#anyone who rbs will get blocked on sight

[lichfucker]

perhaps some of you would do well to remember that judaism is a closed religion 😶

if you're not jewish, you're not practicing with someone who's jewish, and you don't intend ever to become jewish, maybe stop fuckin "practicing" judaism!

looks like the don't reblog function is still not working on mobile for me so don't fucking reblog lmfao

[padfootastic]

honestly just want to know if snape fans actually keep a tag on the anti/hate tag or if it’s just tumblr fucking up w it’s tagging system bc every time i make a post shitting on the guy, there’s his fans vehemently defending him (and shitting on my boys in turn) within literal minutes of me posting. every single time. without fail.

[boyfhee]

﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤkiss and killㅤ...ㅤ( 희승 )

ㅤㅤ﹙772﹚ ㅤ장르 fluff, rivals to lovers ?ㅤㅤwarnings lots of pet names, one killing jokeㅤㅤᐢᗜᐢ for pretty girl ri @isoobie, heeri is real :D happy reading ^^ please rb and give feedback, it helps a lot ^_^ iNDEX

“hey beautiful,” you shut your locker close as soon as you hear that voice, your face dropping visibly. you curse under your breath when you feel him approach closer and lean against your locker with a slight thud. “oh— someone’s in a bad mood today? i wonder why,”

and heeseung was the last person you wanted to see today, let alone having a conversation. you simply roll your eyes, not sparing him a single glance and turning to the other side to get away— a swift movement of his feet as he’s already in front of you, blocking your way with his arms and making you glare at him. “go away, heeseung,”

“i’m not sure if you’d like that, gorgeous,” there’s a taunting grin on his face, one that you find attractive on most days— and you still do— although, it’s doing more than just ticking you off today. “upset about the grades, princess?”

upset would be an understatement, because you are mad and grades aren’t even the main reason. losing a few marks here and there is one thing, and losing to heeseung, who somehow managed to get a perfect score again in all the subjects except language, is another. you’re mad because he is not only smart but incredibly attractive, to the point you sometimes think about him and giggle. heeseung is your rival and your crush.

“stop calling me that,” you say with a huff.

“why, i thought you liked it, princess,” he repeats with a smirk, putting more emphasis on the name he has given you. he likes how easily mere words have you flustered, even more so when you’re angry. it’s cute, to him, it’s interesting. “can’t handle a little bit of teasing, doll? do i make you nervous, hm?

and it’s worse because he knows you have a crush on him. 

it’s all because of minij— had she not sent the screenshot of your texts to jungwon, your secret would’ve been safe instead of being known to every single student in your grade. you never planned to tell anyone that you harbour feelings for your long time academic rival. you didn’t even want to accept it yourself— middle school heeseung was anything but your type, and then you both got into high school, and you don’t know when the cute, clumsy boy of your grade became the campus heartthrob, and yours. 

all the teasing comments in the hallways that he makes towards you, ones that leave you blushing and flustered, seem to get only worse. the way he drops everything to talk to you— tease you— whenever you’re in his sight makes everyone tease you. you know he's messing with you, but when your friends say he has it just as bad for you, you wonder if there is actually a happy ending for you and heeseung.

he leans in even closer to rile you up, pinning you against the locker, caging you between his arms. you can feel his hot breath fanning against your face. and when your eyes accidentally trace down to his lips, he lets out a lowly chuckle and tucks a finger under your chin, tilting your face up. “you want to kiss me so bad,” 

your breath gets caught up in your throat when he says those words— the ones you had said on twitter in the spur of the moment. ‘i want to kiss his pretty face’ —it was sudden. you had just woken up from a nap when you saw his new pic from the shower rooms and your mind went haywire. 

you gulp and quickly avert your eyes away from his lips, trying to keep your composure, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. “i’m going to kill you,”

“oh, you wound me, pretty,” he says dramatically, a hand over his chest, putting on an ever so innocent expression. he takes a few seconds to admire your flustered face, the way you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye and how he finds it adorable. “come to my game tomorrow,”

you furrow your brows at his words, heart thumping against your chest at the mere thought of watching him play on the basketball court. “why?”

