#shell is like emo and a good shape

[dawnleaf37]

in honor of the tpot short with the failed debuters (assumedly) being announced soon heres my tierlist of all the tpot debuters most favorite to least

tags for longer opinions :3

[dialalagirl]

helllowww ive been a silent follower for a while and only now did i find out that u do matchups so …ill be coming out of my shell to req one if thats alright hehe🥺 + im SO SO SO sorry that its so long!! i yap so much rhajrbjdsj

ill start with my appearance: im 4’11 in height that is a bit on the thicker side but not too much. i do play a lot of volleyball (i do training for it! + im the libero) so i have pretty toned muscles esp on my legs. i think id describe my body as pear-shaped yeye and then as for facial features: everyhting is quite round for my facial features! round cheeks, round eyes, button nose, etc etc yeah however i have pretty chapped lips T-T when im doing nothing with my hands, rhey just automatically go up to pick at my lips which makes it worse haha so im vry guilty for that ;; for hair, i have short black hair (just under my shoulder kind of length) with a himecut style fringe? for my bangs sometimes i do wispy bangs and sometimes i do a side part with it swept to the sides of my face so its pretty flexible. just depends on how i want my hair to look on that day + i usually put the rest of my hair up using my claw clip ^-^ i just think it looks cool cuz since my hair is short, it looks spiky at the back when i put it up and creates an interesting shape :D

clothing? i usually wear baggy clothing! i prefer wearing something loose for my top and then something a little tighter on my waist/hip area to create form. though sometimes when i feel like it i can wear a tight top with loose bottom + something i noticed in my wardrobe is that my clothes are mostly earthy colors (brown, sage green, creme) and then white&black. i just dont like very flashy, eye-catching colors it seems lul. my hard no’s in clothing are …sleeveless (im a little insecure of my arms :c), baggy top/baggy bottoms and then vice versa with tight top/tight bottoms. i take my appearance very seriously and wld always want to look fashionable when outside :) other things related to appearance: i love gold jewelry. rings, necklaces, bracelets, earrings, heck even anklets; i love em all! always appreciate being gifted jewelry to add to my collection >o< i also have a few pairs of glasses but not for eyesight problems, they’re anti-rad that doubles as accessories LOL yes i wear glasses for the aesthetic shhh they look so nice. + i also love makeup <3 nothing too crazy like bold colors or super thick makeup but just enough to make u feel bonita yaknow :3c

and then finally starting another paragraph for my personality: im ngl idk how to describe my personality …id say that im a bit of a chameleon socially? altering certain mannerisms and quirks depending on the person im with. however with certain people (which is like only 2 ppl lol) im very close with, u could say that my true self shines a lot more :) i notice that when im comfortable with someone i become very air-headed? like… i feel like i trust them so much that i dont have to think that much which leads to me mixing up my words, forgetting things, etc HAHAH but with normal people, i try to appear more on the nonchalant side. i like to appear collected & gentle (?) and less extroverted & loud and i think that leads people into thinking im very mature (lots of people come to me for advice) ^^” and i guess i just have that grandma-ish aura to me? like very down to earth, chill, laidback, etc etc …cuz one of my friends told me that they feel like they can tell me anything and trust that i wont tell it to orher people and thats so nice yk! i rlly strive to be a trustworthy and good person as much as i can 🤍 but that doesn’t mean that i have no flaws: im very secretive. the way i present myself makes it feel like im an open book but look closely and youll notice that i tell little to nothing about my actual self. i find it hard to properly express my emotions in an appropriate way and that has led me into some tough spots specifically with my family. idk, i just have a hard time with expressing “emotions” tho i feel neutral/empty most of the time (hence why i take on a laidback persona w people cuz thats the closest to being neutral). its really only people im really really close to that i become that loud, goofy, air-headed, fun person <3

as for my morals/values: i value personal space a lot. i personally dont like it when people try to push me into answering personal questions, it kinda makes me feel icky yk? like i just feel disrespected when people do that to me. youll learn those things once i deem u trustworthy, patience. however, personal space as in physically? i do not mind at all! im a very touchy person with people im comfortable with (hugs, holding hands, etc i love physical touch) and i love it even more when they hug me back<3 so no problem there. i value education a lot so i take like a bit of time everyday tk study and do my work :0 and then friends come second! i value connection a lot w the people around me and fully believe that humans are social animals

miscellaneous information: im an INFP and an aquarius :3c + I LOVE SHU hes my fav diaboy ever out of all the families too idk im all crazy abt him he does things to me uhm HAHAAJBSJ anyways ….im a very creatives kind of person. despite being good in academics, i love art so, so much more. throughout my life, i studied music and learned various instruments (mastered guitar and piano and then learning violin right now!), i also have a passion for painting/drawing specifically humans. the human body is a masterpiece and so i studied anatomy a lot. i loveee studying art (both paintings and sculptures) from the renaissance and baroque era <3 im not sure what else to add but i think its important to talk abt romance since this is a matchup so uhhh yeha i have no love life haha no boyfriend, not even girlfriend (bisexual and got no huzz) so that ends this section LUL

so yeye i believe thats all! AGAIN IM SORRY THAT ITS SO LONG I JUST LOVE TALKING MY ASS OFF but i hope that everything is helpful for my matchup hehehehe >:))) belated happy new years! may 2025 treat u well 🤍

no worries!! glad to finally make your acquaintance hehe~ Hope the new year treats you well too! <3

professor mun here says that your humble diaboy chad shall be, in the most unexpected twist of events, reiji!

…

jk I wouldn’t do you dirty like that, setting pigeon man loose on you.

it’s shu because:

he will def appreciate your baggy and relaxed sense of fashion; really vibes with his whole laze-about aesthetic, ya know? the things you putting your hair in a claw clip does for this man, you don’t wanna know or maybe you do >3>

his hate boner for reiji mighhhhhhht transfer into a fetish for taking off your glasses ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

he will absolutely love to be the big spoon to your very little spoon in bed ;)

while he will initially be put off by your chameleon personality (finding it uncannily like reiji’s tendency to blend with the vampire noble class and prefer pretense), he will come to enjoy your true more air-headed self. it makes perfect teasing fuel, shall we say?

he is also a touchy touchy person and loves the fact that, with you, it does not come with the obligation of sacrificing his mental space until, like you, he is ready

VIOLIN??? just marry this man already. plz and thank u

he will also appreciate your highly creative side and natural intellect (especially for the arts), tho the boy has no passion for the rigid setting of the classroom. what can I say, you two are doomed to roam the North Pole together after his father banishes him there for the umpteenth time 

[explodingstarlight]

i did it, i did the thing 😌✨ turtlesona time!!

MAJOR thanks to my rad moot @snailsnaps for actually getting me to draw him because the executive was not functioning on the task until they brought it up /g

Just some additional lil fun facts/ramblings about Nova that I figured might be an interesting read ^^

+ Nova's name refers to both supernovas (which I think are super cool and am totally projecting my interest onto him) & 80's bossa nova music (very vibey and also gave inspiration for their color palette)

+ Crippling energy drink addiction /lh

+ Likes bugs, particularly moths (death's-head and poodle moths are very cool) & salamanders (their coloration).

+ Places stickers/decals all over themselves and their stuff. The shiny heart and wavey-line details on their shell?? Vinyl decals they made. They only have a few spots on their shell naturally (as natural as a mutant bog turtle is lmao) and thought it was too boring, so they "fixed" it.

+ Draws but only digitally; hates the mess/stickiness of traditional art (chalk pastels are the DEVIL; he's just like me,,,, he's just like me FR 😭🖐️)

+ HUGE seafood fan: will go rabid over a plate of shrimp alfredo; also really enjoys noodles in any form.

+ Hates hot tea but really enjoys a good iced tea.

+ Special interest in astronomy

+ OBNOXIOUS music taste (based off of mine lmao): mainly hyperpop-esque EDM or emo music, but as the design implies, also enjoys some bossa nova music when the mood hits.

+ If he's not wearing his mask, they're very partial to beanies (likes to have something on their face/head at all times)

+ This mf autistic as hell /pos (he's just like me fr x2)

+ Generally seems very laid-back and calm. He's just kinda there for the vibes. BUT they are a massive enabler for chaos--they may not be coming up with the plan, but they Will assist the cause to see what happens. He Can and Will lie with a straight face to help said chaos goblin out. He likes the drama 🤷

And THIS, is a bog turtle! I obviously changed coloration to have more fun with it (and didn't go with yellow markings cuz it resembled Mikey too much), but I kept them in mind:

They're actually pretty similar in size and general build to little box turtles, so I went with Mikey's general body shape when designing Nova. :)

ANYWAY, that's it for now! Thanks for sticking around and reading, if you made it this far 😌✨

[fandom-sheep]

Fundy 28 APR 21

Delayed Liveblog Vault Hunters Part 1/1

Our favorite fox is damp. And apparently can’t get his hair to sit right.

He’s already having to raise the redemption price. It’s been 5 seconds.

I don’t even quite get Vault Hunters I know Hbomb did it last season and that it.

Charm. Lovely.

Is the bottom right a confetti cannon?

Oh no we have to fight? We can’t be trusted.

We are the sort of people to purposefully lose the fight.

Don’t get me wrong. We love Fundy and will cry on command. But also we are rather mean to him.

Mystic Tomato. I don’t know what it is but I love it.

I was saving up Chanel points for water and ads. But now I gotta save for those and the little fun reward pack things.

Oh no. Did we hit 100 subs already? That’s what it says over his name?

Confetti canon?

5up! Hooray!

HBomb humoring Fundy with the emotes.

Fight fight fight!

So close. We tried out best to fight the giant.

Alright chat. We need another arena. Everyone get him.

Everyone in chat yelling about Phil doing stuff in OSMP. Wrong server y’all. We can deal with that later.

Ooo are we doing VC?

Everything is so chaotic already.

Tubbo and Fundy trying to figure everything out.

You know things are confusing when the original people are like “the what?”

There was a how to play meeting? And somehow these boys are still confused.

Tubbo at least has an excuse to be confused.

I love skill trees in games. They just look so pretty.

“I see a melon!” -Fundy

5up our beloved.

My streamer is being beat up with a boomerang.

Fundy doesn’t know what’s happening, but he’s rich so it works.

Tubbo is just saying every name in hopes he says the right one.

Pizza!

We attack!

WE WIN!

We did it! We’re a good chat!

Is 5ups skin still cog champ themed? Maybe not. Maybe my brain is being goofy.

Is Fundy complaining about his hair? I’m not actually paying attention. What is chat on about.

That’s one thing that can be said about all the chats. They like it when their streamers have fluffy hair.

Chat really is just crying aren’t they. Fundy’s chat has a skill of crying at everything.

Hooray 5up is active! Fundy go say hi for us!

Hooray friends!

Super good item! I don’t get it, but super good item!

ITS THE BEING!

Arena arena. We’re almost to the arena!

Aww. I missed the bets.

ARENA TIME!

Beat em up chat!

Oh no. He’s hitting hard.

WE DIDS IT!

ARENA TIME!

Oh were getting hit hard.

But we did it!

Good Job Wolf! Awesome Millionaire!

No arena box for winning. Rude.

Chat can’t even remember how many fights we’ve won.

Stupid full inventory.

Temporary base on the hill.

Pretty chest!

All the gifted subs. Such a popular streamer.

That looks so cool! I missed what it did but it looks cool!

Ooo all sorts of cool things.

Look at chat go

SHULKER SHELLS!

Look at everyone giving Fundy things.

It’s neato that they use peoples skins. That you can see the people who donated.

Shulker crates! Nice! That’ll be good for transporting things.

We’re so fancy.

Ooo sorting. The most complicated thing.

Chats over here spoiling our streamer.

Wool?

ARENA TIME!

We got this!

Beat em up subs!

WE WON!

Looting 2 noice.

Mods bribing chat to stop barking with Scooby snacks. I love them so much.

Wolf my dear you have done nothing wrong.

Oh cloud9 has a fox skin!

Ooo create mod. We know about that.

A lovely little base.

Cake is being stolen all over the place.

Stab stab the dragon.

Hooray follow goal! Music time!

Oh... that was it. Alrighty we’ll take what we can get.

Time to win an arena subs. We want music.

Our boy is confused.

Fundy just read the chat. They are telling you.

I got to get this time! The subs will destroy everyone!

Happy Halloween?

Gasp! Mega gift!

Pretty skin!

We love the Fundy mods dearly. They are so chill and nice.

The water well has run dry.

The streamer has escaped. It’s just us, the mods, and the chair.

Oh a Schlatt plush! Neato!

Schlushy I agree with that name.

“Not the hat the other one.” LOL.

Chat go Glatt

Went to get water the. Forgot to drink it.

Subs can modify emotes left and right.

Viper good job! Good book!

Fundy doing his game at middle of the night o’clock.

Streamer... please sleep. Please eat meals.

We’re almost at the Arena!

Sleep 8 hours... just at the wrong time.

Chat fully admitting to thinking our streamer is dumb enough to fall in lava.

We have learned to balance our expectations Fundy.

Oh this is going to be a long stream. A really long stream. I’ll probably need to take a break and do some work.

Arena Time! Beat em up subs!

Good job subs!! You did it!

Let’s see what we get for the arena.

So many Wolf!

Diamond!!!

Putting the winners on their boxes. Nice.

I have so much work to do, but I just want to watch the funky Fox.

Villagers? We love villagers.

PIANO!

Oh we’re switching screens it’s serious piano.

So lovely. I love listening to music people do their things.

I love the fact the subs keep shouting FundyJam!

I swear improv music should not sound this lovely

Spooky sounding tune. Sounds like a boss fight in a haunted castle.

Awesome piano!

Poor boy so annoyed by his hair. Bless his heart.

For anyone who doesn’t touch Twitter. The Fundy Updates Twitter is fabulous and amazing. They are just always so upbeat over everything.

Trying to nether portal. You go fox friend.

Wow Just portal to the center do a lava lake. Under soul sand.

You go 5up! You get that bastion.

Rip 5up.

Poor Fundy doing his best.

How’s the VC crew doing?

MENDING GOLD PANTS!!!

The drip is back!

Also I voted no in the will he burn pole. I have faith in my streamers.

We’re calling Fundy emo now. And he’s trying to deny having an emo phase, and failing.

I don’t know what’s happening half the time in this chat.

Fire Fox!

We’re still calling Fundy emo. Chat spoils the streamer and chat bullies the streamer.

Oh are we trending emo Fundy? Nice. I’m conveniently scrolling on Twitter.

Look at us bully our streamer.

The two people in chat. Those saying emo Fundy. Those going “his hair is nice stfu”. The duality of chat.

Sounds of suffering coming from the nether.

Fundy has taken responsibility for enderpearls.

We cursed Fundy? I look away for 10 seconds.

Pixel has turned on Fundy.

Fight that ghast.

Fundy’s going to get all the endermen.

Piglin goes smack.

We’re wearing the drip. Nice.

Everyone gets rich so fast here.

Well. We’ll just leave the corpse there.

Sizzle.

The people who bet on him dying are so rich in channel points now.

*sad fox noises*

Surely not. Fundy we have lost all hope in you.

Pixel doing everything they can to do anti emo Fundy.

Aww. I missed the prediction. I bet he won’t die. I believe in him.

Fundy being scared by his own body. Cant wait to see that clip everywhere on YouTube.

Back to attacking the endermen.

Tubbo is such a villain. He’s so willing to kill HBomb.

Fundy just getting back to work.

I’m sorry corpses become skeletons. That’s horrid.

Off to get the dragon. The dragon the dragon.

Tubbo was smote.

HBomb and Fundy fully ready to be that person that steals the temple.

Hbomb shaped chest. That is great.

Everyone bullying HBomb.

Almost Arena time.

