#this is my second favorite scene in ddd

[dreamsy990]

is that really so scary?

as a bonus. some of my thoughts on this scene from when i played (ft phantom commentary!)

[xiaosfavqingxin]

Pillow Talks // OM! Brothers Aftercare hcs

Cw: none really, just fluff after a scene because aftercare is SO important, based on a convo i had with one of my bsfs (mentions of rough sex, bite marks and hickeys)

Gender neutral reader!

A/n: I'll work on the requests soon i swear!

- Lucifer -

Man is so so gentle with you after it (in contrast to just a few minutes earlier)

PRAISE !!!!

Would definitely clean the both of you up and give you one of his shirts to cuddle into

After making sure you're alright and doing well he would brew the both of you some tea

Asks you if you would like to listen to a specific record and if not, he'd just put on something calming

Definitely spends quite some time in bed with you, cuddling and talking about everything and nothing, only going back to his work when he's 100% sure you're mentally and physically alright

- Mammon -

Would not give a single fck about the mess the both of you made, you're immediately wrapped up in his strong arms

He'd definitely would shower you with innocent kisses all over

Naked cuddles!! I repeat, naked cuddles!!!

Would also make sure you have everything you need, not leaving your side for more than five seconds though

Cracked jokes about what just happened!!!

Would probably spend hours just lying in bed with you, the both of you just scrolling through Akuzon, voicing out your thoughts about certain items you stumble across (he takes mental note of everything you mention to be to you liking )

- Asmodeus -

Spa time!!! Bubble bath especially!!

Would totally rant about how beautiful you looked earlier

Cuddles in the bathtub, facemasks and candles

If you would be sore anywhere he would totally massage it

Washes your hair and body for you, he just wants you to relax

When he dries you off, he'll wrap you in the softest towels and carry you to bed after he sprayed you with his perfume just so you still smell like him

- Satan -

would definitely question if he was too rough on you

Totally kisses any marks or hickeys that he'd left and brush over them gently

Cleaning up kinda is teamwork, until you curl up next to him, scrolling through ur DDD a bit

A book in one hand, the other arm wrapped around you, keeping you close

Makes sure to wrap you up in a nice fuzzy blanket too, he doesn't want you to feel cold after all

You fall asleep before him, but he eventually gets tired too, the book is now on his face, you still cradled in his arm, your DDD dropped next to you

- Leviathan -

Asks you if you enjoyed it and if you felt good immediately

Admiring all the love marks hes left on you

Cleaning up and then he seats you in his lap in one of his hoodies

Also quite literally SHOWERS you in kisses, extremely flustered

It's your decision what you want to do, rather its just cuddling, watching anime or him playing a a game, or even playing something together

Man is clingy asf, he knows that the afterglow is a quite vulnerable state so he keeps you as close as possible

- Beelzebub -

No doubt, this man carries you to bed after he cleaned your up. Bridal style. No exeptions.

Tucks you in carefully and would feed you your favorite candy from the jar in his room

Keeps you in his arms until you are fast asleep, then quietly goes to clean up the kitchen

Would totally kiss the bite marks he left, probably even lick over them apologetically

He finishes that cake you had started only for you to wake up to an almost empty plate of it, and a very sorry Beel

- Belphegor -

It takes him a while before coming down from his high, so hes perhaps a bit quiet at first and just keeps his arms wrapped around you, processing in silence

Veeeeryyy sleepy afterwards, but also cold

Will probably get another fuzzy blanket after wiping the both of you down lazily

Naked cuddles part II

Gives a lot of small tired pecks and pulls the blanket over both of you

Hes not gonna let go of you this soon, but that's okay, the both of you will take a nap first anyway

Heya everyone, this is it for today (kinda short im sorry) these are actually my first hcs posted on here, enjoy!!!!

[sorikufeels]

not really soriku but i replayed kh3 recently and it makes me SO MAD every time someone belittles sora and/or laughs at him like this boy saved the universe!!! twice!!! yeah he needed to be saved once but that doesn’t negate everyone else he’s saved and everything he’s done!!!

that “half-baked rescue” scene especially makes me rabid like i love riku and soriku but in that moment i wanted to grab him by his stupidly broad shoulders and shake him because oh my god! riku! you really wanna tell sora that his recuse is half-baked when you jumped into his heart with basically no plan??? you want to talk about half-baked when you opened the door in the secret place not knowing what could happen??

and then everyone just fucking laughs at my poor boy for a solid few seconds, like that’s humiliating and traumatizing. and sora wasn’t even the one who volunteered!! it was ventus!! imagine getting that response for something you didn’t even say

also burns me up that yen sid goes from “you both deserve the honor” of being named keyblade master in ddd but then acts as if sora is useless in kh3. yen sid has a favorite child and somehow it’s not the one who saved the universe twice

sora deserves so much better and riku i’m looking at you because i know you know this so step the fuck up

[littleoanh]

Albie may I request something 🥺 It can be Mikey or Hanma from Tokyo Revengers - whichever is easier for you and x reader. Cat and mouse kinda themed where reader is a cop/detective chasing them around with increasing “totally not sexual tension” each time they meet and he gets investigated. I don’t know why I want this - but I do.

Also sorry if this is dumb and I’m not very clear. I’m sleep deprived now and also I never know exactly what I want ever. 😭😭😭😭

A/N: LEEEEEE!! MY DARLING ❤️, of course you can request something from me 🥺. I remembered your favorite version of Mikey is Manila Mikey and instantly my brain came up with the perfect title and got a storyline. This is not dumb, this is brillant!! I hope you enjoy this :DDD (my triple chins 😂).

Catch Me If You Can

Characters: Manila!Mikey x Detective!Reader (no pronouns used)

Warnings: Cursing, mention of murder (not by reader), alcohol consumption, some sexual tension (subtle flirting and touching), mentions of tear gas (reader not affected), chase scenes, making out, small bit of sexual fantasy, implied stalking, manga spoiler and angst ending. 

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

You are a well known private detective, who helps on cases that the police force can’t solve by themselves. At first, you reject Izumi because you are well aware how unattainable Mikey is. Why chase something impossible? But you changed your mind when a pattern in Mikey's sightings was discovered. Izumi left a file of what the police had gathered on Mikey. The photos from street security cameras have dates on the bottom left corner. It appears Mikey comes to this particular cafe on the third Thursday of the month at a specific time. 

He should be here. Your eyes remain staring at your phone, pretending to read something. Each time the doors open, you use your peripherals to see if the incoming customer has black hair. No, it’s a woman.

He should be here. Your eyes remain staring at your phone, pretending to read something. Each time the doors open, you use your peripherals to see if the incoming customer has black hair. No, it’s a woman.

This is the second month you have staked out the place. Why isn’t he here yet? Did you misread the pattern? Or was it just pure coincidence Mikey just “happens” to be here to trick the police? Feeling stumped, you give another fifteen minutes to see if he would come… but he never shows up. Damn, you finish drinking your beverage and step outside of the cafe. 

Lost in your thoughts, trying to think of the next steps, “Psst!” Your eyes flicker in an alleyway and spot a familiar face. “Detective.” Akito, your most trusty informant gestures for you to come over. 

Quietly and swiftly, you slip into the alleyway. “What is it, Akito? You are not normally in these parts of the area.” You arch one of your eyebrows. 

“I’m not but,” Their eyes look at the surrounding area, making sure no one is around, “I got some information.” You scrunch your eyebrows together.

“Information on what? I am not officially-”

“It’s about Sano.” You tense slightly, hoping it wasn’t noticeable, how’d you know I was looking for him? “He’s going to be at Roppongi Square Lounge tonight.” What? This doesn’t make any sense. From the file you read about Mikey, he is not known to be in social settings. 

“Source?” 

“Does it matter? Have my sources ever been wrong?” Akito questions you, it’s true… Akito has never given you bad information. 

“No, you’re right. Thanks, Akito.” You both part ways in the opposite direction, your doubts are very low about this intel but you are willing to take this risk. If this is your chance to find Mikey, you will seize it. 

You put on formal attire for the strict dress code at Roppongi Square Lounge. You make sure your hair is not out of place, your face is clean and done up, and you put on your most attractive scent. Upon entering the lounge, you blend into the crowd, bopping your head to the music, feeling out the crowd. Your eyes survey the area to see if Mikey is here, your eyes fixate on a familiar black hair man.

