#arrggggh

[astranauticus]

(vibrating in my seat) i need to go watch an ambience synaesthesia live at least once in my life come on

[smiuffzo]

Man how did I completely forget to follow you on this account

Such a bozo move of me... Well regradless

You are a fun person and a hella good artist, i love your designs and you overall are just cool as hell :)

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

SHIT DUDE THIS IS LIKE, THE NICEST THING SOMEONE HAS SAID TO ME IN A WEEK AT LEAST;;; THANK YOU??

didn't know you knew of this accounts existence too lmao but welcome hi!! hello!!

ALSO YOU AND YOUR ART ARE VERY COOL AS WELL!! KAPOW!!

[grievess]

forgor to post these 😰 birthday present for a friend (@rattrascal)

sun and moon were deceivingly difficult to draw,,,

[scifrey]

NINE-TENTHS

Part Five

You remember what I told you about the Inciting Incident? Well, this is where it matters.

Because that alarm clock?

It sucks. 

Stu was right, and I couldn't tell when the light got bright. I am stupid-lucky my brain wakes up on its own, shouting something is wrong! It takes me thirty solid seconds of staring at the display to figure out what 'something wrong' is. 

I am very late.

I freaking run to Beanevolence, throbbing head down, gulping on air to keep from puking because I am so very hungover, and hoping I don't bowl someone over. I'm envisioning a line of pissed off suits waiting by the door, tapping expensive shoes on the filthy pavement. Or Hadi writing out a pink slip. She'd do it, too, even if she had to go buy the pink paper specifically for the dramatic gesture. 

Rounding the corner, I'm both relieved and horrified to see there's only one person waiting. Shit. I've totally screwed the morning rush. That's hundreds of bucks Hadi is out.

Then my stomach swoops, because it’s him. The guy I’d thought for a hopeful split-second had been at the bar last night. 

Now is not the time to be kicking yourself.

Now is the time to open the goddamn door, and make some coffee, and steal some of the weapons-grade painkillers Hadi keeps in her desk. Hangover Headaches are the worst. The fact that I did it to myself makes it even worse-er. Worser? Whatever, I hurt too much right now to care whether that's a real word or not. 

He’s in his usual uniform: a tailored-within-an-inch-of-its-life waistcoat, button-down, and dress pants combo, this time the yellow-and-hunter green check. Flattering, but not my fave. The newspaper under his arm is in French today. He looks slightly desperate for his caffe tobio. That’s a short pull of espresso doppio'd into drip-coffee. Hard core. If I didn't know what he was, I'd say it was a macho drink ordered to intimidate, like dudes who eat hot sauce that's too spicy to look cool. But who knows what caffeine does to people like him? Maybe coffee alone isn't enough to give him his morning perk. Maybe he just likes the taste.

"Sorry," I say, as I swoop in.

The split-tongue steps back, gesturing to the door. This close to him, I can tell he's got that weird aftershave on. It's smoky-amber, with musky deep undertones of fermenting grapes that one field trip too many to peninsula wineries has tattooed on my brain. 

"You're late—" he starts, and I shouldn't call him a split-tongue, even in my own head. He doesn't lisp. 

What he does do is talk in a skin-tinglingly precise accent that’s British in the vowels and hard Canadian on the consonants. It’s arresting, and lyrical. He even rolls his 'r's a little and, okay, I have wondered how you get a forked tongue to do that. The point is, it's the kind of accent no one else has had in decades. Maybe centuries, I don't know. 

I mean, I have no idea what the dude's name is, let alone his age. Kind of a rude thing to ask. 

"I'm aware," I grunt.

"Allow me—" It takes me a second to realize he's trying to get at the door to, what, open it for me? Like some sort of romantic hero?

Oh, no.

No.

That's cute.

That will not do.

I can feel his body heat , and my brain is seriously not online enough to separate last night's fantasies from reality, and arrggggh. 

"I got it," I say, a bit stronger than is polite. 

His eyes snap wide. This close, the sunflower yellow of them is flecked with sparks of warm amber. He blinks a few times, the gold-leaf freckles that dance across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose getting lost in a mortified flush. 

Shit, I'm being an asshole. 

"Sorry," I say again. "Can you just… let me actually open first?"

