#bsp

[vanglaggle]

killer's priorities 😊

horror belongs to sour-apple-studios

dust belongs to ask-dusttale

killer belongs to rahafwabas

nightmare belongs to jokublog

[copticcowgirl]

Fanbinding: BLOODY, SLUTTY, AND PATHETIC

This bind took a hot minute to finish. I made it my goal to complete two copies of BSP during the month of February, for @renegadeguild's 2025 Binderary. One for myself, and one for the author, who gave me permission in late January.

BSP is my first official author copy, gifted to and recently received by WhatMurdah, whom I can't thank enough for both writing this stellar fic and for allowing me to bind them a copy. I read BSP in mid-2024 and have been thinking about it as a bind since.

Lots of firsts with this one. First-ever typeset. Have a long way to go on that front, as it's definitely not my favorite part of binding. I prefer getting into the nitty-gritty of the bind itself instead of staring at a laptop screen for hours and agonizing over fonts and scene break flourishes. I kept it simple and still learned a lot, so that's a win!

I also had the honor of receiving the "Found Typo(s) After Printing" badge.

However, my dedication page to WhatMurdah made the entire typeset worthwhile.

It was also my first time attempting Renaissance chevron endbands (another goal for binderary! aaand there's a reason you don't see them on the bind itself, ha). When those didn't turn out as I'd hoped, it was my first time doing "random chaos" endbands, a la @maleekamolscreates.

Thank you, Maleeka and Marissa, for holding my hands through that one. I like to know what's coming, so letting go of structure to embrace the chaos of go-with-your-gut-feeling-for-your-endband-pattern was...hard.

But gorgeous, no? Can I get a "good girl," Maleeka??

Another first was creating a full-fledged dust jacket that looks like it came from a professional. I owe that to @phoenixortheflame, who sat with me on a Zoom call for 2+ hours and guided me through her artistic process. We worked in tandem in Canva so that I could pepper her with questions like, "You can pull the rulers across the page like that?!" Thank you for showing me how to center align correctly and for gently critiquing my choice of keep-all-fonts-the-same.

The before/after must be shown because honestly, every time I look at it I want to cry happy tears.

And while I know she will say, "But you had the vision, I just gave you some structure!" I'll still heap praise all over her because JUST LOOK AT IT.

Art by the incredible @jjuuppiter, who posted this work well before BSP was published but somehow must have KNOWN it would be written into existence one day. Please go check out their page. I fell in love with their art for "The Politician's Wife" first, and eventually found "Bloody Witch and Her Worshipper."

And finally, details of the bind itself below and behind-the-scenes photos (my favorite to look back on!) below that.

Bind details:

bind style: full cloth bind, rounded and backed, sewn endpapers, ramie bands

endpapers: "french marble strawberry" from Hollanders, chosen in mid-2024 after reading BSP for the first time 

cover material: "love dove" fabric, designed by Kathy Doughty. chosen solely for its bold colors. 

book edge decoration: head & tail edges hand sanded to 1,000 grit, DIY'd maroon acrylic ink to match fabric, applied in layers, then burnished with Renaissance wax & agate stone. maroon acrylic ink applied directly to deckled fore-edge for author copy. we don't talk about the fore-edge for my own copy.

endbands: double faux core, 4mm leather core, Japanese silk thread

typeset: this was my first-ever typeset, which meant I spent hours meticulously ensuring I didn't mess anything up (full disclosure: I did, but those mistakes are all my own)

dust jacket: designed in Canva; title font, Villanelle; author font, ITC Blaze; body & flap fonts, IBM Plex Serif; art by jjuuppiter 

Did you know? To make a deep maroon color, take 1 drop blue, 11 drops red, and 2 drops yellow. Voila! Deep maroon.

Now you know.

These copies were made for personal use only; no profit was made and all associated costs came from my own pocket. Please abide by the code of binding fanfiction, which amounts to: if you want it on your shelf, bind it yourself.

[mxfortunecookie]

I saw a lot of people doing pixel art, forgot how much I enjoyed doing it, so thanks for the reminder lmao

First time I’ve drawn… most of them on the same piece.

I couldn’t figure out how to get nm all the way in, so he’s just out screen 😭

(plz don’t mind the ugly ass carpet, I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do for background

I did this shit on my phone 💀…never again

W.out background | simple shades | flats

line art | quick sketch I did, like, a week ago

Credits-

Cross: Jakei95

Dust: Ask-Dusttale

Horror: horrortalecomic / sour-apple-studios

Killer: rahafwabas

Nightmare: Jokublog

Happy Holloween 👋:D

[chasmbreach]

merry gyftmas for @/hazerun3

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - The Knight's House

Hi

So uhh

It's been almost two months ?

