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The COLOURS and SHADING and LIGHT 👀

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Teddy the Turtle is ready when you are, Thomas!

And practicing safety too of course. A turtle as small as he has to look after himself and others.

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Can I be tagged in Roman's 8 armed guide?

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Roman’s Eight-Armed Guide (Part One)

Part One of an Animal Soulmates AU. I liked the idea of Soulmates that weren’t romantic/qpr and I liked making Roman cry. I tried out 3rd person for this as well so if it’s a little weirdly worded, it’s because I’m more practised in 1st person. Part two will be in 1st person because this was hard.

Pairings: Platonic Moxiety, Platonic Creativitwins, Eventual Roceit

Warnings: Parental neglect, harsh parenting, Roman’s parents just suck, crying

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The first time Roman saw it, he was barely old enough to understand what it was. Everyone around him had always said to watch for animals that were translucent and faintly glowed your other half's favourite colour. So that night, with him crying after his parents berated him and locked him in his room without dinner for drawing on the walls, his cries faded as he watched the see-through baby octopus roll around his bedroom floor without a care in the world. 

He fell asleep with the octopus, which was small enough to fit in his chubby hands, laying on his chest and comforting him for the night. 

Roman had been glad to know that the first time wasn’t a dream after meeting the octopus again when he had gotten lost after a school performance. His father couldn’t make it to the performance itself, but he did promise to pick him up afterwards. So little Roman, still in his Peter Pan outfit, went searching through the crowd for over an hour before his exhaustion and the stress of the night caught up with him and made him tear up.

The only reason he didn’t cry was because the octopus scared him; having fallen from seemingly nowhere and landing on his shoulders with more weight then he remembered the creature having. Which made sense when he thought about it, as its head was almost as large as his own now. It gave him a loose hug around the chest, even weirdly purr-chirping into his neck before dragging his attention to a nearby chair. His father wouldn’t come for another hour, long after the majority of students were gone and without any sort of apology, but the slimy animal stayed by his side until he was finally in the car.

He saw it again on the first day of high school. Roman felt lost within the sea of endless students, not knowing where to go for his first class despite having the map of the school in his free hand. A faint green glow drew his attention to another student; a boy hiding his face underneath a hood that watched everyone go by with disinterest, unaware of the octopus on top of the lockers beside him attempting to swipe the hoodie off with two of its tentacles despite the fact that it would just go straight through him.

So Roman took it as a sign to talk with the boy, who introduced himself with hesitance and the name Aurora, and thanked his Soulmate’s animal for leading him to his first real friend. Who had quickly re-introduced himself as Janus after Roman wouldn’t stop calling him ‘Snakeskin Beauty’, ‘The True King of the Pride Lands’, ‘Pretty Slightly-Taller-Than-Me Liar’ to help him like the burn scars on the side of his face and his lying habit; even if it was a little more then he used to. He didn’t stop as Janus seemed to enjoy the compliments, and Roman was glad to learn his real name. It suited him better then Aurora as he wasn’t one to go around poking needles or piss off any revenge-seeking sorceresses.

After meeting Janus, he didn’t see the octopus for a long time. He found out that his parents were neglecting him while also using his status as an accomplished theatre kid to make them popular with other parents. He also learnt that he was very gay- and even more gay when it came to his very sassy best friend. Which his other friends, platonic soulmates Virgil and Patton, constantly told him to confess to but his fear of losing Janus always got the better of him.

He finished school with the grades he wanted and even a scholarship to continue his acting career, with Janus managing to get just the right grades to pursue law like he wanted. They got a small apartment together, luckily in walking distance of Patton and Virgil’s one, and the three of them got to help him pack for his life away from his parents.

“Will you visit?”

“Make sure to remember us when you’re famous, Roman.”

“Don’t slack off just because you’re not with us anymore!”

He bared through it all until the both of them decided to go out for dinner while everyone continued to pack. Virgil managed, through some bickering, to convince Roman to take a break as they only have a few things left to pack and he looked tired after having to deal with his parents.

“It’s not like you didn’t sleep at all last night…”

“Thank you for reminding me how tired I am, Handsome Dent.”

“You’re very welcome. And nice try on the nickname, but I’ve heard better.”