He stands there, all handsome and forlorn. "I thought you might be ill—" 

I drag my under-caffeinated gaze from his mouth—this close I can see that the upper peak of his lips are so perfectly shaped they look like they've been tattooed there. I don't think I've ever seen his elegant face composed into anything except a politely thoughtful expression of near-nothingness, sort of like if resting bitch face had a refined older brother. But now he looks hang-dog.

I want coffee. 

I want him to back off. 

(I want to kiss him.) 

I'm so hungover. 

He is so pretty in the morning light.

I'm being so uncooly feral. 

What is wrong with me today? I bet if I'd actually gotten laid last night I wouldn't be staring at him like he's the last donut. 

"Fine, come in."

He heads for his usual front corner table. He must know he looks good sitting there. Possibly he likes this table because he likes his back to the wall, and a full view of the street. Hadi painted the support columns of the old black building the same blazing bronze as her logo, and they do frame the view nicely. And him. Or maybe he just likes the warmth from the windows—it could be a cold-blooded lizard thing. But honestly, I really think he's doing it just to torment me.

'Cause when the sun hits the front of the building just right, it sparks off his spun-copper hair, lines his high cheekbones and beaky nose in gold, gilds his shining freckles, and lends a flush of warmth to his otherwise cream-pale skin. 

(What? I’m still a writer at heart. I’ve already decided exactly how I'd describe him on paper. Don’t judge me.)

God, I'm thirsty. 

I lie to myself and pretend I mean I need something to drink. 

The fact that I can almost hear the syrupy anime love theme every time I look at him is the unfairest kind of bullshit imaginable. I am a trashperson, lusting after him when the most we've ever spoken before today was the time he miraculously asked for a second caffe tobio (he'd had bruises under his eyes like thumbprints. I'd wanted to ask him if he was okay, but he was back to his table so quick and—) 

Maybe Gem is right and I do need to lay off the romance novels. 

(Never.) 

Thirsty. Focus on the coffee.

Right. 

Maybe I need a glass of ice-water instead. 

Maybe just a whole-ass cold shower.

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[one-winged-dreams]

ARRGGGGH, WOW CLASSIC CATA TRAILER MY BELOATHED

Motherfucker just had a WHOLE PATCH AND A RAID to himself, and now you're shoving his ENTIRE EXPAC back in my face?

Also the knowledge that this means I'll probably be able to do that one widdle Anduin questline and spend some time with my babychild son after THAT CLUSTERFUCK?

Eh, still not sure if I'll bite, but it was a fair shot.

[ryniadora]

Oh don't mind me, I'm just disassociating in the work bathroom because I Fucked Up the Thing that isn't even really a big deal but my colleague is having a breakdown because of me and arrggggh I can't make a mistake this is unacceptable behaviour honestly.

[lover3loser]

The aesthetic of smoking cigarettes is so pretty, why does it have to ruin your lungs arrggggh…

[emietook]

I don’t want to ink my sketch of Yu Darvish. I’m going to ruin it I just know it.

Look how much potential this has. I just want to leave it like this and never know if it could get better or worse. 😭

[dragonflyxem]

Another drawing that nobody asked for-

[littlepeacheater]

TUMBLR IS SO BORING theres hardly any little gay people to talk to

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Throat Full of Flowers - Hanahaki Shin One-shot

An angst-filled one-shot centered on the concept of Hanahaki disease, featuring the Tsukinami brothers. It’s a reader insert piece and the reader is in a position similar to Yui’s. The flower petals involved in this are from Protea flowers, from this set of headcanons.

Shin wasn’t entirely sure exactly when he’d stopped viewing you as no more than a tool to restore his bloodline. When they’d first taken you from the Sakamaki brothers, he’d been mildly appalled that you were the hope he and his brother sought. Just some unremarkable human.

And yet, as the months passed, at some point that image faded and rather than just being a thing to use in an effort to try and one up his brother, you’d become your own person in his mind. Shin couldn’t say exactly what it was about you. Maybe it was that you took whatever he threw at you without ever really losing it. You’d even laughed a couple of times, and the sound of it made Shin catch his breath a little.