Mikey is sitting alone on a private couch, being standoffish. Need to find a way to get to him. You amble your way to the bar to order a drink, still keeping your eye on him. His dark eyes are blank and empty and his expression is unreadable. What is on his mind? All he is staring at, is the drink in his hand. Once you grab your drink, you walk in the direction of the private couch area not directly towards him. You don’t make it obvious that he’s your target of the night.

Showtime… you innocently stroll by his seat and clumsily trip and spill your drink content onto his black trousers. You gasp and forge your innocence, “Oh no, I’m so sorry.” Mikey’s reaction doesn’t seem to be faze, his dark pupils are now on you. You grab the table napkin, kneel down to dab on his trouser to dry it. “I hope it doesn’t stain.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Your ears perk, you never heard his voice before and it’s actually… quite pleasant but quiet. “Are you alright?” Mikey surprisingly asks you, for a notorious criminal his mannerism seems too polite. 

“I’m fine, please don’t worry about me.” You laugh softly, you finish dabbing his trouser and stand back up. “As an apology, may I order you a drink?” His unpredictable expression makes you nervous but you remain composed. 

“You are the one whose drink spilled,” Mikey’s black orbs flicker between the empty glass in your hand and your face, “I’ll buy you a drink and you can keep me company.” Got him, you mentally smirk at your success. 

“Thank you, you are so thoughtful.” Mikey pats on the cushion for you to take a seat beside him. You graciously sit a bit closer to him than he expects, and his eyes twinkle. He lifts a finger and a waiter comes over in an instant, taking your drink order. He oozes a commanding aura that you unawarely get attracted to. 

“Tell me about yourself.” He takes a sip of his drink, the smell of alcohol tingles your nostrils. 

“Oh, there’s really not much to tell.” You don’t want to be the center of conversation, “I’m really not an interesting person. Very mundane.” Mikey’s lips spread into a melancholy smile and his eyes softened as well.

“I’m sure you are more than mundane.” His hand lightly grazes your leg, then firmly rests on your thigh. Strangely enough, you feel sparks when he touches you. The warmth of his hand feels nice, he notices how you like his hand on your thigh. He starts moving his hand dangerously up and down. “What’s your name?” The waiter brings you a drink and swiftly leaves you two alone.

“[Alias Name].” You take a sip of your choice of beverage. His black eyes are staring into yours, deciphering if you are telling the truth or not. His melancholy smile didn’t falter from his face.

“Nice to meet you… [Alias Name].” He momentarily pauses before leaning into you, the smell of whiskey and cologne fills your nostrils. Your heart starts pounding furiously, the way he intensely looks at you brings heat to your cheeks. “Nervous?” Damn, can he feel your heart thumping against your ribcage. 

“What’s there to be nervous about?” You boldly caress his cheek, Mikey’s cheek is smooth and surprisingly soft. His hand moves to your inner thigh, getting closer to your nether region. His lips are a breath away from yours, his eyes show a hunger to have a taste of you. Then someone clears their throat, having the both of you lean back.

“Sorry to interrupt,” They nervously glance over at Mikey, whose expression is once again unreadable. “I need to speak with you… privately.” This must be one of their lackeys. They take a quick glance at you, Mikey squeezes your thigh one last time before getting up.

“See you later, [Alias Name].” He takes one last look at you before walking with the other person. You watch where Mikey walks off to before following that trail behind him from a safe distance to not be caught doing something suspicious. They walk through a dimly lit hallway that leads to the back of the building. You stop and crouch near the slightly ajar door where they enter, hearing some voices.

“-is at Tokyo Bay at 10 PM tomorrow night to make the exchange.” The person passes on the information to Mikey, perfect! I can catch him in the act and put this bastard in jail. Mikey dismisses the person, glancing back at the door. You hold your breath, making sure to stay statue-still. After a couple of minutes, he nonchalantly strolls out into the busy streets of Roppongi. You let out a sigh, feeling determined that you will catch him and you make a phone call to Izumi for back up. 

9:55 PM is when Mikey shows up at Tokyo Bay, alright … let’s see what you’re up to. Izumi and you hold your position waiting for the right moment to jump in to arrest Mikey. Exactly 10 PM, a different lackey meets up with Mikey for the exchange. The lackey hands Mikey an envelope and Mikey gives him something in return. Now!

“Hold it right there, Sano!” You and Izumi step into your positions, along with back ups. “Both hands in the air and-” Mikey doesn’t let Izumi finish, he aims his gun at you and pulls the trigger. It miss you literally by a hair, then a lackey throws a tear gas bomb towards your direction. 

“Detective!” Izumi pushes you away, making sure you won’t be affected by the smoke. You quickly notice Mikey getting away, oh no you don’t!

You chase after Mikey, picking up your pace and running through the busy streets in the heart of Tokyo. Gaining momentum, you catch up to him. Just a little bit more! Grasping his arm, you actually grab him! Got you, you bastard! You pull him into the closet alley to handcuff him but the moment you step into the alley, you get slammed against the concrete wall.

“Ah!” Your head bangs against the wall, disorienting you. Mikey takes the time to place his knee in between your legs and trapping your hands above your head. “Mikey, you-” Mikey captures your lips and kisses you hungrily. What the-?! You try to fight back, but his lips set your lips on fire, the way his lips mold into yours amazingly well. You couldn’t help but to moan, giving him the chance to slip his tongue into yours. Dominating and exploring the depths of your mouth. Feels so good, you stop resisting and letting him take control over you. 

His hand loosing his grip on yours and sliding down to your waist, squeezing them. You want nothing more than to wrap your legs around him. The kiss finally breaks, leaving you in a steamy trance. Mikey steps back and leaves you there in a daze before you come back to your senses. What! No! You step back into the crowd again, you only see a glimpse of him but he slips into the busy crowd. UGHHHHHH! DAMN IT!! 

It’s been a week since you had last seen Mikey, there are no leads and traces of him. It’s as though he never existed. But no, you know he is real. You haven’t stopped thinking about the kiss in the alley. Did he do it on purpose to escape? Or did he truly feel something for you? Your office phone starts to ring, it is an unknown number and you pick up the receiver. “Hello, Detective [L/n] speaking.”

“Detective, it’s Akito.” Your informant Akito normally calls you using a burner phone. “I got some information on Mikey.” Your ears perk again and abruptly stand up from your chair.

“What is it?!” You accidentally shout through the phone, you are at your wits end. 

“He’s leaving the country,” Your eyes widen in bewilderment, “I’m not sure where and what time but he’s leaving today. He will be at Narita Airport.” 

“Thanks Akito!” You hang up the phone, then make a phone call to Izumi’s data analyst team and you relay the information to Mai, their hacker. 

“I am not seeing his name anywhere on today’s flight list.”

“Just keep trying-” 

“Hold on.” She sounds confused over the phone, “I found something strange.” You hear fast typing on her end. “I don’t see his name here, but yours is.” Your heart beats erratically, what? How was that even possible? “There’s a ticket with your name that is leaving for Brazil in 20 minutes from now.” You let out a string of curses. She provides you with the terminal and gate number.

“Thanks Mai, call Izumi for me to get me clearance at the Narita Airport!”

“Got it!” You rush out of your office, climb into your car and zoom into the streets like you’re a race car driver. You use an emergency siren that Izumi gave you and luckily, cars split up to give you a quick route to your destination. You make it to the airport in about 15 minutes, I still have time to catch him! You rush over to the security lane pre-TSA and you lift up your detective badge for TSA to verify your identity. “Please let me through!”

Another TSA confirms your clearance and allows you to pass security. Gate 53, you run through the crowd trying to find your objective gate. You have less than 5 minutes left to try to find that gate. You do your best to not brush or accidentally bump into other passengers. There it is! You use the last of your energy to increase your speed, however the doors are already closed and the plane at the gate is now gone. No! You approach the TSA by the podium huffing and puffing.

“Good Afternoon, may I help you?” The TSA lady questions.

“I-I need you… to contact the pilot… and tell them to turn back around.” She looks at you, surprised.

“Pardon?” 

“There’s a criminal escaping the country! I need you to contact the pilot and have them turn the plane around.” You flash your badge.

“Um, I’m sorry but I cannot do that unless there is a warrant. Do you have a warrant?”

“...No, I don’t.” She frowns.

“I’m sorry there’s nothing I can do.” You let out another string of curses, blaming yourself for not making it to the gate on time. “Are you [Y/n] [L/n] by any chance?” You are puzzled how she knows your name.