“why not? you want to kiss me, don’t you, sweetheart?” your cheeks only heat up more as those words fall off his lips. he notices how you nip on your lower lip, the shy expression on your face making his ears red. “come tomorrow, and i’ll kiss you,”

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[rexscanonwife]

🌈 Welcome to WLWeek 2024 🌈

Hello everyone, I wanted to put together a nice, low-pressure event dedicated to my fellow wlw self shippers for one week of June because it's pride month, babey!! This is the first time I've ever tried to 'organize' an event, so take it easy on me, I'll try to be as communicative as possible and if anyone has questions about it, asks and DMs are always open!

On to the details! Its gonna last from Monday the 10th through Friday the 14th, and anyone can opt in or out as they see fit! No one is obligated to participate throughout the entire week or from the beginning alone, just do what you feel like!

RULES:

NO PROSHIPPERS/COMSHIPPERS/NEUTRAL, all blogs with that will be blocked on sight!

Obviously don't participate if you're not wlw/not shipping with a female character

Lesbians, bisexual, pansexual, sapphic, and once again general wlw/nblw are welcome!

Essentially I am tolerating NO funny business, and I won't tolerate bullying either so everyone be very niceys and hey, try to support each other! 💖💖💖 now onto the prompt list

Monday June 10th: Favorite style/aesthetic-

draw you and your female f/o in your favorite clothing style (goth, Y2K, cottagecore, etc.) Or what you think their favorite style would be! alt. for writers, write a drabble about going shopping for these outfits with your f/o!

Tuesday June 11th: Morning routine -

draw you and your female f/o getting ready for the day. Who's the early riser and who's dragging them back into bed? alt. for writers, write an early morning cuddle session/chat. 

Wednesday June 12th: Date night-

draw you and your female f/o on a date! Is it a dinner, a picnic? Are you guys dressed to the nines or at home in your jammies? Alt. for writers, write a date gone slightly awry. How do you fix things/compromise? 

Thursday June 13th: Beach day-

it's summertime, draw you and your female f/o in beachwear and enjoying the sun and sand! alt. for writers, write out a nice dip in the ocean! Can you swim? Can your f/o? Does one have to teach the other? Is it nice and relaxed or does it dissolve into splash fighting? 

Friday June 14th: Role/Ship Swap -

draw your f/o as the self shipper and you as the fictional character role they fill! What kind of s/i do they make? Would they write fanfic, draw fanart? Alt. for writers, write a gush post from ur f/o's point of view! 

And that's it!! Do one of them, do all of them, or do none of them, it's your choice! I just wanted to show some love to my fellow wlw self shippers out there this month and so something fun for them!

Now if you got this far and you read the rules make sure to put 'great googly moogly' in the tags when u rb! And don't forget to tag my blog here when you write/draw for this event!!! 🫶🫶 everyone who does will get a rb from me and a little promo as well, and maybe even a follow cause I need more wlw mutuals :3

[runawaydoll]

some playlists i’ve made for fans of vintage music ♡

soda fountain counter - for fans of milkshakes, teen magazines, ordering grenadine style cherry cola, and/or the scene in priscilla (2023) in which venus by frankie avalon plays

broken hearted on the telephone - for those who love to get dressed up to go absolutely nowhere, listen to old records on rainy days, or have had their heart broken too many times to count

lover, come back to me - for melancholy daydreamers who carry out domestic chores while embodying the spirit of a 1940s wartime housewife

smoking in the cocktail lounge - for hotel bar enjoyers, wannabe socialites, and anyone who still finds smoking classy (at least compared to vaping)

*feel free to rb but please don’t be weird, also if you’re a tradwife/fascist/otherwise conservative weirdo who romanticizes these time periods for insidious reasons you will be blocked on sight!*

[hattieafterdark]

Heya, it's Hat ✏️! I'm the host of the Firebird system, and I like drawing big round animals being gay, and it turns out that I'm also a little bit horny, ehehe. Figure I should make a pinned post since I've done that for my other blog (@hattiestgal)

A couple things I wanna state right off the bat- this blog is 18+ only! If there's no age in your blog or you're a minor, get outta here! I will block on sight! Additionally, unless I know you, this blog is strictly look, but don't touch! I am planning on posting my hornier art here, and that tends to invite folks who assume that they can just do whatever they want. You can't.

