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[doujinscans]

VIVID! by だっしゅしゅしゅっぽっぽ

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[trickstermelon]

Anything and Everything u got mdude!

Oh boy that’s A Lot and it’s getting late so I’ll go Thomas centric— and specifically writhing ball of molten angst Thomas centric relating to that meme

- Both Trey and Thomas have extreme abandonment/self worth issues, obviously due to their family being torn apart at a pretty important developmental age

- while trey coped with his pain by becoming quiet and internalized, never lashing out or disobeying because he blamed himself and thought being a perfect child would reunite their family, Thomas became… obsessive

-he was old enough to realize that it wasn’t their fault for their fathers mistakes/disappearance. So his pain became anger, with a toxic combination of lack of self confidence turned into a Narcissistic complex

-his goals became only to protect the only family he had left— the only one he still considered his real family anyways, because what kind of family throws their own away?

- He treasures Trey like he would any of his dolls, he loves him with all his heart legitimately, but there were def moments early on when Trey would become scared of how controlling Thomas could be when other aspects of his life were beyond his control

- On to the development of his obsession for Chris. Their father was always at work, always distant— Chris filled that role for them, was the one who took care of their day to day needs.

- When they’re brought back together and are trying to reconnect the jagged puzzle pieces to assume any form of normalcy with their dad being an demon possessed child, Thomas unconsciously finds that his rage at their mistakes is channeled into something else. Something uncomfortable but demanding and punishing to them both.

- Thomas wants to love Chris again. He was never close to his father, but Chris he looked up to and trusted and adored with all his heart. He wants that back but there’s still so much pain. Every time they’re together and Chris doesn’t give him the affection he needs, he gets furious— but he isn’t the type for introspection, he misinterprets his own feelings as those of a passionate love rather than acknowledging that he’s still raw over past wounds.

- That must be what it is— he preens at Chris’s touch, he becomes jealous when Chris’s gaze focuses on anyone other than himself, he constantly wants to be by his side, finding any excuse to cling to him or pester him just to hold a conversation

- Meanwhile poor Trey has found that Thomas is no longer hanging out with him as much anymore, and internalizes it but is smart enough to realize and get a handle on his own problems- Chris— V— knows this Thomas— IV— is far from the carefree bratty child he used to be, but doesn’t realize exactly what’s the issue until Thomas kisses him one night when he’s half asleep in the lab

- Chris does Not Fuckin Condone this, but is frankly still too much of a coward to put his foot down. He rationalizes that Thomas meant to kiss his cheek, the angle was odd, maybe he slipped. He doesn’t let himself process Thomas’s unnaturally gleeful, victorious grin as he pushes past him to his proper bed.

- Thomas gets more daring after that, pushing his limits on what he can do, what he can get Chris to do. They’re always brushed off as accidents— Chris hoping they truly are, Thomas happily using the cover up

- Chris finally puts an end to it when Thomas creeps into his room when everyone else is asleep and forcibly kisses him, undeniably not a kiss of a brother.

- He gets him away and cornered, Thomas’s panic becoming a still hopeful attempt at seduction, then rage, and finally a break down.

- Chris has a headache - Thomas has more issues to sort through - With a lot of time and therapy they manage root out the issue and it becomes one very very awkward inside joke

- Anyways this version Thomas is a Right Nasty Gross Boy and needs a fuckin therapist and maybe a juice box. Also Trey needs to get some fresh air away from these creeps he can be part of the Tsukumo household now

- I’m so sorry

[xionchan]

Vendetta for the meme

lol under a cut for length

Who is the restless sleeper?

IV. No question. He has nightmares and insists that he Does Not. (Chris knows and doesn’t know what to do.)

Who eats cereal for dinner?

Chris when he’s busy doing Science ™. IV thinks it’s tasteless and lame.

Who wears odd socks?

Chris when he has a bad day. IV calls him out.

Who reads more?

Definitely Chris, he’s the nerd after all. IV’s more like, “books? sounds fake”

Who prefers a bath over a shower?

Chris prefers the bath, IV prefers the shower. Chris literally can’t deal with his hair though.

Who can knit?

LOL NEITHER

Who has the weirder laugh?

points at IV

Who gets more jealous?

POINTS AT IV

Who sleeps with a teddy bear?

IV stares at his dolls and then proceeds Not To, so, neither,

Who still uses internet explorer?

lol neither they are Science after all

Who is the most sentimental?

IV shows more emotion but Chris is mushier

Who can play an instrument?

(cdc voice) Chris plays the piano

Who has the worst sense of direction?