“Yes, why?” She grabs something from under the podium, it is an envelope. The same envelope you saw a lackey handed over to Mikey the night at Tokyo Bay. 

“This is for you.” She politely hands it over to you, “I was informed to give this to you.” You take the envelope, it’s fairly light but you can tell there is content inside of it from the light. You open the envelope and take out a note. Something slips out of the note as you open up to read it.

Thanks, it’s been fun playing with you.

“What?” You look down to find several polaroids on the floor, bending over to pick them up. “What the hell…” The polaroids are of you interacting with Akito prior to meeting Mikey and your own investigation. 

All this time… you were the mouse and Mikey was the cat. 

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[Mikey’s POV]

Mikey’s staring off in the ocean breeze in Manila, feeling the cold water splash his feet, and taking in the smell of the salty sea. His mind wanders, remembering you and chuckling softly. 

He immediately noticed you through the window of that cafe. He usually comes on the third Thursday of the month but didn't come in at his usual time when he saw you sitting near his normal spot. Mikey could tell you were a detective from a single glance but there is something about you that draws him to you. 

Was it your eyes that kept looking at the door to see if he came in? Was it your pouty lips that kept getting disappointed? Or perhaps it was your focus expression when you were looking at your phone?

He easily found Akito, your general informant, and cornered them. Mikey was the one who informed them that he will be at Roppongi Square Lounge. He also knew you would be following him to the back of the building and even slowed down for you to catch up when you two were running in the crowd. Let’s be honest, he can definitely outrun you but… this would be the last he will ever see you again. He wanted to give you the false sense of hope and to kiss you before it’s too late. 

It’s been a week since he’s been in Manila. Tomorrow is January 20th, the day he is planning to meet his long time friend, Takemitchy Hanagaki, and end everything. 

“It’s been nice knowing you… [Y/n].” He softly smiles towards the ocean and wishes you well.  

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[hestzhyen]

What Can Kairi Do Now?

KH Brainrot has completely taken over so let me yeet these thoughts into the uncaring abyss. In the off chance anyone reads this... I like Kairi. I related to her struggle a lot as a kid; it was reassuring to see a character resist change when so many are written to embrace it. She's not my favorite KH character but she's definitely up there. Poor girl's been not much more than a plot device for her entire series so far. Friend to be rescued in KH1, forgotten memory in CoM, side-quest rescue mission in 2, completely absent in Coded despite it being a KH1 retelling, absent in DDD, important but not proactive in 3, present but not effectual in MoM... it's tough out there for Kairi fans. Most of this, I think, is because she's not meant to be important to the narrative beyond her relationship to Sora. I've felt for a long time that Nomura just wasn't very interested in writing about her as an independent character. She's there for Sora as a friend, a love interest, and as a McGuffin. Makes sense since she's supposed to represent friends drifting apart- she's the comfort and stability that Sora so badly wants to return to for most of the series. And yet, over and over again, he's getting called away from her side. Star-crossed and separated from each other despite how badly Kairi wants him to stay with her forever. So now that Sora's gone to the Other Side of reality itself and her left behind again... where does that leave Kairi?

Well, this could be her time to shine! FOR REAL! No cap, as the kids say. I mean it.

Kairi has so far been inseparable from Sora's character. Everything she's been shown to be so far is about him- Sora don't change, Sora I'll wait for you, Sora I'll protect you. Sora, Sora, Sora. Every scene of her relates back to him in some way, except the one in BBS when she had yet to meet him... which actually still leads to Sora since that's where Aqua placed the spell on Kairi's necklace that enabled her heart to take refuge in his during KH1. It's only the precious few scenes we see of her apart from Sora that we see her growth. She decides waiting isn't good enough in KH2, then decides she's going all-in on wielding a Keyblade so she can protect him in KH3- decisions made only in his absence. So the problem is pretty clear: for Kairi to grow, she needs to be separated from Sora. And oh hey guess what, MoM went out of it's way to do exactly that when it really didn't have to.

So what could we see our sweet girl doing going forward? There are two things that come to mind for me. First, by choosing to train under Aqua, she can forge strong bonds outside of Sora and Riku. Second, she can take charge of one of the subplots dangling around. I'm under no illusion that she'll ever be as imporant as Sora is to the narrative, but it's not unreasonable for her to step up and protect their home until he comes back. Deciding to take control of her own fate at the end of MoM set a solid foundation for her to grow separately from Sora in a natural, realistic way. And this would be the best thing possible for her character.

KH3, re:mind, and MoM all point to the end of the status quo for the relationship between Kairi and Sora. Nothing stopped him from fading away, after all. She tried everything and came up short when it mattered again. So Kairi seems to finally be accepting that she can't be strong enough to stand with Sora if she's only doing things for his sake. She needs to find her own inner strength. Deciding to train on her own terms, without mentioning Sora even once, is letting us know that Kairi's primed for her own arc for realsies this time. Will it come to be? Maybe!

There's a bit more I could say about Kairi but... well, I just want to wait and see. We know so little about what to expect in KH4 that I don't want to go full-on theorizing mode into this empty chasm. Especially since every time Kairi's been set up for growth it just hasn't happened. There's a big enough difference between this situation and all the previous ones that lets me have some room for hope at least. Thanks for listening to this ramble, internet void.

[forecast0ctopus]

i loveee ur art its sooo expressive and it has such a 90s feel to it.. if i may ask, how do u pick ur colours? do u have a specific colour pallete u adhere to? thanks!

thanks so much :DDD im curious what might make it feel 90s 🤔 thats so interesting

anyways stuff abt coloring below

honestly i kinda just fuck around with color, technically i somewhat understand color theory but despite that im bad at choosing the right colors straight from the color wheel so a lot of times i just hsb adjust things until theyre right

ive got two different ways i color things currently:

softish shading with a marker brush in greyscale, applying too many color adjustment layers, and then coloring a little on top of the greyscale to make things not monochrome. usually i color on top of a clipping mask bc its a lot easier, which i did in the ace attorney one but not in the merlin one for ?? no reason i guess i just didnt think abt it lmao

the other way is i decide what color i wanna cast the whole drawing in and i make that the base clipping mask layer (which ive been making like. neon green a lot lately lmao) and then i block in color on top of that, and shadow color on top of that. the cybersix ones a great representation of what im doing there but its a little chaotic since all of the sketches were meant to be cropped oops. the cowboy danny phantom ones a lot cleaner of an example haha

i really like doing the second method because it also works great with lineless and also i really like comparative colors? i know theres a better phrase for it but like. when one color looks like a different color when its put in a different colored space. like when im making things green, id color blue things in the scene green and red things in the scene a muddy orangey color. or when i was really into yellow id make the blues purple. idk usually the “blue” in the scene is first color i like to figure out im not sure if its because its my favorite color or if its because i love drawing jeans but thats just how it goes lmao

oh also putting things on a or neutral bg helps to pick colors a lot easier than keeping the default white bg, i always turn it off and leave it transparent until im finished lmao. i use procreate light mode so its still rather light but not too bad

i dont really have any palettes that i intentionally adhere to, no, but i do get kind of stuck using the same colors for a few months before moving to something different. rn im very stuck on green and need to accept that not everything needs to be the grossest greens ever and ive been stuck on it for about six months? in the past i was really stuck on yellow haha

[eli-elien]

henlo :DDD i am here for the Ask Game!!