They promised to let him take the last two boxes to the car but until then, he agreed to take a break. He tried his best, but with each minute that passed his stomach would gain a new knot in it until he had to stand to try and wiggle out the unsettling feeling that came from seemingly nowhere. Something in him was saying that something was wrong, out of place, that he was forgetting something important, but Janus and Virgil had double checked to make sure that Roman wouldn’t have to return to the house after tonight.

“What’s with you?” Virgil was the one to stop his pacing with a worried frown and by putting everyone’s attention back onto him. “We said relax, not get all antsy.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong, but something is! I just don’t know what-” He locked eyes with something only he could see, which made him all the more uncomfortable. If the octopus was there, then his gut feeling was right.

He stepped around a worried Patton, muttering about the octopus that the three had been told about years prior, and followed it as it tucked itself up into a ball and rolled through his parents bedroom door with a small puff of green smoke. He’s never been allowed inside of his parents room, he’s been yelled at enough times to know this by now, but he had twist the doorknob and trusted that his Soulmate’s animal would keep it from happening again.

His friends all stood behind him as he walked inside, finding the octopus sitting beside a drawer with its key in its keyhole. The octopus climbed up his arm to become a comfortable weight on his back as he opened it and pulled out the document that sat on top of a stack of others.

‘Certificate Of Adoption’ ‘Roman Morgan Aurelian’

His heart sank further than he thought was possible as he stared at it; ignoring the questions his friends were asking him from the doorway. His hands shook as he struggled to hold the paper. He could hear his heartbeat as if it were an echoing drum in his head. His blood boiled at remembering all the times his ‘parents’ had told him to be thankful that he was the child of two well-earning parents.

A cold, and slightly slimy, tentacle to his face snapped him out of his building anger to continue searching through the drawer. There were open letters, all addressed to him and all signed by someone named ‘Remus’. There were maybe over fifty letters in the pile, with a few more scattered inside of the drawers with stamps originating from all over the country.

Glancing over one of the open ones, he feels the octopus on his shoulders hold him just a little tighter as each word had taken a blow to his heart. 

‘My twin’.

‘Not allowed to visit’.

‘How is he?’

‘Want to meet’.

“Roman..?” His hand instinctively reached up to gently hold one of the tentacles, ignoring it’s sliminess for the small bit of comfort that it brought as Janus entered his vision. “What’s wrong?”

“I… Just…” With a sniffle, he handed over all of the papers to him before shifting the octopus so that he could hug something. To the others it’d look like he’s hugging air, but he didn’t care as the octopus has never failed to comfort him before. 

Moments later, he’s pulled into a hug right there on the floor. It’s tight and comforting and warm and he knows that it's Janus. Voices mixed with the sound of his heartbeat deafened Roman to his friends' questions, but when a pair of hands set themselves onto his knees and a third rubbed his back, the taste of salty tears reached his lips as he began to sob. 

As he held onto the octopus and cried, he knew that his Soulmate was strange and yet would be there for him. He never thought that it’d be a twin brother; and one that had been looking for him for so long as well? The thought never crossed his mind. He blamed his parents. 

His name -Remus sounded so perfect- even came from Rome’s origin story and Roman doesn’t know why that brought a small, sad smile to his lips. He cried into Janus’ shoulder and asked him if they could leave before his parents returned. They’ve done nothing but use his dedication to theatre, his grades during school, his… everything to make themselves . He was off to college and not once did he ever hear about being adopted or having a twin. Roman never wanted to see them again; even after he found Remus.

And with Janus’ help, he didn’t ever have an in-person conversation with them again.

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Maybe Not A Hero, But Still A Side

Warnings: Swearing, self-deprecation, near-death sorta?, Remus making an innuendo Set after Redux.

@hufflepuff-deceit ------------------------------------------------------------ Roman

I’ve been losing my touch for years now; it shouldn’t hurt this much to know that Thomas has finally figured it out. I’m not his hero. I was once, back when we began making short videos on Vine, maybe again when that failed and we stuck to YouTube… But I’ve just been lying to everyone for ages now.

I’m no Prince.

I’m not good.

There’s… little difference between Remus and I if you look close enough.

I’m no one’s hero. 

With a heavy sigh that fails to dislodge the lump in my throat, I collapse against the soft grass of the Imagination and let the cold rain wash over me. The cliff I’ve decided to sit on has a view over the ocean that, before all of this, I would love to just stare at and take it in for an hour or two. I’ve been in here for a week, maybe two if I’ve paid less attention then I think I have, but I can’t bring myself to show my face to anyone yet. Or, I can’t bring myself to look at the others and not feel so much that my chest wants to explode with emotions I can’t control.

