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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 5 months ago

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Stardust and Tearduct AU is officially in the works!

Plot: When Dib was a toddler and Gaz was an infant, Prof. Membrane takes them to a meteor shower and finds a crashed ship. Inside the ship is Miyuki with unconscious Red and Purple and seemingly dead Smeet Zim. He helps her out, brings Zim back to life via electricity, removes both her and Red's and Purple's PAKs to give them a fresh start. Miyuki and Membrane get married to protect them both sides, and they raise Red (now called Flynn but also Red by his friends and family) and Purple (now called Mauve) and Zim as human children with no memories of before the crash after removing their PAKs. Miyuki disappears after 5 years (Dib and Zim: 7, Gaz: 5, Flynn and Mauve: 9 years old) of this special life and Prof. Membrane tells everyone she's in some hospital to try and help her mentally and physically but in truth he has no idea where she is.

I've been working on it for a while, made a playlist, a few boards of character aesthetics!

Playlists:

Mystery Kids will be tied in this in many ways! I've always loved that little crossover fandom

Fandoms added in the crossover:

Invader Zim

Gravity Falls

Danny Phantom

Coraline

Paranorman

Over The Garden Wall

The Powerpuff Girls

W.I.T.C.H.

Totally Spies

Star VS The Forces Of Evil

Camp Camp

The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

I even made a map layout for the AU of the gang for when the summer ends and they go back to their lives!

Magenta Red - The City also named "Whiteham" - Invader Zim

Black/Dark Brown - Townsville from The PowerPuff Girls

Dark Blue - Gravity Falls - Gravity Falls

Light Green - Amity Park - Danny Phantom

Light Blue - Wirt's and Greg's Hometown also named "Carnwood" - Over The Garden Wall

Dark Green - Blithe Hollow - Paranorman

Black - Ashland, Oregon - Coraline

Pinky Purple - Los Angeles - Star vs the Forces of Evil

Light Pink-Purple - Heatherfield - W.I.T.C.H.

Purple - Beverly Hills - Totally Spies

Red - Sleepy Peak - Camp Camp

Connections:

Zim and Norman are online friends who never physically met due to Zim's insecurities about his "skin condition", live at the Membrane house and just started summer vacation nearing his sophomore year with Dib while Flynn (Red) and Mauve (Purple) will be Senior's by the end of the summer

Mauve is a influencer in his free time and online B.F.Fs with a girl named Clover Grace who seems to be living the life he wants, beautiful, popular, and travels the world

Coraline and Norman are cousins and decided to do a joint family vacation where both Coraline and Norman brough one friend to come visit, Norman's family comes in later though since it was easier for the Jones to arrive to Gravity Falls than the Babcocks

Danny is on a special summer trip to Gravity Falls with his class for their junior to senior year and his family decided to come with

Greg doesn't remember much about the Garden Wall but Wirt remembers it very clearly and is part of a paranormal forum to hopefully find someone who can answer all the unanswered questions while dealing with the trauma of it all. They visit Gravity Falls a bit later but is one of Dib's favorite online friends from the forums.

Powerpuff Girls is only mentioned as of right now in the drafts but will be more focused later on when the gang try to figure out what Chemical X is

SVTFOE is added and technically takes place sometime after season 2-3 but me and my friend kind of didn't like the final two seasons and did a serious rewrite with some details still there but we fixed a lot of the romances so be ready lol But they come in later as they leave Gravity Falls

W.I.T.C.H. happens about a year after the end of season two and are mostly online faces and names kind of like Clover but like the Totally Spies we will see them later and I even have a lil script ready for reactions of them using their powers!

This AU will be pretty serious and angsty since I'm pretty sure a majority of the cast will be very traumatized within their canon stories, but it'll also cover the feeling of identity and discovery with Zim, Flynn, and Mauve, varies forms of grief and depression, suicide attempts and mentions of suicide, and one scene that legit made me cry between Zim and Norman as they both talk about their childhoods, Coraline having sever Claustrophobia, etc.

Membrane will be a great dad in this AU as he should be, most positive about paranormal but plays the acts of a nonbeliever around his family since he swore to Miyuki to not tell them their origins without her present, which is harder when they seem to catch on and no one knows where she is.

I'm still debating dating but I will say the main "canon" within this AU will be building up Coraline and Wybie and Star, Marco, and Tom's whole romance thing is still canon with Star and Tom being exs and some feels happening. The W.I.T.C.H. girls have their relationships from season two but will be altered or changed since some are not that fleshed out and in the comics they kind of ruined some. In this AU Sam and Danny dated but didn't last much but they could get back together. I have seen SO MANY SHIPS related to crossovers, especially Mystery Kids, and honestly there's a lot of fair arguments of a lot of them! I've seen Dibper, Parapines, Pinescones, Gazble, Pasiciper (or whatever Dipper and Pasifica ship is called), etc. etc. If yall have possible ideas that aren't proshipping, I'd like to hear! Crack-shipping is also welcome as long as you give me some points of why!!

We have a nice little roster of villains since this is a AU which means other universes with other stories, characters, and villains! Including one of my favorite mini fandoms like Mystery Kids called "The Bad End Friends", a AU world of crossovers of the main characters who becomes villains/the villains won their universes. We'll have Invader Zib, Bipper, Beast Wirt, Ghost Coraline, canon Invader Zim, Dark Danny, and so much more!

Again, this AU is still being build/made as I'm going through. Scripts of certain scenes are already written and I'm even currently drawing out other minor villains of the series like bullies or even bad exs, thoughts and ideas are welcomed!

Profiles:

Mostly the Membrane family for now

Thanks @radioactivesoda-gw2 who have this template I used with me adding Gender and birthday cause ye!

Zim:

Full Name: Zimothy Membrane

Pronunciation: Zim-On-Tee

Nickname(s): Zim (everyone), Green-Bean (Mauve), Shortcake (Flynn), Weirdo (Herk Brown)

Preferred Name: Zim

Age: 15

Birthday: August 20th

Sexuality: Biromantic - Demisexual 🩷💜💙 - 🖤🤍💜🩶

Gender: Genderqueer 💜🤍💚

Pronouns: he/they

Height: 5'' ft at most

Weight/Build: Thin and petite

Scars/Birthmarks/Distinguishing Markings: A marking on his spin's center, green skin, his ruby eyes when he doesn't have his contacts, his antennas under his hair, freckles on his nose and cheeks

🗣️ Personality & Morals ⚖️

Are they...(bold which term applies to the character):

introvert / extrovert / ambivert risk-taker / cautious organized / disorganized close-minded / open-minded calm / anxious / restless disagreeable / agreeable / in-between patient / impatient outspoken / reserved leader / follower / flexible empathetic / un-empathetic optimistic / pessimistic / realistic traditional / modern / in-between hard-working / lazy

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Chaotic-Good

Guilty Pleasure(s): He's a bit of a prankster and petty as Hell

👍 Strengths & Weaknesses 👎

Strengths/Skills (Mental/Physical): A pretty fast runner and jump higher than most, put him in a room with less gravity he'll be very fast like Spider-Man, flexible due to years in dance and genes

Weaknesses (Mental/Physical): Anger Issues when it comes to his family or friends, can get physical if pushed hard enough

