25 year old Andrew to his younger self: we’re in love with a man, we have cats together, you have a twin brother, we go to therapy weekly but we made it. We are alive.
14 year old Andrew, who thought he wouldn’t make it to 18, was in denial about his sexuality, hated every therapist he’d ever met, and had no idea aaron existed yet: what.
6 year old Andrew: we’re in love? We have a brother?! 🥺
25 year old Neil to his younger self: you play exy professionally now, and you’re no longer on the run, you have a partner named Andrew. You love him with everything you have. You’re safe.
14 year old Neil, tired, who very much thought he’d be dead by now: we’re not running? It’s over?
It's such a little thing but now that I am full acclimatized to the horrible VIZ translations, I do love the way Ogata talks in it. He's so informal, blunt and rude, but there's a very clear sort of dialect he's speaking with.
To me it sounds a lot like how the more rural folk would speak in my region. There is an Ibaraki-ben which is compared a lot to the Tohoku-ben, meaning it's considered a bumpkins accent. I didn't think much of Ogata having an accent until I started grabbing all these manga panels and now I can't unsee it.
I didn't put in the lyrics because I forgor them and plus they don't really matter. I tried my best to resemble a kirby game by little details and stuff.
sleep deprived dust can't recognize what's dream and what's real when he goes in and out of consciousness so i think dust is allowed to be incredibly reckless when he's awake but thinks he's in a dream. he will kill whoever passes by him (or attempt to. for him it's an instict to shoot bones anyways.) he will drink 4 bottles of alcohol just because he thinks its just a lucid dream. have incredibly loud conversations with phantom paps because he's asleep so nobody will hear him talk. or just have loud ass breakdowns because again he thinks he's asleep!!! nobody's gonna know what he gets up to in his dreams. and until someone (probably phantom paps) tells him that he's not asleep and this is reality he won't realize until he's done something really reckless
horror is seconds away from exploding dust's skull open with his magic while dust is trying to strangle him and FINALLY phantom paps tells him he's awake and dust snaps out of it. killer is walking around the house with bones sticking out of him like pins on a sewing pattern (casually too. another day in the life for him) and he just asks dust what that was about. dust just gets off of horror and shrugs his shoulders with an idk. and then walks away. this is the 6th time its happened this month
need to make my own butch4butch toxic yaoi or whatever. technically my muses muse could fall into this but lilah's not butch and also their relationship isn't really toxic enough...
Have any of you guys ever been doodling when suddenly you’re hit by the angstiest idea ever and so you start workshopping that idea into an au as an alternate timeline to see if it would fit with the au only to create an absolutely heartbreaking and depression inducing scenario, only for your brain to decide that’s not enough and end up creating that same scenario in your two other main aus so that you end up with three deeply traumatized versions of the same character?
Anyone?
No?
That’s fair
I call them the heartbroken trio.
We have a post-Everything Goes To Shit arc Scythe, around January ‘24 Bloody, and a post-Second Takeover Harvest. You may notice I called them by their actual names and not by their usual [insert trait here]!BM names, and that’s on purpose.
See, due to various circumstances in each of their respective timelines, their twins died.
They’ve all taken it very harshly, but express it in different ways, Scythe is more reserved yet more ruthless in her anger, Bloody has become extremely disconnected from everything, and Harvest is an anxious wreck. All their reactions are directly correlated to their twins’ death and how they perceived it.
Anyways, yeah.
New au//timeline thing. Yay?
Oh, and for your troubles
The guy who in his canon lost his twin being extremely conflicted about the newcomers. Cuz in one hand they are versions of versions of himself that he knows that he can relate even more to! But on the other hand they are versions of versions of himself that he knows that he can relate even more to.
Drayton looked down and sighed before clasping their joined hands together. “I…am really bad at talking about my feelings. I avoid them a lot, actually.” His gaze remained on their hands, and Carmine joined him in his viewing as he began to rub hers once more. “But…you make me happy. It doesn’t really matter what you say, or what you do. I’m just happy to be around you. No matter where we are or what we’re doing.”
Carmine’s heart skipped a beat as her stomach began to flutter with a new feeling. She almost wanted to pinch herself to make sure she was hearing him right - that this wasn’t a dream. It would even make more sense for him to burst out laughing, telling her that she had fallen for his elaborate prank. But he only leaned closer, gradually closing some of the distance between them.
She tilted her head to meet his face. “Are you…sure about that?” Her voice quietly trailed.
“Yeah…and I want to get to know more of you now, too…you’re not allowed to have a competitive advantage.”
Carmine kept her gaze on Drayton’s calmed, golden eyes that flickered as he came closer. “Well you owe me more information first.” She retorted. She mindlessly began to trace around Drayton’s hands - just as he did with her own - as the bridge of his nose was centimeters away from her face.
“I know some things,” Drayton admitted. “You like cutesy things, like shopping and exploring the city. You’re inherently…romantic at heart,” he breathed. “You’re driven, and naturally funny, and compassionate…and you’re so innocent and pure underneath everything. How could someone not…?”
Carmine froze in place as she closed her eyes. There was a stillness that the heat of the moment provided - one she half-consciously was too submerged in to fully grasp. It was slow, tender, and heedful as Drayton’s warmed forehead and nose bridge grazed on her. She felt the heat of his breath sync in motion with her own, and her lips parted in a reflexive anticipation.
“HEY DRAYTON?”
Carmine shuddered as she and Drayton broke away simultaneously, snapping her head to the loud knocks that followed on his door. To her horror, it was a voice she had recognized.
It was Kieran.
And WAIT. What was she even doing?!
Find out what happens next in the upcoming chapter of Bet You'll Fall in Love with Me, a shamelessly playful "will they, won't they" flirt/tsundere mintteashipping fic...
So I was hoping to release something this past weekend but an unexpected event occurred in my personal life. I'll be okay, but I'm gonna be more in a fluff-oriented writing mode this week because it's better for my headspace given what's happened. I'll be writing intermittently throughout the week and hope to get something out by this weekend.
The good news? The fuel for BYFILWM is here. 😎✌️So thank you to those who have been waiting. I know it's been a minute!
That being said, get prepared. This chapter will be...fun. 😈