Anger, frustration, confusion, betrayal, guilt- there’s so much guilt. So much for so many things that I don’t know what to do with it. Hiding it away and pretending that it doesn’t exist doesn’t help anymore. Lying doesn’t help me anymore.

Maybe Dece-... Maybe Janus knows me better than I thought. Maybe he should be one of the Light Sides; a Side that helps Thomas with his issues. Because he’s been doing a better job than I have. I just stood there as Patton hurt Thomas! I let him tell me what I should be doing- I let him tell me to go to that stupid, fucking wedding instead of what could have been the best opportunity of Thomas’ life!

My hands tangle themselves in my hair as I scream at the rain. As I scream at Patton, at Deceit, Janus, Patton- at Thomas. Myself. Everything and everyone. I just scream until something starts to hurt, then scream some more. I just want all of this to go away.

Instead, I scream until I’m too tired to scream anymore. I just lay an arm lengths away from the edge of a cliff, stare at what I guess to be a nice sunset, and just… do nothing. I don’t want to do anything anymore. I’m so tired. So sore. Thomas can last a while without me; and even more if Remus decides to take the spotlight now that I’m not around.

I should get out of the rain though; it’s starting to get really heavy. With a grunt of effort, I haul myself to my feet and throw my hoodie on despite every part of me being drenched already. My first step causes something below me to crack and I freeze to hear a second and third to follow suit. I frown down at my feet as I take another step, only for it to slip against something and send me back onto my back with a heavy thump. And a loud crack.

There’s a second of weightlessness as the ground falls out from beneath me. The sky seems to get so far away from me so quickly, with my hand reaching out as if a cloud will catch me as I fall. But what is now the edge of the cliff passes by me, I shut my eyes tight and wait for the pain of hitting the crashing waves below. For the possible breaking of my bones, for the head trauma, for the relief of not having to think while I’m unconscious-

Something wraps around my wrist and every part of me screams at me to hold onto it. Both hands grab onto the… arm of whoever caught me.

“Seriously!? I thought I was the crazy twin!” My eyes shoot open at the all-too-familiar voice to see Remus smiling down at me. It’s… a relieved smile, for some reason. 

Then I see what’s behind him. Remus is nowhere near the edge of the cliff and has both of his legs being held onto with a hand each, while two other hands hold the three of us up. Out of all the Sides to have come here, I didn’t expect these two.

“Ro. Hey.” With a couple of blinks I focus back on Remus’ face, while the lump that was once in my chest now sits up in my throat. He needs to stop looking at me like that. They’re both looking at me... “You alright there?”

“I-... N-No.”

“Remus, I don’t believe you know this, but the three of us are hanging off a cliff right now. Of course he’s not bloody alright!”

“Okay, okay! You gonna pull us up then, or what!?” 

One moment I’m watching the two argue as my legs dangle over the dangerous ocean, the next I’m back on solid ground and I can feel tears building up as I realise what just happened. They rescued me. They’re heroes…

“Roman?” Remus’ voice is too soft, too filled with worry over such a useless Side. In a world of my own creation, where I rule, I still can’t be anyone’s hero because I’m too busy needing saving myself. I was saved by those I called villains. “Fuck- Jan, he’s crying! Did he hit his head?”

I shake my head and curl my legs up to my chest; the lump in my throat now painful and starving me of air. It’s all too much. Everything is so much while I can do so little. Like an ant in a rainstorm without shelter. Like a mortal trading places with Atlas to hold up the sky. Like a stupid Prince who’s been thinking so much of himself, when he actually just insults others and makes everything worse!

So when I feel fingers in my hair, I push them away only for arms to wrap around me and hold me close to someone’s chest. Even as I keep struggling, two more sets of arms wrap around me and feel so warm against how damp and cold my skin is. I feel fingers in my hair again- gloved fingers. With another gloved hand holding my own and rubbing their thumb across the back of my hand.

“Ro? You sane now?” I attempt to swallow the suffocating lump, but fail as it feels even bigger than before. What am I supposed to say? I am sane- I always have been sane. I’m just no longer blind.

“... I guess so…”

“Good, ‘cause I gotta tell you off for scaring me. Do you know how hard that is to do? You big-headed… butt-head.”

