#trying the craft (mun drabble)

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Birthdays aren't a thing to make a big fuss of in prison, especially for someone like Yancy. It wasn't like he had anyone on the outside who would want a conjugal visit to throw a party. He didn't have anyone to visit him to begin with.

Not that he minded, really. Birthdays were barely an excuse to be celebrated, even as a kid. He could never have a party because it was summer break and families were always away. Even if there was a year that it wasn't the case, his father would simply state that they didn't have the money for anything of that nature.

As a teenager, he stopped asking. Then, after his stint in the gang, he barely got an acknowledgement from his family for his birthday.

Ironically, it was a group of convicted criminals who actually made a birthday something special for him. It had rubbed off Yancy and he was often one of the big instigators for birthday celebrations - though this didn't mean he was fully used to the sentiments being returned.

There was an unexpected downpour that resulted in rec time taking place in cells instead of on the yard. Deciding this was a good time to practice the ukulele, Yancy hopped onto the top bunk and set himself the task of trying to figure out new chords based off diagrams in a book.

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"Hey, are you taking requests yet? Or is it still too soon?" The familiar voice of Shithole Hank snapped Yancy's concentration. The greaser grinned and peered over the railing.

"Aside from 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'? Nah."

Hank laughed. "Maybe next year I can coax you to play a birthday tune. Could be a fun way to have a party, eh?" As the older man stepped into the cell, he revealed a small box wrapped in tissue paper. "Come on, kid. The others are waiting for you."

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Sure enough, the whole gang was waiting in Sparkles McGee and Bam-Bam's cell. The table and chair had been pushed out of the way to give everyone space to sit on the floor. Bam-Bam excitedly gestured to the bottom bunk for Yancy to sit on.

The box that Hank had used as a bribe was nothing more than a decoy. The actual present was a slightly larger box with three tubs of Yancy's preferred hair gel inside.

"Hey, wait, this ain't -"

"Fair?" Sparkles McGee interrupted. "What's not fair about giving a friend a birthday present? Especially when said friend tries to make a fuss for all of us."

"Especially when he's so easy to buy for with how much gel he uses," Tiny added with a small smirk.

"We want to make sure you have a good birthday, even if it's raining too hard to shoot some hoops like we wanted to."

Yancy kept the box in his hands, blinking a few times as a bad attempt to hide the tears that were blurring his vision.

"Youse all is the best, you knows that?" At last, he grinned at the group. "But youse can't say nothing 'bout how I reacted to this."

"Right, right. Because you're tough as nails." Hank stepped past the group, patting Yancy on the shoulder as he made his way toward a hidden bottle. "Who wants something to drink?"

The unanimous cheer was enough to let the good times roll!

[more-than-a-princess]

Happy Munday! I've added quite a few new mutuals over the past 1-2 months and I wanted to take the time to say hello to everyone and share a few guidelines/updates about my blog. If you've been here for awhile, this is probably nothing new for you, but I just wanted to reiterate a few things:

Your mun is old and works in a demanding 9 to 5 job that is anything but 9 to 5. I also just got a raise this past month (a very substantial one! yay!) with a title promotion on the way which will leave me in a more senior role at work with direct reports. In short: During 9 AM - 5 PM EST hours, I usually can't reply to direct messages quickly or participate on the dash.

I write. A lot. Long multi-paragraphs are the norm with the occasional novella and fanfiction-esque drabbles as needed to move the plot along. I never ask writing partners to match my length exactly but I usually can't write with one-liners or single-paragraph posts (unless it's silly dashcomm crack that exists outside of our ongoing threads!).

I tend to use a queue and post once a day for thread replies, more when I have enough replies or starters to queue. I try to space these out between muns who reply within 24-48 hours and muns that take a bit more time to keep me from feeling overwhelmed.

I use small text to conserve space, but multiple spaces between words, underlined text, and colored text are hard for me to read and will delay my replies to you.

If I'm writing with you, I dig your portrayal.

Despair!verse threads are few and far between, and right now, on hold. I reference a lot of what happened during The Tragedy in my post-Despair verse, but Despair!verse content is my least favorite to write.

And a few more notes about interactions/plotting/shipping:

I love memes (sending and receiving them), plotting for long-term storylines, and plotting to write a starter! I do not love being tagged in random starters.

Sonia is a slow-burn muse. Even if she does feel attraction at first sight (aka. Gundham Tanaka), she is not quick to enter a relationship (emotional or physical) or admit feelings. Every romantic ship with her will take time to develop (just ask my mutuals whom I do have existing or plotted ships with!).

Ships are all based on chemistry. And alongside my love with writing with OC and crossover muses, I love writing ships with OC and crossover muses.

If you want to write a ship with Sonia, please send me a message and ask! This is what I do when I feel like there's chemistry between muses and a romantic ship could be interesting to write.

As far as Danganronpa muses go, I do have tiers and preferences for ships with Sonia (I made a list, I'm organized! If there's interest I'll share it), but they all must be based, ultimately, on chemistry with my writing partner's take on their muse.

Smut is not a priority on this blog. If I'm writing smut, it's part of another thread and a larger storyline. I'm not a fan of sharing or sending smut starter memes as they just don't interest me: if I'm writing a sex scene, it's because it's part of larger, often plotted interaction.

If you read to the end, thank you! I appreciate it. I'm slowly getting to my replies as I work on preparing costumes for a convention at the end of the month. Besides writing, cosplay is my other big hobby: I'm planning on bringing 8 outfits and it's a lot of planning, some crafting, mostly panicking (as one does before a con).

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@huiyins what genre do you most enjoy, whether in roleplay, or fiction as a whole? (fantasy, period, superhero, etc.)

is roleplaying the only writing-based hobby you have, or are there other things you like to write?

QUESTIONS FOR MUNS.

10. what genre do you most enjoy, whether in roleplay, or fiction as a whole? (fantasy, period, superhero, etc.) : Oh gosh...I guess I kind of like all? I lean more towards fantasy or even like superhero style. I always liked playing inventors or such characters because the things they could craft was only restrained by their style and what i could come up with! Yuu has been lovely change of pace, I've been trying to keep him as happy go lucky but hiding his own problems. 6. is roleplaying the only writing-based hobby you have, or are there other things you like to write?:

Right now yeah this my only writing space. I dump drabble and thread ideas here with head cannons. I used to like writing fanfics but it kind of trailed off. So rping has a been lovely and really helps keep creativity that I worry I would loose in my current worklife.

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Yancy x Prisoner!Reader - A Victory and a Quick Dance

Good thing about dating Yancy while in prison? You get to see that sweeter, playful side to him that only a handful get to see. Bad thing about dating Yancy while in prison? You can’t dance. Good luck! :D

But if you view yourself as a law abiding citizen… It’s Visitation Day! Go visit Yancy!!

