#FridgeOfFanworks

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Vio!! You forgot to tell me whether or not you want to see the fanart, so I took it as a yes!

I've actually made a second one by now, so I thought I'd throw that in too. Shame you don't like snow, although I personally think it's overrated.

The alien blinks in surprise at the pair of images that pop up in front of him.

Right; Day had mentioned that this was a thing that Observers could do.

“Huh,” he says, head tilting to the side. Before the not-kids can ask what happened, he tells them, “I got…fanart.”

They all perk up, and he huffs and says, “Yes, I’ll let you see it. I think I just need to say that for it to–?”

Before the statement can finish, the other four get the popups as well.

Toma claps his hands in delight. “Grandad fanart!” Instead of correcting him, Vio just heaves a long-suffering sigh. 

So sue him; he has a soft spot for the zombie piglin child.

Aryll snickers, “The cold weather gear is too colorful for him, but otherwise…yeah, pretty much, that’s him alright!” “It’s not my fault I’m not built for snow! Snow wasn’t a fucking issue in the deserts and savannahs where I’m meant to be,” Vio reminds him.

The not-brothers and Toma laugh at that, while Vio rolls his eyes at them. “Yeah, yeah– yuck it up, you menaces.” “Hanging around Day too much, bossman,” Zinn cackles, “who wants to take bets on how long before you start calling us gremlins you love very much?”

The enderman hybrid points at him. “That’s what I said! He’s spending too much time with Day, which is hilarious because he stayed here to avoid him.”

“I don’t have a choice! I have a travel with him and Theo, and they talk a lot!” “Uh-huh,” Toma snorts, “That’s tooootally all it is.”

Aver furrows his brow, and the merriment quiets a little. “...Okay, and? If it’s not malicious, I don’t really fuckin’ care. Lots’ve us have secrets.” As if to prove his point, he gestures over at Vio, who looks wary at being dragged into this.“Monkey’s Paw ‘ere keeps his therapist a secret for…some fuckin’ reason?” 

“Because I feel like it,” Vio answers, sounding slightly affronted, “Let me have my mischief.”

“Yeah, see? S’ fuckin’ weirdchamp, but doesn’t really matter. If whoever’s lying to everyone or whatever isn’t doing it out of malice or to hurt people…then it’s not my fuckin’ business, innit?”

The alien pauses, looking a little concerned. “Someone is lying to everyone?” “Ehh, according to the– what, we’re calling them Observers? One of ‘em said that. But from what I hear, some of ‘em are dicks.”

Zinn narrows his eyes. “You said something about not being able to hear whatever they said, though.” “Mmh. Yeah, fuckin’ redacted to hell n’ back,” Aver sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s not exactly thrilled at being the one who has to decide if it was or wasn’t something important.

“Didn’t Atlas get something with a cut part, a while back?” Aryll’s question makes Aver nod. “Yep. Just a blip, though. This one was pretty much the whole fuckin’ thing. But…”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Pretty much everyone has fuckin’ secrets, yeah? Not my fuckin’ place to drag that shit into the spotlight.”

For all his insistence that it doesn’t really matter, he can’t help but feel uneasy about the situation.

The goat hybrid hums, fingers drumming on the side table next to him. “...Sure, I’ll take your word on that.”

He pauses. “Wait, what do you mean double check? Do you have a reference about who we are?”

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FRIDGE FRIDGE FRIDGE

I gotta change the tag to that lmao

hello i have made more fanart but i actually like it this time

also i finished reading fool's gold and. why. why did you do this 😭

first off we have my wonderful child innit (yes i've adopted it, no there's nothing you can do about it)

secondly i tried to draw Vio. surprisingly the thing i was most overwhelmed about was the jewelry. i just couldn't cope with the lack of hair so i gave him some more hair.