“Not the time for insults...” I guess the extra arms are coming from Janus. He shouldn’t be comforting me; not after what I said. Not after I hurt him after he showed us something so… terrifying… And I fucked it up. I destroyed so much with so few words. 

“So, you gonna thrash around again? I can let go if you want. I doubt I smell like roses and honey or whatever...” A set of arms goes to release me and in that moment, I decide to be selfish and quickly grab hold of them. Then move to grab hold of him. Both of them. And I just cry. 

“I-I’m sorry… For your name, and ignoring you, and calling you villains, a-and threatening you- I threatened you so much… Fuck…” I can smell them both and it’s such a weird scent, even more so with the scent of rain mixed with them. There’s honey and lavender, but also Thomas’ deodorant and something close to when Patton forgets to put the lid of the trash bin back on. It’s gross, but comforting.

I shouldn’t be comforted. 

“Roman, it’s-”

“No!” I pull back to see them both, again hating the look in their eyes. Janus’ heterochromatic ones and the bright red ones of my brother, both looking at me with looks like so much worry. “Stop looking at me like that! I don’t deserve it! Or this! Or to be saved-”

“Stop it, Roman-” I swat the reaching gloved hand away and fall backwards, out of their arms, before digging my palms into my eyes to see the dancing spots instead of seeing the kindness I don’t deserve. 

“I screwed up so much! I ignored you, Em! I pretended that you didn’t exist! What so-called ‘good guy’ ignores his own twin!? None! Because I’m not fucking good! I never was! I’ve never been a hero!”

“Roman!” “And I knew that your name was important to you, Dec- Janus! God, I don’t deserve to call you by your name! I laughed! I… I fucking laughed! After you saved Thomas, while I just made shit worse! I made fun of it!”

“And I compared you to Remus while you were in a vulnerable state- Stop apologising and look at us!” 

It’s something in the way Janus says it, it could be how his ‘s’ are starting to be held longer or the actual desperation from him that I’ve never heard before, but I take my hands away from my eyes and look up at them. 

Remus is grinning brightly and without any of his usual craziness behind it. He looks happy as he stretches his arms out towards me- now making grabby hands at me as if he wants a hug from me. It’s… weird to see him so happy. Is he usually straining his smile? Or this is a different kind of happy then when he pops up to give one of us a fright?

Janus has a soft smile on his face as he fixes the hat atop his head with one of his six arms. He holds another hand out and motions me to come to them. “We both said some harsh things; and I sincerely apologise for hurting you after so much had happened to you and Thomas. And we’ll talk this through- but later. You look exhausted, Roman…”

“So come here, hug us, and let me carry you to our side of the Mindscape for some microwaved leftovers so that we can be best bros for two minutes before you regret saying that mushy shit to me.” 

The lump in my throat doesn’t hurt as much- but is still very much there. We do have a lot to talk through, but I am also so tired. And cold. And I nearly just fell into bone-shattering waves. Remus’ open arms and Janus’ inviting look warms something inside me and pushes me into my brother's arms. He holds on tightly with fistfulls of my shirt, as if I’ll disappear. I did this to him… I made him scared that I would leave him again.

“No, Rem…” I have to fix this. I have to become better, instead of sulking away in my Imagination. Doing nothing, solves nothing. If I want to be a hero, I have to work for it again. From the bottom up. Which starts with Remus. “More than two minutes…”

“Sixty-nine minutes?” 

“Sixty-nine years sounds better. Especially with an infinity on the end.”

“Sixty-nine infinities? What legendary stamina…”

“You’re gross and insane.” Yet I only hold onto him tighter. His hugs have always felt like I’m not missing a part of myself, as if everything will be okay and nothing will be bad again. It’s a huge lie, but no one else’s hugs can make me feel this kind of safe. 

“Come on. I love standing in drenched clothing and I totally don’t want Roman to try the lasagne that we made yesterday.” Holy crap. The leftovers is lasagne!? 

“Oooh! You’ll love it, Ro! The cheese on top is scrunchy, like an exo-skeleton.” Too tired to get grossed out at that rather terrifying image, I just give him a hum to make him know that I heard as he picks me up without issue. Now he just smells like strong deodorant with a hint of trashiness; which is dealable enough to get comfortable against him. 

“You better not be sleeping. You know how I wake people up.”

“With a scream two inches from their face?”