Anyway back on track for now, @ancha-aus guess what the mandatory tag is back

I swear I love this AU I've just been struggling to write :') and do stuff in general- mental health yey

Also ! Time Travelers is now available on AO3 :)

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Cross turned around, making sure everyone was still following him as they left the town to the countryside where his house was. Blue didn't come with them, he had work to do after all, but he promised to be accessible if they ever needed anything or just wanted to hang out somewhere. Cross would never thank him enough for the help he gave them taking everyone to the inn, even if the night hadn't been so great for one of the two groups, they still were able to sleep inside with full stomachs and clean clothes.

Blue had explained to him what happened with Horror and Nightmare, that Nightmare seemed very stressed and scared of Horror and that made him sad. Cross had frowned at that, not understanding why Nightmare would be scared of Horror after all the time they spent in Dust's small house. He would surely have to ask him. He would have to ask him a lot of things, and judging by the noble's staying in retreat of the group, he wasn't sure he would get a satisfying answer, if he even get an answer at all...

He sighed, he would have preferred his time period to be peaceful and easy, not a game of survival followed by an awkward walk to his much too small for five persons house... where would they sleep ? He only had one bed and it was for one person. Horror couldn't even fit on it alone. Maybe he could improvise more beds with some straw, blankets and wooden planks ? He really wished he had a bigger house, he almost felt ashamed to welcome his friends in such a pathetic home... knights usually had nice homes or castles even, but knights also usually were nobles, and Cross wasn't, his family were peasants and he didn't have enough money to build a better house, so all he had was a peasant house with one room only. Was it too late to turn around and beg Ccino to let them stay in the inn a little longer ?

He felt someone tap his shoulder and turned his head to see Killer smiling at him.

- Quid cogitas ? He asked with his usual curiosity.

Cross frowned, looking around to see if Nightmare was in hearing range but he was at the far end of the line. Horror kept looking back at him, and Dust was watching the surroundings. He looked back at Killer, smiling awkwardly, not having understood what he asked. Maybe he wanted to know how long the journey was to his house ?

- Nos arriverons tres viste... ? He tried to tell him they'll arrive soon.

It was now Killer's turn to be confused, but he still nodded and silently followed him. Cross had the feeling it wasn't what Killer had asked him.

They continued to walk silently until finally they could see the small house with walls of stone and cob and a roof made of thatch in the middle of a field surrounded by the woods. A calm setting where people wouldn't be around to look at the weird group. It wasn't much bigger than Dust's house, but he at least had a bigger backyard and there would be less noise at night. Dust didn't seem to notice it, but the first few nights they were all bothered at least once by strange roaring noises outside: Dust told them it was the cars. They didn't know what cars were but they sounded like particularly aggressive beasts judging by how much they were roaring and yelling. Cross was glad he didn't have any of those near his house.

He turned to them once in front of the door, watching them analyze his little home.

- Cela est poi... mes benvenu.

It wasn't much, he said, but still greeted them before opening the door and letting them inside. The house was as small on the inside as it was on the outside, there was only one big room with the kitchen and a table en the right and a bed on the left. The only window was on the right of the door, and there was a ladder against the back wall to have access to a mezzanine used as a storage room for food or various equipment. The floor was made of earth, it wasn't the cleanest but it was compacted enough not to be too dirty either. They were lucky not to have arrived during the coldest season as they could live without making a fire for now, which meant not too much smoke inside, and no muddy ground either.

He let them discover the house, a little anxious as he knew it probably wasn't the luxury they expected. Well, Horror and Killer probably didn't expect anything as they seemed rather pleased, Killer having already shove a small candle holder in his bag, but Nightmare and Dust most certainly were aware of what riches a knight was supposed to have, and it did make Cross nervous regarding their reaction: he didn't want Dust to look down on him because he wasn't from the noble class like the other knights, and he didn't want Nightmare to be even more grumpy than he already was because of the persisting lack of luxury.

He looked at Dust first, watching him examine every little thing in the house and pointing his magic rectangle at everything.

- So that's how people lived in the Middle Ages... he mumbled to himself, thoughtful, but aren't knights supposed to be, like, rich or something ? He turned to Cross, are you one of those knights who aren't nobles ? I heard it was possible in certain cases..

Cross understood "rich" and "nobles" as Dust often used those words to refer to Nightmare. Was Dust asking if he was a noble ? Was he asking why the house wasn't bigger or why they weren't in a castle right now ? Was he asking where his money was ? He did have an income and spared as much as possible but he still spent money to buy food, clothes, materials and all sort of things, sure he made a little garden behind his house to grow his own vegetables, but he still had to buy many things so he didn't really have enough money to build another house. And this one was enough for one person anyway so he didn't see the point in changing. Until now.

He shook his head.

- Eo n'ai mie molt ecus...

He didn't have much money, he told him, and saw Nightmare shooting him a look but not saying anything. Dust frowned, this time shooting Nightmare a look, but he had already reported his attention on something else so Dust looked back at the knight. Cross felt his nervousness grow the longer Dust stayed silent, hoping the house in itself would give him enough context to understand. He was smart, he would surely understand fast ?

- ... Welcome to the broke club I guess ? He finally replied, smiling awkwardly, before returning to his inspection.