2, 5, 11, 14, 30

this makes me sound like im ordering from a drive through XD

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

I think a left 3rd view of the face is the easiest second to that is facing forward

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

60% or so is for myself the rest if I think its good I'll post online and you already seen what I usually post on servers being stupid lil doodles lol

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

YEEEESSS III LOOOOVE MUSIC

Honestly this has turned into a playlist of music I just love that happens to relate even to one lyric about my boy lol

but specifically these:

and you definitely know why I've been listening to this one ;)

14. Any favorite motifs

There's alot and since this is my post and my answers and you're my friend

I WONT SPARE YOU THE ESSAY YOU'VE UNLEASHED

So I love love wolves/dogs and rabbits/deer as both are very interesting the differences between dogs and wolves is a fact of freedom, that sure a wolf miiight listen to you (but mostly bc of food or other sources you might give them I mean they're wild) while a dog is absolutely domesticated but...they still bite and when pushed they WILL fight back even if they're loyal

Rabbits and deer esp when combined for a Jackalope are two things: my love of contrasts and double meanings and metaphors for transness!! I see antlers personally, esp since its different between sexes in deer when it comes them and growing/shedding them as a trans thing idk how to explain it lol

now with the contrasts and double meanings with rabbits!! its such a cute lil fluffy thing but its interesting when the rabbit bites down, when you see that the black and white world-view of carnivores and vegetarians are actually blurred and that during winter they'll eat meat when its available most animals and esp rabbits are very opportunistic

and ofc there's the predator and prey aspects of both between dogs/deer and wolves/rabbits!!!

also side note but I also been loving lizards/shrikes and returning to the classic motif for reverie: foxes/ravens (both clever beings that get a bad rap in fairy tales)

also I looooove fairy tales and myths, William several folk tales that I got inspired by, I wonder what sorta scenes and designs and skills based of these: Red Riding Hood (#1 FAIRY TALE) Anything with the big bad wolf, sleeping beuty, beuty and the beast, the white knight/prince charming motif, witches motif, and hansel and grentel but what if one of the kids take the other instead of a parent? Can you really call that your sibling?

like for instance Will has his red cloak that acts as a red "heroic and prince charming/white knight" cape that also has a red hood, not too mention his motivations are mainly pure righteousness and his desinated roles by the story are either prince charming/white knight or love interest (mainly both if he was saving a princess from the princess pov but instead he's saving and protecting the "evil" dragon)

alsoooo MORE CONTRASTS like life/death and growth/rot and sun/moon and ice/fire (again these can be applied to will who has a rot curse but inherant magic for healing and being related to plants and also ice and fire magic

also persephone/hades dynamic esp where you think on the surface its the cute bubbly life and flowers girlie (doesn't even have to be a girl again: will) with their gloomy dark death and rot guy (yes this is talking about the dragon guy buuut he's honestly more of a dark golden retreiver that would eat and kill anyone who messes with will who also has 1 braincell that uses 60% of it to think abt will)

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

honestly every one of my oc stuff cuz man I put alot of effort into this shit and since this is my post I'll post the ones that I think aren't getting enough attention

I don't think this is underated but putting this here bc I did it on a tablet with a shitty diy stylus that didn't even give me good control and I think I deserve something for how well this came out under those circumstances

ALSOOO!!! IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN WILL THEN PLS SEND ME ASKS I NEED TO TALK MORE ABOUT HIIIIM

[actualbird]

festive games 2play with him and how i think that could actually play out in-universe

i love doing this, i love tryna figure out how minigames or certain game mechanic features wld be justified in-universe as a scene. like the boys in lost gold getting sent out to do the groceries except for luke who walks into the forest with an axe and comes back w an insane amount of chopped wood. or the tomb exploration in sott and how luke bringing frigging C4 or cartoon dynamite explosives into ancient ruins is hilariously way less useful than vyn who just does a mindfulness exercise for like 2 seconds and then regains the energy to dig for much longer. it's great. i love it. and the anniv minigames are my next target

these four have already all been classified as Festive Games which, in line with the event plot, makes me think these could all be festival games during the Stellis Anniversary Festival, and now im gonna make up some frigging games

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Sweet Tracks is the hardest for me to in-universe justify since we just send respective nxx boy into the frigging Void to step on blocks, but i figure it could be like....some kind of guided blind hopscotch? imagine a game booth and one player is sent inside to do the walking and the other player must navigate for the one inside.

now, with this in mind, the only reason the player inside would Need navigation is if theyre blindfolded. otherwise, itd be easy for this to be a single-player game. with the blindfold, it becomes a teambuilding exercise!! :DDD

mc: okay luke make a SHARP LEFT

luke: wait, your left or my left?

mc: hjjHVKJH YOUR LEFT OBVIOUSLY!!!

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Chromatic Melody is...just mc and respective partner ferociously picking out flowers from a pile

we move on

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Lucky Choice is easy to justify since it already shows us whats going on. nxx boy in front of u and you guess, but my god is it hilarious to me to imagine this happening at a festival game booth in public because well. the current consensus ive seen from the fandom is that this minigame is terrible, and i agree. this minigame is what destroys relationships, this minigame causes divorce.

luke: is it smaller....or bigger :D

mc: .....s...smaller...

luke, breaking the mc's win streak for the 14th time in a row: nope! it's bigger :D

mc: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA //flips table, several pigeons fly away in fear

luke: wanna try again :D?

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whats most hilarious to me is the Compatibility Test

this is also super easy to justify in-universe. little booth where respective partner's facts are quizzed to mc, but instead of the usual "the non-guessing party submits their funfacts to the person facilitating the game" i dont think thats needed cuz the one facilitating is our favorite data-privacy-ignoring angel:

DAVIS

he can just snoop thru everybodys entire life via the internet and other omnipotent powers, thus meaning that each nxx boy can be caught off guard and dragged to absolute filth by DAVIS

luke: DAVIS....

mc: HAHAHHAHAHAA, the answer is A

DAVIS: correct! super compatible ^u^

luke: im not that bad---

mc: you gave the name LUCAS PIERCE---

luke: LISTEN

mc: ---as an FAKE NAME---

luke: PLEASE

mc: ---when the nametag on your uniform clearly said SHERLOCK....

luke: that was just one time!!

mc: remember peter. the elephant

luke: oh god

mc: remember how you wanted to name him Big Boy????

luke: .....ok fine

DAVIS: alright, next question!

luke: oh my god...

mc, patting him on the back: the answer is C

DAVIS: correct! super compatible ^u^

luke: //hides his face in his hands

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

get to know you better game! answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better.

tagged by: @monstrousgourmandizingcats Thank you!

last song I listened to: I think it was "Antigravity" by Starset yesterday? It was the second song I discovered by that band (thank you for always Getting Me, Pandora Internet Radio), and Starset is now in my top 10 and I'm going to see them in concert in April!

currently reading: Both Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett and Developing the Leader Within You 2.0 by John Maxwell. It's my first time reading a full novel by Terry Pratchett, certainly my first time reading Discworld, and it has its moments, but I'm not devouring it. John Maxwell, however, is killing it as always.

currently watching: Uhhhhh.... Nothing much, actually. Music videos when my favorite bands release them. Slowly re-watching Steven Universe with a roommate. "Watching" the Antigravity video in the other tab now because I Really Like That Song.

currently obsessed with: Trying, for the ten thousandth time, to finish chapter 21 of DDD. All the Best Moments in the chapter are written! It's just the weird transitional stuff that I can't pull together pretty or somber enough words for.... I'm considering cutting a scene entirely and I Think that'll speed it up, but there are other moments I'm shying away from for the simple fact that they're not as engaging as other moments. Just little blips of information that my mind's only gliving me snapshot glimpses of, like "Dove's begging for it to stop" but it won't give me the rest of the scene around that.

Conceivably I could cut those moments, too.... The chapter's already 27 pages long. It would certainly survive it. And if I'm not even interested in it as the writer, I suppose the audience wouldn't be? But alas. Culling your darlings is painful when you have barely had any darlings at all in the past 10 years.

tagging: (This meme is Very Old and has probably been passed around to everyone already, so if you've recently done it or don't want to do it for whatever reason, feel free to disregard it. In a similar vein: If you see this and you haven't done it, but you want to, consider yourself tagged!)

@astrearl @cxttlefishcxller @chasm-connected @cyberninja @creepycute-kitty-gf @orionsdestiny @yazzy-the-cat (I can't tag you. :c) @sirenianheart @robynrpmain (if you see this and want to, I know you're ambivalent on them sometimes!)

[tenowls]

I love your MurderBot art! It’s an inspiration! Which is your favorite installment from the series?

AAAA thanks so much!!! :DDD i would have to say network effect, bc mb’s friendship with ART is my absolute favourite out of all its relationships (asshole best friends who always seem to be bickering but actually understand each other better than anyone else + would do anything for each other?? Yes). i just love how mb can just fully be itself with ART, and how they bring something out in each other that u don’t get with the human characters. i also loved the introduction of amena, the help.me files (the reveal about ‘the company’ and the scene where mb goes after the graycris operative PUNCHED ME IN THE GUT), and mb coming to realise at the end that its friends came to save it…. ne is so good!!!!!

exit strategy would have to be a close second tho, i love the high tension high stakes heist vibes of it all (i love books that make me Stressed), and mb’s relationship w presaux after it’s undergone all the character development of the previous books!!