“I was gonna put slime in your shirt- but that works too! Maybe with some blood…”

“Fake blood please, Remus.” I open my eyes and catch Janus’ gaze for a moment. He gives me another smile before bapping the back of Remus’ head since he was making his nose drip blood. “I wasn’t lying! Clean that up before we enter the Mindscape or you’ll stain the carpets again!”

“Those carpets are already stained from last week!”

“I will hide your copy of Betelgeuse! In my room no less- don’t test me!”

Closing my eyes once more, I hear a raspberry from Remus before they start bantering again. A few days on their side of the Mindscape will do me good. With my deranged yet caring brother and… the attractive-looking, snake man that may have just turned my school yard crush on him into a full on I’m-gay-for-you. We’ll have to talk first, and I have to get some flowers to apologise properly with, but maybe one day I’ll ask him out. Leftover lasagne dinner with him and my brother sounds like a good start.

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My TSS AU World Building

World Building Dot Points

Modern-Medieval Fantasy. By that I mean it's set in a time frame where P!ATD, Disney, YouTube and all of those glorious things exist. But there's also Kings, Queens; a more Medieval-like system that's rolled up in modern day-ish politics.

The King and Queen sit in a large castle while everyday folk have modern houses with the occasional area of more medieval-type foundations. 

Owning coaches is almost as popular and as used as owning a car. .

Some humans have magick, others don't. It's more common for two people with magick to have a kid that also has magick, but rarely they can be just normal. Or two normal people having a magick kid is just as rare.

If two people with the same magick have a child; there is no certainty that the child will have the same magick. For example; if two people with water magick have a child; they won’t have something fire related, but they could have Flight or could conjure thunderstorms.

Shooting fire from their hands, Changing hair colours with a thought, Flying, Super strength, Superspeed etc. aren't rare types of magick. They're all fairly common and most children with magick go to public schools and just have a magick class to go to.

But then there's kids who have rarer magick. Invisibility, Charmspeak, Telekinesis, Breathing underwater etc. Stronger versions of common magick can also count as ‘rare’; such as having the ability to control wind and they’re able to conjure entire tornados. .

The children with ‘rare’ magick go to the King Cygnus Aurelian’s School of Magick; a private school named after the current King’s grandfather. Everything is free to the student; including housing and they get money for food. They have to pay for extra furniture and whatever else, but the basics are all free.

The dorms are in rows of ten. Each row is assigned a letter. Such as row A goes to dorm 00-09. B is 10-19. C is 20-29. Most new children can pick a dorm to their liking.

Dorms A are restricted for special guests such as those recognised by the King and/or Queen.

Dorms X, Y and Z are restricted for those with movement disabilities and those requiring, fortnightly or less, therapy sessions.

Children can change rooms at the start and end of the year. Only certain exceptions can change dorms during the year.

There are some exceptions to who can be enrolled. Children who have shown that they either need special training with their magick -for example, they can’t control when they can light their hands on fire- or have exceptional grades, have the CHANCE to go to the school as well. They cannot apply for the school, only chosen.

Children aged 12 and above are enlisted to the school as the majority of the populace's magical community have powers by their twelfth birthday. Those who are found any older than that and have hidden their powers for one reason or another are rarely punished for doing so. .

Magickal creatures and Fae are rather rare for humans to find. Unicorns, fairies, mermaids, dryads and even dragons aren’t an everyday sight. When they are seen; they're commonly killed without hesitation. Humans have believed for years now that the majority of magickal creatures are out to get the human-race.

That belief started when they started hating Botanokinesis; more commonly known as ‘Plant Magick’. It's a VERY powerful magick that no one has a full grasp upon; they don’t even know the magicks specifics. The people who had it never seemed to grow tired after using their abilities, managed to never get lost, avoided even the most sudden of ambushes and could even attack a hundred foes at once. None who had this magick told anyone else how it worked.

Eventually even the three main Royal Families began to fear them and when one person with this magick had been reported to have killed a small family, they were all hunted down.

The hunt had led to an extensive search through forests, where they found tons of magickal creatures that had attacked the armed forces on sight. This caused rumors that the ones with Plant Magic were killing the soldiers and using the creatures as a decoy; and so they had killed a lot of creatures by the time the hunt ended.

There is a chance that another person with Plant Magic can be born at any time, but they had simply stopped appearing two hundred years ago; the same year that the hunt had ended. .

All Fae can understand the Dragons language (shortened to ‘Fae speak’); with some also being able to speak it.

