#yeah anyway this concept gave me brainrot

[seelestia]

we missed you, welcome back!

i had a thought for a few days now and then i saw that you were back and i just had to share this

so imagine that you wake up in teyvat one day and you speak a different language bc they probably don’t speak english in teyvat, and no one understands you, but then there’s the smart haravatat ppl like alhaitham and faruzan (idk if there is anyone else) who use their smart language brains to figure out how to talk to you, i think that would be super cute

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BRAINROT ANON— my comrade on tumblr, i missed you too!! i'm so honored that you thought of me aww :') you knew i'd be glad to brainrot with you anytime!! /gen. i focused less on how they communicate with you, but rather more on the events surrounding this concept. hope ya don't mind! so good to see you again <3

extra note: this was written from a platonic pov! yk those movies where a protagonist helps out their 'otherworldly' companion to go back to their home world? yeah, that's what i'm going for here. movies like 'home' and 'cj7' came to mind immediately. that's us and faruzan!! oh, and alhaitham is here too, i guess. /j

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imagine waking up one day to find yourself transported to the middle of the hypostyle desert. the sun burns, scorching hot on your skin then suddenly, it's gone? oh no, some strange turquoise lady is peering at your face with disapproval. you suspect she thinks you're a reckless traveler who forgot to bring ample supplies to a place like this. “███ ███ ████ ███?” she says and you realize you don't understand a word.

[translation: did your water storage run out?]

imagine the confusion on faruzan's face when you mumble a few sentences? noises? grumbles? she specializes in semiotics (and ruins), not speech pathology so how is she supposed to know? anyway, she graciously takes you in! and brings you back to her residence. yes, yes, how generous, applaud her later but she cannot hand you over to the akademiya just yet. (who knows what they'll do with you? you're obviously not of this world.)

imagine trying to communicate with faruzan using other means besides language. one of them includes pointing at the fresh apple slices on her kitchen counter. she gives them to you and notes how you say 'tenk yu' (?) which she takes as a sign of gratitude. of course, she also jots it down in her notes alongside her observations. how interesting.

and she manages the grand feat of roping alhaitham in, somehow someway. he's a youngster (everyone is a youngster if you're one hundred years old at this point) far too solitary for her liking — plus, notoriously hard to convince but that helps: he's someone who won't tattle! that's her logic here. she even had to invite him over for dinner and introduce him to you herself! ugh, she really had no more funds left to spare... so this better works.

it did, oddly. alhaitham's first instinct is to question and his deductions conclude that you are far too genuine (for lack of a better word) for all of this to be a ruse. the way you pointed at his fit and gave him a thumbs-up he assumed that you meant to say you thought it's “cool”.

alhaitham observes you; when you speak, none of the words sound familiar to his experienced ears and trust him, his quota of languages exceed many. he is not here to brag, so don't twist it. nor do you seem to understand anything whenever he or faruzan speaks. you don't even react in the slightest when he mentions or addresses you directly, only a tap on the shoulder works. it's safe to assume you do not know teyvatian language.

the guy in gray green turns to madam faru with a hum. she taught you to refer to her that way. it took hard work and lots of apple slices. “██... ██ ███ ████ █ ████?” he asks.

[translation: so... do you have a plan?]

“██ ███ █████!” she puffs out her chest in determination.

[translation: in due time!]

he sighs.

you blink, eternally confused.

[thatdeadaquarius]

Was reading thru ur answered asks again (also hey lol i CAME BACK--) and like. Oh my god. It gave me The Most Idea.

So you get isekaied to Teyvat right? They hear your og language, they revere every single worf from your mouth, yadda yadda yadda. But like. How does SLANG AND THE OTHER ASPECTS OF UR OG LANGUAGE translate. I am having VERY heavy flashbacks to Pokemons "jelly filled donuts".

So like-- for example: (this is the first one that came to my head dont judge me i am tumblr trash) (lets also assume that traveler has perfect understanding of ur language and slang and all the nuances of it)

Lets say you and the traveler were hanging out with some of the Vision holders, and the traveler had some shenanigans and pranks or something planned. After they pull their shit, you say "i hate you so much (affectionate)". Which kind of throws the Vessels in for a loop because like-- their god literally just said they HATED someone. And hate is a PRETTY STRONG WORD. So they should DEFINITELY strike them down for catching their gods ire but-- AFFECTIONATE????? how does one hate someone affectionately???????? Does this mean their god hates the traveler but decided to recind their hate last second? Is it some form of Divine and Holy emotion that cannot be described by the mere words of their language????

Meanwhile youre just there vibin and having a blast with the traveler while you casually give them a philosophical crisis AHAHAHA

Another example is shortened words-- because i know teyvat doesnt have shit like "ily" or "omg" or "lmao" or "fyi" or "brb". Because honestly, without the cultural knowledge and background of the internet, these sets of letters are just fucking GIBBERISH.

And i know that like-- i know enough internet slang abbreviations that i can literally just talk in jumbles of letters, so how in the WORLD would the vessels interpret that? Because its very clear that their god is just using the letters of their language, HELL they might even use Teyvatian letters so what in the world are they saying????

So theyd just hear a convo between the traveler and reader thats like:

Reader: traveler, i gtg asap; tldr i forgot some stuff back in the cr brb

Traveler: wait fr?

Reader: yeah fr

Traveler: lol f

Reader: (sighs) ffs man-- anyways brb for real

Traveler: cya

And the vessels are just watching the exchange like "huh?? What????? What just happened here??????" And theyre just wondering if they used teyvatian to talk in the "divine language of the gods" but nah-- yall are just dickin around AHAHA

Hey, so it came to my attention some of this was AAVE, and while i am southern so things like "ya'll" got included w/o me thinking - thats not an excuse for me to use this as a white person.

so if you wouldnt mind letting me please know if i do this as we talk abt language more and more - i do not want to repeat shit like this again.

I'm genuinely sorry to any black readers out there.

I've personally seen and cringed with you when I see imagines/reader things that assume a white person as default,

All I can do in ur eyes is promise that I am actively putting a stop to my ignorance of things like AAVE, and ask for forgiveness (which you arent obligated to give, never feel that way).

So with that in mind, read the ask below with caution, although it has since been edited.

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ITS YOU!! >:D

A treat for ur ask my liege 🤲🍪✨️

I think u were literally the first asker after my first SAGAU/Isekai language brainrot post!! Omg u came back with a banger LMAO

What in the public menace is this...

(Gif is traveler and u pranking bitches)

Traveler knowing our world + language + SLANG?? INTERNET?? is SUCH A CONCEPT

So much room for inside jokes

I absolutely love the first one u said about phrases these days/gen z ig? slang

Its like so dramatic now that i think about it

Hate / love / dead / die / just straight up threats towards ur friends as affection or if theyre annoying u 😭

So many explicitives that make it hit harder too "go fucking die, my love <3"

^^^Or yeah like contradictions lol

♤

I think it was @nexylaza (srry abt the tag!) who replied to one of my earlier asks about blunt language how that might sound like to Teyvatians like ur emotions sound more extreme than what u actually feeling (which makes sense ur literally using hate = mildly dislike LMAO)

Same situation here like what u said ^^^

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(Ok i did lovely Aether awhile back so we'll go w/ Lumine this time! <3 u Aether!!)

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*idk at an event/party for your arrival or something, and ya hungry fucks r hoarding the buffet table lol 🍻

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You: "Shut the fuck up Lumine-"

Lumine: "Why r u pouring ur drink like ur in a earthquake lmao? Shaky hands lol"

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*The immediate area of people around you go dead silent

*Lumine laughs

💀💀!!

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Lumine: "Your gonna miss our cups LMAO"

You: "Bitch!" (u grinnin too lol)

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*the whole rooms now quiet 😭

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Lumine: "Don't spill- 🤣"

You: "I fucking hate you u whore <3"

(And u give the most genuine like abt to laugh smile🥰 )

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*...a confused and kinda scared tension fills the room lol

*So poor Noelle, is like, oh. my. god. Creator is that upset with Lumine?? I must try to see what happened, how I can help! I dont remember Lumine doing anything bad to them! Shes wonderful y u do this to her 🥲

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Noelle: "Uh, um, e-excuse me? Is every-everything al-alright, Y-y-your Majesty?"

You: "Huh? Yeah why??"

Noelle: "...w-well..."

UR FACE LIKE "😗?" LMFAO

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*The room is staring at Lumine, in a mix of like shock, fear, and a little admiration for taking ur hate?? mood swing??? so well,,

theyre just waiting on Noelle to get an answer from you as to why you hate someone u seemed to care so much about, esp since they were ur first vessel 💀

look what you did their poor hearts u gonna give them a heart attack soon

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Noelle: "A-a-a-a-are y-y-you s-sure??"

SHE IS SWEATIN

You: "🤨🤨??"

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*Lumine finally notices why theyre all quiet and kinda concerned looking, bc u sure as hell wouldnt 😭 (i mean it is normal speech for u)

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And Lumine's like: "No Noelle we're all good! It's just how Your Grace's home world, er, speaks for slang? Its overexagerated purposely dont worry love"

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*Im sure they dont all believe her (or even you if u tell them 😭) and are just like,, REALLY NERVOUS CHUCKLING WHILE LIKE SWEATING-

And it takes a good like 10 minutes for the conversations to start getting back to their volume again, and they all still are looking over their shoulder checking on you guys 😰

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(U did pour drinks w/o spillin tho🍻)

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THE TEXTING SLANNGGG

Ok, but u and Lumine would fucking write letters to people, and being the little shits pranksters u are,

(Bc u kno Teyvat dont got nothing else bc we're in the medival ages, besides having cameras- 🙄 )

And u guys r constantly-

"oh yes yes, that sounds all well and good Keqing, please inform the Qixing that I'll be there ASAP"

AND THEN-

"oh haha, silly me, i forgot that only Lumine/you get that stuff, sorryyyy 😋!!!"