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Growing Pains: Stumbling Blocks

Prompt: okay i read growing pains and now my brain has idea: a Kinda prequel fic to Growing Pains thats a 4+1 of all the times janus came to comfort roman as the other sides, plus one time (Set after Growing Pains) that he came as himself. maybe a scene where roman realizes that its been janus comforting him? if you dont want to write this thats fine /gen :D i just thought it was a cool idea! :DDD - anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: self-doubt, self-esteem issues

Pairings: roceit I guess???? I ‘unno, platonic or romantic, you decide

Word Count: 4734

Remus pauses before they make it to the door. “Janny, promise me you’ll remember that no matter what anyone else says, I think you’re really cool.”

Something flutters in Janus’s stomach. “Okay. I promise.”

Some promises we forget, some we forget to keep.

Or, 5 times someone took care of Roman and 1 time he knew exactly who it was. 

  Roman’s back hits the door as it closes, sliding down the wall until he’s crouched on the floor. He buries his head in his knees, uncaring as the rough fabric scratches his eyelids. Tears form within a few seconds and he takes a shuddering breath. 

Not good enough. 

Never good enough. 

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. 

His hands ball into fists at his sides and he wrenches himself off the floor, stumbling to the bathroom. He has to get clean. He has to get out of this. He has to do it now before someone comes and finds him ruining the only acceptable thing left of himself: his costume. 

“Come on, Princey, you know that’s most people’s favorite part of you.”

Roman’s hands are shaking as he finally manages to get it on the Dres form. It looks so…wrong here in the dark and shadows of his room. He hadn’t turned the lights on when he came in. How could he, with the mess he’s made of himself? He should turn them on now. To reassure himself that the costume still looks right. That it’s still right. 

He reaches out and flicks on the light switch. The bright flare makes him flinch. It hits the costume. 

The costume looks right. 

But as he looks down at his own hands, he sees the shadows swirling under his skin and—

The lights die with a frantic clawing motion at the wall and he surges to the bathroom. 

Clean. Clean. He just has to get clean. 

He rips off the rest of his clothes and slaps clumsily at the sink to get the water running. He splashes it on his face. The cold shocks him. Droplets land on his skin like bullets and roll down like blood. It hurts. He doesn’t care. If he gets through this he can just curl up and go to bed and no one will have to see him. 

He doesn’t know how he manages to stumble through his nighttime routine without making a bigger mess. His hands still shake. But he does it and he fumbles with all the lights to get them to go away, leave him alone, and he rushes for the closet. 

Roman pauses as he gets there. 

Shadows fill the closet, slowly reaching careful fingers into the rest of the room. Worn t-shirts and robes curl lazily in the darkness at the very bottom, like big cats that watch him with eyes slitted. His lower lip trembles. 

Shaky fingers pull pajamas over his head as the closet door opens further. He glances over his shoulder at the rest of the room before carefully easing his way inside. 

The door shuts behind him and he breathes. 

It doesn’t smell like out there in here. It just smells like clothes and like him. He curls into a corner with a robe and buries his nose in the plush fabric. One of its sleeves drapes over his shoulder and it’s the best hug he could ask for. 

He can…he can stay here for a while. 

But then there’s a knock on his door. 

His room door, not the closet door, but it makes him tense up all the same. He claps a hand over his mouth and stares into the darkness. 

“Roman? Roman, can I come in?”

Patton’s voice rings out, followed by a very slow creak as his door opens. But his closet door is shut so Patton won’t see him. 

“Ro—Roman? Are you in here?” Footsteps carefully approaching the bed. Roman doesn’t make a sound. “Roman?”

Don’t find me. Don’t find me. 

Please find me. 

Slowly, so slowly, the footsteps approach the closet. They pause. Then there’s a knock on the door. 

“Roman, sweetheart,” Patton calls quietly, “are you in here?”

Roman’s breath catches in his throat. He shifts, trying to figure out how to respond, only for the closet to betray him with a low creak. 

He hears Patton sigh from outside. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m not here to yell at you or hurt you.”

He’s…not?

“No, sweetheart—“ how did he hear that?— “I promise I’m not. Can I…can I just sit here with you? For a moment?”

There’s another creak as Patton’s weight settles itself in front of the door. Roman blinks in the darkness. 

“It’s going to be okay,” Patton murmurs softly, “we’re not meant to be perfect all the time. Sometimes we get hurt, and that’s okay too. We just have to be careful with ourselves while it gets better.”

Roman doesn’t want to be careful with himself. 

“Or let others be careful with us while we get better.”

Is…is that why he’s here? He wants to be careful with Roman? 

Oh, god he wants to open the closet door and reach for Patton, have him say that it’s going to be okay again. The darkness cradles him but it can’t hold him. 

Slowly, so slowly, he reaches out and pushes the door open. 

Patton looks over at him, squinting a little to spot him in the darkness, before his face breaks into a smile and he holds out his arms, quietly bidding come here. 

Roman does as Patton catches him, pulling his torso into his lap and placing one hand on the back of his head. A cool hand runs through his hair, shushing away the embarrassed flush of heat that rises to his cheeks. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Patton whispers, lips brushing his temple, “it’s going to be okay. I’m right here, I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

Roman buries his head in Patton’s shoulder and cries. 

“Shh-shh-shh, sweetheart, you’re okay. You’re our Prince Roman, you’re gonna be just fine. It’s gonna be okay.”

It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay. 

When his head starts to hurt from the tears, Patton lets out another soft noise and lifts him. Roman makes a garbled protest but Patton just shushes him, somehow pulling back the blankets and tucking him in with another kiss on the forehead. 

“You’re okay, now, sweetheart,” he whispers, tucking a bit of hair behind Roman’s ear, “get some sleep, okay?”

Roman watches through heavily lidded eyes as Patton starts to leave. Before he does, he glances over his shoulder and smiles. 

“Get some sleep, friendo.”

Roman falls asleep cold. 

2. 

“Come on,” he grumbles, staring at the blank page with the cursor blinking mockingly at him, “why won’t you just go?”

No one who isn’t a writer understands how difficult it is to make the words go when they don’t want to. Do you think that just because we are forced to communicate with clumsy amalgamations of sounds it becomes simple to translate them into shapes on a page? Do you believe that just because the way we’ve been taught to think it is easy to speak? Do you think the vast and uncaring depths of language give to solitary fucks about what it is that you want to say?

And god forbid you try and use the pieces and fragments others do. Ever want to describe an oak tree as ‘gnarled?’ Ever want to say someone smirks or pads across a room or toes their shoes off? Do you think that choice weighs empty on aching shoulders? That it doesn’t send some shiver of disgust or disappointment down an already-pained spine? Do you understand how hard it is to describe something with words that cannot fit anything but clumsily in your mouth? We exist in a world we can only interact with using words that cannot and will not mean anything beyond the paltry definitions we give them. To describe something properly you must rip it from language’s unyielding grip in order to demonstrate how important it is to be written into the fabric of memory. We are shambling and dissonant composites of everything we have ever tried to understand and we shed words like time sheds memories. Sometimes we must be satisfied with the few pieces that fall into place. 

…maybe he needs some water. 

Roman gets up from his desk and winces as about three muscles immediately decide that nope, they were not consulted about this move and as such, would like him to reevaluate the choices he’s made. He slumps back into the chair with a groan. 

There’s a knock on his door. 

“Yes?”

“Roman,” Logan’s voice says as the door swings open, “I understand we had a brainstorm scheduled.”

Roman blinks. “We…did?”

“It’s written in my calendar.”

“That’s weird, it’s not in mine.” Roman scrubs a hand over his face and flaps a hand. “Whatever. Sorry, I didn’t remember. I, um…was I supposed to meet you downstairs?”

“No, no, we were supposed to meet here.” Logan gives his desk a brief glance. “Shall we sit on the bed or the floor?”

Roman winces at the catastrophic mess spread over the desk and gestures to the floor, unplugging his laptop to bring with. Logan nods to it. 

“Were you in the middle of something?”

Roman sighs. “No, not really.”

“May I see?”

“Nothing to see.” He turns the laptop to reveal the cursedly blank page. “See?”

Logan nods. “Well then, nowhere to go but up.”

Roman blinks as Logan fishes for the notebook he brought with him. “What?”

“Of course, a blank page represents limitless possibility. You can write anything, do anything, change your mind and write something new.” He looks up with a small smile. “Endless potential.”

