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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years ago

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Ok so Ik this has already been done with ej, but I’m a toby simp, and I wanted to ask. Reader finding out toby is cheating on them? Maximum of 1k words, a scenario idk, smth. Ty!

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It's Dangerous, To Love the Sun

[Ticci Toby X F!Reader]

[Warnings: angst in general, physical and emotional cheating, violence, language]

[AN: I listened to Brooksie - Not Into You slowed + reverbed while writing this, I hope you enjoyed! Also went a lil over,,, the word count because I kinda liked this,,,,,,,,,,,]

You love Toby. Ever since he came into your life, you’ve been happier with him at your side. He makes you smile, he makes your heart sing. You’ve never felt so complete.

The way he looks at you is akin to gazing at a masterpiece. His eyes are so full of love when he gazes at you from across the room, wondering when you’ll finally break away from your conversation with Jeff to be at his side again.

His touch is gentle, never harsh. Toby’s fingers trace up and down your forearms and back, ghosts, whisper-like kisses of physical affection in an attempt to show you what he verbally cannot express. He’s always so warm, so loving, so whole.

He completes you, is what you’re trying to get at.

The two of you like to sit on rooftops late at night because neither Masky nor Hoodie can stand the two of you giggling at odd hours of the day in their presence. Kate’s not around long enough to actually care. When it’s just the two of you sitting up here, quiet, against each other and breathing in the sweet night air, you feel more complete than you’ve ever felt before.

You hum out, watching the stars twinkle in the sky, a dreamy expression on your face as Toby momentarily stops playing with your hair.

“What’s o-o-on your mind, b-baby?” He asks, a brow raised. Toby shifts on the shingles, his arms wrapping around you like an octopus, bringing you closer and closer into his warmth.

You find yourself blanketed in him and relax. “You’re so good to me, y’know that?” You say.

Toby scoffs and rolls his eyes. “O-Other way around,” he corrects.

You tilt your head and shake it slightly, telling him he’s wrong. “You’ve always been so good to me,” you continue, brushing off his attempts to play down your saccharine words.

He knows you’re not fibbing, but at the same time, he refuses to admit to your claims. “I d-d-did what w-was expected o-of me, you know t-that,” he states plainly.

You take in another deep breath before resting your head on his shoulder, melting into him. You pick up his scent: oak and burning winter, before retorting against him again in a voice a hair above a whisper. “You’re wrong.”

Toby laughs, his lips pressing to the side of your head. “If y-y-you say so,” he murmurs, pressing more kisses to your head and eventually your face. He revels in the sound of your laughter as he does so, leaving no inch of you unkissed.

“I know so.”

The two of you fall back into a pleasant silence.

You’ve always viewed Toby like he has power over the sun, because, as far as being a proxy goes? He does. When you were first plucked from your life and called for something ‘greater’, it was Toby who had taken pity on you, trained you, taught you all you needed to know and the ins and outs of this life. He was the one who shielded you from Masky, Hoodie and even Kate at times.

It was by his hand that you survived, and it is still by his hand that you thrive.

It was such a blinding adoration for a man you believed held dominion over the sun that kept you veiled from the truth of what he had been doing behind closed doors, yet could be seen through the windows.

Naturally, you didn’t want to believe it. Who would? The person you love’s heart has fled the place it used to live with you and taken up residence with someone else. That’s not an easy thing to admit, not when you realize that love truly is not all it takes.

Toby doesn’t want to admit it either. It started out as some strange infatuation, a fleeting crush - someone he would forget.

But her eyes? Her darling eyes? One of them the most beautiful shade of peridot he’d ever seen and the other a literal clock? They say the eyes (in her case, eye) are the window to the soul, and she had absolutely snared his. She was beautiful in a way Toby couldn’t describe, beautiful in a way that had him seeing a sky full of stars in the middle of the day, and beautiful in the sense she was timeless.

Toby knows he should be ashamed, that she’s his little secret, that what he has with Natalie can’t be compared with you, but he knows he can’t let you find out lest you go too far you can’t come back.

That blinding sun made you shrug off the bruises that were too keenly placed to be a victim’s sorry attempt at freeing themself. You shrugged off the scent of roses and wine. You shrugged off how his eyes saw past you, no longer at you. You shrugged it all off, choosing to stay blinded than face the truth.

And you would’ve happily lived in that ignorance if Toby didn’t grow cocky and arrogant and so fucking careless.

You’ve never really felt your world crash and burn until today. You've never been burned by the sun until this moment.

You’re looking into the eyes of a man you think owns the sun and see nothing but fear, regret, and pleading. Pleading for what? That you won’t leave him? That you’ll stay with him? You feel tears well in your eyes as you see him laying in your bed with her. The woman who had been naught but a shadow until now.

“R-Reader,” Toby begins, quickly wrestling up in the sheets, watching as your soul leaves your body in the doorway. “B-Baby, it’s n-no-”

You’re at a loss for words, and frankly, you don’t think he even deserves the right to your thoughts at this moment. Instead, you hold your hand up, silencing him, and turn to leave the temp house. You were out doing work for your fucking boss and get rewarded like this? The man you loved in bed with another woman, looking at her like she owned the moon. You take in a sharp breath and then begin to beeline to the front door when Toby finally gets out of the bed, ignoring the cries of confusion pouring from Natalie’s mouth.

Your heart races when you realize Toby is gaining on you. Your vision blurs through your tears.

He’s calling out for you, his stutter even stronger than before, bones popping louder and louder as he gets hit with the weight of what he’s done to you. “Stop! S-Stop fucking m-m-moving!” He hisses, his calloused hand reaching out for your wrist, successfully grabbing you.

You snarl like a caged, wounded animal, flesh burning at the contact. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you sneer as you attempt to rip your wrist from his iron grasp. In your other hand, you already have the car keys ready. You just want to be anywhere but here.

“I-I’m so s-s-sorry,” Toby says, attempting to pull you into a hug.

You struggle against him harder, hissing to be let go. The keys in your free hand are getting threaded in your fingertips. Your tears feel warm and boil your cheeks as they roll down like waterfalls. The harder he grips you, the more you feel you’ve been burned to a point of no return. “God fucking damn it, let me go!” You shout, not even noticing how Natalie has come out of the room to get Toby off of you. She’s quickly gaining in the hallway, confused on if she should step in or not.

Toby tries harder and harder to pull you into his embrace, and that’s when you strike.

You take your car key filled fingers and punch as hard as you can, the teeth of the keys dragging across Toby’s cheek, successfully shocking him into letting you go. You don’t even consider how badly you’ve hurt him and take the opportunity of his shock to flee the temp house, quickly hopping into the car.

“Reader!” Toby shouts, hand on his right cheek, not even caring about the claw marks you’ve left. “B-Baby, let’s t-talk about t-this-”

You start honking the horn to drown his voice out. Your eyebrows are furrowed, a scowl on your face, glare holding nothing but bullets towards Toby and Natalie as she attempts to wrangle him back into the house.

You watch as her arms wrap around his waist - she’s surprisingly gentle for dealing with such a belligerent man - before peeling out of the driveway, hand still honking the horn and practically waking up the neighborhood while you’re at it.

Your mind overloads as you drive, thoughts of the sun getting eclipsed by the other celestial body that overtakes it in full, swallowing it whole. You mutter angrily to yourself, turning on the radio for just noise as you finally get onto the expressway. And you drive. You drive until your head feels clear again, and when it does, you’re finally able to focus on something other than what’s in front of you on the endless stretch of road.

Autumn is making its way in, that much is apparent. Every now and then, specks of orange and red zip past your high beams. It’s cooler, and you swear you’ve passed a few flowering pumpkin patches.

You look to your left, gazing out the window for a moment or so.

The moon is decidedly absent this night.

You sigh as the fires extinguish in your heart, loneliness, sadness and any other emotion draining alongside it leaving a pit in your chest.

The emptiness quickly takes its place, haunting you like the ghost it is.

#ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #x reader #reader insert #ticci toby x y/n #clockwork #natalie ouellette #angst

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mxvladdy · 4 years ago

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Ey, could you make food source reactions for Mammon & Levi like you did with the others?

I've read it like 3 times now, they're all so sweet and believable you did a great job!

You got it Fam! Glad you like them so much lol. (I got a lot more angsty with Mammon than I thought I would but I love him sooooo)

Mammon

This poor man. He gets to spend so little time alone with you. He has to make every second count. Between the hustling, modeling, and running from Lucifer, he’s a pretty busy guy.

So he plans date nights. Just you, him, and his leather couch. Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere, ya hear? He looks forward to this every month. He pins it on his calendar too just so he doesn’t double book himself.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Just cause he plans this doesn’t mean he necessarily has a plan. Not that you care. Most of his activities turn into trouble anyway, even when he is not trying.

Sometimes he teaches you how to play cards (also shows you human ways to cheat-just in case you need it). The hours are spent pleasantly sitting in his lap while he teaches you how to count cards.

But, most nights, he just wants to talk. He enjoys his time with you. You and him cuddling and chatting away the hours before passing out for the night.

He has a lot of things he wants to know about you. To him, he feels like if he knows you better than the other brothers he’s won.

Won what? Idk, your affection? Approval? He already has it, but he is insecure about his place in your heart regardless.

This evening starts out like any other. Mammon dashing to the kitchens to pilfer some snacks and drinks before Beel can steal them all, and you bring your cute self over to his room.

You two toss back a few drinks and spend some time looking over his latest photo shoots before going on to the main event. Tonight you brought one of your favorite human card games. It was like 20 questions, but some questions were more risque than others. Was it meant for more than two players? Yes, but whatever- Mammon wants to play it so you are.

You both are relaxed and drowsy by the time you start playing. Your stomachs are full of junk, and the morning moons are just on the horizon. It’s the perfect mixture for loose lips and secrets, before falling asleep in each other's arms.

You pick easy cards first, jumping from silly innocent questions to one that made him blush from ear to ear. The hours pass quickly and Mammon’s answers become more slurred and accented as he tires out.

He was on the verge of sleep when you ask, “What’s your favorite dish?”

It was a slip of the tongue, a long-lost memory pulled up from the dregs of his exhausted mind. He remembers a savory dish Barbatos use to make way back when. He can still smell the savory smoky spices mixing with the fresh vegetables and meat- Oh shit.

He feels you stiffen and he ain’t sleepy anymore, that’s for sure. Immediately up and apologizes. He stumbles over himself in his haste to explain himself.

You spend the rest of the evening with him in your arms trying to comfort him as he tearfully swears he hasn’t eaten a person in a couple of hundred years.

Mini Fic

He regrets it the moment the words slip out. His sleepy remark hangs out in the chilly air of his room. He feels you jerk in his arms as if punched. “Shit! I-I didn’t mean.” Mouth agape, he backtracks, tongue working faster than his overtaxed brain. He looks down at your head on his chest.

Your eyes are wide. Their surprise reflected in the bright blue moonlight. His heart sinks to his stomach. Gods, he ruined it. “I’m sorry- I.” Pushing you off of his chest he goes to grab his shirt and redress, ignoring the prickling heat growing at the corner of his eyes. He could sleep somewhere else tonight. You could have the room if you wanted, or at least give you a minute to flee in terror from the demon that masqueraded as your friend. He can’t look at you. Hells, he was too ashamed to even glance in your direction. What kind of idiot let’s slip that? They even had a council meeting about this very thing before you arrived.

So lost in his panic he doesn’t notice you trying to get his attention. It wasn’t until you forcefully grab his arm did he hear you. “It’s ok Mammon.” You engulf him in your warm and comforting scent. Strong arms dragging him back to the crumpled sheets of his bed. Your soft fingers wipe at the silent tears streaking down his cheeks.

