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lizadale · 1 year

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uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dimigi smut??? bye

(nsfw)

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You’re not trying to be rude to him. It’s unintentional, this time, but at this rate you may be lucky if he ever lets you leave the house again.

You came home this night unsuspecting of your misdeeds, craving a home-cooked meal. To your chagrin, the corner of the kingdom you teleport in from is hours behind in the day, not that one could tell in regards to Forever Forest, where it always appears to be night. Popping into the entryway with all the lights in the house off and the hands of the analog wall clock pointing just past four was a bit of a disappointment, but you don’t particularly mind skipping a meal to instead enjoy the familiarity of a shared bed.

But barely do you shuck your shaman cloak and enter the quiet master bedroom when a snare of limbs surges up from the bed and pulls you under the covers, and you can’t help but yelp in alarm. Luigi must have snapped awake the second you entered his sensory range, and there’s something mildly malicious in the way he divests you of your remaining attire and begins sucking dark marks into your skin with less than a friendly greeting.

“H-having a late-night snack, are we?” you try to quip, addled by the feeling of his mouth over your pulse. Luigi is usually a model of restraint, sometimes borderline paranoid of touching you without ample warning of his intentions. Despite your best assurances, he believes you still to be skittish about even chaste touches, so this is worryingly out of character.

Then he practically smears the demand, “How long has it been, Dimentio?” across your collarbone and you realize you’re in trouble.

Simply put, your sense of time is terrible. Given your observations of the sage Merloo, you think it has a lot to do with your missing eye, so it’s not exactly something you can fix. You’re Ancient, anyway; a bat of an eyelash for you is easily a month for someone who only lives to a scant hundred years. Should you be blamed for this? No! Absolutely not. You can’t override your own nature.

…However.

When you spend an inordinate amount of time away from Luigi doing shaman work and then come back not realizing it has been literal days, well, perhaps you should admit a bit of responsibility in the matter. Especially when you neglect to check in all throughout.

You think back carefully to how many sunsets you might have witnessed in your recent travels, taking into account the odd parts of the Mushroom Kingdom where time is warped and spaces that mirror Forever Forest where temporal changes are not immediately obvious.

“It can’t have been more than six or seven days,” you hazard, but immediately by the scrape of his teeth against your throat you know it must be wrong. The last time he reacted like this it had been six days without contact—but then he had only wrestled you to the living room floor and refused to let you escape a cuddle for four hours. This is much more aggressive.

“Ten, perhaps. I will admit to ten,” you amend hopefully.

He lifts himself a little off you. At first, you think maybe you either guessed correctly or went over a bit—but then it seems he’s only raised up expressly to glower darkly down at your face. The moonlight filtered through the window glints off his eyes, making them even bluer than usual, and you’re considering how charmingly poetic that is when he shoves your head to the side and sets upon the left side of your face with tongue and teeth.

You gasp and writhe, back arcing away from the mattress, as he pulls scar tissue between his teeth and sucks it swollen. It isn’t painful—quite the opposite—but it speaks louder than if he had shouted “Wrong again, idiot!” in your face. You get your hand on his shoulder and—you adore this man—he automatically stills for five seconds to see if you’re going to push him away, but when you don’t that is all the reprieve he allows. You let your nails dig into his skin a little, rhythmically, and he makes a reluctant sound of approval deep in his throat.

“F-fourteen!” you exhale breathlessly. “Two entire weeks? Starlight, I shan’t survive this penalty—”

He growls directly into your ear. The vibration of it moves down your spine and gathers in a warm glow at your tailbone. “Nineteen,” he hisses.

Nineteen! You hardly believe that could be correct, but it must be if he says it is, because Luigi is the type to keep track. You can picture him sighing dejectedly as he marks another day on the calendar hanging in the kitchen. Becoming progressively annoyed at the lack of space in the refrigerator with every leftover plate he saves for you from dinner. Having to attend events alone without explanation of your absence other than an angry shrug when asked about it. Even his saintly patience has a limit, and you’ve always been very good at finding it.

He rubs his forehead against your cheek, and you feel his frustration with you become displaced by self-pity. “Starting to wonder if you were coming back.” He takes a steadying breath. “Considered hunting you down, but…”

“Mon âme,” you murmur apologetically, cupping the back of his neck. “Mi dispiace davvero. I did not mean—I may wander, but you are ever my home.”

He kisses you on the mouth finally, slow and sweet and deep, and you know you are forgiven. When you need to break for air, he nibbles on your bottom lip to avoid moving away entirely. Then he seems to realize what he’s doing and backs off, to your chagrin.

“M’sorry,” he says, sheepishly eyeing what must be over a dozen raised love bites marking your chest and neck. “Got a little carried away.”

The cold night air that sweeps along you due to the lack of his body blocking it makes you shiver. He’s only wearing boxers, which must be how he sleeps when you’re not around since you’ve always known him to at least also wear a shirt to bed; it makes it only mildly more difficult to grab his shoulders before he gets too far away.

“Where do you think you are going?” you inquire.

“I feel like you feel like I’m punishing you,” he says.

You want to shake him. How does his mood always switch so quickly from enticingly dangerous to embarrassed of his actions? “No, you think you are punishing me. Are you not still hungry?” You nudge your shin up against the hardness between his legs and he jolts. You scoff, “Come here, you fool.”

He misses a beat. “…It’s okay. I mean—”

“You must be under the misguided perception that I dislike being touched.”

“It’s—”

“That I somehow have come to abhor attention.”

“N-no, I just—”

“That I don’t perversely enjoy believing I am wanted.”

“You are wanted!” he says, horrified.

“Then act like it!” you snap, trying to jerk him back toward you—but he’s too startled to readily move, so instead you get your arms around his neck and pull yourself up until you’re pressed as flushed against him as you can get.

“Hngffr,” he says into your mouth. Seeing how he drops you back onto the mattress but keeps kissing you, you’ll interpret that as a concession.

This has been a point of contention for a great deal of time: you are impartial on the matter of sex, and Luigi, for some unknown reason, perceives your lack of interest as you hating it. Which is a completely unfounded belief, and you fail to see where he may have picked it up—you’re not in the habit of pushing him away unless you’re, say, currently trying to focus on doing something decidedly unsexy. Like studying a book. Writing a sarcastic report to Merlon about the dimensional state of the kingdom. Trying not to burn down the house making yourself some soup. And yet he has somehow convinced himself that you are against any form of physical contact that might steer you toward the direction of nakedness.

Which is stupid, because you’ve done this before. Pointing this out doesn’t seem to help.

“Under weird circumstances,” he maintains, now lightly soothing over the heated marks he left on you so roughly minutes before. “So it’s—”

“We,” you retort, exasperated, “are the definition of a weird circumstance. Are you trying to tell me that didn’t count? Is ‘weird circumstances’ referring perhaps to—what?—your lack of audiovisual senses? Did you think it was an accident that I started it?”

“Well, at the time—”

“Shut up!” you say. “Whatever argument you have is asinine and completely unnecessary. Also, fuck you for trying to abrogate my orgasm. It happened; I was there.”

He snorts against your neck, shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter. “…There was collateral damage as evidence, so I guess—”

“I’ll kill you,” you inform him blandly. The middle drawer of the nightstand still doesn’t fit on its runner properly. Luigi eventually bullied the reason out of you as to how the drawer had become so damaged; charmed by the story, he has refused to fix it since. It makes an almost unbearable screeching noise along the runner, and he frequently enjoys opening it as slowly as possible while making direct eye contact with you. Flirting with death, after all, has become somewhat of a cultivated talent of his.

Finally, his mood has lightened. He rolls onto his side, drags you into his arms, and wastes no time getting his greedy touch on your legs. He moves slowly, warm palm flat against your skin following the curve of your buttock down as far as he can reach, then pulling your knee up against his hip so he can get to your calf. He hums contentedly against your chest while massaging up and down. You never thought you might look forward to someone fondling your legs so, but his thorough touch is like nonverbal praise. Even though, really, you haven’t done anything to deserve it.

(“Mint condition legs,” he says dreamily, pressing his mouth to your heartbeat.)

Meanwhile, you have decided that he is no longer allowed to wear any shirts to bed. The amount of heat he puts off with no clothing to act as a buffer is bliss. You want to plaster yourself against him—so you’re slightly annoyed that he keeps sliding lower, decreasing the area of skin-on-skin contact. Your hands fist in his hair with a slight, persistent tug upward.

“Gimme a moment,” he demurs, lavishing attention on your navel.

His hands slither around onto the insides of your thighs. You make an undignified noise when his thumbs press into sensitive flesh, your adductors spasming involuntarily. (You hate that you even know what that set of muscles is called; curse his insistence on teaching you very specific yoga poses for very specific reasons.)

“Yyyyyeah?” he replies with obvious interest, and you can hear the raise of an eyebrow in his voice. Briefly you consider kneeing him in the chin and claiming it as part of the spasm, but that might be too much of a mood-killer.

He pushes at your hip until you’re lying on your back once more, and a spike of trepidation when he slides lower causes your fingers to pull a bit too roughly at his scalp. He stills, blinking up at you under the covers owlishly, cheek pillowed against your thigh. It takes him a couple seconds to realize what you’re saying “no” to. His eyes flick longingly pelvis-ward, but he instead presses an adoring kiss inside your thigh.