Even Carla seemed to have softened around you, which in and of itself, was surprising. In all of their years together, Shin had never before seen the look in his brother’s eyes when he spoke to you.

Around the time Shin noticed this, he started to feel a light scratching in the back of his throat. Not anything worthy of concern, just a faint feeling of irritation that would come and go intermittently.

Then one day, he’d seen you and Carla walking together in the garden outside Banmaden. You’d been in the middle of saying something when you tripped over an errant branch, but before you could hit the ground, the founder king had slipped an arm around your waist and held you upright. You’d turned to look at him with a blush on your cheeks and there was something in your expression that Shin hadn’t seen before.

That night the cough had started, and the scratching in his throat grew to a burning flame. Shin had feared the worst then. He’d seen these symptoms often enough as Endzeit ate away at the bodies of his people. But he couldn’t understand how he had been infected. Carla had told him that the sickness could only be spread through blood, and he’d made sure he hadn’t come into contact with any of the infected fluid.  

A couple of days later, he’d started coughing, only to feel something rising up the back of his throat. Shin retched and as he saw the contents of the lump that had been clogging up his airway flutter to the ground, he couldn’t believe his eyes. What looked like pink and white flower petals, flecked with blood, lay in an unceremonious heap on his bedroom floor. Sure enough, a light floral scent drifted through the room, mixed with the iron tang of blood. He’d picked up one of the fragments and knew then that he couldn’t be mistaken. It didn’t resemble anything from any sort of plant he’d seen, but the texture and scent were unmistakable.

He’d coughed up a bunch of flower petals.

Not once had he seen or heard tell of anyone infected with Endzeit having flora appear in the back of their throat. Shin couldn’t bring himself to ask Carla; couldn’t admit that he’d been afflicted by some strange sickness to the person he wanted to acknowledge his strength.

Time passed and the coughing worsened. The scent of blood and flowers seemed to follow him wherever he went, and it was an effort to keep anyone from finding the petals that would spew from his lips. Shin started avoiding you all together; it was too hard to be around you when at any moment his weakness could be revealed.

At first you’d still tried to seek him out, apologizing for any wrong you thought might have led to the younger founder distancing himself from you. But each time Shin would yell and berate you, hoping it would be enough to keep you away. And eventually, you’d stopped trying to talk to him. He didn’t realize how much your absence would affect him until the only time he saw you was a passing glance in your direction whenever he reported to his brother. You only ever seemed to be by Carla’s side at that point, but Shin could only focus on trying to find a way to cure himself.  He’d deal with whatever damage had been done to your relationship after that.

One day, he’d overheard you telling his brother that you’d learned Karlheinz kept a large amount of notes on research relating to varying matters in the demon world while you stayed with the Sakamakis.

Just the name of the late vampire king made Shin want to grind his teeth but that kernel of information gave him a slight bit of hope. Was it possible that the vampire had also kept notes on the illness that now affected Shin? He hadn’t stopped to consider it for too long. There had to be something somewhere that could help him.

And so Shin had broken into the vampire king’s old residence, relieved that the seals that had once kept him out seemed to have died with their source. After tearing through several rooms, he unearthed a stack of dusty research papers, and started flicking through them. Most were on things he’d never heard of and some were little more than bare-bone notes scribbled in thick black ink.

Then he found something that made his blood turn to ice in his veins. An entry titled ‘Hanahaki disease’ which described his symptoms perfectly. But it was the listed cause that sent him reeling, for according to this research, only someone suffering from unrequited love would be afflicted with the illness and even then it was rare. For some reason your face flashed through his mind at the words but he shut those thoughts down before they could go anywhere.

He was a founder, the next in line to the throne. Tsukinami Shin would not be brought to his knees by something as stupid as unrequited love. 

Although he had half a mind to toss the damn papers into the fire, Shin had taken them with him when he left. Even if they seemed to be full of crap, he might be able to gleam something useful from them at a later date.

When he returned to Bandmaden, he’d found you with a beaming smile and a shiny engagement ring on your finger. It was all he could do not retch when you told him that Carla had proposed to you. He’d barely slept due to the coughing fits that racked his body afterwards. White and soft pink petals spilling forth with every spluttering cough. But Shin still couldn’t acknowledge the cause. He couldn’t accept that he was in love with his brother’s fiance, the person he’d shut out due to this damn affliction in the first place.