He dislodges himself from your light grasp to rub at his own eyes. “How can ya’ say that?” Where was your sense of self-preservation? Ain’t humans supposed to be aware of such dangers? The irony wasn’t lost on him though. Being your ‘protector’ and all.

You shuffle closer, hellbent on comforting. His pack mark hums gently on his chest when you touch it. As much as his body wanted to run, your pact mark cemented him to his seat. He sits while you fuss over him slowly breathing through his mouth to calm his racing heart. He can’t help but drift closer to you when he feels your hand on the top of his head. When had he become so weak for you?

“Well-How can I not?” You shrug. He closes his eyes when you start ruffling his fringe. “You’ve been nothing but sweet to me. Yes, you have,” You cut him off firmly before he can object. “Always my number one anyway.” That pulls a wet chuckle from your demon. His eyes clear up at your admission. “I trust you Mammon, honestly. I mean, I kinda knew that you’ve probably eaten a human or two in your life. Knowing, and knowing are more different than I thought.”

Mammon cages you in his arms, his nose brushing along your neck and jawline. “Damn-.” He huffs covering you in his warm body, arms tight around your sides. “I’m sorry. I ruined tonight.” Mammon sighs into your skin.

You hug him back. “Nonsense, if you want to get technical I think you won this game. I can’t top that answer.” You push away with a wide yawn. “Now can we go back to bed?” With a nod, he flops over pulling you down with him. You bully your way into his arms again. Sighing constantly you snuggle in for the night, ready to drift off. His eyelids began to feel heavy again too. Your soft weight on him like a security blanket. He listens to your slowly beating heart, matching his breathing to yours. The rhythmic thumps working to calm him better than his noise machine. He basks in your presence, rubbing his broad hand down your back for a moment before you speak again.

“Hey, Mammon.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think I would taste good?”

Leviathan

Awkward boy. Of course, he has had his fair share of humans. Not particularly his favorite through. A lot of the time it wasn’t on purpose. His demon form is big and sometimes more than just fish and other demons get swallowed up. Course when that happened, they weren’t exactly fresh either. Bleh-just thinking about it makes his stomach turn.

No, he never got a taste for it, even when it was served in the royal palace. The memories of the sea are still pretty vivid. It never really crosses his mind anymore. Till you bring it up.

He invites you over for a game night. A new VR game he had been saving up for just dropped and he had to play it with you.

It was a horror stealth game. Heavy on critical thinking and solving puzzles in real-time.

Your two characters were on a race against time against a flesh eating cult that had invaded a small village. He thought it was a fun concept and you both liked horror games. He didn’t notice how quiet you had gotten until you had set your controller down.

You ask during a loading screen after a pretty graphic cut scene of a npc getting caught. How realistic was that cut scene? Had he ever eaten a human before?

Boy is a brighter pink than Ruri-chan’s signature outfit (and twice as cute lbr)

He gets so flustered that he misses the start of the next round and gets you both eaten.

He doesn’t take conflict well. Like at all. He much rather slink off into his fish tank and hide than answer you. In fact, that sounds like an excellent idea.

He slithers back out of his tank hours later thinking you had left or found a better brother to hang out with. Yucky people eaters like him aren’t good company for humans.

You jump him the minute his feet are back on solid ground. Have an answer now you must! Yrssss.

Mini Fic

“L-Let go!” Levi shrieks, caught in your sneak attack. He locks up when you jump him, all four of your limbs wrapping around his soaking body like an octopus.

“No!” You squeeze him harder taking full advantage of the fact that he won’t remove you himself. You feel the heat of his blush through his soaked clothes as you cling closer. If he could blush any harder you were pretty sure steam would be wafting off of him.

“Why do you want to know anyway?” He wiggles gently, trying to loosen your tight grip.

“Morbid curiosity.” Well, at least you were honest. He was still going to say no, you didn’t need to know that about him. He opens his mouth to shut you down but makes the mistake of looking at you. The words die when he catches the pout growing on your face. Oh no- his one weakness. Your way your lower lip pops out adorably, accompanied by slightly puffed-out cheeks. It was a one-two punch to his defenses.

“I-they weren’t on purpose.” He pleads. Nevermore in his life did he wish he could turn into a mist-like his brother. He feels you slip off of him. Your bare feet don’t make a sound on his carpeted floor. “It just happened sometimes.” He admits. You accept it for a few seconds before his words fully hit you.

“Wait? How do you accidentally eat someone?” You ask incredulously. “All though- that’s something Beel might do.” You ponder the logistics and step back to give him some space.

He rights himself, wicking the moisture from his coat and pants with magic until he is completely dry again. You start asking a dozen more questions in rapid fire. It was enough to make his head spin. You were too curious for your own good. “Ever heard of basking whales?”

You blink.

Levi sighs and waves a hand to himself. “When I lived in the ocean… I’m big ya know. I kinda would just open my mouth and swallow. Whatever I caught I ate.” He waits for you to get the jest. Most of the time it was smaller fish and aquatic mammals. When a demon encroached on his territory he would eat them too. The dead were meant for his army, but sometimes they got sucked into.

Instead of nodding in understatement, you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand and snort. His eyes grow big and his blush turns brighter. You were spending way too much time with Asmo. “No-Not like that!” His flailing only makes you laugh harder. Great, as if he didn’t want to die of embarrassment already.

“Well word it better, nerd.” You laugh retreating back to the mound of pillows you claimed for gaming, VR headset in hand. “Come on, we have to start over now- thanks to someone.”

“You started it!” Levi shoots back grabbing up his gear as well. He fiddles with it for a moment before glancing back at you. You were oblivious to inner turmoil over this admission. A naval admiral was one thing. Humans had them too, that wasn’t too much for you to comprehend. Being a devil was easy enough to understand too, at least in his mind. But eating people? Shouldn’t you be more concerned? “So-that’s it?”

You look up questioningly. “What’s it?”

He raises a purple brow. “You have nothing else to say? I just admitted to eating people!”

“Not really.” You shrug. “I can’t get too pressed about it. It’s not like you are human. I’m like what-at the bottom of the food chain to you, right?” Levi nods. “See! So no point stressing over it. ‘Sides, you haven’t munched on me yet.” You turn your attention back to the screen, flicking your controller to wake his flat-screen back up. “Unless~” He gulps at the sly eyebrow wiggle you throw at him, the shit eating grin that accompanied it only made him worry. “Perhaps you just have an appetite for seamen.”

Your peals of laughter mix with his shrill yelps of objection, as he tackles you. His previous worries were completely forgotten by your teasing.

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan

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theeerealpunkin · 4 years ago

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Blue and Grey (Intrulogical)

Heya peeps! Since so many people seemed to like this, I thought I’d make a short One-Shot about one of the headcannons specifically

I didn’t want to make it too long so sorry if it sucks or something

Pairing: Intrulogical (Remus x Logan)

Prompt: Logan died his bangs blue when Roman made fun of Remus one too many times for the grey streak

"Ever heard of hair brushes? One of those could fix the mess that's living on your head."

Logan shook his head. This was getting ridiculous.

"What? There's nothing living there. Though now that you said it, that is actually a really good idea.."

"Remus? Remus what are you thinking about?!"

There was a slight panic in the Princes' voice and Logan knew without looking up that Roman had gone pale.

Next was a shriek and it was almost impossible to keep his posture and act ignorant to the twins antics.

"All I wanted was for you to brush your hair every once in a while!", Roman screamed while fleeing the living room, Remus right behind him. "Stop telling it to attack me!!"

Logan just sighed, ignoring the feeling of warmth when Remus made eyecontact with him and send him a sly grin.

"Why can't you just fix it?"

Logan took a deep breath.

"Why can't you just fix your face?"

"We have the same face, you idiot!"

He counted to ten, his eyes closed and hands balled to fists.

"I'm still the hotter twin."

"Oh yeah? Well, uh.. at least I wasn't thrown away as a kid!"

He counted to hundred, hoping the anger would dissappear by the time he opened his eyes back up.

"It just.. it looks so wrong, can't you see that?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, momentarily distracted from the book in his lap.

"Does not. You look wrong."

He had to fight back a smile at that. Remus always made sure that his insults sounded more like what a kindergartener would say than the literal embodiment of Intrusive thoughts, painfully aware of how easy it was to destroy Romans ego.

"At least I'm not the one that IS wrong."

The smile vanished. The same couldn't be said for his brother.

"Why is it even grey? Are you secretly one of those, like, old dudes that scream at kids?"

Things were usually calmer when Virgil participated in their regular bickering, neither of the brothers wanted to skyrocket his anxiety after all.

"HAH! I'd give them nightmares for the following weeks!"

'No, you wouldn't.', Logan thought with a smirk hidden behind his book. Remus had a soft spot for kids, always telling Thomas to make funny faces at every kid they saw on the streets.

"And that is exactly why we warn the children on my side of the Imagination about you. No child would survive longer than five minutes in your care."

Remus flinched and even Virgil looked a bit shocked at Romans words.

Logan calmly placed his book next to him on the couch and stood up.

"Remus, I hate to interrupt, but I need some assistance with an experiment. Would you mind 'lending me a hand'? Was that correct?"

Virgil nodded absentmindedly, apparently still not sure how to react to the scene in front of him.

Remus' shoulders dropped, but he forced a big grin on his face before shuffling over to Logan who immediately took his hand and sunk them out to his room where Remus crashed into him, hugging him as if his life depended on it.

Logan sighed.

"No no, I'm intrigued, don't get me wrong. I just don't understand how you plan on backing up the point you have been making for the last five minutes?"

Logan looked up at Remus expectantly, who had his tongue stuck out between his teeth. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but the other side looked simply adorable. His hair and mustache were messes, having just woken up, still clothed in nothing but a green tank top and black boxershorts.

"Are you seriously asking me to give you reasons to leave your bed and get coffee? Coffee?"

As often, his eyes seemed to be stuck to the grey streak in the others hair and he had to literally fight down the urge to run his fingers through it.

There was just something about that streak.. Logan couldn't even tell what it was, but-

"Coffee, Logan. Coffee."

His lips stretched in a small smile, coffee did sound pretty good. But then again, so did staying in bed, his face pressed against Remus' chest and his arms around his torso.

"Argh, I can't say no to you when you're so adorable! You have no right to be so cute! I should cut off your lips then you can't smile like that anymore and-"

Logan pulled Remus back down, effectively silencing him with a kiss.

His hands moved up to play with the curly mess that was his boyfriends hair almost immediately.

Remus grinned against his lips. "You have a hair fetish, you know that right? I didn't even know that exists unti-"

Logan just kissed him again.

It really was only a matter of time before Roman noticed his looks. Of course, the other sides knew about their relationship. Remus was incredibly affectionate after all. And if Remus was set on cuddling, there really was nothing Logan could do to stop him.

But once Roman noticed how Logans eyes kept returning to Remus hair, the temporarily forgotten discussions started anew.

He didn't understand what it was that irked Roman about the others hair. Sure, it was a mess, brown locks standing up in every direction, leaves or sometimes short sticks (or.. other stuff Logan didn't want to think about) stuck in the curls, but he failed to see how that was any of Romans business.

Especially the streak seemed to bother him. Over time, the Princes' comments turned from friendly stabs into more.. hurtful things. And Logan felt like punching Roman in the face for every night that a still very unstable Remus cried himself to sleep next to him. He had changed so much to be accepted, tried to keep his thoughts to himself, bathed regularly (even though he hated it and would rather just spend entire days in the Imagination in his octopus form) and he even ate regularly, reserving the deodorant for really, really bad days.

Logan found that it hurt, to see Remus change everything that made him, well, Remus, only for it to not be enough, never be enough for the only side he really wanted to impress.