Word Count: 1,444

(inspired by a writing dynamic with a friend of mine where their character stayed in prison after the events of Heist and Yancy is fairly smitten for them.)

TW: Mentions of food in the first half, mentions of injuries in the first half

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It had been raining for several days. When you woke this morning for the first prison call, you discovered the clouds had lifted - not just outside, but in the prison too. The ‘gang’ you were part of (“The Gang”, noun - individuals that were un-associated with criminal organisations who were in for mostly minor offences and had banded together to keep each other safe) had crossed paths with an actual gang (“gang”, noun - a dangerous criminal organisation based in the state Happy Trails was situated in); and there had been an atmosphere Tiny had compared to their recent study of historical cold wars as everyone waited for the tipping point to an actual series of disasters. Through some miracle, it never transpired, and you were quick to discover why.

You spotted Yancy and Jimmy the Pickle in the chow hall as you trudged in for breakfast once the morning routine had been completed. Sparkles McGee was doing his best to help Shithole Hank patch the pair up with a makeshift first aid kit that everyone had chipped together to supply. Though Yancy and Jimmy the Pickle didn’t always see eye to eye, they were a formidable team when they had a common goal. Their own experiences in gangs (and whatever else, they were both vague about their pasts) meant that they could hold their own in any scuffles, and that was a big reason the gang of misfits were normally left alone - as well as being a group that usually avoided causing trouble.

You approached the table with your breakfast tray. The group must have noticed your wince of sympathy a mile away, as Yancy was quick to insist that he was fine. You were immediately unconvinced when Sparkles McGee playfully slapped him on the shoulder and he shuddered in pain. This was emphasised by the blossoming bruise on his cheekbone and the various cuts that were healing nicely. 

“Guess which two knuckleheads managed to clear up the mess we got tangled up in last night?” Shithole Hank sounded like a disappointed dad as he rummaged through the first aid kit.

“Aw, hey, c'mon!” Yancy countered. “It wasn’t that bad. We’s just wanted to have a proper chat with ‘em to try and clear the air before shit really hit the fan. Had to make sure we wasn’t getting involved in shit we don’t got nothing to do with - ow.” Shithole Hank slapped a “Hello Kitty” bandage over Yancy’s bruise. “We didn’t start no fight, right?” Yancy turned to Jimmy the Pickle for support, who grunted in agreement. “See? We didn’t start nothing! But we talked it out all goodo so now we’s back on good terms again. Just like youse said - take one of them deep breaths an’ count to ten instead of getting angry for no reason! I did it!” He was looking at you now with that grin on his face that you had a soft spot for. Yancy patted the chair beside him, encouraging you to sit there instead of on the other side of the table.

“It was one of them misunderstandings, see. Anyone who’s anyone 'round here know not to mess with that group, the one run by Big Rocko. Remember I warned you 'bout him that one time, the guy with a dagger tattooed on his collarbone?” You nodded. “So it turns out that one’ve thems heard a rumour that one’ve us-es was snooping 'round their cells an’ stealing their shit. But when Big Rocko described the thief, it ain’t one of ours! We didn’t get into no fight.”

“Aside from Loverboy here getting angry when Big Rocko said our little Newbie was the thief,” Jimmy the Pickle added, peering over to nod in your direction. Yancy elbowing him didn’t stop him from continuing his teasing, “Got all defensive like a tiny, snappy dog too, swearing up and down that you wouldn’t steal anything until he got a left hook that shut him up.”

“Eh heh, don’t listen to him. Just bein’ dramatic an’ shit. Point is, there won’t be no more trouble and we can finally relax!” That was his cue to snatch up your tiny bread roll, to your immediate protesting. Even if you had part of your breakfast stolen on account of “I worked real hard last night!”, you had to admit that it was nice seeing Yancy acting like himself again and not a stressed out senior of the group trying to set matters straight.

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———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Peggy

PRONOUNS: she / her / 

ZODIAC SIGN:  Aquarius 

TAKEN OR SINGLE: single, but talking to people here & there

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

You know Triston from Yugioh Abridged?? I can do a solid impersonation of his voice. It started out just as me and my sister joking around, but we were pretty shocked when I did so good at doing his voice. The voice of super strength. 

I’m studying to be a professional animator & storyteller! And I’m applying for summer internships left and right. Kind of stressful, but at least I’m doing what I love.

I’m a cosplayer! I’ve got almost 8 homemade or purchased cosplays under my belt. It’s really fun & I love dressing up as characters. 

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

so i can’t really say I’ve been roleplaying since 2013, but I had a young Elsa & Vanellope blog waaaaay back in 2014. Yata, yata, stuff happened & I dropped tumblr for a while. Then Sing came around in 2017 and I hopped right back to it! I’m super thankful for everyone being patient with me in my earlier years. Especially when I wasn’t the best writer, but I think I’ve gotten much better over the years! I’ve also written a few drabbles just for myself to learn character mannerisms and stuff. But heck! I’d say 5 years of experience is pretty great!

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

 I’m always more attracted to male muses than female muses. I’ve been trying to balance it out, but male muses are where I thrive! It might be because I was cast in way more male roles in theater productions, or because male characters are (unfairly) better written than most female characters. But apart from gender, I really get attached to dad characters, characters with abandonment issues, characters with repressed feelings, and all around goofball characters. I try to stay away from IRL horror stuff, but things like Hazbin, Helluva, & Villainous don’t bother me too much. I can handle cartoons. 

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF: fluff! who doesn’t love it! More present on my blog than it used to be tbh and i’m really happy about it! I love all the silly & fun character interactions I’m getting now-a-days. 

ANGST: absolute sucker for it!!! I could do angst all day tbh, I love, conflict between muses, or hurt/comfort, or really anything. Long paragraph angst is something I absolutely adore. It’ll never get old

SMUT: definitely more comfortable with it than I used to be! Though it’s still rare here, I’m getting more comfortable with writing sexy time headcanons & the occasional sexy ic stuff. Of course, it’s is a solid line of only writing it with muns im comfortable with. 

PLOT / MEMES: I can and will come into your IMs and yell multiparagraph headcanons at my friends. Plotting is WHERE IT’S AT my dudes. I have plots with my mutuals that we haven’t even written out yet publicly, but they are there and I love them so very much. I love crafting whole-ass stories in IMs. As for memes! Heck yeah I love memes!! I’m not very good at sending them, especially to people I haven’t interacted with in a while, but I’m gonna try to get better at it. But my inbox is ALWAYS open for memes.