Was it a good sign ? Did he understand ? Did he accept it ?

- Cross ? Horror called.

The knight turned around, Killer had disappeared but judging by the noise he was on the mezzanine so Cross didn't worry much and looked at Horror.

- Einga einn beðr ? Er sofa ? Uh.. sleep.. ? He asked, pointing at the single bed.

Right, Cross needed to make another bed for them, he did have a bench next to the table on the kitchen side of the house but they couldn't sleep on a bench. He would need planks, straw and covers, which would normally be in the storage on the mezzanine. He searched for his words for a moment, he was sure he remembered Dust say the word that meant plenty of something...

- Uh.. more.. ? He tried, then pointed at the mezzanine.

Horror frowned and looked up, it took him a while but he eventually nodded. Cross smiled, happy to have been understood, and quickly went to climb the ladder to join Killer. The Roman was looking throught a box containing all of Cross's belongings from when he was a child. It wasn't much, he had became an orphan quite early and didn't have many things in the orphanage, only some old toys, a torn bandana, a small clay cup and the wood plate with his name carved on it that he had on his bed. Killer was examining the toys with a certain delicacy, holding them carefully, he looked... thoughtful...

- Killer ? He called softly.

The roman flinched, turning quickly, he almost looked guilty as his gaze went from Cross to the toy before coming back to Cross again. The knight frowned as he tilted his head, he didn't mind Killer looking throught his stuffs, it wasn't like he had anything important in this box anyway, as his parents didn't exactly leave him a big legacy to carry...

- Tout va ben.. ?

Cross asked if he was alright before going to kneel next to him as Killer looked down at the toy again: a little wooden horse with wheels, he was spinning one with his thumb.

- Quid tibi utor is... ? Killer finally asked in a whisper.

Cross didn't like hearing him so unsure, it didn't suit him, the Roman was supposed to be energetic and self assured. He hated not being able to answer him, that question sounded important, and he didn't understand it. Killer handed him the horse, looking at him with insistence.

- Ostende mihi... ? He asked again.

Cross took the horse, unsure as he looked at his friend. Killer seemed almost pleading as he stared at the toy. The knight wasn't sure what to do, did Killer want him to use it ? He didn't know, but still he put the horse down and gave it a little push to make it roll towards the Roman, a faint smile appearing on his face as he watched the horse roll in front of him. Killer reached to it when it stopped, pushing it again to make it roll the other way.

Cross looked at him play for a moment, wondering if his toys were so different from those in Killer's time for him to look so amazed by a simple rolling horse. He glanced at the box again, and reached inside to take out a small bird shaped ceramic whistle and a wooden spinning top. He tapped Killer's arm to get his attention. The Roman looked up at him, the horse bumping on his knee. Cross put the whistle against his lips, gently blowing inside to create a sound. He saw Killer's sockets widen as he looked at the whistle curiously, wanting to reach to it but stopping his hand mid-air.

Cross smiled before handing him the toy, letting him take it carefully to examine while glancing at the knight from time to time.

- Essaie... he encouraged him to try.

Killer stared at him for a moment before slowly moving the bird towards his mouth, pressing it against his lips after another few seconds, and blowing a little stream of air. He almost looked surprised to hear the whistling noise, looking at Cross before blowing again. Cross couldn't help but chuckle at his curiosity, seeing him discover the toys was almost cute... he grabbed the spinning top, making it spin in front of Killer who was following its movement while holding the bird, before getting up, letting him have his little moment while he went to grab a bale of straw.

He pushed it toward the edge of the mezzanine, made sure nobody was underneath, and let it fall on the ground, liberating a cloud of dust. He heard Nightmare sneeze, followed by a "bless you" from Dust. He then gathered the planks and covers and went back down with the material. Horror was waiting for him, seeming ready to help as he grabbed the planks and waited for his instructions with a smile.

Cross smiled back, maybe their time here wouldn't be so terrible after all...

[a-whispering-echo]

Princess Dust of Irelith

(ik ive already posted that drawing, but im reusing it on this while i plonk the LORE below <3)

Dust wears a full, elaborate gown in dark purple and black and a long, heavy mourning veil that conceals his face. The bodice of his gown is tightly secured, and his arms are bound behind him with thick, buckled leather straps that are e NEVER removed.

Nightmare later finds out, after about 4 days as they stay in his castle, that Dust even SLEEPS like that. that he cant even CHANGE CLOTHING because his arms are restrained. hes forced to kneel ever morning by his ‘guards’ as the fix his veil and crown, but not his gown. he eventually starts to smell, because he cant even go to the BATHROOM alone, because he doesnt have any HANDS TO USE; cant hike his skirts or remove any underwear that he MIGHT be wearing.

Dust’s crown is small and ornate, yet fragile-looking. He often walks barefoot, hidden by his skirts, and the restriction of his movements adds to his haunted, ethereal appearance. His dresses are all embroidered with Lily of the Valley; his kingdoms national flower.