And he was about fed up with Roman for making his brother feel bad about being himself.

His hand moved through Remus hair, delicately entangling the knots that always seemed to be there, fingers softly running through the grey streak and his heart broke when Remus flinched away.

"I should just.. get rid of it.."

Logan closed his eyes so Remus wouldn't see the fury that surely burned in them.

"What are you doing here, you lovable nerd? And why the beanie? Are you hiding something?" Remus' eyes lit up a bright green for a second. "Did someone cut off all your hair while you were sleeping? Or did it fall off? Is it splotchy or are you just completely bald? Or-"

Logan pressed his lips against Remus', effectively disrupting the stream of thoughts that went through the others head.

Remus sent him a small grin. "Thanks"

Logans heart jumped a little in his chest, despite being anatomically impossible.

"You look good in the beanie, by the way.", Remus pulled the other side closer, wrapping both his arms around Logan in the process. "I still wanna know what you're doing here though. There are monsters round here, you know?"

"Oh I know." Logan grinned right back at him. "I also know that you already told everyone on this side of the Imagination that you'd kill them if they lay a hand on me."

"Oh, you know that, huh?"

Oh, this stupid adorable shy look on Remus would be the end of him! Any moment now, Logan would fall over and die of a heart attack or something like that.

"But to answer your other question.." Ignoring the soft blush on his cheeks, Logan slowly pulled the beanie down, his eyes figuratively glued to the ground. When Remus didn't react for a few moments, doubt and regret spread in his chest.

Oh, this had been a stupid idea. He was making a fool out of himself. Remus was probab-

"woah"

And then Logans eyes shot open again and he forgot to breath for a few seconds.

Remus was running his fingers through his bangs, incredibly gentle, his eyes opened wide- wider than humanly possible-, lips slightly parted.

Logan leaned into the soft contact, stress leaving his body slowly.

A sigh escaped him, moving the freshly blue died bangs around a bit.

"Wow!", Remus eventually forced out around the lump in his throat. "I thought you'd never dye your hair?"

Logan shrugged, the shy smile on his face, the one that only Remus got to see, the one that made Remus fall for him over and over again.

"I know it looks different and might take some time to get used to, but.." In one motion, Logan run his fingers through the streak in the other sides hair. "I don't.. care what the others think. I just want you to be happy. And if this is what it takes for Roman to finally shut up?"

He pulled Remus closer, who still looked at him in complete awe, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"I'd dye my hair a different color every day for the rest of my life if that makes you happy, Rem."

"You.. you are the sappiest, perfectest side I've ever met." Remus eventually answered, eyes still glued to the new color in Logans hair, voice softer than usual. "And I'm gonna kiss you now cause I have no idea how to thank you for something like that.."

Logan just let himself be pulled in the arms of the walking furnace of a side and smiled against his lips.

Roman didn't dare say anything about the new color the next day.

Or the day after that, when Virgil came down for breakfast with freshly colored purple bangs, sending both Remus and Logan a small smile and a thumbs up.

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#sanders siders #sanders sides fanfiction #remus the duke sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #Logan the teach #remus x logan #intrulogical #intrulogical fanfiction #Intrulogical for the win #roman is kind of a jerk #first fanfic on tumblr #first sanders sides fanfic

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bogkeep · 3 years ago

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theo’s tarot collection

hi hello i suffer from a terrible ailment called I Keep Acquiring New Tarot Decks Even Though I Am A Tarot Newbie.... so i figured i could do a little writeup about my decks if anyone is interested in that :’) basically i started doing tarot in 2019 because i couldn’t get a hold of a therapist (i was put on a year long waitlist WAHOO) so i basically. self-medicated with tarot readings hahaha. i had a friend who gave me a lot of really good advice and had done some readings for me before who felt immensely comforting. the way i read them is like... it allows you to confront your situation and your emotions through a new angle, but you gotta be brave enough to do it - or ask someone to do it for you. it can be a really intense but also cathartic experience. it’s not for everyone! but i like it. i still consider myself a novice and still learning so i am not in ANY way trying to paint myself as a Knowledgabl Tarot Witch - in a perfect timeline that’s who i wish i was, but i’m ultimately just some guy with a solid appreciation for art and personal growth.

ANYWAY... onto my DECKS (the tumblr post will probably squish the quality outta my photos so i’m gonna link the URLs for Full View)

Children of Litha by Alexandria Huntington

i consider this my main and first deck (i am NOT counting the official homestuck deck i bought as a teen just because i wanted to look at the art. no offense to the homestuck deck i’m just not gonna use fandom decks)! i picked it out but my Tarot Friend gifted it to me... i think it’s a very good starter deck for me personally, and it’s the deck i’ve bonded with and used the most. i even put a fancy sticker on the box as part of the bonding process. i always feel so bad for all of my other decks because i haven’t been able to dedicate as much time for them as i have this one... so it’s definitely the deck i go to for the most accurate readings for myself. Vibes and Thematic Coherence: the art in this is so beautiful and elegant. the symbolism more or less draws on the classic smith-waite deck, but redrawn for its theme. i like that it has a very consistent imagery! out of the major arcana, the fool is the only fully human character - every other character is part animal in some way or other. then the suit of swords depicts birds, winged insects and the air element, coins depict ungulates and equines and earth, wands has felines and canines and fiery imagery, and cups has fish and creatures of and in the sea. the court cards have humans. the suit symbols are always depicted consistently, as white silhouettes. there are also two extra cards: the all and the void. Pamphlet: the reason i think this was a good starter deck is because both because the art feels very intuitive about what it depicts (to me, at least), the descriptions in the pamphlet describe what is happening and why the artist chose this motif for this card. it has honestly helped me remember the meanings a lot, because i’ll be reading the other decks and be like “oh that’s the octopus card i know what the octopus card is about”. there are also little poems next to the main descriptions that work as a pretty solid tl;dr for the core meanings. i also like that the court cards are referred to in the sense of like... a knight is “a young person with masculine energy” rather than “a young man”. it feels more fluid and vibe-y about gender than traditional decks ya feel. on a range from Abstract to Directness this one feels like it sits pretty comfortable in the middle, maybe leaning on Abstractness. it has always given me gentle instructions and advice.

Cardfeel: the cards are very smooth and nice with gold edges. the cards are not NOT solid, but i wish they had been a little thicker because i’m always afraid i’m going to accidentally damage them - but that’s probably a feeling i have about most of my possessions tbh!! i think they’re a good size, too, at least for my small hands. they’re more on the long/slender side so they are good for me to shuffle. i also like the box, it’s a hard flip box with a magnet. i think u can’t go wrong with that. this is the deck i’ve travelled with the most (did u know hotel beds are the best tarot reading spaces. for some reason they just Work). The Spacious Tarot by Annie Ruygt and Carrie Mallon

this is one i really like a lot and want to use more! i absolutely adore the concept of it, but it’s a little harder for me to read than the Litha one. Vibes and Thematic Coherence: this one is like!!! it’s about the open space and the quietness. the vibes are IMMACULATE. the cards aren’t filled to the brim with happenstance and symbolism, but they each feel like a little refuge. very meditative. i also like that the court cards are not gendered at all - there is no page, knight, queen and king, but rather child, explorer, guardian and elder. i am really into that, especially as steps of mastery of their suit. i do think that this deck is probably easier to read if you’re more experienced with tarot meanings and symbolisms, because the illustrations aren’t necessarily that intuitive. Pamphlet: i haven’t read through this one very much, but i think it’s more on the abstract side of the Abstract to Direct scale. it might just feel like that because it describes what the card symbolizes without drawing much on what the card depicts - it is generally a pretty abstract and meditative deck. i like it for what it is! but it’s harder for me to read than my main Litha deck. Cardfeel: there’s something about the cardfeel i wish was different. they’re perfectly ok cards, they’re smooth and not too thin, but i still wish they had had more heft or something. while the cards fit very well into my hands i think maybe they could’ve been Larger to emphasize their motifs of openness and space. or texture. or gilded edges. i really don’t know what i want. the box however is very good and easy to open and use!! never underestimate a good box.

Tarot of the Divine by Yoshi Toshitani

this is a deck i Had To Get because i knew the artist was working on it and i was always Planning To... it is not a deck i use very often but i absolutey adore it. you can also get it with an accompanying fairytale book, i thought i had ordered that but i was Wronge. Vibes and Thematic Coherency: it depicts motifs and characters from stories, myths, and fairytales from a vast variety of cultures. it’s AMAZING. the art is so clean and crisp and i was VERY EXCITED to find a card drawing on a sami story (page of coins)! i don’t have a lot to say except that yoshi yoshitani has done some incredible work on this. Pamphlet: while i do not have the Fairytale Book edition, the pamphlet is really super nice because it shows pictures of the cards, lists what story it depicts and where the story is from, gives a short description for how this scene or character embodies the card. it then lists some of the Card Characteristics beneath. very simple but very nice. i really like pamphlets that explain Why the artist picked the motifs they did - for me personally it really helps me connect to the deck and their symbols. it’s probably more on the Direct side of the scale thanks to this. Cardfeel: these are textured!! they feel like the playing card deck my grandmother has, which feels apt to me. textures make the cards feel solid to me. they’re also a very nice size to hold. the edges are not guilded, but with the white frames it looks good and nice. the box is nice but also Large, possibly to fit with the book? might not be ideal for travel, but there’s nothing stopping you from getting a different box or pouch.

The Star Spinner Tarot by Trung Le Nguyen

my most recent deck... i KNEW about the artist and the deck from before, but wasn’t PLANNING to get it, but then i saw it in the comic book store and i wasn’t able to pass it by. no regrets, it’s a wonderful deck. Vibes and Thematic Coherence: absolutely lovely art and style. it’s another deck drawing on fairytale themed motifs. i’m loving the use of colors and circles. it also has four different cards for the Lovers so you can choose which one(s) speak to you the most, something i think is just wonderful. i think the only thing i found a little... odd? was that the suit of Wands looks kinda same-y, which isn’t a bad thing, but it was the only suit that looked that way to me. they’re still very very nice. ALSO THE BACK OF THE CARDS ARE SHINY. I JUST THINK THAT’S VERY LOVELY. as a Physical Product these are chef’s kiss. Pamphlet: on the Abstract to Directness scale, these are VERY DIRECT. the pamphlet doesn’t say a lot about why the cards depict what they do, but go straight into card meaning, and in a very unambiguous way. i think it can both work very well, leaving you little room to avoid your feelings, but it also has a higher margin to miss completely. for being such a cutesy deck full of fairies the pamphlet is definitely giving you a smack at the side of your head. i haven’t used this deck a lot yet due to its newness, but i definitely want to try it out more to see what it does to me.