the first one is with the colours i picked and the second one is "canon" colouring. i wasn't entirely sure what his tail or the triangle pin looks like but i tried. yes i used the splatter tool for the marking i tried drawing them by hand but it looked terrible. i also tried to include the second joint in how he bends his arms. originally i has the lab coat's colour to be more obnoxious than the one you had picked but it hurt my eyes so i changed it

also i noticed the mention of his second pair of eyelids a lot. so he has a nictitating membrane? i'm assuming that's what it is, since it fits the description and the way those open/close would be considered wrong (from left to right instead of up and down)

if it is a nictitating membrane- i remember seeing somewhere that his planet had glass(?) storms, so i was wondering if that protects his eyes like a camel's protects its eyes during a sandstorm? sorry i just find this sort of- not world. uh species-building interesting lol

!!! MORE ART FOR THE FRIDGE AYYYYY

You aren’t the only one to adopt Innit. Askblog is interesting. You can see the evolution of Daz in it, too!! I did it because I feed on reader’s tears :3c Also, Innit Going Away was pretty much inevitable. There was no way for it to be on the askblog suddenly without it having vanished, because Innit was created LONG after Daz had been introduced. I had to work backwards to figure out what would have made that happen. I think the answer is kind of heartbreaking, ngl, but like...I don’t see another way it could have turned out. It led to some fun content tho!

Oh, right, you didn’t see the very top. The canon colors are to give a better idea of what I had in mind. Sky blue could mean a LOT of different shades! I know that actually drawing with those PRECISE colors might be difficult, and I have a disclaimer about “yes, I know it could shift in Actual Art, this is just to have a solid baseline to work off of.”

The tail is more like an alligator’s, and it’s the spines along the top of it that can go flat or Not Flat as he so chooses.

And, yes, that’s what I mean by that lmao. I honestly didn’t consider it re:glass storms, but you’re right! That’d definitely help with those, as well as with general sand blowing about.

I loooooove world and species building. It’s SO fun to really dig into the minutiae of how do these things work and WHY? Vio has a lot of really interesting quirks in particular-- like, magic is basically poison to him. A LOT of enchantments either don’t work at all or cause a huge backlash if he tries to use them (water-based ones in particular. That’s why he hates tridents lmao). Others only kinda-sorta work. Silk touch is one that straight up has zero effect. Even with a properly enchanted pick, it fails to activate. This will eventually become a plot point in the rewrites, hehe!

I have a lot of lore sunk into Sanctuary itself (and a fair bit of it is in Sibling Acceptance Rituals and onwards!!) as well as Blood & Gold. A LOT of stuff that never actually made it into any fic was figured out! For instance, one of the few things bgWilbur DIDN’T lie about was his mom being Lady Death. This comes up in a few AUs, but not in the main timeline nor Welcome To The Inn/Creepypasta.

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Continuation of the previous post; links for the character image stuff.

Noodley's art blog is here!

Noodley's doodles of Day have him with feather ears, which is a rad design choice! I'd have made it canon if it wasn't already a Significant Character Thing that he has earrings.

They also gave Innit this really cool little muzzle/nose deal, which is 100% how it picture it now. At least, when it's not looking like Daz to fuck with him.

-Piccrews + Art

-Just Roleswap (unique stuff at the top)

-Just Art

Gonna do images & explanation under the cut!

Out of context Welcome to the Inn/Creepypasta doodles! (Dream doesn't have horns or a tail, that's just a trait Noodley used with their Dreams a lot and added out of habit.)

This is somehow a Daz branch that's arguably tied for having the most functional groups. I'm still not quite sure how that happened.

Fun fact; i named the groupchat with myself, Noodley, and Trias "Innit Apologists". Because we are.

Also, they did art of themselves and Trias in Observer form;

And now...all the piccrews.

One thing I tried to do with sets/groups was to have a unifying background element.

Like so:

Not-Family; solid squares. I made the trio looking in those directions on purpose! They're hatching a scheme.