Biggest Advantage: His jumping ability

Biggest Vulnerability: His emotional stability

Mental Ailments: More emotional

Physical Ailments: Pretty normal

Addictions/Bad Habits: He has really bad self esteem that he bottles up cause he doesn't want to drag anyone down, one of the habits he has when his mind gets dark is either pulling on his antennas when he thinks or nibbling on his fingers and sometimes wrists

Phobias: Coulrophobia (fear of clowns) and phasmophobia (fear of ghosts)

🏠 Lifestyle 🏠

Birthplace: Irken Hatching Chamber 12

Current Residence: Whiteham, WA, USA

Education: Up to freshman-sophomore year currently

Religion: Agnostic

Philosophy/Outlook on Life: He's pretty open with how to view life, but he always puts a happy face when he feels it's crappy

Job: N/A

Hobbies: Dance, art, paranormal activities with Dib, science lab

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Relationships 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Status (Single/Dating…/Married to…): Single

Family: Professor Manuel Membrane (adopted father) Miyuki Nakamura ("mother") Flynn Membrane (brother) Mauve Membrane (sibling) Dib Membrane (brother) Gaz Membrane (sister)

Friends: His siblings Keef Smith Norman Babcock (online and has not yet met) Neil Downe Dipper Pines Mabel Pines Wirt McCaughin Gregory McCaughin Danny Fenton Sam Manson Star Butterfly Tom Lucitor (he up to Danny are much later) Max Wood (though they met much later alongside the rest of the Camp Camp cast) Neil "Space Kid" Armstrong JR. Harrison Vernon Nerris Arneson Preston Goodplay

Enemies: Herk Brown (bully) Juls Adams (bully)

Other notable relationships (If any): N/A

📚 Backstory 📚

Childhood: Was born as any other Irken, given a PAK imminently after being hatched and sent to do work, however The Almighty Tallests and the Control Brains noticed right away he's defective and Tallest Spork decides to kill him by having the Control Brains fry his PAK and forcibly removed. Miyuki escapes with the unconscious Zim, taking the Smeet Red and Purple, and escapes to the galaxy. They arrive on Earth and since then the three been raised by Miyuki and Professor Membrane on Earth

Adolescence: Developed his first crush on a male via a handsome shop owner

Young Adulthood: N/A

Adulthood: N/A

Present Day: Zim is a teen living in his family home slowly discovering something

Theme Song(s):

Flynn:

Full Name: Flynn Membrane

Pronunciation: Fl-IN

Nickname(s): Flynn (Mauve and Zim), Red (his family and closest friends), Beanstalk (classmates and coach)

Preferred Name: Flynn or Red

Age: 17

Birthday: March 30th

Sexuality: Demisexual 🖤🤍💜🩶

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Height: 6''ft

Weight/Build: Tall and lanky with some muscle mass of his arms and stomach

Scars/Birthmarks/Distinguishing Markings: Two bun like small marking on his spin's center, green skin, his red eyes when he doesn't have his contacts, his antennas under his wig, his red streak in his hair

🗣️ Personality & Morals ⚖️

Are they...(bold which term applies to the character):

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Chaotic Lawful

Guilty Pleasure(s): He spends way to much of his night scrolling through social media and gossiping, he also eats way more junk food than he lets on

👍 Strengths & Weaknesses 👎

Strengths/Skills (Mental/Physical): He's a natural leader, fast runner, and fast reflexes which all is helpful with his being a basketball player in school

Weaknesses (Mental/Physical): He has pretty bad depression and compare himself a lot to others

Biggest Advantage: His ability to pick things up easier

Biggest Vulnerability: Not being good enough and will get angry if you mention it

Mental Ailments: A little uneven, typical moody teenager who has a bit of a ego

Physical Ailments: Perfectly Even

Addictions/Bad Habits: Comparing himself to others a lot, picking up a new trend and dropping it just to keep up

Phobias: Atelophobia (fear of making mistakes/not being good enough)

🏠 Lifestyle 🏠

Birthplace: Irken Hatching Station 12

Current Residence: Whiteham, WA

Education: Started Senior Year

Religion: N/A

Philosophy/Outlook on Life: N/A

Job: A summer job at a mall sport store (recently quite after the boss talked shit about his brothers)

Hobbies: Basketball, cooking, writing, chess, playing piano

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Relationships 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Status (Single/Dating…/Married to…): Single

Family: Professor Manuel Membrane (adopted father) Miyuki Nakamura ("mother") Mauve Membrane (twin, thank this cute post by @l-ii-zzfor this idea!) Zim Membrane (brother) Dib Membrane (brother) Gaz Membrane (sister)

Friends: His family Mauve (best friend) Danny Fenton Coraline Jones Wendy Corduroy Wirt McCaughin His Basketball Teammates

Enemies: Literally anyone who's rude to his family regardless if they forgive the person later

Other notable relationships (If any): He has a ex girlfriend who attends one of the rival high school who broke up with him after he was "immature" in the relationship cause she didn't get he's demisexual

📚 Backstory 📚

Childhood: Was born as any other Irken, given a PAK imminently after being hatched and sent to do work, however The Almighty Miyuki took them after Zim was caught as a defective and escaped. They arrive on Earth and since then the three been raised by Miyuki and Professor Membrane on Earth with no memories of Irk. His actual childhood was very athletic and energetic and happy

Adolescence: He got really into basketball at 10 and joined a team after months of begging

Young Adulthood: N/A

Adulthood: N/A

Present Day: Currently he's a popular guy in his high school who's very close and protective of his siblings but feels something's... off about some dreams he has

Theme Song(s):

Mauve:

Full Name: Mauve Membrane

Pronunciation: MM-AH-v

Nickname(s): Ma, Ve-Ve, Purple, Pur (family and followers), Twink, Emo (haters)

Preferred Name: Mauve

Age: 17

Birthday: March 30th

Sexuality: Bisexual 🩷💜💙

Gender: Nonbinary 💛🤍💜🖤

Pronouns: They/Them

Height: 6''ft

Weight/Build: Tall and skinny with some baby fat on their body

Scars/Birthmarks/Distinguishing Markings: Two bun like small marking on their spin's center, green skin, their purple eyes when they doesn't have their contacts, their antennas under their hair

🗣️ Personality & Morals ⚖️

Are they...(bold which term applies to the character):

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Chaotic Neutral

Guilty Pleasure(s): They eats way too much junk food, addicted to social media

👍 Strengths & Weaknesses 👎

Strengths/Skills (Mental/Physical): They're pretty flexible thanks to years of dance and yoga, a good actor too who can easily get themself and others out of trouble

Weaknesses (Mental/Physical): They have ADHD and can get distracted with chores

Biggest Advantage: Pretty smart

Biggest Vulnerability: Pretty sensitive and emotional

Mental Ailments: More emotional than even

Physical Ailments: Pretty even, just wayward

Addictions/Bad Habits: Eat way too much junk food

Phobias: Arachnophobia (fear of spiders), and anthropophobia (fear of rejection)

🏠 Lifestyle 🏠

Birthplace: Irken Hatching Center 12

Current Residence: Whiteham, WA

Education: Currently Senior in Highschool

Religion: Doesn't think about religion

Philosophy/Outlook on Life: N/A

Job: N/A

Hobbies: Dance, guitar, yoga

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Relationships 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Status (Single/Dating…/Married to…): Recently Single

Family: Professor Manuel Membrane (adopted father) Miyuki Nakamura ("mother") Flynn Membrane (twin) Zim Membrane (brother) Dib Membrane (brother) Gaz Membrane (sister)