Cardfeel: out of all of my decks i think this has the best cardfeel... the cards feel really solid, and have a very good size that feel just right for them. like i sort of fell in love with the deck when i actually started shuffling it and browsing the cards. buying cards - especially on the internet - can be a gamble because you Can’t Know The Cardfeel. with decks like the Spacious Tarot i got a little dissappointed, but this one was a very pleasant surprise. also the box is very good and look like a work of art. The Fyodor Pavlov Tarot

honestly one of my new favourite decks that i ABSOLUTELY am going to use more and become more familiar with. also a deck that i knew the artist was working on, and supported the kickstarter the moment it was announced. my deck also came with two Magician cards and i don’t know why. extra wizard for me??? Vibes and Thematic Coherence: the look and feel of this deck is Immaculate. it looks very classical and traditional (and absolutely gorgeous), it is grounded in the classical smith-waite imagery but Expands Upon It, draws on the diversity of human culture and experiences... also loving the energy of “THIS CARD IS TRANS NOW AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT” many cards have (most famously the Lovers, but i don’t want to post pics of any of the cards depicting nudity or risqué themes on tumblr). i absolutely adore the knight of coins card (THE HORSE IS HIS FRIEND AND SERVICE ANIMAL!!). it’s just Really Very Good. also the backside has pretty Shiny stars and i like it. Pamphlet: i really like this one. it is a deeply personal pamphlet, where fyodor pavlov directly discusses his relationship to the cards and why he chose the motifs he did. it feels really grounded in the world we live in, and also such a vulnerable thing to share with us all. it’s on the Direct side of the scale without necessarily telling you “the card is definitely this one thing”. my only wish is that it was easier to navigate at a glance. Cardfeel: THEY ARE TEXTURED!!! these cards are definitely long and slender and benefit someone with larger hands than mine, but i still like them a lot. i do wish they had been a smidge heavier just so i wouldn’t worry so much about damaging them... but i don’t want to be ungrateful. the deck and the box are wonderfully crafted. The Botanica Tarot by Kevin Jay Stanton

oh boy did i support the kickstarter for this one... i had actually bought the major arcana when it was the only version available, and then the artist decided to make a full deck. it’s an absolute work of art. Vibes and Thematic Coherence: oh boy oh boy does it serve vibes and thematic coherence. it’s Plants all the way down, OBVIOUSLY, but also like... every card in the minor arcana depicts their suit in its own way. like the range of coins/currency from various times and cultures?? AMAZING. looking at the art of this deck is a DELIGHT. every card manages to be beautiful and interesting despite there not being a single living creature depicted on any of them. i WILL say they, same as the spacious tarot, are not the most intuitive to read if you’re not super familiar with either the Plants or the meanings of the cards. Pamphlet: you can fit so much plant knowledge in this one. i got a version of the deck with a beautiful little book, but there’s also a small pamphlet that follows the deck itself (which i admittedly have not looked too closely at yet). there’s descriptions for why this specific plant has been chosen for each card, and then some Card Meaning Keywords. so definitely on the Abstract side of my imaginary tarot pamphlet scale, because you mostly have plant symbolism to go on. i haven’t done a lot of readings with this deck, i’ll be honest - but it’s a beautiful treasure that i adore. Cardfeel: they’re Smoothe and Guilded edges. they can feel a little wide for my hands, but not so much that i cannot shuffle. i think maybe a smidge of texture wouldve been good with this deck since it would fit the look of the painted art. i also did get like... a big kickstarter reward version of this deck. it came in a tin box with extra treasures and a cloth and pins... the actual card box itself is beautiful to look at, but i have to say that the one i got is VERY HARD TO OPEN. i might transfer the cards into a pouch if i want to be reading them more often. IKEA deck

yes this is a meme deck and i don’t really use it but I WANTED TO SHARE... i think the major arcana is very cool and funny, but i was dissappointed to find that the suit cards are just “ikea part but Multiple Times”. it also does not come with a pamphlet. also yes yes it’s funny that the names of the cards are spelled in a “silly ikea word language” BUT IKEA NAMES ARE JUST SWEDISH....... IT’S NOT A SECRET LANGUAGE IT’S JUST SWEDISH............ it’s a funny deck to have and it doesn’t take up much space so eh! shrugs!!! The Lubanko Tarot by Emily Lubanko

another kickstarter deck... it’s gorgeous but there is a chance i might gift it to someone else. not because i regret getting it or don’t like it, but because i already have so many decks that speak to me, while this one gives me vibes of serving someone else better. does that make any sense? i admittedly haven’t looked at the pamplet so much so i think i’m going to skip that description for this one. Vibes and Thematic Coherency: the MOVEMENT and the COLORS... it’s Capturing Feelings in a really good way. i mean. i got it for the vibes and it’s serving vibes. Cardfeel: Smoothe Cards. shiny silver edges, like a slippery fish in a rapid river. it feels good and right for this deck. also good box. i know most of these decks have Good Box, it’s just the botanica one that let me down by being difficult. The Oriens Tarot by AmbiSun

i don’t have this deck anymore, i gifted it to my boyfriend... i found these pics on my twitter. it’s one of the first decks i supported on kickstarter and it’s VERY pretty, and it has HOLOGRAPHIC RAINBOW EDGES HOT DAMN. it’s another one of those instances where i Yearned for it and then found that it didn’t fit me as well as i had hoped. tarot is just one of those things where you have to find what Works for you. at this time the children of litha was working so well for me and i really liked the depiction of animals in it, i wasn’t able to connect to another animal deck in the same way... and it was before my tarot collection snowballed into what i have now. C’EST LA VIE ... i don’t have a smith-waite deck. i’m a fake tarot fan. i am however familiarizing myself by following Jessica Dore on twitter and subscribing to her monthly newsletters. i really love how she talks about these cards and how she interprets them.

#tarot #i have also backed the alleymans tarot on kickstarter because of course i have.#i'll get back to you when i have it.

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[CN] Love Carnival - Part 4 (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for an event which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

There are five parts in total! Brace yourself for tons of fluff :>

Part 3: here

[ LUCIEN ]

Looking around the adorably and warmly decorated cafeteria, and then the little gift that came along with the meal, I’m a little confused.

A few minutes ago, we were thinking about what to have for dinner, and we walked into this warm and adorably decorated small shop.

But we didn’t expect...

MC: I really didn't think it’d be so “hardcore”.

I hold up the little gift, placing it in between Lucien and I.

It’s different from the small ornaments and objects with a feminine aura from my memories.

This cafeteria gives a heart-shaped Burr puzzle to patrons who order the couple set.

MC: The dishes are so delicious that they’re comparable to top-grade restaurants. Even the gifts they provide are just as hardcore. It’s amazing.

Lucien is tickled by my dead serious expression.

Lucien: Looks like the organiser has put in much effort, wanting to leave every visitor with unforgettable and happy memories.

MC: But giving visitors a heart which can’t be unlocked - what’s the owner of the shop thinking...

Without a proper strategy, I play with the Burr puzzle, and can’t help but grumble.

Lucien chuckles, taking this “heart” from my hand.

Lucien: With a little technique, it can be opened easily.

He sits slightly closer to me. Slowing down, he gives me a demonstration while explaining the technique of how to unlock the Burr puzzle.

With the movement of his fingertips and a gentle tug, the wooden lock, which was linked for a very long time, opens, revealing a tiny empty space in the heart which can be used to store things.

MC: Even though you’re already sick of this phrase, I still have to say - Lucien, you’re truly incredible.

Lucien: If I say that I haven’t gotten sick of this phrase, would you be willing to say it to me even more times?

Lucien turns his head over slightly to look at me. In his eyes are the familiar smile and slyness I’m most familiar with.

MC: If I say it, will I get a special prize from Professor Lucien?

After hearing this, Lucien actually ponders over it.

He narrows his eyes slightly, as though he’s facing the most complex, important, and difficult question.

Lucien: If it’s a prize...

All of a sudden, he leans over to my ear. Every gentle word brushes against my outer ear, trickling into my heart.

Lucien: Would an especially happy Lucien be enough?

MC: ...Professor Lucien, that’s called being unreasonable.

Lucien: Is that so? I even thought you’d be very satisfied with it.

Lucien blinks, pretending to be taken aback.

Just when I think of how to best turn the tables, he places the wooden mortise of the Burr puzzle, which is used to store items, in my hand.

Lucien: Want to think of what to put in here? Given its structure, I’m thinking this is a safer place to store tiny keepsakes.

MC: Yes.

I turn towards the staff at the side, asking for a few sheets of post-its and pens, and also to allowing the temperature on my face to dissipate.

After we write on our respective notes for a while, Lucien and I exchange them.

On mine, there’s a simple drawing of a man opening a lock, a handsome smile on his face.

What Lucien hands over is a sketch.

In the simple composition, in the midst of light and shadow, he impressively draws me.

The me in the picture has her head lowered, writing on the post-it note, smiling very sweetly.

MC: Now, we’re doubly satisfied!

[ VICTOR ]

We walk and pause, finally ending up before the Pendulum ride.

Pointing at the attraction, where shrill cries can be heard constantly, I think of that children’s day when he had taken the “Time Traveler” ride with me.

And how time had stopped for a few seconds during the descent.

[Note] This is a reference to Fairytale Date!

MC: Want to give this a try?

I turn my head, looking at Victor expectantly.

Victor: No.

As I expected, Victor rejects me.

MC: Victor, could you be scared?

Victor: Of course not.

His expression is stern, and he looks forward.

MC: In that case, ride it with me!

While saying this, I pull him along with me and we sit down.

There’s still some time before the ride begins. The chatter and laughter from people in the queue before us continuously drift over.

Enthusiastic visitor: A friend of mine took the Pendulum before. When it was over, he calmly said that it wasn’t much. In the end, he started puking after taking a few steps.

Happy visitor: Hahahaha, the same thing happened to my colleague. He sat for the ride in another place once, and screamed until his voice was hoarse at work the next day. He had to drink chinese medicine for the entire day.

I’m somewhat tickled by the conversations.

MC: They’re speaking so exaggeratedly. How could that be possible? What do you think?

The criticism I expected doesn’t arrive.

Finding this a little odd, I look at Victor, realising that he’s strapping on his seatbelt seriously, his expression stern.

Oh...?

I really wish I could take out my phone and snap a picture of this Victor before me.

The Pendulum truly lives up to its name.

At first, I even thought it’d be so-so.

But when the Pendulum’s amplitude grows increasingly larger, till it feels like I’m being tossed around, I can’t help but scream.

MC: Ahhhhh--

This! Is! Too! Scary!

Just when I’m forced to sit through these parabolic motions, my left hand is gently held onto by someone.

Bracing against the violent wind, I open my eyes. Victor is sitting straight and quietly in his seat. His posture is tense, yet he looks as though he’s very calm.

Amid the shrill screams, I can vaguely hear his voice.

Victor: Don’t be afraid.

Stepping off the Pendulum, I immediately grasp for the railing at the side.

However, when I see Victor’s crooked tie and slightly unkempt hair, I can’t help but burst into laughter.

This time, I don’t let this chance slip by, and keep this dishevelled Victor in my phone.

I make a decision to have this picture printed out to be placed at the bedside.

Victor: ...what are you doing this time?

MC: Nothing, nothing! Oh yes, what do you think of this attraction?

Victor: ...so-so.

MC: If you’re afraid, you can just say so. It’s a normal human reaction, and I won’t laugh at you.

Victor: I’m not afraid.

MC: In that case...

I look at Victor, my smile growing wider.

MC: Let’s ride it again!

Victor: ...

MC: You aren’t going to prove that you aren’t afraid?

Victor: Let’s go then.

MC: Eh?

Victor: Since you’re so enthusiastic about this ride, you’ll definitely experience it together with me. Am I wrong?

Seeing Victor arch his brows slightly, and turning my game against me, I respond with certainty--

MC: I’m sorry! We’ll head to another attraction right now!

[ KIRO ]

The cafeterias in the Love Carnival must have gone through a lot of designing in order for moe flowers to appear easily for couples.

Every single themed cafe is packed to the brim. I hurriedly pull Kiro, who is wearing a wig, away from these “danger zones”.

There aren’t many people in the forest right now, leaving only the rustling of leaves.

MC: It’s a good thing I thought of this scenario beforehand.

Kiro: Deng deng deng deng!

When we speak in unison yet again, we retrieve picnic mats from our individual bags, and look at each other blankly.

MC: ...I made enough for two. Did you also buy two sets?

Kiro: I was worried the cafeterias would be too crowded and we’d be hungry.

Kiro: But...

His voice grows soft, and I don’t know what he’s struggling with.

In the end, he purses his lips, turning his eyes to me.

Kiro: I didn’t buy them.

MC: ...hm?