Dust hallucinates, often lost in a world of his own. His speech is formal, restrained, and sometimes unsettling; he’s conditioned to obey, and offers himself to Nightmare in anyway he can at first - he regularly asks if Nightmare wants to bed him, because he was told before coming here, that if he ‘won’ the princes favour, that would be ALL hes doing; not sound of mind nor legally INNOCENT enough for much else. Dust’s inability to move freely makes him withdrawn, but he tries to mask it by projecting an air of submission and obedience. Sometimes you can hear him screaming from his room

He doesn’t expect kindness and is shocked when Nightmare treats him with respect.

Nightmare is struck by Dust’s fragile state, both physically and mentally. As he learns more about Dust’s history, he grows protective, horrified by the treatment Dust endures. Over time, he becomes Dust’s advocate, seeing him not as a criminal, but as someone who was shaped by trauma and control. Dust’s vulnerability awakens a sense of compassion in Nightmare, and Dust slowly begins to open up, trusting Nightmare more deeply, especially when Nightmare nulls Dusts impending execution by choosing to marry him as well as all the other suitors, and frees Dusts restraints.

Horror often helps Dust when his hallucinations become overwhelming, calming him with his quiet presence.

Killer is fascinated by Dust but is careful not to push him too far, and the two share a complex relationship, with Killer sometimes gently teasing him out of his melancholy.

Cross is formal and distant at first, but over time, he recognizes Dust’s suffering, and they share an unspoken understanding, bound by their own hardships.

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Irelith is known for its mystical practices and secluded landscapes. The kingdom is covered in misty forests and ancient ruins, housing people who are highly superstitious and prone to quiet, contemplative lives. They are skilled in alchemy, necromancy, and medicine, using herbs and potions for both healing and protective purposes.

Irelith’s people observe intense mourning practices, with the entire kingdom often going silent to honour the dead. Funerals are elaborate, with public processions and periods of mandated silence. The Feast of Shadows is their annual festival, where they honour ancestors and lost loved ones with quiet reflection, offerings, and ritual dances around fire pits.

Irelithians worship the Shadeborn, spirits believed to guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife. These spirits are said to inhabit the forests and mist, requiring rituals to appease them and ask for protection. It’s common for people to wear tokens of these spirits, small charms or amulets, as protection against misfortune.

The current ruler, King Morose, is a reclusive and deeply sorrowful figure, having lost his eldest son to murder, an event that has left the kingdom shrouded in scandal. The kingdom’s secrecy and sombre demeanour have only deepened since then. Dust is burdened by his family’s shame and controlled by a retinue of guards - he is believed to have murdered his brother in an attempt for the throne, despite the fact Dust is the third born, and had made no move on his other sibling; everyone assumed he was just caught before he got to them.

Irelith’s architecture is striking, with slender, towering buildings and arched bridges spanning misty rivers. Homes and temples are often surrounded by stone walls or terraces overlooking dense forests. Houses have large, open balconies, and windows are small to retain warmth, giving a secluded feel to the kingdom’s settlements.

Clothing: Irelith favours fine, sheer fabrics layered over one another, creating an ethereal, ghostly effect. Dark, muted tones are staples as well as light cool tones - silver, lilac and pale blue. and noble attire is often decorated with silver embroidery and delicate beadwork. The dress Dust arrives in id distinctly NOT Irelithean style - its Durmous’s

Irelith has a cool, mist-laden climate, with dense forests creating a natural barrier around its borders. The air is damp and cool year-round, and sunlight is sparse, making it feel like a perpetual twilight.

Fish is a staple in Irelith, as their rivers are plentiful and well-stocked. Mushrooms, herbs, and roots are also common, as well as dark berries, used to make preserves and wines. Their food is delicately spiced, using herbs for flavour, as the people believe certain spices attract spirits.

Irelith is known for its shadowy woods, populated by owls, crows, and foxes. The forests yield rare herbs and plants used in alchemy, including ghostflowers, wolfsbane, and moonlit mushrooms. These are also used for dyeing, creating eerie, subdued colours for the people’s clothing.

[itshobogizmo]

The amount of times my phone tries to change the guys name when I’m writing is ridiculous.

Dusty boy is not named Duet he doesn’t even sing let alone tolerate other people near him PLLLEEEASE.

Cross might as well be a fucking bridge with how often it tries to name him Across. (I mean. Killer does try to walk all over him a lot but that’s aside from the point)

[blisked-starkhalis]

Shameless.