Friends: His family Flynn (best friend) The cheer team Coraline Jones Sam Manson Danny Fenton Clover Grace (online BFF who swap influencer tastes) Irma Lair (online bestie) Marco Diaz Star Butterfly

Enemies: Duchess Mountcore (influencer who always rivals with them)

Other notable relationships (If any): They had a serious relationship with a guy named Josh Thompson since 8th grade but by the summer leading their Junior Year since Josh decided to date Duchess. Mysteriously his house and Duchess' house got smeared to paint three days after the break-up the same day Zim and Flynn did the laundry for the week and when Flynn got a haircut

📚 Backstory 📚

Adolescence: Started dance at 11 and joined the high school cheer team

Young Adulthood: N/A

Adulthood: N/A

Present Day: Influencer and high school student who's main goal is to make a name for themself, even when new discovers happen

Theme Song(s):

Dib:

Full Name: Dibromide Mateo Membrane

Pronunciation: N/A

Nickname(s): Dib-Stink (Zim), Fluffy (Zim), Dibstick (Flynn and Mauve), Huge Head (literally Zim and everyone), Weirdo, Loser, Goth, Freak (classmates), Agent Mothman (the paranormal forum society)

Preferred Name: Dib

Birthday: February 14th (this is a headcanon me and my friend love cause that adds another flavor of sadness if the episode Tak shows up in if it was Dib's birthday and no one cared)

Age: 15

Sexuality: Pansexual 🩷💛💙

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Height: 5'7

Weight/Build: Pretty thin and lanky, long and tall, like a noodle explained Zim or a skeleton with a huge head as Zim also calls it

Scars/Birthmarks/Distinguishing Markings: His one hair spike that is a lot like his father's, his black trench coat

🗣️ Personality & Morals ⚖️

Are they...(bold which term applies to the character):

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Neutral Good

Guilty Pleasure(s): Reading way too much true crime or staying up looking up paranormal things instead of sleeping or studying, chewing his pens and pencils

👍 Strengths & Weaknesses 👎

Strengths/Skills (Mental/Physical): Very smart

Weaknesses (Mental/Physical): Has slight OCD and anxiety, has asthma which was bad when he was a kid but is better now

Biggest Advantage: His quick thinking and ways to build things

Biggest Vulnerability: When his anxiety gets the best of him, especially if he thinks he holds no value against others

Mental Ailments: A bit unhealthy

Physical Ailments: Unhealthy slightly but okay

Addictions/Bad Habits: Chewing his pens, forgetting to sleep or eat if he's too focus, being too protective or worrying

Phobias: Autophobia (fear of being alone/abandoned), atychiphobia (fear of failure), emetophobia (fear of vomiting or hearing someone vomit)

🏠 Lifestyle 🏠

Birthplace: Whiteham, WA

Current Residence: Whiteham, WA

Education: Sophomore in Highschool

Religion: N/A

Philosophy/Outlook on Life: Open for ideas of life and religion

Job: Worked in a bookstore for a summer previous, has a part-time summer job at the Mystery Shack

Hobbies: Writing, drawing, paranormal hunting/research

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Relationships 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Status (Single/Dating…/Married to…): Single

Family: Professor Manuel Membrane (father) Miyuki Nakamura ("mother") Flynn Membrane (brother) Mauve Membrane (sibling) Zim Membrane (brother) Gaz Membrane (sister)

Friends: His siblings Gretchen Dails Keef Smith Norman Babcock Neil Downe Dipper Pines Mabel Pines Wirt McCaughin Danny Fenton Sam Manson Tucker Foley Wybie Lovat Marco Diaz Max Wood Neil Davis

Enemies: The kids in his school cause they always pick on him and his family

Other notable relationships (If any): Had a mutual crush on Gretchen and even dating in middle school but both decided they weren't ready for romance

📚 Backstory 📚

Childhood: Was born in the Membrane family and raised rather happy, understanding the fact his three siblings are different than others. He grew closer to his brother Zim to the point they shared their bedroom for many years. He has always been into the paranormal after his mother introduced him to the idea of space and all it's wonders

Adolescence: He spends his time enjoying the paranormal and trying to have a normal life

Young Adulthood: N/A

Adulthood: N/A

Present Day: N/A

Theme Song(s):

Gaz:

Full Name: Gazlene Membrane

Pronunciation: N/A

Nickname(s): Gaz (eveyone), Princess, Pumpkin, Kitten (Prof. Membrane)

Preferred Name: Gaz

Birthday: June 21st

Age: 14

Sexuality: AroAce 🧡💛🤍💙💜

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Height: 5''

Weight/Build: Short and chubby, cute and cuddly as Zim calls her

Scars/Birthmarks/Distinguishing Markings: She has three moles on her face, one near the left side of her scalp, one under her right eye, and one on the left side of her chin

🗣️ Personality & Morals ⚖️

Are they...(bold which term applies to the character):

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Chaotic Good

Guilty Pleasure(s): Gaming, drawing

👍 Strengths & Weaknesses 👎

Strengths/Skills (Mental/Physical): Very smart

Weaknesses (Mental/Physical): Has autism and depression

Biggest Advantage: Her quick thinking and knowledge of gaming and positions in fighting

Biggest Vulnerability: Her first instinct is verbal meanness and she's very stubborn

Mental Ailments: N/A

Physical Ailments: N/A

Addictions/Bad Habits: Gaming, junk food

Phobias: Acrophobia (fear of heights)

🏠 Lifestyle 🏠

Birthplace: Whiteham, WA

Current Residence: Whiteham, WA

Education: Freshman in Highschool

Religion: N/A

Philosophy/Outlook on Life: Open for ideas of life and religion

Job: Worked in a bookstore for a summer previous, has a part-time summer job at the Mystery Shack

Hobbies: Writing, drawing, paranormal hunting/research

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Relationships 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Status (Single/Dating…/Married to…): Single

Family: Professor Manuel Membrane (adopted father) Miyuki Nakamura ("mother") Flynn Membrane (brother) Mauve Membrane (sibling) Zim Membrane (brother) Dib Membrane (brother)

Friends: Her siblings Norman Babcock Neil Downe Mabel Pines Wirt McCaughin Sam Manson Coraline Jones Wybie Lovat Gideon Gleeful Nikki Hart Ered Miller

Enemies: Literally anyone who messes with her family

Other notable relationships (If any): N/A

📚 Backstory 📚

Childhood: Raised youngest within the family and only girl and was kind of spoiled. Loved her mother to bits and took it the hardest when she disappeared

Adolescence: N/A

Young Adulthood: N/A

Adulthood: N/A

Present Day: She's gonna start high school after the summer and have hopes to be a powerful CEO or a top gamer whatever comes first

Theme Song(s):

Full Name: Professor Manuel Membrane

Pronunciation: Man-well

Nickname(s): Dad (his kids), Professor Membrane (everyone)

Preferred Name: N/A

Birthday: March 6th

Age: 40

Sexuality: Demiromantic 🖤🤍💚🩶 Asexual 🖤🩶🤍💜

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Height: 6''8

Weight/Build: Tall and muscular

Scars/Birthmarks/Distinguishing Markings: He has some machine parts in his arms after a accident

🗣️ Personality & Morals ⚖️

Are they...(bold which term applies to the character):