SOME PUBLIC MENACES LMFAO PLEASE

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And it just spreads to ALLLL the official documents u write or literally any letters sent to anybody-

And everyone else is feeling like the friend that got sacrificed to walk in the grass instead of the sidewalk 💀💀

While also being like "??¿?¿??? 🥲🥲😀😀???"

Is this ancient code?? Why does Lumine get to know it??

Why dont the like??? really old deities understand it??!!

But then nerds like Tighnari, Albedo, Alhaitham, Zhongli, Sucrose, Ayaka, Kokomi, Xingqiu, Childe, Yanfei, Shenhe, Kazhua, Sara, Ayato, Heizou, Cyno, Kaeya

Try to "solve" the letters or slang, poor things and not a single one of them gets it (y did u do this to them lmao)

(God i finally looked at a character list so i wouldnt leave anyone out, but theres so many of these fucks by now help)

^^^But all these ppl try to solve it in different ways/for different reasons that im too lazy to type out individually, u can see it right??

Some see this as an ancient scholarly code thing, some of them think of it like a rlly hard puzzle, and some just rlly want to put the mental effort into knowing/not being left out 😭😭

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And if anybody happens to see some letter exchanges w/ Lumine or like any written responses, you do not. stop. using. text slang. back to back.

(Like what u put in the ask💀)

And its so miserable for those characters mentioned especially, bc they look like scrambled letters 😭

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Honestly them seeing u two talk to each other via letters just proves that the letters even mean anything at all to them, bc how did u understand each other, otherwise???!!

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(No one would ever realize u guys were fucking around unless u told them 💀)

✨️Sorry✨️this✨️isnt✨️that✨️great✨️i✨️just✨️wanted✨️ to✨️ expand✨️ on✨️ what ✨️u ✨️already ✨️had ✨️nothing ✨️new✨️ 🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️

I felt feral and out of it when i wrote this, i literally dont remember a single word i typed on that bullet list..

SO i still have asks/requests im gonna answer but i will be posting my follower event poll!! CLICK ME :) ♡

Yall get to choose what i write about for some posts :D

(You can be a new follower!)

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BTW

UR SO BIG BRAIN SMART 2ND RANDOM U EVEN THOUGHT ABT TEYVATIAN LETTERS GETTING INCLUDED ADHJSLALASLL

WHAT A GENIUS

I hope my shit writing was somewhat ok of a reply to read to pay u back for that great idea lol

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds

@karmawonders

[dilatorywriting]

A concept- a brainrot, if you will- I wish to present to you on a silver platter, respectfully, as your Monster Mayhem series (and D&D talk eeeee) has inspired me:

Jack Howl as both the "huntsman" and the "wolf" in a Little Red Ridinghood scenario. The forest is very dangerous, but the dangers are unseen- think spells that delude the victim into hallucinations, guiding them into acid pits and other dangers. The forest wasn't always like this, which is why people don't take the warnings seriously and wander in. Humans always so foolishly challenge fate, after all.

So Jack decides to give these people a "seen" danger to be wary of- the big bad wolf stalking the outskirts. They live afraid, but they live safe. And the town's warden (sheriff? Something of the kind?)- Jack himself, in human form- assures them that he's leading an investigation and kindly stops people who want to attempt entry.

This is a pain in the ass for you- a young adventurer who is very aware that the forest has "gone evil" because your warlock grandmother is getting too old to tend to her patron's shrine, which kept the sleeping evil of the ancient forest (which is definitely either the grave of a dead diety or the bed of a great sleeping evil) locked away. You know it is a dangerous trip, but you aren't completely helpless, having some magic under your belt yourself.

If only this damn town warden would let you peacefully wander into this absolute nightmare forest. If only a large, snow-white wolf didn't keep blocking your path- oh, sorry, didn't keep "trying to kill you," though you're pretty sure he isn't, as he always stops just short of harm.

Bonus points if:

- The thing keeping your grandma from doing her shrine maiden very suspicious, definitely spooky warlock duties is something silly, but realistic as an old people problem (like 'i can't reach that high anymore, my back hurts too much' or 'the arthritis is getting to me and I can't draw the sigils')

- Literally any "Into the Woods" reference... "into the woods and down the del, the path is straight I know it well~" *five minutes later* "fuck, this ain't my forest anymore, why didn't grandma send me a letter sooner??? By the great gods I TOLD her to get a familiar to help out around here-"

- Jack personally knows your granny and panics when you, finally, tell him (in wolf form) that you're trying to get to her. (Jack helped clear her name in a "witch hunt," which is a little ironic considering the circumstances)

-You are very done with stumbling into another life-or-death evil forest situation after the 15th time. You grew up here! You took care of the forest with grandma! Could these damn human-eating trees be any less grateful?! (To be fair, they didn't have a taste for humans when you were little.)

-Rook appears. Yes, there are two huntsman now. Of COURSE Rook is enamored by the thrill of ancient evil and a mysterious wolf. Now Jack has to keep an eye out for his own hide, too...

-Smh, the idea of rook being involved just made me think of Vil as the "ancient evil" sleeping. A little drama queen who is angry that his ritual has not been performed to preserve his 10,000-year beauty sleep. Yeah, I've decided that "sleeping evil" is actually "sleeping eVil." The horrifying forest is a result of his anger from seeing ONE (1) adorable forest boy that was prettier than himself. The stress gave him a wrinkle. The wrinkle has caused this immense horror nightmare. Vil has decided to take an angry beauty-coma until the wrinkle has faded away. This is some petty god shit.

Lord I meant for this to be more Jack-focused but then I brainrotted really hard. He's just so.... nice? Stable? Sane? It's a lot more fun to brainrot over the absolute chaotic mess that is our boys with big egos and issues with pettiness.

Anyways, I will bow and make my exit! I'm a huge fan of dark fantasy genre stuff and, as a result, adore your interpretation of the Twst cast and the environments/scenarios you create for your stories! So I wanted to offer a dose of my inspired rambles, flavored by the sheer excitement reading your fics and posts has given me. Just in case it isn't clear this isn't a request I'm just HYPE rn.

*me intently scribbling all of this down as fast as possible and having an aneurism over the awesome and AHHHHH*

But holy fuck YES, I LOVE this idea. And then the Vil shit at the end, especially seeing that he and Jack are friends in canon! So like! More overlap! But also just! All of it!! AHHHH!!! My brain is on fire.

But holy shit I am just so in love with this idea. It's giving me so much fire-in-the-brain inspiration, and I do like Jack a lot, but I don't Love love him normally (I have my two undying favs, and they can never be displaced), but goddamn now you've got me wanting to write this so badly!!!!

[cheemken]

Need to get back into the Villain Diantha AU brainrot again. Need some angst or wholesome stuff, doesn’t matter what

Only if you aren’t busy tho. I know you’re writing oneshots about the champions rn

Nah it's fine I'm taking a break from writing a bit since I already wrote two, I'm gon try posting em later and such hahah if I don't forget that is

Anyways yeah have some more villain Dia stuff that's been plaguing my mind too owo

Y'know have I actually like,, written stuff abt Diantha and Augustine's reunion or smth, cause like,,, if we're going w that one concept w Dia and Cynthia in the basement, then maybe Dia just said she doesn't want to keep Augustine waiting so Cynthia would leave too, and she wouldn't have to really hurt her

Idk how their reunion would go tho I want it to be like really fucking angsty but I also want it to be somewhat wholesome and it shows how Augustine can still pull out what little humanity Diantha has left within her

But like cndmdn imagine Augustine going back to the Carnet Manor, no one with him this time, bc the League was out finding Dia on their own too. Cynthia isn't w him right now bc of champions stuff, so he's on his own. The only pkmn he has w him is Garchomp, he left Xerneas w Calem again, thinking that if Diantha finds out he still has Xerneas, then she'd think he'd still attack her. So hey, now w his Garchomp, venturing the living room of the Carnet Manor. He never got to look around more, but now he did. There's a broken piano at the far end of the living room, and just on top of the fireplace there are some pictures coated with dust, some of the frames and glasses were broken, the pictures themselves were ripped and torn apart, leaving only Diantha's own face.

"why must you bother with those things, my darling?"

He turns and sees Diantha sitting on the couch, her usual attire without her white coat, and he could see the burnt purple skin of her right arm. "If you're looking for mother, she's right here." And she motioned to the ashes a few feet away from her, the one covering the burnt wood of the floor, the one covering that cursed C on it.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, he spoke, "Dia.. I've been looking for you.."

"really?" Came out almost a drawl, her eyes half lidded but it pierced right through him, "after you went against me?" She stood up and stepped closer to him, and he took a step back.

Augustine was terrified, Diantha never got mad at him, never. Even when he made countless mistakes, even when he rebelled against her when they were younger, she never got mad at him, never raised her voice, not even once. But this time he probably took it a step too far, he never saw such hatred in his sisters eyes aimed towards him before.

To his surprise tho, Dia pulled him close, hugging him, "oh, my darling... What have they done to you? What did they tell you for you to go against me? Have I not done everything for you?"

"of course you have, Dia. You gave me everything I ever wanted and more.. but.. but Diantha, this has to stop. You're killing people."

"have they not killed others as well?" Then she pulled away, looking at him, the intensity of her glare was petrifying, and he took another step back. Her looks softened, although... It felt like it didn't. It felt somber, it felt... It felt like she's so tired. "Arceus... Do you know how much I hate looking at you sometimes, Augustine?" And that caught him off guard, "you look so much like her. And I hate it so much. I was terrified that you'd be like her, so I made sure you won't ever be like our degenerate of a mother. I made sure you won't kill me with the same flames she used to burn my own skin." She seethed, then she turned her back to him, facing the ashes of their mother, "and yet here you are, here she is, still tormenting me even beyond the grave."

And Augustine finally sees them. The burns on her back. The same cursive C on the floor tainting the skin of her shoulder blades too. More burns littered across her back, on her spine, on her nape. It was horrific. His breathing quickened when she turned back to look at him again. Her eyes looked tired, she looked tired, and she cried. She cried, letting the tears fall, and it hurts his own heart seeing her like that, as this was the first time he ever truly saw her cry.