The disease progressed as the months passed. The fits grew more regular and the scratching at the back of his throat was ever-present. But it was only on your and Carla’s wedding night, where Shin spent several hours bent over the toilet bowl, hacking up not just petals but chunks of whole flowers, splattered with his own blood, that he realized he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He was in love with you. And he was suffering for it.

The books he’d found had mentioned that the only way for a demon to be cured of the disease was for their love to be reciprocated, but surely there had to be another way. If he could just stop loving you then maybe it would go away on its own. And so Shin tried to find every reason to fall out of love with you. He noted your every fault, the dumb things he’d seen you do, the way you looked at his brother but wouldn’t look at him. It still wasn’t enough.

All he could do was hide the symptoms and hope that neither you, nor Carla noticed.  

And now with his fingers gripping the sides of the toilet seat, Shin shook as another coughing fit took hold. His throat burned while countless flower petals worked their way up from some infected part of his lungs to his mouth, only to be spewed out. Sharp white and pink petals flecked with blood tumbled into the water, occasionally dispersed as a larger clump of a flower would fall from his lips.

“Shin!” An all too familiar voice exclaimed from behind him. Shit, he must have been in such a hurry that he forgot to lock the bathroom door.

Glancing up, he could see you stood in the doorway, your features twisted in panic. Turning his head slightly, Shin tried to force enough air into his lungs to be able to speak, to order you to leave before you discovered too much. However, before he could get the words out, he was retching again, clumps of petals splattered in red falling to the floor before he could stop them.

“What on Earth?” You gasped. But you didn’t hesitate before kneeling beside him, resting your hand on his back. “Shin what’s going on?”

“Get… Out…” He rasped, between coughs, but the worst of it seemed to be coming to a close.

“No, not until I find out what’s going on. When I heard you in here, I’d assumed it was Endzeit but…” your eyes drifted to the contents of the toilet. “These look like flower petals. Carla’s never shown a symptom like this.” Shin winced at the mention of his brother, gaze falling to the gleaming golden band on your finger.

“It’s none of your business,” he replied, voice hoarse though the spasms appeared to finally to be fading from his body.

“Like hell it’s none of my business, I’m not just going to leave you here alone after witnessing that.” Looking at him with an assessing weight, you spoke again, a little more softly. “How long has this been going on for?”

Shin wished he had enough strength to force you out of the room but a tremble still lurked in his limbs and he didn’t trust that any exertion wouldn’t end in a another coughing fit. He hated that you could see him in this state, hated the concern in your eyes and hated the way your touch made him feel.

“Long enough that it’s a pain in the ass,” he said, trying to shrug off your hand. You removed it from his back, only to place in on his knee, as you settled yourself closer to him.

“That’s really not an answer, you know? Shin, please don’t shut me out completely. I want to help you, don’t take it as some sort of insult. I know you’re capable of handling yourself but I don’t want you to suffer on your own. Do you know what the cause of-” you waved your hand vaguely in the direction of the blood specked flowers, “-this is?”

“The cause, huh?” Finally Shin found the strength to lift his single golden eye to yours. Even now, some part of his brain noticed the way the light caught in your hair and sent the strands shimmering. And with your attention focused completely on him, you were so tempting and yet still so completely out of reach. Some part of him fractured as he looked at you, the thing he so desperately wanted but could never have. Not with that wedding band sitting on your finger.

You’d chosen his brother, just like everyone else. And now that he was kneeling on the floor pathetically in front of you, Shin wondered why he’d ever thought you might choose him. Even in sickness, Carla at least still had his dignity. “Quit acting so concerned! You’re my brother’s now; this has nothing to do with you.”

“Please Shin,” you begged again.

“Stop it! Stop looking at me like that!”

“I just want to help you. Why won’t you let me?”

“Because this is your fault! If it weren’t for you, this never would have happened!” He yelled.

“My fault? What do you…” You trailed off, trying to think of anything you could possibly have done to cause this.