CHRIS GETS LOST EVERYWHERE AND IV IS ONLY SLIGHTLY BETTER

Who cooks breakfast?

neither, they suck

Who is the early riser?

chris would like to be but he oversleeps

[checkurselfb4umachuwreckurself]

IV: my kink is being loved and wanted

V: sure I can role play with you

[darkzearus]

♫♫♫ uou

ellie goulding - burn

He burned with the fire and he burned with the loss and both of them were the kind of burning that leaves scars and scorch-marks, and he burns now but it's different, it's-- it's hands under his clothes and lips on his skin and laughter drowned in each other's mouths and it's-- it's happiness, it's the spark in the darkness and the dawn after the night and the end of the war and he has never wanted anything more than this. It's Ryoga's fingers traced over his scar and his fingers tracing over Ryoga's scar, it's elbows jabbing into him at night and noses knocking together when they kiss, it's Ryoga's voice speaking a name he'd thrown away and bringing it back to life and him along with it.

(it's coming home, after so long thinking he'd never have one again)

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florence & the machine - rabbit heart (raise it up)

Kattobingu, it means never giving up, means never backing down, means never being scared-- or, no, it means carrying on even when you are scared (and he is, he is, without Astral he'll always be that little bit terrified). And Yuuma, well, kattobingu is his thing, it's what he is and what he does and how he got from the boy with two friends and no parents who could barely duel to the boy who saved the world with a duel and has more friends than he could ever have dreamed of.

(but Astral is how he got there too and Astral is the best and the brightest of anyone he's ever met or ever will, so Yuuma holds Kotori's hand and flies with her and all the rest and reaches forward to-- to adventure, to Astral, to kattobingu)

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hands like houses - the definition of not leaving

V finds him out in the storm after his latest fight with Tron, finds him out there with his hair and clothes plastered to his skin, eyes shut to let him lift his face into the downpour, and IV almost laughs when he hears that voice say his name (because of course it's V, of course Tron wouldn't come himself and wouldn't let his precious III out in a storm like this).

"IV," V says again, except that there's a shift in his voice this time and oh, oh, and before IV even really knows what he's doing he has his arms around him, words coming in hitching breaths against his chest (Chris, Chris, Chris, aniki-aniki-aniki) and he never realized, never knew how much he's missed him, how much he wanted his brother instead of what Tron had made him - made them all - into.

(don't leave me, he breathes into Chris' chest, and only the tightening of Chris' arms around him answers him because of course Chris will leave, of course he'll be V again, and IV doesn't want that he wants anything but that but he can't fight it right now, can't do anything more than clutch onto Chris in the cold and the rain and the darkness where it's just them, just for this one shared and muted moment)

[codeheart]

More mirror au I'll get back to other aus soon. also vendetta

Ryoga hadn't been back to his old house in a while. That magic mirror haunted him. He'd tried for over a week to get IV to remove the sheet from the mirror, to talk back to him and listen to him and understand he was real but nothing worked. And his heart couldn't take it. After so long growing attached to IV, caring about him and longing to have more than just an image in a mirror, IV's outright rejection had been too much. He wanted IV to acknowledge him. He wanted to know more about this other world and why IV was in this other version of his room and why he could see him. He needed to know it all but Thomas refused him.

But finally, he got up the strength to return. He went up to his room, gazing at the blacked out mirror. IV still left the sheet in place then. There were soft pants and moans echoing through the room and Ryoga's cheeks flushed.

IV had someone in his room with him. In his bed. IV moaned loudly and the bed groaned. Ryoga could only stare at the mirror. And jealousy bolted through him. If it wasn't for this mirror between them that could have been him. 

His cheeks burned. When did he start thinking like that? He didn't even know IV. 

Suddenly there was a crack of light and Ryoga's eyes widened slightly. There was a thud against the glass. the mirror shuddered and the sheet fell from the mirror. Now Ryoga was sure he was bright red. IV was leaning back against the mirror, his partner holding him steady as he thrust into him. It was the young man Ryoga had seen with him that first day. His hair no longer braided but flowing around his shoulders and IV's V? That was what he'd been called, right?

From this angle, Ryoga could have been right behind him. He reached for IV slowly, his hands against his back. How disgusting was he? Watching this, watching this handsome young man he barely knew except in this mirror as he and the man he obviously loved shared such an intimate moment.

"I'm sorry," V murmured, pushing IV against his the mirror. "I never meant for you to get hurt. If I'd known I would have gone in your place."

"I'm sorry too," IV whimpered. "I don't hate you. I shouldn't have said it. It wasn't you fault."