Betting yes on the arena. The subs are strong and they’ve got this.

My twitch app is being stupid. This might be my signal to take a break and do my school work.

8k boosters and the chat goes nuts.

Chat from where I am is just a bunch of booster packs. I think I need to close and reopen the app.

There we go. There is the lovely chat.

Arena time!

Aww. My bet disappeared when I moved the app.

No! He’s cheating! The subs are doing their best!

Good job subs!

I mean it’s a diamond sword. It’s not diamonds but it’ll do.

I heard a du du du du?

I’ve got to go. Time to be productive with my life and time.

Let me know if I miss anything especially stupid or funny.

Alright it’s been 2 and a half hours but I’m back.

Looks like I missed a lot, and the boy has been going 5 hours.

Still on Vault Hunters? How is he not tired of this yet good gracious.

We’re enchantin’

I don’t know what’s happening but I’m watching.

Who stole all the luck from the boy?

Good that he’s drinking plenty of water

Good that he’s taking a break for foods.

What is with the lightening sounds? I don’t like it.

Spare the soup pet.

Sadness. No 3rd cow.

Yes! One more arena!

Lure da cows.

No that’s the Fundy Cow!

Nooooo. That’s worse than killing it!

Did we win our other arenas? I only say the first 5 or so.

Lightening Cow. Lovely.

Noooo the cowwww!

For once Fundy isn’t the one thriving.

He tunneled the cow out. Wow.

Bye 5up! Good luck!

Hi Crumb. The cow was snatched.

Noooo. Quit stealing our cows!

What he jumps like Superman and steals our cows.

Cow bunker.

These cows will get snatched. I just know it.

No. No taking da cows.

Our cows must be protected.

Enchanting is not on our fox’s side

Oh so they did beat the enderdragon. Good for them.

All sorts of neato elytra.

I must go again. I am called to dinner.

Good job getting you diamond sir.

30 minutes later I am back and we are chatting with HBomb.

Sharp boomerang.

Saw a bit of cat maid peaking out there.

5up judging Fundy for just sitting and mining.

Oh the facecam is off. I’m just noticing.

I guess it probably goofed up and froze.

Everyone in chat talking about how much to make the magic packs. I like the people saying 6.9k just for the funnies.

I’m voting 6.9k in the pole just for the funny.

I know it won’t win but I’m doing my part.

Goblins? What the squeak did I miss?

What. We stab the goblins. And they give us emeralds?

This mans has been going for 6 hours and a while. I hope he doesn’t forget to look after himself. He was talking about eating an hour ago.

I love all the product minions. All the donators just chilling on their chests.

Why are all the minions black and white? I missed that one?

Oh they run out. They ran out of stuff and out of color.

Wealth in the chest, since we don’t have a mouth.

Angel or Fairy? Is that even a question? (Chat chose fairy)

Fairy Fox. I want to draw that but have negative amounts of art skills.

We’re killing time until we hit 7 hours.

We’re meeting up with 5up! Nice!

Oh HBomb left and thought Fundy hadn’t done anything in 20 minutes but jump around his castle. LOL.

We hit 7 hours and dipped.

7 hours and almost a thousand subs. Look at us go.

Hello Puffy Raiders! You’re a bit late but hello!

Oh no. He’s panicking and not ending.

Please someone who feels like being annoying remind the mans to eat.

Raffle? Oh donators! They go through a raffle thingy! Nice!

Hooray OSMP but also Fundy please sleep and such.

Not even raffling. Just opening and closing.

Nice spin noises.

WOLF! Wolf earned to win the raffle.

Wait wait wait? Fundy go get some food and go to bed!

Hey look there is our streamer!

This is the max post size lol. 5up raid let’s go! Hello 5up! We are here! But now I’m going to bed. Oh nevermind. I hear the fox. Ah that’s smart 5up. Anyway. I’m gone now.

[brandstifter-sys]

Molting

Word Count: 2479           (Ao3)

Rating: T+

Characters: Virgil, Remus, all other sides as of PoF mentioned

Pairing: Dukexiety (platonic but could be not platonic if you want)

Warnings: Body Horror, Spider!Virgil, knife, sex mention, grossness, Gore, swearing, physical strain, exhaustion

Virgil is a spider boy, and spiders need to molt. It’s not a pretty sight and it’s an ordeal Virgil hates. Lucky him, he has a best friend who is willing and able to help, even if it drives him nuts.

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"Hey Princey, where's Virge?—Whoa are you okay, you look like you need to sit down, kiddo!"

"Patton, Virgil won't be joining us for a few days, surely his eating habits and sudden baldness have been a sign of the time of year for him." Logan commented from his seat on the couch. Roman was curled up and shaking, pallid and horrified.

"You mean?" Patton squeaked and shuddered. 

"Yes. I will be joining Janus and Remus during the clean up. I suggest you try to avoid his room for the next few days. Molting is a delicate process." 

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Virgil felt like jello, trapped in a hard shell. He was on his back spread and nude, unable to move without the sickening feeling that came with it. His chelicerae and extra limbs were out and just as rigid, making his position more awkward. He couldn’t breathe and he desperately tried to force his gelatinous form to shift and expand where his head was. He was dizzy, just trying to crack the eggshell-thin casing like a chick about to hatch, only without anything solid to chip at the barrier.

Pop!

The casing around his head split in half, with a sickening crack, leaving him gasping for air. Oh that sweet, sweet oxygen was tainted by the taste of his own skin-flavored goo falling into his open mouth. His eyes were sealed shut, but not out of fear for what he would see, since they didn't do a great job at blocking the light. No they were closed until he was sure none of his shell got in his eyes, trapped in the gelatinous muck that would cause his eyelids to tear if he dared open them.

"I thought I might have to cut you out of there if you took much longer," someone, Janus he assumed based on the tone, hummed softly nearby, "Time to cut off the area around your shoulders. Do try and wiggle out of it once it's done. And yes, you have to get yourself out." 

Virgil tried to calm his breathing, waiting for one of the worst parts. He was too fragile and squishy to be nicked by a blade, let alone a full cut. But he trusted Janus more than the others, except maybe Remus, especially with his mouth wide open.

Virgil could feel the vibrations through the floor. The steady gait and heavier footfalls were different from what he expected, but he could chalk it up to Janus being tired, he and Remus did carry him here and set up when his outer layer went rigid and his bones melted into this disgusting jelly.

He heard the blade gliding over his shell just above his shoulders with such a slight amount of pressure. It was far too smooth to be Janus's work, and Remus wasn't there, so it had to be Janus, but something about the stiff meticulous nature was throwing him off. 

"Now you have to go up towards the ears on both sides and then to the crown. Once that's done you can carefully lift those pieces away." Janus said to the person cutting his head free. Virgil's heart pounded in his ears, at least his soft organs were still intact, as intact as the situation allowed. He struggled to keep his breathing even, unsure where the blade was. 

"Would it be more efficient to cut along the fault?" That was Logan. That was okay, he was not easily disturbed. His suggestion, however, was not okay.

"Do you want to risk slitting his throat?" Janus asked with an edge to his voice, "He is vulnerable and having that scalpel near his throat will make his anxiety worse."

"I understand. In that case—" Logan trailed off and continued his task. Janus hissed under his breath, in a way that only Virgil would understand, but he didn’t, which was concerning. For the smart side, Logan had his stupid moments and this Janus was regretting bringing him in so soon.

"And to be clear, I am not supposed to peel the exoskeleton." 

"Correct. And once you remove the upper half, will you have a suitable specimen?" this Janus responded curtly. He was done sharing this vulnerable moment with the nerd. 

"Yes," Logan said as the tips of his fingers brush Virgil's new skin, making him wince, "Remus has already called 'dib'—is that the correct phrase?" 

"Yes." 

"He has already called dib on the lower half."

Virgil winced as cool air hit his tender form. He could feel the slime stretching and pulling away from him with a soft, sickening snap, with the tendrils falling back into the near liquid of his body. Logan was quick to set that piece aside and remove the other with as much dexterity and grace as before. 

"Shall I tell Remus his presence is requested at this time?" Logan asked as he gathered his samples.

"No. I suggest you sink out to your room before he bursts in like the unhinged maniac he becomes when told to sit still and wait." this Janus droned. Logan nodded and sank out. And not a moment too soon. But it felt like the other presence changed rapidly.

"Virgil, I’m the only one here with you. I'm going to clear your nose before I wipe your eyes," Remus hummed, after dropping his disguise, and knelt down beside him on the old sheet he was laying on. The bulb syringe entering his nostril was a strange sensation when his nose was basically formless, as was the goo exiting his nose, but it was a relief. 

"Stay focused on breathing, Virgil, 3/4 time—that's it. One more time." 

The second his nose was cleared, Virgil closed his mouth. Remus giggled and conjured a clean rag. 

"Whatsamatter, Soft-skull? Don't like the taste of your own mucus? It's like a giant loogie!" Remus cackled and carefully wiped down his face. 

"I thought you said you weren't gonna pull that stunt," Virgil wheezed. 

"Nerd wanted samples more than I want my dick sucked. I had to pretend to be Jan to keep things calm in here—you think the nerd would listen to me? Besides, Janus isn't good at anything but the first cuts. He thinks it's nasty!" Remus laughed, "It is but that's not the real issue—it's the mess that you leave behind that's the problem!"

Virgil rolled his eyes and focused on wiggling out of his shell instead of the duke's rant. It was the same one every season. Whether it was Janus's scales or the molting, Remus would bitch about the mess.

"... and I know what you're thinking—what everyone thinks! 'Why are you so bent out of shape? You like grossness and garbage and mess!'" Remus rambled, "There's a difference between a messy aesthetic and a mess! Organized chaos, Harlot's Web, I know exactly where everything is and where it's supposed to be even if it looks like shit! It's mine to manipulate! Your body cast is not in the design plan!" 

"Talk cryptids, dammit!" Virgil hissed as he tried to squeeze his way out of his exoskeleton, weakly curling his toes, or attempting to, "I hate this shit too!" 

"Cryptids and cursed objects?" Remus cooed. 

"Fine!" Virgil grunted, feeling the goo on his skin shifting and stretching with the slightest movement, peeling him away from his old skin slowly. He was going to take hours to get out.

"Okay so I know you don't usually watch the videos of Dybbuk box openings and you should, gets the blood pumping, but you know those are fake, right? They're all a sham!" Remus started ranting. His rage was actually quite helpful as a motivator to move. 

"...and don't get me started on the bullshit wax! It's so hard to clean! You know I have a design aesthetic and wax is not a part of it! Especially when there's no restless spook involved! It's a lot of crap with no real payout! If I wanted to have a creepy old box covered in wax I could make one myself!" 

“Fill it with spider exoskeleton,” Virgil huffed and wheezed at the exertion, “It’ll make a good snack!”

“Just like you!” Remus giggled, “But seriously, those things don’t hold any angry ghosties, and they seem problematic in other ways too, which usually isn’t a problem for me, but no spooks? That’s crossing a line! I could create better cursed objects!” Remus paused as a wicked grin split his face. Oh no.

“Get me out of here and you can see something really cursed!” Virgil spat, venom shooting from his mouth, literally, and landing on the sheet under him. He broke into a fit of coughing, his form sloshing and molding in the shape of his exoskeleton. 

"Easy there, Swamp Thing!" Remus jeered, "If no one helps Bolt, Nimby, Cirrus, Cyoomy, Hansel, or Gretel when they molt, you don't get much more help either." 

"Swamp Thing? More like the Blob!" Virgil retorted bitterly. Remus clapped his hands and grinned.

"You are so right!" he cheered, "That's a better nickname when you're like this! Like an alien creeping out of a meteor all gelatinous and prone to leaving slime trails! Emo Jello! How you still have lungs is a mystery to me! You don't even have a digestive tract!" 

"Great reminder, jackass!" 

"It is! All your fluids and organs are blended up—except for your heart, blood, brain, and lungs!"

Virgil tried to ignore the glee in his voice and focused on moving. He didn't feel like telling him that his blood was traveling through his body through osmosis, always finding a way back to the heart and lungs, he would see it eventually. The rubbery slick kept him stuck to his exoskeleton, bending and stretching, but always pulling him back. 

"You look like a jaundiced Hellboy cosplayer in a deflated Paleman blow-up suit who's gonna eat a crap ton when he gets back to normal! And then there's the whole hair growth thing! Like throwing straw on a potato sack filled with rotten meat! Do you even have eyelashes now?"

"You. Tell. Me." Virgil grunted and grit his teeth, which were far too soft to actually bite anything or grind. Remus squatted next to him and leaned in close. 

"They're coming in!" Remus grinned and stood up. Virgil groaned and flexed his chelicerae. Some movement was better than none. He was trapped, like swimming in tar, and he had to fight to escape his full-body restraint. 

"Do you want some music? I can do a striptease!" Remus asked and wiggled his eyebrows. 

"Does this get you hot and bothered, sicko?" Virgil scoffed and tried to focus on curling his fingers with what energy and strength he had. Remus pouted and wiggled his mustache in thought. 

"No, not really. But just standing here is boring! Besides, it's just incentive for you to burst out of your shell!" 

"Not. Interested." 

"You and I both know you would do anything to stop me from getting naked for no reason!" Remus teased. He was right of course, but it was still irksome.

"Shut up," Virgil hissed, still not getting anywhere, "Put on some music and keep your fucking pants on!" 

"Fine!" Remus groaned and rolled his eyes. He snapped his fingers, filling the room with some sick emo jams. At least they made Virgil more at ease! 

Two Days Later…

"Remus, c'mon!" Virgil panted as he fruitlessly clawed at the soft carpet trying to remove himself from his exoskeleton, smearing goo all over. He was weak and exhausted from the endless strain. His body was still akin to a gummy bear with a dark cherry filling, but at least his bangs were back. 

"Nope! I already cut out your—" 

"Please! I'm not even stuck!" Virgil cried, "Pull me out of here!" He was so close to bursting into tears. Two days straight of wiggling just to get back to normal took its toll on him. Two days straight of moving two inches forward and one inch back with no food or water left him weak. There was no time for sleep and no time to rest. Remus didn't sleep the entire time either and it showed. 

"I could tear you in half, and then your guts'll spill all over the floor and there'd be a huge stain and you'd be pissed off while you bleed out!" he said with a bright grin that bordered on maniacal.

"It's just my legs! Please!" he begged, "I don't have the strength!" He was actually crying at that point. Remus ceded and carefully looped his arms under Virgil's. The goo stuck to his shirt as he carefully pulled the emo from his old skin and scooped him up into his arms. 

"Easy there, Raggedy Anx, you're free to crawl on the ceiling and scare those losers like some fleshy horror movie creature bent on devouring them, starting with the eyes," Remus said and stood up. He could have easily snapped Virgil's spine over his knee, watched him writhe in agony and scream until he couldn't manage it anymore. He could watch his fluids pool under his translucent skin and ooze out of the puncture wound from the snapped vertebrae. 

He did the smart thing and placed the fragile blob of emo on the bed and stepped back. Molting meant growing and that meant he needed space as everything took shape again. Remus could already see what changes happened under that shell as Virge gasped, forcing air in to help his expansion. 

"Stress workouts?" Remus asked and stretched his arms above his head. 

"Mostly." 

"You fixed your—" 

"Yeah and that was your fault!" 

"No no no, I didn't mess up the piercing—you let it get infected and tried to rip it off!" 

"I'll rip yours off if you don't shut up!"

"I can regrow it, without going all rigor mortis alien!" Remus laughed, "But I can't make it any bigger, so you have me beat!" 

"Go to bed," Virgil huffed, "You're losing it." He kept up his hyperventilating style of breathing and closed his eyes. Just a few more hours of this and he could finally get some rest. 

"But you're not sleeping!" Remus argued, "And I vowed to watch over you while you're weak and nasty!" 