“…I guess.”

Logan frowns, pausing as he opens the notebook. “You seem upset.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I don’t wanna distract us.”

In response, Logan closes the notebook entirely, folds his hands, and waits patiently. 

“Logan, really, it’s—“ Logan raises an eyebrow— “it’s fine.”

“You are upset,” he says, voice suddenly much softer, “that’s not fine.”

Oh. Roman blinks. “I, um…”

“You can tell me,” Logan continues, still in that soft voice, “I would be happy to help.”

“You…would?”

“Would I offer if the answer were no?”

Roman scratches his arm. “I…guess not.”

“Then please.” He gestures for Roman to continue. “Tell me.”

“I just…it’s stupid.”

“If it’s making you upset, that doesn’t disqualify it as nonconcurring.”

Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’ve just been sitting here for an hour staring at a blank page and I haven’t written anything.”

Logan makes an ‘ah’ sound. “And this is discouraging to you because in the past you’ve had fewer issues coming up with things to write?”

“…maybe?”

“That’s okay, Roman.”

“I know, I know, I’m trying to stay on schedule, but—wait, what?”

Logan actually chuckles at Roman’s surprised face. “I said ‘that’s okay, Roman.’”

“It…is?”

“Yes. We’re ahead of schedule on several projects, this one we don’t need to start for another month or so. And because of the amount of content you’ve been producing lately, it makes sense that your ability to continue producing it at such a rate is diminished.”

Roman fiddles with his hands. “But isn’t that letting everyone down?”

“No, Roman, it isn’t. Of course it isn’t.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Well, it doesn’t make sense to you because you’ve been raised to believe that your worth is entirely dependent on the quantity and quality of work you are able to produce.”

“Wow, don’t pull any punches there, Teach.”

“Sorry,” Logan says, “but it’s true, isn’t it?”

Roman shifts uncomfortably under his gaze. “…maybe.”

“Roman,” he calls, getting Roman to look back up, “you are not here because you can produce work, you produce work because you are here.”

Roman just chews on his lower lip until Logan sighs. But it’s not Logan’s normal sigh of exasperation. It’s…it’s almost fond?

“Tell you what,” he offers after a moment, “let’s create something stupid.”

Roman blinks. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Something stupid,” Logan repeats, tapping the laptop, “don’t think about it. Just write whatever you want.”

“Uh…okay?”

“The point of a first draft isn’t to be perfect,” he says as they shift themselves around, “it just has to exist.”

Roman settles his fingers on the keyboard again. Okay. He can do this. Something stupid. Something fast. Something he doesn’t have to think about. 

Okay. 

“May I borrow a pen?” Logan glances around. “I seem to have misplaced mine.”

Roman’s fingers stutter slightly as he hands one over. 

3. 

Roman stops in surprise when he catches sight of a purple hoodie leaning against the wall next to his door. Especially since he just saw Virgil two seconds ago with strict instructions not to bother him until he came out of his room. 

“Uh, hey,” Roman says slowly, “you…need something?”

‘Virgil’ looks up. “Hey, Princey. Can I crash in your room for a bit?”

“…sure, if you want.”

‘Virgil’ smirks and shoulders open the door, leaving Roman to awkwardly follow him inside, closing the door and watching as ‘Virgil’ gets on his bed. He slumps against the wall and pulls out his headphones, sliding them on over his head and pulling out his phone. He glances up. 

“You gonna stand there all day?”

“Sorry,” Roman says automatically, “I think I, um…I’m just…surprised?”

‘Virgil’ raises an eyebrow. “At what?”

“I dunno, I guess…that you’d want to spend time with me.”

‘Virgil’ quirks an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Roman fiddles with the sleeve of his costume tucked behind his back. “I, um..guess I thought you didn’t like me very much.”

“Well, you’re no saint, Princey.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever claimed to be.”

“But jeez, it’s not like hanging out with you is some chore.” ‘Virgil’ pulls his headphones off his head and nods toward the other end of the bed. “Just sit down, Roman, I don’t like having this conversation with you while you’re standing over there like I’m interrogating you.”

Roman edges closer to the bed. “That’s…new.”

“What, me not wanting to interrogate you?”

“You saying something that honestly and bluntly.”

‘Virgil’ shrugs as he sits down, immediately flopping his head onto Roman’s shoulder. Roman stiffens. 

“Uh—what’re you doing?”

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” ‘Virgil’ turns to look up at him. “Seriously, Roman, are you okay? Do you want me to leave?”

He should say yes. He should tell him to leave, that he’s uncomfortable, that he doesn’t know what’s going on and he doesn’t like that.

He should tell him to put his own face back on. 

But…the weight of the head on his shoulder is…kind of nice. 

“…no,” he mumbles, “you don’t have to leave.”

“Then stop looking like I’m about to kill you.” ‘Virgil’s’ elbow nudges his ribs. “It’s okay, Roman, you can relax.”

Relax. Relax. Okay. Maybe…maybe he can do that. 

He takes a deep breath, with some effort, and slowly exhales again, letting his shoulders slump down as the back of his head hits the wall. ‘Virgil’ hums in approval. 

“There you go. That’s better, right?”

“…mhm.”

‘Virgil’ nuzzles his head a little closer and Roman finds himself wanting to do it back. Why? He’s never been this affectionate with Virgil or ‘Virgil’ before, but…

Cautiously, he rubs his cheek against the top of ‘Virgil’s’ head. His hair is soft. It smells like the shampoo Thomas uses. The weight is…comforting. 

“Hey, Princey,” ‘Virgil’ murmurs back, rubbing his head against Roman’s shoulder, “you with me?”

“…yeah.” Roman shifts a little closer. “This is…nice.”

“I know. ’S why I came in here.” ‘Virgil’ looks up and winks. “You still cool with it?”

“Mhm.”

“Great. You know that new album Joan’s been begging us to listen to?”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna listen to it with me?”

“Yeah. Sure. That sounds fun.”

“Hold on, let me—“ ‘Virgil’ starts to fiddle with the big clunky headphones, and Roman reaches for his earbuds before he realizes it. 

“Here, let’s use mine.”

“Oh, thanks. That’s a good idea.” ‘Virgil’ pops the left one in. “Dunno where I left mine.”

“That’s okay. It doesn’t matter.”

No, Roman thinks as he nestles a little closer to ‘Virgil’ as the first song starts playing, it really doesn’t matter. 

4. 

Roman slices through the last vine and grits his teeth. Sweat pours down his forehead, running into his eyes and making them sting. He swipes angrily at his face and brandishes the sword again. 

Thwack!

Another branch falls and he just manages to duck out of the way before it crushes him. Something snags across his chest and tears with a slow riiiiiip. He swipes a hand across it. It comes away red. He doesn’t care. 

Thwack!

He doesn’t care. He snarls and slices again, the plants spraying around him in a furious circle. Something hits him in the face. He doesn’t care. 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

His arms scream at him to stop and he grits his teeth, ignoring the way that pain shoots along it as he lifts the sword again. 

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Hey, Ro-Bro!”

Roman growls, whirling around to see a figure in green standing there. “What do you want?”

“Hey, you’re the one out here murdering all the fucking plants, I dunno why you’re being like that to me.”

Now, this. 

This is the shoddiest one Roman’s ever seen. The mustache is wrong, the grip on the Morningstar is wrong, even the costume is wrong. Remus doesn’t stand like that. Remus doesn’t talk like that. Remus isn’t here like that. 

Remus is off in his half of the Imagination not giving a single solitary fuck about Roman right now. 

So for this to be here right now, acting like Remus, acting like Roman should be grateful for its presence…

That makes him angry. 

So when it raises the Morningstar—don’t hold it like that, that’s not how he holds it, you’re going to break your wrist—and tries to grin at him, Roman sees red. 

“Come on,” the not-Remus taunts, “don’t you want a real challenge?”

There’s a ringing in his ears, Roman realizes distantly. The Imagination grinds to a halt. He doesn’t even think he’s breathing. The sword is part of his arm, lying at his side, in wait. 

For the first time since entering the Imagination, Roman is in complete and total control of the cold anger curling like a snake in his stomach. 

“Alright,” he says, tone calm and even, “let’s fight.”

He doesn’t wait another moment before he’s on him. 

He acts on instinct. Swipe up, swipe down. Use your shoulders to knock them off balance. Push. Don’t let them have an inch. Keep pushing. Their arms are weak. Don’t let them breathe. Watch for weak spots. Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop. 