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😉 ; Are there any ships for your muse that you enjoy, or ships that you would like to see happen? 😳 ; What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc.🙄 ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr? 😠 ; Is there anything you dislike about your muse? ☹️ ; Do you have any insecurities about writing and/or interacting with other people?😮 ; What is your favourite thing about your muse?😍 ; Is there anyone who inspire

Munday Meme Part 1Send a Symbol@heartbxnd

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😉 ; Arethere any ships for your muse that you enjoy, or ships that you would like tosee happen?

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Shippinghas always been fun for me, and Ihave always enjoyed the experiences I have had regarding the pairs I havegotten the pleasure of writing over the years. Regarding ships for Hikari that I enjoy? It’s not a canoncharacter ship by any stretch of the imagination – but I deeply adore the shipbetween me and my friend Red (@xhentai-man / @redicidium). Jay and Hikari still sit very, very dear within my heart, andregardless how many other dynamics we create for hers and mines characters – the two of them stand out as the original OTP of this blog.–Regarding ‘canon’ ships? (Aka, Hikari’s Main verse/Pokémon verse).I have always enjoyed the dynamic of villains/anti-heroesand protagonists – and I neverreally thought myself to get that, given that there a lot of… Well, let’s say there’snot a lot of respect for charactersthat are developed beyond their ten year old canonical counterparts. (And I do realize there’s good reason for itat times, and that Hikari isn’t exactly a shining example – as she is, in mindand body, still a teenager.) But, well, I have been proven a bit wrong with that, haha.

So, Archer and Hikari (@executive-geneticist) is a ship I’m looking forward to seeingdevelop as time goes on, and it’s a ship that I enjoy greatly – even if notmuch has been built around it as of yet, beyond small mentions of things.

(Then, of course, there’s the ships I havegotten to write with friends on the side, or through drabbles. You can countyourself in this category, Vani ;v <3)

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😳 ; What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e.a particular plot, a character, etc.

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Surprisingly, the people that I have really wanted to write with, I have gotten the chance to write with. If allthose experiences, at the end of the day, was enjoyable? Well, noteverything can pan out in your favor. But, most of them have left me feeling happy, and were great experiences.(And truly, most of these haven’t ended –and I still talk to these people as often as the opportunity presents itself.)–Plots that I would like to do is abit harder to give a true answer to,as I have so many things that I wantto write, but most likely won’t. I would love the chance of having a threadwith Hikari’s father, regarding his ‘healing’crafts of which he left his family behind to pursue. Yet I realize that it’s a bitimpossible, given where his storylays in this moment – and that I need to move him forward in his timeframe, ifI want to have interactions that would be genuinely interesting.

Other thingsare just… To get to try more different themesof interactions, be they adventurebased or something else entirely. Igreatly enjoy world building withinthreads, and so that’s something I will always jump on to work through with awilling partner, should the chance present itself. (This goes for character development as well – as it’s wonderful to getto share that experience with a writing partner.) AU’s, of course, are greatfuntoo – and I really want to do paranormalrelated threads, because they seem like they would be a lot of fun. Themes differ,and I do have ideas for severalthings regarding hauntings, possessions or… anythinglike it.–I just haven’t gotten the chance to write it with anyone, or present it tosomeone who I could do a true thread with… Ifthat makes sense?

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(Eye roll emoji) ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr?

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You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you Vani?

This will strictly be about the rp side oftumblr, rather than the website as a whole:

Alright so…I’m sure this happens in any forumfor roleplay, but it’s something I have personal only noticed, since joiningthe tumblr rpc this past year. –Thread hoarders should really reconsider how they treat theirplatform. What I mean by that, is that it appears that people don’t see a limit to how many starter calls they will put up, how many calls for attention they give, so that they get piled up with things they need to do that – I suppose – makes them feel busyand important?A simplification of the matter, yes,but it’s always easier to understand things when they are simplified so… give me abreak. Lol.

Aka – it’s stupid of you to put out starter calls, or plotting calls, inbox callsor whatever you may do, when you KNOWthat you have 10+ threads and requests for starters sitting in yourdrafts. Because, y’know where that eventuallyleads you? You make a post that you’re goingto drop half of them, and only keep the interactions that you care about (often with friends – which isn’t bad mindyou)…. Only to then, in the samebreath, ask for more interactions.–As though you couldn’t understand WHY you had to drop things in the firstplace.

THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH HAVING A FEWINTERACTIONS AT A TIME! Seriously… I personally can’t handleit, if I have more than a few threads going at one time – and often the threadsI have are ‘demanding’, as I write a lot. Which is the way I like it, but that’s beside the point… Peopleneed to know their limits, and understand that it’s pretty shittybehavior to either ask for a starter that you KNOW you’ll never get to, or to promise starters and replies thatyou never intend to do.

It’s even shittier, if you can’tmessage the person who wrote something for you to let them know that you’re not actually feeling thethread/starter you two have together. Seriously… Trust me when I say thatthe people that you reject along the way will be happier that you were honestwith them, rather than leaving them in the dirt without messaging them back.

We all makemistakes, and I’m not perfect in these things either… But I know my limits.

Just.Please stop.

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😠 ; Is there anything you dislike about your muse?

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I alwaysfind questions like this hard to answer – even if the givenquestion asks for something I like about my muse. Because, of course I like my muse – and ofcourse there’s things I don’t like about my muse. But it’s hard to point them out, as often youview your characters through a bit of rose-tinted glasses that are hard to lookbeyond.–Just… Simply regarding Hikari as a person?She really holds grudges againstcertain people, yet can’t stand up against them. She is weak in so many ways, beit physically or mentally. Yet it’s not something that seemingly affects her inher ability to function. Hikari willinglyblinds herself to some things, and indulges herself far too much in others. And it’s hard to explain these things, as it allhas to do with context – but Hikari has many flaws within her personality and behavior,and I do hope that, in general, it showsin my writing regarding her.

Other thanthat…. From a mun/writer perspective? Girl is taxing as hell- pfft. I don’tdislike it about her, as I really do enjoy writing her – and its reallyall I do in my spare time, when given the option to. Seriously- my mind spins around with scenarios andideas regarding Hikari and her world constantly, and I can’t shut it the fUCK UP. But it can be mentallytaxing sometimes.

Somethingthat I combat by simply… turning my focusto any of my other characters, haha.

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☹️ ; Do you have any insecurities about writing and/or interacting withother people?

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Oh, absolutely! Though some of my fears haveleft me, as time has gone on, some still lingerand are seemingly… impossible to movepast. I do realize that, anyone that has ever talked to me for any longerthan a few minutes via privates chats can tell you that I’m,,, awkwardas hell. And I’m greatly aware of this fact, and it really doesn’thelp me in feeling as though I’m notan annoyance, or like I don’t say oddthings. I don’t know if it’s me having trouble coming into my own skin andfeeling confident in my thoughts and feelings, or excitements for certainthings – or if I’m truly socially inept haha. Either way – regarding characterinteraction… I, in general, just always stress about my writing. Thatit’s not as good as I would want itto be, that the starters I write for people lackdirection (even though they don’t appearthat way to me) and just… simplethings like that. If my way of writing is hard to read, if it’s toomuch, if Hikari is as flat as aboard and I just think that Ihave developed a decent character out of a protagonist that lacks anything besides appearance and the strengthyou give them along the way.

