#Hence this

[hoodiemanic]

The power of the calm-calm fruit

[vinylfoxbooks]

August 27 - Magazine  | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 540 Not super Jegulus centered but...

James picked up knitting and crocheting because it's something relatively mindless that occupies their hands. They don't do it at school or outside of the dorms (though it would help them get through their classes) aside from the occasional quidditch game they attend (though they usually get more distracted by the plays) because there's the whole thing where 'masculine people shouldn't do girly things like crocheting' and 'if you knit, you must be an old woman' and they don't want to have that spread around.

That being said, ever since they took up crochet and knitting, their childhood friend Remus has been the subject of many of their projects. Yes, they make things for themself -- especially in later years when they start experimenting with mesh shirts and layered clothing -- but the main person they make for is Remus.

James makes all of Remus's sweaters. They memorised a bunch of patterns that they know he likes, and they work with him to figure out colours that Remus wants. It's to the point where all of the sweaters and sweater vests in Remus' trunk were made by James, with the exception of one or two that friends have bought him, and Remus loves their sweaters. They're comfortable, made of a soft yarn, fit him just right no matter what, and they're more Remus than any store bought ones he can find (not to mention free, good quality sweaters aren't cheap and James lives making them for him).

Needless to say, whenever someone makes fun of Remus' sweaters or him for wearing them, he's always going to James to comfort them because they take any insults to their creations as an insult to them. There have been times when Remus has had to physically force James' hook or needles into their hands for them to pick up the hobby that they love so much again.

James' friends have just come to accept it, cone to understand that James is still paying attention to them even when it seems like they're focused on whatever project they're working on -- Remus and Regulus, after they started dating, will carry around balls of yarn, scissors, and a set of James' favourite sizes of hooks and needles in case they need a breather and they don't have their current WIP.

They make their friends things too, usually fun tank tops and amigurumis for the girls (skirts and dresses after Lily finds an old woman's pattern magazine for them), hair accessories for Sirius, random things that Pete, Barty, and Evan ask for. For Regulus, they've made him a sweater once but decided that they only want to make those for Remus, they'll make crochet flowers and blankets for him (because he's always cold) and Regulus loves it.

It just becomes a fact that James does fiber art, they love making things, and they now have a large audience for them to make for (which was always a struggle, they make things much faster than Remus could need them).

They later find out that Remus still has some of the first things that they made: ill-fitted, wonky things with weird tension that are falling apart both due to use and an inexperienced creator. That fact alone makes their heart swell.

[kinnbig]

Nanon Korapat and Fluke Pusit in My Precious (2023)

[czerwonykasztelanic]

En route to Charleroi

[papaya-art-doodads]

I heard it was their birthday yesterday and I mi s se d it arrrgh

[journey-to-the-attic]

i meant to post this yesterday and just completely forgot - here's the full version of the cover i made for the wattpad port, by the way!! (i know cross-post is the technically correct term but port is just a fun word to say/type. i don't need to explain myself here)

[amethyst-halo]

a lil thing i have in my head during probably late asc in my rewrite; they're watching alder play with his kits

[act-iv]

An old comic for this duo that I never got the motivation to finish, but maybe you'll enjoy this the WIP

[driftwooddestiel]

Night Or Day — Franz Ferdinand (2024) // It’s Everyday Bro — Jake Paul feat. Team 10 (2017)

i’m sorry

[mokulule]

This is a Drabbit, it’s a good little friend (and an old design of mine, as in I’ve sketched the little guy every now and then for 15+ years). Don’t think I ever shared it online before.

[thecyancat]

look, i'll be honest, this is a pun, but

ace seraphina

because she's the ace

[captain-ghost]

Hi I miss John it's been less than a month

[tact-and-impulse]

Narumayo Week 2024 Day 6

This one's for the haters lol. @narumayoweek2024, enjoy! Second part is forthcoming.

Prompt: AU

If Mia hadn’t left her lunch on the kitchen counter, they probably wouldn’t have met that day.

Maya unfortunately noticed the mishap, long after her sister joined the morning traffic jam. So, she slung the tote’s long strap over her shoulder and set out on her bike. She made surprisingly good time, taking the free spot on the bike rack under the building’s sign.

Armando, Fey, and Wright Law Offices.

She’d visited once, to surprise Mia and her boyfriend Diego with takeout, for their hard work overtime because the other lawyer was out sick. She hoped Mia would be delighted, and in excitement, she hurtled past the elevator doors. Right into someone else.