Cross belongs to jakei95 Horror belongs to Sour-Apple Studios Killer belongs to Rahafwabas Murder belongs to ask-dusttale

[bexdear]

My recent personal book bind of Bloody, Slutty, & Pathetic by WhatMurdah with original cover designs 🩸🥰

[vanglaggle]

hough . i'm kind of upset how bad sans poly always revolves around nightmare and cross and maybe killer. it just kinda seems like only krossmare half of the time, and maybe once or twice you guys make them kiss horror or dust once in a while.

no hate to krossmare but i fear you can't act like it's bad sans poly when you only gaf about three of the sanses.

and it CAN be like that but seriously none of you guys care to have them all be in a relationship. sexual or otherwise

[mxfortunecookie]

These three. cause I wanted to draw them since I haven’t drawn them in a hot minute

Killer’s probably playing Mario kart

I forgot the extra texture shit for dust’s scarf uggghhh… I’m gonna slam my head into a table /j

This took six hours. I did it in one day. I am so done

W.out background | simple shade

extra colors | flats

line art | final sketch | sketch

Credits-

Horror: horrortalecomic / sour-apple-studios

Killer: rahafwabas

Dust/Murder: Ask-Dusttale

[bungoustraypups]

i don't talk enough about my headcanons involving fukumori specifically while mori's pregnant* during the bungou stray pups universe timeline events, and that needs to change tbh.

so, take some mostly transposed from twitter with some tumblr originals mixed in:

imagine heavily pregnant mori stealing fukuzawas clothes because it's both easier and less stressful than buying tailored clothes of his own. he mostly does this to avoid reminding himself most commercial pregnancy clothing is labeled as "maternity wear, but also because fukuzawa tells him how precious/hot he looks wearing his clothes while heavily pregnant anyway so it's a double win

fukuzawa cuddled up to mori during the last days of his pregnancy making sure he's as comfortable as he can be as mori sleeps more than he's ever slept before because he can be safe knowing that fukuzawa's there for him

when mori's in the second and third trimesters and the poor guy's just. aching constantly (he should get an award for carrying his husband's bigass kids because they didn't get their size from mori), so fukuzawa's often rubbing his back/feet for him

fukuzawa feels bad about the physical strain on mori too and knows he can't really do anything to stop him from aching since it's kinda part of the process so he does what he can to ease it while also saying variations of "sorry for doing this to you" while mori grumbles halfheartedly at him

despite all the pouting and whining he does, mori never really blames anything on fukuzawa, because he knows as well as anyone that this is just how it goes, and also knows that fukuzawa could be treating him so much worse, because he's been treated worse in the past (see my completed, multi-chapter, minor angst with an impossibly fluffy and sweet happy ending, fukumori babyfic "dog days are over" for more details on uh, all of that)

speaking of that tho, mori getting emotional over how sweet fukuzawa is to him is >>>>. not even because mori thinks he doesn't deserve it (he does, but that eases with time, more and more as time goes on, and more easily than anyone expects it to), but just because he's already so emotional with more hormones running wild inside of him than he knows what to do with or has had to deal with since he started testosterone honestly, and unable to hold back those emotions like he usually would instinctually (even though fukuzawa's been trying to coax him into being more open ever since the relationship started but he also knows these things take time)

you know the ADA & PM threw them a surprise baby shower (to mori, at least, fukuzawa knew about it in order to keep mori from knowing about it, and kept him distracted while they were setting it up) too, and mori wept tears of joy when they came home from a "spontaneous day out" to it. he naturally immediately threatened everyone there with a fate worse than death if they told anyone about his reaction, and even though they knew he was absolutely not being serious at all, they don't mention it outside of the attendants lmao

also, fukuzawa holding mori as close as he can, as often and as much as he can, whether they're laying down in bed/on the couch/etc or not, touching him and holding his face and his hands etc, so gently and tenderly, not because he thinks he's "fragile" or anything, but because he loves him so much, mori and their baby both, and they're both so used to only being violent or touch being accompanied with pain or violence that every time they touch and hold each other tenderly is a reminder of how far their lives have come, and a reminder to mori that, this time, their child will grow up with two fathers who love and care about them and want to keep them safe and hold them close and gentle because they love them, and this time mori doesn't have to do it alone, he doesn't have to be the only one trying to save his child (and ultimately, the only one who suffered when he lost her)

fukuzawa resting his head on mori's belly and tracing circles on it with his thumb, cooing softly to their baby while mori knits them a lil stuffed animal to give after they're born (it's a wolf pup) along with a baby blanket

mori being very, very pregnant, but still trying to do things on his own, and hissing at fukuzawa like an angry cat when he tries to help, only to realize he can't properly do the thing and reluctantly letting fukuzawa help as he pouts off to the side lmao

and of course, mori feeling frustrated at "being useless" while pregnant, and fukuzawa saying "you're literally growing a person, inside of your body, with your body's limited resources, all while still also doing things, right now. i don't think that's quite right, my love"

tbh i will never not be weak for fukuzawa being totally enamored with mori growing a little person, their little person, in him because how can i not be. it's precious and also he would be

and of course, head always full of thoughts of. fukuzawa cuddling with mori while he's pregnant and always keeping his hands on mori's belly. mori loves being held by fukuzawa because he feels safe and also loved and also thinks it's absolutely precious how protective fukuzawa gets too. they also are both so very enamored with and in awe of the physical representation of their love, the proof that their baby is healthy and growing and they'll get to meet them soon. they're so in love with their precious little thing long before they arrive and they've never been happier about anything in their lives before