Council; black & white frames (bonus Aleph and Khons "oh Daz is being insane again" shared Look & bonus acting/fake!Daz)

Was-Taken fam; white diamonds

There's so many random one-offs of Day because I tend to use him as the barometer for if any given maker is viable. He's got a pretty simple casual look, but with enough special elements (wings, earrings, necklace) that it lets me get a good idea of what I can do with any given piccrew.

Vio, Aryll, Khons, and Aleph are the REALLY hard ones to make. Vio is just Weird, ditto for Aryll (plus I have a very strong mental image of him), and Aleph & Khons both have pretty distinctive non-human traits.

It's hard to pick a favorite group, but I really REALLY love this Was-Taken fam set because of how expressive it is;

Day: "that's not going to end how you think it will" / "what the actual fuck are you doing" Theo: being a pest towards his loved ones, with bonus Fates!

Dee: "I will make you regret that." Orph: being annoying towards his twin, specifically Atlas: being annoyed by his twin, specifically

Perce: Humblebragging about his accomplishments. If Theo gets to use "I've fought in wars while blind and won" thing as often as he does, then Perce gets to talk up having won in manhunts against said brother + their other siblings.

Lee: sunshine boi!!

How have I hit image limit again?? Huh. Oh well, I guess I don't really have room to explain anything else! Surely there's nothing TOO out of left field I didn't talk about, right? :3c

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Hey Day, here’s a pic for ya! It’s an Allay-Cat.  Hehehehehehe, I’ll see myself out. :3

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Day can’t help but wheeze with laughter at the terrible pun.

“I love that. I’m going to subject that to…” he considers his options, and then realizes this is a great stress test.

“Everyone. Every single person on the server, at once, I want them to see that. I want them to know it’s my fault.”

He waits a few moments, and then, as he suspected it might, his com starts buzzing so rapidly with messages that it actually heats up.

…Which is a sign that the strain would have flat out killed a com less powered by highly advanced tech he doesn’t understand, a sign that he’s going to be yelled at by a lot of people very shortly, and most likely a sign that he’s going to get a few semi-plausible excuses to start pranking people again.

“Nobody appreciates dad jokes like they should,” he muses, though his grin has only gotten bigger.

It gets even wider and toothier when he gets a message from Lucid.

Lucid: what did you do, and WHY

DayDream: dad jokes, for fun and profit

Lucid: what profit could you POSSIBLY get

Lucid: oh

Lucid: oh no

Lucid: please don’t start another prank war. San was SO upset over the last one.

DayDream: of course not.

Lucid: thank you.

He opts not to mention that he’s being very technical in his wording, and feels no obligation not to escalate or end a prank war someone else might start.

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Omg I have a nicknameee now Break is such a cool nameee. But also Daz, to answer your question, me and a couple others do get our info from the scribe!! That’s not typical, though— most of the observers don’t know as much, and their job is to find out new information. Our job is to help them along!!

As for how many… well they come and go. New ones form, and old ones fade. The number is always changing. OoOoOoOo.

Another Question— I’ve been watching Dream Prime like you asked, and that got me wondering— what do you think about the world?

There’s a roll of Daz’s eyes, but it’s more preformative than genuinely annoyed. He’s too busy mentally turning over the phrasing of the answer. “...Interesting that you call it a job.” His attention flicks over to Aster, who gives a soft hum of agreement. “Definitely strange.” He frowns slightly and asks the other Tommy, “You and Raine said that the Scribe felt different. You never clarified any further. What made them so different?”

Daz considers it, rolling the single encounter over in his mind. It had been jarring and unsettling in at least a dozen ways, but a few were moreso than others. “...They were weightier,” he murmurs, almost to himself. He glances at his friend and Raine agrees, “If the pressure of a normal Observer speaking feels like a spring shower, then the Scribe was closer to a heavy downpour.”

Aster’s eyes thin slightly, but he remains quiet as Daz tries to find a way to put it into words. “It reminded me of being near Hero when he does eldritch bullshit. Not exactly the same but…parallel. Similar. I don’t like any of this, even if it will probably make keeping an eye on Lucid easier.” Dream Prime’s very existence bothered Daz in a way that little else could. He was an ugly reminder of both how far he had come and how far he could fall if he was too careless.