“Hah, I guess there’s no use in keeping it secret any longer. This,” he said, seizing the petals that had fallen on the floor in his hand. “Is due to something called hanahaki disease. Apparently it’s rare and affects both demons and humans, but with humans it’s eventually fatal. With demons on the other hand, it just leaves us perpetually suffering.” He crushed the blossoms in his hand, as though he could strike at the illness itself through the action.

“Hanahaki disease? I thought that was just a myth… But isn’t it supposed to be caused by a one-sided love?”

“Hahahaha,” the laugh was a broken, jarring sound. “So you know that much, huh? Well then, if you’re that desperate to help, why don’t you put it together on your own?”

You paused, thinking back over your conversation before your eyes suddenly widened in shock.

“No…” you said softly, looking down. “That can’t… No…”

“So you’ve figured it out, have you? What’s the matter?” Shin leaned over you. “Suddenly not so keen to help?”

“Shin you don’t…” Taking a deep breath, you raised your head. “It’s not that I don’t care about you Shin but Carla is… I gave my heart to him and there’s no going back on it now.”

“So that’s it, is it?”

“There must be some other way, something we can do.” You would never want anyone to suffer like this, especially because of you. And you cared for Shin, you really did but… it just wasn’t love.

“There isn’t.” His voice was cold. “In humans, they can do an operation sometimes, to remove the infection but for some reason it doesn’t work in demons. The only way is for their love to stop being one-sided.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said, vision blurring as tears started to well up in your eyes.

“Stop it!” He growled. “Stop looking at me with such damn pity!”

But you couldn’t stop. Even though realistically, you had no control over it, you still felt partially responsible. But you couldn’t give Shin what he needed.

“Damn it!” Shin yelled, shoving you to the floor. “If you care this much then it shouldn’t be one-sided, right?! Don’t act like this means so much to you when I can still feel the infection rotting away my body!”

“But you’re… You are important to me Shin, I just… It’s not enough. I want to help you but I don’t think I can.”

“You want to help me? Fine, maybe if I just take you then the disease will be satisfied. I told you to get out of here earlier but you didn’t take the chance, so you can’t blame me entirely for what’s about to happen.” Without giving you a chance to respond, Shin pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was hard and desperate. You could feel the weight of the wedding band on your finger and tried to push him off of you but to no avail. Shin nipped at your bottom lip, just breaking the skin with his fangs, making you gasp in pain. He took the chance to force his tongue into your mouth, and the iron tang of blood coated your tongue.

“Mrhm!” You let out a weak sound as you tried to shove him off of you once more. This time he yielded, but he stayed leaning over you. Too breathless to speak, you simply lay panting on the floor.

“Hah, this isn’t enough,” He said, running his hand up your leg. “You said you wanted to help, so you’ll let me do it right?”

“No Shin, this isn’t right, please-“ He sealed your mouth with his own once more, crushing your body with his. The hand on your leg dipped under the material of your clothes, until it reached the rim of your underwear.

Unable to take it anymore, you ripped your head to the side and yelled. “Carla, please help me!”

The words were enough to make Shin stop. “I see, so even now, you’re just thinking of him aren’t you? Why,” his voice cracked. “Why can I never obtain what I want?” He stayed leaning over you for a moment before standing. “Go.”

You were too stunned to move, your body lighter and yet colder now that he’d stepped away.

“I told you to get out! Run back to your beloved husband, or else I’m going to finish what I started and I won’t stop next time.”

Slowly getting to your feet, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “I really am sorry Shin,” was all you could say before you fled from the room.

The male stared down at the flower petals, stained a dull red-brown by the now dried blood. He couldn’t go on like this, live in this sort of disgrace, lusting after his brother’s wife. No, this had to end.

You couldn’t quite bring yourself to tell Carla what had happened. Once you were sure Shin was gone, you’d returned to the bathroom and found all evidence of flower petals gone. The only proof that the entire thing hadn’t been a dream was a small reddish smear on the floor, and your own bruised lips.

Your husband had been meeting with some high up member of the Adler clan and so was none the wiser to the commotion. Wearing your usual smile, you’d greeted him as you normally would. You weren’t sure how you’d handle seeing Shin again, but you told yourself you’d research the disease and find some way to help the man you probably would have fallen for had it not been for Carla. There had to be some other way, you couldn’t accept the alternative.