*note: i headcanon mori as a trans man, for those who are new to my blog/posts on here. pls don't tag this as like, omegaverse or au or anything, bc it's Not, it's just canon divergence. heavy canon divergence lmao but canon divergence nonetheless bc this is very much still with the intent of being in the general bsd universe

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - And They Were Roommates

I'm having fun with my titles

Everyone say thank you to @ancha-aus because it's thanks to her I had the majority of the ideas for this chapter <3

It was fun to write

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Cross slowly entered his room, the room Blue decided he would share with Dust and Killer, in which his two roommates were already waiting for him, looking at the clothes they were given to see if they were their size or if they had to exchange them. He shakily closed the door, sealing his fate. Why was he so embarrassed ? It wouldn't be the first time he would sleep near Dust, hell he slept against him the previous night ! But the previous night they were outside and didn't have anything else to stay warm but themselves, here there were beds, they were in a room, an intimate place.

Cross glanced at the furniture, it was a small room, with three beds, one with the head against the left wall, one against the back wall, and one against the right wall, with a nightstand besides each and a big closet for everyone. Killer's bag was on the bed on the right, Cross supposed he choose this one to sleep on, which meant Dust's bed would be either the middle one or the one on the left, and in each case, he would be the closest to Cross.

When he turned back to face the others they seemed to have chosen their clothes. Dust had his hands in his pockets, surely to make sure he didn't forget anything, and pulled out a green leaf, a piece of lettuce, that he looked at for a moment before handing it to Cross.

- Here hold this, he said before going on the middle bed to change his clothes.

Cross took the lettuce hesitantly, what did it mean ? Why did he give him lettuce ? Did he want him to eat it ? Was it a gift ? Did Dust gift him food ? Why would he gift him food, wouldn't he want to keep it in case he was hungry ? Did he worry Cross would be hungry ? Did he worry about his health ? About his strength ? Cross was strong enough to protect him, he shouldn't worry about that !

The piece of lettuce suddenly got snatched from his hands, looking up he saw Killer bit into it and eat it. His lettuce ! He had stolen his lettuce ! The lettuce Dust gifted him !

Why was he so emotionally invested for a piece lettuce ? He needed to rest. He looked at Dust again, Dust was shirtless. His gaze shot at the wall, and he heard Killer whistle.

- Visum pulcher est !

He heard Dust answer with an outraged scream, putting his shirt in a hurry.

- What the fuck Killer don't look ?!

The Roman only chuckled before going to his bed, letting Dust mumble.

- Cross is the only civil one I swear, thank you Cross.

The knight knew what "thank you" meant, did Dust thank him for not looking at him ? Did that mean he could look now ? He slowly turned, and sighed when seeing Dust dressed in a shirt and pants. He looked... graceful in those. It wasn't fancy clothing, but the size being a little too big for Dust made it look like it was floating around him.

He looked away, not wanting to stare for too long, and glanced at Killer. He was sitting on his bed and had lost his smile, looking at the clothes. Were they not to his liking ? Was there a problem ?

- Y a-t-il un problesme ? Cross asked.

- Convertite. He said, making a spinning motion with his hand.

Did he want them to turn around ? That would be logical since he was going to change. Cross didn't want to see him naked.

- Oh so you can look at me but I can't ? That's not fair. Dust complained.

- Converte ! Killer asked again, frowning, looking quite uncomfortable.

- Fine, fine, I'll turn, I don't want to see you bare bones anyway.

Dust put his hands in the air as he turned, respecting Killer's intimacy. Cross did the same and used this moment to take off the armor and stay in the thin clothes he had underneath. He sighed, feeling much less heavy now, less hot too. He liked his armor, but he had to admit he liked taking it off more than putting it on. When he turned around again Killer was in his new clothes, looking at his legs, had he ever wore pants before ? Well, at least he seemed to have put them on correctly.

He looked at Dust who was now looking through the closet. Was he looking for something ? A blanket maybe ? Was he cold ?

- Dust ? Tout va ben ? Cross asked if he was alright, coming next to him.

- Huh ? Oh, yeah, just looking for something I could use as a hood, you know, since I don't have my jacket, and I ain't gonna keep that ugly ass fast food cap.

Cross hadn't understood a word of what he just said. He hesitantly picked a cover, hoping it was what Dust was saying he needed, and handed it to him.

- That's, uh... too big, but thanks ! It's chilly in here, he thanked him, taking the cover to put it on his bed and going back to the closet.

Was it not what he wanted ? Was it not enough ? Did he want more ? Did he only take it to be polite but wasn't looking for a cover at all ? Oh God, did Cross just embarrass himself by giving him something totally unrelated ? Oh he hoped Dust wouldn't think he was stupid...

- Ah, there it is ! Dust exclaimed.

He took out a sort of cape that he wrapped around his shoulders before pulling the hood over his head. Was it what he was looking for ? Maybe Cross wasn't so far off then... maybe Dust wouldn't think he was dumb... all hope wasn't lost, it seemed.