"I love you," he whispered softly. IV whined and gripped V's hair, pulling him closer against him. "I love you so much, I don't care how wrong it is, you're the most important thing in the world to me, IV. I never would have put you in that danger if I'd known."

Ryoga quickly turned away and stalked away. He couldn't deal with this. He swept from the room, sitting out in the hall. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't stay there. He shouldn't have been surprised. IV was handsome, he was stunning. Why shouldn't he have someone how loved him?

When the noise finally faded, Ryoga returned to his room. They were sitting against the mirror, IV wrapped in V's arms and snuggled up against him. V played with IV's hair and IV smiled absently.

"You two look good together," Ryoga murmured. IV's eyes widened. "He seems to really love you." IV quickly pulled the sheet up over him and his lover apparently embarrassed. Ryoga supposed he understood. "If I'm not real, why do you feel the need to hide?"

"You've gone tense, Thomas," V said, twisting IV's hair around his fingers. Ryoga frowned. Thomas? Was that his real name? "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," IV replied, burying his head in V's shoulder. "Nothing. It's nothing."

"Thomas."

"I- I think this house is haunted, Chris," he whispered. "I keep hearing Ryoga's voice coming from the mirror."

"I'm not a ghost," Ryoga laughed. "I'm real. The mirror is some sort of window."

"Don't be silly," V murmured. "There is no such thing as ghosts and haunting. And Ryoga is alive."

"See, even he knows I'm real."

"I wanna switch rooms," IV whispered.

V sighed, stroking his cheek gently. "What if I stayed in here with you? At least until you get your bandages off. Just a few days."

"Why?" Ryoga said. "What happened? What's under the bandages?"

IV ignored him and V kissed his forehead. They loved each other. Ryoga smiled absently. It was ok, even if IV wouldn't acknowledge him, he hadn't insisted the sheet was put over the mirror again and seemed content as long as V was with him. And that was ok. It would give Ryoga more chance to get to know him and maybe convince him to talk to him. Maybe they could figure out what was going on and why they'd been brought together like this.

[time-to-text]

Brotherly love!

[doujinscans]

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[xionchan]

Would you do Vendetta for me? :3

i didn’t know you even ship that lmao

but. sure

who is more likely to hurt the other? they are both likely to, but V is slightly more likely to hurt IV (indifference, even if fake, hurts)who is emotionally stronger? V, because IV is a trainwreck

who is physically stronger? I feel like IV would be. Mostly because being an idol-ish figure tends to include working out and V is a scientist. (both of them aren’t very strong tho) who is more likely to break a bone? IV. reckless afwho knows best what to say to upset the other? IV knows better how to do it it intentionally, V is better at doing it untentionallywho is most likely to apologise first after an argument? not happening anytime soon t b hwho treats who’s wounds more often? I could see V treating IV’s. Especially the eye one. who is in constant need of comfort? IV but he’s not saying anything.who gets more jealous? IV. 100%.who’s most likely to walk out on the other? V. what are responsibilities.who will propose? not happening due to legal hoops but honestly who wouldn’t want to see chris in a wedding dresswho has the most difficult parents? same parents, sowho initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? V, under some pretentious excuse, probably (until he realizes this gets the fangirls going, so he stops. but then IV does it to piss him off.)who hogs the blankets? IV!!! it’s hell lmaowho gets more sad? V. IV gets angry instead.who is better at cheering the other up? arguably IV because V is a loser and doesn’t know how to Emotionswho is more streetwise? i’ll say V (only slightly so tho lmao). since he went away on his own after IV & III ended up in an orphanage who is more wise? IV, post-canon. due to the things he learnt.who’s the shyest? nOT HAPPENING altho V would be taken off-guard easily by IV initiating PDAwho boasts about the other more? lolno who sits on who’s lap? IV, to piss V off

[hartadacarbs]

