-it notes between the two of you so you can both reach them. The rest of the bus journey is spent trying to come up with the corniest jokes about traffic and writing *groans* and ’’omg that one was so bad’’ in response to some of his worst ones. Examples include:

’’Yesterday was my first time taking the bus, I wanted a car but I couldn’t a ford one’’

And

’’But I can Harley wait ’til I  get my motorcycle license’’

After a few days the puns are slowly replaced with questions and a real conversation starts to build. Everything from books to movies to his brother and just general life on the surface and all of its struggles. By now both of you carry your own post it notes and pens and Sans finds himself skipping his stop to talk to you for just a little bit longer. He’s really starting to like you and your humor and he wishes he could talk to you without the post it notes.

When you offer him your earbuds after a few days he takes it as you opening up to him a little more. His stop is coming up soon but he still has a little time left. When he takes the earbuds and doesn’t hear the music he’s kind of confused before he looks up and sees your sad smile. Then he puts two and two together. You never reacted to people screaming in the back of the bus or loud noises outside. He hands you the earphones and smiles back. Then he starts signing. You never introduced yourself when you talked through the notes so that’s what he’s doing now. Before you have any time to react, the bus stops and this is as far as he can take it. He grabs a post it note and quickly scribbles something before hopping off.

’’Thanks for trusting me enough to show me your song. I’d love to talk through more efficient notes, though. Text me?’’

His number is written on the bottom.

UF!Sans: He’s been on the bus a few times before and he’s seen you around. This time he’s sitting next to you, though, and that’s a first. He’s kind of flustered which he hates, and he’s doing everything he can to not look at you. He notices a guy a few seats across from you two, and he won’t stop staring. That wouldn’t be so unusual if it was at Sans. But this creep just won’t stop staring at you. Then, the guy slowly brings his phone up and starts taking pictures. That’s the last straw. He doesn’t want to cause a commotion in public right now, he’s way too tired for that sh*t. Instead he opts for sending a death stare in the creep’s direction. It’s effective and the guy quickly puts down his phone and looks away. He gets off on the next stop.

Sans still feels like he has to warn you though. He pokes your shoulder to get your attention and your head jerks up. He starts to speak when you gesture to the headphones. He wonders why you can’t just take them off but decides not to ask. Instead he picks up his phone and quickly writes a message in his notes telling you about the creep. He gives it to you and watches you read it before you start typing away on his phone. You tell him that you know the guy and that he’s not gonna do anything but you thank him for telling you and also making him stop. He just grunts and takes his phone back, turning away from you. He’s blushing and he doesn’t want you to see. He gets off on the earliest stop possible.

He sees you again a few days later. Still sat there with your earbuds in and looking out the window. There are not empty seats, and he’d rather sit beside someone who doesn’t look at him with distaste so he slips into the seat next to you. You look over and give him a small smile before turning forward again. He kind of wants to talk to you, but you’re still wearing your earbuds. So he picks up his phone and does the same thing as the other day, he writes you a small message in his phone’s notes.

’’what’re ya listening to kid?’

You smile down at his phone and raise and eyebrow at him and for a moment he feels kind of stupid and thinks about teleporting off the bus. But you just give a very quiet laugh as you type out something on his phone and then hand it back.

’’It’s a very special song, it’s part of me’’

Well that wasn’t what he had expected. Still, you weren’t rejecting his attempts at conversation. He hands you the phone again, asking if maybe he could hear it. You pause for a second seemingly re-reading it a couple times. Then you shake your head and give him back his phone with an answer.

’’I’m embarrassed by it :(’’

Just as he reads the note you squeeze yourself out of the seat and bolt towards the exit. Huh, he hadn’t even noticed it had stopped. Just as you’re about to jump out of the bus you stop and turn around. You give him a smal smile and a little wave and then you’re out. He can feel his soul brighten a little.

This time he doesn’t delete the notes you left in his phone.

It becomes a sort of routine. Every time you’re both on the bus you sit next to each other and talk through his phone. He knows you better now, and his crush on you is growing more and more. He knows a lot about you. Your favorite movies and books, your interests, your humor and what your family’s like. But he still doesn’t know why you refuse to take of your headphones and talk to him. He ignores it though, and tries to push down the tiny bit of insecurity he feels because of it. And then one day when you’re talking about one of the human and monster talk shows, you ask him something out of topic.

’’Can I have your number? It would be easier to text than to go on like this. And then we wouldn’t have to limit our talks to the bus :/’’

This is his chance

’’I’ll show you my number if you show me your song’’

You stare at the screen for a while and then look up at him with a pensive look. Then you reach up and take your earbuds out and then hand them to him. He lift them to where his ears would’ve been if he were human, which is where he hears the best. Still nothing. Sh*t, did he break them?

But when he looks back at you, still a little panicky because sh*t he just broke your headphones, you’re just smiling sadly. Then you sign something with your hands that he doesn’t understand. You must have noticed that he didn’t follow what you just signed because you pick up his phone and, while making sure that he can see what you were doing, you went into his contacts. You add a contact with your number and then name it ’’cool bus person’’

Then you go back into his phones notes where you have been having your conversation. You type for a while and then give him the phone. This time you’re not looking at him as he reads, instead you’re looking out over the bus.

’’I’m deaf and there never was a song. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to look at me like I’m different. You still owe me your number though’’

He can’t help but laugh as he goes into his contacts and starts typing a message to you. Only now does he realize that holy f you gave him your number. As he’s typing he doesn’t notice the bus slowing down and coming to a stop. His head jerks up as you tap him lightly on the shoulder and wave as you walk away. Before you jump off you turn to him and make a motion with your hands as if you were texting on a phone. He nods his head to you. You look relived and smile one more time before exiting the bus. As soon as the bus starts moving he continue with the message.

’’It doesn’t make you different in a bad way. Made me think I broke your headphones tho - Sans’’