The majority of the Dragons are led by a mysterious figure known as the Dragonwitch; who is rumored to be several thousand years old. Humans don’t know if they are a humanoid or a Dragon.

She is both. A witch with a large range of magic and the ability to change into a Dragon. No one knows her birth name, even herself, but Dragons and the Fae call her by a different name that the Humans don’t know.

Human and Fae World’s

The Fae world is at least twice as large as the Human world. No one knows which came first, but the Dragonwitch believes that they came into existence at the same time.

The Human world consists of five main continents, with three Royal families governing over them. The Aurulien family control the two largest continents. The Ambersworn family controls one, which is the third largest. With The Fujisaki family controlling the smallest two.

The Aurulien’s and the Ambersworn’s have constant disagreements. The Fujisaki have never chosen sides.

The Aurulien’s have the most history connecting them to the Fae. The Ambersworn’s continent rarely sees Fae, most likely because they are the most violent towards them.

The story starts on one of the Aurulien’s continents; where their castle and where the main School is.

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The Fae world has nine main continents.

The Fae haven’t had a Royal family in decades. The majority are led by the Dragonwitch, with small groups of clans (most with Dragons as their leaders) that dislike how she runs things.

The Dragonwitch controls all nine main continents, with the rebel clans scattered across them.

The last Royal family (who were dragons) were chosen by the forest, and so that’s what the Fae are waiting to happen.

Humans do know that they have no Royals and that the Dragonwitch is in charge. They don’t know how Royals are made. .

Humans know that the Fae are connected to the forests but aren’t able to see any Fae communities from the sky or by satellite. They theorise that they use magick to move between worlds; but they don’t know how or what magick they use.

A few humans have come back to talk about seeing these communities but are never able to find them again. .

The forests and larger mountains create secret roads that most Fae can see; the ground lightly glows points in the direction of where to go. Some Fae can also hear the quiet voices of the forest and use them to guide them.

The paths from the Human world lead to random places in the Fae world. Even if two paths are a few kilometers apart, it could lead to two different continents.

The forests have been known to remove and create paths if needed. Such as, if it senses a large group of humans coming towards one and inevitably find it; so it gets removed. It adds more roads depending on weather and how many Fae are in the area- there’s a lot of variables.

And yeah! That’s the world my story (that I haven’t written much of yet...) is going to be placed in. Feel free to ask questions, give tips, all around talk about it because I’d love to hear people’s opinions!

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Some quick doodles of sick Janus and Remus bundled up like burritos =3 Inspired by this fic here by @magpiemorality !!

Just wanted to mention how awesome and sweet Magpie is! I love their fics so much and their nice as well and just dkskfndnensjfj... I wish I had motivation more often to show how much I adore their work!

Hope you like it!!

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@surohsopsisofclouds oh and I took your other suggestion as well and made my best version of an Eldritch kinda plant thingy

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@surohsopsisofclouds Ta-Da! Hope you like it Virgil!

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My take on @wroammin DTIYS

I haven't drawn in months and I'm pleasantly surprised how proud of this I am so it's going on my art blog

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Sanders Sides Poke Au - Remus

Before Remus and Roman left their hometown to go on their adventure, Remus had taken in a seemingly newly-hatched Alolan Rattata. He found it in their pantry after it had made a hole in their cereal box and was willing to share breakfast with him. So he took it in and even made a bits-and-pieces-that-he-found bed for it in his room.

His parents didn’t like his new friend though. It would gnaw on the door frames, chair legs, bed posts, Roman’s old rocking Mudbray; everything. Remus managed to keep it from ruining anything from his and Roman’s shared bedroom, but his parents still told him to release it.

It soon turned into an argument which caused Remus to run into the woods with Rattata during a storm. He and Roman went there all the time and they were usually lucky enough to not get too injured by wild Pokemon, but he was too upset to know where he was going and gotten himself lost.

He kept Rattata in his coat to keep them as warm as possible while he tried finding a landmark to find his way home. He eventually did; an old sewer pipe that was filling quickly with rainwater and was loud in his ears. He also heard something crying from inside.

He took his jacket off and hid it inside of an old stump, keeping Rattata inside so that it stays safe. He climbed into the sewer pipe and had to dig his nails into the cracks of the old walls to keep himself from being pulled away in the current. It was up to his knees, but the Pokemon ahead of him seemed to be half submerged and being pushed against the metal bars of the pipe.