He glanced at the window, the sun was setting already. They should go to sleep, the previous night wasn't really restful.

- Nos devrions dormir. He stated, as everyone knew that "dormir" meant "sleep".

Dust nodded as he went on his bed.

- You're right, well, good night guys.

- Bone noit, Cross wished them good night, going on his bed too.

Killer was already laying down and didn't answer, Cross thought he was already sleeping but his sockets were wide opened.

- Killer ? He called.

Killer perked up.

- Hm ? Oh, cogitavi aliquid... noctis bonum. He said, laying back down.

Cross almost wished Nightmare was here to translate, but he was in the room next to them so he would just have to hope Killer said he was fine and go to sleep... he would have preferred sleeping with Dust...

What an indecent thought to have. Blue really knew what he was doing when putting him with Dust. Speaking of Blue, he wondered how it went with the other two ? He was sure everything was alright, Blue had a talent to make friends rapidly.

On the other side of the wall, however, things weren't going as smoothly as Horror wished it would have gone: Blue and him didn't understand a word of what the other would say, and even if Horror knew a few, Blue didn't know any, which made having a conversation practically impossible, and Nightmare wasn't of any help as he had spent all the time sitting on the edge of his bed, the one on the left, staring at the floor and pulling on the end of his sleeve, not paying them any attention.

To be honest, Nightmare had been distant since they arrived in this new period, Horror first thought he was mad because he was dirty, but he hadn't changed his clothes yet despite having clean ones next to him and had looked more distressed than anything since they entered the room. Horror was worried about him, frankly. Was he sick ? Did he hurt himself when he fell in the mud ? He hadn't looked hurt and Cross had already checked on him, but maybe he hid it ?

Blue seemed to have noticed the noble's discomfort too, but as a stranger, he hadn't dared invading his private space, so he turned to Horror instead.

- Va-t-il ben.. ? Blue asked.

Horror knew what "ben" meant, it was a word Cross often used when asking them if they were okay. He didn't know what to say apart from shaking his head, Nightmare obviously wasn't well, but he didn't know why exactly and that bothered him as he couldn't help him.

Blue looked worried, his gaze going from the noble to the viking, and Horror decided to go check on Nightmare, even though he wouldn't understand him and seemed to have been avoiding his gaze, he couldn't just stay there and watch him be a nervous mess.

He approached from the side, making sure not to be in his blind spot.

- Nightmare.. ? He called, putting a hand on his shoulder as gently as he could.

He didn't expect Nightmare to jump, making himself flinch too, he didn't expect him to back down, to look so startled, so... afraid... Horror could see his chest going up and down with his breathing, he could see his eye looking so... watery...

Horror backed down too, not wanting to scare him more than he apparently already had. He didn't do it on purpose, he didn't mean to, he thought Nightmare wasn't scared anymore, he thought there was at least a bit of trust between them, that Nightmare trusted him at least not to hurt him. Did Horror do something that made that change ? Did he do something that made Nightmare afraid of him again ? He didn't recall doing anything bad, had he forgotten.. ? Was it something he did that he thought was normal but wasn't to him.. ?

Horror snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Nightmare's heel hitting the nightstand. He should leave him space.

- Harmfullr... he apologized.

Horror went back to his own bed, the one on the right, to leave as much space to Nightmare as possible, not wanting to make him feel worse. Blue joined him, looking sorry for him.

- La noit porte consoil, au matinet ira miels... Blue tried to reassure him, patting him back.

Horror nodded, though not having understood the knight's words, and simply sighed. He looked over to his friend: Nightmare had sat back on the bed, his hands clenched on his cape, his head turned in a way Horror couldn't see his face. Blue looked too, but decided against going to see him, leaving him alone for now was the best thing to do.

- Bone noit... Blue wished them good night, returning to his bed.

- Vel nátt... Horror answered.

He laid down on his bed, hoping that Nightmare would calm down on his own and change his clothes once the two others would be asleep, maybe he was shy after all and didn't want to change in front of them.

He really hoped he would be okay, even if he was scared of him, Horror at least hoped that Nightmare would be fine...

He didn't like seeing his friend so distressed and being so powerless to help him...

He liked the little noble...

[a-whispering-echo]

thinking about the band boys getting married-

For one, obviously they legally CANT get all married to EACH OTHER, so, i imagine what theyd do, is pair up, have a 'joint' wedding day, where Horror would stay the only 'non wedded' one because he doesnt want to risk loosing his disability benefits in he married, if, god forbit, they didnt all work out, leaving him broke - SO- pair up, have all matching rings, including Horror in it, have Dust and Cross, and Killer and Nightmare (or some variation of that) get married to each other, on the same day, and the same place, at the same time, and ALL call each other husbands.

How many of them would WANT to get married? i think Cross would 100% want to- i think hed LOVE the idea of calling his long time partners his 'husband' - dude would SO cry on his wedding day.