Just, y’know…casual such things.

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😮 ; What is your favourite thing about your muse?

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See theabove answer regarding what I dislike about my muse. It’s just… such a hard question ;;

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😍 ; Is there anyone who inspires you or that you look up to?

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My biggest writing inspiration to this day,and who has really changed the way I write for (hopefully) the better – is themangaka Asano Inio. Specifically, though it’s not the only work of his that I deeply enjoy and take inspiration from, Oyasumi Punpun. Just… Though its imagery,rather than written work where you have to imagine it all on your own, thingsare just told in such a beautiful manner – I feel I just have to capture those elements within my own writing.And I do really hope that I do itjustice, or that I can get at least even a fractionof a thousand closer to being as goodas him at telling stories and build characters that feel real. It’s a big reasonfor why I don’t try to (or subconsciouslydon’t) shy away from things thataren’t pretty regarding mycharacters. Let them have horrible, horriblethoughts – let them fail and do thingsthat are wrong. It makes them feel all the more real, or at least to me. Take inspiration from places that I havebeen, imagery that stuck out aboutthem and find the small things inlife to focus in on, that makes it all feel like a dream. Be they the way raindrops off a leaf that has fully come into its own, vibrant spring color – or the way rain sounds against wooden boardson a late summer evening.

That’s what Asano Inio has inspired me to do, and I am so grateful to have found his work.

…. Now, of course there’s people within thiscommunity that inspire me as well – and I do feel I can tag them, as all ofthem are friends of mine who I enjoytalking to both in just private, and ic. These are not the only people I enjoy writing with or for – but they are people whose writing I really enjoy, and I treasure beingable to write and talk with:

@xhentai-man, you soviet scum <3 ;v you know i love everything we do@the-executives-stratagem, plotting with you is sO great and I love everything that we have going <3@executive-geneticist, you’re a joy to talk to, and your writing is engaging as hell and just… yes plz@puffyhat-kotone, best Lyra in the world I adore her with my whole heart, good wife best wife!!@magicmagikarp, out here bringing me high quality material and writing 10/10 would recommend 

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     [ Hey y’all! So uh...while this iteration of my dinky blog isn’t three years old, I have been lurking around this site in total (for RP) for three years now, as of...technically yesterday, eh heh. And good golly there has been a LOTTA growth since then. My muses and I have come a looong way, in regards to writing, editing, and getting to know so many people over the course of three years. Some have come and gone, and some have stayed...though few since those beginning days when Sylvie had NO idea what they were doing, ha!

     And though I’ve only recently gone through my second revamp, there’s still a gaggle a’y’all that have stuck around. Some even from those very beginning days. So, I’d like to take a minute to just...gush about some of ya, cuz you’ve made being in this community fun, welcoming, and honestly like a second family to us. While I don’t have time to ramble about EVERYONE, I’m gonna do my darnedest to do as much as I can, and just...say thank you for making me able to stay this long, and have as much fun as I’ve had. It means the world to me <3

     Now, on to the ramblin’! Under a cut, cuz...it’s probably gonna get long xD Still, I’ll try to be brief so it doesn’t get too out of control, lmao ]

     [ The Fam Jam ]

     So these are the peeps that have stuck by me through thick, thin, and many blog changes xD Those who have consistently interacted with us, and have developed amazing bonds between muns and muses alike. <3

@13lilypetals - Little sib Ghost. Fellow SH trash. Also a multimuse juggler. You’ve been someone who’s become a close friend, wonderful RP partner, and a great member of the community as a whole. Keep up the awesome work!

@ascxndinggg Matt, my son, darling baby boy =P With such a creative, intelligent mind, wonderful diverse muses, and one of the few things keeping me sane both on this hellsite, and in life in general. Love you bud.

@duckbuttavenger / @cutelittlemuffins / @straycatanbu Sanjiii, such a sweetheart. I love your beans, and I love you! You’re always a blast to write with, even if we know some muses better than others. They’re all 11/10!

@despairinghxpe / @masterofwar Phoenix, omg I’m so glad you’re back. I’ve had some of my most in-depth threads with you and your boyos. I always look forward to your replies. And you’re such a darling - always a joy to talk to ooc about our beans!

@gentlegraceful-and-fatal Dani, I know you’re not on much anymore, and I hope life’s not kickin’ your butt too hard. You put so much love into your muses, and I love when they interact with mine. Here’s hoping you can creep around more soon enough x3

@frogprinceus / @redlineoffate / @red-winged-hero-hawks Omg Mitsuki where do I even start with you xD You have such a wonderful cast of muses, so many of which have bonded so wonderfully with mine. I always enjoy our interactions, no matter what combo of beans!

@flakclad I know you’re not on too much anymore Rhi, but I still love your boys (tho I think this is the only one I’m currently following after remaking, whoops). You give them such wonderful personalities, and I love writing with them any day of the week.

@yukaikokoro Another OC bean! Star oh my goodness, you’re such a great friend and writing partner - you let me drown you in all my OG verse shenanigans, and I love it xD

@twojackalsandahedgie Apricot! I’ve stalked you around through a few blogs now, haha! You’re such a sweetheart, and your muses are great. I can’t wait to see how your blog takes shape once it’s even MORE of a multimuse!

@hotmessofmuses I’ve loved all our threads, Bailey - you write all your muses so well, and I’ve been so psyched to get to interact with them, especially in the famjam verses. It’s so much fun. And good luck with all you’re doing irl!

@roaringxflames Lief dear, I know you’re not active much anymore, but I just want you to know I’ve enjoyed all of our interactions, here and on other bloggus. I hope life is treating you well, and you find greener pastures in new fandoms :3

@cinderspewed / @bitebxck Oh goodness Verona, you’re just! Such a cool person, and your muse is so dynamic and intriguing and drives my marshmallow nuts xD I hope school isn’t crushing your soul too badly, haha! Good fortune, friend!

@kyuuzuchiha / @thebubbledome / @xkaekox BOOOOO I LOVE YOUR BEANS. I know that feel about having trouble writing/catching up lately, but! No matter your pace, we love writing with you, and I hope you find your groove soon!

@quiet-kunoichi Ahaha, Jack, another fellow OC bean. I love your muse. I think you know that but just to be sure, lemme say it again. And you’re great. You’re both great. I love ya. And I hope you’re well!