This is probably gonna take some getting used to, so let's hope I don't rb porn to the ol' main, ehehe.

Btw, my ask box is always open! Ask me about my kinks! I don't have anons on, so my apologies to anyone who's shy, but I've already been burnt too many times.

[wildegeist-old]

Bear in mind

⛥ - 👁👁👁 - ⛥

Just stuff I think people should know if they follow I guess.

⛥ - General content warnings: It's SFW here. But, my work is not usually light-hearted, and can be a bit somber (topics like death, trauma, etc. abound). Artwork sometimes has horror, blood, violence, and a bit of gore. (tagged: cw blood, cw mild blood, cw gore, cw body horror)

⛥ - I don't recommend following me just for fandom content, I'm an OCs kind of person and I have a focus on my stories.

⛥ - I will tag for content warnings, usually in the format of "cw thing", or just "thing". I already tag major sensitive topics and common phobias, but if there's something more specific you want tagged, ask me, I'm not a biting type.

⛥ - I do read your tags and want you to know the lil compliments and funny comments people put in tags when they RB art makes me smile, and I'm appreciative of them. :)

⛥ - I'm easygoing and love interacting with others. It's okay to tag me in stuff, send asks, shoot messages, babble at me in reblogs, etc. I do genuinely like most people, and I block anyone I don't. So don't worry about being annoying- if I really don't want someone around me, they wouldn't be able to interact, and I'm not easy to annoy.

⛥ - I AM FORGETFUL. If I don't respond to an ask or a tag or a message there's an extremely high chance that I just lost it or forgot it. I'm not ignoring anyone on purpose! Also Tumblr eats asks sometimes.

⛥ - I'm chill with practically anyone who's not mean. However, I don't like people who get into arguments too much (if you fill my dash with pointless arguments, I will softblock you), and I block proshippers on sight because I'm just not comfortable around them.

⛥ - 👁👁👁 - ⛥

[dreamsof2004]

esti, 20f, sfw agedre/nostalgia 𓂃۶ৎ

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a space to remember the better things

intro

+ let’s be friends! im always down 2 talk! i would love to have an agere friend to do little activities with (like message each other completed activities/coloring pages n stuff) and i’m open to sharing my discord! i do ask that you be 18+ tho cos im not super comfy befriending minors

+ sfw interaction only!!! no k!nk, dd1g, etc. i block non sfw blogs on sight.

+ typical dni criteria applies. i block if you post ANY ns.fw of any kind, hateful/bigoted material, etc. i do not post any politics or other discourse on my blog and i may not follow back/interact if you do. not personal just tryna keep my little blog little!

+ though my page is sfw, id prefer no messages from anyone -18 as i am 20. you can like/follow/rb but no dm’ing please!

extra info

+ i have a cg (my bf of 5 yrs!) he calls me his bug, puppy, muffin, and baby c:

+ i love old disney movies, especially winnie the pooh and pre-1980 ones. i also love dragons, cats, snuggling soft things, carebears, mlp, my dolls (ag, moulin roty), jellycats ofc, and early 2000s/late 90s media

+ i grew up btwn the US and france so i post media/tv/toys from both! most of my baby/toddler toys are french and i grew up on France 4/TF1 cartoons :) id love to meet others who have seen these shows/have similar toys! i speak english and french fluently

+ im a full time uni student and work part time at a hospital and retail!

health

+ this is an outlet for cpstd, ocd+depression, complicated grief, stress, and just to feel safe. i get to reinvent/reimagine parts of my life that were bad the first time around and relive the parts that make me feel safe and happy.