“I’ll behave,” he promises, though you can tell it’s a reluctant assurance, and you release the breath you’ve been holding.

You’ve witnessed this man juggle screws and bolts along his teeth, unwrap a piece of candy by putting the whole blessed thing in and spitting the neatly flattened wrapper out, and cleanly pit a handful of cherries after putting them in his mouth. If you steal his food without permission, he isn’t shy about wrestling it back from you mouth-to-mouth until you’re an overheated, scandalized jumble of indignation (you stole that dumpling fair and square, damn it). The things he can do by kissing you are already obscene; inexperienced as you are, you’re not sure what would happen to you should he apply those abilities to your nethers. At the very least, your soul might exit your body just thinking about it.

You have it in good faith that he is holding back, as tasting you seems to be one of his favorite things. He may be gently soothing your bent leg with his palm, but he’s also sucking the soft, tender flesh of your inner thigh between his teeth, and you feel yourself losing a generous portion of your mental fortitude with each passing second.

“You may bite,” you warn tremulously, feeling the insistent scrape of a cuspid, “but do not chew.”

He looks like he might have something more to say about that, but he just huffs out a laugh, breath gliding over damp skin and making you quiver. The hand not busy keeping your leg steady finds a home tending to your neglected erection with a gentle caress, and you draw air sharply between your teeth.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Ngh,” you allow from your warm haze. Keeping your hips level is becoming a struggle.

He keeps up this nonsense for another two minutes or so before you’re feeling overwhelmed and decide he’s been too far away for too long. Obediently he lets go and crawls back up when you pull at him this time. His hair is a mess from you twisting your fingers in it, but he at least looks to be enjoying himself.

You coax him out of his boxers so he can press bare against you; you seek every point of possible contact while you catch your breath. You’re expecting him to move, but he seems content to lazily nuzzle against your jaw with a hand tangled in your hair, and you’re not one to complain about getting a break. You shift one of your legs so that it slots neatly between his, thigh rubbing against his groin, and he makes a soft sighing sound in the back of his throat.

There’s a strange shift in the air, like an aura you might get before a very bad migraine, and that’s all the warning you get.

“Ti amo, Aurelo,” he purrs into your ear, and your entire body short-circuits.

An energetic tenseness runs along your limbs, causing your joints to clench one way or the other, toes curling and your fingers spearing white-knuckled into his shoulders. For a half-second you think he’s hitting you with Thunderhand, and then your brain starts trying to process several sensations at once, overloads, and clicks offline to reboot. In the meantime, you’re smothered by a heated feeling of excitement like your heart is going to burst out of your chest, and your body twists fitfully in an attempt to contain it.

“Oh,” Luigi breathes out, starry-eyed, and bears down to sandwich you between the mattress and his body so you can rut it out against him.

You feel your mouth is open; you might be making some sort of sinful racket, but you can’t tell your own voice through the vibrations thrumming along your nervous system.

Then the current moves out of you and it goes the other way; your muscles melt like butter, whole body releasing, veins filling with warm, heavy honey. Everything feels sluggish but divine.

Your darling lover, as is typical, has trouble reading the mood in direct relation to how horny he is at the time. “Fuck, that was cool,” he says enthusiastically.

“Tsssh-hff,” is all you can manage, jaw too slackened to finish any words.

He thumbs away the tears that have spilled over your cheek tenderly. “Is that what that button does…?”

The obvious fascination in his voice is alarming. Jaydes help you, if he does it again even within the same week, you don’t think you’ll ever come back from it. As it is, you’re struggling to get your eye open, now with a sense of urgency to make sure he knows right away that if he utters your True Name again in that same amorous fashion before you recover, you will certainly die. It would be the most sublime death ever recorded, but then you would never get to hear him speak the spell ever again—and that is unacceptable.

“…Are you gonna be okay?” he asks unsurely, shifting a bit away, and you growl in frustration at him. He freezes.

“—ouvve…”

You try to lift your legs. You nearly get one ankle hooked over his before it slides off. The amount of sweat covering you certainly doesn’t help.

“…Dio…?”

At least he has some common sense. Giving up on your legs, you weakly nudge your hand against his lower back. “Mmmmm—”

“You look exhausted.”

“Nnnnnh.” You’re not. You’re absolutely not. You have plenty of energy coiling inside you, but your body is liquid now and it won’t behave. You growl again at his stillness. “Mmm—”

You have to concentrate entirely too much to get your leg to stay around his, and even then it’s not quite what you want. He chuckles softly at your struggles. Your eyelid flutters slowly open, though your vision remains unfocused.

“Mmmmmove!” you finally ground out, tapping the back of your foot against him, spurring him like a horse. Again, it slides off and you groan, annoyed.

He gives you a charmingly confused look. You’re taken with the urge to bite his lip, but he’s out of your reach. “Uh, are you sure? You’re—”

One last resort. You turn your head a bit to look at the nightstand. You can’t snap your fingers in this state, but you needn’t worry about the appropriate lack of focus it takes to launch both the top and middle drawers into the bedroom wall. He’ll definitely have to fix it now; you hear the wood of one of them, most likely the already-abused middle drawer, splinter on impact. The nightstand wobbles with the force of recoil and then falls over, loudly taking a lamp and an alarm clock with it to the floor. A little collateral damage never hurts.

By then Luigi is already howling with laughter, but he gets the message. He grabs your knees and helps you get your legs around his waist, presses your erections together, and rolls his hips. You throw your head back and moan fervidly. It’s a bit overstimulating, but not nearly enough for you to make him stop, because if he doesn’t climax after all that, it would qualify as some sort of debauched hit-and-run. That would add insult to injury.

You’re already upset enough knowing you can’t give it back. He doesn’t have a special name you can use to make him feel how you feel, and it’s not fair. You can’t pump him full of endorphins simply with spoken word. He’ll never know what that feels like, and it’s devastating.

“H-hey?” he says, dabbing at your eye again. “Should—?”

With more of your motor skill recovering, you grab him by the face and kiss him viciously, a possessive, uncoordinated clash of tongue and teeth, and he moans blissfully down your throat. You bite his bottom lip on the way out, trying to tug him back in.

“You look like you got hit by a truck,” he informs you breathlessly, half-smug and half-dazed. His lip is swollen and bleeding. He runs his tongue over it thoughtfully, and you follow the motion raptly.

“That same truck will reverse over both of our corpses if you ever pull away from me again,” you say darkly, now that your mouth is in working order. “I personally will kill you, and then myself. Derogatory,” you add, because tone indicators are important; he’s still horny, after all.

“Mmk,” he says, clearly not listening.

Just as well, you think. You cross your ankles over his back and pull him as close as possible while still allowing him to grind against you. He’s still not really close enough, but then you remember that the nightstand is sideways on the floor. If you want to retrieve the lube from the bottom drawer, you would either have to make him get off the bed to get it or risk further collateral by trying to magic it over. At your current position, the estimated trajectory has a very high chance of nailing him right in the head. An amusing thought, but not really ideal.

“…Why are you laughing?” he says suspiciously.

“Am I not allowed to have fun?” You didn’t realize you were laughing out loud, but now you’re hard-pressed to stop. He’s borderline jolting it out of you.

He squints over toward the nightstand; you must have glanced at it. “And why do I feel like it’s at my expense?”

“Jester’s privilege~!” you crow blithely.

He considers this for a moment, kiss-frazzled moustache twitching wryly. “Does that mean I’m king of this court?” Then his grip on your dicks together tightens purposefully and you choke on your laughter.

“Wanna remind you,” he says lowly, reviving one of the blossoming bites on your neck, “you’re the reason there’s no lube.” Apparently, he agrees that it’s too far away. For all intents and purposes, it stopped existing as soon as it was out of reach. “If you’da let me use my mouth, though…” (Yeah, well, if he’d just resolved to bed you properly earlier, maybe you wouldn’t have had to destroy anything.)

You huff shakily, barely audible over the creak of the mattress springs, grievously overstimulated but still stubborn. You rake your fingers over his spine and enjoy the way his muscles tense underneath.

“Just gimme like…three minutes,” he murmurs.

As terrible as your sense of time is, you’re certain it takes less than three minutes, but saying as much would expose you to comment. By the time he’s satisfied, the jelly-like condition of your body has subsided, and the two of you are much less kissing than panting into each other’s mouths. You hold onto him as he shudders through release, and the urgency keeping you afloat leaves you in a rush of sudden exhaustion. You can already feel the soreness of your joints is going to be an issue come morning.

He gives you some space while you cool down, lying flat on his back beside you with his left hand in your right.

After a moment, he sighs. “Dimentio, where is your phone?”

Oh. You definitely forgot to take it with you. You definitely left it on a table or counter somewhere when you left for work. You turn onto your side and curl against him. “I won’t let it happen again,” you avow. “I will check for it, next time.”

Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment, and you wonder if he’s going to forgive you this time.

Then, he says, “I think I put it in the nightstand.”

“…Ah. Well, then.”

He yawns hugely, pulling you until you’re settled overtop of him, and quickly drifts off, unconcerned. You think of your shaman cloak, draped over a chair in the darkness, and wonder if anyone would notice if you never went back to work.