A second plunge to the cold, unforgiving ground would kill him–in spirit, if not literally. He couldn’t lose everything all over again.

He would stain every fiber of his being with blood if it served to protect those who he calls his. No price was too high for their safety and happiness. It was one of the things that he and Aster agreed wholeheartedly on. They knew what it was like to have loyalty demanded of them and gave it willingly with so much more caution for that fact.

The reasons for that demand had been oceans apart, though, as had the scars they left behind. Aster, with a permanently muted ability to emote and a desaturation to his features, had decided to hone his combat skills to the point of being able to confidently stand alongside Theo as one of the most openly deadly people on the server. Theo had had his dad, a chorus of entities who could help him, and years to perfect his combat prowess.

Aster had, at one point, been a fairly cosmically average Tommy. Not incapable in a fight by any stretch, but nothing special either. He had just chosen to devote himself to learning to be the scariest person in most rooms and then followed through with pure Tommy spite and stubbornness.

His strength is his ability to swing a sword with terrifying speed and accuracy.

Daz, by contrast, counts his mind as his weapon. He is far less obvious about his scars–both literal and metaphorical. An unassuming, invisible, smiling mask to hide behind. It’s an act he has both perfected and enjoys, because, well–people are puzzles, and conversation is an elaborate game. He likes to tug and nudge and push others into where he needs them to be.

Dreams likened themselves puppet masters? Well, Daz was a choreographer and maestro, leading those around him in a dance so effortless none of them had any clue it existed at all.

If they knew, they would be on guard. If they were on guard, they could plunge a knife in his back. Or, even worse–a knife through the heart of those he cares for. Regret snaps at his heels with every step he takes. He wakes in the middle of the night with a swallowed scream for someone long since dead, like if he tries hard enough he can reach through the mists of time and warn him, to save him, if only if only if only–

But he can’t. He knows he can’t. His mind just turns against him at night, dragging his past back to the forefront of his mind. He’s accepted that sleep is a restless, grueling task to be checked off through gritted teeth. As much as he would prefer to not need sleep, he’s yet to overcome that particular human limitation.

A memory presents itself before he can stop it in its tracks; the worried, if slightly amused face he had come to know so well (as friend and family and–) looking at the work that had been done while Daz should have been asleep. This is even worse than my first attempts, his mentor had told him, ignoring the glare Daz had leveled at him, and I didn’t have a teacher. Impressive. Daz had doubled down by spitting out a grumpy, Fuck you, you self-righteous prick, not everyone just knows this shit! And it had been a beat too long before he realized his mistake.

His mentor had grinned smugly. That’s a diamond, a gold ingot, and an iron ingot. Pay up.

Nothing had been anywhere near as infuriating as the Prime-damned swear jar.

Well. Maybe one thing. The look in his eyes when he had said This is just cleaning up loose ends still raised his hackles and made years-old spite and bitterness ignite all over again.

Or, as the case was, made him turn cold.

The ability to take his anger and freeze it, to make deadly spears he could use to pierce the hearts of any who stood against him had proven so much more useful than any combat skill ever had been.

Where most other Tommys were fire, he was ice. And he preferred it that way; he had long since learned how to live in the frigid wasteland of his resentment, to thrive off of it. Fire was strong, sure, but it died when it had nothing left to consume.

Cold, on the other hand, was far more insidious. It crept up on you, slow and methodical. Frost was a ceaseless foe that could only ever be delayed–but never stopped. It was inevitable.

Not that it saved him, his mind whispers to him. Ice and cold and frost only let you take revenge after it was said and done. And then you ran! You could have taken those last two lives then, but you were too fucking cowardly to do it.

He grabs those thoughts, mocking and sneering things that they are, and shoves them into one of the many rooms in his mind. Not right now, demons; he has a different kind of problem to puzzle over.