It was only when Shin didn’t appear after Carla sent a familiar to summon him that you started to worry. No matter what may have happened, Shin had never ignored a summons from his brother and a small search only yielded that he was no longer in Banmaden. Even so, you couldn’t tell Carla the truth when he asked you if you knew anything. In spite of what he had done, the fact remained that it was not your secret to tell. It wasn’t hard to see why Shin had tried so hard to keep it hidden from Carla. Fortunately, the founder king seemed to believe you and sent several familiars to scour the land for his wayward brother.

They returned several hours later and your blood ran cold as they entered the room, with no sign of Shin behind them. A terrible twisting feeling filled your gut and although you couldn’t understand them yourself, you knew whatever news they brought was nothing good as you watched Carla’s face fall. He was a difficult man to read, but for once it was not hard to recognize the expression in his eyes as he turned to you.

In that moment you knew what he was going to say before he spoke, and silently begged that he wouldn’t speak; wouldn’t reveal the terrible truth you could feel building.

“Shin attacked the Vibora clan without provocation and was caught. They…” He took a breath to steady himself. “They found retribution through his death. Shin, why would you…” Carla trailed off, his mind travelling to a place that you couldn’t reach.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, not as the weight of the words hit you. Shin was dead. And you knew exactly why he’d done something so reckless, something so likely to get him killed. You couldn’t breathe. It felt as though you were choking and no air would enter your lungs. Almost as though your throat had been filled with flowers.

[sub4dominant]

Ready slave? on 3...

1.........it took a deep breath, started to prepare

2........it.......ARRGGGGH

Master did like to keep it on its toes 

[babysizedfics]

are you still wanting the requests? because after the disaster that was roman trying to act like a cg for baby virge, I'd be interested in seeing it the opposite way around? like who is the bigger disaster here when it comes to trying to act like a cg

this ask.. is from july..... wow i take my time shskdhhs but please accept this vague bullet fic/concept/thing

Vee trying (and failing) to babysit Ro

So. One day (around september 2020) Virgil decides he wants to try his hand at babysitting — but the thing is he doesnt actually want to

he basicaly thinks bc roman takes such good care of him as his big bro that vee should be doing smth similar. he thinks he's a bad brother in comparison if he can't offer the same care for roman

roman always disputes this but vee wants to at least try it, he's curious anyway

He asks roman privately because he doesnt want to tell logan and patton abt it, he’s embarrassed: what if they say he’s a silly baby for trying to be bigger?

also lowkey because virgil hates the idea of being a cg but hes gonna try anyway to try to be a good baby brother (ironically)

it's kind of a recipe for disaster because as we have said before, vee genuinely feels uncomfortable around little roman if virgil isnt little too

it's the fact that he finds so much comfort in being the youngest of their group, he's literally babey on all levels and if roman is actung younger than him vee just feels weird

but they try it out privately in roman's room one day (when the caregivers have said they want to be alone for a while) - roman is actually pretty indifferent to the whole idea, he just wants to help virge try (he’s secretly doubtful it will wotk but won’t say that out loud)

virgil is understandably rlly nervous and uncomfy and generally an anxious wreck

So roman takes charge and is like 'okay what should i call you?' and virgil is shakily like ‘umm… maybe just Virge is fine?’

And then Roman smiles really wide and says ‘Okay, Virge!’

it shocks virgil because Roman has very suddenly become little, his stance and voice very clearly those of a child. there wasnt any time to prepare himself

‘Do you wanna play with me?’ roman asks excitedly

Virge is really stunted like ‘s-sure’ (internally he’s like say kiddo! Just say it, it's not hard! Arrggggh I can’t!!)