Hands clasped her shoulders, and a deep voice sent vibrations right to the middle of her chest. “Whoa, there. You okay?”

She looked up, heat climbing up her face. Broad shoulders, a sharp jawline, kind eyes meeting hers. Her fingers were pressed against a waistcoat, the edges of darker blue lapels. She gasped. “Y-yes. Sorry! Um, hi.”

He smiled, and her stomach flipped. “Hi. Where are you headed to in such a rush?”

“I’m looking for Mia Fey’s desk. Are you an attorney too?” The sunflower badge hadn’t escaped her attention.

“I am. Do you have a case for Ms. Fey? She’s fantastic to work with.”

Handsome, nice, and complimentary of her sister? Maya was absolutely gone. “Actually-”

“Maya?” The other elevator opened, and her sister strode out, heels clicking on the linoleum. Her surprised expression flitted from Maya to the stranger, and in an instant, they both remembered to let go of each other. “I see you’ve met Wright. Er, Mr. Wright.”

He flinched, rubbing the back of his neck. His left hand was completely bare. “Just call me Phoenix. Otherwise, it makes me sound like an old man.”

“Well, you’re four years older than me.” Mia countered, while Maya tried not to blush. Oh, so he was fourteen years older than Maya. She suspected he was older; still, it didn’t diminish her impression of him. “Wright, this is my sister, Maya. And oh, my goodness. It must have slipped my mind. Thank you for bringing my lunch bag, but you didn’t have to come all this way.”

“I wanted to!” And she was incredibly happy she did, she thought, sneaking a glance at Phoenix.

“This is the second time you’re here to bring food, we should pay you back somehow.”

“Second?” Phoenix pointed out.

“The first was when you were out sick.”

“Shame I keep missing out then.”

“I can make you something!” Maya blurted.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to imply.” He hastily said.

“I’m not doing much other than spiritual training. Any special requests?”

The aroma of black coffee accompanied the interruption. “This guy? He’ll swallow anything.” Maya turned to see Diego, who grinned at her and then greeted Mia with a kiss on the cheek.

Phoenix rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that was a long time ago. Anyway, I’m not picky. And I’ll have a surprise in return, Maya.” And if saying her name wasn’t enough, he had to wink.

That scene replayed over and over, as she raced back to the apartment. Her whole body was on fire, courtesy of Phoenix Wright. She had to give this her best shot.

Little did she know, she’d meet him again in far more precarious circumstances.

***

Maya pressed her hand against the glass, watching as Mia’s lifted to do the same. It felt cold, no trace of her sister’s warmth. “Sis…”

“It’ll be okay, Maya.” The brave smile wavered. “I’m no stranger to court, after all.”

“But you’re the defendant! And I know you’re not guilty.” She refused to believe it. Her strong and benevolent big sister, murdering Mr. Grossberg? Never. Even if Mia was the last person to visit him, that couldn’t be the full story.

Mia took a breath. “Thank you, Maya. How’s Diego?”

“Really upset. He broke three cups, when he got the letter that he can’t defend you.”

“Conflict of interest, because Grossberg knew we were dating. So, that’s why I’m asking you, Wright.” She turned to the chair next to Maya’s.

He looked very grave. “Of course, I’ll represent you. I’m investigating as soon as I leave here.”

Maya then asked. “Can I come with you?”

Phoenix hesitated, but Mia nodded. “I think that’s a good idea. I believe in both of you.”

With that, Phoenix caved, and he held the door open for Maya as they walked out. “Let’s start at Grossberg’s office.”

They followed the trail to a statue of the Thinker, which Phoenix sighed at, and a wiretap to the Gatewater Hotel. In the cold lobby, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her. Maya had to close her mouth, and she felt irrationally jealous of the secretary obviously flirting with him. She wasn’t sure if she was that helpful, but Phoenix insisted she was.

“You have a good eye for things out of place, and you’re certainly faster than I am. I could use some of your energy.” He snapped his wooden chopsticks, stirring his bowl.

She thought of a few ways to transfer that energy to him, but instead, she casually said. “Miso ramen is the biggest energy boost. And I could have paid for my share.”

“Nope, I can’t let you, when I have my name up on a sign.” He dryly said and she laughed. His smile deepened. “Diego would probably throw his coffee at me, not to mention Mia’s wrath.”

“Mia doesn’t get angry that often, even if I deserved it. I definitely gave her trouble.” Now that she was twenty-one, she cringed at her early years.