"You sound like Roman," Virgil scoffed. 

"You take that back!" 

"'I vowed' c'mon that's a Princey line!" Virgil huffed, “You need to get out of this room. Come after you get some rest and food. You did your part.” Remus pouted and snapped his fingers. The exoskeleton and sheet on the floor vanished. That was the last thing he had to do before Janus could take over. 

“Fine, but I’ll be back and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Remus laughed and sank out. Virgil rolled his eyes, like he could ever stop Remus from doing anything! This time he didn’t want to.

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[thatonechicken]

Soooooooooo I did a thing

I’ve been wanting to post some of my writing on here for awhile, but it’s been kind of difficult because majority of my writing has been and always will be on my Wattpad account.

So, here I am, with a Christmas Sanders Sides one shot! Yes, I’m aware that Thanksgiving was two days ago. I just had the idea, so I ran with it.

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Word count: 2001

Ships: Romantic Royality, platonic/family Moxiety, and platonic/family Prinxiety 

This is an angsty one shot, with some fluff here and there, and a fluffy ending.

Human AU.

Warnings: Profanity, crying, unsympathetic Virgil (he’s better at the end, I promise), Virgil is Patton’s son. If I missed anything, I am so sorry, please let me know.

Finally, I’m posting this partially to celebrate the fact that I am now accepting one shot requests! Send me a request, and I’ll see what I can do!

Merry Christmas

"Merry Christmas, fairest of them all!" Roman greeted as soon as Patton opened the door, leaning in and kissing his boyfriend’s lips.

“Merry Christmas!” Patton giggled in return, gesturing for him to come inside. One of the things Roman particularly enjoyed about Florida was that it never got terrifyingly cold outside, like it did in some other places.

He sniffed the air, noticing how it smelled deliciously like tomato sauce. “What’s cooking? It smells awfully good in…” Roman’s voice trailed off when he noticed a purple and black blur hurrying out of sight. Seconds later, he could hear a door closing at the end of the hallway.

“Hey.” Patton wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “Why don’t you help me in the kitchen? The lasagna’s already in the oven, but I need someone to wash and peel the carrots for the salad.” 

“R-right.” Roman shook his head, focusing on the man holding him close. “Let’s go.” Despite how hard he tried to keep himself busy in the kitchen with the numerous tasks Patton gave him, his thoughts always roamed back to the teenager shut away in his room down the hall.

It was Patton’s son, Virgil Sanders. He was only fourteen years old, and already about the biggest pain in his ass that Roman had ever met. He had been dating Patton for roughly four years now, and Virgil insisted on fighting him every step of the way.

When they were first introduced, he welcomed Roman with a cold glare. Patton reassured him that “he’s always like this with new people,” and “he’ll come around, don’t worry,” but Roman wasn’t so sure. He was right, in fact, because Virgil only seemed to dislike him more from there.

The worst part? Roman never really understood why the kid hated him so much. He tried his hardest to get along with the emo, maybe just be friends, but the teen wouldn’t have any of it.

Now, standing in the kitchen and watching Patton half-mindedly, he couldn't help but fidget with the small box in his pocket. Gazing affectionately at the man before him, Roman repeated the name for what must’ve been the thousandth time. Patton Sanders-Princeton.

He loved the way the name sounded, almost as much as he loved thinking of Patton as his fiancé, or husband. The only person standing in his way was Virgil. Well, maybe he wasn’t in the way, exactly. Roman wanted more than almost anything to love him as his own, but he was finding it increasingly difficult as Virgil shied further and further away from him.

Roman also refused to propose to his boyfriend without his son’s consent. He knew what it was like to not have any control over what happens in your life. He’d experienced that when his father married a homophobic bitch named Karen.

“Ro? Babe?” Patton asked suddenly, and Roman’s train of thought quickly dove straight into the abyss. Okay, not straight. It dove gay into the abyss. His eyes fell onto his boyfriend, who was now standing directly in front of him. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, of course!” Roman replied, but his gaze shifted to the door at the end of the hallway. “I’ll… I’ll be right back.” Patton was concerned about his behavior, but tried to think nothing of it as he left the room.

Roman knocked gently on the white door, biting his lip. When he heard no response, he cracked it open slightly. “Virge…?” he asked when he noticed the purple and black heap facing the wall. 

“Virgil.” was the muffled response he got, “Only people I like are allowed to call me Virge.” Roman’s heart sank slightly at that, but he kept up his confident front anyway. He couldn’t afford to let it drop, not now.

He leaned against the door frame with a small sigh, once again fidgeting with the little box. “I, um… I love your dad very much.” Virgil scoffed, but otherwise remained silent. 

“I- I want to propose to him, Virgil.” Oh did Roman regret saying those words as soon as they slipped past his lips. If he could’ve taken them back, he would’ve.

“I’m sorry, what?” Virgil hissed defensively, sitting upright and facing Roman with a murderous look in his eyes, and a scowl on his face. “I want to marry him.” Roman murmured softly, nervously.

Virgil laughed dryly at that. “No! Fucking hell, Roman! I didn’t ask for the two of you to meet! I didn’t ask for you to get together! I didn’t ask for you to come over here every other day! I didn’t ask for you to be near me, and I didn’t ask you to try to get to know me! I didn’t ask for you to ‘love’ dad, and I most certainly didn’t ask for you to be my new father, because you never will be!” the angsty teenager got off his bed, shoving Roman out of the room before slamming the door in his face.

Roman’s heart in that moment was like a small pebble being tossed into the ocean. It was sinking down, and showed no signs of stopping. As soon as he was away from the door, thunder cracked, lightning flashed, and tears poured down his cheeks.

“Roman!” Patton cried, immediately rushing to his side. Virgil sat in front of his closed door, quietly listening to the conversation beyond.

“What happened?!” Pat asked, and at first, Roman wanted to answer, but his mouth was the texture of sandpaper, rough and dry.

“H-h-he said-” Roman shuttered in his boyfriend’s arms, now wishing that life had an undo button.

“Shhhhhhh,” Patton rocked him back and forth, “What’d he say?” “H-he said th-that I’ll n-n-never be h-his f-f-f-father!” Roman whimpered, burying his face in Patton’s neck. It shouldn’t hurt this much. Virgil isn’t even his kid, he’s Patton’s. He wasn’t supposed to grow this attached, and yet he did.

Hearing Roman say those words made Virgil falter slightly. He had said so much to Roman in the brief time that he had been in the room, and yet… he was most upset that Virgil had told him that he would never be Virgil’s father. Not that Virgil didn’t want him to marry his dad.

“Oh, Roman…” Patton whispered, kissing his forehead. “I don’t know why he’d… I’m so sorry!” he led Roman to the couch, sitting down with him in his lap. “I knew that you guys don’t get along, but I didn’t realize he would say something like that…” what Patton said only caused Roman to cry harder.  

“I don’t understand what I did!” Roman sobbed, “I-I just want to know, so I can apologize, and Virgil will like me!” Ever since Virgil decided that he didn't like Roman, he’d forced his heart to remain stone cold. Just… an emotionless rock that kept blood pumping through his veins. And yet, the tiniest crack was starting to wedge it’s way into the outer shell.

Patton sat there with Roman in his arms, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. For the first time ever, he wasn’t sure how to help the one who needed it most.

After what felt like forever, Roman’s broken sobs slowly began to fade into quiet sniffles. Patton hugged him tightly, and they were both too focused on each other to hear the door creak open. “We’ll figure this out, okay? I promise.” Patton continued whispering sweet nothings in his ear, hoping it would help. He only stopped when he felt another hand on his.

Virgil carefully and cautiously climbed on the couch with them,  wrapping his arms around Roman. If Patton hadn’t been watching him, he would’ve never noticed how glassy Virgil’s eyes were.

“I’m sorry.” was all he said, but it was enough to set Roman off and suddenly, he was crying all over again, hugging Virgil tightly. Roman felt as if the moment he let the kid go, he would immediately go back to hating him. 

“You can ask him.” Virgil whispered, and Roman hugged him tighter. Patton didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. His son and his boyfriend were making up, and that’s all he cared about.

“How about opening presents before dinner?” Virgil suggested, and Roman offered him a watery smile. “Sounds perfect.” Patton hurried off after that, grabbing the two packages he had wrapped earlier. None of them had ever really been into the whole gift giving tradition on Christmas, so they settled on getting each other one present only.

“Here!” Patton chirped excitedly, tossing both Roman and Virgil similarly shaped squishy packages. They tore through the snowflake paper at the same time, each grinning at its contents.

“Patton, this is amazing!” Roman lifted up the beautifully knit white sweater. It had red sleeves, along with a bright red sash covered in snowflakes that traveled diagonally across. What looked to be golden braids stretched straight across in neat rows.

“This is pretty chill, dad.” Virgil breathed, gazing at his. Unlike Roman’s, it had a big purple thunder cloud at the top, with gorgeous purple and black patterns covering the rest of it.

Patton’s eyes were shining as he tugged on his own sweater. “Really? I’d say mine is rather toasty.” Roman smiled lovingly at the pun, laughing as Virgil cringed.

“Me next!” Virgil decided, handing one gift to both of them. He glanced down guiltily. “I know it’s not a lot, and I only have one, but I-” Patton cut him off. “Whatever it is, you know I’m gonna love it!” Roman nodded enthusiastically as he began ripping through the plain red paper.

Patton gasped at the picture frame in his lap, glancing at Virgil with wide eyes. “You drew this?” Roman was just as awestruck, if not more so. This entire time, Virgil always at least seemed like he hated him, and yet… he’d drawn a beautiful portrait of himself and Patton. It looked so alive that Roman could hardly believe it was a drawing in the first place. 

“You’re turn, Ro!” Patton kissed his cheek, and Roman tried to force the uneasy feelings away. Nothing was going to go wrong. Virgil supported him now. It would be fine. Right?

“Uh- here.” Virgil accepted the present gratefully, quickly ripping it open. “What. The. Hell.” Virgil lifted a midnight black MCR sweatshirt out of the box, along with two tickets for their next concert.

“You… you…” Roman laughed at that. “When your father told me that you liked My Chemical Romance, I decided I wanted to do something special.”

“Thank you.” Virgil threw his arms around his neck. Roman forced a smile in return. There were so many butterflies in his stomach that he wasn’t sure whether to laugh, or cry.

“You got this.” he whispered in Roman’s ear, and he nodded. Roman took a deep breath before reaching out for his hopefully soon fiancé’s hands. “Patton,” he began, gazing into those chocolatey brown eyes that had enchanted him right from the moment they met. “We’ve been dating for four years now, and honestly? I’ve spent some of the happiest moments of my life with you. I’ve loved you way more than I thought any human was capable of loving, and I don’t want to ever stop. You and Virgil light up my world, and together you’ve made me the happiest man alive. 

“Most importantly, you’re the best boyfriend I could’ve asked for in a million years. So Patton,” Roman got off of the couch and leaned down on one knee, “Will you marry me?” 

“Yes, yes, yes, one million times, YES!” Patton cried, jumping into Roman’s arms. “I love you so much,” he murmured as Virgil joined the hug. “I love you too, Snowflake.” Roman carefully slid the diamond ring onto his finger, kissing him passionately.

“Merry Christmas.” Roman said to no one in particular as he leaned down to kiss his now fiancé’s lips again. To his surprise, Virgil was the one who replied. “Merry Christmas, Dad.”

[smileandasong]

15 30 45 and ily <3

15. personality description: “convinced mom to buy the explicit version of american idiot in 2004 because of a good grade on the fifth grade spelling test and proceeded to let that album and aesthetic shape my entire identity into: a loud, government-hating bi emo” 30. favorite tv shows: honestly, i don’t really watch much tv! at least not like serious tv. i like to put on the game show channel for background noise sometimes? one of my goals in life is to be a game show contestant (and i WILL have better answers than patrick stump! pet porcupine hygtfgtfrd) 45. how you found about your idol: i watched trl on mtv behind my mom’s back (she was at work still) and it was the day they were premiering a little music video that you may have heard of? welcome to the black parade? and then, i saw them, freshly hatched and coming out of their shell, ready to save the broken, the beaten, and the damned. and i’ve been a simp ever since <3 send me an ask, maybe? i’m needy and loud, hello :)

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Howl’s Moving Castle”

*gasps when the titular castle steps out of the fog*

Jesus this animation is gorgeous already and I’m like twenty seconds in

I haven’t read the book but is there a reason behind why the castle is walking everywhere?

The colors inside Sophie’s hat workshop are so lush

Also why does Sophie has the same eyebrows as me?

Hold on so we have magical creatures and a magical walking castle but we also have trolleys and turbine airplanes?  AND TANKS?!?

*gasps when Howl swoops in to get Sophie away from the soldiers*

Whoa wait their walking animation just went super slow for some reason

Golems?!?

That is totally Christian Bale as Howl.  I just thought he had black hair... or is it a disguise?

*Howl and Sophie “walk” over the busy crowd below*  Ah, Venice.

“Do you have any lady-shaped cookies?”  Pfftt!

The Witch of the Waste?

That one worker who popped his lead out of the crates looked like a much cleaner Shaggy

*is very confused when the tar ghouls get summoned back into a jar*

God, this soundtrack!

“Yet you’re by by the tackiest thing here.”  Excuse me?

Who is this lady?

...Oh my God, she’s the Witch of the Waste

*jaw drops when the Witch just floats through Sophie and turns her old*

You can even see the small twitching in her [Sophie’s] face before she starts talking!

So is Sophie going to go gradually younger throughout the movie or is the curse gonna get lifted?

I can definitely see why there is just so much praise for the background animation:  the floating fog, the tiny hatch marks for the grass, the small splotches on the rocks.  It’s beautiful to look at.

That’s a cute scarecrow!

*The scarecrow starts following Sophie up the hill*  Uhh...

...does it talk?

Ohh my God for a moment I thought the cane was gonna start talking.

*gasps again when the castle walks up to Sophie*

EEUGGH IT HAS A MOUTH

Why am I getting Rey vibes from Sophie?  Maybe it’s just me.

Please tell me that’s gonna be the Billy Crystal character...

“I just like to do that once in a while.”  Yep that’s him.

The fire spits sparks when Calcifer says certain words.  That’s such a nice touch.

*Sophie’s back pops when she wakes up*  Haha same

*gasps in shock when the little kid suddenly DONS A FULL BEARD OUT OF NOWHERE*

Howl’s code name is “Wizard Jenkins”?

Wait what the-

“The Great Wizard Pendragon,” wait what?

Where the hell are we?

Oh it’s a portal!

“Where does the black one lead?”  “Only Master Howl knows that.”  Is it hell?  Or does it lead to the Witch of the Waste?

Is it his... bedroom?

*Howl enters the kitchen*  OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!

EVEN THE FOOD LOOKS GOOD WHAT THE HECK

Calcifer is eating the egg shells!

Please tell me Howl knows who Sophie is.  Please tell me he knows.

*in sing song tone a la Bill Wurtz*  Hell yeah, sunny side up eggs!

*gasps when the note Sophie gives Howl bursts into flames*

Frick that smirk on Howl’s face [when he got rid of the the glyph on the table]!

*Howl enters the black labelled room*  Hell?

Markl’s so cute

*Sophie enters the horrendous bathroom*  Jesus Christ

*gasps*  Turnip Head!

I really wanna see the castle try to go across the river- noooooo....

I’m sorry... is he [Howl] a bird?

*jaw drops at the planes bombing the city below*

He [Howl] just puts his nasty ass bird feet up on the fireplace mantle

Why are these like the perfect roles for Christian Bale and Billy Crystal?  Seriously- they fit these sort of character archetypes like... perfectly.

*gasps when Howl finds YOUNG Sophie sleeping*

WAIT SO DOES THE SPELL ONLY AFFECT HER WHEN SHE’S AWAKE?!?