"I sacrificed everything for you, Augustine. Was that not enough? I only wanted this world to be better, so you won't ever get hurt again. Is that so bad?" Came out her almost desperate plea, and she watched her brother crumble before her words, his own tears brimming his eyes as he shook his head.

"Of course it was enough! Dia, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.." and he's there taking her hands, falling to his knees as he started sobbing too, choaking out his apologies. And like before, like when she just got custody of him, on their first night on her apartment, he clung to her, "I'm sorry... You're right.. I should've listened to you, you're only trying to make this world better.."

And Diantha buried her face on the crook of his neck, cooing sweet nothings as she comforts him, telling him how she forgives him for everything, that everything will be fine, and she's there hiding the smile on her face as she finally got her brother back on her side. And this time, she'll make sure the others won't ever get to him again.

[smol-nevi]

Locked my NSFW Twitter because I got exhausted of people being fucking weird about it. I'm not a lalafell. I'm a human being. "Lalafells DNI" is fucking brainrot nonsense because they don't exist therefore can't interact anyway. I'm also not cool with people blocking me then sending their friends to stalk and screenshot me after I block them so they can post it and continue to laugh at everything I say behind my back. And for fuck's sake I don't want to fuck children, what is wrong with people. Why would you even imagine someone doing that?! And I especially don't need absolute random people (who run an IRL porn selfie account! And who looks fucking 15 in their pictures!!) DMing me with harassment that Twitter won't do anything about.

Why is this on this account and not my (nominally but obviously not really) NSFW Tumblr, you probably ask? Because more people should know what it's like when you're an adult and you just want to RP a normal adult character and she happens to be short. That's literally the only difference. I don't like the ingame model, I don't like the childish appearance, I don't like the people that do like the childlike appearance for sexual reasons. I don't draw her as anything remotely like a child. I don't imagine her as anything remotely like a child.

"B-b-bu-buh-but the ingame description says other races mistake them for children—" Oh, fuck off. Nobody cares if you make something that's totally contrary to the ingame description. If you go by the ingame description and unmodded models only, there are no Au Ra with opal scales, there are no Mi'qote with giant tails, there are no tall Mi'qote or female Au Ra or short male Au Ra, there's no old characters, there's no fat characters, there's no body hair, there weren't even male Viera until recently. I think it's LESS weird to say, "hey, this Lalafell should look her age and not like a freaky bobble-headed chibi," but people will go to any fucking length to say, "NO, you can't do that, if you make this character look completely in her mid-40s and you find that attractive, you actually wanted to fuck a baby!" Because that totally follows, somehow! Obviously the definition of "pedophile" means "someone who is solely attracted to adults and likes height difference" right?

And like, she's not even "an ERP character," she's a character on which I don't mind ERPing. I have a character who's actually an older teen. I will absolutely not do ERP-related stuff with her because that's gross to me. If I wanted to be gross about minors, I could literally go do that and I never have and I never will.

Shit, I didn't even have RP of any kind in mind when I designed Nevivi. I picked her race because she had the same general body shape as me, and I gave her traits about myself I didn't like. She's fat, she's loud, she's got no internal filter, she's female. And then I said, she's also confident and attractive, and she doesn't need to change anything about herself for that to be true. I was reclaiming things about myself that I hated. How the hell in any universe is it possibly pedophilia to look at your own adult body and say, "you know, this isn't so bad actually"? But you try explaining that in 240 characters to people who don't even want to hear you out, they just want to roast you for a little bit of self-righteousness because the rest of their life is miserable and they don't care who they have to drag to their level to get out of their crab bucket.

But the fucking kicker is that I'm asexual and don't actually want to fuck anything, really. So...yeah. Again, how the hell. Like what kind of leap in reasoning does it take. The most that's going on is that I like the concept of sex, necessarily between adults or else I don't like it anymore, and that's it, but who wants to listen to that when you can brigade someone instead and pretend you're "protecting the community from predators"? There's no reason to it. But, spoilers: reasoning is not the thing they're doing, here. They're reacting emotionally and believing that it's justified because they felt gross so the thing they saw must have been gross.

And honestly it's cool if people don't want to see or know about whatever I'm drawing or writing. That's fine. That's good actually. Have boundaries, enforce them, don't look at things that make you feel gross. Seriously! I've always kept my shit segregated because I know it's squicky to some people and I respect that! But I'm doing literally zero harm to anyone, I'm going out of my way to make sure I don't, and I do not deserve to be treated this way.

So yeah. If you want to follow my NSFW Twitter, you still can, but it's approval-only because I'm fucking tired of being treated like garbage by strangers who don't even know who I am or what I'm doing and just want to project their own obsession with pedophilia and child pornography onto any convenient surface they can find. I can't have a curiouscat, I can't have DMs open, I can't even be publicly searchable because the FFXIV community, especially on Twitter, is pathologically hellbent on harassing every single person they see doing something they don't immediately approve of. And yet it's also the only place I have a following anymore too. I hate it.

[yb-cringe]

hello! since afaik you're not in the lifesteal discord people were yelling about house edge a lot today and i thought you might want to know. we were talking about how in chapter 8 clown got shown One Smidge of kindness and immediately had to reboot his brain. disaster man /affectionate

im not in any lifesteal discords, no! im uh. like an embarrassingly anxious person so ive been pleasantly watching from the sidelines

Oh???? GOD yeah, no he really is kind of fucked up. actually if i get the go ahead i might credit the person who gave me the brainrot abt him bc i have a huge . like collage of hastily written character notes and concepts and THAT ONE in particular spun this fic into a new perspective so.

anyway- disaster man indeed. what a silly little clown man with love in his heart for once

[xeiniex]

I have no idea if this will send at all, but here's an attempt!

I was sent here from Streetlight Puddles (yes I am EXTREMELY late) and the writing is absolutely immaculate--I had to read through it two times and sending a second comment feels a little much (':

high-key gave me brainrot and it's just. so well-written and yum-

No matter whether you're still into the fandom or not, but I hope you're still doing well wherever you are or whatever you're doing :D

Aaa, thank you!! I am pretty inactive on Tumblr right now, but I'm trying to get back into it. I am still in the fandom, I promise, I just haven't been focusing on generating content as much. I still love fnf, the mods and newgrounds ofc. I'm also doing great! I've had a wonderful time focusing on original stuff, I'm actually almost done with my original novel's offcial draft, so I'll actually be releasing that for review in a month or two soon.

But yeah! Love the fandom, loved writing the fic in its heyday, and still love getting comments for it! I dunno if I'll write another whitruv or fnf fic or not. I had a partially-baked concept for one a while ago, but the idea kind of burned out, and it was a really sad fic too. I have a hard time writing sad stuff.

Anyway, Hope you're having a great one as well, and thank you again so much! :^DDD

[puppet2611]

//from 4.24.23

daniel said to write more in here and im in a5 brainrot hell so

THIS PART OF A5 WAS ACTUALLY TAKEN FROM AN EARILER CONCEPT OF LF...

ok so its nothing too specific or special - just that the characters zodiacs have a special part in their stories ig 💥💥

well it only rlly applies to micheal and adam ngl

micheals a goat and adams a monkey 💥💥 (im talking abt chinese/birth year zodiacs)

this doesnt go into anything too deep, goat just means sacrifice and monkey is just a reference to a monkeys paw

micheal is really the only thing the family ever had to sacrifice and it fits in with him being catholic soo why not!! adams just a horrible bad luck attractor btw. ollies luck is sm better when hes not around

oh yeah abt oliver i decided hes gonna either b transfem or bigender 👍👍 he/she prns r fine & he goes by oliver, ollie or oliver :]

might as well continue and finish it idk

olivers also bi-romantic & asexual :3

adam and micheal r both cissies/lhj... adams deadass just gay and micheal is panromantic asexual ^_^ only reason adams not ace is for my sillu dilly rps with mfs on chai/hj

I WISH I HAD SONGS TO ASSIGN THEM BUT I RLLY DINT HAVE ANYTHING RN... i guess olivias sweet tooth by cavetown but thats like it lmfao

THIS IS SO WRONG NOW... NEW MICHEAL CONCEPT (replying to micheals old concept design)

2nd img is after death/ in the afterlife !! dont mind the text

SHITPOST ART OF HIM FROM A MAGMA WITH BUGZ BTW 😭😭 its too goofy not to show

stupid gay/j

OH YEAH I HAVE TO ADD CONTEXT TO THIS BUT UHMM I WAS RPING AS ADAM WITH A RANDOM CHARACTER FROM A FANDOM IM IN AND THEY GOT TOO FRUITY. THIS POPPED IN MY MIND WHILE I WAS OUT SHOPPING W/ MY DAD 😦 the canon charaer on first img. im cringe and a oc x canon shipper

this was set after micheals death kind of in a au where adam doesnt get depression and fixates on him for years on end 💀 but anyways itd kinda be funny if it wasnt // if they had an open relationship but when micheal finds out hes just like. "you fucked the mf bishop of the basilica?? how am i gonna show up to church each week w/o him staring at me funny now." 😭😭

anyways that eas just a random thought

i was thinking that red would be yhe overall main color for the story :3c adam already wears red usually, red is practically going to be micheals main color in art concepts i have and oliver just looks good in it lol

oh i forgot to mention earlier

i havent done the math for what year oliver wouldve been born in but im thinking his zodiac would be a dog.. theres nothing big behind it either, its just that hes kinda lost w/o adam or micheal and would probably run back to them no matter what - slight reference to the song like a dog ^^ - but its also kinda based on the fact habit said he gave off doberman vibes lol

unless yall rlly wanna judge them based off their birth month zodiacs i dont think ill give them actual birthdays 💀 but micheals birthday is april 5, just because its kind of a main part to yhe story.. (ihy server stfu abt zodiacs for one second challenge fr. i got called slurs bcz im a leo)

mentioning this again!!

i have basic ideas on how to draw scenes attached to the lyrics now :)