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Natural Good

Guilty Pleasure(s): Difficult talking to people

👍 Strengths & Weaknesses 👎

Strengths/Skills (Mental/Physical): Very smart

Weaknesses (Mental/Physical): Has autism and depression and anxiety

Biggest Advantage: His smart brain, fast thinking and invention making

Biggest Vulnerability: He's too protective of his kids

Mental Ailments: N/A

Physical Ailments: N/A

Addictions/Bad Habits: He's too protective of his kids often, has a bad history of triple checking if they're asleep since they were babies and sometimes do it if something happens to them

Phobias: Traumatophobia (excessive or disabling fear of war or physical injury usually resulting from experiences in combat)

🏠 Lifestyle 🏠

Birthplace: Clifton, AZ

Current Residence: Whiteham, WA

Education: University Degree

Religion: Atheist

Philosophy/Outlook on Life: Science

Job: Owns his own lab and works as an inventor and researcher, wrote a few books

Hobbies: Research, lab tests, puzzles,

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Relationships 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Status (Single/Dating…/Married to…): Married now Single

Family: Miyuki Nakamura (wife) Flynn Membrane (son) Mauve Membrane (child) Zim Membrane (child) Dib Membrane (son) Gaz Membrane (daughter)

Friends: His children Stanford Pines Professor Drake Utonium Mr. McCoughin Miyuki David Wood (he loves the energy)

Enemies: Literally anyone who messes with his family, Tallest Spork and the Irken Empire

Other notable relationships (If any): N/A

📚 Backstory 📚

Childhood: He had a pretty decent childhood, raised by his family of five and two dogs and lived on a ranch his brave scientist parents owned. Since birth he had shown how smart he is and enjoyed discovering new things. Most kids were jealous he passed classes and would exclude him in things which never bothered him, he was perfectly fine working by himself

Adolescence: His mother died via gas poisoning after years working in the lab, causing a huge rift against him and his dad that sadly never been fixed no matter what. He graduated highest of the grades and moved to Townsville to attend collage via a science scholarship

Young Adulthood: He's still awkward as usual but gotten along well with the other students in the science scholarship like Drake Utonium, plus with the fact he doesn't go home during holidays he spends more time studying and creating his first invention and research. He graduated a year earlier than planned and began his business after moving to Whiteham, buying a closed down factory as his new lab. He slowly started to feel lonely after his business picked up and upon remember his ideas of cloning the ranch animals and created Dib with similar methods of cloning with some changes of course. Dib's birth was a success and so he decided to make a sibling since he had a fun time being with his siblings growing up. When Gaz was born and Dib was turning one years old, he took them to a hill to watch the meteor shower, there he finds a huge hunk of junk and metal where a mysterious woman was clinging to three smaller forms as she barely stays awake. He takes them all back home and patches her up, learns her name is Miyuki and the Smeets she had were Red and Purple who were destined to be the next Tallests after she perish and Zim who she tells was defected at birth and sentenced to death. He removes Red and Purple's PAKs carefully (Zim didn't have his when found) and brought them back to life. He and Miyuki got close after all this and she stayed on Earth for him, raisin the Smeets as human children alongside Dib and Gaz. He invented a special wig that was applied to the Smeets that will feel, move, wash, and grow like normal hair once applied but their antennas do appear, which he and Miyuki instructed to always keep them hidden unless indoors and with them. He and Miyuki vowed to tell the kids the truth together, but then not long after the vow she disappeared. He searched for her but couldn't find her, so he decided to raise all five of them by himself as best as he can

Adulthood/Present Day: He's raising five children all by himself since the disappearance of his wife Miyuki as he also works hard as a world known scientists and researcher

Theme Song(s):

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collectivedirective · 2 years ago

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#shitpost #dipper pines #otgw wirt #prince callum #jim lake junior #cartoon brunette white boy protags of Gen Z target audience shows that are probably on Netflix

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mallhit · 3 years ago

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starter call! comment for muse, i’m trying a few new ones that i haven’t added to my page yet but the options are: wakko, louie, hunter, fenton, wirt, jim lake junior, ryan akagi, amity (iconless), luz (iconless)

#sc. starting up the title card

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mushroomminded · 4 years ago

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So I'm thinking Miranda sounds like Beth from Rick and Morty, Dom sounds like Greg Universe, Cody sounds like Stan from South Park or maybe Dipper, Milo Alexander sounds like Justin McElroy's voice for his DnD character Taako, Dan sounds like Bill Green from Big City Greens or Tenzin, Jake sounds like Marshall Lee or Wirt from OTGW, Teagan has Mabel vibes but can also get away with Fiona the human. Milo Junior has major Sprig vibes.

time for me to look up some voices

#8 colas

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bennysrphub · 4 years ago

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blog list !

as of right now, my blogs are:

@meowchemist , post-ending Alphonse Elric of Fullmetal Alchemist

@intothedorkness Wirt of Over The Garden Wall! Headcanon heavy, often discusses dark themes such as death and the affects of nearly drowning.

@neverhurtstohelp Wander of Wander Over Yonder!

@thekidcomic The Kid of Kid Cosmic!

@shcrttempered Dan of Dan VS!

@cookiebandit Gary Goodspeed of Final Space!

@freaksqud Billy, Nergal Junior, and Irwin from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy!

@sweatervestjinx Milo Murphy of Milo Murphy's Law!

@sinisterlysweaty Oscar from Fish Hooks as a Luca style sea monster !

@livedfantasy Luz Noceda from The Owl House & Marcy Wu from Amphibia!

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endoftheworldpaul · 5 years ago

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This is my Pinescone Secret Santa fic, written for @pancake-man hope you enjoy! This follows their prompt soulmates. Always did want to write a soulmate fic!

Check it out on AO3!

Color reference sheet:

Blue- Trust, stability, calm

Pink- tenderness, caring, sympathy

Royal blue - stability, honesty

Beige - dependable, flexible

True love was tricky to understand, especially for a six-year-old. That didn’t stop Dipper Pines from asking every question about that popped into his head about the subject. Why is the world besides his family all gray? Why did Mabel illuminate a room with bright pinks and purples and oranges when all of his classmates remain a monochrome series of grays? Why did kittens glow orange and blue-gray and chocolate brown when the scary dog across the street that barked real loud every time he got close stayed a solid dark gray? ‘Why did’ and ‘how come’ poured from his lips faster than syrup on Mabel’s pancakes and Dipper could see that his parents were getting tired of deflecting his questions.

Finally, they explained that everyone and anything you loved would light up with color for as long as you cared for them, that ancient magic encouraged a love for everything. And that some people would never see a single color in their lives because their hearts grew so cold and angry that no love could ever warm them. They explained that when people who loved each other touched, their skin would light up with a color representing the relationship wherever they touched, and that’s why when momma and dad held hands, they lit up with a soft blue hue.

Dipper found out that Mabel loved everything. She rambled on about the colors of the sky, girls’ hair, and even spiders.

Dipper didn’t love spiders or the sky, but he did love lakes and rivers and trees and funny-looking fish. So he watched documentaries and science shows and learned and absorbed information and slowly, he began to see more and more colors.

When Dipper turned ten and invited his best friends Sam and Caroline to his birthday party at the new arcade, he first learned heartbreak. He knew he loved his friends because he could clearly see Caroline’s dark skin and the bright pink flowers in her hair and the way the blue raspberry lollipops she loved stained her tongue and Sam’s freckles and his blush when Caroline told a joke and the way his brown eyes sparkled when he planned on pranking someone. When Sam handed him the bright green birthday present he brought for Dipper, their hands brushed and nothing happened, no colors, no glowing. At first, he was sad but cheered himself up at the realization that it was likely just that Sam was slower to love people and since Sam and Dipper had only been friends for a few months, that he just was working to get there.