It was too dark to see what it was, but he grabbed hold of it anyway just as he heard Roman calling out to him. He made sure that his grip on the plastic-y texture was tight as he called back, letting his brother help pull him out of the sewer pipe.

The Pokemon in his arms smelled like dead fish and week-old egg yolks, but Remus couldn’t care less as it shivered twice as much as he was. Roman grabbed Rattata and they both ran back home, where their parents drove them to the Poke Centre mid-storm.

Remus was happy to see Rattata riding the front of the hospital cart, pushed by a happy Blissey. He hugged his little friend and looked over at the other Pokemon that he didn’t recognise. It looked similar to a bag of garbage that had exploded open. It explained the smell at least.

“It’s a Trubbish. It’s the Trash Bag Pokemon. He has a slight fever, but he’ll be alright after having something to eat and some rest. They often like to eat things out of people’s garbage bins.” 

Remus has never fallen in love faster.

His parents couldn’t bare to separate him from his Pokemon after trying so hard to keep them safe; so they asked the Nurse Joy for tips in looking after the two Pokemon and went home.

Up until their tenth birthday; Remus did everything to look after his Pokemon. He went to the forest with Rattata to let him chew on broken branches and anything else he could find. While Roman and Remus gave Trubbish their rubbish from home and whatever Remus could grab from Trainers School. 

He eventually found an old, green floaty that he fixed up and gave to Trubbish so that he could practice swimming. Even afterwards, he wears it like a sash across his trash-bag of a body.

On their tenth birthday, he was given two Luxury Balls by Roman after he had gotten his Charmander. He said; “If your all going to be gross all he time, at least let those two travel in comfort.”

It was the best day of his life.

.... Until he met Logan but that’s not for a few years later ;)

[willowkeyes-creates]

A Brothers Smile

This is what happens when I get an idea, write, and have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Hopefully it’s somewhat decent. Brotherly Creativitwins hurt/comfort.

Warnings: Blood, broken bones, tinnitus mention, Remus mentions drawing dorks, angst, hurt/comfort, open ended but I like to think that it ends up okay

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Remus ran as fast as his body allowed. His legs ached as he willed them to keep him moving through the Imagination. His chest burned as his eyes stung with unshed tears. His torso still hurt from the sudden pains he had gotten but those pains have been forgotten now.

He should have been there. Thomas had loads of intrusive thoughts during and after the wedding; it would have been easy to join the conversation. But no, he wanted to give Roman a break. He may argue with him, tell him that he's evil and disgusting and bad... But there are no other Sides that understand Remus like Roman does. They don't understand what it's like to be half of a whole.

They don't understand what it's like to be able to feel your brother dying with whatever magic links them together.

Remus passes the foul-smelling swamp, the burnt meadows, the forest with trees so thick you'd get lost within an instant. He follows the array of colours in the sky that all head in one direction; the dragons from both sides of the Imagination wanting to help their creators as much as they can. He doesn’t remember calling them, but he won’t send them away. They’re the last things that he and Roman had made together. 

Dark blue scales with wings that shine and glow like the sky on a light-pollutant free night. They fly above and watch the Duke; more curious of him than of their destination.

Stormy purple dragons that are as fast as lightning zip across the sky; scaring away any animals or creatures that may interfere. They don’t get close to their creators, being the timid creatures they are. Remus always feels their piercing eyes on him though.

The bright yellow dragons are his beacon. They show the way; hanging lower than the others in case the Duke has need of them. He won't and they know this, but they do so anyway. These ones have always been their stubborn yet loyal protectors.

Ahead sit a crowd of smaller, baby blue dragons with fur barely visible on the ligaments of their wings. They light up the area with their very presence; creating a path for the tired Duke that feels warm and comforting. Or, it tries to be. The blood seeping into the rocky path seems to absorb whatever comfort the creations could bring.

His brother lays in the middle of the path; bloodied and broken. His arm is at an angle that anyone would grimace at; even Remus. His face is covered in that one red that he knows that the Prince isn't overly fond of. It's already beginning to dry. Claw marks sit across his chest, staining his perfectly white attire while his sash lays missing from sight. 

His katana lays in pieces beside him. Broken and bloodied; just like it's owner.

"Roman. Roman, please." He knows that he hasn't sounded this destroyed in years. Not since Roman left him. And yet, he holds the one who left him close as his green magic crackles around the both of them. It sounds like tinnitus; a constant ringing in one’s ears that never seems to go away. He tries listening to Roman’s breathing instead, but the wheezing and periodic gasping only makes his eye shadow smudge across his cheeks.