THE SMOKE ANIMATION THOUGH

*gasps*  THE TAR DUDE!

Look at that little sink area! 

*freaking loses it when Howl cries about being a redhead*

*gasps when Howl’s hair suddenly turns black*

“I [Howl] see no point in living if I’m not beautiful.”  Uhhhh....

UUUUHHHHHHHHHHH

Wait she grew a little younger!

*gasps when Howl almost extinguishes Calcifer*

*giggles when Sophie realizes Howl dropped his only towel behind them*

*still laughing*  He looks like an emo, anime Kylo Ren hahaha

Aaw, there’s a little stuffed animal on Howl’s bed

*loses it when Sophie rolls her eyes at Howl’s dating woes*

“I wonder what Howl disguised himself as.  Certainly not a crow...”  It’s the ring, isn’t it?

OH PLEASE TELL ME IT’S THE DOG.  IT’S THE DOG!

*gasps when the Witch comes up next to Sophie*

I wanna see the cast list for this movie when it’s done

AN:  Freaking Lauren Bacall as the Witch and Jean Simmons as Old Sophie!

*laughing*  Why is Dog!Howl so heavy?

Eeeuugghhh, the folds around [the Witch’s neck]... eeuugghhh

*incomprehensible from cuteness at the animation of Dog!Howl rolling back onto his feet*

Giant Edison lightbulbs...

What is going on?

WAIT THAT DOG ISN’T HOWL?!?

Wait, what demon stole Howl’s heart?  I want answers

*The Witch gets carted in*  Oh my God, what the hell-

*gasps when Sophie suddenly turns back young*

“[Sophie] You’re in love with Howl!”  OH MY GOD WHAT THE-

OF COURSE HOWL WAS THE PILOT FLYING ABOVE HER!

*eyes widen in utter shock when the room suddenly floods*

The music here [when Suliman makes Howl show his magic to Sophie] is giving me “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” vibes and honestly that is totally appropriate here for Howl

*Chanting begins*  AAAAAHHHH

*jaw utterly drops when Howl turns into a bird*

All the little page boys remind me of the clones from “Jojo Rabbit” and I have no idea why

Sophie just crashes the rocket into the castle and she’s all like “Oh yep I’m fine!  Ain’t no problem!”

He’s... translucent...

His [Howl’s] lair is literally a dragon trove of treasure.

*small gasp when we see Howl’s demonic face and teeth*

“[Sophie] If you drown me [Calcifer], then Howl will die too!”  How?

“Seems everyone in this family has problems.”  That’s... oddly affectionate.

*Howl drags a paint machine behind him to mark a landing circle*  Oh God, that’s giving me flashbacks to setting up the soccer fields

*jaw slowly drops when the castle re-formats with Howl’s magic*

They’re back in Sophie’s hometown!

She [Sophie] IS growing younger!

*very, very quietly*  Oh my God is Howl falling in love with Sophie?

*smiles when Sophie just stays to watch the garden*

“Come with me.”  “‘Kay.”  Oh my gosh...

“Sophie!  Sophie, you’re beautiful!”  *gasps*

Is that a train?

*Howl messes up the warship flying over them*  Uh oh

They have to be using like a combination of animation layers in order to make the airships so intricate

I love the relationship between Sophie and Markl

*gasps in shock when the town starts getting bombed*

*jaw drops and runs hands through hair as Howl stops a bomb from hitting Sophie*

*The Tar Men trying getting through the doorway all at once*  I really hate them

*The Witch puts out her cigar on Howl’s hand*  Eeeww...

I’M SORRY I MISSED THAT!  DID HE JUST ADMIT TO SOPHIE THAT HE LOVES HER?!?

*gasps when we finally see Howl in true monster bird form taking down a ship*

*gasps when the castle collapses when Calcifer gets taken out*

Wow I’m just gasping all over the place.  That’s what she said.

Wait wouldn’t that be too much wood?  You would smother Calcifer!

HE’S LIFTING THE HOUSE!!

Now it’s a itty bitty castle!

“You’ve got Howl’s heart!  I found it!”  *sudden realization*  No no no no...

*Sophie accidentally puts out Calcifer*  WAIT-

*The dog coughs*  I love him

WAIT SHE STILL HAS HOWL’S RING ON!

*actually rendered speechless*

*silently emotional at the fact that Sophie was led back to Howl’s garden*

This trumpet solo....

Run little doggy run!

“FIND ME IN THE FUTURE!”  :O

[Sophie finds Howl before her]  *under my breath*  Oh my God...

*gasps when Sophie kisses a silent Howl*

Turnip Head, I freaking love you.

CGI cliff!

Howl’s just laying there like a rag doll while everyone’s jostling around, probably about ready to fall to their deaths.

*Turnip Head turns back into a human*  I’M SORRY WHAT

SO HE’S THE MISSING PRINCE

“Howl found his true love.”  Yes he did.

Well that whole war plot ended quickly.

AND THEY [Howl and Sophie] CHANGED CLOTHES FINALLY

Even the animation for their casual kiss was just so fluid and sweet

Guys, this was a great movie.

[fruitbattery]

🖊 whoever you’re really Feeling tonight

i will talk about pointy and then reblog this on my oc blog, because more people should hear about Her. warning she is not a happy person or well adjusted. her parents were terribly emotionally abusive. this is a content warning for abuse, violence and injury (last 2 not related to first one).

for those who don’t follow @samsbastardzone, my oc blog, pointy is a bright pink tiefling. her full name is diappointment smith, because her human parents are blacksmiths and also suck. they made a deal with dispater for children, since her mom was infertile, and then acted shocked and disgusted when she was a tiefling. they named her counter to the tradition of virtue names. she grew up never physically abused, but neglected and with outright contempt directed at her every day, and a very hard outer shell formed. when she was 14 her mom got pregnant again  and  she prayed it would be human so she could finally leave and her parents would still  have a kid. the child was a teal tiefling they named misery. disappointment nicknamed the child ‘missy’ and herself ‘pointy’, and dedicated all her efforts to getting Out so she wouldn’t have to watch missy suffer.

anyway. she’s currently in a party trying to stop tiamat from ascending  and doing Good In The World. I recently had an emo revelation: she’s been very much a melee rogue ever since the first session, which I leaned into with swashbuckler as a subclass when we hit level 3, but I realized tonight that she doesn’t just rush into melee because lack of impulse control or because she’s good at it. she’ll do a sneak attack but it’ll make her sick taking away that last bit of control from someone right before they die, the dignity to see what’s coming even if you can’t do anything about it.

there’s a bratty teenager in the group that reminds her so much of herself and what she doesn’t want missy to grow up to be. so she has the protective  instinct which she hates because she believes she fucks up everything she touches. so naturally she (20 years old) picks fights with the teenager All The Time in ways that aren’t really acceptable. lex who plays the teenager is fine with it and i’m fine with her escalating and it can get funny and petty but also horrible. i’m trying to veer away from that though.

the thing is?? The Thing Is?? pointy is SO desperate for love. it’s gotta  bubble over somewhere. i feel like she’s definitely been told by her own mother that she had “a  face not even  a mother could love”. so there’s that. she might get there  with nyxi but it’s been like 4 days and eve (the teenager) is So possessive over her “mom”. idk. excited to see where it goes.

she’s just an extremely brightly colored woman with a warped view of pretty much everything.  she’s got a wings shaped scar on her back from falling  down  a 100 foot cliff to save eve and neither of them acknowledged it afterwards. she’s got a lot to get through and a lot of good inside her to find when she  does. i’m excited for her, man.

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Bad Always Becomes Worse in Gotham, and Worse Usually Turns into Dead

Author’s note: Yes. This is an official update. Yes, it did take forever. No, sadly, I am not dead. This chapter is part of an all-nighter writing binge. At this point, I have written this chapter three times and I hope I am satisfied this time. I am using the power of emo music and naps to keep sane right now because my personal life is #rough at the moment so this is going to be that edgy™ chapter where afterward September and some of my real-life friends are going to ask me about my mental health. (If you guys are reading this I’m fine just super sleep-deprived and sore because of work and insomnia and caffeine are taking their toll.) Lean back and enjoy the ride.

Warning! This chapter contains descriptions of violence, rape, mental health disorders, drug use, and death. Do not read if you are squeamish or under the age of 13. (If you are 12 and on Tumblr you have problems anyways.)

 Tonight was becoming a fickle thing. Jason was in desperate need of a plan. Bruce, four-time winner of Father of the Year, just took a victim to a mental asylum, like the warm and compassionate human being that he is. Nothing that had been done that night had really been her fault and it was nearing close to dawn. He was running out of time. If the sun rose and the Red Hood was still active he was toast. Then there was the lovely array of bullet wounds his ex-crush had given him. Jason didn’t know what to do. Becca had shot him and tried to kill him, he tried to kill her, saved her, tied her to a bedframe (ironically enough, the room she was tied up in used to be his when he lived at the manor), and then she broke free, shared a sob story, attacked his ex-employer, and then kissed him. That was a whole clusterfuck of mixed signals to be worked out with Roy, cigarettes, and about three bottles of scotch. Jason shook his head, he could focus on that later, he needed to call Kori so he could get his girl out of Arkham.

He hobbled out of the Batcave having left his hood, jacket, chest plates, one of his boots and his guns in the cave. He still had his own modified comlink on. That was something he never took off, and while he used the one installed in the HUD in his hood he kept one private one for his team on him at all times in case he felt the need to stray from Bruce’s morals and blow some fuck’s brains.

“Kori?” Jason quietly spoke into the com. The walls have ears in Wayne Manor. Those ears are named Timberly Jackass Drake and Damian “Demon Brat” Wayne. If they warn Bruce he’s sicking Kori and Artemis on him before he’s in a safe house then he’s fucked. Last time he deviated it took Red Hood out of commission for three months, he would be taking no such risks this time. He held his breath until he heard her respond.

“Hood, what is it? Are you okay?” Kori’s voice came through his earpiece clear as a bell. He let out his baited breath.

“Yes. I am at the manor. You need to come get me. I got hit a lot tonight.” Jason murmured, walking towards his old room like he is planning on resting.

“What happened? You Bats make dodging bullets look easy.” Kori teased but Jason heard the underlying concern. She was always so caring, even heartbroken. (Dick was a moron. End of story.)

“I was up against a sharpshooter. A familiar face. Remember when I told you about the girl that I lost?”

“Your beloved? But I thought she died.” He had told Kori that he loved her as much as she loved Dick. It wasn’t far off but he was pretty sure he loved his girl more. He smiled at that.

“It seems that she and I have that in common. Listen she’s in bad shape. We all know the kind of damage that the Joker can do. He made her a criminal and Bruce is taking her to Arkham. We need to intercept him and get her out of their hold and hide her so that maybe I can get her help. Crazy as she has been made to be she still listens to me.”

“Jason. Is this really the right call? She is unstable. She could be dangerous. Who knows how the Joker could have brainwashed her? You remember his mind tricks.” Kori’s voice is gentle like she understands the true bite of her words. Jason frowns because, yes, he does remember and she does have a valid point.

“I’m sure. Make sure we keep her in one of our more secure safehouses. Send Artemis and when you drop me off at the house, join her because she will need reinforcements no matter how much she protests.” Jason grunts as he lies down in the bed he had tied his friend to. He can’t get past that. Becca, his babydoll, was turned into the Jester. A shell.

“Okay, I will be there in a few minutes. I had to wrap something up.” She hangs up tersely.  Translation: I was beating the fuck out of the gang lord I have been chasing and had to end it early because of your needy ass. Fuck it. He could deal with spoiling her fun later. He needed Becca safe.

 04:07 GCPD Headquarters, Gotham City

 Batman dragged the fighting and kicking Jester, though gagged and hogtied, into the police station. They had a cell waiting. He had removed her shoes because the wedge heel had been most unpleasant when hitting him in the ribs. Now she was still kicking him but through the Kevlar and titanium plates, he could hardly feel a thing. He had to used cord from his grapple to tie her up because the cuffs had been jimmied, the zip ties bitten off (hence, where the gag came in), and the rope broken with her enhanced strength. The weaved titanium of his grapple line would withstand her strength and tied the way he tied it would not come undone but only get tighter as she struggled.

                 Jim Gordon stood in the lobby of the building staring at the girl with a hard stare. He walks over and removed her gag.

               “I want to know if there is any hope in saving you.” Of course, he did. Becca was friends with Barbra. Like Bruce, he had become a father to her. Jester looked up at him and bared each one of her teeth showing how her canine teeth have been slightly elongated and filed to sharp points, no wonder she had bitten through the zip ties.

               “Men like you are the reason that people like me exist, to show the world that there is no hope.” She grins, “How’s Babs doing lately? Still can’t walk after all that physical therapy?” After that Batman, no Bruce, punched her in the stomach and Jester has the nerve to laugh.

               Looking back on her father’s lessons, she laughs the way she was taught to laugh to inspire fear. Slowly and quietly chuckling, smirking and then picking up the volume gradually until the sound of her insanity bounced off the walls. Sneaking a look around she saw some of the officers look at her in horror. Gordon looked disheartened, Bruce was stoic.

               “Take her to the holding cell and keep her tied up on the floor. And take the cot out,” Gordon barks to his men who respond with a shaky “yes sir” and cautiously approach the Jester, who is still doing her father proud, laughing up a storm. “The transfer truck should be here in an hour, we’ll take it from here.” He said to the Bat, who grunted his response and was gone in the time it took the commissioner to blink.

               Shaking his head, Gordon watched as the drug a still laughing Jester to the area where her mugshot would be taken. He sighed, he never likes watching kids go through the process of being entered into the system.

                 04:47 a holding cell inside of Gotham City Police Headquarters

               Lying on the floor of the cell Jester wanted to kill someone. Her arms were stretched uncomfortably, and her feet were numb, and she was cold. She supposed that she should also be in pain. For once she was glad that she couldn’t feel those sensations anymore. How long were they going to keep her waiting? Did she have to break out of here and WALK to the Asylum? She began to try to twist her wrists only to stop when she felt blood running down her arms. Great, now she was bleeding more than before. Jason may be on the wrong side of the law for her right now, but he was a great shot she had to admit. Almost as good as her teacher. Speaking of which, she still had to thank Floyd for giving her the custom pistols that are now locked up in evidence. Fuck she had to get those back those meant something to her dammit!

               Rolling over, she looked through the tiny ass window that they give the jailbirds to taunt them with their freedom. Arching, her back she grabs the knife that she stole from her charming new boy-toy and prayed that it was the right knife. She began to test the blade against the wire and it cut. She almost screamed in joy but remembered that she was in a police station and it was only so long before one of the officers found out that she had escaped her bonds. Once she did, however, she wasted no time in breaking the lock with a combination of the knife and her doctored strength.

               Near instantly the alarms started going off and the hallway was flooded with officers. I guess now would be the time to garner that plan to get her guns back. She started in on her prey with deadly efficiency. Taking one arm and immediately dislocating his shoulder and grabbing his gun while using him as a human shield from the first volley of bullets. Taking measured shots, she used the six-shot magazine to take out the best shots. Once they were down and she knew that she had better odds of dodging bullets she picked up one of the guns that had skittered across the now blood-stained floor and set to work. She shot the ones on point first as they were getting a little close, dropped a leg on some guy who was trying to grab her, caught his gun as he fell and shot him in the head. A dark-haired female officer cussed in Spanish as she walked into the room grabbing her gun from her shoulder holster. Electric green eyes snapped to her and she was shot in the right shoulder in an instant, the gun falling out of her hand. Turning and shooting three more men who were coming from behind she takes the top off the gun and jams it into another officer’s throat picking up two pistols she shot down another cop who had walked in before he could cock his shotgun. Blood now covered some of the walls in an indiscriminate pattern.