“Oh, really? You could have fooled me.”

“Once, I broke a precious family heirloom and she took the blame.”

Their conversation turned to small talk, about the village where she and Mia came from, and how he studied art before a late switch to law. Almost like a date. Her heart fluttered at the thought. Interacting more only served to deepen her fondness of him. He was funny and sarcastic, but mature and patient too. He was older, but he didn’t lord it over her. He treated her like an equal, like a partner. She liked that about him.

And then, the court date arrived. Maya had never seen a trial before, and despite the nerves and stress, she soon understood why Mia loved her job. The evidence was brought out, analyzed with the witness testimony, and contradictions were found. It was also exciting to watch Phoenix at work, as he slammed his hands on the desk and confidently proclaimed objections. It was like he was dueling the prosecutor, whose initial composure was cracking. She studied Phoenix’s frown, his tilted smirk, his thoughtful look as he cupped his chin. In the crowd of spectators, she caught Diego’s raised eyebrow and attempted to curb her frequent stares.

After hours of proceedings, the man from Bluecorp finally confessed. Grossberg could no longer withstand the years of shame and planned to incriminate the CEO for blackmailing him; it was a fatal mistake to reveal it, but justice would be delivered. The judge’s gavel swung and Mia Fey was declared not guilty.

Confetti rained down, and Maya cried out, her voice breaking. “We did it!”

Phoenix echoed her. “We did it!” He hugged her, lifting her off the ground. And as he set her on her feet, his eyes crinkling in joy, she knew.

She was in love.

[spaceseawitch-art]

Briefly a runway model, and I bet he took advantage of it

[just-avocado]

[Accompanied story below <3]

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“Bobbyyyy!” “I love you Bobby!!”

The boy grinned as wide as he could as he waved to his mami, his papi, and all the other players who had travelled so far to see him.

They all waved back, everyone one of them was smiling, holding up their smiles for one minute longer if it meant the little boy could rest with peace of mind.

There were so many things left unsaid, too little time, too many emotions at the brink of overflowing. Bobby could see it in their eyes and he knew they could see it in his. But this wasn’t about that, he needed to stay strong, he couldn’t let them leave knowing he was afraid.

The boy swallowed those feelings down until the gentle hiss of the closing wall hit his ears. The last thing he heard was his mothers strained “I love you”, her voice laced with tears she couldn’t let him see.

“I love you too!” He’d tried to sign, but by then it was too late. The loving faces of his family had been replaced by the same cold, white quartz that now surrounded him. He’d known this was how it would end. Ten minutes, that’s what Cucurucho had said so that’s what Bobby had prepared himself for.

It had been easy to distract himself from the reality of it all when Jaiden and Roier were there to hold him. But now that they were gone, there was nothing else on his mind. 

The little boys lip trembled as he begged with all his might that the wall would reopen. His mami and papi would run in to hold him, to bring him home, as tío Bad and tío Cellbit tore Cucurucho to shreds. Bobby would have the final blow and everyone would cheer.

The Federation would never dare come near him or any of the other eggs again. He’d see Richarlyson again. He’d watch the sunset. He’d paint one more picture and then a hundred more after that, in his own home, not within the claustrophobic walls of this cage.

His mami could finish her story about the egg with overalls that took over the world. His papi could take him on another adventure only this time Bobby would always listen when he said to be more careful. He swore he’d listen.

Bobby felt a small sob escape his lips.

He should have listened.

If he’d listened he could be doing all those things and more.

But he didn’t. He was alone and he was dead.

The little boy could only wrap his arms and tiny wings around himself, desperate for any comforting touch he could get. He was dead. Deaddeaddeaddeaddead. Bobby forced his eyes shut, trying to stop the panicked tears flowing from his eyes. 

Was this it?

Was he just going to be here? Forever? Locked away in this place his family could never find him? Was he really never going to see any of them again? He could feel a deep pit in his stomach open at the thought.

With trembling arms, Bobby moved to wipe the salty tears from his face.

The sensation brought him back to the week before. Or was it less than that? Him and Richas had been playing tag around the Favela. Tío Pac and tío Mike had been taking care of his friend that day, and compared to his paranoid tío Cellbit and Forever, they were trusting enough to let the two boys out of their immediate sight.

And in a very, VERY rare moment of weakness Bobby had missed a step on a small set of stairs while running and received an extra painful shortcut to the bottom.