But this isn’t how Remus fights. Remus is savage blows and harsh strikes that leave Roman breathless and his arms shaking. This is defensive fighting, quick and effective, never rushed, always getting there at just the right time. It’s infuriating and Roman finds himself slipping, going from calculated blows designed to get through the impenetrable shield to just hacking at it. Hitting harder and harder and harder until he finds purchase with the blade. 

He’s getting sloppier. He’s getting angrier. The anger is getting looser. It’s slipping away. It’s starting to hurt. 

Everything hurts. 

In a flash of green he forgets this isn’t Remus and he can’t hurt Remus, he could never hurt Remus, and he hesitates. 

Which is all the opening needed for his sword to be flung across the clearing and something to shove him roughly to his knees. 

The anger flails, giving way to hurt, hurt, hurt as bruises make themselves known all across his body. His knees are screaming, his lungs are bleeding, and his mouth stays closed. No tears slip down his cheeks as he blinks sluggishly. 

End it, part of him whispers, just end it. End the fight, end the charade, just end it. 

It isn’t Remus that looks down at him there, Morningstar still leveraged against his chest. It isn’t Remus that watches him breathe, uncaring at how the cruel metal digs into his chest as he does. It isn’t Remus that watches the light die behind his eyes. 

It isn’t Remus that puts the Morningstar aside, crouching down and gently calling his name. It isn’t Remus that tucks a hand behind his head and murmurs I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, no, you didn’t hurt me, I’m fine, see? It isn’t Remus that leans down and rests his forehead against his in a rare moment of stillness. 

It isn’t Remus that sits him up, pulling him into a hug and carding his fingers through his hair. It isn’t Remus that whispers don’t give up, we need you, we love you with his cheek pressed against Roman’s cold one. It isn’t Remus that holds him there, soft and firm, without judgment, until the clouds roll away and reveal a glittering night sky. 

But someone does. 

5. 

“And you came to me as anyone but you. You came as Patton to cuddle me and tell me everything was going to be okay, you came as Logan to have a brainstorm when I was struggling to write. You came as Virgil to listen to music with me, you came as Remus to tell me to keep going.”

+1.

7:00: Wake up. 

7:15: Get dressed. 

7:30: Eat breakfast. 

8:00: Brainstorm with Logan. 

9:00: Work on projects that have sat unlooked at for weeks. 

10:30: Give up and watch videos. 

12:00: Drink water because you haven’t moved in hours. 

2:00: Remember that you haven’t eaten lunch and put it off until dinner. 

4:00:

8:00:

10:00:

2:00:

There’s a knock on the door. 

“Mm?”

“It’s me, Roman,” comes Janus’s voice from the other side, “may I come it?”

“Mm.”

“Thank you.” 

Janus opens the door and smiles, closing it softly behind him. “Hello, little prince.”

Roman can’t turn his head to look but his finger twitches. 

“You’ve had a rough day,” Janus says quietly, “haven’t you?”

Roman closes his eyes as Janus’s hand settles gently on his shoulder. 

“Let’s get you something to drink.” There’s a cool glass nudging at his lips. “Drink, little prince.”

Roman opens his mouth and mechanically swallows the water until Janus pulls the glass away. 

“Good job, little prince.” The hand cards through his greasy hair. “If I give you some food, do you think you can eat it?”

“Mm.”

“Let’s try.” A gloved hand takes his and presses something into it. Roman looks down. It’s his favorite peanut butter crackers. He didn’t know they had these. “Can you eat these for me?”

His hands fumble as he opens the packaging and places one in his mouth. It tastes. 

“Good, thank you.”

He swallows one and eats another. He makes it through four before they turn to ash in his mouth. 

“Are you all done?” He nods. “Alright, good. Good job, little prince, good job.”

Roman blinks up at him as he smiles, running his hands through his hair again. 

“Can I coax you into the bath,” Janus murmurs, still touching him like he’s something precious, “or a shower? To rinse off?”

“…I’m gross.”

“I wouldn’t say gross,” he teases gently, “but a rinse-off might feel good, hmm?”

Roman raises his hand to touch his hair and immediately pulls it away. Janus runs a finger from his temple down to his chin, lifting it gently. 

“Can I wash your hair, sweetie?”

“Mhm.”

“Thank you, little prince.” Janus dips down to help scoop Roman into his arms. “Lean on me as you try to stand. If you get dizzy or lightheaded, fall on me or the bed and I’ll lie you down.”

Roman’s grip is white-knuckled as they slowly stand up, most of his weight on Janus, but they manage. Janus coos in his ear as they start to make their way toward the bathroom, saying it’s alright, we’re almost there, you’re doing so well.

The bathroom is the nice one he only uses when he wants to spoil himself. Janus must’ve called it up. He sits Roman on the edge of the massive tub steps and couches down. 

“Why don’t you get undressed,” he prompts, “I’ll run the bath.”

He turns away, giving Roman privacy as he starts to peel himself out of his clothes. There’s a soft splash as water starts running into the tub accompanied by the swishing of Janus’s cloak as he bustles about, getting everything ready. A soft towel is laid next to him for him to wrap himself up as Janus finishes. 

“Here,” Janus says, taking off one of his gloves and reaching for Roman’s hand, “feel the water. Is this alright?”

Janus’s hand is cool. The water is warm. Roman nods. 

“Alright. Here—“ he slowly takes the towel and holds it open like a screen— “there.”

Roman slowly gets in, sinking into the warm water with a long, low groan. The water brushes against the ache in his muscles and soothes it away as he sinks beneath the surface of the water. A bit of the stickiness in his chest gives way. 

The sound of bottles clinking together makes him look. Janus has his sleeves rolled up and his gloves out of the way, waiting patiently. He smiles when Roman makes eye contact. 

“Hello, sweetie,” he murmurs, “can I wash your hair?”

Roman nods, letting Janus take his head carefully in his hands and guide it down, wetting his hair. He cups bits of water in his hand, splashing it over the tops and sides of his head, minding his eyes. He takes some of the shampoo and begins to lather Roman’s hair, movements confident and sure. His hands are cool. 

“You can close your eyes if you want, sweetie,” Janus says when he sees Roman’s eyes starting to droop, “I won’t mind.”

Roman loses himself in the careful strokes across his scalp and the quiet noise of the suds and the water. When Janus dips him back down to rinse it out, his eyes open just slightly to see Janus looking down at him. 

“Hello,” he whispers, “are you okay down there?”

“Mhm.”

“Conditioner next, okay?”

“Okay.”

Janus works the conditioner through his hair, letting it sit for a while as he reaches for a softer washcloth. He dips it carefully in the water and puts something on it. He cups the back of Roman’s head and scoots closer. 

“Tell me if it’s too warm,” he instructs as he begins to clean Roman’s face. 

It isn’t too warm. Janus’s hand is cool on the back of his neck and the cloth is warm and soft and—and—

“Oh, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, pulling the cloth away to take Roman’s face between his hands, “it’s okay. You can cry, it’s alright. I’m right here.”

Janus just holds him, letting him cry and shushing him tenderly, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he wipes away the tears. The bathroom hushes around them, the lights soft and warm. 

The stickiness in his chest washes away as the water laps at him. 

When the time comes to rinse out the conditioner, he can barely keep his eyes open. 

“Come, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, coaxing him up and out of the water, “the bath is no place to fall asleep.”

He’s dried and clothes in pajamas, led across the room to his bed, and tucked in with the covers snugly up to his chin. A hand brushes his cheek one more time as he blinks up at Janus. 

“You can sleep now, sweetie,” Janus says softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, “it’s okay.”

Roman’s tired tongue fumbles around the word stay. 

“You want me to stay?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, sweetie, I’ll stay.” Janus leans down to kiss his cheek, lightly stroking his hand down Roman’s forehead, over his eyelids, down the bridge of his nose. “There. Now, shh.”

Roman falls asleep, warm under his covers, with a cool hand still scratching across his scalp. 

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[annawayne]

(you do write, so you are a writer-writer, and a fantastic one even♡)

ok so for the ask game: 🥺🎢🛒💖🦅🤭🧠(annie) and ✨️

Thank you so, so much, both for asking and for your words T___T

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Oh, yes. This is THAT moment when one character is in danger and another one just is so lost in emotions and feelings. It works for me both in canon and in my writing. I think, that situations like these open up what REALLY a character feels and thinks because this is the question of life and death.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

It's definitely "Bury Me in the Shadows of Spring" because the plot here is emotional damage ™. It's so dense with feelings, so sometimes when I reread my plot outline, I feel like my heart is broken.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I already answered it here, so I'm just referring to this answer :)

💖 What made you start writing?