He chuckles in embarrassment, spreading the picnic mat smoothly on the ground, and taking out food boxes from the bag.

Seeing these food boxes, I’m left slightly stunned. Based on my memory of how long I’ve known Kiro, it seems that I've never had a taste of his cooking.

Kiro: I was thinking that since today is such a special day, even if we couldn’t sit in a cafeteria to have a couple set meal, we should at least have something special. I don’t want you to be left with any regrets today, so I was wondering how to make things different for you.

Kiro: And then... [laughs sheepishly] what you see in front of you happened.

I lift up Kiro’s food box. The rice has been scooped up in a crooked manner. Although the carrots could be said to be in heart-shapes, they look more like the heads of an arrow.

In the messy omelette, the ham seems to have sneaked out secretly. Perhaps it wanted to have a breath of air after being in such an enclosed space.

The octopus sausages are like blooming fireworks, hiding in the gigantic rice ball, too shy to see anyone. Meanwhile, the sandwich looks incredibly full, and it seems to have chicken drumsticks in it.

This looks like a far from perfect bento - shoddy and clumsy.

Kiro: ...what’s in front of you is already the best attempt.

MC: How many times did you make this?!

Kiro: I’ll let it remain an undisclosed secret forever.

He places his palm on his chest, closing his eyes and saying this quietly.

Chuckling, I hand the bento that I've prepared to him. In exchange, he gives me a few minutes’ worth of praises.

MC: This seems to be the first time I’m eating what you made.

Kiro: There shouldn’t be a problem.

He looks at me with certainty. His expression is exceptionally serious, causing me to laugh aloud.

MC: Why didn’t you show this to me before?

Kiro: They weren’t good enough.

MC: Have you met your standards now?

Kiro: Of course not! I just felt... that you’d be happy with this.

His eyes are bright, akin to a sun being hidden by soft clouds which are unable to shroud the light.

This perfectionist is slowly, bit by bit, willing to display the areas he isn’t perfect in before me.

Like the tender belly of a kitten.

MC: I’m especially happy. But if something does happen, you’ll have to take responsibility.

Kiro: Of course I’ll take responsibility! Even if nothing happens, I’ll also take responsibility! [laughs] I’ll take responsibility after eating.

The afternoon sunlight is just right. The quiet forest is reminiscent of a small world, embracing us.

MC: I’ll be digging in now!

[ SHAW ]

Ghost masks on sale are hung on the dark red wall. The masks have a sense of antiquity to them, and their bewitching and bizarre appearances look utterly terrifying.

Simply standing at the entrance of the haunted house makes one feel deeply frightened. And the rule of “Only one person can enter at one time” causes several people to shrink away.

Shaw and MC: ...

Shaw: Got the guts?

MC: What’s there to be afraid of?

Shaw: You first, or me?

MC: ...I’ll go first.

With a solemn expression, I prepare to enter. However, my wrist is suddenly gripped by Shaw, and he pulls me back.

Shaw: Wait. I’ll give you something.

I can feel him stuffing something into my hand.

Unfurling my hand, I see a string of Buddhist prayer beads laying quietly in my palm.

MC: ...

Shaw: Have a pleasant journey.

In the pitch-black and narrow pathway, I bite the bullet and move forward at a tortoise’s pace. My hands continuously twist the prayer beads, muttering to myself.

MC: Whether you're a monster, demon, or ghost, don’t come and scare me, don’t come and scare me...

Thud--

Footsteps sound from behind me, and the hair on my body immediately stands on end.

I’m rooted to the spot. After a few seconds, when I muster the courage to turn around, a hand plops onto my left shoulder.

MC: !!!

At this moment, my blood seems to freeze.

I quietly wait for two seconds, but nothing happens. Suddenly, there’s a twinge of hope in my heart--

Maybe it’s Shaw!

Thinking of how he usually likes to play tricks on me, I become even more certain of my guess.

With a deep breath, I give myself some courage and turn my head.

MC: Shaw--

??: Fuu.......

MC: ...

MC: IT’S A GHOST AHHHH--

With a speed which human eyes can’t capture, I huddle and curl into a corner, using my hand to cover my left ear, sensing goosebumps spreading across my entire body.

Along with my heartrending exclamation, a stream of chuckles resound at the same time.

??: It’s me.

Silvery white electricity appears in the darkness.

The person who’s speaking walks over to me. He squats down, a smile hanging on his lips, looking as though his prank has succeeded.

Shaw: Who was the one who made a solemn vow that she wouldn’t be scared?

I glare angrily at the person before me.

MC: I knew it was you! When you deliberately scare someone, of course they’d be scared! It’s an instinctive reaction. Also, you can scare someone to death, you know!

Weakly and helplessly, I hug myself tight. My voice is also trembling slightly.

He seems to be at a slight loss. After a while, he speaks.

Shaw: ...fine, I was wrong this time.

Perhaps genuinely feeling apologetic, Shaw pauses, his voice also a little more gentle.

Shaw: Hey, want to know a way so you wouldn't be scared?

MC: ...what is it?

I lift my head from my knees in curiosity.

He offers me a hand, his eyes crinkling slightly, filled with a wilful light.

Shaw: Follow me and they won’t scare you.

Shaw and I hold hands as we continue down this cramped pathway.

Because he’s by my side, I feel much more composed.

Female ghost: I’m~ Filled~ With~ Hatred...

All of a sudden, a hand plops onto my shoulder. Shaw and I pause in our footsteps.

I subconsciously tighten my grip on Shaw’s hand. In the next moment, I feel him returning the gesture with a squeeze.

Courage fills my heart. With this, Shaw and I turn around together...

??: IT’S A GHOST AHHHH--

Another shrill cry fills the pathway.

This time, however, the cry doesn’t belong to me, but to the “female ghost” with dishevelled hair.

Shaw extinguishes the electricity in his hand. He removes the ghost masks we saw at the entrance earlier, and laughs.

Shaw: If you want to scare me, you’ve got to put in more practise.

[ GAVIN ]

MC: What should we go for next?

Gavin and I are walking along the street, searching for our next target. A row of vending machines attract my attention.

The line of vending machines contain all sorts of toy capsules. From keychains to ornaments, there’s everything one could wish for.

Especially that one containing couple keychains. The furry keychains look exceptionally adorable.

I notice that Gavin has paused in front of one vending machine.

It’s a vending machine containing robots.

I vaguely recall watching a cartoon related to it when I was young. However, I wasn’t very interested in it, and never really understood it.

However, this looks like something Gavin would like.

MC: Gavin, there’s one vending machine I’d like to try. Could you wait here for me?

Gavin: Coincidentally, I do too.

I grin, nodding at him.

MC: Let’s split up and get the toy capsules we want, and we’ll meet back here later?

When we meet up again, I place the toy capsule in Gavin’s hand with satisfaction.

MC: Open it and take a look? Do you like it?

Gavin twists the toy capsule open, and surprise flashes across his eyes.

Gavin: I like it.

While he speaks, he pieces it together simply, letting the small, monochrome robot stand in his palm.

The little robot is holding a gun in one hand, and a shield in the other. Behind it is a structure resembling a one-sided wing.

On top of its circular head is a yellow antenna. Along with its four short limbs, it looks extremely cute.

Gavin: This is my favourite model.

MC: I got it randomly, and didn’t expect to get the right one.

Gavin: I was lucky too.

Gavin smiles, takes out a toy capsule, and opens it.

It happens to be the furry couple keychains I saw earlier.

One of them has soft and long ears, while the other has straight, sharp ears.

Gavin keeps the one with sharp ears, then carefully attaches the doll with the long ears on my bag. Pleased, he nods.

Gavin: Mm, it suits you.

Gavin keeps the little robot in his pocket, and the keychain swings next to me.

Seeing the gifts we’ve exchanged, sweetness brims from the depths of my heart.

MC: Having been with you for such a long time, I feel that my knowledge has been expanded.

Gavin: I've learnt quite a lot too.

Gavin pauses, then continues confidently.

Gavin: For instance, that the lipstick you're wearing today is the colour of red bean paste. And that you’ve curled your fringe slightly.

Pleasantly surprised, I blink and want to give him a round of applause for his perfect answer.

MC: What else?

Gavin: Also, that I have to separate the white from the yolk when making fried rice. And that succulents don’t need that much watering.

MC: Then... what are the steps to preparing sliced fish boiled in chilli oil?

Probably not expecting that I’d suddenly pose a question, he ponders it carefully before responding in an exceptionally solemn manner.

Gavin: I can’t explain it right now, but I noted it down in my notes.

After he finishes speaking, we look at each other, then laugh in unison.

MC: Gavin, tell me more about this robot. And about basketball, motorcycles, planes and all the things you like.

Gavin: Okay. I’m hoping that you’d give me more cooking classes too.

The corners of his lips curl upwards slightly, and fragments of sunlight flash in his eyes.

Gavin: I want to have an even better understanding of everything to do with you.

Part 5: here

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers

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imtryingthisout · 5 years ago

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A Story for Virgil: The King and His Songbird

[for @sanderssides-magicalgirlau by @nachosforfree

Word count: 1686

Warnings: Unsympathetic Patton, imprisonment, implied abuse]

Once Upon A Time there was a kingdom that lay by the Sea. A beautiful kingdom, if there ever was one, for the King liked beautiful things, and wished to surround himself with them.

The marble halls were lined with grand oil paintings, depicting ancient battles and long past rulers. Intricate silver leafing was sprawled around every doorway, twisting about the numerous large gemstones embedded in the walls. Pale blue like the noon-day Sky.

Yes, the King had a great many beautiful treasures, all of which he loved to admire, yet none he adored so much as his prized Songbird.

The King had met his songbird when he was just a young prince, who had not yet inherited the burden of his father. He had been walking in one of the palace’s many grand and spiralling gardens, enjoying the way the sun’s rays reflected off the blooming flowers. When he heard a most wondrous noise. For there, perched upon a pale-white branch, was a singing songbird. Who had feathers so dark a black they shone violet, and eyes so pure they reflected the emerald leaves.

The Prince was transfixed, for though he had every luxury afforded by his status, he could not have recalled a voice so lovely in all his life. It was softer than even his Mother’s lullabies, and so full of hope it nearly made him weep.

“Hello pretty bird” the Prince called, “why do you sing so sweet?” and the Songbird answered with a rising melody- that if the Prince was a Songbird he would have known meant ‘The sun is high, my stomach is full, the world is fair- so why shouldn’t I sing?” But the Prince was not a bird, and so he simply smiled without understanding.

Eventually the Prince was called inside by his Tutor, and the Songbird was without company. But the Prince returned the next day, and the next. Bringing with him seeds to lure the Songbird down from his perch. Bringing with him stories of laughter to win the Songbird’s trust. And trust him the Songbird did, for it had never had reason not to.

And for a time, all was well.

When the Prince was crowned King, somethings changed, and somethings did not. He still wore square-rimmed glasses, he still made awful jokes. He still loved beautiful things.

Every evening he would walk into his garden, which held itself in a dome of crafted glass, and he would wait for his songbird to fill the air with music.

And for a time, this was enough.

Then one night, after a long day of tiresome work with tiresome people, the King walked into his garden heavy-minded and in his last nerve. For in all his silk and finery, nothing seemed to comfort him anymore. Nothing except his Songbird.

Which is why he was shocked to find his Songbird singling, not to him, but to the son of the palace chef. Who seemed to be enjoying the sound very much- if the relaxed smile on his face was anything to go by.

An unpleasant feeling stirred within the King’s chest. Something dark, somthing ossessive. What had the Chef’s son done to earn his Songbird? Why should he get to listen to it’s grace? He was not a king, just a worker’s child. No one worthy of such a prize like his Songbird.