+ POTS • PCOS • endometriosis

other

+ my general posts tagged “muffin speaks”, longer diary-style ones are “muffin diary”

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

[tending-the-hearth]

you know if could have been VERY easy for them to just leave lo'ak and neteyam's final conversation to being the moment where lo'ak says payakan's his brother, and make neteyam's death this whole uber angsty moment with lo'ak apologizing and not really getting closure with neteyam, but i'm glad they didn't go that route, and instead had neteyam help lo'ak. we got a final moment with the two of them being a little goofy and affectionate together, with neteyam's "who's the mighty warrior?" line and how he pushes lo'ak's head, and lo'ak pretending to be annoyed but really he can't stop smiling bc yeah, that's his big brother.

so obviously yes, lo'ak still will most likely feel guilty over neteyam's death, but at least it isn't because there was a huge unsaid thing between them and their last conversation wasn't an argument because i really don't think i could have emotionally handled that

[fma03envy]

You know what? I'm putting my foot down

Ok so y'know those posts where one person makes a joke, and then someone else gets upset/tries to correct them, and the first person repeats the false information pretending they actually believe it to try to get more of a reaction out of the second person (i.e. smooth as a shark type posts)

Yeah those suck. It's a shitty thing to do! It literally costs you nothing to explain that you're joking instead of deciding to mock someone for the terrible crime (/S) of not being good at knowing when people are being serious

It's not funny, and it's not "Tumblr's whole base of humor" or whatever that one post floating around is calling it.

[smaidjor]

ive deleted all posts related to the anon hate- what i was upset about in the first place was pretty dumb in hindsight, but sending anon hate to a random stranger over talking about something that upset them on their personal blog is also pretty dumb.

anyways if you plan on sending me anon hate over any of my future rants be aware of the following: i am a petty bitch and i will block anyone who does this without replying. don't waste your time or mine.

[lichfucker]

I'm sorry to everyone who will have to deal with me today

[cinnachaos]

hi! im cinna :3 he/him, minor, and neurodivergent !!

dont mind adults interacting, just be normal around me

comms will be open soon! i need to get a new comm sheet :⟩

🫧🦑🫧

i do art, animation (rarely lol), and a LOT of fandom stuff!! multifandom but mostly splatoing. if u like infodumping ur in the right place

🫧☀️🫧

list of who i will block on sight here

do not sell my art, feed it to ai algorithms, edit out the watermark, or repost it without permission and credit. pfps and edits including my art are fine, just leave the watermark visible and leave obvious credits. do not take heavy inspiration off of my characters, and do not do anything nsfw with them. hopefully will never happen but i will call anyone out publicly if it does

please do not tag any of my art as "me" or something like that! it makes me uncomfortable, especially with characters who have a lot of emotional significance to me.

also, i may block if a headcanon makes me nervous or uncomfortable bc of my attachment to the character. this doesnt mean i disapprove of them! my mentally ill self just cant handle some headcanons w my sillies lol

🫧🎭🫧

PLS interact if you like splatoon, pokemon (sw/sh especially!!), monster high, fandom ocs, infodumping, doodles, and oc stories!!

on the topic of interaction, reblogs > likes!!! for my art atleast, my art takes a lot of time and id like if more people could see it! i appreciate both very much though :D

🫧🐦‍🔥🫧

some tags, art is under #my art, ocs are under #my ocs, reblogs are under #rb, and my text tag is (mainly) tagged as #cinna content moment. i will do tag chains/tag games so if you dont wanna see those filter "#tag game"!!!

🌟HASTA LA VISTAR!🌟

[willgrahymn]

Strangely Estranged

this is my gift to @romansandersprotectionsquad for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange!! I really hope you like it :]

Description: Remus just wants to make his art, but Roman is still distressed by the events of SvS Redux/POF and it's affecting both of their abilities to create. When Remus goes to confront him about it, he gets a little more than he bargained for. Content warnings: Some Remus being Remus-y type lines, blood mentions (again, Remus), a good amount of swearing, and throwing some shade at Janus. Word count: 2747 I’ll rb with the ao3 link :]

- ’Honestly,’ Remus thought, ‘this painting could use more blood.’

He stared at the incomplete project. It was at least the 7th time he started on something today, but no matter what he always came to a pause.

Roman, that motherfucker, he probably had a creative block. Remus didn’t care much about only being half of Creativity, hell, it was fun coming up with the most gory stories he could imagine, but it seemed like whenever Roman hit a block he just had to drag him down with him.

He leaned back against his wall, tossing his paintbrush and catching it again. He stuck the brush in his mouth. Blue paint didn’t taste as good as green, but maybe he was just biased.