"see how his feet miss the ground" - plain red background against two feet just kinda dangling from the top. the lyrics are right below the shadow

"and he falls inside a hole he dug for me" - i really didnt know what to for this even after hours of thinking since micheal never planned to kill adam or anything alike so i just opted to have adam standing there in shock again, against a plain red background. theres might be a little of that on his hands too :]

"the kind of irony youd read in bible stories" - shillouette of micheal sitting up jn his grave. the backgrounds still red. hes holding a white book with yellow text on it ^_^ you might be able to infer what the book is from the lyrics imo (replying to another msg. too long to include )

i might make a bunch more oc x canon (8:11) interactions soon too :33 or crossover stuff

like ryker meeting both emilio and oliver (mc meeting lol) or emilio meeting micheal since micheal wanted to be a priest but last minute settled for being a jeweler 😞

i deadass kinda want micheal to meet my friends oc felix but i have not the slightest idea how that would work

ooo micheal and aster meeting would be cool too ( old jewelery making mfs/silly )

Anyways that's all I've got for now!! i might come back jn a bit or some other time ^^

[kazewhara]

Congrats on your milestone Zuzu! 🎉 At first I didn't think I'd join the event because I really had no idea of what to send, but then it hit me. I feel like months ago everyone brainrotted on the concept of mean!Kazuha and it brought even more people to your writing works, so I think it might be cool if we could "turn back time" for this event! I don't have anything particular in mind if not a drabble w possessive mean Kazu.. but since we all like bites it'd be cool if you know... Kazuha and lovebites...

Anyways, have a good day!

🌿 — love (bites) !

✧ — pairing: mean!kazuha x gn!reader

✧ — format: hc/drabble

✧ — warnings: slightly suggestive content

✧ — tags: fluff (?), angst, slightly suggestive content (marking), implied feelings of possessiveness (kazuha), unrequited love, kazuha's a little bit of an asshole

✧ — notes: a little blast from the past, i like it! so this is a... special kind of mean!kazuha that sorta popped in my brain. you kinda gotta squint to see how fucked up this is. i really hope you like it,,, and that it makes sense .. uh, reblogs and reactions are appreciated <3

“kaedehara kid got you good, didn't he?”

"what?" you stop eating and face juza, whose brows are raised with what you assume is amazement. why would he say something like that now? you haven't seen kazuha all day. "what do you mean?"

juza points to a spot on your neck and then to your waist, where your shirt is starting to ride up, exposing your skin. "they're faint, but i can still see the bruises he gave you." juza's face becomes clouded with concern. "must've been painful, huh?"

you nearly choke. you shove your shirt down to hide the bruise and bring a hand up to cover your neck with a nervous laugh. "uh, yeah! he's just, uh..." you scramble to think of an explanation. "very competitive. i beat him a few times, so he got a little riled up. nothing serious, though."

"i didn't peg him as the aggressive type... then again, we still don't know much about him." juza sighs. "you're the only person he really talks to on this ship, kid."

bullshit, you think. "is that right..?"

"sure is. look, i get that you two are sparring partners, but take it easy on each other, okay?" juza clamps a hand down on your shoulder, an easy-going smile crossing his face. it's so easy to lower your guard around this guy. "if you see kaedehara kid today, get him back for those bruises, okay? give 'em hell."

it must be nice to be so in the dark about the truth. you mirror his smile nonetheless. "i will." juza soon departs with a wave, leaving you to your devices. you wait until he's far away enough before you dart into your cabin and move your hand from your neck.

now that you're looking closer, it's a good thing you chose to wear this shirt today. the bruise on your neck that juza was referring to was only one of many that kazuha had left a few days prior. he really was a little rougher with you that day than usual -- he said something about only letting him pick on you and no one else. whatever that meant. you're about to inspect your other bruises when someone raps their knuckles on your door gently. you fix your clothing and head over to open it.

and who else but kazuha would be standing at your door? so much for a peaceful day.

"oh. you." you deadpan. truthfully, your heart is starting to pick up speed, but you're not sure why -- you're afraid you might be anticipating what usually happens whenever he shows up at your door. "what do you want?"

kazuha makes a faux wounded expression. "no proper greeting, songbird? have you lost your manners?"

"bite me." you shoot back.

kazuha raises an eyebrow. "so you're asking for it this time?" he chuckles, the sound low. "this is a new change of pace."

"that's not what i meant, and you know it." you scoff. you march further into your room and plop onto your bed. there's really no point in turning him away; he'll either stay in your doorway or let himself in anyways, which he does. he stands close by you, his lips still quirked with an irritating hint of amusement. you don't like the way he looks at you -- at least you don't think you do. kazuha is pretty and it's probably the most irritating thing about him.

kazuha crosses his arms. "i overheard juza telling you to, and i quote, 'give me hell'." he looks far too entertained by the thought. "do you plan on following through?"

you think of the faded bruises on your skin. "maybe i should," you grunt, "since you're so bent on giving me hell." your aggression wavers just a bit on your next sentence. "did you really have to make the... the bruises so dark?"

"you can call them hickies, songbird."

"hell no. hickies are given to me by people i actually like."

there's finally a crack in kazuha's visage. he opens his mouth but quickly shuts it. there's silence. whether it's a comfortable one or not, you have no idea. kazuha's next words are a bit soft. "and who has given you hickies in the past?" you eye him warily, but answer anyways. he just hums and nods as he savors the information. "i see."

"why are you here, kazuha?" you finally ask. "what do you want?"

kazuha shrugs, the motion fluid. "originally, my plan was to suggest that we spar. i wanted to see if you would try to put me in my place." he pauses. autumn eyes zero in on you, sending a shiver down your spine. "but i'm reconsidering that."

you recognize the look he's giving you -- that look, like he's trying to devour you whole. it renders you speechless. your neck prickles with heat as kazuha makes his way over and sits beside you. like always, you don't put up much of a fight as he brings his bandaged hand to cup your jaw. kazuha hums again, this time sounding dismayed. "they really are fading, aren't they?"

"you better not." you threaten lowly. your words are harsh and cold, but they somehow still hold no bite.

"and why not?"

"people talk." it's not really that you don't want them to, it's more that you like it when they do. you wish you could be more assertive at a time like this -- if you were, you'd probably stop dancing around the truth. "they'll think we're..." together, you almost say.

kazuha picks up on your meaning right away, but your words affect him in a way you're unfamiliar with. his lashes flutter ever so slightly and something vulnerable flashes across his face. he wipes it up almost immediately, his usual smugness returning to his face.

"is that so unpleasant a thought?" he leans in and brushes his nose against the sensitive part of your neck. "they're bound to think that we're together by now, don't you think? you let me into your room..." his teeth gently tug on your skin, making you jump. "you let me touch you like this..."

it's not unpleasant. gods, it was never unpleasant to begin with, but it's plain as day that kazuha thinks of you as a fucking joke. he does this so often -- tugs you under the waves of affection and treats you like a lover only to turn around and agitate you to the brink of tears within the same day. he revels in your tears -- he's told you once before. kazuha thinks of you as his own personal plaything; one that he can do with as he pleases and stake his claim on.

and you, being the fool that you are, allow him to.

you put up a fight -- and a pretty damn good one, really -- but your heart isn't in it. it never is. you've been a sucker for kazuha from day one. sometimes you think he feels the same way; from the way he bandages you up to the way he'll subtly share his food with you when you want more but are too shy to speak up about it. but then he does this; this fake display of infatuation, this constant marking whenever you do something with someone he doesn't like or say something too smart for his liking.

it's too much, you think as kazuha's lips start to press firmer against your neck. but if this is all you can get from him, then...

kazuha blows on your skin and laughs when you jump. "you're not listening to me, are you?"

"why should i ever listen to you?" you shoot back.

"it's in your best interest to do so." kazuha's hands find rest on your waist, his fingers slipping under your shirt and brushing over a sore spot. you shudder. "i wouldn't want to hurt you again, pretty thing." he presses his fingers into your skin, making you hiss with pain.

"shut the fuck up." you seethe. "you're an asshole."

kazuha hums. always with the humming. always so serene, even when he's got you in the palm of his hand. he's silent for a moment. then: "maybe you're right." he sounds almost solemn. you can feel his breath warm against your skin. "but you... you are my canvas. and i believe a new painting is in order."

you don't miss the emphasis he puts on the word my. it's poetic. it'd even be romantic if this whole situation wasn't so...

your thought are halted when kazuha suddenly starts to suck on your neck. the action startles you; your mouth drops open in a gasp and your hands fly to his shoulders, but he doesn't budge. he lowers you to lay on your back and moves with you, his mouth never leaving your skin. once you're laid down, he pulls away for a moment to just look at you.

"i fucking hate you." you grumble. at the very least, you can still put up a fight.

kazuha huffs a laugh under his breath. what is it that he finds so funny about you? "so you say." he murmurs. "then stop me." when you falter, he just smiles. "of course you can't." he eases back down and continues his assualt on your neck.

all you can do is muffle your gasps and sighs. maybe he knows how you feel. maybe, you think as he soothes the sting of a fresh mark with his tongue, just maybe, he knows how badly you want this to stop. how badly you want this to become real.

you bring a hand up to tug at kazuha's hair hard when he bites you too hard. he chuckles and continues what he was doing.

or maybe he just likes seeing you squirm. because at the end of the day, whether you like it or not, you're his. and he knows that.

...perhaps lovebites is a better word to describe the purples and reds left on your skin.

✦ and we're back to being super nervous again,,, i rlly hope this is okay!

✦ it ended up being angst, which... was not the original plan? i dunno, this is just how i see this kind of thing playing out with mean!kazuha.. he has his moments where he's just so gentle with you, but you can never be sure if he actually likes you or if he's just doing this to mess with your head (the answer is both). this is a special type of mean!kazuha, i guess!

✦ like the title says, love fucking bites, dude. this kind of love hurts.