“Guards” he commanded “There is a trespasser in my garden. Seize him and throw him in the tallest tower”so they did. And For a time, the King though it was good.

But when the King returned to his garden, his Songbird did not sing. When the King asked his advisors, they suggested if he wanted the Songbird so badly- then he should cage it. And so he did.

Like everything else in the King’s palace, the cage was beautiful. Crafted by hand from molten gold, delicate spires of shining wire overlayed each other, letting in the sun. Keeping in the Songbird.

But still days went by, and the Songbird did not sing.

“What did you do?!” Demanded the King, as he stood above the Chef’s son- whose brilliant eyes were dull, and whose leg was most definitely broken “What did you do to my Songbird?”

The Chef’s son wanted desperately to spit upon the King’s face, instead he gave a lazy shrug and slowly said, “I have no idea what you mean? I didn’t do anything to your precious songbird” he smiled, with a tad too much teeth, “nothing he didn’t want anyway”

By the end of the King’s visit the Chef’s son was no longer smiling, and still the Songbird would not sing.

“Pretty Bird, my dear Songbird” the King asked “Why won’t you sing for me?” The Songbird just looked at him, with eyes empty and spiteful. ‘You have taken my love, broken my wings, and caged me in metal and loneliness- what cause do I have, to sing to you?’ But the King could not hear the Songbird’s thoughts. And so they remained.

The Songbird was not the only creature the King kept in his Palace, in fact he had many exotic and fascinating animals. A toxic green octopus in his lake, a komodo dragon in his yard. But perhaps the most deadly and dangerous of these creatures, was the King’s orange tabby cat, which loved to roam the halls.

One day the tabby cat found its way into the room that held the Songbird’s cage. Maybe it was curiosity, or boredom, or simple cruelty- but for whatever reason the Tabbycat decided to jump up upon the table wood- and see what was inside the golden cage.

“My, aren’t you a lovely thing” said the Tabbycat “I wonder why he keeps you up here?” The Songbird said nothing, too focused on the sharp claws scraping along his cage to hear. “Maybe it’s for your feathers, they are such stunning feathers.” He paused. “I wonder what they would feel like between my teeth”

The Songbird said nothing, for what was there to say? They just looked at each other, the Bird and the Tabbycat, until the awful smile slid off the feline’s face, and he told the other “You know- it’s no fun to mess with you if you aren’t going to say anything.”

“....”

“Besides I already know why he likes you, and it has nothing to do with those feathers of yours”

“....”

“Still nothing? How about a deal, if you give me a song, I will use my strength to knock the cage over the table, so that it will break open and you will be free”

The thought of freedom was so great, that it caused the Songbird to open its mouth, and sing.

And sing he did, he sang of sorrow, he sang of joy, he sang of his mother, and he sang of the Baker’s boy. He sang everything the could not say, if only to live for another day.

And when every note faded from the air- the Tabbycat made good on his promise- and kicked the cage off of the table chair.

The Songbird’s wings ached from disuse, and he could not fly with the fractures in his bones. But he still climbed his way up to the Tallest Tower. Where the Chef’s son was being held.

It was dark, in his prison, for the tower had no windows, and whatever slivers of moonlight escaped through the cracks- were hidden by the clouds tonight. It was fitting, in some twist of fate, that the boy who could never stand the sunlight now lived in enteral shadow.

The funny thing was, he didn’t regret it. The King was growing into himself, a man worse than even his forefather, so it was only a matter of time until The Chef’s son slipped up. He was never quite good and falling in line.

Besides, who wouldn’t have snuck into the King’s Private garden? When the orchards were barren and the food scarce- who wouldn’t try to grab some forbidden fruit, when everything good and plentiful was hidden behind the King’s laws and walls?

The fact that the garden also housed the world's most enchanting songbird was non withstanding.

The fact that, that very songbird was now climbing over a hundred flights of stairs to reach him, was something unbeknownst to the Chef’s Son. But it was a fact all the same.

The guards outside the door were overworked and underpaid, dreariness etched into their bones. The songbird bird barely had to chirp before they were out like a light. Asleep at their post.

When the Chef’s Son heard the rumbling of keys being put in the door, he braced himself for another ‘visit’ from the King. His leg had not yet healed from their last chat, and he was not looking forward to another wound. But it wasn’t like he had a choice in the matter.

You can imagine his relief when he saw, not the crazed smile of His Majesty, but the small form of the songbird- the guards keychain still held in its beak.

“Hey babes, what brings you around here” he said casually, but God he could almost cry. He gently picked the Bird up, cradling it in his hands. “I guess he broke you too huh. Wonder what you did to make him so mad?” The Chef’s son was no mind reader- but he swore he could see a mischievous glint in the Songbird’s eye.

“Come on Bonny-Bird, let's get ourselves out of here”

And so the Songbird and the Chef’s Son escapes from the Tower, from the Palace, and from the Kingdom itself. They fled into the Wild Forest, where the sun did it shine bright enough to hurt the Boy’s eyes, and where a flock of Songbirds made their nests within the tall trees. It was land grown feral, and untamed. Beautiful, but not in the ways the King’s Palace was beautiful. It was not perfect, but it was safe. And eventually, it was home.

And so the Boy and the Songbird had many more adventures and lived happily ever after. The End.

#Sanders sides #magical girl au #Virgil sanders #Patton Sanders #unsympathetic patton #remy sleep #Remy Sanders #Remy x Virgil #sleepxiety #fic #writing #story

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iggyalfi2319 · 4 years ago

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Hoodie and rag doll

Warning: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mention of self-harm, mention of dead characters, mention of dysphoria and misuse of pronouns. Small deaging.

If I forget to mention anything else that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me.

Janus waited for the others to leave.

Again, they hadn't been invited for the video.

At this point they were getting used to it, so that wasn't the main reason of why they were holding back their tears and trying very hard to quiet their sobs.

Hearing the others trash talking about them didn't trigger it either but it made it worse.

How the Hell Remus took all the insults and simply brush them off when he first time showed up?

"Take it easy guys, girls and non-binary pals. PEACE OUT!"

Thomas's catchphrase pulled Janus out of their thoughts.

"Another video who went wonderfully well!" Roman said proudly. "And no one to bother us!"

At that Virgil snorted in satisfaction while Patton nodded happily.

Logan remained stoic as usual, but Janus picked up the slight frown on his face.

The snake Side quickly ducked in the corner when the bespectacled man looked in their direction.

*oh no... He saw me....he saw me... He-*

"Now this is over, I suggest we go ingest necessary nutrients." Logan said, adjusting his glasses.

"Let's make a famILY lunch together!" Patton said happily.

Everyone went to the kitchen.

Janus sighed in relief.

When Logan came out.

Again the deceitful Side stiffened.

The Logic Side placed a plate with a couple of apples on the coffee table before leaving again.

Janus blinked.

Apple was their favorite treat, but why Logan would -

The kitchen's door locked with an audible click.

"..."

Janus came out of their hiding spot and went to the plate of apples.

Pink ladies, Golden, Granny Smith...

They smiled softly and picked up the plate, before going to the sunny spot offered by the big window.

They quietly sat down on the floor, enjoying the sunlight, thinking about what happened earlier.

Despite Remus's pleas to stop, Janus went into Virgil's old room. Again.

They put on his old hoodie, feeling the weight of nostalgia and regret crushing them even more everytime they did.

They lingered in the room, the heavy afterglow of Anxiety still affecting them.

"Please, Janus. Stop punishing yourself like that. It won't make him come back and you know that more than anyone else." Remus sighed. "He made his choice. This isn't your fault in any way."

Janus hissed at him, curling up inside the hoodie.

Whoever Virgil liked it or not, he and Janus were sharing similarities.

That included the hissing, stubbornness and short temper, despite Janus denying it.

"Leave me alone..." The snake Side muttered, not bothering to lie.

"You're only hurting yourself... I'm really worried about you..." Remus said with genuine concern.

"I miss the old times..." Janus hugged themself

"So do I." The Duke rubbed their back. "But you need to move on..."

Janus curled more, the hoodie practically swallowing them.

After a few minutes,

"I need some sun..." They mumbled.

"indeed you do." Remus stood up. "But you know how it will end up if the others catch you, especially Virgil..."

Janus sulked.

Remus sighed.

"I... I have something for you..."

Heterochromatic eyes looked at him.

Before widening at the sight of said "thing".

"you..." Janus' breath itched. "You had it all this time..."

"well, it was very hard to find substitute for the missing pieces..." Remus looked away for a second before handing it with a sad smile. "I fixed it the best I could."

The snake Side snatched it and hugged it tightly, their body shaken by their loud sobs.

"I miss him! I miss them! I miss everyone!"

"I know you do, Jay-Jay." Remus hugged them. "I know..."

He let them cry for a while.

Before gently pulling away.

"geez, thanks to you I'm all snotty covered. Mind doing the same on my back?"

Janus hissed at him, really embarrassed.

Remus wiped their face with his sleeve.

"Careful, you don't wanna stain his hoodie, do you?"

"thanks..." Janus hiccuped softly.

"Don't mention it." Remus grinned.

He looked at the clock.

"now now, it's almost lunch. Maybe you'll have a few minutes of sunlight if you're careful."

Janus nodded before hastily leaving.

*a lot happened since you left, Emo...* Remus thought sadly. *And some things remain unchanged...*

Janus finished the last apple from the plate, before yawning.

When was the last time they did that?

That silly habit of always eating an apple before napping.

The others used to tease them about it.

N-apple-ing Remus dubbed it.

The sunlight was nice.

And the hoodie so warm.

A small nap wouldn't hurt... Right?

Janus lied on the floor and curled up, making themself smaller than they already were.

Soon lunch time was over.

"thanks for the meal, Padre!" Roman exclaimed. "Now, who's up for a Disney marathon?"

With the lack of negative answers, he headed to the living room, followed by the others.

Then, Virgil stopped short.

Roman looked in the same direction.

"isn't that your old hoodie?" Patton said, after looking too.

"I was sure I got rid of it..." Virgil growled.

Roman slowly approached it, about to unsheathe his sword.

Before he could make his next move, octopus tentacles suddenly wrapped around him and his mouth, as well as around Virgil and Patton.

Logan remained unphased, as if he knew it would happen.

"I'm sorry but I cannot let you disturb Jay Jay." Remus said, lifting up the struggling Sides as he snatched his brother's sword.

Logan approached the "hoodie".

"May I?" He asked the Duke.

"as long as you don't wake them up." Remus said. "Thanks for the apples by the way. Looks like Janus appreciated them."

Patton shot a look of betrayal at Logan while Roman and Virgil glared at him.

Said logic Side ignored them and picked up the plate.

He pulled out a tissue and gently wiped Janus' mouth.

"They'll never change." Remus said nostalgically yet with his usual IDGAF tone.

"how did you called that again?" Logan asked.

"Apple napping. N-apple-ing." The green Side grinned.

The other three stopped struggling at that. Especially Virgil.

Wearing his hoodie? Eating apples before a nap?

Wait...

If Janus is sound asleep right now, that would mean...

"Yes, they still have "it"." Remus said, uncharacteristically sad.

He slowly put them down.

"you wake them, I'll kill you." He warned.

He let them go before going to Logan.

"I don't see anything new." The logic Side said, checking Janus' arms and extra arms, who were hugging themself.

Roman, Virgil and Patton were confused.

"well, for one, they wear their gloves all the time after I threatened to tape them permanently, and for two, they will do nothing while wearing the Emo's hoodie." Remus said.

"why is that?" Logan asked. "I thought it was hurting them more than anything else?"

"mentally and emotionally, it's wearing them out." Remus sighed. "But that's the only way to keep them from clawing themselves. Because they didn't want to stain it with blood and washing it would meant washing Virge's smell away."