And Roman starts talking to virgil about his toys and what they do

at first virgils like ‘oh that’s really cool.. Um, should I?’ points at romans toy nervously

Roman nods and pushes a toy into Virgil’s hand and starts enacting a scene with the two in his own hands

Virgil hesitates to butt into Roman’s game, he doesnt want to get the toy to say the wrong thing and upset roman.. And what if he can’t think of anything to say? What if Roman thinks he’s boring? What if he ruins the game?

on top of that virgil is starting to feel really.... iffy.. he just feels a weird sinking in his chest while he looks at roman's childish behaviour, his tummy is in knots and he kind of wants to cry but he doesnt know how to explain that

so he tries to swallow his nerves and pulls the toy up to his mouth and runs it gently across his lip as he watches Roman play. its comforting

Roman makes the toys in his hands yell at each other and Virgil jumps a bit and whimpers

Roman looks over at the noise and says sorry with an apologetic smile, but then his face changes a bit as he notices something

‘Virge, no,’ roman says gently then he reaches out to gently pull Virgil’s hand from his mouth

virgil realises with a blush that he was sucking on the toy

'You're not allowed to suck things except pacis, remember?' roman says

‘Sorwy’ Virgil murmurs. he puts the toy back down on the carpet and hugs his knees to his chest tightly. he's wiggling a bit on the spot and tugging at his sweater sleeves

Roman pauses for a bit and then ducks in front of virgils gaze with a questioning look

‘Are you feeling little, Vee?’ he asks in his adult voice, using a slight baby tak for vee's benefit

Virgil blushes and quickly shakes his head. ‘No, ’m big.’ he's not supposed to be the little one!

‘Okay…’ Roman squints slightly at him but goes back to playing with his toys, this time getting them to talk to virgil to try to include him in the game

roman obviously noticed that virgil was anxious about jumping into the game so of course he is compromising by prompting virgil gently with questions

But the interaction with romans toys makes virgil feel so much littler

theres a lot of 'what do you want this one's name to be?' 'um... um may-maybe tibble?' 'okay, Sir tibble it is!'

it's usually small insignificant decisions like that and they get virgil to giggle a bit. he does suck the toy a couple more times but roman keeps stopping him with a smile and eventually virge just drops the toy and hugs his knees to avoid it happening again

but eventually roman asks virgil a Very Important question

'Prince Virge, what shall we do with the treacherous thief?'

and that is FAR more responsibility than virgil is comfy with having

‘Um,’ Virgil bites his thumbnail and looks nervously between the toy and Roman. he really doesnt want to decide something so important and maybe ruin the game

also he's feeling really melty in his chest and words are kind of tricky to say at the moment

‘C’mon,‘ Roman encourages gently with a smile, 'you can do it.'

and the softness in Ro’s tone feeds the liquid warmth in Virgil’s chest and he hugs his legs tighter

and he can feel his eyes tear up for some reason that he can't explain. he just feels small and weird and he wants a hug

Roman sees the tears and quickly kneels up and shuffles in front of virgil

he places his free hand on virgils leg and strokes a little to comfort him

'Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t be nervous,’ he whispers, squeezing Virgil’s knee

Virgil sniffles lightly and tentatively reaches his hand out to stroke the toy in romans hand. it looks like a nice texture

Roman smiles and lets virgil hold the toy and stroke it for a moment to calm his nerves. When it seems he’s calmed roman tries again.

‘What do you wanna say to the thief, Vee?’ he asks slowly and kindly, looking down at virgil from where he is knelt above him

Virgil looks up at him with wide eyes then back to the toy. His thumb slots in between his lips. ‘Hewo?’

‘Hi, Vee-Vee,’ Roman giggles and shakes his head. ‘I think you’re little.’

Virgil pouts around his thumb then points at him. ‘Wo-Wo lil.’

‘Yeah and now you are too!’ Roman laughs. 'But you're even littler,' he boops Vee's nose

This makes Virgil excited and he giggles and bounces.

Roman laughs at how sweet he is. Okay, looks like it's time to be a responsible big brother again

and really this feels SO much better for both of them. virgil doesnt like being older and tbh? roman doesnt like being younger either

'do you want your paci, baby?'

Virgil makes a mnh! sound that means yes and Roman reaches out to the paci vee brought with him just in case (yeah they both secretly knew this might happen)

Roman holds it up to Vee's mouth and smiles when vee gasps im excitement and takes romans hand in both of his and latches onto the pacifier

Then he thinks. he has one more thing to check before they can both be little: 'Vee, do you remember if you're wearing a pullup?'

vee tilts his head in confusion

roman frowns 'A pullup, remember? Like a diaper.'

Vee seems to remember something at the word diaper and looks around himself with a smile.