#my writing #dimigi au #rip Luigi's nightstand #my art #whoops

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beaniebea · 10 months

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"All of her co-workers were gone. What could it mean? Bea decided to head to the meeting room. Perhaps she had simply missed a memo..."

@springbon-t-art my entry for The Missing Co-workers! I kind of went ham on this one. Bea needed a redesign anyways, so here she is!

My fav ending is the confusion ending btw...

It's so goofy and stupid I love it

Anyways uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I love ur art okay bye

#the missing coworkers #springbon t art #sona #oc #the stanely parable #tsp

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theninjaofnothing · 1 year

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*trills happily, wings flapping*sis!! Why is Gray mad?

……UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH don’t worry bout that let’s go now okay bye! [She runs off with pri.]

#ninjago oc #ninjago rp #lego ninjago #anil wu

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thegrimreaperisanerd · 10 months

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New chapter of my fucking..... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FIC is up. Kim and jean get into a bitchy little fight finally, cos of course they do

Not updated it in my pinned yet cos i got a headche so im going to sleep now ~BYE

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birdthatisbored · 3 years

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Rating TMA characters by how much I want to steal their names:

Jon: 7/10 good name. on The List of Tasty Names to Borrow and Steal™, vibes are not quite right. It's up there though.

Martin: 6/10 I never considered this one before. also a good name, good vibes but not ones I want.

Tim: 4/10 hmmmmm I like Tim but not his name.

Sasha: 3/10 good but I'm not looking for feminine names. Sasha is the name of my brother's best friend, it's ok I guess.

Elias: 2/10 an ok name but I hate that bitch. Eli maybe but Elias no.

Michael: 2/10 there are too many. I've met so many people called Michael (y'all are cool and valid tho), it's the name of a relative so extra no.

Melanie: 3/10 it's better than Sasha I guess.

Basira: 4/10 hmmmmmm.

Daisy: 1/10 bad vibes. Idk why but I don't like it.

Georgie: 3/10 makes me think of Stephen King's IT. No thankyou.

Peter: 3/10 hmmmm (derogatory). It's Fine I Suppose.

Helen: 2/10 I know so many elderly white ladies called Helen oh my god.

Agnes: 4/10 I don't want her name but I do want to hold her hand.

Gerry: 100000000000/10 oh god I want his name so bad. It's [redacted]'s name though so I can't, why universe whyyyyy.

Jude: 6/10 I didn't think she would be on this list. I like this one actually, it's going on The List™.

Mike: 2/10 I don't know why it's here. I already have Michael but I feel like Mike deserves to be where too, I still don't want his name though.

Gertrude: 1/10 dear lord. No I don't think so.

(Can you tell I'm struggling to think of names. This is fun though so I'm going to think of more)

Simon: 3/10 makes me think of old men. Also makes me think of preachers, and my neighbour, hard pass.

(I've found a list of recurring characters so this will get long, Im not sorry.)

Adelard: 4/10 ok ok. Not a name I'd go for but, I like it?

Annabelle: 4/10 sexy spider lady go brrr. I sort of like it even tho it's femme, hmmm.

Breekon and Hope: 3/10 a package deal. I don't know why they're on this list, they don't need to be here, I'm neutral about both names.

Eric: 4/10 reminds me of the little mermaid. Not a bad name other than that.

Jane: 4/10 I can't believe I forgot her. I sort of love this name I don't know why, 10/10 would name a succulent after her.

Jared: 2/10 bad name. I don't like it.

Jonah: 3/10 get out musty old man. Reminds me of the Bible, not a terrible name otherwise, not for me.

Jordan: 4/10 go ant boy go. Not a bad nameACTUALLY NO IT IS, i know a few people named Jordan and I don't like them, it's pretty good other than that.

Jurgen: 1/10 JURGEN LEITNER? STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITENER GOD DAMN FOOL BOOK COLLECTING-. Yeah no.

Julia and Trevor: 3/10 they deserve to be together (on the list nOT ROMANTICALLY). Don't like either of these, idk.

Mikaele: 7/10 I like it alot. I don't want the name but I do like it, funky smuggler dude gets a good rating.

Neil (Lagorio): 7/10 he shouldn't be on this list but I like his name. This is probably a side effect of being in the aftg fandom.

Nikola: 4/10 go sexy mannequin go. I'm running out of thoughts in my brain, funky but not actually.

OLIVER: 9/10 I like this one. It's going on The List ™, maybe Ollie instead of Oliver, hmmmm this requires more thought.

Rosie the receptionist: 3/10 yes her title is required here. I don't want the name I just think she should be here.

The Admiral: 10/10 happy hunting king. I don't want to be named the Admiral but actually I kind of do, he gets 10/10 for obvious reasons.

Sebastian Skinner from mag I-can't-remember-which: 8/10 unobservant king. he shouldn't be here either but I want his name, Bad vibes on the name but I still want it, hmmm.

Vampires: 1/10 I don't like them. They were the last thing on the list of characters I was looking at and I think it's funny, someday I'll become a my immortal character.

This got...... Long. Oops. Someone teach me how to add a read more to things.

#if anyone i know irl sees this i will be Known #if you know me irl please never mention this ever thank you #tma #the magnus archives #longpost #so unnecessarily long #im not sorry but also i sort of am #if you see Many Typos no you don't #not even God godself could stop me from inflicting this post on the world #i need a nap now #i am having A Day #uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bye

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taquidro · 2 years

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listened to a LOT of simon and garfunkel today for some reason

#maybe its covid #sigh #my art #digital art #simon and garfunkel #WOAH #very last on the list of Simon And tags #thats crazy #no it really isnt #uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #bye

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clownkiwi · 4 years

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hehe, so since im in a video game mood rn and thinking a lot about old video games/video games i love, if you were to ask me “hey ruby!!! what games/sequels/trilogies would you like to see remade???” well, here’s which ones i think should get remade: (this’ll be a pretty long post, so you can just click the link down below if ya want to read the whole thing)

out of any old final fantasy game that should get a remake like the final fantasy 7 remake, if i had to choose one, it would have to be final fantasy 6. that’s just one of my favorite final fantasy games (right up there with final fantasy 7, that is), and like. final fantasy 6 is kind of the perfect bridging gateway game between the fantasy/medieval/middle earth early final fantasy games (from 1-5) to the futuristic/modern/grounded to earth final fantasy games (7, 8, 10, 13 & 15), so like. realistically??? final fantasy 6 is probably one of the only few games i think should get a final fantasy 7 remake-esque remake, and it is one that i think can work in that realistic style compared to something like. final fantasy 9 or final fantasy 4, ngl

super mario rpg, obviously, id love to see that game get a remake. maybe with like, a lot more characters (luigi & wario would work perfectly in there), any content they had to cut out, maybe add more to the game that we didn’t even think of that could work (like, not just story padding, maybe stuff like the koopalings, daisy, wart from mario 2). idk, id just like a super mario rpg remake done in a similar style to the link’s awakening switch remake

despite how important these games are to mario’s history as they are the first original handheld mario platformers, as well as introducing wario, another important mario character, it’s kinda weird how nintendo hasn’t really paid much attention to the super mario land trilogy, or even the wario land series. and while i think a new wario land game will certainly get everybody (myself included) very excited, id also get excited if the original mario land series got an all stars-esque remake. heck, id get excited if all the wario land games got remade too in their own package (like, the mario land trilogy will just have mario land 1, 2 & 3, while the wario land remakes can either start out with mario land 3, or virtual boy wario land, or even wario land 2)

i think the original paper mario trilogy of the 2000s should get their own remake/upscaled ports to the switch as well. stuff like paper mario 64 should obviously get remade from the ground up, while stuff like the thousand year door & super paper mario should get like. upscaled graphics, or even new content (like in the thousand year door, there should be a whole sidequest or extra campaign dedicated to luigi’s own journeys that he goes on at the same time as mario’s, i think thatd b pretty neat & funny)

if any megaman game were to get a remake, i think they should be like. the original zero storyline megaman x games. like, ya know, megaman x1-5. and while ik games like megaman x1-3 already get a lot of love, and megaman x5 doesnt really get as much hatred (i think??? i never finished that game), i think megaman x4 should get a lot more love. not only is it my favorite megaman x game, but like. it has a pretty good storyline, each character gets their own unique story, and like. i just like a lot about megaman x4, i really do, and im sad it commonly gets referred to as the worst megaman x game just because of its voice acting. it gets a lot of flack for its voice acting, and honestly, if the voice acting was just mediocre or average, then i really think a lot more people will appreciate this game. like, in my eyes, if megaman x1-5 got remakes in the cel-shaded rendered style of megaman 11 or dragon ball fighterz, then thatd b cool. id also b down to a new megaman x game too aoisdjfiaos

ok, so, kirby games!!!! ik stuff like kirbys adventure & kirby’s super star got remakes, and while they’re great, id love to see more kirby games get remakes!!! and i got two seperate candidates that’d work. and that first one will be a remake of the “dark matter” trilogy of kirby games. games like kirby’s dream land 2, kirby’s dream land 3, & kirby 64. i think these games are pretty important in the kirby series as not only are these the first instance of the deep lore seen in later kirby games (stuff like return to dream land, planet robobot, and star allies), but like. dream land 2 was the first game to introduce kirbys animal allies, which have become staples for a lot of the kirby games (dream land 3, wow, thats all i could really think of oasidjfio). so like, yea!!! thatd b pretty epic