Virgil had a double take.

Not only he just learned that Janus self harmed, but they were also holding onto his... Smell?

He looked at the sleeping Side.

They looked so sad and yet so peaceful.

He shook his head, blocking the flow of memories.

"What is that thing?" Roman asked, pointing at the said thing that Janus had been hugging tightly.

"isn't he so cute all sleepy like that?" Patton cooed.

"Shhhh!" Remus shushed. "And it's they/them!"

"Thomas use he/him as well as everyone one else here, so I don't see why it would be different for him." Virgil huffed, pointing at Janus.

Remus gritted his teeth, seething.

The reason behind Janus' self harm wasn't only blaming themself for making Virgil leave.

They actually hated themself.

Their appearance, their gender, who they were.

They didn't know who they are supposed to be.

They wanted to help Thomas but being labelled as the bad guy made them feel really conflicted.

Remus immediately supported them when they said they were looking for the person they would like to be and use they/them in the meantime.

Logan pretty much respected their choice.

He had quickly learned to tolerate Janus as a fellow Side.

That Light and Dark labelling was irrelevant as they were all part of Thomas. And so, Logan should care about their well-being as much as the others.

Sadly, when it came to the others, it was easier said than done. Roman's sorting out everything in "Good" or "Evil". Patton wasn't really different. And Virgil being extremely vigilant of not too much.

The arguing went on.

When everyone covered their mouths.

Janus slowly sat up, rubbing their eyes with a sleeve too big for them.

Patton wanted to gush at how adorable they looked, Roman and Virgil trying to resist, the later wondering if his old hoodie was that oversized or if Janus...had shrank down...

"Wemus, I'm sweepy..." They whined softly, hugging the "thing".

"is that...a rag doll?" Patton asked, once the silent spell was gone.

"not any rag doll..." Virgil muttered. "It's Chimera..."

"Chimera ?" Roman and Patton asked.

Janus hugged it more tightly, as they kept looking smaller...and younger.

"I do believe that doll is a collection of pieces of fabric from every Sides?" Logan theorized.

"Ding ding!" Remus said. "Even though some pieces aren't the original anymore. I had to find substitute to fix the missing pieces."

Virgil froze at that.

Missing pieces? Janus was too careful to damage Chimera, and there was no way Remus would rough play with it. Meaning...

"a lot happened since you left."

They were all shocked to see Janus, looking like around 10-12 yo. Minus Remus.

"Jay Jay, you did it again. I think you should stop wearing the hoodie..."

"no!" Janus pouted.

"what happened to the others?..." Virge dared to ask.

The snake Side held up the doll.

With a swift move, it had vanished to thin air.

"Just like that. The ones after the others." Janus said monotonously.

they slowly stood up.

"I suppose you want your hoodie back?" They asked, while shifting back to normal.

Virgil didn't answer.

"hum... Janus ?" Patton asked slowly. "What's up with the ... age thing?"

They really didn't want to tell him but it was better to rip off the band-aid anyway.

"happens when I reminisce about the good times." Janus hissed. "I guess I really haven't moved on..."

They sank down.

"So much for a sun nap." Remus shook his head.

"keep me informed of their situation." Logan ordered.

"Will do, nerdy wolverine." Remus rolled his eyes and sank down.

"what the hell was all of this..." Roman groaned

"oh, I forgot!" Remus popped back, making the others jump out of their skins (a little jolt from Logan)

"what is it this time?" Roman sighed sharply.

"you'll thank me later ~" Remus threw a picture at Patton like a shuriken.

Said fatherly Side yelped and struggled to catch it.

Remus was gone before Roman could even deal with him.

They looked at the picture.

It's was child Janus sleeping peacefully, curled up inside the hoodie while hugging the rag doll.

Patton couldn't stop squealing and awwwing

Roman was raging because he couldn't find a nickname for someone supposed evil, looking this adorable.

Virgil...

Virgil was absolutely distraught.

He thought leaving the "Dark Sides" would be for the best.

He had just swept the eggshells under his bed.

He hated that feeling.

Just because of his old hoodie and that stupid rag doll.

♥️ 🔄 💬

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askauradonprep · 7 years ago

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Cute Things In What’s My Name

Notes: Lex, Zeke, Malachi, Rosita, Raphael, Micah, and Vince were not present during this number. I’m watching through it for the 12 members of the crew who ARE and here are the notes:

Uma:

- Gabe, Gil, and Jonas lifting Uma on to the table and she PATS GABE ON THE HEAD like what even are you doing Uma

- The crew all bows to her when she says ‘tell ‘em who’s in charge so they don’t forget’. It varies in degree but they are all in fact bowing and gesturing to Uma

- Gonzo lifting Uma off the table to help her down - he doesn’t just grab her by the hips or something either, like he supports her waist and her knees it’s actually SUPER cute.

- The guys pushing Uma’s throne behind her so she can sit down and IMMEDIATELY lifting it up over their heads when she does like yeah, they treat her like a queen.

- Uma’s little winks at Harry and calling him ‘number one’

- Harry helping Uma up in her throne like Harry please control yourself.

- Jonas putting Uma on his shoulders so he can carry her from her throne to the table EVEN THOUGH SHE COULD HAVE MADE HERSELF IF SHE STRETCHED like do these boys let you walk ANYWHERE Uma or do they literally carry you anywhere you want?

- A good chunk of the guys, plus Bonny, Drey and Desiree making eyes at Uma while she dances on the table. No wonder she sees their eyes on her.

- Jonas ONCE AGAIN helping Uma off the stage.

- Jonas and Zhao help Uma up on to Gil, Jonas even BOWS a little. You can practically hear him saying ‘Right this way, your Majesty’ it’s actually adorable. He also helps her off of Gil and into the throne, both taking her hand and supporting her back. Don’t tell me Jonas does not have low-key heart eyes for Uma.

The rest are under the cut.

Harry:

- Harry’s smile at the beginning. He can tell this is gonna be good.

- Harry holds Gonzo’s hand during the ship choreography with his hook HARRY.

- Still a little bitter that he and Uma didn’t get a little kiss when he comes super close to her face when they say ‘Tell ‘em who’s in charge so they don’t forget’

- The smile he gives Drey while the crew is jamming around the table before he spins to the other side of Uma.

- He comes up in front of Uma when the guy lift her up so he can stare at her.

- ASDFGHJKL; I just realized Uma takes his hand when she says ‘let me see ‘em’ when they’re on the table. I knew he turned to look at her but I never noticed she took his hand and held his sleeve for a bit. That’s TOO cute.

- When the crew disperses to make way for Uma, he puts his hand on Drey’s arm and leads her away nicely, it’s absolutely ADORABLE.

- His smile falls when Jonas gets up when Uma takes his sword, right before he threatens him (i.e. Harry Is An Overprotective Little Sucky Baby For Uma)

- Harry gives Drey a little look while he and Uma are talking last regrets (not nearly as much of a look as he gives Uma, but it’s still cute that he acknowledges when she comes up to them grinning like the cat who’s got the canary).

- Harry TURNS TO AND ENCOURAGES the crew on both sides of the stage when he says ‘Ready, here WE come/WE always get our way’. Also everyone jams with him on his rap it’s so cute.

- He chucks Drey under the chin right before he helps Uma up.

- Harry actually stares MORE intently when he says Uma’s so hot they get burned if they look, HARRY. CONTROL YOUR THIRST.

- Harry takes a second look at Uma right when he kneels down up until they’re doing the octopus thing and he has to look away from her.

- Regularly ducks beneath Uma’s level.

Gil

- He looks around at the very beginning like he’s going ‘Wait, what, are we doing this, OKAY WE’RE DOING UMA’S HAPPY SONG OKAY’

- Gil turns and smiles at Jonas when they hop on the table, he looks SO EXCITED.

- He does a little fist pump when they say the sails are set.

- He has to KNEEL to pick up Uma, how cute is that?

- Actually, when he’s beside Uma, he kinda slouches a lot, and it makes him look shorter than she is TELL ME I AM WRONG ABOUT THE GUYS LIFTING HER UP ALL THE TIME OR KNEELING OR DUCKING AROUND HER TO MAKE SURE SHE FEELS BIG. He also gestures to her a lot immediately before they pick her up, like he’s keeping the focus on their pretty captain.

- Gil gives Uma a smoulder when she’s saying no one’s gonna stop them. Like he looks very very much like he wants to kiss her actually. It’s INTENSE.

- He play fights with Gonzo for a second before they both turn back to Uma - and yes, he gestures to Uma again while his other hand is on the chandelier YES GIL WE KNOW SHE IS THE CENTRE OF ATTENTION YOU CAN STOP POINTING TO HER NOW BBY.

- He jams out with her while they watch Harry dance, including pointing to her a lot when Harry calls her the captain. He also CRANES UP looking at her before looking away when the crew looks away the second time, as if trying to make up for the first time he looked away.

- He looks super surprised and hurt when Uma calls him on not watching her.

- He climbs up on one of the tables when Harry and Uma are flirting on stage.

- Gil wrestles Jonas, Gabe, and Yamato at the same time and wins while Uma is on stage.

- Gil is wide mouth laughing when he’s being used as Uma’s throne and he cranes up to look at her again at the end of the song. Gil = Too Precious.

Gonzo

- Gonzo actually GOES DOWN ON ONE KNEE when he bows to Uma.

- He cranes up to be close to Uma and also holds his arms out like he’s presenting her, it’s the cutest thing.

- Gonzo actually gets super close to kissing Uma when she comes by him while he’s on the stage, it’s cute. He also points at her as the guys lift her up, like, yes, Gonzo, we see her, don’t worry.

- During the ‘so hot’ moment, Gonzo actually LEANS ONTO THE TABLE like Uma’s hotness personified and slapped him.

- He lifts Yamato off a chair when they’re about to crawl to Uma and Harry.

- He dances with one of the chairs and then he and Zhao both grip it and stand on their hands, it’s amazingly acrobatic if nothing else.

- He holds Gil steady and looks SUPER DETERMINED when they push him. He also holds Uma’s throne steady.

Desiree

- Okay, so Desiree just REFUSES to leave Uma alone. She’s always very close by near her. And now you all know why I say she’s thirsty as all get out.

- Actually GETS ON THE TABLE ON ALL FOURS to do the ‘all hands on deck’ thing. She then hops off when Uma passes, only to jump up again for the ship thing, girl what are you doing.

- She does so much head banging towards Uma and then makes all these swimming arm movements in her direction...and then play shoves Gabe when he gets in her arm’s way.

- She holds Gabe’s arm to steady her when she's gesturing too wildly towards Uma on the table, this child has no chill.

- She and Bonny aren’t grinding, but they’re mock swimming behind the table in the same way the boys are grinding in front.

- She vaults over the table and rushed up between the crew mates to be directly behind Uma, including moving in front of Harry, Desiree, PLEASE.

- Rather than disperse, she twirls and leans against the table as Uma comes up. Also does a little play swooning when Gil flirts with her. She looks like she’s laughing actually, but the point is Desiree stays right by Uma.

- She points at Jonas right before Harry puts his hook at his chin, as if saying ‘Oh, now you’ve done it’.

- The one time she does step really far from Uma, she hops on a table...and stares at her. And almost immediately she hops from the table to a crate and then down so she’s right back by her again.

- She jumps and twirls around a lot while Uma’s throne is picked up, but she’s still right beside Uma on her left when they’re watching Harry.

- Not only does she put up her arm in front of her face, she also lifts her knee during the ‘so hot’ bit like she thinks she IS being burned.

- Crawls up RIGHT IN FRONT of Uma when they’re on the stage. Then when they leave the stage she walks beside Uma, twirls away...and steps up on the table beside Uma so she can join her in her dual sword dance. Desiree. HONEY.