It quickly fades when he looks back at his brother, his fingers reach up to tug his paci. ‘Where baba?’

‘You want your papa?’

Vee nods.

‘Um…’ Roman bites his lip and looks to the door. ‘But Mom said they’re both busy. Don’t you wanna stay here with me for a bit? i can just check if you're wearing a pullup then--'

Virgil whines loudly and looks around. He is growing gradually more panicked, shoulders tensed up to his neck and feet kicking at the carpet. he's getting fussy

‘Shh, it’s okay, baby.’ Roman takes his hand.

When vee's wet eyes snap onto him roman offers him a reassuring smile. ‘Alright, let’s go find Dad.'

unfortunately when they do find the caregivers they are busy and not able to take care of vee, so roman actually grows up and takes care of vee until patton comes in later to take over

and that was very ironically roman's first experience of babysitting virgil!

[yeocult]

yeosang is so precious :(( his little mannerisms and habits are just so adorable i cannot. that one video where yeosang was like “atiny, geT uP!” iT WAS SO CUTE SUDJFJF #kw anon!

NOOOOO STOPPP im gonna melt into a puddle:(( his liddol giggle after he does something cute or when he’s shy is just so!!!! SOOOOO !!!! arrggggh !!!!!! i would burn a building for him<3

[askmalal]

“Bridgekeeper: What is your name?!”

Me: I am the End.

Bridgekeeper: Ooh! Dark! I like it!

Nurgle: I am Grandfather Nurgle, would you like a lollipop, or perhaps a fuzzy Werther’s Original from my pocket?

Khorne: I AM WAR.

Hashut: Hi, I’m Loretta!

Neocho: I don’t believe in names.

Tzeentch: What -is- a name, anyway?

Bridgekeeper: Oh, hell....

Slaanesh: *panting* Sorry. I got here as fast as...

Me: Cardinal Biggles. Her name is Cardinal Biggles.

Slaanesh: *considers* Checks out.

Nuffle: I’m Nuffle, god of dice and sport. Howdy!

“What is your quest?!”

Me: I seek the grail!

Hashut: Yeah, me too.

Nurgle: I seek the grail! Assuming the grail is the panacea to all ills. Or maybe the cause. I haven’t decided.

Khorne: I SEEK YOUR SKULL, BRIDGE-KEEPER. FAILING THAT, A BETTER CHAIR.

Me: So, you seek a comfy chair?!

Slaanesh: The comfy chair?!

Hashut: Poke him with the soft cushions!!

Tzeentch: I don’t get it.

Nuffle: I seek the gruel! No, I mean....*pitched into the crevasse below* Aaarrggh!

Neocho: I...

Me: *sigh* He doesn’t believe in quests.

Necho: I was actually going to say that I seek a way to disprove everything you believe in.

Bridgekeeper: Yeah, yeah. Let’s move on.

“What is your favorite color?!”

Me: I don’t do colors. I do monochrome.

Khorne: CORNFLOWER BLUE.

Slaanesh: Pink... I -love- pink. The pink of a freshly moistened...

Me: That’s enough. Please don’t finish that sentence.

Slaanesh: Aww. I was just going to talk about a good strawberry snow cone.

Me: Oh. I honestly thought that you were going in a different di...

Slaanesh: ...or a nipple...

Me: Right. I knew it.

Tzeentch: Blue. Gold. What are colors, anyway.... *pitched into the crevasse* Arrggggh! ...It’s a good thing I can flyyyyyyy..!!!!

Hashut: Bronze.

Nurgle: Anything both vivid and disguisting. Puce, for example.

Neocho: I don’t believe in co..*Malal kicks him into the Crevasse*

Bridgekeeper: Bless you, sir. You may all pass.

Nurgle: Is there any way to keep him down there?

[goldpilot22]

i had a nightmare that started out not nigbtmarey bc it was like "ok im gonna ride this super tall zipline rollercoaster thing and CONQUER MY FEAR of heights/flying/whatev" except then as soon i was on the zipline rollercoaster thing guess what started happeninf

yup you guessed it. it turned into one of THOSE nightmares and i woke up wirh my arms stretched above my head [i mean not above bc i was lying down ut yoy get what i mean] and so now my arrms aren't fuckig working rivtb today fml