[Ficlet] Bro-Date

Thomas took a bite out of his churro, staring at items in a gift shop while Chris went to the bathroom. It was the older brother's idea; go to a theme park together for brother-brother bonding time. And it wasn't so bad, really. Chris wasn't that boring, and it was a theme park, so they spent half of it actually talking in queues, and the other half on rides. But it was still somewhat early in the day - things could've soon turned awry. As Thomas was admiring a stupid little keychain, he felt someone force something onto his head. He turned on his heels, ready to hit whoever it was. But it was only Chris and—what the hell did Chris have on his head? Thomas took off the thing his brother forced onto his head and looked at it. "We're not wearing matching hats. Jesus, people will think we're—" "Keep it on, it'll be cute," Chris insisted. For some reason, Thomas actually complied. Though he huffed the whole time, thanks to the stupid hat. But Chris either didn't notice, or simply did not care. Thomas kind of guessed it would've been the latter, though; his brother could be kind of a dick sometimes when it came to things he wanted. Chris bought every single picture of them on rides, despite the fact that they looked really, really silly with their hats. They looked sort of cute together, though. Thomas still argued they looked like a couple, and every time he brought that up, Chris would shush him. Not even the thought of an imaginary incestuous relationship with his younger brother would have deterred him from the stupid hats! But ignoring the stupid hats, it was actually pretty fun to just hang out with Chris. He really wasn't as boring as Thomas thought. That was something he was sure to keep to himself. Still, he dug his heels the entire day due to the hats. Chris probably saw through the act, especially with that small smile he kept giving Thomas. By the end of the day, the two of them could have honestly said they were satisfied. Chris had finally gotten a little closer to his brother after so long, and Thomas wasn't so neutral about Chris anymore. It was kind of nice. Of course, the first thing Chris did when they got home was show everyone the photos of them in the theme park. The first thing Thomas did was groan and removed the hat, stomping off to his room. He didn't want to hang around with them giggling at the stupid photos of the two brothers. Once in his room, Thomas pulled out a box from under his bed filled with stuff from his childhood, and gently placed the stupid hat inside. He figured the least he could do was keep it somewhere safe. He quickly shoved it back under his bed and sat on his bed, sighing. Today was a good day.

[darkzearus]

♫♫

emmelie de forest - only teardrops

They remember him lying to them (an omission is a lie, they have learned that in their time around humans, and Yuuma omitted and so he lied), remember that one— that one replacing them, remember that one feeling wrong in a way that they hadn’t been able to put a finger on, and yet Yuuma hadn’t seen it, Yuuma had still replaced them. Replaced them and ignored them and when they try to fuse there is whispering in their ears and perhaps it’s that one or perhaps it’s their own but either way he betrayed them he replaced them he lied to them and something snaps.

(they are burning and going out all at once and there is painpainpain and their thoughts are fractured and his body is thick and heavy in their control but he can attack, he can attack and attack if nothing else he can attack)

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bastille - things we lost in the fire

Do you ever think about before, he wants to ask; do you ever wonder— do you ever wish— do you think, if it had never happened, but you can’t ask things like that, or he can’t - they can’t - anyway. Can’t acknowledge what they were, what they could have been, what they’ll never be no matter what they do for Tron because Tron isn’t their father any more than they’re Chris or Thomas or Michael now, none of them are what they were and none of them will ever be those things again.

(all he can do is to press lips to V’s throat because it’s okay, it’s okay, they’re not Chris and Thomas anymore so what’s to stop them; all he can do is move V’s hand, cover the scar with the fingers as if the cold of them will make it stop burning; all he can do is breathe the name-that-isn’t-V’s and turn it into a plea before V can ever tell it was meant for more than that)

[codeheart]

Vendetta "Look at me - just breathe, okay?"

*cracks knuckles* get ready for some feels

"IV?"

There was a crack and V hissed, holding his cheek as IV collapsed to his knees, tears pouring down his cheeks.

"IV, I'm so sorry."

"You're sorry," IV hissed. "You're sorry?!" He turned and V took half a step back, stunned by the fury and pain on his younger brother's face. "I can hardly see! My face is ruined! But that's ok because you're sorry!"

"IV-"

"You don't even care, do you?! As long as I'm still doing what Tron wants, you don't care!"

It was like a knife to V's heart. Of course he cared. Everything he'd done this far was because he thought it was best for his brothers. This time things had gone wrong but he'd thought it was best. He thought Tron's plan was best for his brothers, to get their family back. He never meant for this to happen. He never meant for IV to end up like this, scarred and in floods of tears. This wasn't what he wanted at all.

"Did you ever care, V?" IV whispered hoarsely.

V hurried over to IV's side, falling to his knees next to him and wrapping his younger brother in his arms, holding him close and forcing him to stop fighting him. Tears filling his own eyes and he shut them tightly to stop them falling.

"I'm sorry," he said again, murmuring his apologies into IV's hair. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He couldn't stop. He just apologised over and over, unable to say anything else. What else could he say? He'd convinced his brothers to do this. He'd pulled them into this mess and told IV to stop arguing and do as Tron said. This was all his fault. He should have looked after them better. He should have kept them safe. He should never have let them go.