One he actually might be able to solve.

Barely a moment passes between the answer he got and his own. "So you have no idea how many there are, then." Daz sighs, raking a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. It’s only partly to hide the faintest of tremors he’s gained from his traitorous, wandering thoughts. "Lovely.”

Raine’s narrowed eyes tell him that he’s already noticed, though. Fucking over-observant asshole. Daz bites back the urge to hiss in annoyance as he sees Aster’s expression shift in the slightest way, barely there. They both know too much about him and his tells.

Instead of letting either of them express any concern, he opts to answer the question. “The world is a toddler who can cause widespread devastation if they get too sad,” Daz says with a slight scoff. “They’re deeply attached to entities that will inevitably die, because aging is very much still a fucking thing. We’re going to have to deal with their meltdown when those entities are gone.”

The three of them startle at the windows that appear in the middle of the air. “What the–” Raine cuts himself off, while Daz takes all of a few seconds to process what the pair of images actually are.

“My plans aren’t all murder. Murder is too obvious,” he mutters, both sounding and looking a little offended.

Aster’s eyes narrow, and he pulls out his com to check something. He makes a quiet noise, and then shows the screen to Daz.

“...What the fuck,” he says flatly. It’s one thing to know that one–two, now–of the Observers are fond of him. It’s another to realize that the same one was sending art out. No, actually, this made perfect sense. Of course it would be one of his fucking fanclub! Because things just couldn’t get any worse.

Ah, Daz thinks faintly, there’s the other shoe. It’s a testament as to how shaken he is that Daz’s face visibly pales.

He can’t breathe around the fear that seizes his heart. Neither option is good, but what terrifies him the most is the idea of either himself or Lee having to learn from Lucid.

A bitter, ugly laugh wells up from somewhere dark in his chest. Fucking history repeating itself, huh? Fine–he’ll dive in front of this bullet.

Better him than Lee.

Raine looks more than a little worried, swinging his legs back down again so he can lean over to put a hand on Daz’s arm. The way Daz flinches at it tells him more than enough. Aster’s muted expression shifts to concern, too, as he says quietly, “It doesn’t have to–”

Daz bares his teeth at him. “Shut up. They already know too much. I have to figure out how to make sure it doesn’t–he doesn’t–”

“You’re catastrophizing,” Aster tells him with an even, almost scolding tone. Daz laughs again, a tiredness to it that he hasn’t shown at all thus far. “No shit.”

He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to regain enough composure to get through the question. If he were less thrown off by this revelation (by the threat of time being a flat fucking circle), he’d be more careful about his words. He was already off before it, though–he’s usually better about keeping his memories of his mentor under lock and fucking key. “Atlas and Orph don’t know. All of you need to go. I’m not answering anything else right now.”

Aster and Raine both look even more worried at the bluntness of the answer.

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I'M GONNA CRY, this is so good ty ty ty!!

I'm not positive what the second god is (the secrets one and the Scribe??)

And I assume the three interactions are the T3, right? I'm now trying to remember my own lore and if Time HAS shown up three times. Or...interacted three times, at least. Day's deal, the marching orders to travel, and the start of askblog, so...yeah that makes three all right!

Did. did you read the extras doc. and notice that Theo and Dee have the same birthday because they were "adopted" at the same time. because I might cry if you did, in the most /pos way ofc.

The description of Aster is perfect btw!! and Daz too! Auuuhg they're so GOOD!!! Exceptionally funny that I can then picture you going "…I don't know like. ANYTHING. about Raine. the fuck is even his deal????"

Amazing how it's more clear what the fuck happened to Aleph and Khons (who were MIA for like four months) than to Raine, who has been notably prominent just by being around bastard lad.

I'll finish up the next playlist I've been working on. There's just the post part left; gonna try and explain why the songs are there this time. And also there are bonus songs! because some songs don't fit well enough but are SUPER important to how Daz became the way he is, in a meta sense! Additionally...