@abyssaldespair Meeeg...your boyo has stolen my gorl xD We’ve had so many shenanigans since we met I can’t count them, but gosh you’re so fun to write with, and even tho you’ve abandoned me (jk, jk), I still love writing our babbs in drabbles. I will sink with this ship xD

@wanderingmelodies MEEEY I know you’re super swamped but I hope you know I love ya and your beans and I hope you get your zine work done! Good luck and stuff, and hopefully life lets up for you soon, dear!

@multicanon-rp Bruh, I love your Itachi (and I’ve seen snippets of your other beans, they’re great!). It’s been so much fun to see him and Ryū get to know each other from that initial drama. I love writing with ya!

@hushedsunflower *squints at* Who even is this nerd? Oh right, you’re the one responsible for me even being here! Not to mention one of my oldest friends, nbd =P I love your Hina, and I’m glad you’ve gotten back into RP, my friend~

     [ The Inspirations ]

     These are the ones I’ve maybe not RPed with as much as I’d like, but who inspire me to be better in my writing, my lore creation, and characterization! <3

@hyugainterior / @clanburden Your storytelling skill just...blows my mind, holy smokes. Though I miss bits and pieces, your narrative on HI has been enrapturing, and I always try to catch all the drabbles. I never know what’s gonna happen next, but I can’t look away - it’s like a beautiful, horrible car crash! With Hinata in the driver’s seat!

@sennenryuu / @raikirisms N, your OC is just...so amazingly in-depth. As someone who adores making lore and characters, yours has been one I’ve looked up to since being introduced to your blog. And don’t even get me started on your Kakashi, or how beautiful your art is, my goodness. I love it all!

@houndnin / @mactabilis A blast from the past! I know you’re uber busy so you prolly won’t see this, but omg your muses are the bee’s knees. Another well-crafted OC, and an awesome take on Kakashi. Definitely a blog that inspires me to keep improving!

@masshirohebi Oh goodness, this blog is one I’ve looked up to for a long time. You write Orochimaru so beautifully. They’re so intricate and full of life and detail. Your replies are so well put-together, it always blows me away. I know our interactions have been brief, but I’ve enjoyed them so much!

     [ The Neat Beans ]

     Those on the ‘outer fringe’ - maybe we’ve poked at each other’s muses once or twice, but we’re still workin’ on getting muses to know each other - here’s to more! <3

     ~*~ @silverfaxg ~*~ @ketsuekki ~*~ @i-minato-chan ~*~ @kotoanatsukami ~*~ @crackuzu ~*~ @the-younger-umino ~*~ @origami-goddess ~*~ @inumbratte / @willsoffire / @leafstruck ~*~

     [ The Lurkers ]

     And last (but certainly not least), the beans I’ve not really talked to, but appreciate for bein’ around nonetheless! Never be afraid to say hi <3

     ~*~ @betterhealing ~*~ @tennome ~*~ @hiramekxrei ~*~ @tentaiiled / @sandsharrk ~*~ @dirt-ninja ~*~ @strengthwilled ~*~ @silentyoru ~*~ @blossomfury ~*~ @inotheflower ~*~ @cxmpetitivecaptain ~*~ @malacusleana ~*~ @granddiviner ~*~ @avengeriiism ~*~ @xchidoriisms ~*~

     All right, I really hope that’s everyone - my following list is still rather short after the move, so I wanted to at least give everyone a mention and a lil thank you. Here’s to another three years, fates allowing! Thank you all again for your support - it means the world <3

[theauthorlives]

Monologue - Father's Day

"One, two and -"

"One, two and -"

The grumbling from the greaser was reminiscent of musical timing as the bounces from the small ball hit the wall, the floor, and landed back in his hand.

It was Visitation Day, and Yancy had intended to spend the free time in his cell, armed with just a tennis ball that one of the guards had snuck in for him to borrow today. He sat on the bottom bunk and, after pushing the small table aside, had a clear aim of the wall opposite him. A half-hearted throw was more than enough to hit the wall, yet still provide enough momentum to give a bounce high enough for him to catch it.

"One, two and -"

"One, two and -"

By right, the tennis ball was contraband, but the older staff knew that today was an exception:

Visitation Day fell on Father's Day.

It happened every year. For many prisoners, it was the one day they looked forward to most in the summer. Fathers were permitted to have a longer time with their kids, and they were brought out to the main rec yard that was specially decorated for families to spend time together. It was a positive aspect of the rehabilitation process, Warden Murder-Slaughter had once explained. If a father could see the life he was missing out on, it would give him motivation to work toward parole and making a better life for himself.

(Of course, he also insisted the same on Mother's Day, although that fell on the second Sunday of May.)

Yancy was not the only prisoner in Happy Trails with a difficult family life. However, he was the only one presently incarcerated for murdering his parents. Not only that, this was the only day that he needed the extra eye on him.

Mother's Day was fine. He could make a passing gesture to mark the day and then bury his head in other tasks for the rest of the day.

But Father's Day...? That was always a difficult one, even from childhood.

--

--

"Now then, class. How is everyone doing with their Father's Day cards?"

A cacophony of excited chattering rose up in the room as all the 8 year olds tried to get their teacher's attention. Using a design on the board as inspiration, they were all encouraged to draw them and their dad or male guardian doing something they enjoy together. Some children drew sport scenes, others drew people playing video games, others even drew them walking a dog together.

One child still had an empty page, and this caught the teacher's attention. She walked over and gently tapped the child on the shoulder.

"You struggling to come up with ideas?" Her voice was soft as she crouched down to the boy's eye level.

"Mmm... Yeah..." He didn't lift his head to look at her. Instead, he was focused on arranging his colouring pencils into shapes.

"Well... What have you and your father done lately?" The teacher knew it was going to be a difficult answer. This child in particular had been uncomfortable with the topic of Father's Day, but nothing was on his record about a bad family life. If anything, the principal's only comment was that the father was particularly stern about his son's so-called laziness.

(The teacher wanted to argue that the boy did genuinely struggle in some areas, but she was in no position to overrule either her boss or the child's parents.)

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Don't do anything at home."

Ordinarily, the teacher would try to prompt further suggestions from her students, but she couldn't shake her hunch that this would be a bad idea. "Well, why don't you write 'Happy Father's Day' in bubble writing?"

It wasn't an ideal solution, but he couldn't go home empty-handed.

-

The house was buzzing with activity as the whole family arrived for Father's Day. Only the little boy and his older sister still lived at home, and the older two had moved out for lives of their own. They all sat around the kitchen table, drinking coffee and chatting about recent happenings.