another kirby “trilogy” id love to see get remade or even get remasters of onto switch would have to be the “return to dream land” games. games like kirby’s return to dream land and even the 3ds games that were built off of that: kirby’s triple deluxe & kirby’s planet robobot. i mean, these games are fairly recent, and stuff like return to dream land isn’t even 10 years old yet. but like, i think if these games got upscaled graphics/models & resolution, as well as a bunch of new/cut content, it can also work

oooooooooooooooooo boy, there are a lot of sonic games id love to see get remade considering i think about sonic alot. stuff like sonic 3 & knuckles getting the sonic 1, 2 & cd treatment (get upgraded ports to ios & android, a bunch of new content from sonic mania, etc), as well as said sonic 1 & 2 mobile ports get released to steam or other consoles. itd be cool to see shadow the hedgehog get an upgraded port to the switch for a low price. maybe even see sonic x-treme get completed. but if theres any sonic game id love to see get a full on, worked from the ground up remake, it’d have to be the sonic dreamcast trilogy. and by that, i mean sonic games that were worked off of the same dreamcast technology/engine. games like sonic adventure 1, 2 & sonic heroes. and like, not just stuff like the gamecube or steam ports. i mean, full on remakes with updated models, updated animations & cutscenes, updated rendering, updated voice acting, updated everything!!! with that, id love to see the chao garden get a full blown overhaul, with more deeper chao breeding, more games to play with your chao, more special, unique chaos & even stuff like chao bonuses to the main campaigns. and even somethign that’d be cooler would be like. either free updates or DLC that would add more campaigns to these games with new characters (like the babylon rogues, the classic characters, silver & blaze, etc), and like. i KNOW thats a lot to work on, but like, i think a lot of people would appreciate that. plus, i consider the sonic adventure games would be a perfect introduction to the sonic series, i think these games could get a lot more people hooked onto the series!!! new & old fans alike!!! but, thats just my thots, and this would be impossible realistically. id still want it 2 happen tho 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

while ik everyone wants that gen iv remake, may i recommend a??? gen v remake??? pokemon black & white are still one of my favorite pokemon games, they were very close to me growing up, and i. just have so much goddamn appreciation and love for this game!!!! i think its one of game freaks more underappreciated games, and ik there a ton of people that can agree with me on that!!! it was just such a different and unique experience, with such a deep story, really good and underappreciated and underloved pokemon designs, and just. i’d love it if we really got a gen 5 remake, especially seeing how much game freak has been putting a lot more gen 5 nostalgia in all of their recent products (from a ton of gen 5 pokemon appearing in detective pikachu, to gen v pokemon getting galarian forms in pokemon sword & shield, and even gen v pokemon appearing in a lot more spin offs lately). like. trust me, pokemon black and white isn’t really as bad as people made it off to be in 2011. it really is a modern masterpiece in video games, i really recommend checking it out and begging game freak to give it a remake about as much as yinz have been begging game freak to remake diamond & pearl

obviously mario 64, sunshine, & galaxy 1 & 2 should get full on remakes. yinz know i wanted one this whole year, and im very disappointed we got these barely upgraded ports to switch instead. thats it on that, i dont need to go into further detail

ummmmmmmmmm, yea, thats kinda it. i cant think of any other games id love to see get remade. ummmmmmmm let me know what u think about this list, and tell me whatever type of other games you’d love to see get remade!!!

thats it ruby out

#ruby says sapphic shit #WOOOO BOY this was a big post to type out even tho it was just my thots #uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh idk how else to tag this so uh #mario #smb #megaman #sonic #ff #final fantasy #kirby #pokemon #i was gonna say sutte hakkun should get like a remake or even an english translated port to the switch #like the switch's online snes service thing. its p underrated & really unique n i think people might like it #ok thats it. thats abt as much as i talk abt video games for now. bc rn. i gotta watch a movie for school & do school work so uh #bye!!!! for now

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fateprotected-a · 6 years

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@brashir actually made pris shut up and run away and I’m CRYING ACTUAL TEARS

#are they tears of laughter? yes #but STILL TEARS TONY #this is HER WORST FEAR #BYE #she's such a drama queen i love her #but also uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh literally saying this to/about her is an easy way to deep fuck her up #if anyone wants to ACTUALLY TRY IT #;) wink wonk

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meintheafterglow · 6 years

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lol if some of you are afraid to actually speak up for something that actually matters because it might ruin your chances of meeting taylor then fuck off

#i just saw someone post about not reblogging posts about tn cause she said she still wants to meet taylor and her tour dates are coming up #uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bye sis

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akimbohimbo · 6 years

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hello i impulsively told the boy i liked him and he feels the same way SO WE'RE GNA KEEP HANGING OUT!!

#im a dumbass!!#i lowkey wanna hook up w a girl which is why im so conflicted so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #k im a bi mess //bye/l #quiet kgem #anyway i rly like him

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Thoughts on “Auntie Soka and Little Leia” now that I’ve actually got it posted:

Call it a director’s cut! The process of actually writing the thing, and also jokes made along the way. Link to the actual fic.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the energy for image descriptions, even the text screenshots. Might come back that later. Most of this was DMs with @atagotiak.

This was an entire thing before I even started writing:

Before I decided on ages and stuff Ahsoka, to Jango, who has had zero contact with Kaminoans: Okay I know I'm a Jedi kid so you hate me but this toddler is your clone from the future. Jango, tired: What the FUCK are you talking about. Rex, barely able to talk: Don't you dare leave me with him, Commander! Ahsoka: I'm not going to leave you I just--I'm so tired I'm so fucking tired I haven't slept in five days and someone tried to kidnap Leia two days ago I am so fucking tired I need help

Ben: [twenty years of depression followed by a 'now I'm safe' breakdown over the course of weeks] Sokari: [whatever the FUCK this mess is]

When Ahsoka mentions there only being three other Jedi at the time of her death, I was thinking Kanan, Yoda, and Obi-Wan (Leia told her about the latter two living past her). She's not counting anyone that received training after the Temple fell, and she didn’t know about Cal.

When Leia says “I was adopted and raised by one of the founders of the rebellion, a movement built on the desire to instate freedom and democracy in a galaxy that had lost even the pretense.”

Depa: I'm no therapist but I diagnose you with "incredibly fucked up." Ahsoka: yeah, that’s fair

"Why did you pick Depa for--" She's pretty and I'm gay. Also because of the Kanan thing But mostly I'm gay "It's not a visual medi--" GAY

Empty of context beyond general post-fic AU: "Hey Sokari, we need to engage in psychological warfare against this individual and--" "I'm going to break into his office and leave a threatening note on his desk and leave no other sign that I was there. He'll see that his security is nothing and the only reason he isn't dead is because I'm too nice to kill him." "...okay, not what we were planning, but that works. Why is that your first choice?" "I really like breaking and entering, it's soothing." Ben just standing there with a bland smile like This Is Normal.

"We need someone to infiltrate a highly guarded facility in hostile territory." "So we're sending the Torrent kids?" [sigh] "We're sending the Torrent kids."

Rex and Sokari insist on both going by "Torrent" even though Rex could be a Fett. Jango really wants him to be a Fett. Rex has too many grudges to agree to being a Fett for... a while.

I really hope it's blatantly obvious that Ahsoka's not a reliable narrator for some things Ahsoka: Fett could care less if I died Jango: jfc even if you are older than me I can see you're fucked up. Drink your hot chocolate. Hells. She's got good reason to expect him to hate her as a Jedi! BUT. THAT IS NOT REFLECTIVE OF REALITY

We don’t get a lot of actual characterization for Jango, but the way I played him out here is he has never really parsed that Jedi are people before all this. It's a lot harder to treat them as a monolith when the traumatized former child soldier is having regular breakdowns in your shitty little kitchen

Fett: I respect you Ahsoka: No, don't do that

Ahsoka’s vigilantism is something that, in my mind, she's associating heavily with Zygerria and then the clones.

I figured that she never bothered to learn Quinlan’s teacher’s name but in the process of looking up some basic facts (whether he had a surname), I found that Wookiepedia was forced to give us a VERY wide range of possible death in Legends.

Please take a moment to imagine Quinlan's FACE when Ahsoka initially dismisses him. Quinlan has put a lot of effort into being rogueishly charming! It's very useful for his line of work! He knows to expect either irritation or a return flirtation when he acts like this with people his own age! Ahsoka is not flustered OR rolling her eyes and insulting him, she's just ignoring him and it's a bit of a blow to the ego

This just makes me really happy:

This was the initial comment I made, as a joke What if Maul is just. There. On one of the planets they make a pitstop at. What if Maul exists as the walking problem he is, but fifteen, and Ahsoka immediately tries to kick his ass and drag him back to Coruscant. I do not have room for this plot but What If

Despite not having room for this plot, I proceeded to write this plot.