Oh… I guess, my love for literature in general. I wrote some "original" stuff a long time ago when I was 11–15 years old, and I was really engaged in the process, of how the only power of words building the whole world! Then, I even wrote a whole "original" story when I was 18, it has like…~200k words? (I never published it and never will). It has two parallel plot-lines, one is the diary that describes the events of the past, and the second one is the present. Two lines collide when the "present" one finds the diary, and the mystery of their world becomes larger and larger, heh. The diary line due to some event has no stars and the "endless" night, so it has a lot of reference to the constellations and stars. It's actually called "Through the corridors of stars" (yeah, I love pathetic titles...) But after that, I didn't write anything. When I opened the world of fan fiction back in 2020, all these years I had a will to start writing again, but this time publish it. It took me 2,5 years to overcome the fear and the stupid uncertainty to start writing in English, so here I am!

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Oh, always outline! Before starting BMSS I wrote a whole separate doc with each chapter and key events. Also, I marked some specific details for the chapter structure as Annie's chapters are colorful, it always has a lot of references to the art itself + the title of her chapters is the actual painting title, and the whole chapter in Annie's POV is built around this canvas. In Armin's we have a more lyrical, wordy style, he has more inner reflections. Their mutual POVs chapters have their titles mixed, and so are the styles of their narration :)

As for one-shot, it goes the same way. Key points, some key topics (as I like to choose a few leading topics and to look at them from different angles and POVs).

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

(Author hates it)

This is, the tag. Describes me very well :DDD

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. (Annie)

I always agree about Annie being the one who is struggling to show her feelings properly, but for the same reason, I find her the one who can be incredibly soft once she is certain nobody would hurt her. And also I feel like she is emotionally deprived, so once she learned not only to be the receiver of attention and affection, but also a giver…oh my, this girl will shower you with all these adorable things, but SMALL once, It's not big romantic dates, but mundane and ORDINARY things that, maybe, are even more precious.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

My limit on self compliments is already dead with this answer, but…uhm, Ann, please, calm down and enjoy the process. You're doing great and something that you wanted for so long, be proud of yourself, goddammit :D

[eldritchazure]

just got caught up on the new snw episodes and oh my GODS this is so cool. i’m so excited :DDD

(spoilers under the cut.)

so far the second episode is my favorite. neera is so cool and smart and pretty and right about everything. she’s literally so cool. i loved her final argument in the court scene. it was nothing short of badass. neera was a really compelling character and i hope we get to see more of her!!

una’s backstory was tragic. this episode really said “we’re gonna parallel real-world events and we will NOT be subtle about it” and you know what? as they should.

[broomsticks]

PROUD OF YOU. <3

for the writer ask game:

3, 31, 43

from this fic writer ask game!

:DDD <3

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

no i will not explain further (please mind the tags, esp the first few of these)

Safe by danpuff Bonds by WanderingBandurria no sound, only me and my disgrace by thistlecat Pluto by bikelock28 your three knocks dirgewithoutmusic’s cho & andromeda fics ATYD / TLE / Luna Lovegood and the Forgotten Circle / DYMM

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

dymm!bellatrix was absolutely bonkers to write for! i’ve never had a character with such a mind lol (though also to be fair, i could have tried harder to fight her.) i intended that to be maybe 500 words and G-max-T, but she refused to give me a scene closer after i got the first two thirds out of her sooooo. that’s what happened

no to the second part of this, if only because i’ve been quite one-and-done with these characters and can’t imagine ever posting a multichap let alone a multichaptered WIP!

43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

oh gosh remus fest. have no idea what madness drove me to sign up, and it was SUCH a wonderfully eye-opening experience and introduction to fandom actually. from the chats in the fest server, fic brainstorming and getting to know people, to the highs and lows of actually writing, the collective pre-submission panic, the w a i t i n g for posting, reading, reveals — it was incredibly fun. defffffinitely taught + validated the trust your instincts lesson so many times over hahaha.

thanks for the ask!

[fiercely-raging-writer]

Get ready for A BIG List of books.

The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.K. Clume I can't recommend this book enough. Found family, gay, screw the beaurocracy, a little bit of fantasy, and all around just amazing. Quite literally my comfort book.

Illuminae Files by Amy Kaufman and Jay Kristoff Sci-fi, told via documents. Funny but also action packed. Also a little bit of found family. (the last scene in the third book kills me /pos) Warning for violence and some gore.

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel Idk what you'd call it genre-wise, but possibly the best-written book I have ever read. Gorgeous writing, and a beautiful story. Warning for world-ending plague, so maybe don't read it in early 2020 if you have anxiety. (cough, cough, like i did)

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo My favorite book of all-time, I think. Found family, LGBTQ+ and POC rep, hillarious, amazing plot, incredible characters. Idk how much more i can say, since I think just about everyone has heard about this book by now. Let me just say that the TV show is shit compared to the book.

Viscious by V.E. Schwab (and sequels: Vengeful + ExtraOrdinary) morally grey found family. An AMAZING take on superpowers (you get powers by dying and coming back (heart stops but restarts),and your powers are determined by your last thoughts). MAJOR warning for violence, though. And one animal death.

Ranger's Apprentice Series by John Flannagan Technically middle-grade, but I adore them deeply and they still hold up as entertaining to me now at 18. Lighthearted and quick reads.

Anything by Rick Riordan (if you haven't read Percy Jackson, what are you even doing with your life? /j /lh)

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein Women pilots and special operatives during WWII. Amazing, incredible, still rips my heart out even after ~4 readings.

Okay, there's my huge list of suggestions, adjakdjs. I'm so sorry for making you read all of this. And sorry for it being 99% sci-fi/fantasy, but those are really my favorite genres.

~ Morri 🗡(@memento-morri-writes)

CANNOT thank you enough for all of these omg.

the house of the cerulean sea sounds really REALLY good!!!! i mean it's literally all i love in a book so i will def check it out :DD

and i've heard of illuminae!! it was recommended to me by a close friend, i'm glad to see you've liked it too :D AND it's in the form of documents 👀👀👀 officially intrigued fkjfsjkdjks

[morrigan WHY. would you do that to yourself. smH. i am gently patting your head.]

I'VE READ SIX OF CROWS!!!!!!!!! it was INSANE and it made me so unbearably happy when i tell you i was grinning for the next week after reading the book i'm not lying. and yeah, the show definitely doesn't do it justice. hopefully we'll get more of the crows in the second season 👀

viscious, [you know how many times i typoed that one word. sigh] from what i've heard, sounds AMAZING and also that is a very interesting way to get powers, it's the first of its kind and it's a very cool origin story tbh. also morally gray characters my beloved <33

i haven't read the ranger's apprentice, but i have read the outcasts series by the same author!!! and i remember getting a sneak peak into the first book and being really intrigued. more incentive to read it now :DD

!!!! that sounds beyond cool, and any book that still incites Feels after many rereads is one worth reading.

i have read all of rick riordan's books!!!! it's been ages since i've actually sat down and reread all of them because i read most of them in elementary school [in like second-third grade] and i still remember how i tore through the whole blood of olympus series in like four days. i was obsessed with the riordanverse. to say the least.

no do not apologise!!!! i haven't read enough fantasy for how much i write it and it's one of my favourite genres, and sci-fi, when done well, is right up there with the others :DDD so thank you!!!!! so much!!!!

[nekojetto]

Okay since spiderman/owl house is basically a thing now. What if otto and norman did the enchanting grom dance? 👀

Your art is so good! I can't not ask after what we've already seen 🥺🙌🏼💗✨

Hum... So first... Thanks for your request! x)) So yes... It's basically a thing now! xD

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

And second.... Guys... If you don't see this episode of the owl house GO WATCH IT NOW! It's a very good episode: "Enchanting Grom fright" I rewatched it for this request and I think it's one of my favorite episode!

And finally I only wanted to draw the dancing pose but... I did ten drawing... x,) But I didn't have courage to draw the fight scene sorry /o/ Octoblin... Octoblin college version... Octoblin toh AU... Octoblin college toh AU??? I think I'm super exited for toh season 2B! x,DDD