Remus glared at the painting. If it had eyes, he was sure they would be staring back, mocking him. Maybe he’d scrap the thing and use it as a target next time he played with his throwing stars.

He ground his foot into the stained carpet. Whether it was paint or blood didn’t matter. Come to think of it, he’d been at a pause for some time now. Roman hadn’t left his room nearly as much either. The only people he’d seen Roman hang out with recently were Virgil, Logan, and (inescapably) Thomas. Then there was Patton and Janus who hardly spent time together before. Now they never left each other's sides. Remus would be a liar if he said it wasn’t somewhat upsetting.

Remus loved drama. He loved watching people fight and be seconds from either murdering each other or making out right then and there. It was exciting to see people so close to their limit. Roman’s drama wasn’t fun though, it was just fucking sad.

He was pretty sure it would stay that way unless he took matters into his own hands. He grabbed his morningstar. He didn’t think he’d actually use it, but if he had to literally knock some sense into his dear brother, then so be it.

Walking down the hall of the mind palace the lighting got brighter. Silently, he wondered how the hell Virgil had managed to live with the other three for so long. With Roman’s obnoxiously loud personality and old villain accusations, he doubted the rogue raccoon could’ve slept the day away like he did when he tried to avoid him.

He stood in front of a tall, white door. It looked like something you’d find in a children’s movie or fairy tale that told the protagonist there was some sort of grand adventure on the other side… 

How boring.

Without bothering to knock, Remus opened the door to his brother's room. Maybe for Janus, he would have knocked. There was hardly anything that could truly shock him anymore with all the fun little fantasies that ran through his head, but Janus’ wrath was something he would save for a day when he needed that extra kick.

Then again, maybe he was wrong to say that he couldn't be shocked. Not when Prince Perfect’s room was such a mess. Not when one of his mirrors had been knocked to the floor. And certainly not when he took in the sight of the other half of Creativity, sitting there at the side of his bed in his black undershirt and dress pants.

Something in Remus’ guts told him there was something wrong here, and this time it wasn’t because he had been impaled or ate something Logan and Janus insisted he shouldn’t have. No, this was something else. Something he hadn’t been allowed to see since the two split up. One brother deciding he needed to be pure as white, and the other allowing himself to be the darkest black imaginable.

He stepped closer. Roman hadn’t made a sound, not yet, but it felt like approaching a lion. A lion that stood for courage yet fell to shattered pieces of what it once was.

And maybe if he hadn’t been feeling real, genuine concern for something other than Thomas’ lack of flare in his art, he would have laughed when his mind went to Scar and Mufasa.

It wasn’t like he cared though. Concern, maybe. But he couldn’t be bothered to care for his brother who he hardly ever spoke to for purposes other than making him uncomfortable with his ideas.

Roman shifted on his bed, still not bothering to look to see who entered. “I already told you I don’t want to talk about it.”

Remus rolled his eyes. Of course his brother would choose to be a little bitch about this.

“First off, you didn’t tell me shit.” He said. Roman sat up, looking at him. A mix of defense and curiosity in his glare. “Second, I’m not the one making your life any harder than I normally would.” His brother scoffed. “Aren’t you though?”

“You’re the one affecting my work!”

Roman huffed, pulling his legs up to his chest and hugging them closely. He liked the pressure. Logan would probably be able to tell him why if he asked. He remembered hearing a conversation between him and Virgil when the darker first showed up. Something about pressure was a stress reliever.

At the same time, Remus crossed his arms, tapping his boots and rubbing his fingers against his sleeves. Whatever response he had been waiting for didn’t come. Maybe he should leave. Pretend whatever this was wasn’t happening and go focus on something else until the other half got his shit together. That would be a lot easier than standing here, the air of the room suffocating him into silence.

Either way, neither brother knew what to say. It would be easy for the pensive prince to turn around, to tell the other not to speak to him and to go back to wherever he came from. At least it should have been.

Remus bit down on his lip not minding the pain. It wouldn’t do any good to try to beat at what was already broken. “I can go find someone else.” It was more of a statement than an offer.