Maul is kidnapped and it’s the best thing that ever happened to him HE'S FIFTEEN HE'S DUMB AS SHIT AND HAS A BAD ATTITUDE AND YEAH HE'S A DARKSIDER BUT HE'S FIFTEEN

Ahsoka: I sense... Maul [takes off sprinting] Rex: [immediately takes Jango's blaster and runs after her] Jango: Wait who Tholme: Who Quinlan: Who Jango: [looks at Leia] Leia: I don't know who that is either! Ahsoka, already wrestling a teenager to the ground: Oh no, you're a child, REX STUN HIM AND GRAB THE CUFFS, I'M SURE FETT OR THOLME HAS SOME

Fighting him isn't even legal, they have NO evidence of criminal wrongdoing, so first she needs to yell until he admits to something she can fight him about

Ahsoka: When I see Maul, it's on SIGHT Maul: WHO ARE YOU

Ahsoka: The Force didn't give me hands just to NOT throw them when I run into That Crafty Son Of A Bitch

Ben, when they arrive, after the tearful reunion: You... you brought Maul. Ahsoka: Well, yeah, he's fifteen and kinda dumb. I figured we could drag him here and force him into therapy, see what happens. Ben: I can't quite tell through the gag, but I think he's threatening to feed you your own spleen. Ahsoka: Lol, yeah.

Ben is absolutely on team "get Maul therapy" and will fight the Council on rehabilitating the baby Sith But also it's like. Here's your daughter! And your niece! And your daughter's QPP! Also your best friend, but baby, and his teacher, and the biological origin of a number of people you cared for deeply! AND ALSO THE GUY WHO SPENT LITERAL DECADES CRAVING YOUR DEATH, FOR SOME REASON

I just really want Ahsoka lovingly bullying Maul She gives him noogies and the horns don't protect him because girl has reinforced gloves

Maul's only allowed a low-power training saber and his fights with Sokari involve Much Taunting by her and Eventual Screaming by him, and everyone pops by to see: 1. Sokari doing the most absurd flips, for fun. 2. The bullshit that is ataru-shien reverse-grip jar'kai in the hands of someone who makes it work 3. What a Sith lightsaber form looks like 4. Just the general nonsense that is the way these two fight

Tia said “Wrt ridiculous flips. I'm remembering that time she beheaded four Kryst'ad at once.” and I just Rex brings up the quadruple beheading at one point to get someone to stop asking questions and the awkward, horrified silence almost makes him regret it. And then Sokari just snorts and makes a joke about how Rex once speared a slaver point-blank and everyone's just like hello??? "are you two okay" "no"

Maul absolutely starts crushing on Sokari after a 'sword under chin' moment and she's just very "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you're fifteen, bye" GO MAKE PUPPY EYES AT OBI-WAN OR SOMETHING

The crushes are the worst part of everything, really, she's an attractive young woman that can kick a lot of ass, and a lot of people are into that! Unfortunately, most of those people are a decade younger than she is, mentally, because all the people her actual age look at her and see a child on account of the 17yo body.

It’s almost a good thing she’s in no place mentally for a relationship.

I just want Ahsoka to wear beskar.... I think that would be Nice........

This AU is also what caused this post.

I'm deeply enamored by the idea that Ahsoka can win fights against "older" padawans pretty much unilaterally, even when they team up 2v1 And then she offers to fight 5v1 "But only if I have permission to fight dirty." Ben approves it, a horror show full of "I fought many wars and will scream in your face or kick you in the balls if that's what it takes" follows She wins. There are no permanent injuries, but her reputation certainly gets weirder. Nobody under the rank of Knight agrees to let her fight dirty again. She just lets that stand because, well, she's not actually a padawan, she's thirty-three.

I’m not going to write this but my brain was EVIL and suggested it:

IT WOULD BE REALLY SAD IDK maybe 9yo Anakin has nightmares about what's happening to baby Ahsoka because bullshit about time-traveling force bonds IDK ANYWAY he cries to Sokari about the nightmares and she's like "oh shit" and it's time to go rescue herself from motherfucker unlimited

It's either that or she's like, expecting to welcome mini-me aaaany day now, for like, several months, before she realizes Something Went Wrong. Anakin’s dreams could even start right as she’s starting to realize something’s off.

Obi-Wan has never had a padawan that doesn't at some point bite Even Luke will, when pushed

OH also once the twins get Baby's First Lightsaber (training sabers, not real kyber), Sokari begs to borrow them for a dumb joke and tells Rex to get on her shoulders for a "Grievous Greeting" and they do The Thing

Jango and Ahsoka wrt Quinlan is just “Do I need to beat him up for you” “You realize I’ve beaten up sith lords before?”

JANGO'S TRYING He's just. "Can we be friends? Can I--can I be the guy that just noticeably gets in the way of a creep on the subway so you can be more comfortable without someone making a scene? I'm fucking trying here, give me a hint."

We didn’t actually figure out Jango’s age until this point. The only reason Fett's age matters is for Quinlan making a Wild Oats quip after Jango says he didn't know about Rex until a few weeks ago, and Fett going "How old do you think I am? And how old do you think the kid is?" and Quinlan getting Very Awkward as he does the math. Rex overhears and lets Quinlan sweat for a bit before saying "I'm a genetically-modified clone someone grew in a tube, he didn't know or have reason to know until he saw me with Sokari." Which is like. Eight additional layers of WTF, obviously, but at least Jango gets to avoid awkward wild oats jokes

Like, you’d expect the rebuttal to be ‘he’s my brother just with a biiig age gap’ or ‘he’s my nephew’

I find it very unfortunate for Quinlan that I've decided his defining characteristic in this context is going to be repeatedly putting his foot in his mouth

He’s trying so hard but "That sounds like a cool thing, maybe I'll ask ab--and it's another fucking trauma."

I'm doing Ahsoka&Jango t w i c e (there’s another fic where I’m doing it)

It’s just a fun dynamic! So much resentful respect.

Like she's twenty seconds away from calling him a bitch at any given time and he's just there like "I don't like you but I do see you move like you're about to tell an entire building to get on their knees with their hands in the air and I can respect that" Also she's probably much less judgmental about using blasters than Obi-Wan is The Maul subplot actually started with me daydreaming about Ahsoka grabbing a blaster for Reasons

I like the idea of Jango just deciding the most Useful thing he can do is help teach the Smol how to fight. He's AWKWARD around Rex and Soka because he doesn't know if there's anything he CAN teach them.

I didn’t actually plan for Tholme to figure out the age thing, he just SAID it and I had to sit there like Wait.

Ahsoka, Rex & Leia: ahhh, children Tholme: you say that like you aren’t children

I liked getting to write Rex's little "I have worked with all of them, and they're all Terrible" He loves them But They once got stranded on a planet that didn’t exist and Ahsoka died and Anakin killed a god.

There was research and discussion as to whether Ahsoka could win against Tholme but seeing as she held her own against Vader, and fought Grievous at that physical age without dying, etc.... yeah, the only thing holding her back was her body not being what she was used to, and she’s had a few weeks go adjust.

“I miss being able to just jump off skyscrapers” is such a jedi thing

Jango: I'll take the gun back if he tries to leave, they can't get far before--WHAT THE FUCK He knows Jedi are scary but he’s still not really used to just how over the top ridiculous they are He knows how to deal with Jedi in battle, not Whatever The Fuck These People Are Doing

Rex isn't even a Jedi, he's just so used to working with them. “Oh yes time for free-falling without a parachute again, same shit as always.”

Tia: I’m imagining Jango freaking out and Quinlan and Tholme being like. Concerned but mostly exasperated Clearly if they’re jumping off buildings it must be serious? But jfc they could’ve maybe communicated a bit more?

Leia: I want to finish my juice Tholme: Quin, stay with her while we go figure out what those two are doing. Quinlan: Wait what

Jango: Oh now he’s jumping off a building too??? Tholme: Sokari, you are not registered! You can't legally jump out windows yet! Jango: What the hell is going on? Is this normal?

We don’t necessarily know how often Ahsoka and Maul ran into each other after Mandalore. There was the later thing on Malachor, but other than that I'm just going with the idea that they ran into each other every year or two and just went for the eyes like feral cats

Ahsoka: I need to kick ass and you're coming with me. Rex: Yeah, okay. [several minutes later] Rex: Whose ass are we kicking?

Ahsoka and Rex

Neloms aren’t a SW fruit to the best of my knowledge, I just wanted to mess around with lemons/melons

Jango: you didn’t think any of this through, did you? Rex: you were there, you know we didn’t "When the Jedi says to jump out a window, I jump out a window."

Tholme’s real composed about stalking the ancient nigh-mythical enemy of his people, very “Life is already so goddamn weird”

This fic has been so heavy on the trauma but then I introduce Maul and suddenly it's the worst kind of comedy Nobody is competent, everyone's a little dumb, the bad guy is just grocery shopping

My propensity for banter has turned this into a six-person buddy cop comedy about Maul buying grapes They spend a significant amount to time ineffectually stalking Maul before Quin suggests the sensible option Quinlan just "You remember this is my literal job and specialty right"

Ahsoka sees Maul and all her brain cells go out the window except "Fight good" Usually she doesn’t need to worry about doing things legally. Maybe she needs to worry about someone seeing her do illegal things but she spent the past 15 yrs in a place where her existing was illegal

I feel like he’s also maybe kinda wanting to reassert that yes he is competent. Bc like. Ahsoka’s been kinda condescending this whole time and also can beat everyone up so. It's not his fault that he's actually the youngest person there, but.