The youngest sat on the bottom step, holding the hand-drawn card tightly with both small hands. Nerves had crinkled the page, and panic in trying to fix it only resulted in a small tear on the back. He didn't want to do this, but his teacher had said it had been so nice that anyone would like it.

And if she meant that, well... Maybe his dad would like it.

"Hey... Pa?"

He had shuffled into the room, wincing when everyone turned around to look at him. having five adults and teenagers giving you their full attention was nothing short of terrifying. But he had made it this far, he couldn't back down now. "Happy Father's Day. I made you this." The card was presented with both hands.

Sure, it wasn't as pretty as the cards that were bought, but there was still time put into it. There was no present either, but his mother never asked if he wanted to go to the store to buy anything.

(He was eight years old. It wasn't like he had a lot of money to his name.)

Silence.

His father skimmed the card and placed it on the table in the span of ten seconds.

"Is that everything?" A monotonous question broke the awkward silence. Yancy peered up, wide-eyed, at his father.

"I-I, uh, I don't have anything else -"

"Good. Go back to your room."

"Yes, pa."

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, in the hope that someone would comment on his card.

"He did a good job with that card. The colouring's getting better." The sound of the sister closest in age could be heard.

"He forgot the apostrophe in 'Father's'."

Ah. Of course the only comment his father would make was finding the flaws. He didn't know why he bothered waiting to hear. Disheartened, he trudged back upstairs and climbed into bed. What else was worth doing today after that?

--

--

"One, two and -"

"One, two and -"

The rhythm had increased. He was throwing the tennis ball faster. Every year as a child, he had tried to do something that he father might actually like. It was never good enough. At least his mother could lie and pretend she liked the art project he had to make in school.

"One, two and - and..."

He caught the ball, and his grip tightened on it. The urge to fling it at full strength and break something nearly consumed him, but he managed to pull himself back at the last moment.

"Fuck."

The tennis ball dropped on the drop as he fell back into the bottom bunk. He couldn't stick being alone today, but there was no one he felt comfortable spending the time with.

"Fuck this..."

[theauthorlives]

five times stayed:      ( five times the receiver stayed with the sender ) for yancy and his abandonment issues? :3c

@frxgments-of-frxgments

Five Times Drabbles (Accepting, but slow.)

-

It seemed like an obligation more than anything at first. Instead of spending time with the Gang, Yancy had instead opted to use his rec time keeping the curious inmate company. Chains, as Yancy had started calling them, was bemused, but never made an active effort to send them off. Did they want his company and refuse to say otherwise?

It didn't matter. Yancy sat with his back to the wall and his hands cushioning the back of his head as he hummed a tune to himself. Eventually, there was a tap on his leg.

Don't you have anything better to do?

"Nope."

Yancy closed his eyes, his hummed tune briefly turning staccato with a brief laughing accompaniment. He didn't need to see the way Chains' expression scrunched up.

-

Two days until their parole hearing.

Chains had their nose in every legal book they could get their hands on. They had been assembling a damn good case to get them out of prison, along with a plan for calling Happy Trails out on their casual use of solitary for unnecessary punishments.

Even if it was rec time, they had taken all their notes outside and single-handedly claimed a picnic bench. The sports-watchers-club who normally took that spot were angry at first, but let it slide when they realised what the topic was. Parole hearings were a big deal for everyone.

Well, everyone except Yancy.

He was sitting on the opposite side of the bench. One foot rested on the ground, while the other was on the seat. This allowed a knee to be high enough to rest his arms and chin on as he looked aside. Chains' eyes were on their notes, but even if they lifted that gaze to check on him, they would be unable to see his face.

"You two wanna take a break and shoot some hoops?" Bam-Bam had the basketball in his hands, holding it as though trying to make it irresistible. Unswayed, Chains simply waved a hand of dismissal in his general direction so they could keep studying.

What got them to stop studying, however, was the low "Nah, thanks though" from the man opposite them. It wasn't like Yancy to refuse that offer.

As curious as the matter was, they didn't have time to dwell on it. There was a more important matter at hand.

-

It wouldn't be long before they could leave this place for good. Chains had already begun to pack their measly possessions while writing Mark a "where the hell are you" letter. They wanted him there on the day they got out. If they hadn't seen him since he was punched through that wall, then he must be a free man by now.

On the top bunk, Yancy stayed. He didn't say a word. He didn't really speak much when it was just the two of them in the cell. Sometimes, he looked as though he was going to speak, only to shake his head and pull back. They had tried getting it out of him, but he was tight-lipped.

They hoped he wasn't sick. He wasn't leaving the cell unless he had to, and he didn't like being there alone.

Their hand hesitated over the pen they were about to lift as their head turned toward the beds. He was lying on his side, his back to them. Maybe he was getting some rest. Maybe they'd ask Shithole Hank to bring Yancy to the nurse.

(They wouldn't see how he held a pillow tight as he tried to hold back the panic of being forgotten about by someone he trusted.)

-

(Panic attack warning)

Go away go away goaWayIdon'twantYouheRE-

Hands shot out, roughly shoving a figure in front of them. It gave enough space for them to drop down and curl into a ball.

Everything was so fragile. It would all break apart in a moment. One moment bled into another, and another, and death and death and death followed them wherever they went.

So much blood on their hands. They could scrub them until their skin was raw but the blood would never lift.

And no one knew the truth of the Captain. They should be stripped of their awards. Disgraced in public. Sent to an execution chamber.

But what would that matter?

They already died. And died. And died. And died. And died.

Would being executed again be any different? What if it all reset? What if that crystal was embedded in their skin again and everyone forgot all over again? Fire on the bridge! No oxygen! Rebelling turrets! Leaking cryo! Burning Reactor! Unstable -

A weight draped over their shoulders and upper back. Warmth. Two smaller pressures on their shoulders.

"Come back to me. Youse is okay."

There was a voice. It was calm and gentle, despite the rough edge to it. Despite the shove and the shouting and screaming... Yancy had stayed in the room? But why? They'd killed him so many times by their own mistakes and blunders. Did none of that matter?

(Of course it didn't. This one didn't know anything!)

"You're okay..." His left hand rested on their cheek so his thumb could rub small circles against their skin. It was something new to focus their scattered thoughts on. "Yeah... That's it. Breathe with me, an' we's is gonna get you back here. Back to the now, where nothing's happening. Youse ain't in space no more. Youse is back home."

Home... They were, weren't they? The energy that had been coursing through their veins in a surge of distress had faded, leaving them feeling weak. But not to worry, Yancy was still there, offering support to keep them together.

They slumped forward into the familiar embrace of the greaser. They were okay.

-

(Bonus AU!)

You can't stay in here.

"Gimme one good reason why I can't!"

This isn't your class.

"And?"

Don't you have class right now?

"Nope. Free period."