[catcze]

BABE I MISS U SM I havent spoke on your blog for a hot minute 🤡 and I present to you, Childhood friend!Kazuha

Back when the both of you were kids, the both of you first met under a tree on a rainy night. At first, you tucked a sheet of paper in a tree hollow, in desperation to vent out your frustration and despair on a piece of paper, hoping for some deity to give you their blessings. However, Kazuha came with an umbrella once he saw you, long after you dozed off-- which was raining heavily at the time. He could hear the unusual rustlings against the tree, which did not seem to belong among the wilderness. He peeked in the tree hollow, and behold, he sees your letter. He unrolls it in curiosity, but found himself pitying you, who he barely even knew. He couldn't help but smile gently to himself, carrying you back to his home, allowing his servants to change your clothes to something more comfortable and warm. He dries your hair, and tucks you to bed-- which caused tears to form in your eyes.

"I know your not asleep. Do not worry. I won't kick you out."

You opened your eyes, only to see a beautiful angel that you've ever seen. You gaped at his pretty face, which caused him to chuckle. He subconsciously grazed your cheeks, quickly retracting a few seconds later. It was obvious with how he knew, given the fact that your eyes were clenched tight-- something that most sleepers won't do.

"How about we make a deal?"

"huh?"

"You don't have any place to stay, right? So why not be my personal helper?"

-donut <3

DONUT HIII <333 I missed you too my love aAA <33

and oh my godddd that's such a cute concept tho??? I'm, like, such a sucker for childhood friends to lovers so this is just !! <333

I can imagine just how fun it would be to grow up longside Kazuha as one of the clan's servants. Maybe as one of the Kaedehara's retainers? ANyway, yeah imagine how fun it would be to grow up with Kazuha, the boy who changed your life and became your best friend. Imagine calling him 'young master' to tease him, even after he's told you a bajillion times to just call him by his name. Imagine being his frequent sparring partner, one of the few people who can actually keep up with his speed and skill, mainly because Kazuha's trained you himself.

Idk but like just imagine how nice it would be to be someone who Kazuha keeps close to his heart. Who knows him inside and out, because he's been your best friend for as long as you could remember, and because you were one of his first friends who wasn't interested in befriending him due to his heritage. Imagine being someone who Kazuha wholeheartedly trusts, the first person who he's told about his wishes to leave the family estate, and just go wherever his feet take him. Imagine, when the day comes and the Kaedehara family lose their fortune, that Kazuha takes you gently by the hand, a smile on his face as he convinces you to come journeying with him. And you accept, of course, because you know that as long as you two are together, everything will turn out fine.

aikjsdnaksd this gave me such strong brainrot oh my god thank u donut i love u <333

[furrysmp]

Also what’s your au? -🎩

... ok I know I said "ask me about my au" but at this point I think I need you to specify ^^"

I have.. actually mostly 2 main mcyt based aus. I have sunbringer, which is the one Ive mostly been posting about, and...

... and then there's foglorn forest, which is just me accidentally breaking my own magic system and making an au out of it.

rant about both ahead ;)

so, sunbringer basically has a full magic system - the primal gods (aka the primes) have been around for as long as the world has - "the world" being like.. a hub from which you get across servers, most smps are built in its image. those primes being the gods of the classic 4 elements, then also the dragon queen, goddess of void, the goddess of death (whose name was lost to time), and the god of chaos.

some gods are unkillable, some are killable and just reincarnate, and some.. if they die, that's it.

the au was based on all the concepts of like... dream being non-human? all those ender dragon dream/god dream stuff. I made the au, originally, before tommy died in prison, and it started as a dsmp au because.. ngl I dont even know if empires was around or if I just didnt watch it yet.

basically, dream is the god of the sun. he defeated the dragon queen, and she gave him the sun and stars to give to the people in the overworld, who then went on to give him the name "sunbringer"

... that's about it for this au. I mean, there's a lot more, but that's the premise, pretty much. I have 27 pages worth of google doc about this......

now, foglorn was made due to the fact that, at some point, I added empires and hermitcraft to sunbringer, and had to give everyone roles. that was a bit after 3rd life ended, so. I was in pain and needed to make the people I like more important.

so, joel became the chaos king (like. the primal god of chaos), and half the hermits were suddenly like old as time itself.

and then my brain, one night, decided that instead of making scar a fire elemental, because Arson™️, he should be a chaos elemental. and then I went from there to make chaos hybrids like... a Thing.

and, the thing about foglorn, is that during its evolution away from sunbringer, its magic system changed, and now every magic user is also compelled to act in ways opposite to their magic - so chaos hybrids are also compelled to create, hence joels megabase on empires, scar making... literally half of boatem his base on season 8, all that. at that point I entirely forgot dsmp exists.. until like last week when everyone did their final streams for 2021 and brainrot hits hard.

so, I started logically and made niki a chaos hybrid. her baking became her output for creation.

I honestly dont know why I made quackity a chaos hybrid, but I dont think I can go back now.

... anyways, because of how magic now works in this au, the fact they like building and creating things made their need for chaos and destruction grow. and there used to be a solution for it, in the au's history. that solution is a server named Forlorn Forest. it was a chaos server in the most true sense of the words. it also got shut down by watchers once a group there finallly managed to blow up the moon.

basically, the Forest is considered a myth among younger hybrids, such as niki, while Q and scar have been there for a while before it closed.

so, after the gang gets to talking about how much they miss the place (after scar waxes poetic about how murder is super poggers), grian kinda. uses watcher magic along with his being technically an admin (he was the admin for evo, yknow), he makes them a new server that wont ever be shut down. and that server is called Foglorn Forest. its always foggy and nighttime there, and there's no safety even with your allies because they might have secret allies, and if you step on anyones toes you might have to respawn and have to grind for more gear while your head is now proudly displayed in the enemy gang's base... its true chaos.

yeah, those are the aus, basically. thanks for asking, I have exactly one fandom friend for mcyt stuff and I think I might have talked their ear off about these aus lately.... ^^""""

[urmomsstuntdouble]

Ok so I may be doing a thing so... which songs do you think have the general vibes of "we're semi-immortal nations who have lived longer than any human"? Sorry if this is kind of hard but I like your concepts of nation lore and I'm wondering if you were ever inspired by any songs

i love this ask anon! and thank you! i do want to mention that there will be a heavy bias towards english speaking and american artists on this list, and getting other perspectives on this is probably also a good idea. but anyway! list! (which since its kind of long i shall also put on an spotify link)

Hand in My Pocket- Alanis Morissette

this song feels like acceptance to me, and i think it’s important to put on this list because imagine you’re born and you know there’s something different about you, and then when you’re like 8 years old someone’s like oh by the way. you’re the human representation of the country we’re currently living in, or smth like that. i would cry. i think it’d take a while to accept, and that a lot of them don’t really like themselves, but this just feels hopeful and ok and i think its very good. 

Into the West- Annie Lennox

my lotr brainrot is showing again lmao. this is half bc of elves also being semi immortal beings who live for thousands of years in tolkein’s work, and also because the nature of the song is that we’re saying goodbye to all these characters and especially goodbye to frodo and bilbo. i think that goodbyes are something that’s sort of central to life as an immortal, at least in a place where immortals are rare. 

Vienna- Billy Joel

it’s always been my interpretation of this song that vienna was supposed to represent heaven and a peaceful death. a piece of nation lore that i like is that they can be killed, but they’ll come back as long as there’s a nation still existing, and that a lot of them might want to die but they can’t, and are therefore dreaming of a ‘vienna’ of their own. 

Lost- Amanda Palmer

this song fits into the theme of death again, cause the message is that you never really lose anyone as long as they’re still with you emotionally. i like that vibe and i think it fits again with being an immortal in a world of humans. 

Wild Heart- Bleachers

this feels very much young and free, which is how i think the nations must look from the outside. 

Strangers Like Me- Phil Collins

once again it’s all about that ostracisation! wanting to know what it’s like to be a person, when you’re representing people, and it’s just..yea

Like Real People Do- Hozier

dont u ever wish u were a real boy 

What’s Up?- 4 Non Blondes

this is sense8 propaganda. i really like the way this song is used to emphasize the way the sensates are both lonely but also that literally always they have each other, and i think the bonds between nations are sort of similar. 

God’s Away On Business- Tom Waits

this is mostly bc of the title tbh. i like the vibe of them being abominations too though, like 

Don’t Let This Feeling Fade- Lindsey Stirling, Rivers Cuomo

this song is super inspirational to me, and i think it’s because of this bit: 

“What really matters in life? Is it a sprint or a marathon? And what if finish lines make us happy? Or are we glad we can run at all? I never do it to lose, but losing occurs And when I do it for the love, lose never hurts Loose, loose grip on what I can't hold Who you fooling with a handful of fool's gold? Lose, lose, when you do it for the wins only Love gave you meaning, it never was a trophy It never was a trophy Yeah, enjoy the race, homie”

i think the idea of life being a marathon is especially aplicable to the nations, bc they have no idea when their marathon is going to end. at least you and i know we’re going to die someday, and some of the probable causes. the being glad to run at is also a bit strengthening to me because yeah life is such a wonderful thing, even if you’re cursed with so much of it. finally, the line about love giving you meaning, rather than a trophy, is something that’s just so. good line. but it also has another layer of meaning where the nations are concerned, because love for the nation literally gives them existence (imo) so. yeah. and then trying to enjoy it, because that’s all you really can do. idk its powerful to me

Where Do We Go- Lindsey Stirling, Carah Faye

i really like this song, specifically bc of the idea of where do we go from here, and just. the desolation. chef’s kiss. 

Those Days- Lindsey Stirling, Dan + Shay

nostalgia!