- Followed Uma until she stepped back to watch her crew before heading to the bar. She proceeded to dance with her swords before she came up to the bar when Uma got in her throne.

Jonas

- His bow is super exaggerated like you nerd, what are you doing? He and Gabe trade this super excited look right afterwards too. He also looks around Gil to stare at Uma.

- He looks so fake annoyed when she throws off his hat. He’s just like ‘bruh, really’? Before Harry grabs him.

- Does a bridge move just to get close to Uma and put his hand out to her.

- THE ‘RIP OUT HIS HEART’ MOVE HE DOES WHEN UMA ‘KICKS’ HIM IN THE CHAIR.

- He dances around with one of the chairs.

Drey

- Drey hops out of Uma’s way when she goes around the table, and then jumps over the table so she can do her bit of the ship.

- Gives Harry a smile and lip bite before he trades places with Uma, whom she immediately gets on her knees and begins to jam with, hitting the table and smiling at her. (She’s also the one Harry’s smiling at when the crew is grinding).

- During ‘their last regret’ she climbs up on all fours on the table and gives the biggest grin at Harry and Uma (she has that smile on a lot of the time, and is often making eyes at either Uma or Harry for that matter - girl has taste).

- She jumps off the table to jam beside Uma before the guys grab her throne.

- SHE NEVER EVER EVER TURNS AWAY FROM UMA DURING THE ‘SO HOT SCENE’ - LOOK AT HER. SHE’S STARING STRAIGHT AT HER. When everyone is supposed to look away, she jerks a little, but she’s still looking at Uma.

- While Uma’s on stage, she gets in a play sword fight with (I THINK) Bonny.

- Comes up to stand beside Uma’s throne and tries to crane up to see her.

Yamato

- He has this little moment where he bobs up and down beside Uma before he moves to do his part of the ship thing. Also, his bow is INCREDIBLY exaggerated - he moves his arm down in an arc while he gestures to her and then FALLS TO ONE KNEE, Yamato, please. He doesn’t get up when the rest of the crew stop bowing either, he stays like that for a little bit.

- He and Bonny crawl around on the table together after the crew disperses when Uma says she’s the queen of the town. And then they get in a little play fight as they get up, Bonny pushes him.

- He kneels in front of Uma AGAIN as she walks around, just before the guys get her throne. (he, Jonas, Gil, and Zhao are the ones who lift her throne up).

- Pushes his way around Jonas to sit on the stage when ‘Uma’s so hot they get burned if they look’ - he recoils with everyone else, but it’s cute to see him worm his way up close to her. Speaking of the recoil, he keeps his arm up even after everyone is done, as though he’s afraid she REALLY WILL burn him if he looks.

- While Uma was dancing on the table and everyone crowded to make eyes at her, Yamato was sitting on a chair a little ways back enjoying it separately before Gonzo yanks him up.

- He holds out Harry’s hook for him when he comes off the stage to get to the table where Uma is. He’s also laughing at the end.

Bonny

- She spins around on her stool like a little kid at the start.

- She runs out from where she is and SPINS, ending in her bow to Uma, how extra is that? I love it! Her bow is my favourite tbh (and i’m factoring how close Huma is to kissing in that so you know I love Bonny’s bow). She stays down on her one knee after that too and gestures to her a second time it’s so cute. She doesn’t get up until there’s a gap in the crowd when they lift Uma on the table, at which point she comes up and looks up at her in awe.

- She comes up to jam with Uma too during the chorus...like, really really close. Barely an inch apart. She’s right in Uma’s bubble and Uma seems 100% cool with that.

- When Harry throws his jacket at the start, Bonny catches it and FOLDS IT FOR HIM while she dances, Bonny you are precious.

- She slams her hand down on the table when Uma says ‘All eyes on me let me see ‘em’.

- Towards the end she goes, grabs Harry’s coat off the steps, goes up and hands it to him, it is too cute.

- She just poses at the end, holding her sword blade over her shoulder like it’s a duffel bag or something, BONNY STOP, YOU’RE OVER THE LEGAL LIMIT FOR ADORABLE.

Zhao

- He has the biggest smile when the song starts.

- His bow is short but almost immediately, he crawls closer to Uma. He does it a second time when the guys pick her up too.

- He and Gabe practically side hop away when Uma ‘jabs’ at them with her sword, it’s so cute.

- When the crew says her name during the chorus (before they grab her throne) he NODS when he says her name the first time, like ‘Yes, this is indeed her name, isn’t it awesome?’

- He and Gabe push the throne over to Uma so she can sit down. You know, just in case you all thought Uma had to lift a finger for herself during this number. :P

- He DUCKS BEHIND ONE OF THE SUPPORT BEAMS DURING THE ‘SO HOT’ PART ZHAO WHAT EVEN. She acts like her hotness reached out and knocked him back.

- During the dual sword dance, he just stands beside the stage and spins - he doesn’t even have his sword.

- He spins on the chandelier beside Harry for a while, then ducks down, drags a netted Gil across the stage, and ducks out of the way so Harry can come up.

Gabe

- He PUTS HIS STOOL BACK before he uses it to climb on the table. So polite, Gabe. :P

- He moves to put his arms around Gil and Jonas right when the chorus starts and they jam until Desiree’s arm bumps him.

- Gabe is the one who first goes to grab the throne for Uma - Zhao joins him when they push.

- Oh my god, he’s so dorky during Harry’s dance - he goes right up to the stairs and leans out towards Harry, it’s cute.

- Gabe HIDES BEHIND A TABLE during the ‘so hot’ part. Gabe. Baby. I promise she can’t hurt you. :P

- Harry puts his arm around him when Uma’s dancing on the stage, then sends him off and he jumps to the ground it’s kinda cool.

- His dual sword dance is so dorky and he climbs up so his hands and feet are ALL on a chandelier, how. He swings from his FEET.

Morwenna

- Okay, so note, Morwenna is not standing with the crew for most of this. She’s on the stage jamming to the music with them though, more enthusiastically than the other customers, and smiling really happily watching them.

- She’s just sitting on a chair on the stage chilling and smiling when the crew starts making their way over there, I love it. She’s shaking her foot to the beat. It’s cute.

- She starts getting up during Harry’s dance and yeah, she’s jamming out in the corner holding the chair and nodding along.

- When Uma’s on the table, she puts her hand on her hip and puts her head out.

- She full on jams while Uma’s on stage, dancing around and moving her hips, she’s having a lot of fun watching the crew.

- She gestures to Harry when he’s leaving the stage, it’s cute as heck.

tl;dr - This crew is adorable and I am convinced that even if they don’t know how to express it, they are genuine friends and you can pry this from my cold, dead, hands.

#Descendants 2 #What's My Name #Uma descendants #Uma's crew

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7, 9, 11, 42, 44, 54, 64, 70, and 98 for either Mir or Tabris? (or both!)

Thank you for these questions! :D I’m missing two of them atm but my laptop is working for the minute, so I really want to post what I had while I have it.

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

Mir: Everyone in the Inquisition? Is so Good for Mir? Like holy fuck. For Inquisition people, I'll go with Sera because I love friendships and theirs is one of the best. The positive mainly comes down to her and Mir being a lot alike. They're both a bit scattered in their thoughts and speech, excitable and occasionally violent. But! While Mir can't stand those traits in himself, he adores them in Sera and I think it just helps him come to terms with himself better. Also, the fact Sera is mostly just his friend is largely beneficial to him. He really needed a friend in the early days and Sera was honestly the best person he could've asked for.

Outside of the Inquisition, Iseult & Asa. They're a couple that Mir used to crash with when he was making rounds in Starkhaven. They're ...not the first people to accept Mir as himself (plenty of people in the Clan do like him) but unlike the others, Mir actually has pretty clear memories of them and their acceptance which is a rare thing for him. Like he knows they were his friends without a doubt, they gave him a safe space to be himself at a time when he desperately needed one and Inquisitor!Mir would have never been a thing without them. He still writes them a lot during DAI and Iseult does visit him at one point too.

Tabris: Shianni, definitely. But only is she his best friend, Shianni was the best just letting Tabris grieve in his own way when his mother died. Not that Cyrion and Soris didn't support him, but Shianni was the one that trusted him to be fine and just let him do his silence thing without a question of worry. He appreciates that more than he ever voices.

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

Mir: Haha! Wait, Mir sleeps? This is news to everyone in Skyhold! :D Ah, Mir is a bit of an manic insomniac and sleep is rarely one of his main proprieties in life. When he finally gets some shut eye, it tends to be whatever he passed on. He'll sleep happily anywhere, at be staircases, cabinets, a desk, scaffolding, whatever. He doesn't give a fuck. If it's a vaguely horizontal surface, he's sleeping on it. End of story.

When people do get him in sleep in a bed though, he enjoys a) hogging up as much space as his tiny self can take up because hey, live it up while life is good or b) if he's sleeping with someone, he's sleeping as close to or on top of whoever followed him to bed. There's no big/little spoons for him, just Mir uses you as his own personal pillow.

Tabris: Okay, okay, okay! Tabris actually loves to sleep. The shittiest part of the Blight was camping it for a frickin' year because camping does not make for good sleep. >:c!! He prefers lots of ...stuff when he sleeps? Like blankets or pillows or whatever you have because he tends to cocoon himself around them. If that stuff involves another person (darling former assassins for instance), you can bet Tabris will instead just happily octopus himself around them. If not, he likes sleeping in a ballish shape. c:

44. Why might someone love them?

Mir: Has no idea. Like, why would you honestly? He's kinda an exhausting soul to be around. :/ He is ...slowly making peace with that in his own way so, okay! Real answer! I'd imagine his compassion and enthusiasm for life is pretty endearing initially. Like all things aside, he likes to live and experience life and he wants to live and experience life! I always kinda picture Mir comes off a tad Maniac Pixie Dream Type like sometimes when you first met him. And It's gotten him in trouble in the past. :'l

Tabris: He's cool, calm and collected. Those are pretty ~*desirable*~ traits, yeah? Yeah, he thinks so. If not, people always seem pretty taken by his height but I think his generosity & altruism are probably the more honest answers. He likes to give and he likes to help.

54. What is their MBTI type?

Mir: ENFP, for sure! He fits the E, N and P ends of MBTI like a glove~~ Very turbulent too.

Tabris: I'm not super sure? Either ISTJ or INTJ. I'm learning towards INTJ because that sounds more Tabris when I read about the two. Either why, he's an Assertive type.

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

Hehe. Neither of them are big sweet-eaters so I imagine it's nothing special. xD Just 'oh, cake, neat' and Mir would then keep babbling on about whatever he was talking about before the cake enter his line of version. c:

70. Which TV Tropes best describes them?

Mir:There’s, like, too many so I’m just gonna go with Cloudcuckoolander or possibly Bunny-Ears Lawyer though since those are pretty close to the original starting traits I had for him all those years ago. At the very least, he definitely leads the Inquisition with massive Bunny-Ears Lawyer tendencies.

Tabris: The Quiet One. Obvious ones are there for a reason, I guess.

98. Something that they regret?

Mir: All that went down at Adamant is kinda high on the list. He wishes it ended better, wishes he hadn't gotten so screwed up mentally by the Fear demon but mostly, he wishes Hawke didn't sacrifice herself because of him. She deserved better. :( :( :(

Tabris: Not doing more to save his mother or Shianni. He’ll always regret any time his family got hurt and he couldn’t do more to stop it. :(

#thank you again!#sorry it's so late too #i can't edit on my phone to save my life #i'll answer the last two later too #if my computer survives the day <33 #mir lavellan #suibhne tabris #long post #thank you thank you thank you!#smalllemonade

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