The young rebel stuck out his tongue at the music student. He had pulled over a chair so he could watch Jay play the piano. These moments were ones he treasured. After all, no one else amongst the squares saw Yancy as a person. Just Jay. And if he needed to be square to earn everyone else's approval, Yancy would do it - except for the fact Jay say they liked him the way he was.

Their argument was cut short as they both caught the sound of Mark and his friends chatting down the corridor, coming toward the music room.

Window. Open. Go!

"I got a better idea!"

Immediately, he got up and bolted... Away from the window... And into the... Closet?

Oh no.

Of course, it was the one cupboard that wouldn't be opened during the class, but now Yancy was trapped in a small space with no way out for the next hour. He was completely going to regret that but... At least lunch was after this. They could find a reason to hold back and check in on him.

[theauthorlives]

For the first week since her arrival, Hina refused to step outside once the sun set. She felt anxious, fearful that things could be over before they began. Gods weren't supposed to reside in the earthly realm and continue their duties from afar. But for those who ruled over the night and day, they could travel. Would he be looking for her? He clearly didn't want her there anymore - all doubts had been erased throughout the meeting.

("It's fine that you can be petty to my wife, but it's not okay to be petty to me."

"It's just shaving cream - you don't need to help, you've done much worse")

Reaching out and talking to her neighbours did help alleviate the loneliness. The elderly couple in the house with the pale blue door were particularly sympathetic to her and would check in often. It was a distraction, and proof that humans were still good despite everything that happened.

On the eighth evening, she waved them off and risked a glance upward. It was overcast. Maybe, for once, she could risk stepping outside. An umbrella could help her hide if needed if she was caught in a shower as she walked.

Hina knew she couldn't keep herself trapped indoors after her duties. Centuries of self-imposed isolation had led to this. It wouldn't be good for her to spend all this time alone and fearful. With her hair tied up and no makeup, she might pass.

The fresh air helped. It was crisp, with a breeze just strong enough to give a little push, like it was encouraging her to step out of the boundaries she set and find meaning in life beyond her duties. But as she reached the bus stop, the clouds parted.

She had chosen a quiet area to live, the edge of a suburb. It went against her initial choice of a central, urbanised location, but that was the point. But in choosing a quieter place, Hina didn't realise that there would be less light pollution, leading to her discovery that the night sky was covered in stars, like the time Fun had accidentally knocked some confetti across Day's good throw while decorating with Purity. Stars were not a strange sight for her, but seeing them like this...

("I wish I could show you. My stars spread out as far as the eye can see. No human is ever truly alone. Even if they don't believe in me, they can see that the stars keep them company when the hours are at their quietest.")

A tear slipped down her cheek as her eyes remained mesmerised by the sky. The sight should sicken her. She should want nothing to do with this. But this was the night at its finest, and how it sparkled like the moments of excited conversation she used to share with Night.

She missed him, but she would never again have what they shared. All she would have are the stars, and that somehow eased the pain a little. She would never truly be alone with the stars overhead, right?

[theauthorlives]

When you think of what the day might be like, you imagine someone lively and vibrant; perhaps even somewhat silly. You picture someone active, someone who runs around to cram as much as they can in a limited amount of time. She is nothing like that.

She is watchful. Silent. Her posture is straight, and though she does not tower over you, you feel small in her presence. Yet you feel warmth in her voice. She is not intimidating. Rather, she is reserved.

Though the daytime is when the humans are most active, it is a busy time. They are a diurnal species. They work, they travel, they farm, they learn. Daylight allows them to complete their necessary tasks without the dangers of the unknown lurking in the darkness. The modern perspective of more people being able to relax and enjoy the daylight is a fairly modern phenomenon. She is not used to that yet, unused to the concept of relaxing and having fun.

(The only one who may have been able to help with that was the one she saw the least.)

She is golden, like royalty. Sophiscated, yet sleek. She does not make an effort to stand out from the crowd, but she does not make an effort to blend in. She can't afford to.

She keeps her distance for she is not the most outgoing. It's easier for her to keep to the point as she could never fully relax and enjoy her existence when she was once of the youngest deities. Now, she is considered one of the eldest, and she has to be responsible and set a good example, just like a sensible parental figure ought to. They are gods, but it is not about them and what they can gain. It is about balance, and that sometimes means needing to make the unpopular choices because it is the right thing to do.

But do not be afraid. She does not mean to intimidate you, nor does she want to. She cares. She wants the best for you.

[theauthorlives]

It’s a quiet afternoon in the prison. Most prisoners are in the yard for rec time, but Yancy and some of the gang are in the canteen. While Bam-Bam and Sparkles McGee squabble over their card game, Yancy’s focused on his ukulele and a notebook. He’s been writing music again. Lately, he’s had dreams of space, and some sort of danger in all that. Of course, everything is absolutely fine, but it got him thinking - if it was the end, would he be okay with it?

The music itself currently consists of simple chords as he hums the melody quietly to himself. The last thing he wants is to accidentally distract the others from their game, but it isn’t long before they’re peering over his shoulder at what he’s working on.

“ ‘The Last Goodbye’?” Bam-Bam frowned, “Not exactly an uplifting title, is it?”

“Nah, it ain’t something depressing. It’s gonna be something upbeat! It’s like... How do I explain this... I’s been getting these dreams lately of me in all these different places, but a lot of them are in a space ship thing. I’ve died in a few of them and, well... There’s not many people I’d be okay kicking the bucket beside, y’know? And all this talk some of the others has had ‘bout them crossover things and just... Remember how Rugged Joe said that some scientist guy thinks this is part of a multiverse? What if it is, y’know? What if there’s a me who never went to prison, or who went on parole?” He paused, huffing as he flipped the page back to reveal scribbles of dreams from previous weeks. “What if them dreams is something real, and I saw another me die?”

“I think you’re missing your friend too much, kid.” Finally deciding the topic was bordering on something miserable, Shithole Hank reached over and slowly closed the notebook. “Didn’t you say they were at space camp?”

“Y-yeah, I did...” For now, the ukulele was brought close to Yancy’s chest. “Heh, maybe some part of me is wishing I could’ve went with them. Would’ve been fun to do something cool like that, be something useful for once. B-but hey! ‘Least I got that letter done to ask the Warden how to apply for parole, yeah?”

It was a good start, in his eyes, as he began telling them how the song would start with a melancholic vibe, but quickly change to something upbeat and almost positive in a ‘going down in a blaze of glory’ way - something that was quickly scribbled down as lyrical inspiration.

[theauthorlives]

Let Ash Write you FLUFF! (Accepting!)

Send me “✘“ for my muse to react to yours being afraid during a storm

... Okay shut up I was still in a fluffy mood and wanted to write one more thing before I start scheduling some replies.