I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow- The Soggy Bottom Boys (from O Brother Where Art Thou)

idk this is more about the instrumentals. i think its a good vibe though

I’ll Fly Away- Gillian Welch (from O Brother Where Art Thou)

i want to break free! but make it country and old fashioned. it also puts an emphasis on weariness i think and thats something that i think the nations also struggle with

Sleep Now In The Fire- Rage Against The Machine

this song is a bit anti colonialism

The Chain- Fleetwood Mac

i think this fits into like. lost chances and opportunities and the struggle to go on

Left Alone- Fiona Apple

i like the idea that the nations beg to be left alone and while they’re loveable in some senses, their people find it hard to love them on a personal level. like everybody loved american but alfred is just some dude and most people don’t really care about him

Relay- Fiona Apple

i love the imagery in this song, about evil and hatred and all that. its very song

If I Could Turn Back Time- Cher

turning back time while also having a positive outlook! 

that's all I have off the top of my head, but if you'd like more music or for a more specific vibe, feel free to send an ask! i hope this is helpful for your project :P

[iceshard1011]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders & Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, mentioned logan patton virgil and thomas Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Background Logic | Logan Sanders and Morality | Patton Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Being Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Explicit Language, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Blood and Injury, Brief suicidal thoughts, Imprisonment, Temporary Character Death, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Inspired by Art, I Tried, i've had creativitwin brainrot for weeks, something had to be done, Time Skips, Haunting, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders is a Good Brother, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Has Issues, They need hugs, Minor Original Character(s), they're just unnamed antagonists Summary:

Remus wished there were more stimulating things down here. Or that he wasn’t down here in the first place. Or that he was dead.

so @fangirltothefullest is an absolute sweetheart and allowed me to mess with some story concepts from her #halloween au, so cheers. i hope you don’t regret it.

5k word story below the cut :)

A modern-day architect would rather have called the castle a mansion, as it may have remained for that long but certainly not in its prime. By then, it would be overgrown and unkempt, with the rock stained dark and wood rotting, and one of the wings would be half-collapsed. By then, it wouldn’t be considered a castle, much less be considered livable. By then, the lonely halls would be acquainted with grief and heartbreak and a sense of ambition strong enough to feel stifling. By then, the mansion’s story would be long irrelevant and forgotten, save for two important variables.

After all, for a castle, it didn’t have a dungeon.

The cellar, for as large as it was, had not initially been very entertaining. It certainly was at least a little interesting now that anything within Remus’ reach had been torn apart and strewn across the floor. The shackles around his ankles and wrists were thin and flimsy but damned hard to break. He hadn’t even got a crack through the links.

Remus hadn’t gotten any ideas until one asshole ventured down into the cellar, gave Remus a smug smirk from where he was tethered in the corner, and snagged a handful of bottles from the far wall.

After she’d left, sauntering up the stairs like they owed her a personal favour, Remus had stretched his leg as far out as he could and kicked the shelf hard enough that it tipped. The sound of crashing glass and the inevitable distress from future intruders, stumbling down for a bottle of shitty whisky or rum, was enough to satisfy Remus.

Only for a small while.

When they’d found out what he’d done, a few brave pricks had tried to make him pay for it, but he’d got one of them in the groin and the other in the eye. They’d quickly decided the gashes in his legs from the littered glass was enough of a lesson.

It wasn’t.

Taking away their small pleasures wasn’t enough. Making them mildly irked at their lack of celebration drinks only fuelled Remus further.

The next thing in his reach were the barrels. The food didn’t matter all that much; potatoes, apples, a few boxes of nuts. He tipped them over, kicked them open, tried to make the ground as gross as possible and the food as uneatable as he could, all the while trying not to wince at the waste.

The only things that seemed to love it were the rats. Remus wasn’t sure how they got in, because as far as he was concerned the only animals that got into the castle were the ones he had occasionally brought in (at the expense of a poor few maids and their sense of sanitation and Roman’s patience) but they ate at the mess he’d created on the floor. He wished he could have said it was one of the best days of his life when they found the fermented grapes. They also ate the spiders in the darker shadows of the room, which he appreciated. It was a bit of a pain when his body defied him long enough to shut down and linger on the edges of unconsciousness only to wake up and find vibrating spiders itching up his face.

Sometimes, Remus’ acts of vandalization were less petty acts of revenge and desperate attempts to escape his own head because everything hurt and he couldn’t stop thinking and every time he closed his eyes, he was crimson soaked and he hated it and it was too much he just wanted it all to STOP—

Those were the times when the old portraits and unfinished artworks were kicked to the ground, dragged around, torn and ripped and cracked and destroyed. The canvases soaked with the floor and strengthened the damp, musky smell which anyone else would have hated but Remus was used to because he always returned home from trekking through rivers or swamps and Roman would wrinkle his nose at him and shoo him away to get cleaned while Remus just laughed in his face—

The noise made as Remus curled in on himself and pressed his clammy forehead to the ground was nearly inhuman.

He didn’t feel much like a human now anyway. Perhaps more accurately a feral werewolf, or a mutant cannibal with a mouthful of fangs, or maybe even a malevolent spirit scratching and clawing at chains wrapped along his body, if spirits exist, which Remus was loath to admit he had yet to be proved so.

(He’d always said that if he ever found a ghoul, he’d drag it into Roman’s room and set it on him for the pure joy of proving his brother wrong and god fucking damnit could his mind stop thinking for TWO SECONDS?)

Remus wished there were more stimulating things down here. Or that he wasn’t down here in the first place. Or that he was dead.

No one came down here, not after he’d attacked the food and drink and then any face that wasn’t familiar. Which included all of them, now. They had all probably figured that he had enough in the cellar to sustain him for however long they were going to leave him down here. Or they were going to let him die of malnourishment. He didn’t have much of a preference.

(He did, but it wasn’t the “right” preference.)

Once, he wasn’t sure how long ago now — hours, days? — a timid, shy looking servant had plucked up enough courage to venture into the cellar with him. They’d offered some clean food and a cheap chalice of water. He’d been mildly surprised when they’d gone so far as to placing it easily within his reach and not expecting him to pop a shoulder from its socket trying to get it.

Remus remembered thinking, for a moment, that they probably shouldn’t have been down in the cellar, and that food and water was probably not supposed to be for him, and they were probably risking something by doing this, and that they certainly hadn’t been part of the initial takeover.

But then he’d taken one look at what he’d been brought; the cruel reminder that he was stuck in a basement, chained and alive and he would rather just—  just—

He didn’t remember knocking the tray aside or lunging for the servant despite the chains painfully biting and tearing his skin. He could vaguely picture their terrified expression as they whirled and scrambled back up the steps, and the way the light dimmed with the slamming of the door.

He never saw or heard from that servant again. He hoped it was merely because they were scared of him now, and not something more sinister.

Remus shifted, his legs scraping across the ground. He wished the sharp sting coming from where the embedded glass pieces were enough to distract him from the bone deep throb echoing through his whole body.

He twisted his hands, a habit that had gotten him wrists rubbed raw and nails chipped and bleeding. It made his shoulder ache, too. He’d dislocated it at some point. Before or after being thrown into the cellar, he wasn’t certain.

It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if Remus found out he was already dying. Injuries he’d been dealt previously had yet to be treated, and he was willing to bet any chance of freedom that the open, festering wounds were now infected.

Breathing was painful, too. Whether that was the result of broken ribs or something else, Remus had yet to decide.

It didn’t really matter all that much to him, anyway.

Remus closed his eyes and wished for sunlight.

  The bush had clearly been munched. Remus leaned down to squint at it, eyeing the berries and the half-eaten leaves. The muddy banks of the creek proved Remus’ suspicions with a small, almost indistinct trail of hoofprints.

Remus grinned. He shook off the persistent black beetle, which had been trying to crawl onto his boot and turned.

“Alright Moonshine,” he announced. “We’re on the right track.”

The Appaloosa nickered in reply as he swung back onto her back.

“Yeah, I know I can’t call you that in public,” he said, “but there’s no one else around here, is there?”

Moonshine snorted in agreement. Remus nudged her sides and she started forward, delicately clopping over the riverbed. She was much more tranquil than Remus’ old horse, who had been an absolute delight to go on adventures with. Too bad Roman let the stupid advisors boss him into getting rid of her, since she was such a menace. Admittedly, she had been a menace, and admittedly, Remus had loved her very much.

Roman had given him Moonshine and told him to call her Moon in front of anyone else. Remus had decided it wasn’t an all-bad apology. This horse didn’t kick him when he approached her, which he supposed was a bonus.

Given Moonshine’s naturally mild attitude, he was understandably perturbed when she stopped in her tracks and began to back up. Remus frowned and scanned the surrounding trees.

“Nothing’s there, girl. Go on.”

Moonshine snorted anxiously. Her ears swivelled. Remus followed them, glancing back the way he’d come. They weren’t that far from home. What was going through her head?

The horse’s hooves skidded across the ground. Remus narrowed his eyes.

“You smell something?” he asked. Moonshine waved her head from side to side, her eyes rolling. Remus glanced up. Past the treetops, there was a trail of smoke curling up towards the clouds. He couldn’t see where it was coming from, but the unsettled feeling in his gut told him he was quite sure he already knew.

Despite her protests, Remus twisted Moonshine to face the direction of the castle and dug his heels into her sides.

 The slamming of the cellar door flung Remus’ eyes open, accompanied by the rapid thumping of his alarmed heart.

He scowled at the thudding of heavy boots on creaky stairs and wondered where Moonshine had gotten to. He hadn’t seen her since he’d reached the castle doors. He hoped she was still intact. Perhaps she had run away the moment he’d dismounted. Perhaps he was more of an unrealistic optimist than he knew himself to be.

Three pale faces bobbed down the stairwell and approached Remus. Remus greeted them with a snarl and feint, to which they all reacted wonderfully with varying degrees of fear. It satisfied Remus enough to remain passive while the guards gripped his arms and detached the chains from the wall. They dragged along the ground with a painful scrapping ring as they heaved Remus up the stairs.

He waited until they’d kicked the cellar door closed behind them to punch the first guard in the face.

He got a kick to his knee for it, and it collapsed under his weight, but they only had to put more effort into keeping him upright, so was it really much of a loss?

Remus didn’t know for certain where he was being taken — dragged, really — but he had a vague inkling that made something in his stomach uncurl ever so slightly.