Then, when Caroline grabbed his hand to drag him over to a game with flashing lights and loud music and silly ducks on it and their clasped hands also didn’t glow, Dipper was struck with the fear that something was wrong. He and Caroline had been friends for five years now.

So, when he had the chance, he pretended to go to the bathroom. He followed Sam and Caroline around, weaving between people’s legs and trying to keep track of their conversation.

“—such a nerd!” Caroline giggled.

“Yeah, and he never stops talking! It’s nice that his family lets him go to so many fun places because he drags us along.”

They continued to talk, the topic changing from Dipper to Mabel, calling her names. Right before they were blocked by a particularly tall man, he noticed their colors be replaced by deep grays.

Dipper ran to find Mabel. Mabel hugged him close and Dipper found comfort in the soft pink glow that illuminated their skin where Mabel’s arms wrapped around his arms and neck and how her fingers shined when she wiped away his tears.

After that, Dipper found it harder to love people. Books and nature and games still had prominent colors, but only Mabel and his parents had color. Sometimes, Dipper would look in the mirror and smudges of gray would seep into his skin, hair, eyes. Times like that made him scared. When that happened, the only thing that brought him comfort was the soft rosy pink of Mabel’s hugs.

Over time, Dipper made better friends, met new people, and occasionally developed crushes on pretty girls and nice boys. But very few people ever were brightened by colors.

One said crush was Wirt Palmer, a dorky boy six months his senior. They had met at a sleep-away writing camp and immediately got on like fire on a house. Wirt was soft-spoken but passionate, clumsy yet gorgeous. Wirt was perfect, and Dipper would be damned if he hadn't tried everything to not fall in love with him.

It would be cliche to say Dipper fell in love slowly, and it would be a blatant lie. Three hours after they first shook hands during their introduction to one another, color slammed into Wirt's form. Wirt had quoted Shakespeare, softly mumbling "'Tis the way to call hers exquisite, in question more…" under his breath, the following lines providing a comforting touch, their warmth soaking into Dipper's bones. And then, color. It was as simple as that, but also horribly convoluted and worrying, as Dipper hadn't felt love anew in a year.

But, despite the panic creeping in, he was also comforted by how right it felt to love Wirt. Dipper was also just a teenage boy, and he struggled to differentiate the platonic and romantic affection he felt for his new companion. After all, love came in many forms, and identifying one after so suddenly being overwhelmed by its presence was a feat in and of itself.

So, Dipper kept his feelings to himself, only letting Mabel know that he had made a new friend. As the week progressed and Wirt opened up more, Dipper came to the conclusion that no matter what he felt for this boy, he was certain that he would never feel whole again if not by his side.

And stay he did, at least to the best of his ability. After all, Wirt lived in Massachusetts, the other side of the country from Dipper's home of Piedmont, California. They texted, nigh constantly, and during school breaks they would talk into the early morning hours, night coming to an end before their conversations. Dipper rarely actually saw Wirt, as opposed to just hearing him, seeing his words through a screen. That made it easy to ignore how clear Wirt's colors were, never wavering, never dimming.

The few times he and Wirt were face to face—video chats or the occasional meetup—Dipper could only be amazed by how beautiful Wirt was. Fluffy brown hair and chocolate eyes, tan skin, a big angular nose, all made Dipper's insides warm pleasantly. And the beauty and determination of the colors comforted Dipper. He was reminded that despite being hurt and despite being taken advantage of, he was no less worthy of being surrounded by love than any other person. When he felt close to Wirt—despite the hundreds of miles separating them—he loved himself more.

Sometimes, late at night, after Wirt finally succumbs to the siren call of sleep, Dipper would trace patterns onto his arms, royal blue bleeding through the gaps between his fingers, and feel closest to the old Dipper, the one who loved easily and truly, a part of him he had previously given up on finding again.

Other times, gray would wobble across his body, only lasting mere seconds before returning to its bright hues, and a deep cold would seep into Dipper, down to the bone. On those days, Wirt would be quick to comfort, rambling on about plans for college or a book he had read or a song he was writing. The distractions helped, but Dipper wondered if it was more the words or the person they came from that brought him comfort.

Dipper developed a habit of dedicating a large portion of his free time to conversing with Wirt, whether it be during school or during breaks in between study sessions or talking until midnight. And suddenly, as the end of junior year rolled past and suddenly the bubble of consistency was popped, making way for the stress and panic of searching for colleges.

On more than one occasion, Mabel let Dipper know her opinions on his three-year-long college search, telling him that he has no reason to stress since he had had his favorites narrowed down to a reasonably sized list since the end of last year's winter break. She had known this because, for each day of Hanukkah, Dipper had gotten eight sweatshirts, each proudly advertising the mascot of one of those schools. Mabel had five of those same colleges on her list, she also had half of the colleges on the west coast on that very same list, so the overlap didn't surprise Dipper.

His biggest confidant for his college prep fears was Wirt. They both discussed the pros and cons of each school, their interests overlapping enough that the most appealing colleges for one often intrigue the other as well.

And as the season for college applications neared, Dipper noticed Wirt often finding nitpicky reasons to dislike any school that Dipper wasn't applying to. It was almost as if Wirt couldn't bear the thought of consciously choosing to not be closer to Dipper. At first, Dipper brushed thoughts like that aside, but as Wirt steadfastly continued rebuffing schools he had previously fawned over, Dipper reconsidered his behavior. It was relieving to think that maybe, just maybe, Wirt would finally be within arms reach, for the first time since the summer before their sophomore year.

Their last year of high school passed much the same as the previous two, worrying about grades, studying, preparing for college, and talking. Then, spring came and brought with it college responses. With his grades, test scores, and essays, Dipper managed to get accepted into some high ranking colleges, but he was most happy that Wirt had gotten accepted to three of the same colleges that Dipper had, one of which was highly favored by both. They video chatted that might, gushing over each others’ successes and happily imagining what the first year of college might be like.

Wirt wasn’t a fan of cold weather and Dipper hated temperatures over 80 degrees, so they settled on a college in a warmer state, with just enough of an elevation to limit how hot the summers would be.

As his final summer break before college finally began and the stress of finals started to abate, Dipper began packing for the drive to his new campus. Sadly, Mabel hadn’t applied to that college, but she had gotten accepted to one that was only a few hours’ drive away, so visits would be frequent. Freshmen had assigned dorms on campus with a roommate exam matching each person to one or two others, so Dipper had prepared a few different scripts to use, one for a cool roommate, one for a boring roommate, one for a douchey roommate, and one for an absent roommate, all color-coordinated. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing to the person he would be rooming with for the next two years, minimum.

A few days later, he and Mabel had shoved their luggage into the trunk of Dipper’s car and were in the midst of saying goodbye to their parents for the eighteenth time. Mabel had refused to get a driver’s license, quoting studies about the damage driving has on the environment and human health, so Dipper would drive her to her campus, where she would rely on the college’s free bus system to get where she needed.

The drive would take a day so they stopped at a hotel halfway there. Since Dipper had driven and was therefore too busy to talk to Wirt, he spent the next two hours chatting with Wirt about tourist traps he has driven past, the whole time trying to tune out Mabel’s loud getting-ready-for-bed-one-woman-performance.