This is Raine's biggest core song. A huge part of his character is inspired by it.

Make of that what you will. :)

& I swear I'm working on asks. Just been slow because we had to pack in like 3 weeks for our move, which happened on the 12th. In times of stress, I default to the deeply unhinged and violently self indulgent Blood & Gold branch AUs that are mostly just for me.

There are 12 questions grouped into 8 posts, with varying levels of plot importance.

I have decided to up the intrigue on Mystery. They're great and deserve a chance in the spotlight. They'd provide an...interesting change of pace. To put it mildly.

i wrote a poem

it’s inspired by @cocomere’s fics. i wrote a poem based on a dsmp au^3 that has a metric fuckton of worldbuilding. the bloodshed banter breakdown was too powerful

[mild spoilers for the askblog]

Influence(d)

One immortal father, utterly failed to avoid

Two bleeding gods, destructive and destroyed

Three simple interactions, Time’s will leading away

Four young reformers, one’s spiteful will deployed

Five Council members, caring yet paranoid

Six lost sons, destruction kept at bay

Theseus and Daedalus, Orpheus and Atlas

Kept in the dark until Aether showed them day

Perseus’ broken family, Achilles’ poisoned mind

Found sanctuary in summer

And family in the hills

Watched over by hyssopus is-

A poppy, bloodied yet enduring-

A zinnia, battered but withstanding-

An allium, broken and abiding-

And eustoma protected by both swords and shields.

Together they change, battle someone strange,

And fight and crack and still snap back

Until they’re finally safe

A shining star, dimmed, near death, and relit;

A dazzling void, a shriveled, gilded heart

With a venomous black hole isolated within;

Different from normal, a rainstorm appears;

Gold and darkness with infinities hidden

Both chased away until sanctuary arrived;

Each and every one of them

Crashed and burned and fell

But none of them are Icarus,

No, all of them know well

To stay away from sun and sea

And never make wax wings

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So. Daz. :D

Ooc:: The Very Good Art(tm) from Noodley on its own <3

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OOC:: I have just realized that I very much didn't reblog this to here??

Okay like to be fair I often forget to link to my own fic updates-- FUCK I FORGOT TO DO THAT AGAIN.

Anyway Tabby is a sweetheart and an excellent artist. It's really cool to see what new thing he posts in the small DSMP discord we're in! His latest thing has been borozis. Love those doggos.

I drew my friend @cocomere 's oc Day!! I love how it came out I'm on some real shit tonight

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-/gestures wildly at what I said above-

OKAY!  This took….far longer than I expected in my very biased and possibly not very humble opinion. @elainaexe @cocomere @grimmijaggers I have some realities where I just simply got a thought and threw it on there, so if you wanna take it for inspiration, go right ahead!  No worries nor cares from me! But I’ll explain each Reality behind Elaina’s throne of awesomeness.  *By the way, if I do a multiverse thing and need a multiverse deity, I am going to use her.  Hope you don’t mind.* Reality 1- A reality where Puffy is the Wilbur. It goes as well as expected.  Also, yeah, she’s kinda boring, but I literally had no idea what else to place with her, so lever it was!

Reality 2- Dystopic Cyberpunk horror story where the government has to clone people to be soldiers to fight against alien-fungus monsters while said government gets corrupted and want to dominate the world.  The guy shooting the gun is Tommy.  He’s a Warden hybrid in the idea! :D

Reality 3- Grimmijagger’s AweSamDad AU, with little babby Tommy getting stuck in the toy box trying to get a toy he wanted out.  

Reality 4- Technoblade going toe-to-vine with the Egg, complete with the vines.  I couldn’t tell you if that is the Base-Line Reality or not.

Reality 5- DayDream Versus Darkza!  I am honest-to-God hoping I got at least MOST of the outfit right.  

Reality 6- I’m gonna be honest here.  I was getting really tired of drawing people when it came time to get to this reality, so I just went with the easy route and drew a symbolic ending to L’Manburg.  Also, symbolic pairing with Puffy.