Jango is finding this whole being friendly to Jedi thing a lot more overwhelming than he thought it would be. And overwhelming in different ways.

Maul usually signifies things getting worse and more horrifyingly tragic but he's just a dumb teen that they needed to arrest for his own good.

Quinlan: Look, I'm useful! Ahsoka: I've been through hell, wanna hear? Quinlan: NO. I DON'T. WHY.

Quinlan: I understand the concept of joking about your traumas, I do it sometimes myself! But sith hells that’s a lot of trauma.

Quinlan just wanted her to treat him as a Competent Individual, and here she is whipping out stories about Dying and Gods and the Force insists it's the truth and he just???? And apparently emo darksider over there is a Sith. And just, sure. Why not

A lot of people’s interactions with the time travelling disaster lineage is just

Tholme and Fett arguing and Ahsoka's just waiting for a moment to pop in with "Hey, when's the last time either of you worked with the other's culture before this mess? Yeah, that's what I thought."

Much like Leia and Ahsoka hurting each other earlier, and Tholme figuring out the de-aging, we ALSO have Fett’s confrontation with Ahsoka being something the characters just did, rather than something I planned.

FTR the only time I managed to trigger myself while writing this fic was the “your behavior isn’t actually acceptable and we’ve all been trying really hard to give you room to recover but you have to at least make an effort to not be a bitch”

Writing about people having PTSD and symptoms of such: Yay! Writing about people having PTSD and engaging in toxic behavior to cope: Shit Ahsoka had... basically my exact reaction. It's "remind yourself that you're in the wrong, that they have a point, and then be overly formal in the apology because fuck if you accidentally make them feel sorry for you when they're the injured party"

Quinlan: Can we be friends? I mean, you're an asshole, but you're really cool. Let's be friends. (He MIGHT be nursing a crush) (Neat mysterious girl who can beat him up.)

Also he realises she's probably nicer when not having a slow-motion breakdown He's like "Huh, you'll probably be less of an asshole once you've gotten therapy."

...also, she pretty and got Nice Biceps

I love writing a good mental breakdown

I was so close to including a "he tried to kill me" just early enough for Jango to wildly misinterpret as her thinking Quinlan tried to kill her. He'd have been very confused, considering Quinlan's the one that called them down in a panic and currently has Ahsoka having her massive breakdown in his lap But

Tia: I could see Jango interpreting it as idk, Quin resembling someone or for a moment acting like someone who tried to kill her and she had a flashback or something like that

There's absolutely room for a couple reasonable interpretations there And "trapped in a flashback about someone who tried to kill her" is absolutely what's happening! Just. You know. For a different reason. Jango probably wouldn’t assume Quin would hurt her, for one thing he seems to like her, for another even if he did he’s smart enough to pick a way that wouldn’t be so likely to get him caught

I had to step back and actually say “Also I'm just. Wow. I'm really just shoveling QPP Rex&Ahsoka at full speed”

Me, a few weeks ago, joking: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist Me, now, entirely seriously: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Me, belatedly: Oh, Ahsoka being joyfully mean to people was a form of mania she was unconsciously using to build a barrier between herself and her impending meltdown

She went from "just died" to "in charge of Rex and Leia" in like. Two minutes.

Confession: I've been delighting in the mental image of this whole Mess leading Jango to try to retake Mandalore, and Ahsoka loans him a saber for a 1v1 to get the darksaber.

“Can’t I just fight him barehanded? That’s how I did it on Galidraan.” "But the drama, Fett!"

Probably Rex has learned how to use a saber as well, because you never know when you have to borrow a weapon

I later changed my mind to Jango asking her to help, rather than her just sneak-teaching him, but it was funny.

Background nonsense to all this is Ahsoka and Rex, despite Rex being as force-sensitive as a lump of coal, having developed a process where she can extend her sensitivity to him mind-to-mind for weird symbiotic battle trance that scares everyone around them. It’s very similar to Battle meditation.

CONTEXT FOR LEIA BEING WORRIED ABOUT THOLME HIDING THINGS: Tholme is hiding the fact that the Council reached out and told him that the people he picked up might be connected to Ben and Luke, who showed up after the Depa thing but a solid week and change before Jango's ship makes it to the Temple. They asked that he not share that information to avoid getting anyone's hopes up in case the two situations aren't related. Ben and Luke haven't shared enough information for anyone to really be sure if the other three are connected Because the info Tholme has isn't quite the info Jango has, etc. And they can't just say Ben is a future Obi-Wan over comms

I just have a lot of feelings about people trying to do something right and just. Nobody's at fault! Not really! It's just complicated!

Tia: I like how when Ahsoka isn’t doing maladaptive trauma response stuff she’s very mature. And of course she’s had to be but it’s a good like, contrast. Where when she slows down to think about things she’s very sensible

Jango just spends most of this story lowkey wanting Ahsoka to Be His Friend but there's too much baggage that he's only metaphysically responsible for

Local aroace(?) has a squish

Ahsoka: He just wants to get on my good side because of Rex. Jango: I'm pretty sure you could kill an entire army without trying but you wouldn't because you have actual morals and stuff... and when I met you it was because you were killing yourself trying to keep (what appeared to be) children safe... you seem cool please be my friend.......

Ahsoka’s #1 weakness: mountains of trauma Ahsoka’s #2 weakness: she just doesn’t get why so many people think she’s cool and want her to be their (girl)friend

Jango, a 27yo massacre survivor who's killed Jedi masters with his bare hands: [gets lectured on various government structures by a tiny girl that's missing several teeth and needs to sit on books to see the table properly]

Ahsoka was raised in a religious meritocracy but developed all her opinions during a galactic war and then became a vigilante spy, Rex comes from a military cult, Leia is from an inherited monarchy that participates in democracy, Quinlan was originally from what appears to be a dynastic dictatorship, and IDK about Tholme other than that he is also from the religious meritocracy. And in legends Quinlan came to the religious meritocracy after his aunt sacrificed his parents to a vampire cult and then forced him to experience the psychometric echoes of that. There's just. A lot going on.

Leia at least has knowledge about structure and admin in theory that isn't based in either the military or populations under 10k

Jango: I want to be your friend. Ahsoka: Sounds fake.

I am unfairly fond of "Rex destroys a conversation by bringing up his own horrifying childhood and calling it a cult"

"Why does Sokari call you 'Rex'ika'?" "Because she's older than me." "...can I--?" "No."

Nickname privileges are extended ONLY to Ahsoka and older clones. There are no more older clones, so it's just Ahsoka.

Me joking about Star Wars AUs: Would you like a crackship? Me writing actual Star Wars fic: My favorite character type is apparently “too traumatized to have a relationship” so this is at least 90% gen.

I had to pull a scene opening at one point because Ahsoka's skill with not getting shot is actually much less useful than Tholme's clearance levels.

Now I really want a team-up of Ahsoka, Rex, and Jango where they do have to get in a dogfight of the "she flies, we shoot" variety and Fett just has to scream because the speeder thing to catch Maul was one thing, but this....

Ahsoka, before TCW: I know all the traffic rules but I'm not that great at flying! Ahsoka, after TCW: I'm great at flying but if you let me behind the wheel we are absolutely getting arrested.

She went from "knows the rules but doesn't have the skills" to "has the skills but primarily in the form of not getting shot" which! Is delightful! "Bet I can get us through that alley--" "DO NOT"

Jango and Ahsoka are both just very "Is this friendship? Is this camaraderie? My heart's been fried on platonic love by so many murders that I'm not sure anymore." "I've lost a lot of friends. I kind of forgot how to make those."

I have no idea if "hasn't been closer than Alderaan except that one trip to Chandrila" is canon-compliant but ehhhhhhhh It feels plausible enough?

Belatedly realized that I could just explain my optimal Rex&Ahsoka dynamic as just... drift compatible. It's vague enough on the specifics while still digging into the meat of what they mean to each other and how they work together. The terminology is already in existence. I can just use it.

Romantic? Platonic? Familial? Doesn't matter! They're drift compatible.

They are important to each other and that is what matters

I really like the Leia&Quinlan thing. He's just like "This small child needs a friend that isn't super depressed," and decided he's going to be her friend. I keep trying to toss in "Quinlan volunteers to 'baby'sit." She's not much older and she has a Baby Brain, it works out

There's a running bet as to whether Leia will leave the Order the second she turns thirteen, or if she'll let Sokari "train" her for a few years first. And... that’s how I came up with Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno.

They'll be bullshitting Ben as her new master to "finish out the padawanship" since they can't tell everyone she's really in her thirties and he's conveniently there and already knows everything and was half her master anyway. Like Ben was planning on taking on Luke, but Luke is "six" and even he can't swing that as old enough to be a Padawan, and it's not like Sokari will take more than a handful of years to justify knighthood, sooooooooo

#Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Leia Organa #Jango Fett #Obi Wan Kenobi #time travel #de aging #Phoenix Babbles #Uncle Ben and Little Luke #Auntie Soka and Little Leia #I need to excise the bits that are actually funny on their own

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bts-reveries · 4 years

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waste it on me | part 27

(text under images!)