Wirt said that he was already at his dorm and that his roommate, singular, had yet to arrive. He then sent an invite for a video chat and, when Dipper accepted, gave him a shaky but descriptive tour of his half of the large suite. There were five rooms: a living room, two bedrooms, each with personal bathrooms, and a small kitchen. The kitchen had a stove, a small fridge, and a microwave. Dipper also noticed a small kettle, covered in stickers.

Wirt babbled on about how nervous he was to meet his roommate and for classes to start, only stopping when Mabel burst from the bathroom to fill the room Dipper was in with her loud and only slightly off-key singing.

“Oh hi, Wirt!” She shouted at the laptop, receiving a shocked greeting from Wirt in return. Shortly after the disruption, Wirt yawned, his jaw popping at the exertion. Dipper said goodnight and not long after he and Mabel were out cold.

When he dropped Mabel off, she gripped him tightly and whispered “Go get him, tiger. He’s gonna love you, if he doesn’t already.” Her words were comforting, if not surprising, and he focused on the gentle pink lighting up around the points of contact to distract from the tears that wanted to escape.

Her words echoed in his brain as he sped down the highway, stealing any semblance of extra focus that he would have had otherwise.

As Dipper hauled his suitcase down the hallway, pausing a second to glance down at his phone to double-check what room he’s heading to. As he does, he hears a soft voice muttering what sounds like poetry escape the open door a few rooms ahead of him.

“I falter, for the sight of you stops my breath, and gaze at the light that is you. Instantly, color fills my world, as there is no life where I do not love you.” Dipper creeps closer, not wanting the speaker to stop. “I stumble around blindly, looking for your guiding light, for when you are not around the world is dark. Now I stand, gazing upon a—” the speaker cuts off as Dipper lets out a gasp.

In the room, Dipper’s room, Wirt stands, dressed in a pale yellow sweater and old blue jeans, and stares at Dipper before stuttering a rushed “Dipper! What, what are you doing here? I didn’t tell you my room did I?”

Dipper let out a breathy chuckle. “Wirt, this is my room. I… it seems like we might be roommates. I, what was that that you were reading? Who was it for?” Wirt’s Face burned bright red and the heat of Dipper’s own cheeks told him that he was blushing just as hard.

“It was…” He trailed off, the answer whispered into his hands, which had crept up to cover his face. He peeked through a gap in his fingers and followed Dipper as he took a slow step forward. He dropped his hands, took a deep breath, and blurted out “It was for you! I wrote it for you because I love you!” He pauses. “I love you,” he muttered, softer this time.

Dipper closes the distance between them, shakily stretching out a hand and pausing just inches from Wirt’s face. Wirt takes the initiative and leans into his palm. Instantly, the points of contact light up a soft beige, but Dipper focused on the beige pouring from Wirt’s chest, illuminating the shape of his heart.

“Oh boy. That’s a, that’s a soulmark.” Wirt must notice the confused furrow of Dipper’s brow because he continues. “It’s a super rare thing that happens only when people love each other purely and like initiate purposeful contact with each other or something. There’s like twenty cases of this happening in the last four decades.”

Dipper felt his blush spread down his neck. “We’re just that special, I guess. If you couldn’t guess, I love you too, Wirt. I’ve been in love with you since the first day we met.” Dipper looked into Wirt’s eyes, filled with comfort by the pure love held in the brown depths. His other hand met Wirt’s cheek and the beige hue brightened.

Dipper knew then and there that he would move heaven and earth to keep Wirt’s love close by, would fight the world if it meant making him happy.

#pinescone #pinescone Secret santa #my writing #Dipper Pines #otgw Wirt #gf #otgw #I am like super proud of this?#I think if school hadn't taken up a lot of my time before this i would have written like twice as much but its 2.7k #which is a good size i think

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goalhofer · 5 years ago

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2020 IIHF World Juniors Germany Roster

Wingers

#7 Nino Kinder (Winnipeg Ice/Berlin)

#8 Taro Jentzsch (Sherbrooke Phoenix/Berlin)

#9 Tim Stutzle (Adler Mannheim/Viersen)

#14 Dennis Lobach (Red Bull Eishockey Junioren/Schweinfurt)

#18 Justin Schutz (Eishockeyclub Red Bull Munchen/Kassel)

#20 Yannik Valenti (Adler Mannheim/Bad Tolz)

#22 Lukas Reichel (Eisbaren Berlin/Nurnberg)

#26 Dominik Bokk (Rogle Bandyklubb/Schweinfurt)

#90 Jan Nijenhuis (Grizzlys Wolfsburg/Munich)

Centers

#12 Luis Schinko (Krefelder E.V. 1981 U23/Landshut)

#15 Luis Brune (Adler Mannheim/Munich)

#77 John-Jason Peterka (Eishockeyclub Red Bull Munchen/Munich)

#91 Tim Fleischer (Iserlohn Hahne/Iserlohn)

Defensemen

#2 Eric Mik (Eisbaren Berlin/Berlin)

#3 Simon Gnyp (Kolner Haie/Burghausen)

#4 Daniel Wirt (Krefelder E.V. 1981 U23/Dortmund)

#5 Niklas Heinzinger (Tolzer Lowen/Bad Tolz)

#6 Leon Huttl (Lowen Frankfurt/Bad Tolz)

#21 Maximilian Glotzl (Kolner Haie/Schongau)

#25 Philipp Mass (Red Bull Eishockey Junioren/Heidelberg)

#27 Alexander Dersch (Dusseldorfer E.G./Landshut)

#53 Moritz Seider (Grand Rapids Griffins/Zell)

Goalies

#31 Philipp Maurer (E.V. Landshut/Landshut)

#32 Hendrik Hane (Dusseldorfer E.G./Dusseldorf)

#45 Tobias Ancicka (Lukko/Heilbronn)

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magicallygrimmwiccan · 6 years ago

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Only Time, Part IV

Summary: In which Concerts Are Given, Musicals Are Performed, and Math is Done (with crying!)

Notes: Yes, this chapter is self-indulgent. Yes, I’ve played all those pieces. Yes, that is a reference to Moving On :) Second-to-last part of exchange with @dailypattondoodle / @moonfang03! Enjoy, Wren!

“Okay, okay, Logan? Calm down, sweetie, it’ll be okay,” Mika murmured, gently grabbing Logan’s shoulders and staring into his eyes. Logan shook his head, on the verge of tears, as he clutched his horn closer to his chest. This was not going to end well, he just knew it. He wasn’t prepared, his anxiety had been acting up all day, Roman was most likely not going to be here-

“Logan. Listen to me,” Mika ordered, gently grabbing Logan’s horn from his arms and setting it gently in the case. “You’ll be okay, you know these pieces better than almost everyone here.”

Roman’s not going to show up, is he? Logan signed, hands shaking. Mika growled and shook xyr head, clearly exasperated.

“Roman’s coming. He’s in the audience. I checked for myself, okay?” Logan sniffed, trying to stem his tears. Mika wouldn’t lie to him, he knew that, so there was really no reason for him to be crying like a stupid child. Mika didn’t seem to mind, however, and gently rubbed his back, whispering soothing nothings into Logan’s ears until he calmed down. Luckily, the rest of their band gave the two of them space, something Logan was eternally grateful for. Finally, finally, he managed to calm down, and Mika handed him back his horn with a grin. “Now, let’s go out there and kick those pieces’ butts, yeah?” Logan nodded and stood up, walking out towards the stage. Mika followed with xyr oboe. The two walked out to find Wirt already seated with his clarinet, and he shot them a big grin when he saw them.