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Ooc:: Noodley this is so good THEM

hi day. hey it would be funny if you remembered what prison was like. also hi vio and theo you're both breathing manually now

Day jolts a little, his conversation with his two traveling companions cut off abruptly by the disembodied voice that he heard.

It takes a second for what it said to register, his eyes narrowing at nothing. “I disagree, and you’re not settling a great tone for this! Whoever the fuck you are, I’d really rather not remember my time in my cage,” he says, voice flat. His discomfort is betrayed by the puffed feathers at his back, as well as the slight shiver that goes up his spine.

It’s fine, he’s gone through enough therapy that a simple reminder won’t just–make him crumble. It can’t and it won’t.

Theo stares at him, brow furrowing in confusion. “The fuck did they tell you, then? Also, fuck whoever that was, you’re a goddamned asshole, I’l fuckin’ kill you if I ever get my hands on you!”

Day frowns at him. “Did you not hear my part, then?” Theo shakes his head, looking suspicious. “...You heard ours?” “No. It was just what was directed at me.”

Theo looks no less suspicious. “And what was it? Wait, you–fuck, did they say some shit about the prison?!” He looks furious, wings fluffing in pure outrage. “You’re fuckin’ lucky I can’t murder you, whoever the fuck you are, because you don’t get to just–”

“I want to know how they even know about that.” Theo stops at Vio’s point, head cocking to the side a little. “...That’s a good fuckin’ point, actually.”

Another shiver goes through Day, this time far more pronounced. Dread sits heavy in his stomach as he asks, “What if–do they know about all of it, about everything I–?” He cuts himself off, breathing picking up a little. Theo immediately grabs his face, forcing his attention to go to him. “Dad. Who or what ever it is, they don’t know you. You’re an idiot and an asshole but you’re still my dad. I’m the one who’s known you over a fuckin’ decade. Even if you can’t fuckin’ trust yourself, trust me. Yeah?”

The reassurance is enough to make the tension in the immortal’s body drain, eyes shutting as he presses his forehead against his eldest son’s shoulder. “...Yeah. Okay. I–I do trust you.” Theo frowns, wings and arms wrapping around him in comfort. “...Dumbass.” Day’s voice is muffled. “We knew that already, though.”

“We did, yes.” Both of them look over at their alien traveling companion, who shrugs a little. “It’s too early to tell how much they do or don’t know. I’m guessing not a lot, given that they told me to manually breathe. Which is funny because I can hold my breath for…quite a while.”

Theo stares blankly at him for a long moment. “...The fuck do you mean by a while?” Vio raises his eyebrows. His tone is a little amused as he replies, “You’ll run out of air long before I do. I’ve talked about the glass shard storms before; do you think it’s safe to breathe much in those?”

Day stares at him in fascination. “...Everything new I learn about what the fuck you are or your home planet adds a new layer to how weird you are.” Vio grins cheerfully. “I know. It’s why I rarely say much; it’s great to see everyone process the new information.”

The youngest in the room huffs a little, letting his dad pull away. “Fuckin’ amazing that you managed to reform anywhere, with how much you like causing chaos–” “Spite, Theo. It was spite. That and, of course, boredom. Both of which you should be familiar with, given you run on one of them.” Day lets out a loud laugh, eyes crinkling as he adds, “And the boredom feeds the spite! He gets bored so he decides to do something stupid, and then he gets caught or scolded, and then he gets mad–” “Fuck you both! What did I do?!” “Do you want a list? I can write one up, just give me a year or two–” “Double fuck you!”

Vio is just happy to see that the usual tactic of redirecting Day towards gently bullying his eldest worked yet again. He does, however, say softly enough that neither of the other two can hear over their bickering, “If you send my friend into a breakdown it won’t end well. We were told to answer, not that we had to be honest or explain ourselves. Play bitch games, get bitch prizes. Just keep that in mind.”