               “IIIIIIIII S-SHOULD HAVE WARNED YOOOOOOOOU!” Jester screams before she begins to cackle like the hellcat she is. Rushing the last few men, she slides through the pooling blood in the hall toward the now open shotgun. Picking it up, crouching, and cocking in a swift move she fires blowing one man about a yard back and scattering his insides all over part of one of the walls and the floor. Loading and spin cocking the gun Terminator-style, she proceeds to dispatch a few more policemen before she strolls out of the hall with five guns strapped to her and 6 more shotgun cartridges. More cops stand in front of her as she starts a bloodbath.

 Meanwhile

05:04 Gotham City Police Headquarters

 Jason Todd didn’t know what to think, but the Red Hood was already unholstering his pistols by the time he got inside the building. Once he got inside though, even the Red Hood froze. His babydoll was straight-up murdering the police. They stood no chance. Granted, he himself is capable of doing what she is doing right now but he had never had the cause. He never simply decided that he was going to murder an entire police station, but here she was doing exactly that. Gordon was returning fire with his revolver from behind an upturned desk, several other officers were taking a page from his book and using desks as shields too. The Jester was also behind a desk, more visible from his angle and using some complicated gun tricks and a mirror to further up her kill count.

               “By the Gods,” gasped Artemis from behind him to his left. She was right. This was almost Ares-level carnage. He almost turned around to alter the plan he set up somewhat when Jester made a move.

               Rushing to the right and into a smaller hallway off the room she shoots two more officers in the head and breaks into the room at the end of the small hallway. The police share a collective curse, still not having noticed the Outlaws in their headquarters. That room was evidence and weapons lock up. Guns from every recent arrest in the city were stored there. Now she had an arsenal.

               Arsenal, Jason’s best friend not thing that Jester was currently drooling over behind the doors of evidence lock-up, spoke up in Jason’s com right then: “Hey buddy? Need some help?” he offers coolly. Jason knows for a fact that this is now being televised and that his time was now super limited.

               “I am so glad to hear from you right now. Yes, I need you to find me the closest and most secure safehouse you can.” Jason was not about to tell his friend to come here. Not when he was still recovering from Slade kicking his bowed behind to Bludhaven and back. Roy lets out a curse, most likely due to not being invited to the fun.

               “Fuck you always know how to dampen my hopes, man. Alright. I’ll give you a location in 15 minutes.”

               “You have five, Hood out.”

 BOOM!

“Oh fuck! What’s happening now?!” one of the officers shouts. That came from evidence. Everybody’s head turns to see grenades coming out of lock-up. Shit. Artemis tackled him behind the desk closest to the Commissioner’s office. Starfire had dived the opposite direction with two other officers behind one of the vending machines that had been flipped sideways. The detonation killed one more officer leaving only the Outlaws, two detectives, Gordon alive. Jester took this opportunity, her pistols, and a machine gun and broke for the exit, spreading the ammo from the gun so that no one could shoot back at her. Once on the street, she booked it.

Jason cursed. Out of his grasp again.

 Batman was going to be pissed.

  19:00 Dock 19 Gotham City Harbor

Jester crawled out of the shadows to a familiar warehouse. One of the many lairs her father had and where she was to report if she ever got caught. Not even Batsy knew about this one. She walked inside with her head held low out of exhaustion. She had been careful not to be seen all day. But now that darkness had fallen she longed for a joint and her bed. Walking in past the lookouts who were very surprised to be seeing her so soon after she got caught by the Bats, she stumbled upon Ivy and Harley having date night on the couch. Gross. Choking down bile, she drags herself into her area she flops down onto a pile of beanbags and begins to grind.

Her head was spinning with adrenaline and stress and her hands shook when she opened her grinder. Taking out her jar of weed that Ivy, one of the secret villain stoners, had grown specifically for her. It was basically really strong Sherbet Indica times about twenty. She is just about done grinding when she finally gets noticed.

“Ah, look what the cat dragged in.” Harley teased while she was in Ivy’s arms. Ivy looked down on her with disapproval, Harley ignored her as always. She really needed to start learning that being a brat would only get you into trouble with the doms she hung out with. Rolling her eyes Jester decided to ignore her. But that never worked with Harley Quinn the bitch would only try harder. “I’m surprised your new boy-toy doesn’t have you tied up.”

“Oh, he did Harl and guess what? I can defiantly say that it was better than any action you’ve gotten from a guy lately.” Nodding her respect for Pam. That bitch’s tongue could solve world peace if used applicably and almost every female villain knew it. Jester included after one night of a lot of rough flirting. It took a lot of gin, but the look on Harley’s face was worth it.

“Like you would know? You’ve only had sex like what three times? And two of them were MY sloppy seconds!” she squeaked indignantly. Jester had to admit that stung. Joker had raped her twice shortly after her arrival in his custody. While the act had only lasted less than half an hour each time, the pain and the mental scarring had been debilitating for weeks. It was something for which not even Jester could forgive him.

“At least I’ve never had chlamydia!” Jester flung back at her, rolling her joint deceptively calm.

“You little skank! I’ve never had chlamydia!” Harley yelled just a little too loudly for it to be true. Pamela looked at her in a very motherly way. Tired of our shit.

“Yeah that’s why you had to put on that fugly looking brunette wig, so you could go to the free clinic last month. Remember me laughing at you after I drove you there?” Jester said smirking evilly from her rolling tray.

“I-I, you little-“ Harley was cut off by the booming rage of the Joker.

“JESTER COME HERE NOW!” and with that, Harley was sent into fits of glee, laughing so hard she fell off the couch.

“Y-you a-are in so much trouble.” She panted between giggling fits.

Jester rolled her eyes, took her joint, lit it, dragged, and puffed the smoke at Harley and ashed it on her while she was rolling on the floor with tears in her eyes laughing. She yelped when the hot ash burned her stomach. Jester snarled at her as she walked past Harley and Ivy and up the stairs that led to the upstairs part of the warehouse where her father was waiting.

“What happened!?” he yelled, spittle going everywhere.

“First, say it don’t spray it,” that earned her a hard slap, “Second, I ran into some unforeseen circumstances.” She shrugged and dragged her joint. That was all there was to say on the matter. She was not about to tell “I have killed people for looking at my daughter wrong” that she had reconnected with her old crush. Like hell.

“Oh, really? And what exactly were those unforeseen circumstances?” He was pissed now. It was all in the narrowing of his eyes, the intensity of their chemical glow, the twist of his smile. He rested his head on his hands with his eyes half-lidded. That was usually when people started to decorate the walls.

“A rather rambunctious and familiar pain in my ass by the name of Red Hood.” That was a double touch on her part cleverly disguised as a dig on the bat family.

“I see. Make sure our little failed boy blunder doesn’t ruin any other parties we have in the future due to your incompetence. Understand?” he’s sneering at this point.

“Understood.”

 “Just wait until you hear my plan for our next party, Daddy! I promise you will have the time of your life!”

 “I had better.”

 The smoke carried on into the shadows and dissipated.

@schweeeppess @dcuniverse-fanatic @dc-hoe @ravennightingaleandavatempus

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ROTTMNT OCs

Okay first off, a bit of a preface: They’re a bit based off these guys from the 2003 tmnt

fyi tho, rottmnt is my first tmnt media, I actually never got into tmnt before then because it never really interested me (I only watched media with lots of girls when I was younger,) And while I do plan to watch the 2003 n 2012 ones eventually, I don’t know much about the other turtle universes ^^; sorry!

Next thing, I imagine them being sometime after the whole Shredder arc, and being like the turtles next main foe. They’re created by Baron Draxum of course, and they’re around the same age as the rest of the turtles. Major difference is that they’re essentially “””raised””” by Draxum-- not actually, as he doesn’t regard them as his children, and doesn’t give them names, they’re called by their numbers; he’s a bad parent. He treats them like soldiers, and since they only know that sort of lifestyle, they just go with it.

They all each mirror their respective turtle, in both personality and body type/character design shape.

Second preface: they are all girls.

‘Why?’ you may ask. Simple, I love girls, and you can’t go wrong with more girls in your show! Also, goes with them being raised soldiers and having higher and stricter standards held by Baron Draxum as a sort of metaphor for how girls are raised to higher standards at a young age and don’t get to act like teens as much. (Though one of the major plot points with them is them learning to act like teenagers and have fun, through both the turtle crew and April)

Now to finally introduce them.

#1 Mirrors: Leo

I’m imaging her more-so mirroring (from my little knowledge of) past iterations of Leo. Where she’s the oldest of her sisters, has a lot of responsibilities to uphold, and is the leader of her sisters. She’s the only one of her sisters who actually looks like a turtles (I’m still deciding if the others look somewhat similar to a turtle-- like with having shells-- or are completely different animals). I’m still deciding though if I want her to be a red-eared slider like Leon, or a different turtle breed from all the main boys entirely.

She’s considered Draxum’s favorite due to her being the envisioned soldier he wanted. She follows orders clearly and concisely, is one of the strongest of her sisters. Although Draxum expects her to be cutthroat, when she actually doesn’t like the idea of being murderous. She attacks hard and strong, but she doesn’t wanna kill anyone! She’s incredibly protective of her younger sisters, and would do anything to make sure they’re safe (even if they may not do the same for her)!

Also since she’s Draxum’s favorite, he let’s her use his like seed things he uses to to make those purple vines. She uses those similar to him, but mostly to make twin swords (another relation to Leo!), and she can combine them hilt-to-hilt to make one bigger sword that she can spin around n stuff. She can also use them to make other weapons or used for other purposes if she wants to, but she prefers the swords.

Doesn’t immediately bond with Leo at first, because she’s emo and angsty. But when she grows a bit, she joins in on memeing with him. She also likes puns, and makes them a lot too! (Even in the beginning)

#2 Mirrors: Donnie

Like science nerd baby Donatello, she’s the brains of her group. Major difference is while Donnie has his *Leo voice* Emotionless Passion™, #2 is passionately emotionless! She’s like feral and just always hyped about things, but has zero morals in an evil way. I know a lot of people like to poke at the idea of Donnie going to ~the dark side~ but I never think he would, he’s still a good boy at heart. #2 however has been raised to be evil, so...

She’s part chameleon, so she has cloaking abilities, and makes tech to work with it. She probably has similar tech to Donnie, but instead her main weapon would be like a naginata (that can change and stuff like the tech-bo).

She’s Draxum’s next favorite, because she makes him new weapons.

She likes to hang out with Donnie a lot, and actually does even when their both enemies, and the exchange ideas and designs for new tech. For the ~~~science~~~ Thing is she’ll sometimes suggest something that’s even a bit too much for him.

#3 Mirrors: Mikey

She’s similar to Mikey where she’s really cute and (appears to be) the smallest of the four. However, since she’s actually a middle child, and not the youngest, so she’s a bit more feral compared to Mikey, as well as more deadly! She’s quite free-spirited, and is able to be since Draxum cares more about the older two.

She’s part poisonous frog! Thinking something like either the harlequin poison frog or the golden poison dart frog black legged dart frog! She crouches a lot, so she looks like shes the shortest, but when she actually stands up tall, she’s the tallest and is really lanky. She’s still got a mostly circle character shape to her though.

Her main weapon is her skin being deadly to touch, so she fights mostly with her fists. She may get an actual weapon, but I’m still thinking it through (I’m thinking something with a long chain to mirror Mikey's weapon, pfft). She can jump really high and far like a frog, as well as, crawl on walls and maybe ceilings idk how frogs work very well. She’s quite deadly and fast when she wants to be.

Both her and Mikey like art! They have funsies, and Donnie n #2 both eventually make some sort of tech where her skin isn't as super poisonous anymore, and her n Mikey can play more.

#4 Mirrors: Raph

She’s baby! She’s super big and hulking like Raph, but she’s the youngest of them, so instead of being the type to lunge in headfirst and think later like Raph, she’s a bit more level-headed because she has lower expectations with Draxum focusing on mostly #1 and #2. She’s similar to Raph in being a big softie, and incredibly lovable of course!

I’m not still finalized on her species yet, but She’s part komodo dragon! Quite big and deadly if she wants to be (but she never really does, she mostly would only be so when following orders). She has a large tail that she can use to sweep at enemies.

And similar again to Raph, her main weapon are her brawns. Thinking something similar to brass knuckles or blades coming from her hands (I don’t know a lot about ninja/shinobi weapons, but I do know they have stuff like that).

Her big sisters are very much protective of her. Mostly emotionally, not physically, because they know she can defend herself.

Her and Raph both like plushies, talking about their siblings, and training with each other to hone their own abilities/strengths!

Major character development with them, is spending time with April and learning teenager things (probably eventually getting phones through her help), she also gives them names (I personally headcanon April gave the turtle boys their names, considering Splinter tends to call them by their colors), and while #1 is the first to initially protest it--  with the others being on board with it-- she eventually gives into it, and it helps all four of them become more of their own selves. I haven’t decided what names yet, because I don’t know a lot of Renaissance artists, sorry ^^; this is also why I refer to them by their numbers in the entire post too...

Another scenario is they kidnap Leon and Donnie, #1 and #2 go disguised as them (because #1 looks most similar to Leon, and #2 has a similar body type to Donnie, and just has to add a few things and use her cloaking to look like him), and they use this to infiltrate the turtle lair. There, #2 tries to survey everything, and studies a lot of Donnie's things. #1 has a heart to heart with Mikey over her self-esteem/high expectations issues. (She also becomes protective, like over her sisters, over Mikey because of this).

Another scenario that can really be a part of anything, is a situation where they have the turtles down, and Draxum wants #1 to finish them off. While the others are whatever about it--possibly #2 n #3 excited about it (mostly because they don’t have as much of a good sense of morality yet, except for maybe #4)-- #1 is very hesitant about it, and eventually tries to sneakily let them go. Leo's the first of the turtles to catch on that she let them go and that the Draxum soldiers are likely not pure evil or unredeemable; which eventually leads to wanting to help them escape Draxum.

They also eventually do become friends/siblings with the turtles, and either Draxum becomes a good dad or they ditch him. Though this is more-so an end-of-arc situation where then they’d might eventually leave NY and go somewhere else to fight evil yokai, and like sometimes visit the turtles and April for funsies.

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I know you said they don't have a concrete story yet, but would you be ok with telling us more about Zan and Ghost? They seem really interesting

Anon you don't know what you unleashed its like past 1am here but I could talk about them forever.

This is gonna be under the cut because nobody has to be subjected to this.

General quick point: Both of these started off as bnha oc's but then reached that point where I was like 'yeah, I want them in their own story' so rn their powers are just powers with no wider context since I aint got that story

I'm gonna start with Zan cuz he's older by creation and my fav oc atm. For him we have TW's of child abuse and neglect, familial death, trauma, drug abuse, depression and anxiety, though I'll be running through this points as quickly and non graphically as I can cuz...I'm not gonna make you read my thesis so it should be fine.

His full legal name is Kazuya Moriyama but he goes by Zan Mori, he's 24. Zan was created to be two things 1. Character design with a fully body tattoo 2. Someone to use a power I came up with but didn't match with a character yet.

Here's that power, yes I have a copy paste off it:

Nightmare fuel is a power that terrorizes everyone, including its user. Zan’s sweat contains a special kind of chemical that when smelled causes mild to severe hallucinations, paranoia and other fear responses by interacting with victims brain chemistry. However, this chemical is only contained in sweat that he produces as a result of fear so, for example if he goes running in the gym, nothing bad will happen. The strength of the power depends on how much Zan himself is afraid and how much sweat he is producing. A weak dose will only result in sense of unease, a feeling of being watched, escalating through general paranoia, with its worst manifestation being complete loss of touch with reality and intense hallucinations. It's odorless and since it’s a chemical can be stored for later use. The last stages of it are very hard to reach because they require for Zan to be at similar levels of severe distress. It affects him as well, often resulting in endless loop of him being afraid, activating his power because of his fear, the power causing more intense fear and so on.