Logan settled into his spot in the horn section, nodding at all of his sectionmates, as he nervously fiddled with his keys and blew warm air through his instrument. This was their longest concert, being the last one of the year, and he knew this one was going to be especially rough on his embouchure. He also happened to be the first horn, despite being the only freshman in the horn section. The other three horns, two juniors and a sophomore, had all done the first horn shift, leaving Logan to pick up this one. He glanced up to see that Wirt had vanished, most likely because he was the tuner for tonight.

The lights dimmed before coming back on at the sound of soft, nervous footsteps. Wirt paused at the front of the stage, lifted his clarinet, and let out the long drone of a concert Bb. Logan waited for the low brass to settle into their pitch before lifting his own horn and making sure everything was properly tuned. Wirt seamlessly switched to the concert A and Logan adjusted for that pitch as well, lowering his horn and waiting for the cue to stand when his conductor came out. She did, strands coming out of her bun, beaming with exhilaration at her band in front of her. She stepped up onto the podium, raised her baton, and Logan raised his horn, prepared for the first note.

He glimpsed his father out of the corner of his eye beaming as the first notes of the first piece registered. Logan knew Virgil would love the first piece; after all, Nightmare Before Christmas was his favourite movie, so why wouldn’t he love a band arrangement of it? As the piece went on, Logan noticed that Virgil was nudging another person in excitement, but Logan didn’t have time to explore more because oh shit that was his entrance in two measures! Finally, they reached Wirt’s clarinet solo, and Logan lowered his horn to watch his friend noodle around on his chromatic scale, eventually screaming out a high B before moving into a glissando back down to a D. They finished the piece within a couple minutes, Logan’s facial muscles showing no traces of soreness.

The next piece was extremely difficult to tune, but the horn part was simple until the end. Logan fucking hated large intervals, and what did the composer do? Write a large interval. The piece ended with a lovely, perfectly tuned 9 chord, much to Logan’s delight, and he moved to the next piece, groaning internally. Goddamn you, Saint-Saëns. Granted, the clarinets had it worse. He’d only seen Wirt’s part once, but what he had seen had made him cry in agony for his friend. Who thought that weird chromatic with repeated steps in eighth notes at this tempo was a good idea?! Regardless, they actually gave a very good performance of the piece, and Logan dropped his horn onto his lap, beginning to feel some soreness in his facial muscles. Great, because the next piece was horn-heavy. Wonderful.

The piece was over with before Logan knew it, and he appreciated the fact that he wasn’t a senior and so had no chance of being given one of the end-of-year awards. This was a solid 15 minutes to rest his face, and he was going to take it, thank you very much. While he did, tears were shed, hugs were given, gifts were presented, and the audience clapped for far too long and far too loudly for Logan’s taste. It died down eventually, however, and Logan raised his horn, prepared to end this concert with one of the best pieces Tchaikovsky ever wrote. The low instruments started with the ominous, funeral-march style chords, and Logan lifted his horn to his face in preparation for the melody.

The piece went off flawlessly, much to Logan’s delight. Their dress rehearsal that morning had been… well, calling it shaky was generously understated. The clarinets and flutes were finally lined up on the triplet passages, the horns and trombones were finally in tune, and everyone’s rhythms were counted perfectly. Each articulation was sharp and crisp, each phrase elegantly shaped, each part blended seamlessly into the others. The final chord sang through the hall, ending with that perfect reverberation of tuba, as everyone slowly lowered their instruments as the sound finally dissipated. Almost instantly, everyone in the audience burst into loud applause, eliciting a giddy giggle of pure elation out of Logan. They had done it. They had finished one of the hardest pieces of their high school careers, and they had done it well. Glancing out, his breath caught in his throat as he saw Roman, on his feet, his smile wide and bright even in the dark auditorium as he applauded his brother’s achievements.

Logan’s conductor gestured for the band to stand, and he did, clutching his horn tight to his stomach as he allowed the applause to wash over him. After a few very long, awkward minutes in which said applause would not stop, Logan was allowed off the stage, vanishing into the band room to break down his horn so he could go home. A hand dropped down to ruffle his hair, and he looked up to find Mika beaming down at him, oboe still fully assembled.

“Amazing show, poppet. You were wonderful,” xe murmured, sitting down next to Logan and pulling out xyr oboe case. “That interval in October came out perfectly.”

Yes, I am very pleased, Logan signed back, dropping his mouthpiece gently into its section of the case before placing his horn in its place. Mika delicately dropped xyr reed into xyr case before running a cloth through the oboe, beaming over at Logan.

“So, Roman seemed to enjoy himself.” Logan froze, in the process of sliding his horn into its locker, and slowly turned to stare at Mika. Xe simply shrugged. “What? I’m in the front, I cannot help but see people also sitting in the front of the audience. I really could not possibly miss that large, silly grin of his.”

I… what? Mika frowned, tilting xyr head to the side. Roman… actually enjoyed himself?

“Yes, he appeared to. I was under the impression he enjoyed instrumental music?” Logan nodded slowly in confirmation. “Yes, he was smiling every time you came in.”

Roman… actually cared about him? Roman cared about his interests and his skills and the things he enjoyed doing? Roman cared enough to sit through over an hour of music for him? These thoughts caused something warm to swirl in Logan’s stomach, bubbling up into his heart and throat and weaseling its way into his tear ducts.

“Oh, no no no, Logan honey don’t cry!” Mika cried, gently grabbing Logan’s face in xyr hands and wiping at his cheeks. He was crying? Why was he crying? He had no reason to cry, he was happy after all. Roman cared about him. Roman wanted to be a good brother to him. Roman didn’t hate him.

I can’t be crying, I’m happy Mika, Logan signed. Mika bit xyr lip and held up a sapphire-painted finger to show a droplet of salty facewater resting on it.

“You can cry happy tears, Logan. Tears aren’t just for sadness.” Logan blinked, shakily bringing his hands up to his face, and when he pulled them away, lo and behold, tears stained his fingertips. He was crying.

“It makes sense, to be quite frank. You’ve gone through quite a bit in the past few weeks. No wonder your body is reacting to strong emotions this way,” Mika explained, wiping off xyr fingers before pulling out a cloth and wiping Logan’s face. “Now, come on, your horn is away, my oboe is away, Wirt is standing near the door staring at us, let’s get up there and go eat far too many cookies to celebrate our achievements, yeah?” Logan nodded and stood up, smiling at Mika.

Thank you so, so much for everything, Mika. Mika snorted and swatted at Logan’s shoulder, steering him towards the doorway where Wirt was waiting, arms crossed uncomfortably over his chest. My apologies for keeping you waiting, Wirt.

“No, Logan, it’s fine. You needed a moment,” Wirt softly stammered back. “Let’s… let’s go.” The three left the bandroom, the last ones to do so, and they walked out to the Commons to partake in cookies and punch and far too much socializing. Logan had barely set foot in the Commons when he was tackled, letting out a little yelp. He blinked a couple times, trying to regain his bearings, and realized that the person who had tackled him was Roman.