~about nine months later~

~FaceTime with Jungkook ~

You: You’re so mean *pouts*

JK: What?? What’d I do? *laughs*

You: Babe it’s been like almost a year since we’ve seen each other in person *whining* You were supposed to visit…

JK: I know I know, I’ve just been busy, you know that I have a job now.

You: *sigh* I know but like… weren’t you supposed to at least be here for all the wedding preparations? We all went out today and had a separate bride and groom date-

JK: Yeah but it’s more special for Jin hyung to spend it with his brothers, the boys and I didn’t want to intervene.

You: Yeah, I guess so— I get that, but you’re going to be at the dinner rehearsal right? Or are you guys coming the day of the wedding?

JK: Well since we’re not a part of the actual wedding, we’re just coming on the day of… I have work the day we’re leaving and I have a lot to do when we get there.

You: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you’re busy ALL the time *pout*

JK: Don’t worry, I won’t be busy for any longer, I’ll have more time with you I promise.

You: sUrE. But how much will we have before I have to say bye again *sulks*

JK: Babyyyy~ don’t be sad thinking about it now, I haven’t even got there yet *laughs*

You: I know, but please surprise me or something and tell me you’re coming earlier *putting your hands together, closing your eyes*

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acanvasofabillionsuns · 4 years

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got a fascination (with you)

chapter 1! @heavenly-roman

Summary: Roman has a Plan™ (its effectiveness is,, debatable) Warnings: self-deprecation, maybe some secondhand embarrassment, threatened fratricide (roman doesn’t really mean it), all caps in a few spots Wordcount: 3181

Step 1 - call him pet names ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you think, darling?” Roman turns to Janus for his opinion.

“Ihavetogo,” Janus says in a rush, before hurrying out of the room, face bright red.

Roman grins to glowself—he’s flustered! Glo has a chance!—and turns back to Remus.

“I guess he doesn’t want to share what he thinks.”

“…What was that.”

“What was what?”

“‘Darling?’ Since when do you call Janus ‘darling’?”

“That is step one of my master plan to woo Janus,” Roman informs him haughtily. “I was gauging his interest.”

“Or making him so uncomfortable he had to leave.”

“Wait, you think so?” Looking back with that perspective, that could definitely be the case. Oh no, what if glo’d ruined glows chance by calling Janus a pet name when he didn’t like people calling him those? What if Janus was so agitated by it he didn’t want to be friends anymore? “Shoot.”

Roman pulls out glows phone and opens glows messages with Janus. ‘dude i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i just’

Roman looks up at Remus. “Quick, what do I tell him I did it for?”

“I don’t know, why are you asking me? You said I’d be terrible at wooing!”

“Remus!”

“I don’t know! Say you do it with your friends sometimes? Or tell him the truth.”

“Friend thing!” Roman crows, typing ‘use pet names on my friends sometimes? but i won’t for you, sorry again’ and sending it. “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.”

“I think the truth was the better option,” Remus tells him snobbily.

“Everyone’s a critic.”

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What was that? “Darling??” Since when is Janus Roman’s darling???

Janus buries his face in his hands, keeping enough visibility that he can actually see where he’s going. He makes his way to the nearest bathroom and plops to the floor. He’s too gay to worry about germs or whatever else because Roman just called him darling.

Did that mean glo likes him back? Maybe? But surely Roman knew what glo was saying when glo called him darling, and Janus doubts glo just calls crushes darling without confessing first. That sounds like it has the potential to be incredibly awkward. But maybe glo does?

Or maybe there’s some explanation Janus had just forgotten about? Or an obvious answer that he’s just completely missed?

Roman had said it so casually. “Darling.” Like it was normal. (One part of Janus’s brain whispers what if it was normal and Janus can feel the blood rushing to his face.)

Janus’s phone dings and he pulls it out, hoping he can distract himself from the massive gay crisis he is having. No such luck, unfortunately.

‘dude i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, i just use pet names on my friends sometimes? but i won’t for you, sorry again’

Oh. It was a friend thing. Roman didn’t mean anything by it.

Janus buries his face in his hands again, this time from embarrassment, and groans. Stupid, thinking Roman calling him darling meant anything. Although, who just calls their friends pet names randomly? That’s such a stupidly (endearingly) Roman thing to do.

Oh, he hasn’t answered Roman yet. He should do that.

Janus sits up and taps the screen so the little cursor and keyboard pop up. He thinks for a minute on how to spin his sudden departure as not very gay, then realizes Roman gave him an excuse. Wait, no, because then Roman’ll think he’s upset with glow or something because of it. Maybe he can pretend he had somewhere to be? Flimsy excuse, but he doesn’t want to leave Roman on read for longer to think of a better one and risk Roman thinking he’s mad at glow or something. The double “sorry” almost definitely means glo feels guilty for saying it.

‘it’s okay idm! I just remembered I had somewhere to be. sorry if I made you feel bad, you’re fine I promise ’

Janus rereads the message a few times, changing the exclamation point into a semicolon and rearranging the last bit so it reads ‘I promise you’re fine’ before sending it. There’s a pause of a few seconds where Janus stares at his screen, then a bouncing ellipsis appears for a moment before Roman replies ‘it’s okay!! gl with your thing!!’

Janus smiles at his screen, then puts a hand over his mouth to hide it. He’s so gone on Roman.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Step 2 - see how he reacts to the idea of them dating ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, Janus!” Roman calls, running up and skidding to a stop in front of him. “Hey.”

“Hi, Roman,” Janus says, smiling at glow, which glo takes as a good sign.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“Okay?”

Shoot, Roman realizes, I am not going to be able to just ask how he’d feel about going on a date with me. What do I do now?

“Roman?” Janus does a little wave at glow. “You good?”

“Yeah!” Roman flashes him a grin.

“What’d you wanna ask me?” Janus prompts after another few moments of Roman frantically trying to make up an excuse.

“I, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Screw it. “I wanted to ask if you’d want to hang out with me sometime?” Roman winces at how squeaky glows voice got by the end of it.

“I mean, sure? Why do you sound so nervous, though? We’ve done that plenty of times before.”

Roman’s shoulders climb up near glows ears. “No, I mean like? Hanging out? One on one?” There’s a pause where Janus opens his mouth to speak and Roman realizes that glo isn’t sure glo wants to know what he’s going to say, so glo rushes out, “Oh look at the time I’ve gotta go sorry bye see ya!” and sprints off.

Roman runs outside, to glows car, and slides into the driver’s seat, letting glows head thunk against the top of the steering wheel. That certainly could’ve gone better.

It’s only after Roman’s started driving home that glo realizes glo’s finished the first two steps, which means past-Roman was too optimistic about glo’s ideas-ability and current-Roman has no clue what glo’s going to do next.

“Besides wait to see if he unfriends me because of how weird I was acting, I guess,” glo mutters to glowself. Janus doesn’t seem like the type to do that, but if he pieces together that Roman likes him, gets uncomfortable, and decides to distance himself from Roman because of that? …That sounds like an unfortunately realistic scenario.

Roman sighs. There’s nothing to do now but wait and see how (or if) Janus reacts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Step 3 - ??? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Janus looks at the fake potted plant across the hall from where he’s standing.

“Did that seem really weird to you too or is it just me?” he asks it, in lieu of an actual human being anywhere nearby to ask.

The plant, predictably, doesn’t reply, and Janus sighs.

He considers messaging Roman to ask what all that was about, but judging from how dodgy glo was in person, Janus doesn’t think he’s going to get a better answer through text.

Was Roman asking you on a date? his traitorous brain asks, and Janus scrunches up his nose and tells it to stop seeing things that aren’t there. He’s not going to let himself assume and then make a fool of himself when he turns out to be wrong, weirding out Roman and potentially losing glow as a friend in the process.

Even if Roman’s anxiety levels did seem disproportionately high, glo’d only asked if they could hang out. They’d only hung out in groups before! They were still in the process of being comfortable around each other! Being nervous about hanging out with a friend you aren’t very close with yet is perfectly normal! If Janus’s brain could shut up about what if glo likes you back and it seemed kind of like glo might’ve been asking you on a date that would be great, thank you! He isn’t going to read too deeply into things and find some meaning that doesn’t actually exist, thank you very much!

…If this line of thought could stop sounding like he’s trying to convince himself of it, that would be great too, thanks.

Janus shakes his head to clear it and pulls out his phone, turning on some music to distract himself as he walks out to his car. He just needs to stop thinking about this for a bit, and then he can do something—ask Remus? Maybe? That sounds like a decent plan—about it later.

By the time Janus has driven home, the plan to ask Remus about it has solidified in his brain, so he goes inside and grabs an apple to snack on while he texts Remus.

‘hey’

‘Yooooooooo’ comes a few minutes later. Janus squints, counts the o’s, considers asking how Remus remembers the exact number of o’s he’s done each time so he can add one more every new conversation, then decides he doesn’t want to get into that.

‘has Roman been acting,, off? at all with you today?’

‘No why’

‘glo asked me if I wanted to hang out one on one then ran away before I could answer?? I was hoping you could tell me about that?’

‘SLDKJFSLDF glo DID??’

‘yes’

‘Omg this is too good,,,,, glo’s never living this down,,,,, tried to ask you out on a date and ran away before you could say yes KASNFKENFNSKFNE’

Wait.