His twin tensed. “Please don’t.”

Remus just nodded. He didn’t know what to do or what to say. Normally he didn’t have to think this hard. He didn’t want to care about his brother and his problems. He knew at least part of the reason behind the other’s mood was because of him because Roman hated him and being compared to him. Yet still, despite being twins he couldn’t help but feel like he had to care for his baby brother.

‘What the fuck am I supposed to do now?’

He was Dark Creativity, the embodiment of intrusive thoughts and other so-called disturbing ideas and imagery. It wasn’t something that ever upset him, and hell it was fun making the other Sides and Thomas uncomfortable. It was fun telling Patton things that would make him shift in his seat and try to change the topic as if nothing had happened. It was fun to create thoughts that would fuel anxiety and haunt the sad little Side who harbored them. It was more than amusing to sit beside Roman, watching as he tried to do his work and ignore his bothersome brother’s constant suggestions that ruined his fairytale fantasies.

If Thomas didn’t want to use all the available ingredients he gave him to create that was fine. He could manage just fine! Really, the repression only made him stronger.

But Roman knew how to make people feel those warm fuzzy feelings that were like caterpillars in your ribs. Something that looking at it now, maybe Remus regretted not trying to pick up on the wholesome little messages that his brother always cared about. At least maybe then he’d have a better idea how to deal with all of these emotions going on. Even Logan would have done better in this situation.

His brother sighed, sitting up and turning to finally face him. He looked worse than expected. No wonder he didn’t want to see anyone else. Remus couldn’t tell what he was feeling, taking in the sight of this mess. Roman’s brow furrowed, his jaw clenched. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his nails digging into his skin.

“Why are you still here?” He asked.

Remus bit his lip and chose to ignore the question. “I know you’re pissed about Jan being accepted.”

“Yeah duh,” Roman scoffed. He sounded like a dam ready to break. “Excuse me for not being absolutely overjoyed at this… Manipulative Malefactor being accepted by our very own Moralidad.”

The Duke nodded. Sure, you could call him friends with Double D, but he wasn’t going to be like him and lie and deny that Janus certainly had… a way… of getting what he wanted, whether it meant using others as a stepping stone or not.

“I never should have trusted him.” Roman continued. “I mean, I never even liked him. Hell, right after he revealed himself to Thomas I said I hated him… I only went along with what he wanted because he pretended to be someone I’m supposed to be able to trust, and then he used me again by flattering me with fake love and bringing up Thomas’ dreams. And I just– I just keep falling for it because I’m an idiot and I keep fucking everything u—”

He hadn’t noticed Remus approaching him or pulling him into a hug until it happened.

It was tense at first. Roman froze at contact. Slowly, he sunk into his brother's arms, not caring about the way the material scratched against his face. He just wanted to feel safe.

“What’s happening?” He asked.

Remus wasn’t sure he had an answer.

“I think Patton would refer to it as brotherly bonding, but I really don’t know.” Remus laughed lightly.

Eventually, Remus slowly pushed his brother off of him, still holding onto his shoulders and smiling in a way he could only hope came off as sympathetic. On any other occasion, Roman would despise the fact that his brother was just the tiniest bit taller than him, but right now he didn’t care. He wouldn’t tell him it was good for hugs though, he hadn’t lost all of his dignity.

“Listen, Ro-bro, we’re twins. What affects you affects me too. I know it might not change much, and you might still not want to be around me. That’s fine. Just… remember that we’re two Sides in a trenchcoat trying to make up for one, got it?” Roman nodded, rubbing at his eyes and smiling slightly. “I would have expected a darker way of phrasing that from you.”

Remus shook his head. “I may not think much, but I do know enough to understand it’s probably not the best timing for it.”

He smiled, watching as his brother lightened up a bit.

The room was still a mess. They’d have to fix it up later. Not right now though, he didn’t think his brother was ready enough to face his own destruction.

“C’mon, get your outfit on.” “Huh?” “You weren’t planning to stay locked up in here like Rapunzel all day, were you?” “I mean… kind of, yeah?” Remus shook his head. “Not happening,” He said. “We gotta do some dumb shit to make you feel better.” “Ree, I’m fine now, really.”