Now Bobby was no cry-baby, in fact he’d never cried in his life. But the spike of fear as he fell and the painful rocks digging into his skin were really pushing it. And Richas, because he was dumb and slow (and also it), took forever to get down to him. However, once he did, he didn’t make fun of him. Instead, he quietly took his oversized sleeves and used them to clean the dirt from his friend’s face. If there was a bit of tears smeared there too, neither of them commented on it.

At the time Bobby had just shrugged him off, insisting that he was fine and didn’t need his help. Now, there was nothing Bobby wouldn’t give to have him there.

But he wasn’t there, Bobby was alone.

Richas was alive, in fact he probably didn’t even know that his best friend was dead.

The boy had sworn next time Bobby visited he would demand a rematch, as if he could ever actually beat him at tag. If Bobby had just listened, maybe they would have gotten that chance.

“No, no, estoy cansado, hijo.”

“Es demasiado peligroso, dejémoslo para otro día.”

Bobby couldn’t get mad at his papi, he was the one who had run in after all.

“BOBBY, BOBBY, VE A LA PUERTA”

“BOBBY DÉJAME, CORRE"

If he’d just listened…

“BOBBY!”

The anguished screams of his father still rang in the boys ears. His breathing only quickening as he relived those final moments. The axe of the Vindicator breaking through his armor and lodging itself deep into his chest. The pain like an explosion, deafening all other sensations. The arms of his papi as he desperately tried to carry them both away, only to be overpowered himself moments later. 

All at once the two realized what was happening. They were both down, bleeding out into the deep wooden floor of the mansion. A mansion thousands of blocks from any homes. No one would be able to save them. No one would even know what’s happening until their death messages pinged on every com.

As Bobby failed to blink the blurring from his vision he felt his papi use the last of his strength to pull him close. If the younger’s head was a little clearer he would have apologized. If every movement wasn’t a fresh shot of fire into his veins he would have hugged his papi back. But as the pain evolved from boiling to ice cold and his vision turned black, his only fleeting thought was the hope this was all a nightmare and he’d wake up safe at home.

This unnatural, horrible, evil place was the exact opposite of home. No matter how much he wished for the familiar walls of his room or the countless paintings in his apá’s attic the walls remained the same. He’d never feel the comfort of his home again, would he?

That last thought was all it took for the poor boy to finally break.

Bobby’s legs gave way beneath him as he crumbled to the ground, finally letting all those ugly feelings out. The fear, the regret, the sadness, the anger, the pain. He felt his heart unravel and fall apart as his whole body shook with anguished sobs.

Even when Bobby was still alone, before he’d known the love of family, of friends. Back when he still wondered if the great dragon that had brought him into this world would ever wake up. He still hadn’t felt this helpless.

To think that was only two months ago.

It hurt, so so much. It was amazing to the boy how the pain he felt now was somehow so much greater than the day before. That this burning in his heart was somehow more scaring than the iron blade of a monster.

Bobby wondered if this was how they felt too. The children that had died before him.

Trump had been forgotten, present enough for adults to notice him, but not enough for them to realize he’d been all but abandoned.

Tilín, the closest thing to a sibling he’d had, neglected by their father and accidentally killed by their tío Charlie.

And Juanaflippa, there to witness her friends death, her papa’s exile, brought back from hell due to the pure determination of her parents, only to be dragged back a day later by the stray blade of her own mother.

A small part of Bobby realizes that compared to them, that despite his situation, he is lucky. Lucky to have had loving parents who never let him go hungry. Lucky to have the chance to make so many new friends. Lucky that so many cared enough to brave thousands of blocks of uncharted land just for the chance of his revival. Lucky that despite his carelessness and his pride the Federation granted him ten minutes alone with his mami and papi before he had to leave for good. Bobby hated the Federation with everything he had but…

Thinking back to the day of their funerals, filled with broken sobs and burning grief. The final goodbyes, final words, final embraces, final promises. If nothing else Bobby would hold onto the saddened laughs and smiles of his ever growing family as he ensured their last memory of him would be full of as much light as he could possibly share.

As Bobby failed to wipe away his tears he could almost imagine Tilín there with him, almost feel their hand on his. A constant missing piece ever since that day. He’d hated Charlie for so long after he’d seen him hunched over the body of his sibling, desperately trying to find any remaining life, something to save.

The hand moved slightly, running a comforting thumb over his knuckles.

The boy blinked his eyes back open in shock. Two large, maroon eyes blinked back. Bobby could feel his breath get trapped somewhere in his throat as as Tilín slowly moved his hands from his face to wipe away his tears.