So here is where we start to build.

Zan's backstory hinges on him developing this power very early on in his life, as a result of mutation that his parents were not ready for. Kids get scared of things, a lot, especially when their own power feeds back into that fear. His family quickly spiraled from it, going from trying to figure out how to help him to neglecting him to dying very bloodily in front of him as a result of the constant psychological distress. After that he was cycled through different foster and youth homes with pretty similar result before striking it on his own basically as soon as he could.

Zan's main motivation is to find a way to get rid of his power. He hates it, hates what it represents and how it essentially stripped away his ability to connect with anyone. He doesn't control it, he doesn't activate it, it simply happens to him whenever he gets distressed and as someone with deep seated anxiety caused by that very same power, he gets distressed a lot.

He self-medicates. He self medicates a lot. I don't really have the world planned out but it's very much a world where powers are a new thing and the society just doesn't have systems in place to catch people like Zan. So he basically keeps himself high as much as he can, to numb himself out so he doesn't feel anything so he doesn't get scared so his power doesn't get activated.

When I created Zan, I expected him to be a very jaded, angry, abrasive character and in some ways he is. He's very slow to trust and tends to keep away from people. His first instinct is to mock and insult, he dresses like an emo reject, he's absolutely covered in tattoos, he's a dark humored pessimist and just not the kind of person you want to be around for long. He's also probably one of the most empathic characters I have on the roster atm. He's like, a natural big brother. Any kids younger then him, fuck older than him but awkward and unsure, he's instantly adopting. Fuck everything else, his kids now, he'll make them lunch and make sure they get to school. Zan is more so abrasive out of need than out of actual malice or bad attitude. He does want to be close to people he just knows how that always ends so keeping away is a lot safer. He is genuinely very loving and soft when he lets himself be. He's not great about advice but he's a good listener and the type to throw everything on the backburner to come and help a friend out. He is inherently kind, he just doesn't allow himself to be so very often, unless someone damn well takes a chisel and digs it out of him.

Fun fact time:

He's got a knack for painting and idolizes Van Gogh

He's got a cat named Shikei who he picked up after it got run over by a car, it likes only him and wants to see the rest of humanity burn

Here are his established tattoos, yes I have a copy paste for that too:

Full body tattoo in shape of a jungle of thorns crawling over his entire body, save most of his face. The whole piece is done in eerie, cold colors, with a sudden splash of warmer color here and there, the thorns themselves being colored in misty and muted blues and greens. Over his heart, there is a tattoo of a birds nest, but the nest is breaking apart, suffocated by the thorns clustering around it and breaking into it, its branches drenched in blood, the baby birds in it barely even noticeable. Along the length of his spine and over the width of his hips an ornate cross of st. peter is painted, also crumbling, red spider lilies breaking through the frail rock. His shoulder blades are covered in sunflowers, strikingly bright on the cold surface of the thorns and painted in Van Gogh style. There is a chain of daisies lines across his neck and down to his chest, covering an old scar and a tiny ring of roses over his ring finger. On the nape of his neck, two butterflies are pinned by the thorns, appearing to still be alive and in agony as their bodies are pierced. A silver snake slithers through the thorns on his right arm, though its shade helps it blend in with the color of thorns, it’s body a tiny bit coiled, considering should it strike or not. On the back of his left hand there is a tiny leaf bug, trying to hide amidst the bare thorns and on the outer shell of his ear, mostly hidden from view by his head, is a ladybug, wings spread like it is about to fly away. A swarm of blue butterflies paint the silhouette of his lungs across his skin and two koi fishes circle each other endlessly on his hip. In thorns climbing up and down his neck, there are tiny fireflies, just barely bright enough to be seen. Two thin thorn branches separate themselves from the cluster on his neck and climb across his temples, their thorns appearing to be piercing through his skin and letting blood flow.

The tattoo is still in progress.

This was the brief summary.

Ghost! Ghost is a lot newer than Zan, I only made them at the start of this year so they are a lot less detailed but they hit the ground running. Their tw are mostly prostitution and existentialist feelings but I'm not getting into anything in detail.

Their full name is Ghostown Verb and yes they did name themselves that. They are 27 and their power is Forget me not, as I said previously, as soon as they are out of someone's line of sight, to that person it's like they never existed. The memories of meeting them return as soon as they are back in the field of vision but uhh you can see how it would be super easy to lose a child like that.

Ghost grew up on the street in a kind of do whatever you can when you can how you can attitude. Turns out it's really hard to get help from anyone when they can't remember you as soon as they stop looking at you, which includes but is not limited to social workers, well meaning passerby, police, foster homes and landlords. The name and face for the paperwork doesn't exist and people just find themselves grasping at nothing, feeling like they are forgetting something but not knowing what it is. It works in some ways, shoplifting is a lot easier when you're sure that you can just turn a corner and be safe, but it's mostly just a hassle. Ghost is homeless most of the time and when they were old enough for it their career of choice became prostitution simply because it's pretty much the only job where the customer doesn't need to remember you after they're no longer looking at you and it's not like Ghost has to answer to any boss who would have to either.

They had not had a kind life but they are the let and let live type. They don't stress a lot about things and generally take everything in a fly. They are very extroverted, very loud, very friendly. They form friendships fast because they know they'll lose them fast and same goes with love affairs. They live in the moment because for everyone else the moment is the only place where they exist. Loud fashion, loud words, loud actions, provocative and noticeable, they just want to be seen by people, remembered by people, they want the attention on them even though they know it's useless. Much like Zan they also have no control of their power so all they can do is live with it. At least it doesn't bring anyone any direct harm, they are grateful for that much.

But it does leave them displaced, unanchored. They don't have any support system, no family, no long term friends. The system can't even remember them for long enough to decide it isn't equipped to deal with them. They flitter through peoples lives, there one moment and gone the next. The biggest impact they can hope to have is the nagging feeling of having forgotten something.

It's not like they are exactly sad about it, their main mentality is just not to worry about things they can't change. These are the cards they've been dealt with and play those cards they shall. At the very least they are having fun with their life, doing whatever they want with no one remembering them long enough to stop them.

But it's a lonely existence with no viable human connection. That much does get to them.

Fun facts!

They have a tattoo of a forget-me-not on their shoulder, I haven't decided do they have it before the plot whatever it is starts, or do they get it cuz Zan's influence.

They like to make their own clothes when they can, though having a stable enough place to be for a long enough time is rare.

Their biggest fear is that when they die nobody will remember to look for their body :)

That was a brief rundown of these two! If you made it to the end damn congrats I love you

[langernameohnebedeutung]

I was tagged by @twissyy

Rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

(feel free to answer, any of you, I’m curious)

What Was Your Last…

1. Drink: Green Tea 2. Phone Call: My Grandma (re: yes I can walk the dog) 3. Text Message: My Mom (Re: yes Grandma told me you can’t walk the dog) 4. Song You Listened To: I’m listening to this Electro Swing compiliation at the moment but I’m not sure  what each song is called 5. Time You Cried: I don’t remember? I don’t cry much, even when I’m really sad.

Have You Ever…

6. Dated Someone Twice: No but almost 7. Kissed Someone And Regretted It: Yes 8. Been Cheated On: No 9. Lost Someone Special: Yes 10. Been Depressed: I suspect that I was depressed for some time during my time in high school, but I’ve never seen a therapist so I wouldn’t know. 11. Gotten Drunk And Thrown Up: Usually I only throw up the morning after.

Fave Colours

12. Magenta 13. Black (in the: I think it’s stylish way. Not in the edgy goth/emo way. Although Sometimes that too) 14. Red

In The Last Year Have You…

15. Made New Friends: Yes 16. Fallen Out Of Love: No 17. Laughed Until You Cried: Probably (I notice I’m not good at keeping track of my crying in any shape or form) 18. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: Yes. Not in a bad way, just matter-of-factly from what I heard. I was just surprised because I didn’t think I was that interesting. 19. Met Someone Who Changed You: No                                             20. Found Out Who Your Friends Are: In a way 21. Kissed Someone On Your Facebook Friends List: No

General

22. How Many Of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know IRL: Considering I still got most of my high-school acquiantances, I’d say over a hundred but I haven’t been in contact with most of them in years and usually I delete them when they post something dumb and/or annoying 23. Do You Have Any Pets: Yes 24. Do You Want To Change Your Name: I want to add an ´ on one on the letters because my name is pronounced the French way but spelt without the accent it needs so I only ever hear it pronounced the German way and I don’t like it. I’ve started adding it everywhere and they already starting to change it in official lists so I hope I can sneak it into my papers by the time my passport expires. I know it sounds petty. It is. (But it’s also fucking grating)  25. What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: I went to a restaurant with my grandparents and my Mum and after that I hang out with friends. 26. What Time Did You Wake Up Today: Sometime around noon. 27. What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night: According to my food diary, cooking gyros with rice 28. What Is Something You Can’t Wait For: Summer 30. What Are You Listening To Right Now: Probably the next, maybe the same song of the Electro Swing compiliation that probably also got a name. 31. Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom: Yes 32. Something That’s Getting On Your Nerves: Loud chewing, people repeating instructions that I’ve already heard and understood and maybe also executed. 33. Most Visited Website: Tumblr, probably. I don’t think google docs can be considered a “website”. Also likely that of my university lately, because we had to sign up for our courses. 34. Hair Colour: Blond 35. Long Or Short Hair: Down to my shoulder-blades at the moment I’d say? 36. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: No 37. What Do You Like About Yourself: The room for improvement. Also I’m tall. 38. Want Any Piercings: I want to get some in the shell of my ear.  39. Blood Type: Red 40. Nicknames: Various short versions of my name I guess. 41. Relationship Status: Single 42. Sign: Leo 43. Pronouns: She/Her 44. Fave TV Show: So many different ones? There are all time favourites like Doctor Who or Star Trek that always make me happy. The ones that consumes most of my headspace right now I guess is Lucifer 45. Tattoos: I’ve got Plans 46. Right Or Left Handed: Born Left-handed but raised to be right-handed. One of my goals is to train my left hand again. I want to write like Leonardo Da Vinci. 47: Ever Had Surgery: Yes, but it was very one-sided. 48. Piercings: Just my earlobes - I did those three times by now though, because it heals every time. 49. Sport: Sometimes I go jogging or work out or go swimming or cycling, but nothing real or competetive or gasp - in a team. 50. Vacation: Yes please. 51. Trainers: Heels.

More General

52. Eating: I’ve been melting an M&M in my mouth since I started doing this thing. Which isn’t that long because I’m not answering chronologically. My tongue is likely blue right now. 53. Drinking: Nothing but there’s an empty tea mug in front of me and it’s going to be filled again later. 54. I’m About To Watch: Well, the new episode of Gotham will be out today so that’s on the menu for sure. 55. Waiting For: The next episode of Gotham. Also for an M&M to melt. 56. Want: A space-ship, please. Also space-ship flying lessons. 57. Get Married: Not sure. But if I do, I’m going to wear red and it wil be in a castle. 58. Career: Teacher, likely, writer in my dreams

Which Is Better

59. Hugs Or Kisses: Depends on the kisser. And the hugger. But really, since there’s more people you can hug at any given time but usually only one you can kiss, the hug-economy is far more accessible to the touch-starved poletariat. Down with the kissing-bourgeoisie. The only right and true answer though is someone nuzzling my neck. 60. Lips Or Eyes: Eyes are definitely more useful. 61. Shorter Or Taller: For myself? Taller. Other people should be shorter - to make me look taller. 62. Older Or Younger: Like most people, I get older. 63. Nice Arms Or Stomach: My arms are useful for reaching things and lifting things and driving cars and petting dogs. My stomach mostly gets me in trouble. So arms win. 64. Hookup Or Relationships: Relationships 65. Troublemaker Or Hesitant: Hesitant Troublemaker

Have You Ever

66. Kissed A Stranger: Yes 67. Drank Hard Liquor: Yes 68. Turned Someone Down: Yes 69. Sex On First Date: No 70: Broken Someone’s Heart: He deserved it. 71. Had Your Heart Broken: Nah. 72. Been Arrested: Nope 73. Cried When Someone Died: Yes 74. Fallen For A Friend: Nö.

Do You Believe In

75. Yourself: I most certainly exist. 76. Miracles: No 77. Love At First Sight: No 78. Santa Claus: No 79. Angels: No Angels.

Misc

80. Eye Colour: Blue 81. Best Friend’s Name: I’m not really a 1 Single Best Friend Person. 82. Favourite Movie: Sooo many.Lately I’ve become a bit introspective about why Guardians Of The Galaxy 2 became one of my favourite comfort movies despite being a Marvel flick about space racoons and a talking baby tree (and despite people usually preferring the first one) and I guess it’s its sincere heart-felt message about telling your Dad to fuck off.  83. Favourite Actor: I’m really not good at nailing things down to a single person it seems. Michelle Gomez at least in terms of intensity?

84. Favourite Cartoon: Avatar The Last Airbender and Kim Possible probably have the biggest place in my heart. 85. Favourite Teacher’s Name: Josie. I’m my own favourite teacher.

[denimwrites-archive]

Enough Endings and Beginnings

Prompt: Not a request - I was listening to The Ataris’ song The Boys of Summer and it kind of made this, the song isn’t even that similar to this fic, but it definitely influenced it. Song HERE.

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen

Pairing: Connor Murphy X Reader

Summary: Connor was running away from your memory, and it wasn’t a good journey, but the stars helped remind him of better things.

Word Count: 1,985

Warnings: Reader death, grief, pain, lots of angst, kind of a hopeful ending?

A/N: I’m sorry this is really depressing. I wasn’t in a great headspace and this helped with it? The reader’s death isn’t detailed it’s mostly just Connor’s response to their death and kind of mourning their memory. The POV is kind of from an outside person who’s kind of telling you what’s happening? Idek if that makes sense, but that’s why I didn’t tag this as a reader insert. Hope you like it though, feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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The late summer wind rushed through Connor’s hair as he rode his motorcycle down the road. He was riding away from all the memories he made with you that summer. The summer that changed his life. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the road, but could only imagine your face.

The sun was setting and the sky was painted with so many colors, each of them causing him to think of another night he spent with you, feeling more alive than he had in a long time. Your smile was still at the forefront of his mind. The way your laugh made his chest feel a hundred times lighter. How you were always so accepting of him. Every part, his anger, his sadness, and his happiness, even if you were the only one who could evoke it.

He just kept riding. Trying to forget how amazing you made him feel, how human he really was. As the distance became greater and greater, Connor could feel his walls being rebuilt, but they were different than the ones that had been there before. The ones that you had knocked down as if they were nothing but dust.

These new walls were painted in your beautiful colors, a constant reminder of what you made him feel, of how you saw him. Connor knew that they weren’t as strong as the last ones, and he understood that they would never be that strong again. But he still attempted to fortify them with each mile he drove.

Even when he had to stop for gas further down the road, the neon signs reminded him of your glowing personality, and the way their vibrancy lit up the parking lot painfully reminded him of how you brightened everything surrounding you, including him.

Filling up his tank as quick as he could, and he was on his way again. Driving through country roads under heavy forest canopies, it started to rain. Still he continued. The water only aiding in his distraction from you for so long.

Then the memory of you dancing in the rain, carefree and solely focused on him. You had beckoned to him with more than just your extended hand, but with your whole soul. It was that night that Connor had known he would never be the same. That was the night he told you he loved you. Maybe not in so many words, but he knew you understood. Maybe that was why he had to leave, before you understood more than you were supposed to.

Continuing to push through the agony Connor felt in his heart, he kept going. Mile after mile, road after road. Even as the storm around him grew worse and worse, just like the cyclone in his head, he persevered. Or at least he did, until he imagined your voice, and he was a goner.