Date? Roman had been trying to ask him out on a date??

Wait.

Before he could say yes???

‘remus wth’

‘I can’t,,,,,,,,, as soon as glo gets home i’m gonna look at glow and burst into laughter,,,,,,, this is amazing,,,,,,’

‘remus wdym “before i could say yes”?? who’s to say that i would’ve agreed to a date??’

‘Would u have?”

‘i mean, glo asked if we could hang out. not go on a date’

‘Okay but you totally would’ve said yes either way’

Janus doesn’t respond, trying to figure out how to deny it without sounding like a complete liar.

‘( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Your silence is condemning you fool’

‘...maybe,’ Janus finally acquiesces. ‘i admit to nothing.’ Then, because Janus is still very confused about this, ‘roman was trying to ask me out??’ Remus has been annoyingly unhelpful about answering that so far.

‘Kakandfdfas yeah’

‘i see’

‘Jdgsfskdfsdsjsjjsdj what’s that supposed to mean’

Janus leaves him on read, already plotting how to use this information to his advantage (and a little bit to spite him. Just because he can).

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“Virgil,” Roman groans. “I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah.”

“And Remus won’t stop laughing at me about it, thus forcing me—what do you mean ‘yeah?’ You’re supposed to be supporting me! I—you don’t even know what I’m complaining about yet!”

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Don’t need to know what you did to know you’re an idiot.”

Roman scoffs offendedly. The disrespect! And after glo is trusting him enough to open up about glows problems!

“I don’t have to take this!”

“But you will.”

Roman hums, conflicted. Usually, glo would take Virgil’s mocking, giving just as good as glo got, but glo doesn’t really feel good enough about glowself at the moment. After embarrassing glowself in front of Janus, Roman’s ego is at an all time low, and Virgil isn’t helping.

Virgil pokes glow. “If it’s bothering you I can stop.”

“Tone it back a bit?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks.”

“‘Course.” Virgil pokes glow again and Roman bats at his hand, but glo’s smiling now. “What’d you do this time, princex?”

Roman sighs and puts a hand to glows forehead dramatically, slumping back in glows seat. “It’s tragic! I’ve been humiliated and can no longer show my face around school.”

“I’m heartbroken,” Virgil deadpans. “What happened?”

“I asked—” Roman falters. This sounds… stupid. Glo asked Janus a question and then ran away before he could answer? Virgil’s probably going to laugh at glow. Roman would probably laugh if the situation was reversed. “You know what, nevermind.”

“No, what is it?” Virgil presses, smirking, but he drops it when he notices Roman’s expression. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just... don’t really want to talk about this anymore,” Roman says, putting an elbow on the table so glo can cover glows mouth with glows hand as glo looks over at the wall.

“Okay,” Virgil agrees. “Is this ‘I’m scared of being vulnerable’ don’t want to talk or something else? Because if it’s the first thing then I promise not to laugh at you or judge you or anything.”

Roman wrinkles glows nose, considering. Still staring at the wall, glo says, “I was going to ask Janus out on a date, but I chickened out and asked him how he’d feel about ‘hanging out one on one’ or something stupid, and then chickened out again and ran away before he could answer. And now I think he’s probably figured out I like him and he’ll probably stop being friends with me because now it’s weird. So.” Glo gives a short, self-deprecating laugh. “Anyway, how’re you doing?”

“I’m fine,” Virgil says lightly after a moment. “My best friend was scared to tell me something, but glo opened up anyway, so I’m proud of glow and happy glo was comfortable enough to share that with me. And despite how anxious glo is about the situation, I think it’s gonna work out for glow.”

Roman looks over at him, asking softly, “I’m your best friend?” Glo’d figured, kind of, but it was the first time either of them had said it to each other.

“I mean, one of, but yeah. I don’t annoy just anyone; my anxiety’s way too high for that.”

“And your standards,” Roman jokes, pointing glows nose in the air.

“And my standards,” Virgil agrees, grinning.

“Well, I suppose, then, that I could concede that you’re my best friend too, and that I appreciate you saying all that,” Roman says primly, making eye contact with Virgil for a moment and smiling before glancing away nervously. “Do you really think it’ll work out?”

“Oh, yeah,” Virgil says, with much more confidence than Roman thinks he maybe should have. “Definitely.”

Roman squints. “I’m trusting you.”

“As you should.” Virgil sticks his nose up in the air in what Roman is certain is a mockery of glow earlier, and so of course glo reaches over and shoves him, laughing at the indignant squawk Virgil makes. From there it devolves into them hitting at each other, not hard enough to really hurt, and laughing so hard that for a while Roman forgets about Janus.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Step 4 - profit ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey, Roman,” Janus calls, walking the last few steps over to glow. He wonders briefly if the roses are too much, but Roman’s already turned to look at him so he guesses it’s too late to try to subtly get rid of them or something.

Roman’s face does a thing, where it sort of… spasms? Just for a second, but it’s almost like a flash of fear before Roman’s grinning at him and Janus wonders if he’d imagined it.

“Hi, Janus!” glo chirps. “Whatcha got there?” Glo leans over to the side, trying to look behind Janus’s back.

“A gift,” he tells glow, “to, uh, try to— actually, yeah. Just a gift. For you.” Janus mentally facepalms. Remus said Roman likes him; he shouldn’t be so nervous about this!

“For me?” Roman’s eyebrows raise. “What’re you trying to do?”

“Um.” Janus gathers all his courage, pulling the roses out from behind his back and shoving them towards Roman as he says, “Ask you on a date?” It comes out sounding more like a question than he’d intended, and he squeezes his eyes shut, bracing.

Nothing happens, and after a few moments he opens one eye to peer nervously at Roman, who’s sitting there slack-jawed.

“Roman?” Janus asks, straightening up and letting his arms relax.

There’s a squeak.

“Are you okay?”

There’s another squeak, a lot of sputtering, and then finally glo echoes, “Date?”

“If you want to go on one?” Janus offers.

“You want to go on a date… with me?” Roman’s gaze is flickering between staring at the roses and looking up at him in bewilderment.

“I—yes?” This isn’t how Janus envisioned this going. “I like you romantically, you like me romantically, we go on a date and maybe more if we both enjoy ourselves? Does that sound right?”

Roman’s face, which had been steadily growing pinker as the conversation continued, now flames bright red, and glo buries glows face in glows hands.

“Who told you I like you?”

“Remus.”

“I’m going to kill him.” Janus can see Roman take a deep breath, shoulders rising and falling, and then glo looks up at him, face still fairly pink. “And then I’m going to go on a date with you, provided this isn’t your version of a joke or something, and then if it goes well then maybe I’ll resurrect him.��

“Sounds lovely.” Janus grins. “Maybe leave the fratricide until after the date so you don’t have to go through all the work of bringing him back to life?”

“Sure.”

Lacking any response, Janus holds the flowers back out to Roman. Glo takes them gingerly, tracing the edge of a petal and rubbing another one between glows fingers, lifting it up to sniff it and admiring the bouquet. Janus watches glow, a small smile creeping on his face at how enraptured Roman is by the flowers.

After a minute or two, Roman looks back up at him.

“Thank you,” glo says, hiding the bottom half of glows face behind the roses. “No one’s ever bought me flowers before; they’re beautiful.”

“Just like you,” Janus says before his brain can do any silly little things like consider the consequences and Not say stupidly sappy stuff. Roman’s face ducks further under the flowers, and Janus thinks he hears a squeak.

“Thank you,” glo repeats.

“You’re quite welcome, dear.” Janus tacks the pet name on as revenge for how flustered he’d been when Roman called him darling on impulse, curious to see how Roman reacts. Which is, apparently, to squeak more loudly and actually pull glows face up from the bouquet enough to glare weakly at him.

“Stoooooop,” glo complains. “I retract my agreement to date you.”

“Well, in that case, let me retract my roses.”

“No, they’re mine.” Roman clutches them closer against glows chest.

“Alright, then pay for them.”

Roman squints at him. “What’s the payment?”

Janus reaches out, gesturing towards glows hand. Roman stretches it out towards him slowly, watching for what he’s going to do. Janus takes it carefully, bending over it and looking up through his eyelashes at Roman.

“Is this okay?”

Roman nods, blushing, and Janus kisses glows hand, straightening up and smirking at glow. (And if he doesn’t release Roman’s hand, it’s surely just an oversight on his part.)

“Payment.”

“This is unfair,” Roman complains. “I had this whole plan to try and woo you and now you’re being mean and you stole my idea.”

“Well,” Janus says, squeezing glows hand a little. “I’d say your plan worked pretty well.”

Roman looks at their joined hands and squeezes back, then smiles up at Janus.

“Yeah, I’d say so too.”

#virgil; poking his friends whenever the opportunity presents itself: is this a clear form of affection?#this is chapter 2 of 2 btw #i simply do not care to put a ~the end~ or anything at the bottom so y'all will get it in the tags #my fics #my writing #ts roman #ts janus #ts remus #ts virgil #nonbinary roman #roceit #platonic prinxiety #platonic dukeceit #creativitwins #sanders sides #y'all please know the lennie face is HIDEOUS in google docs and i'm so glad it looks alright here and on google docs

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