“Lolo that was amazing! Dad was so happy during that first piece— nice choice on Nightmare Before Christmas, by the way— and that clarinet solo was so good— Wirt you better be going to music school that was amazing! And then that second piece? That horn part at the end was so emotional and perfect and you did it perfectly, Lo! Then the middle piece? I’m so sorry that sounded like it was hard on your face! But you did it so well, I got chills! Then Hymn To A Blue Hour was just… how do I say this? I was bawling, that’s how gorgeous it was! And then, then you ended with that gorgeous march and that… that was an experience! Logan, you did so well, you deserve so many more awards for that!”

Roman, I was just playing my part. No need to get overexcited, Logan signed, confused and a tad bit scared of his brother at this exact moment in time. There… was really no reason for him to be so excited over Logan just doing his job.

“I’m not overexcited, I’m showing how proud I am of you!” Roman shot back, grin still far too wide to be possible. How did his muscles move like that? Was that healthy? Was that normal? Logan was more concerned for his twin now after these questions popped into his mind.

“Roman, maybe relax a bit. You’re overwhelming him,” Virgil drawled, stopping just behind Roman and shooting Logan a small grin. “Nice work, kiddo. I really liked that first piece, but all of them were amazing.”

I figured you would like the first piece, Dad, Logan signed, grinning a bit. Virgil snorted and leaned over to ruffle Logan’s hair, freeing a few of his curls from their meticulously-placed gel. Logan batted the hands away, frantically trying to smooth his hair back into place. Mika and Wirt snorted and giggled behind him, and Logan shot them both glares, although they ignored him and kept laughing. Logan eventually gave in and joined them in laughter, just happy that the anxiety that had been constantly sitting on his chest seemed to be gone.

Patton bounced over, beaming, holding a stack of cookies in his hands. “Nice job, kiddo! Amazing show! You’ve earned so many second cookies!” Logan carefully took a snickerdoodle and began to nibble on it, smiling faintly. Everything had turned out alright, just like Roman had promised. Logan couldn’t be happier in that moment.

Merely a week later, Logan sat in an uncomfortable chair in the auditorium, watching Roman bound around on stage in his professional make-believe that he loved so much and that Logan understood approximately nothing about. Patton and Virgil sat next to him, trying to explain what confused him, but Logan still had no idea. People found these over-the-top productions entertaining? This one was apparently called Guys and Dolls and featured some… very outdated ideas. Roman was the lead (from what Logan had been told), and his friend Clair was playing the main female lead (also from what he’d been told), but beyond that, Logan had absolutely no idea what was going on. The musical ended soon enough, much to Logan’s relief, and everyone filtered out into the Commons again to wait for the actors to come out.

Roman bounced out after a few minutes, beaming and sweating a little but overall looking extremely happy. “Logan! My wonderful brother, did you enjoy that?”

Not really, as I could not understand what was happening, even with assistance. I do think you did an amazing job, however, Logan answered, flushing a bit. Would Roman be mad that he did not enjoy himself?

“Thanks, Lo! And I didn’t really expect you to, I’m just glad you showed up!” Logan swallowed and grinned back, relief swimming in his stomach at that. He did not wish to upset Roman, so the news that he had not was wonderful.

Of course. I will always show up to support you. Roman’s smile fell a little and he sighed, causing Logan to panic. Had he said something wrong?!

“Like I should have.” Logan sighed and gently whacked Roman on the back of the head. Roman looks up, startled and confused, and Logan simply rolled his eyes before lightly smacking his nose.

We have been over this. It is in the past. We can’t change the past, all we can do is try to move forward. Okay? Roman nodded, smile returning slightly, and Logan grinned back. Now, explain that musical to me please? I would like to understand what was happening. Roman’s eyes lit up and he launched into an impassioned speech about the plot of said musical as Logan followed him and their parents out to the car. It was always nice to see Roman acting like his usual passionate self, Logan thought as he settled in next to Roman who was still talking. Perhaps this attempt to fix their relationship was leading to good things after all.

“Logan! Can you help me with my math, I have no idea what’s going on!” Roman called, knocking frantically on Logan’s door. He sighed, pushing back from his desk, and got up, opening the door to find Roman shoving a worksheet on factoring into his face. Logan took a brief instant to recover before gently grabbing the worksheet and scanning over it. Simple enough. Why was Roman having issues?

“The teacher can’t explain this worth shit,” Roman explained, seeing Logan’s confusion. Logan flipped the sheet over to see the notes side of it and winced. Yep, that explanation would do it. What was all this about division? That wasn’t how you factored polynomials!

Come in, it’s time to fix the damage done by your teacher. Roman entered, closing the door behind him, looking at Logan with pleading eyes.

“Oh great Sage, please explain the heinous art of factoring to me,” Roman cried, dramatically swooning onto Logan’s bed. Logan rolled his eyes and ignored him, sitting down and pulling out a pencil.

Now, to start, factoring is the art of simplifying polynomial expressions in order to more easily see their component parts. This will become useful later when it comes to simplifying polynomial expressions, Logan began, scribbling an example out on the paper. This requires you to know your basic multiplication facts extremely well.

“Well, I’m doomed,” Roman moaned. Logan sighed and set down the paper.

Then we shall start there. There are patterns to certain multiples, if you would like me to show you? Roman nodded, and Logan set to work showing Roman the math that should have been learned in second grade.

A couple hours later, Roman finally understood what was going on. “Thank you so much, Logan! You’re a lifesaver, I swear.” Logan smiled and nodded. He was just being a good sibling. Why was Roman calling him a lifesaver for being a decent human being?

“No, really. I suck at math, and you actually explain it in a way that helps me, you know, get it? It’s really amazing, Logan. Have you considered going into teaching?” Logan frowned, eyebrows furrowing. He had, at one point, but who would want a teacher who couldn’t even talk?

But I can’t talk, Roman. I would be an awful teacher. Roman sighed and rolled his eyes, gently slapping Logan on the back of the head in that friendly way siblings do.

“And that’s something you can work around. Send out an email the school year before telling everyone to have their kids learn basic sign language. Teach at a school for the deaf. Just because you can’t talk, that doesn’t mean you automatically can’t teach. You’re a hell of an amazing teacher, so much better than a lot of the ones who can, and I will support you until the day I die, okay?” Logan began to cry and that, and Roman dropped his math homework with a heavy thud onto the floor as he rushed to comfort his brother. “No, don’t cry, I’m sorry-”

Happy tears, Roman. Happy tears, Logan soothed, giggling a bit at Roman’s concern. It was… sweet, if a bit overbearing. Roman giggled back and pulled Logan into a tight hug, rubbing his back in calming circles like Patton used to do when they were younger.

“You know that I meant every word of that, right?” Roman whispered, rocking Logan back and forth a bit. Logan nodded against his chest, hand slipping out of the hold to hover in Roman’s line of sight.

I know, Roman. For the first time in a long time, I know.

Notes: See? I promised it would get better :)

And, in order, those pieces are: Nightmare Before Christmas medley for Symphonic Band, October by Eric Whitacre, Danse Macabre by Camille Saint-Saens (look up the Tokyo Kosei version), Hymn to a Blue Hour by John Mackie, and Marche Slave by Tchaikovsky (look up Tokyo Kosei, again)

#sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #twin logince #patton sanders #virgil sanders #paternal moxiety #i am an evil author #light angst #fluff #my band nerd side comes out #as do my opinions on math #whoopsie #only time #chapter four

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