He knew that he couldn’t last without you. As much as he wanted to try and leave, forget everything you made him feel, he knew he never could. He only wanted the best for you, even if that meant it wasn’t him. So that you might have a chance with someone better, someone who deserved you. He felt so selfish, but he knew that you wouldn’t see it that way. Pulling over on the side of the abandoned road, the storm still whirling around him, he screamed.

Shouting for the pain he put you through, for the misery his life was and would be if he continued on this path. But most of all he howled at the world and its fucked up way of showing humanity. It had brought him the thing he wanted most, someone to listen to him and make him feel whole, and then snatched you away as a cruel reminder that the world didn’t care about him.

That was a lie. You cared about him, and you were his world. And now his world was dead. Nothing but black skies and decomposing matter. As he shrieked into the night, he could feel his world continue to disintegrate. The cracks that had started, grew into gaping chasms. It felt as if he was being torn apart and all he could do was bear witness to his own demise.

Thunder boomed overhead, and his roars echoed the anger in the crashes. Lightening lit up the sky and he cried at the brightness. The light as beautiful and unique as the one you had given him. Alone on that country road, Connor let out all of the grief he had collected since he first met you.

He despaired for all the times he never told you how amazing you were. All of the days he missed seeing you. The days he knew he would never get back.

He mourned the moments that he couldn’t be there to comfort you, and the days that you had to comfort him. How he wished he could go back and tell himself to hold off on all of that emo bullshit until after you were gone, because then he would really have something to be upset about.

The rain continued to beat down on him, and soon enough he couldn’t handle it anymore. Falling to his knees he weeped for future you could have had. For the life you never got to live together. For the dreams you never got to see come true. And most of all for the light that had been taken from everyone, especially him.

You were so understanding, so loving. He didn’t know how he had been so lucky to find you. Someone who helped him to tear down his walls and see that there was light all around, not only that was being provided by you, and others, but by himself as well. And now you were gone, leaving him in the shadows again.

The second he heard you were no longer there, everything faded into black and white. Color just didn’t exist for him anymore. It only endured through the things you lived on in, like the photos you were in, and the memories Connor had. He couldn’t take it anymore, and tried to run, and here he was on the side of the road.

How can you be so pathetic? At least they aren’t here to have to deal with you, I’m sure that’s a real blessing, his voice said. Gritting his teeth he tried to remember how you would help him when that voice got so loud, but you weren’t there. And never would be again. Like I said, they got off easy.

Wiping the water from his face he got back on his bike, uncaring about the storm or the cold that had started to bite through his jacket. Starting the engine, he took off, mind numb from all of his emotions. Voice still ringing in his ears of how lucky you were, no longer having to deal with Connor or any of the other bullshit that was on this Earth.

He just kept riding. Soon enough the storm ended, but Connor barely noticed, he just kept going. The night wore on and he found himself lost even further in the middle of nowhere, trees far behind him he drove down empty roads surrounded by nothing but fields of crops and animals.

He didn’t realize he was slowing down until his bike slowly drifted to a stop. Blinking in confusion he realized he was out of gas. Looking around him wearily, he had no idea where he was, or how far a gas station was. Groaning, he couldn’t believe how stupid he was. Can’t even run away right. Great job on getting as far as you did though, I’m sure they would be very proud of you.

“Shut up,” he said to himself. Getting off of the bike and moving it to the side of the road, he felt the weight of everything come down on him heavily. He sat on the ground, unsure of where to go from there. Breathing heavily, his mind was filled with memories of you, your smile, your laugh, everything that made him good, along with that voice.

It wouldn’t shut up. It laughed over yours, twisting it into an ugly thing. Squeezing his eyes shut tight Connor tried to focus on anything but the awful words it was saying. He thought of the time you went to the fair and how beautiful you looked when you were at the top of the ferris wheel, all of the lights giving you such an amazing glow with the stars surrounding your head painting a crown.

Opening his eyes he saw those same stars blinking down at him. The voice was silenced as he looked at their twinkling glow. He was brought back to the night you had laid on the hill on the outskirts of town and made up constellations and stories for each other.

Connor saw the turtle you had thought of, the one who used his shell as a shield for the mouse he had found. The one who was scared of everything, and best friends with the fox that hated the world. The fox that would do anything for the turtle, and was constantly annoyed by the weasel.

He remembered that night so vividly, it was like he was reliving it. Your voice in his ear as you pointed out different animals, giving them the personalities of people you cared most about. Connor interjected every once and awhile, making corrections or adding on to the story.

The turtle had ended up saving the fox, just like you had saved Connor. And all the other animals had rallied around the duo, celebrating the heroicness of everything. But when you disappeared, no one had revered in all of the battles you had fought and won, just agonized over the campaign you didn’t even know you were participating in, the one that you ultimately lost.

As Connor focused on the shapes in the sky, a new story unfolded. One of the turtle and the fox. One where the fox was left alone, but was constantly followed by the turtle. He tried to look away, focus on anything else, but it continued to develop.

He watched, helpless, as the fox desperately searched for the ever elusive turtle. Never giving up, and never moving on, refusing to face that the turtle was gone but still there somehow, lingering. Connor watched it unfurl until the sun started to rise, changing the background and signalling the end of the chapter.

Sitting up, as the sun finally crested over the horizon, he knew he had to face what had happened. Nothing was going to change the past, but he could try to accept the good that you had brought, and the memories that would live on in him. He understood that he couldn’t keep looking for new ways out, new methods to pursue answers, like the fox had done.

Breathing deeply, he thought it had started raining again, only to realize that it was tears that ran down his face. Wiping them away, he stood. Looking in both directions of the still empty road, his eyes lingered on the way he had come. The past had happened and he had to keep moving forward, but that didn’t mean he had to run away.

Glancing down the road he hadn’t been down yet, he contemplated what to do. Swallowing his fear, he set down the new road. Sometimes looking behind him, he found his chest lightening slightly. Not as light as it used to be, but Connor found that he could breathe more openly again.

When he finally happened upon a gas station, he knew what he was going to do. He was going to make you proud. He wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to complete that goal, but it was a place to start. And that was enough.

Tag List:   @helplesshansen

[chaoscontrolstheworld]

Like A Bird, My Wings Flew Away

It’s 1.30 am. I haven’t proofread this (much). I’m going to regret this when I wake up in a couple of hours, but I’ve been working on this for a good two weeks (on and off work).  So...it’s like 4665 words long. It’s about people having wings, horns, tails and being human. It’s utter trash, but I guess if you like a little angst (not much just a little, don’t worry) then I guess it’s an okay read. I won’t ask you not to hate me because, honestly, you have every right to. Enjoy, I guess...

Angels. Angels and demons. That’s what they called them. The humans that had wings, horns, and tails. Angels with their lush plumage, feathery wings coming in all manner of colors and shapes, sizes and textures. And demons with their tails and horns; colors, shapes, and sizes differing once more. There were humans too, those born without wings, horns or tails. Patton was a human. No wings, like Logan. No tail or horns, like Roman and Virgil. He’d always wished that he could fly like the angel could. But never in his life had a wish gone so horribly wrong. Wishes were fickle things. Wishes made in jealousy even more so.

Logan's wings. Those beautiful, large, soft, brown wings. They were special a part of him. They were as much of him as Roman’s and Virgil’s horns and tails were a part of them. It was illegal to take an angel’s wings, as much as it was to cut off a human’s arm, yet it still happened and it was not persecuted further than the police saying that they’d ‘look for the culprits’ and that they ‘couldn’t promise anything’.

Roman grit his teeth at the thought. He wanted to be in there with Patton and Logan, not waiting out here like a dog worrying if its owner will come back or not. His heart was drumming against his ribs, vision blurry, ears ringing and then black obscured his view of the floor. Tired eyes moved up black jeans to a black and purple hoodie, finally meeting the other demon’s eyes.

“What happened?”, Virgil asked, crouching down in front of the other. Never had he seen the demon so despondent and unfocused. He’d run all the way to the hospital, fearing the worst and Roman’s condition was only making his anxiety rise.

Roman mumbled something incoherent and Virgil moved closer, hands gripping the white covered shoulders.

“I didn’t catch that, idiot”, Virgil said softly and Roman’s eyes dropped to the floor and tears began to well in his eyes, running down his cheeks in small rivers, salt water dropping onto his knees and the floor. His breathing became ragged and he began to sob, curling up a little on the plastic chair and making Virgil move back, worry clouding his features.

“What happened?”, Virgil asked, more demanding than before and Roman cried a little harder. Virgil’s fear began to well up, spreading through his bones and spearing his heart and mind. “Who…who’s in there?”

“L-Logan”, Roman managed out and Virgil slumped to the ground.

“W-what happened?”, Virgil asked, not looking at Roman.

“He…he got…don’t make me say it emo”, Roman murmured, voice wet and tearful but still holding a little heat and amusement.

“I’m going to find out eventually…I’d rather find out from you than a doctor”, Virgil said, feeling like if he kept Roman talking the other wouldn’t do anything rash.

“He…he was walking and then some people came up behind him and they…they…”, Roman broke off into silence as tears washed down his face, he gripped Virgil’s shoulder tightly and pulled the man closer into an awkward hug.

“They what?”, Virgil asked, feeling his voice crack, throat going dry and closing in on itself as the fearful feeling curled up, waiting like a spring to be set free.

“They took his wings”, Roman whispered and Virgil felt his world collapse for a second before Roman’s crying brought him back to reality. His fear broke out of its coil and ran rampant for a second, before it was replaced with other emotions, other waves that made his body shake. Fear, anger, sadness, worry, concern, disappointment, and fury. All washed over him, all took their toll on his being.

Then the doctor came and the demons practically flew into the room, doors slamming into the wall and making Patton jump, turning around with wide, bloodshot eyes. Logan didn’t move, but he didn’t have to. He knew whose eyes were roaming over his exposed back, over the twin scars that were left after his wings were gone. He kept his eyes on the window, the clouds that darkened ever so slightly like they were trying to tell him that they too felt his pain, his anguish, his disgust at the act that had befallen him.

The demon pair moved quickly and quietly, Roman taking Patton into his arms as his eyes ran over the scars. Angels healed faster than humans and demons, but the scars would never heal quite right.

Virgil felt a mix of emotions rush through him. Disgust mixing with pure unbridled rage at the prospect. Sure, humans had always been jealous of their ‘abilities’, once it had been proposed they all live separate from each other. Now everything was settled. Patton was human, through and through, and he was good to them. But now...now Virgil wasn't so sure.

If he hadn't held himself back because he was in a hospital or because Logan looked so utterly shell-shocked he would have screamed, yelled, threatened. He'd have kicked and cried and growled until he hurt someone. Because someone deserved to feel this pain. He wished he'd been there when Logan had been jumped, stripped of his beautiful feathery wings, left to bleed out and die. He wished he'd been there not to stop it but so he could punish those who did this. It was illegal but these people…these monsters would get away scot free. The look on Romans face gave the black horned man the impression the other demon was thinking the same thing. What they'd give to hurt, maim, even kill those responsible for this. 

But that wouldn’t be what Logan would want. That wouldn’t be what Patton would want. And in the end…it wouldn’t be what they wanted.

A roar ripped from the demon’s mouths causing people to scatter as their eyes glowed. Ugly snarls appearing on twisted lips, fangs causing the plump flesh to part as the enraged demons looked the doctor over.

“What do you mean you can’t find any DNA? What are you talking about?”, Roman screamed at the man, who cowered behind his clipboard at the red horned man. Roman’s forked tongue slipped out briefly, scales rising on his sharp cheekbones. Virgil looked on from behind, just as furious with the doctor if not more. “What do you mean you can’t give him prosthetics?”

“I-I mean it. The…there’s no way for us to f-find any linking DNA a-and the cuts…they…they weren’t properly executed. We don’t have the technology for prosthetic wings and even if we gave him prosthetic wings we couldn’t do anything. The nerve endings are…well, they’re damaged beyond all repair”, the doctor said, swallowing and closing his eyes in fear. Roman grabbed the man’s collar, eyes filled with the fury of a million people, and pushed the doctor against the wall. He bared his fangs at the cowering human, small wings drawn close to his body inside his coat as he let out a whimper. Virgil grasped roman’s shoulder gently, his own scales shimmering black under the fluorescent lights of the hospital. Red eyes met purple and Roman drew in a deep breath, tail flickering around behind him as he released the angel. The doctor dropped and scrambled up against the wall under the duo’s narrowed gazes. Virgil tsked, while Roman sighed and took a step back. The doctor stood and hurried away down the otherwise deserted hall, small wings flapping under his coat out of fear.

The doors slammed shut behind him and Roman’s breathing grew erratic. The red-eyed man snarled and pulled back his arm, drawing his hand into a tight fist before unleashing the pent-up anger on the wall in front of him. The sensation of pain flooding his system and jarring him from his anger inflicted state. Virgil dropped next to him as he clasped his hand close, growling as tears of frustration began to bead at the corners of his eyes.

“Why can’t I…why couldn’t I do anything?”, Roman asked, voice soft and broken as Virgil rested his head on the top of his hand, sighing into his hoodie sleeve.

“We weren’t there”, Virgil said simply causing Roman to let out a choked sob.

“I wish I had been…I wish…I wish it’d been me”, Roman growled and Virgil nodded, gently applying a little pressure to Roman’s white-clad shoulder.

“I wish I’d been me, too. But we weren’t there and there’s nothing we could have done”, Virgil muttered as Roman slumped, body giving into the exhaustion the anger had caused.

“It should’ve been me. Why wasn’t it me? What did Logan ever do to deserve this?”

“Nothing. It’s the same answer you’ll get if you ask if anything could’ve been done to stop it from happening. Nothing. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t Patton’s fault. It wasn’t Logan’s fault. It wasn’t my fault. None of us could have done something different to stop this from happening and you know it. So”, Virgil said, standing and walking until he was in front of Roman. He pushed his left hand into the pocket of his hoodie and pushed the other towards his fellow demon. “Are we going to comfort Logan, or wallow in our own misery?”

Roman let out a dark chuckle before taking his hand and pulling himself up. The glowing had died down when he had begun to cry, but a shimmer of red was still present as he looked at his long-time nemesis.

“When did you get so sensible?”

“I’ve been hanging out with the pocket protector”, Virgil replied and Roman let a small smirk slip onto his face.

The pair walked back to the room in silence, fluorescent lights flickering a little overhead as the made their way to a room that was sure to haunt their nightmares. They trudged along, shoes thudding softly on the white and blue tiled floor, eyes running over the patterns. Roman stopped and looked next to him, causing Virgil to stop as well. The black horned demon looked up and Roman tiled his head back in an indication to Logan’s room door, the door that Virgil had just passed. Virgil nodded and turned taking a few steps and stopping, hand reaching out to push the glass and wood object open. The pair drew in a collective breath and Virgil pushed the door open, almost immediately regretting it as Patton’s head snapped up, eyes wide in fear as he quickly shielded Logan’s back from them. He blinked a bit before realising who they were and drawing back, shaking slightly. Logan still looked out of it, eyes and face devoid of any and all emotion. He didn’t look back at them, choosing instead to stare out of the window as a bird flew past. His red, bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks had dried, the flush his face had held earlier faded to pale unassuming peach.

It hurt. It hurt them so much to see him like this. It hurt to see him look so broken, so disparaging and cold. It pained them that they couldn’t do anything to help him. They couldn’t do anything to help. They just had to sit there and watch. All they could do now was comfort him. Comfort and calm. They couldn’t fix him. They could never fix him and as much as it pained them to think about it they knew they couldn’t have done anything differently to help him.