-

The Invincible II was no stranger to bumpy rides. The trajectory was charted out, but it didn’t mean there wouldn’t be any surprises. Gunther and his team were in their positions at the various stations, aiming at asteroids with the intention to shoot them at such an angle that would steer them off-course from colliding with the ship. So long as nothing hit the warp core, or the reactor/cryo area, then it would be manageable.

Gunther left Cupid in charge of their station as he bolted out to check the status of the other pairs. En route, he noticed something moving in life support. One of the mechanics was clinging to the base of the control panel like he needed grounding.

“Hey, kid. You okay?” Gunther crouched down to examine the crew member better. He looked a little younger than Mark, and had his hair messily tucked under the blue beret. Likely, it had been removed and repositioned in a panic. Tattooed hands gripped the support tight as he shook his head.

“I, uh, fuck. What’s going on? Are we gonna die?”

“Nah, we’re not gonna die. It’s just some unexpected asteroids hitting against the ship. We’ll be through it before you know it. Did you not attend the asteroid simulation before you left?”

The mechanic shook his head, flinching when the ship trembled from another impact. “I, uh, I was barely out when they’s brought me here. I wasn’t no space trained guy.”

Ah. This must be Yancy, the late addition to the crew due to some unexpected complications. Mark had complained that Yancy was barely out of prison when he was hired, but he was still very skilled.

“C’mon. You can come back with me to my station. Things will make a lot more sense if you can see what’s going on. Will you be okay with that?” When Yancy nodded, Gunther reached out and offered a hand to help the other up.

“Thanks, uh... Sorry, I don’t know youse.”

“Gunther. You?”

“Yancy.”

[theauthorlives]

It took half of rec time, but Yancy had managed to get some pins off one of the office staff. It had only cost an impromptu performance of ‘Uptown Girl’ with only the desk for percussion, and a writer working on a piece on life in prison with a guard escort to shadow him to show he was keeping his word, but he was able to pin the sketch he got from the Gang for his birthday on the wall just beside his bed.

“This is the only family I gots,” he explained to the visitor, but his eyes were on the art. “Only ‘family�� I ever had, really. A family that’s there for you through thick and thin... It’s something some people takes for granted. And I know I fucked up my chances of making any sorta family connection but... In a way, my hands were tied.”

“So you wouldn’t try and reach out to your siblings?” The question had Yancy let out a breathless laugh.

“Why? So theys can tear me to ribbons again for what happened?” The visitor looked confused, so Yancy continued. “When youse is a murderer, that’s all you is. When it’s a family member that was the victim, well... The surviving members don’t wanna know shit ‘bout a family killer. They cut ties, they disown. Even before this ever happened, they never wanted to see me. I was the black sheep, the bad example for the nieces and nephews to never follow, the family disappointment. It didn’t matter none that I’d been trying to do better, that I’d climbed this mountain alone to get to a better place. I would always be the stuck up shithead of a kid who’d never be nothing better than... Than him.” Yancy didn’t need to say the name out loud. They all knew it was his birth name. He glanced over his shoulder. Only a fool would miss the guilt on the other’s face.

“Ey, don’t worry ‘bout it. You didn’t know any of that. There’s a lotta people to meet and keep track of here. I’m here for life, not taking any hint of parole into account, so I just try to do the best I can, and,” He paused, looking back at the art, “if this band of merry folk can see the person I am, then it’s proof that I’ve done better. I am a better person than I was eight years ago... And ain’t that something good?”

The visitor agreed as they wrote something down. Probably a note for their report, Yancy assumed. But whatever that would be posted would be the problem of the outside world, for those who wouldn’t have sympathy anyway.

[theauthorlives]

⌭ - Your muse kisses mine on the forehead (patton? 🥺)

Affectionate Symbol Memes (Accepting, but will be done later. This is a sneaky one :3c )

@jackthefibber

-

It was taking Patton some time, but he was finally learning the importance of doing things for yourself in a good way. It could be argued that Thomas doing so allowed Patton to, but that was too complicated for today.

Once his normal chores were completed, he took control of the kitchen to make everyone lunch - tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. (One might argue that this wasn't entirely the point of doing things for oneself, but it is something he likes doing!) However, lunch came and went, and there was no sign of Janus. Worried in case the other was sick, he bundled the final portion of soup and sandwiches onto a tray and made his way out of the kitchen.

"Janus?" A knock on the door. No answer. "I'm coming in, okay?" He nudged his way into the room using his elbow to open the door. For a moment, the large pile of blankets on the bed worried him. Was Janus sick after all? The tray of hot food was left on the desk as paternal instincts kicked in (and yes, he knows the pair are the same age). His hand reached out... And stopped.

There, poking out under blanket mountain, was Janus, content in sleep. He didn't look pained, but simply at peace. Patton smiled softly, relieved he hadn't disturbed his slumber.

"Sorry," he whispered as though he could be heard. "I'll leave these here. Sweet dreams." Then, without a second thought, he leaned down to place a light kiss on Janus' forehead.

Somehow, the food would still be hot by the time Janus woke. No note was left, and there would be no clue as to who brought it. However, the pastel tray with a grey tabby cat in the corner might be a good clue...

[theauthorlives]

"A year since that movie night, huh..."

Roman had circled the date on his calendar in his favourite glittery red pen. The idea had been to invite some of the other Sides to join him in watching the two movies in a mini marathon. But, well...

Recent months and weeks had made it rather clear that no one really cared for the prince, and would rather jump into a frozen fjord over spending time with him. Not that Roman could blame them. He was no better than a disaster magnet - if something could go wrong, it would. He acted in ways he regretted, he said things he never should have, he behaved in an appalling manner for one who was supposed to be a prince. Most could barely stomach a casual conversation with him. It was probably much more fun for them to find flaws in Roman's work and point them out. He was surprised a catch-all dismissal wasn't given to him by now, but the season of giving had yet to begin.

A year ago... The others liked him. Or at least he thought they did. They rolled their eyes at whatever plan Roman had, but they always went along with it because he just wanted to help as much as they did. No one actively stopped him from making commentary. No one actively objected and demanded a new vote for the movie of choice. Maybe he should have gone with the fair vote system. At the very least, he knew such a thing wouldn't happen again. Not willingly. Who would want to watch something with that disappointment of a prince? He can't do anything right. He can barely come up with an original idea. He's so stupid, why rely on him?

The good thing was that Thomas was inspired and enthused by recent projects going according to plan. Roman could make like Elsa and lie low in his kingdom of isolation (that happened to be his bedroom). No one would miss him anyway. They'd probably would be delighted to not have to deal with the royal nuisance.

He clicked 'play' and let the first movie roll. What was this called again, a "healthy distraction"? It was better than considering what might happen if he tried talking to the others today.