He ignored him, grabbing Roman’s stupidly bright white shirt off the floor and throwing it at him. Checking around for his sash afterwards.

“You at least gotta put yourself together! I know how you are about your looks– even if mine are better.”

Roman rolled his eyes before pulling his shirt on, grabbing his sash from under his pillow. “I can’t stand you.” They both knew it wasn’t the truth. Not right now at least.

“I’m going to fix… this.” Roman said as he waved his hand in front of his face.

The prince left to his bathroom, grabbing some of his makeup from his desk as he went. Remus flopped onto his brother's bed. This wasn’t exactly where he expected his day to go. It was fine though. Actually, it probably went a lot better than whatever he originally planned. Bitching at Roman could be fun, but he doubted it would have made anything better. Hopefully getting rid of some emotional block would stop the art block too. It sounded like something Logic would approve of.

Remus stared up at the glow in the dark stars that littered his brother’s ceiling. Roman’s room was less loud than usual. More quiet. Like a heartbeat that once echoed so loudly had suddenly stopped, or a fire which finally died out leaving nothing but smoke and ash behind.

He heard it when the faucet turned on, when a hairbrush hit the floor, and when Roman cursed at his eyeliner.

‘His hands must be shaky.’ They’d have to fix that.

Remus got up again, half-assedly making his brother’s bed and tidying up the place. He didn’t know where everything went, so he could only hope he was putting stuff where it shouldn’t have ever been. Even if he was trying to cheer up his brother now didn’t mean he couldn’t work in advance to cause trouble for him later.

When Roman came out he looked as if nothing had happened. Like nobody would be able to look at him and think twice of if he was okay. It was an art in itself to be a raging storm and to settle down to the tranquility of dewdrops on flower petals within a matter of minutes.

When had he learned to do that?

Or maybe it was just that he didn’t spend enough time around the other to know. Maybe if one of the other Sides saw Roman now, they wouldn’t even have to study his movements or expression to know he had been upset. It would be as easy as looking at  him and recognizing the scripted smiles and rehearsed words for what they were. Was he really that bad at being a brother to fall for his own twins’ tricks?

Roman shifted on his feet. “So… What are we doing?”

“Oh!” Remus bounced, the beads on his shirt clicking together. “Well I was thinking about it earlier and since Papa Patton and Daddy Dee are spending so much time together–” “Never call them that ever again.” “You never let me have fun! But fine. You know how those two have been hanging out more.”

“I can’t let you do anything mean to Patton, he’s off limits.”

Remus pouted. “I thought you were mad at him!” “He’s Patton!” Remus glared, and Roman glared back.

Remus sighed. “You’re so lame, but I guess we can just focus on the snake. Oh! And don’t worry, I can take the fault. Besides, I haven’t fucked around with him in a while and have been waiting for a good day to do it.” He grinned. Roman would have considered it evil, but this, this was pure sibling mischief. “I was thinking we could start subtle like moving his shit 2 inches to the left and work our way up from there. I was thinking about leaving my pet rats in his room and letting them go wild, but he is a snake and I don’t trust like that…”

Roman tried to stifle a laugh. Remus tried not to smile. Remus turned away, heading to his room to put his abandoned work away before anything else. Roman, he noticed, hadn’t followed. Slowly, he turned to him. “Are you coming?” “Oh, yeah I just...“ Roman paused, taking a deep breath and smiling softly. A real smile, not the mask he had given before. “Thank you. For doing all this.” Remus’ eyes softened, nodding as he spoke again. “Don’t go getting too soft on me, Ro-bro. I’m still going to attack your side of the Imagination.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” The two brothers stood there, an awkward yet comfortable quiet moment of understanding neither wanted to interrupt. “C’mon,” Remus said, waving his brother along. “We have vengeance in our hearts and glitter in our pockets. Let’s fuck shit up.”

The prince glanced to himself in the mirror. Now wasn’t the time to focus on his shattered world view, or how his brother may not be as horrible as he thought. Now was the time to have fun messing with the one who had messed with him.

He looked to his brother, eyes sparkling. “Let’s do it.”

[daffodi1]

Editing this pinned post bc it sucks lol

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