Twenty minutes later, the first guard with a soured mood, the second with a bruised cheek and the asshole at the back with a broken nose, Remus considered it a win by the time he was flung to the ground at a pair of pretentiously shined stolen boots that glinted maliciously up at him.

“Providing my guards with a hard time, were you?”

Remus bared his teeth skywards. The asshat snorted, like he was amused at the display, and anger curled in Remus’ gut. He shot up, his chained hands reaching, grasping, clutching mere inches from that smug dickface’s gob.

“Go piss into a wolf den, asswipe,” Remus told him. He got another laugh in reply, so he jerked forward and smashed his head to the man’s jaw.

The dickweed staggered back with an agonised cry, and once more Remus felt something in him curling and clenching and biting because really, he couldn’t handle a little bit of a chipped tooth?

“Fucking pussy,” Remus scoffed under his breath.

The man, who was no more a leader than he was a sack of shit sitting in the middle of a grandly polished entrance room, waved to the balcony. “Get him out there.”

The balcony, Remus quickly found, was the centre of attention for a goddamn amphitheatre-esque performing stage.

“Putting me on my knees?” Remus asked as he was shoved to the ground a second time. Whale Penis sneered down at him, still rubbing his swollen jaw. “It’s not the most romantic setting I’ve ever seen. And you haven’t even taken me out to dinner yet.”

“One more word out of your mouth, and I’ll cut out your tongue before your head.”

“Sorry, you skunk-smelling scumbag-of-puke-smelling plaything for a dog,” Remus spat. “I’m into that.”

Cocksucker curled his lip distastefully. He waved his hand, and Remus was bent over a slab of wood that bit into his throat.

“Personally, I’m a bit of top, myself,” Remus said despite the glint of metal now shining ominously above his head. He had to shout over the noise of the people below. “But whatever. If you’re into doggy style—”

“Enough!” Son of a Screaming Banshee Bitch yelled. Silence fell. Remus squinted down at the crowd, but he couldn’t discern any familiar faces. Either they were hiding themselves from him, or… “I thought you would be far more amusing, yet unfortunately, you’ve proven me wrong. I have had enough of this,  and you.” He shoved a finger at Remus’ face. He’d bite it if he could. (Given his head was trapped between wood, waiting to be severed from his shoulders, he very clearly couldn’t. The urge was still there, though.)

Murderous Bastard turned to the man standing above Remus and said, “Execute him.”

The blade swung down. Remus grinned.

Finally.

 When Remus strutted out into the room, wearing before multiple servants, council members and advisors a frilly green dress blown out around his feet and shrinking down his chest so much it was a relief he did not possess the ideal female body, Roman’s headache returned tenfold.

It didn’t help matters that Remus was continuing a rant from the night prior — one that involved his very open, very shameless, very dangerous thoughts about some poor attractive sod he had seen the week he had ventured into town.

“Remus,” Roman said placatingly.

“You should’ve seen it; he was just looking for trouble dressing like that!”

“I can imagine,” Roman said, not unkindly. Normally, he would indulge Remus for longer, but he could tell that the others in the room were beginning to grow agitated and uncomfortable.

“And I don’t even know why I like him. He’s not even that interesting!”

“It’s all about looks,” Roman assured him blandly, moving his attention to the scrolls before him. One advisor leaned down to murmur their input to him.

“Ah, right!” Remus said, bonking himself on the forehead with the palm of his hand. “Dick size! How could I forget? I must be ill.”

“Remus,” Roman said with a sigh, and his brother finally, finally fell quiet. “I would like to hear more of this, truly, but… Perhaps at a different time?”

Remus wrinkled his nose.

“When I’m not in the middle of a meeting?”

Remus’ scowl deepened.

“That you should be a part of as well?”

Remus’ sour expression dropped. He glanced away, wearing the face of someone who knew they were caught red-handed doing something they should not have been doing. Roman raised his eyebrows.

Remus whirled. His dress swiveled around his ankles. “I’m going hunting.”

“Wearing that?” Roman asked after him. Remus flipped his brother off on his way out the door. Roman squelched his smile when he spotted the disdain on the advisors’ faces. He continued to discuss with the others in the room, quietly wondering how many more seconds in Remus’ presence they were from all having simultaneous strokes.

Luckily (or not) that didn’t happen when Remus poked his head back into the room, his dress swapped for his hunting attire and announced, “I’ll be back by sunset, probably.”

Roman hid his smile and told him, “Bring back dinner.” Remus grinned brightly and Roman was sure one of the counsellors almost squawked in outrage.

Roman was loath to admit it in front of anyone, but going about his day as he was required was a duty nothing short of exhaustingly mundane without Remus. His brother always provided some level of amusement, even if it became distracting at times. Roman supposed that burying oneself into one of the empty armour suits used purely for  décor  and prancing around to ambush unassuming servants was not an agreeable practice. Remus never enjoyed being cooped up in the castle, though. He got restless, and Roman knew he wasn’t simply “acting out” when crammed into small spaces, no matter how large the castle.

By the time Roman emerged and escaped to the balcony, his headache had spiked to a near-migraine. He tried not to slump but leaning against the railing felt pitifully relaxing after sitting rigidly straight for the entire day.

He was so busy massaging his temples that at first, he hadn’t registered the sudden disturbance down the corridor from him.

Don’t groan, Roman told himself as he stifled a heavy sigh and turned, venturing towards the noise. What was he going to have to deal with now? With any luck, Remus was back and causing mayhem. Roman could do with his brother’s carefree nature at the moment.

He didn’t expect the Great Hall’s polished floor to be splattered with blood and all exists guarded at weapon-point.

“I’ll ask once more,” a voice called. Roman traced it to one of the strangers, who was now looking down at a councillor. “The lord of the mansion is… where?”

The advisor’s gaze caught Roman’s, and he pointed without a moment’s hesitation. Disappointing, Roman supposed, but he didn’t have it in him to be surprised. The intruder turned, a wide smile plastered to his lips when he spotted Roman standing in the hallway entrance. The look in the stranger’s eyes was full of confidence, but one that Roman couldn’t see in a leader.

“It’s prince, actually,” Roman said, briskly walking to the centre of the room before one of the lingering members included in the odd style of takeover could take a swipe at him. “Given our parents were connected to the royal family.”

The man tilted his head. “Interesting. Do you always talk so highly of yourself?”

Roman tried not to scoff indignantly. “Do you always invade people’s homes to mock them?”

“It’s a profession.” The man stalked forward, strides long and slow and not unlike a hunting predator. Roman didn’t miss the sabre at his side.

Still, he only barely managed to repress the flinch when the blade was brought inches from his neck. “Are you aware of how many people your parents fucked over?”

Roman gave him a raised eyebrow. “Were you among them?” he asked, his voice pitched innocently.

The man’s expression darkened, but then dropped to be startled when he found his sabre being obstructed by the blade of a golden-handled rapier. Roman gave him a considering look and a smirk that bordered between sly and puzzled.

“This is not how I remember duels beginning,” Roman said. The man frowned, but the way he immediately tried to kick Roman’s knees told the prince pretty much all he needed to know.

“You’re not very experienced, are you?” Roman asked, easily sidestepping a slash for his shoulder. “Did you think you could just storm a random place with force and some scary blades?” He twisted away from a swipe at his ankles.

“I have help,” his opponent assured him. “If I wanted it, you’d be dead already.”

“You should meet my brother,” Roman said. Blood sprayed to the ground when his rapier left a line along the man’s cheek. “If you weren’t trying to invade our home right now, I believe you two would make a great pair for collective destruction and carnage.”

“I’m sure.”

Roman just barely managed to escape the severing of the tendons of his wrist with the next attack. He skipped a step backwards and used the change of weight and positions to darted around the challenger (a mild and rather polite label for the gang who had already taken several lives unauthorised and attacked without the laws of a proper duel in mind). The man’s legs buckled beneath him with one kick, and Roman leapt away before his own legs could be caught by the edge of a blade.

“What is this all about, then?” Roman asked, frowning at the man as he struggled up from the ground. His sword was lowered, if only in consideration for not attacking a felled objector, but his senses were still running on hyperdrive; the servant at the back of the room was still alive, just barely, despite the blood projecting from their throat. The two intruders near the hallway that lead to the armoury looked like they were discussing bets. To the left, a gang member was inspecting the rings on the hand of a dead councilman. “Surely you could have robbed this place by now.”

“I’m not going to monologue and give you a chance to hatch some grand escape plan,” Roman’s combatant snapped, rising to his full height. “I’m not that dull.”

“Oh, no,” Roman said, because that hadn’t actually crossed his mind, “I’m genuinely wondering what you’re thinking.” He was levelled with a doubtful look, so he continued; “This all seems either incredibly planned out or a spur-of-the-moment decision that carried you here with a number of men and weapons. So what do you want? Money? Is it a ransom? The actual lord and lady of the house died months ago. You can’t get revenge on them.”

“No,” the man agreed. “But I can with you.”

Blazing hot pain sliced along the back of Roman’s leg. It was so sudden and intense that he couldn’t bite back the scream that tore his throat. His knee buckled but he regained his balance by twisting away from his attacker from behind and waving his sword.

“I have help,” the man reminded him with a smug smile. Roman’s lip curled in distaste.

“No honour among thieves, I suppose,” Roman mused, grinding his teeth and forcing himself to stand straight. He wrinkled his nose after a moment. “What the hell are you burning?”

“The gardens.”

Roman rolled away from an attack from someone at his flank and whirled to glower at their leader. “Why?”

The brute dared to look Roman in the eye, shrug, and say, “Felt like it.”

Roman growled and left an open gash along his assailant’s dominant arm. The man shouted and teetered back. Roman swiped another wound down his calf. He dodged a hit from behind and ignored the shriek from the attacker behind him as they clutched at their eye.

Two other guards dropped the more their leader was pushed back to the point of the stairs at the back of the Great Hall, where he was tripped and pinned by a blade to his throat.