A pathetic sob escaped him and V buried IV's hair to hide his shame as tears spilled over. How could he have been so stupid he'd dragged his brothers into this? How could he have allowed this to happen? His chest heaved and he struggled to breathe as the entire thing became overwhelming. His barriers that kept him calm and controlled and strong for his brothers came crashing down and all he could do was hold IV close and cry.

He hated it. He hated it so much, allowing IV to see him fall apart like this. But he loved IV. He cared about him and wanted to look after him. He shouldn't see him like this. But he couldn't stop himself now. He'd fallen apart and couldn't get control of himself once more. He loved IV, to be accused of never caring was the worst pain he'd ever been through. He knew IV was taking this hard, the injury caused him pain and discomfort and obviously made him self conscious but to suggest V didn't care, even just to make V hurt as he was, was unacceptable.

"Hey," IV whispered, squirming loose and cupping his cheeks. "Hey." He forced V's head up and his eyes cracked open, gazing at his brother's disfigured face, another stab of guilt shooting through his chest. "Look at me- just breathe, ok? Breathe."

V nodded slightly, struggling to calm down and take deep breaths. He had to get a hold of himself. He had to be the strong big brother his family needed. He wiped away his tears with his sleeves and nodded slightly.

"I'm ok," he whispered. "I'm alright. Thank you, IV."

"Are you sure?" IV said.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine, thank you." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry, just... don't suggest that I don't care about you again. It's the furthest thing from the truth."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Brothers and family."

More than that. But he couldn't tell IV that, could he? That would just make things worse, wouldn't it? How could he ever tell IV he was so inappropriately attracted to him? How could he ever tell IV he thought about him when he was alone at night? That he considered IV's body more than he should, that his gaze would linger on his lips and wonder what it would be like to kiss him, that he long even in that moment to push IV to the floor and make him scream in ecstasy beneath him?

He couldn't. IV could never know. He had to remain the story, calm, steely big brother they needed and never the sinful, incestuous, weak willed man he really was. Big brothers were heroes to their younger brothers. He knew III and Iv had once seen him like that. He could never shatter that illusion. IV could never know how disgusting he really was.

"What's wrong?" IV whispered as V stood, brushing himself off. "You've got that look again."

"Nothing, IV," he said softly. "Nothing. Just... thank you for putting up with that. I shouldn't be so weak when you're struggling with this." He offered IV his hands and helped him up into bed. "I'm here for you, IV. Whatever you need, I'm here. Please, don't ever think you're not my priority. I love you. More than you can ever imagine. More than you can understand. I love you."

IV stared up at him in silence and for a section, V wondered if IV might actually know. There was something in his eyes. Something strange. Did IV alright knew? Did he already understand how V felt? Was that why he'd grown distant? Did he already know and hate V for how he saw him? V hated himself enough for the both of them.

But then IV nodded and laid back in the pillows, letting V tuck him in. "I love you too, V."

V smiled weakly. Not in the same way though. He leant over, kissing his forehead softly. He waited with IV, holding his hand gently as he drifted off to sleep. IV didn't deserve this. He was an innocent boy really. V sighed, giving into one disgusting, selfish desire, telling himself just once couldn't hurt and IV was fast asleep.

His lips brushed his brother's softly, testing how deep he really was, and when he got no reaction, V pushed his luck further. He leant in once more, this time claiming IV's lips in a soft, sensual kiss. IV stirred, letting out a soft grunt and sigh but settled within a matter of seconds.

"Get well soon, Thomas," he whispered against his lips.

[doujinscans]

bittersweet by あの子は and ドロシー

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[dancermarianne]

is iv touching vs butt

[xionchan]

How do some of the incest ships you like work (like the Arclights for example)? When do they realize they're more than just siblings and do they turn into a physical relationship?

tbh I usually, if at all, write my incest ships in an “au where incest is normal” way, bypassing the issue altogether

or i otherwise handwave it

ship-specific answers under the cut

if I /had to/ include social norms, it’d depend on the ship, but either way I feel like it’d be something very impulse based for most of them? RyougaRio would be more the quiet type, who don’t make that big of a deal of it (but Ryouga is a loser with regrets because he worries for Rio). Could be physical or not, really. 

For the Arclights, for V/IV, it’d be all impulse, with IV initiating the thing and V kind of, following. Probably a very physical relationship, with a psychological component underneath it.

III/IV could go either way, but IV is bad with words so I doubt they’d ever actually communicate about the nature of whatever they have there. (”It’s all been a mess lately, why not at least let this be fine?”)

And, yeah, my take on it.