Roman buried his face into his pillow, makeup smearing slightly as the tears began to seep out from between mascara clad eyelashes and shimmer covered eyelids. He’d scream if he knew it wouldn’t upset Logan, but the noise would indeed upset Logan and he didn’t want to upset the man. It’d been a couple of months since he’d returned and every time Roman saw him he wanted to find those stupid humans and tear them apart. A lot of the time the three would find Logan just staring out of the window, eyes full of longing as sparrows and crows danced through the skies in intricate patterns. They’d give anything to see him happy again. To see him whole again. To see him as more than a broken mess caused by greed and a lust for power. It tore at their hearts to see him like this, but they couldn’t do anything and they had to accept that they would most likely never receive closure.

Roman growled and turned over, tears leaking from his eyes and trailing down puffy red cheeks as his anger rose, coming out of him in short bursts of breath. He was completely enthralled in his own pain, so much so that he never noticed his door opening and someone taking a seat on the side of his bed, the bed dipping to accommodate for the extra weight it was not used to supporting.

“Roman?”, a voice asked and Roman’s illusion of pain and hatred shattered as he looked over at the one that had caused him to spiral into such a state. The angel that their little group had accepted, flaws and all. Their angel. Their broken and scarred angel. Logan looked at him with a small bit of happiness, mostly due to the fact the other had stopped pulling at his hair and the frustration had melted off his body the instant he had spoken to the demon.

“Wh…what are you doing in here?”, Roman asked, voice cracking a little as hiccups began to pop from his mouth, breathing shaky and hands furious in their relentless scrubbing of his cheeks.

“I thought you could use some company. But if you’d prefer I can leave”, Logan said with a hint of a smile playing on his lips. If Roman hadn’t known Logan was an angel, he’d have definitely known by those words. Calm, soothing and soft. A skill many angels had inherited which made them excellent in caregiving. No matter what they said, if they said it like that it’d be calming. Logan could be rattling off how tomatoes shouldn’t be classified as vegetables and it’d be the most calming thing on the planet to hear.

“No. I…sorry, I just…I was thinking and…”, Roman paused and Logan let out a soft chuckle.

“You can actually do that?”, the angel said softly and Roman let a small smile cross his own lips. To make a joke at his expense was the most Logan thing he’d seen the angel do in days.

“Hey…that was mean. But yes…I was thinking about…about…”, Roman tried to form the words, but Logan’s expectant eyes looked so soft and innocent, like a deer in a forest.

“I know. You were thinking about them…my…my attackers. Virgil was thinking about the same thing earlier”, Logan said, eyes showing a little hurt before they moved to Roman’s bedspread. Logan’s fingers gathered a little of the blanket, twisting it in his hands and balling it up until his knuckles turned white from exertion.

“I…I want them hurt. I want them hurt so badly for this”, Roman choked out, running a hand across his eyes and smearing more of his beloved makeup across his face.

“I know. I want them found and locked up. If they did this to me…I can only imagine they’ve done it to others”, Logan said and Roman sat up, eyes slightly wide at Logan’s words. This man, this angel, was more concerned about the other people his attackers may possibly hurt then his own revenge.

“You…you don’t want them hurt?”, Roman questioned, voicing his concern and queries out loud.

“I do, but I am more concerned for the overall wellbeing of my fellow angels and demons. Who knows if they’ve tried to do this to others”, Logan said, eyes full of sadness and a little anger. Roman let his mouth fall open a little before he swallowed and shuffled forward, resting a hand on Logan’s shoulder and regretting it as the wingless angel shied away from his touch, eyes going wide and breathing stopping at the sudden contact.

“I’m sorry. Lo, I’m so sorry. Hey, calm down”, Roman said softly and Logan seemed to take on the apology and advice, shoulders dropping and relaxing as his breathing stuttered but calmed nonetheless.

“I apologise, Roman. I should be getting used to things, but it appears I still fear what I cannot control”, Logan said, taking his glasses off and hunching over as he rubbed his eyes. He sighed and Roman let a hand stray to the side of Logan’s body, allowing the man to see it before it moved closer to his leg. Logan sighed and took the hand in his, smiling a little as he rubbed a thumb over the dramatic man’s knuckles. The demon sighed heavily at the feeling and turned his hand slowly, gripping the angel’s in his own with the kind of gentleness one would expect from a loved one.

“You have no reason to be sorry. I was the one who touched without asking, you should feel no need to be apologetic. I am sorry I forgot my place once more, truly it is unbecoming of a prince”, Roman muttered and Logan let out a small huff of laughter, a bright smile appearing on his lips at the demon’s words.

“And what, perchance, are you the prince of?”

“Why the prince of demons”, Roman said, a smile lighting up his own face. Glittering white teeth brought together to form a dazzling grin that had Logan smiling back.

“I believe Virgil would find that statement incorrect for a variety of reasons, but I am glad to see you so joyful once more”, Logan said, head turning to look back at Roman, eyes calm and soft as the light of the situation sunk in. Roman chuckled a little before watching as the wingless angel stood and brushed off his pants, turning and smiling before moving to the door to exit the room. He stopped at the door and looked back, eyes dancing with a happiness Roman had once thought to be completely extinguished. “Take care of yourself Roman. And…don’t do anything rash, oh prince of demons.”

Roman smiled softly as the door closed behind his friend. He laid back on the bed and wiped some of the smeared makeup off his face with one hand, no doubt smearing more over his face as he did so. He closed his eyes and pictured the four of them, without Logan’s wings. It was weird but somehow calming. He accepted that Logan no longer held the power of flight, but the idea bugged him more than he liked to admit. He was settling back into his fantasy; the four of them just enjoying an average day when the world went dark around them and Logan’s scream cut through the air like shattering glass. Feathers rained down around him, bloody, brown and beautifully familiar before scars and cuts flashed through his mind and he awoke, panting in his bed. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, biting his lip as he forced the tears away. What he wouldn’t give for those wings to be back.

The days passed, turning into weeks, then into months. It was around the one-year anniversary of the fateful event that made Logan human, or more human than an angel, that something happened.

The front door slammed shut with enough force to rattle the small paintings on the wall and Patton almost dropped his glass of water onto the carpet. Virgil skulked in, a little bloody and bruised, eyes glowing a fierce indigo purple and right horn chipped. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, but he pulled them out when he entered the living room. He faced the three, who sat comfortably on the couch watching him with wide eyes. Virgil walked closer to them, dropped to crouch in front of Logan and pulled Logan’s left hand towards him. He placed his own left hand in Logan’s, breath coming out in short puffs and eyes lingering on Logan’s hand as his blood smeared on the angel’s skin. He opened his hand, released what he had been carrying and pulled both of his hands back, waiting and watching from his hunched position as Logan looked at his hand. A beautiful brown feather lay in his hand, a little mussed and crumpled from the journey in Virgil’s pocket, but it brought tears to his eyes to see the object. It was small, no bigger than a centimetre, but it was oh so soft and delicate. It had a little dried blood on it but he knew it was his. It was like looking at his own finger. The patterns, non-existent to non-angels, stood out to him like molten gold in a dark room.

Logan stifled a sob with his hand as tears came to his eyes. Virgil sighed softly, finally regaining his breath and gave Logan a small smile. Patton and Roman looked at the exchange with interest and worry, the latter clouding their minds and faces as Logan began to cry silently, hot tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Saw some punks in an alley talking big game about getting a pair of wings. Beat them up enough to get more details and took this from them. Wasn’t sure if it was yours, but it looked close enough to be yours so…yeah”, Virgil said, giving Logan a small smile as the other uncovered his mouth, smiling wide as he pulled the tattered feather close to his chest, both hands held protectively over the small piece of him. He cried happily, smiling widely at Virgil as strings of ‘thank you’s sprung from his mouth. Virgil nodded a little before huffing out a breath as Logan landed on top of him, hands clasping each other as he hugged the demon. The demon let out a shaky sigh as his equally shaky hands wrapped around Logan’s quaking body, feather forgotten between them as the Logan poured out emotions, happiness and sadness mixing in a tortured soul.

“You chipped your horn”, Roman muttered and Virgil grunted a little, pushing his bruised body back into the couch. The TV flickered in front of them, images of demons, angels, and humans flashing across the screen in a multitude of colors. “You think it was worth it?”, Roman asked and Virgil frowned, eyes narrowing at the screen.

“It’ll grow back. Logan’s wings won’t”, Virgil said and Roman growled softly. It was an unspoken rule that they never mentioned Logan’s lack of wings around the house. Virgil pulled a hand out and thumbed the chipped tip of his horn softly.

“It might not”, Roman said in a snarky tone, causing Virgil to sigh and look at him for a second.

“Well, then it’ll be worth it, won’t it? You saw how happy he was. I found that piece of him he thought he would never see again. You’d have done the same thing if you were in my shoes, don’t try and deny it”, Virgil grumbled softly and Roman nodded a little.

“True. I too would have allowed them to take one of my horns had I the knowledge it would cause Logan happiness”, Roman muttered, putting a hand under his chin and watching the screen flicker absentmindedly.

“It’s only a chip and it’ll grow back. If I had to sacrifice my entire horn to get him to give us that smile again…I’d have done it”, Virgil said.

“Oh, undoubtedly”, Roman agreed, nodding along with the conclusion.

“He never smiles like that…it was worth it…wasn’t it”, Virgil said and Roman sighed before nodding and looking at the other demon.

“It was. But…don’t go looking for trouble again. I know you went looking for them. There’s no way you’d have found them without looking for them. Don’t go looking for trouble, at least not without me with you. I’d rather be there and know that we’d go down together, defending Logan’s honour, than know you got your tail cut off and died at the scene because you were stupid enough to go after an angel wing dealer”, Roman murmured into his hand. Virgil let out an amused huff before curling in on himself, narrowing his eyes at the TV. “How long have you been looking?”, Roman asked startling the black and purple clad man. Virgil had to settle his heart a little before he answered.

“I…about six months. I’ve been all around looking for dealers but…my horns are a bit too big to hide under my hoodie and my eyes light up whenever they mention de-winging another angel”, Virgil said tilting his head forward and allowing Roman to run a hand over the bumpy, shining black horns that poked out of his hair. Roman’s horns were much bigger, but Virgil had been trying his hardest to fit in with the de-wingers and it hadn’t worked out well, especially with the nasty biological trait he had inherited which was his glowing eyes. As far as demons went it was standard for his eyes to light up like a LED on steroids when he was angry. As helpful as it could be it could also be a pain, especially when he was trying to go undercover with people he hated.

“I’ll come with you next time. My acting skills should help out”, Roman said softly and Virgil nodded, pulling his head away and letting it rest on his knees. He moved a hand up to stroke his horns; black and shiny curving outwards and inwards with consecutive bumps unlike Roman’s horns. Roman held the classic red horns that most devils and demons were depicted with; sleek, matte red that curved forward, up and back while also curving outwards like Virgil’s. Horns were like bones in the way that they could be mended, but also like teeth in the way that they could regrow. Some demons were luck that they could regrown sections in seconds, some were unlucky in the way that they had to regrow both their horns from the ground up and in these cases, it could take months. Virgil was a rather lucky individual as he didn’t have to fully regrow his horns, unlike Roman, but like Roman it would take at least a week for them to regrow back to their full glory.

“Don’t even think about it. I dug my grave and I intend to lay in it”, Virgil muttered causing roman to let out a breathy chuckle.

“Oh please, as if you think I’d take no as an answer”, Roman said and Virgil let a small smile grace his lips. Sometimes he was glad this man was so stubborn.

Together it took them a year to find Logan’s wings, a couple of months later they got the police to arrest the people responsible for Logan’s pain, but not after beating them to hell and back first. The criminals were dragged away bloody and bruised, teeth missing and bones broken as the demons watched on in silence. They shared a small, devious smile as they wiped the blood from their knuckles onto their pants. Roman nodded as they headed back to the house, chuckling along the way. They arrived at the house in time to witness a frantic looking Patton who immediately asked them if they had anything to do with Logan’s attackers being sent to jail. They responded ‘no’, but a hearty pinch to their ears and Patton dragging them up to Logan’s room convinced them to say ‘yes’. So, they moved into Logan’s room and spilled their secret lives of living within a criminal de-winger circle in order to catch Logan’s attackers. After a couple minutes of their bespectacled friends yelling at them and Logan giving them each a well-deserved slap the two broke down into tears and hugged the demon pair close. Never in the horned men’s lives had they been as glad to be alive as they were right now, embraced with friendly arms by those they aimed to protect.

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So I’ve been super blocked and haven’t been able to draw anything I’ve wanted to draw for the last like almost month, so I decided to draw up some bug(and arachnid?) characters after some of my favorite buggie buds! Well, except Jake, since he belongs to @jacksonn-galaxyy. Basically in GTTOS there are shape shifters that can be just about any animal, bug, whatever and I love making them sO I DEcided to make some more to get some inspiration back cos its just idk its fun i dont need a reason

So from the top we have two characters that I’ve drawn before; Archie who is a Skeleton Tarantula and Honey, who is a Bumblebee! They are majorly in love btw and their two good friends Spoons and Timothy got them together. Archie is a dancer, before he died and became an shifter, he had TONS of exotic pets, he was really into tarantulas and snakes, which might have been his downfall for dying maybe... Honey on the other hand was a small town boy selling flowers and being a big bee fanatic. He wanted to be a beekeeper, but he never got too into it due to him being seriously allergic to bees.

Then we have Frankie, a Striped Blue Crow Butterfly(Euploea Mulciber) and Gavin, an Emperor Scorpion. Frankie was brought up in a pretty religious family, was gay AND trans and basically got kicked out, so he spent the majority of his time around butterfly gardens and volunteering to take care of the flowers which was what got him so interested in butterflies. Gavin was apart of a fairly poor family that had to deal with all sorts of bugs and junk getting into their home, he was always the one to get them out because he’s actually a huge softy and would never ever kill anything, especially scorpions even though everyone always told him to because they sting. Gavin really loves to be super vulgar around Frankie mainly because Frankie doesn’t know much? He was sheltered, so Gavin finds it hilarious to make him uncomfortable but to a point, he doesn’t want to make him too uncomfortable, because he may be a bit of a dick, but he’s not that big of a dick. plus he...kinda really likes Frankie and doesnt know what to do about it?

Next there is Nelly, a Woolly Aphid, which I call fluffy fairies bugs usually and she is SUPER sweet and loves to just go with the flow. She doesn’t exactly eat meat, but she loves fruits and sweets, when she was alive she lived in a home in the woods where there were tons of Woolly Aphids and she loved to pretend they were mischievous fairies coming to take her away. Slightly morbid, but she had fun with it. Next to her is Dillon, a very shy little Ladybug (personally i think calling them Ladybirds is more fun) who is Nelly’s best friend and also has a major crush on her. Dillon is a little skittish, but has a pretty tough shell, when she was alive she got picked on a lot for being quiet and a little depressing at times, but she had a huge interest in insects, especially ladybugs because she lived next to a tree farm and those little bugs would flock to her home. She’s basically trying her hardest to be a good friend to Nelly while also seriously trying to get with her WHILE ALSO trying to make it seem she doesn’t like Nelly in that way. 

LASTLY we got Lance, a Green Darner Dragonfly. Lance is really energetic and loves to build stuff. He really enjoys taking things apart and putting them back together. He also isn’t the best at personal space and is always buzzing up into everyone’s faces, while also being a pretty big flirt, but he’s just so sweet you can’t help but smile when he does it, it’s endearing honestly. When he was alive he used to love going to this pond where there were dozens of dragonflies and would try to catch them in jars, but would always feel bad directly after and let them go. He is also pretty good friends with Gavin. Beside him is skittery little Jake, a Phyllodes Imperialis or the Imperial Fruit Sucking Moth, who belongs to my boyfriend so I can’t tell you much besides that Lance thinks he’s super cute and he is also super gay and emo