Roman glowered down at him. “I was already in a foul mood today,” he said informatively, “and I am less than impressed at your vandalization as well as the murder of the people who live here.” His eyes darkened dangerously. The tip of his rapier brushed the bob of the man’s throat. “Letting you go to live the rest of your life in a prison cell seems like a generous offer to me.”

The entrance doors burst open with a thundering crack and Roman jolted, his grip tightening on his hilt in fear of dropping it. He wasn’t expecting his brother to explode into the room in a furious whirlwind and start swinging his morning star.

“Remus!” Roman barked, almost involuntarily. What the hell was he doing here? “What are you doing?”

His brother glanced up, looked Roman in the eye, and smashed the head of one of his attackers beneath his boots. Roman grimaced. More blood spilled onto the floor.

The leader of the foolish escapade launched himself from the ground while Roman was distracted, and the two of them rolled down the steps. Roman flung his arm out to deflect a dagger stabbing for his face, but his sword flew from his grasp, spinning across the floor with a singing screech. He got another punch in on the leader before one of the moron’s backups dove to pin his arms down.

Remus shouted his name, and he twisted his head in time to watch his brother get kneed in the stomach and thrown to the ground.

He couldn't get up; the leader’s dagger was positioned to just barely be touching the edge of his eye in silent threat. He was going on about something to do with revenge and blah blah I’m a villain.  Roman pressed his knees to their chest, gifted him a winning smile, and kicked.

The moment that the man went flying Roman clambered away from the other guard, making for Remus at the same time as his brother smashed heads with his attacker, sending them slumping to the ground.

Relief made Roman’s muscles go weak for half a second, but it was all the leader needed to pounce on him a second time.

“Consider this a generous offer,” the man snarled and buried the dagger to Roman’s chest. Roman scrambled backwards, still looking around for his sword. If he could just—

He cursed as his arms dropped his weight.

“YOU SON OF A BLOOD-SUCKING PIG FUCKER,” Remus roared.

Roman kept his breathing even. He glared up at the criminal. “You’re a coward.”

“And you’re dead,” the man replied. Remus careened forward, missed the leader when he dodged, and paid him no more attention in favour of skidding over to his brother. Behind him, a guard raised a crossbow, but he was waved away. The leader watched the pair before him, something akin to sadistic interest lighting his eyes.

A few moments later, though, he’d wave a hand, and a group of his followers would pin the one with the angrily twitching moustache to the ground and drag him somewhere to be contained. There were more exciting things to deal with, and an emotionally repressed brother going through grieving was not one of them.

Remus was snarling like some wild thing, and when he stopped shaking his brother he whirled around, teeth bared and fists clenched and eyes unfocused.

He was knocked to the ground before he could attack. The leader got a fat blob of spit on his shoes and a disgustingly unfavourable insult hurled at his person shortly before a sword hilt connected with the back of his skull and he went as limp as his brother.

 Remus was having a Very Bad Day.

He wasn’t sure when he decided, exactly. It had probably been on its way for quite some time, but Remus was always bad at calculating emotional responses and realising when Bad Days were on their way, so perhaps this was not completely unexpected. It did not make anything any easier.

The smallest noises around the mansion had him jumping. Earlier, he’d snarled at the door that always creaked in the kitchen. He’d given Thomas a bad scare, too, when he’d looked at the werewolf and lunged for him with his own bared teeth.

Remus hadn’t realised it was so bad until Patton had walked into the room, screamed, and Remus had spun to see all the furniture levitating off the ground.

Growling, he shuddered from head to toe, trying to dispel the jittery energy tingling in his limbs. Which was stupid, he was being stupid. He wasn’t even physical anymore, he shouldn’t be feeling bugs crawling beneath his skin.

He regarded the jagged shards grouped on the ground and wondered if Logan was sick of him breaking his vases. Several vases, multiple lights, any painting he came across and a variety of decorative plates and bowls had already been destroyed in his trail.

He wanted to kick at one of the pieces, but only the wisp of his body misted around the ground uselessly. The chains strapped to his body scraped across the floor. Remus blinked down at them for a moment, and they began to morph into a pair of blood-splattered weapons and a soaked uniform.

Vehement fury boiled out of him in the form of a low snarl.

The furniture in the room lifted again, now shaking like Remus had dumped the bugs on them instead. Something behind him shattered with his clenched fists.

Movement caught his eye and he whirled, claws elongated and teeth sharpened.

Roman regarded him mildly, calmly taking in the destruction of the room. Remus shifted, still bristling, but now silent as he watched Roman move past him and try to push a flowerpot back onto the desk from where it was dangerously tilting forward. It didn’t move, even with his effort. Remus swallowed needlessly and joined him, successfully pushing the pot to a safer position.

“Sorry,” said Remus, sounding like dragging chalk and screeching metal.

Roman glanced at him. He didn’t ask what he was apologising for. He never did. Remus wondered if he feared the answer. “You’re a poltergeist. Isn’t this behaviour standard?”

Remus worked his jaw, but nothing came out. Roman’s gaze swept back over the room. “Logan will be grateful you spared his photo frames.”

Remus cracked a cheek-to-cheek smile full of teeth. “Only for when Patton’s not in the mood.” 

Roman visually sighed, though no sound accompanied the gesture. Remus tried scratching at his arms, but they only phased harmlessly through. He growled to himself. Roman squinted at him. “Your neck is bleeding again.”

Remus took the opportunity to tilt his head exaggeratedly and unnaturally to the side. Roman’s face twitched, a hint of a wince.

“Remus,” he admonished quietly.

Remus shrugged and shifted away. He frowned at the far wall. Roman did not reach for him. He never did. Remus never asked; he had a solid idea why. If he were in his brother’s position, he wouldn’t care much for being affectionate with him, either.

“Virgil and Thomas were making warm drinks when I last left them. Would you like to join them?”

“We can’t drink that shit,” Remus spat.

Roman didn’t react. “It’s not about the drinks.” Remus curled his lip. “I know you don’t like to interact with them, but perhaps it will be good for you.”

Remus gnashed his teeth. The chains curling heavier around his body. He glanced down the hallway. If he concentrated hard enough, he could imagine Thomas’ joyful laughter and Patton’s giggles. It made him angry, how they could be so carefree. How they got away with being monsters and could still smile.

“Come on.” Roman brushed past him, their shoulders just barely touching for a mere moment. “If you hate it still after a little while, I won’t bother you again.”

Remus huffed. He trailed after his brother, shoulders slumped. Roman glanced back at him and he scowled back, making his point evidently clear without whining further.

Then, Roman gifted him a small, genuine smile. Something in Remus’ chest leaped, but it couldn’t have been his heart because that thing didn’t work anymore.

He grinned back, but by the sad look in Roman’s eyes, he could tell his brother knew it wasn’t genuine.

“Only a little while,” Roman reminded him. Remus sighed, low and grating and painful. The blood around his throat lessened, only slightly.

“A little while,” he echoed, and followed his brother.

[backhurtyy]

@zukkaclawthorne tagged me, so... here we go.

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

1. the spark that lights the fire

this is my BABY you guys. i mean... this fic just brings me so much joy to write, and i’m incredibly attached to it. i am so proud of my wordbuilding- it might honestly be my favorite part of it. like it was so much fun getting to do research about deities and figure out how i could apply various names from canon and from the mythology/religion of different cultures to the planets and what not. also the way i incorporated momo and appa (MO-2 and APPA) makes me SO HAPPY. like it’s a tiny thing, but i am very proud that i came up with that, tbh. i know only one chapter is up so far, but i am so excited to keep posting and seeing peoples reactions to it (i might post the next chapter friday? it’s christmas though so idk. maybe the 26th? idk it’ll be out this week.)

2. flowers do not bloom without a little rain

okay this was my first ATLA fic, so it has a special place in my heart. i love the concept of this so much, and i was so surprised that it’s actually pretty popular? ummmm... yeah. i did edit the ending because i didn’t like it, but... now i love it. i always will. i love a good soulmate fic so... yeah. i got the idea for this from a pinterest post, actually, and adapted it a little bit to make it my own. but yeah, this was fun to write, even though i was nervous to post it at first.

3. just want to say how i love you with your hair down

oh jinzula... my precious rarepair.... um yeah i love this fic. i saw a tumblr post that gave me brainrot, and rather than doing a zukka fic, i decided to do a jinzula fic. i love the entire concept behind it, where azula knows she loves jin and wants to say it, but can’t because of everything that’s happened in her life. it’s a redemption fic, but it’s less about her redemption than it is her relationships after it. i really love the idea of her actually loving really easily and people continually letting her down, so i played around with that and ended up really loving it. i also wrote it in one sitting so.... brainrot. i am very proud of it, though, especially because i got to explore a character who often isn’t explored a lot, in my opinion.

4. who knew it would end like this

so tbh i hate the title of this fic. i think if i renamed it, it would be called happy accidents or something like that, because that’s really what it��s a fic about- an accident that brought two people happiness. but besides that, i love this fic. i worked on it for several months, and i’m really happy with how it turned out. i loved blending together a modern au with ba sing se and bending. and i got to write a really fun interaction between the gaang and sokka- the intervention.... that was fun to write. this is another fic that i didn’t expect to kinda... get as big as it did? i was surprised. but yeah, theatre kid zuko and engineer sokka... i am weak for them.

5. when the stars light up the room (i sit and talk to the moon)

i hadn’t really written a 5+1 fic before, so that was really fun. i love the idea of sokka talking to the moon as a way to talk to yue, and i think it would be really sweet to have zuko begin doing it, too, even though he never really met her. i also liked getting to move through different stages of their relationship without actually having to dive into their psyche (because i’m lazy, lmao). i think this is just a really sweet fic, you know? it’s not complicated or anything, but i still love it and am proud of it.

i know i already tagged you in stuff today but.... why not? anyways @zukkababey and @sokka-with-his-hair-down .... if yall want to do it.... if not that’s cool too (no pressure as always) 💖

ask anyone else who wants to do it.... my head is empty rn so i was struggling to think of frens