They looked exactly the same as he last remembered. Shoulder length black hair tied into a tiny ponytail with a vibrant red ribbon. Eyes wide with kindness yet with a subtle mischief underneath. An oversized, dark blue jacket like the one their father wears. Small, golden yellow wings sprouting from their back. Bobby never thought he’d see them again.

Bobby was no stranger to the island’s tricks but as Tilín carefully helped the boy back to his feet he had no doubt in his mind that this was the same Tilín he’d known and loved and grieved. Somehow, left to rot in this horrible pristine room, Tilín had found him and he wasn’t alone.

With shakey hands Bobby signs the only thing he can. “You came for me?”

Tilín let out a huff of disbelief as if not being there was never even a possibility. “Of course I came for you, dummy.” They signed, with an exasperated smile. “We all did.”

“We?”

Tilín nodded happily as they spun to the side to reveal Trump and Juanaflippa a small distance away.

Upon seeing him the two enthusiastically waved their way. Bobby lifted his hand to give a small wave back before needing to wipe away at one last tear as his heart battled between disbelief and relief like no other.

“Are you ready?” Tilín signed, taking a step forward.

Ready? Oh…

“Is…” he paused, “Is it scary..?”

Tilín’s smile turned sad for a moment as they turned back to their brother. “Un poco si… pero that’s why we’re here, so you don’t need to feel afraid!”

Bobby didn’t know what to say, his breath hitched with emotion as his heart caught up to his brain. Bobby squeezed his sibling’s hand as his thoughts repeated like an echo. This is real. Tilín is real.

Tilín gave him a small smile, as if reading his thoughts.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna leave yet,” their hands motioned, “But I promise it’s much better than this stuffy place.”

“You bet!” Juanaflippa happily added, stepping up behind Tilín alongside Trump, “Don’t worry Bobby, the first step is the worst part, after that it’s a piece of cake!” Her smile was so genuine and encouraging, Bobby had almost forgotten it.

The boy turned to Trump, it was a weird feeling, seeing him so close again. Bobby frowned, thinking about how little he actually knew about his lost brother.

Trump sighed before signing, “That’s one way to put it but what Tilín said is true, it’s easier when you have a friend.”

The trio looked at each other.

“Or three,” he finished with a chuckle.

Bobby remembered a story Tallulah had shared (one from her abuelito apparently). He remembered it for it’s ending where the hero had died protecting her friends. Bobby had argued that the story couldn’t end that way but Tallulah just giggled and weirdly agreed. She flipped the page of her notepad and explained that her death hadn’t been the end of the tale.

It was the start of a new chapter.

One filled with those she had been missing during her life.

Maybe that’s what this was, Bobby thought. Not an end, but a beginning. One filled with a family he never got to properly know.

He’d miss everyone on the island. Bobby would remember the joyous laugh of his apá and the caring smile of his mami everyday. He would treasure his time with them all and hope they did the same in return.

Bobby looked up, gazing into the eyes of his siblings with a new spark in his heart. Because no matter what was thrown at him, Bobby always got back up.

As he signed his hands were still a bit shakey, only this time with a newfound, anxious determination. 

“Well what are we waiting for?”

The three lit up, Juanaflippa playfully elbowing Trump as she got a running start towards the faded white behind them, the walls of the room from before nowhere to be found.

“You saw him Trump! Race ya!”

Trump splurted out a laugh before quickly outrunning his sister.

Bobby’s grinned widened as Tilín began pulling him along, not to be outdone by their siblings. Giggles escaped their lips as they caught up pace.

As Bobby ran he thought of the many adventures ahead, ready to make every new moment count. 

And when he saw his mami and papi again he’d tell them every second of it. One day.

But for now until forever he’d enjoy every second he had with the family before him, together again.

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Thank you for reading :DDD

I wrote like 90% of this the night Bobby’s death was confirmed and then lost motivation for two months before finishing it lmao

Aaand I tried my best but before Bobby died I had never actually seen a Roier or Jaiden stream (now I watch them pretty often) so if there’s any inconsistencies such as how they refer to each other just ignore them for my sake XD

[jamiesfootball]

After staring anxiously at my ao3 inbox because I’ve been so bad at answering comments and I wanted to respond to comments but the number of un-replied to comments seemed so high (for me)

After all of that, I just realized that the entire reason the number was so high was because of other authors responding to comments I’d left them