It feels like hours after having found his brother had the green turned into a gentle pink. Magic that Remus hasn’t seen in a millennia. It feels as old as time itself to him, and perhaps it is. His time did begin when pink had split into green and red.

"G-Good... You... You're alive... You're not allowed to die on me..."

"Tired..." The Duke sniffs and wipes his thumb across his brother's cheek, getting rid of those pesky tears that ruin his face. He's supposed to be the pretty one; he'll help him out with that this one time. He'll draw a dork or two on his face later to make up for it. He’ll get yelled at, maybe even chased across the Mindscape if he’s lucky. It’d be a miracle if he also got to hear his laugh mix with Roman’s once more.

"I-I know. It's okay to be tired."

"... 'M sorry..."

"Me too, bro. I'm here now. It's okay."

His heart doesn't stop hurting when those bright green eyes seem to smile at him; it only begins to undo it's tight coils when he hears that delicious snap of a bone being put back into place. The scream that came with it... wasn't as nice. 

"Shhh... I've got you... Get some sleep, Ro."

"I... 'm s-scared..."

He should destroy everything. Roman was supposed to be brave and daring and dashing and whatever other cheesy things that Thomas likes; not beaten and bloody and crying into his brother’s chest from all of this pain. Mental. Physical. Both. Maybe even other types. Who knows- Who fucking cares!? Everything should burn and bleed for doing this to his brother. To his blood. His other half.

"I'm not going anywhere. You c-can't get rid of me that easily, Ro..!" His words aren't as sharp and annoying as usual, but that's fine. The smile that his brother gets as the baby blue dragons curl around them and a flurry of the comforting colours dances overhead is worth it. That's all he wants. That's all he's ever wanted.

"... I’m… I’m glad..."

He just wants his brother to smile.

[willowkeyes-creates]

you can focus on everything else later Logan!! run into the forest or their going to catch you! Thomas and the others need you to run!!

Yes- Right! I can't make sense of anything if I'm being burnt in a pyre.

I wipe at one eye at a time as I rush into the thick forest, managing to get rid of some blurriness that distorted my vision. No proper direction is needed, all I need to do is get away from the current danger.

Find a respite. Make a plan. Everything else can come afterwards.

I don't realise how much my calves and chest hurts until I reach a small clearing with a small, running river trickling through it. I think I ran for a while; I doubt they'd be able to find me anytime soon. I take the moment I have to sit beside the river and quickly splash my face, taking the time to clean some much off my hands and glasses as well.

Now all I need is a plan. There would most likely be a town upstream for supplies; maybe a map and something to cover my...

Disability? Predicament? Wires?

A shiver runs down my spine at the very word- I'm not calling it what it is. Repression may be a bad thing but so is this ENTIRE SITUATION! We're stuck in the Imagination -most likely with all of us being split up- with a possible destructive Side -or even the plural- pushing Thomas to do something stupid and against my entire existence.

.....

I need to start walking before I begin to overthink again... Oh and I believe a 'thank you' is in order, for assisting me with thinking straight. I don't usually act like this; it's the Imagination's fault. I've never really been here before, but surely it affects a Side just as much as a Side's room would on another...

Now that that's out of the way; upstream it is.

[willowkeyes-creates]

There are other ways to help when panicking- how about this? What can you hear, Logan? Any specific sounds that stand out to you?

What can I hear?

A distant murmur of voices. The ruffling of feathers as birds fly overhead. A few dogs are barking as well; and they’re not sounding too friendly. But the sound that worries me the most are the voices growing closer.

They don’t sound like anyone I know, so it must be some of the townspeople. If the note is correct, which it has been so far, they’ll try and capture me again as I’m a suspected warlock. If it’s anything like the Salem Trials, it would be in my best interest to move.

Sound seems to help me focus on something other then the stinging, but my mind is still clouded by a type of haziness. I tap on one of the metallic buttons on my robe, hearing a soft clicking sound as I look around. I’m directly on the outskirts of the town, with a dense forest of dark green trees that could easily hide me. 

Some forests can go on for miles without a road or a hint of civilisation. Would Roman create such a forest? Or has Pride created this forest himself? Would it be more dangerous to enter then to attempt sneaking around the edge of the town? They both have pros and cons to them.... This damned haze isn’t helping me think and those voices are sounding closer.