I think Nightmare would too - maybe not as much as Cross does, but i think he'd like things like the sharing assest, and for their family being LEGALLY tied together, for things like inheritance reasons, hospital visits, possibly children based things if they went down that road. i think itdd be a HUGE relief off his shoulders for them to know they'd all be safe if something happened. Remember, Nightmare comes from an old money, rich history, and even WITH the band making a large amount of money, i think he'd appreciate the safety net should thinks suddenly take a drop.

Dust honestly couldnt give two shits. dude would show up to his wedding in a hoodie and sweats if his partners didnt force him to dress nice.

Killer wouldnt care about the actual MARRIAGE bit, they'd just want the big party and the pretty outfits that come with them. Hed love to do those silly wedding traditions, like tossing the bouquet, cutting the cake, wearing something so fancy it makes heads turn...

Horror would be much the same as Cross, i think. even if hes not LEGALLY getting married, i think hed be over the MOON with calling them all his husbands.

What would they wear? well-

Nightmare dresses so formal ALL THE TIME, so i think he'd want something that is MORE than just his everyday suits. something moon themed, obviously, nice cufflinks, maybe something with a nice dark overcoat that drapes across the floor; maybe hed go more 'vampire' with it. he'd want to look like ROYALTY. maybe hed even wear a crown.

Cross would want to go fairly standard an traditional, i think. just a nice tux, nice an simple, but fancy and elegant at the same time. i dont think he'd care what he wore really, hes not here for the dress up or the party, but the end result. maybe Killer convinces him to wear something a little more 'whine night' themed. maybe a cross-over panelled jacket, with chains and gems over it in his pocket, maybe a sash - i think Cross would do whatever his partners want, fundamentally, cus he knows it would make them happy.

Horror would be fairly boring too, i think. maybe just some suit. though, with his -as the orphanage and fostor system told him- scottish heritage, maybe he'd wear a kilt. Horror would be VERY fond of tartan, i think. and hes always been font of a good edgy rip in his clothing, so maybe hed go for something purposefully distressed - again, maybe with the chains, something a bit punk but still formal.

Now, despite me saying earlier that Dust wouldnt give a shit, i think, after so much though has been put in his husbands-to-be's outfits, hed start feeling a bit embarrassed that he didnt really put much thought into his own. i think, eventually, he would decide to wear a hanbok for his wedding, have his hair pulled back into a lovely pin up, with pins and such, maybe even go for some pale foundation, and rosy cheeks, because he KNOWS it'd make his partners swoon. i think that seeing as he going korean traditional with it mostly, hed want SOMETHING a little more western too, to join BOTH sides of his heritage. maybe he wears a veil, in pretty white; something to cover his head in the way that brings him comfort, and still look 'wedding' - maybe he wears a hanbok in white and gold, still with the more traditional red and blue elements in it still, but primarily white, just to say 'yes, im one of the grooms, thanks'

Killer... oh, Killer. i think Killer would get SO antsy over what hes going to wear. its his BIG DAY, and he NEEDS to look PERFECT! i think hed work himself into a tizzy trying to decide on suit, dress, style, cut - that hed freak and have to have his partners calm him down and work through it. his first thought is suit, but then he feels like thats too BORING, and not THEM enough! so i think it'd then start considering dresses - but GOD so many STYLES! something more slim sitting and sleek? something more poofy, like a princess dress> and THEN theres the problem of wedding dressed being designed for feminine body times, of which they do NOT have, so nothing FITS when hes trying things on! and then, there the idea of WHITE, because, like, he looks GREAT in white, dont get hims wrong! but at the same time, Killers VERY antitraditional, and the white was always about the purity and virginity of the bride, of which he is NEITHER - so-? NO. i think eventually, hed decide to get a custom made outfit for itself. He eventually decides on a dress, but with a few modifications. it want leather in there; a nice leather bodice, with layers of black leather in the skirt, with white lace over the top, a nice long white train to the dress, that spattered with red splashes to look like blood, he wants chains, and studs, and a suit jackets over the bodice, he wants a veil with 'blood splattered' over it he wants it torn, with a spiky headdress, and chairs dripping down from ot over his face, he wants something that screams KILLLER - something original, something pretty and feminine, but something rough and edgy and masculine too. THATS what he wants.

and i think he'd have to get it custom made too - which means it'd cost a FORTUNE, which, logically they can afford, and would realistically barely make a DENT in their savings, but still, Dust who grew up homeless, eating from trash cans and saving every penny, would GAG at the thought of spending 380,000$ on a fucking DRESS-

[itshobogizmo]

Random question i had when i was listening to "die with a smile by bruno mars, lady gaga"

Do you think our skele bois will like it?

It's just some random thought i have

Just wanna see their opinions, since it's very good

Waiting for the next chapter!!

Horror would probably put it on in the kitchen at some point, I think he’d like the parts where it’s just Gaga singing the most. Lyrics are easy to understand and sound nice.

It’s not Dust’s cup of tea, but its not terrible, so he won’t complain (unless Killer plays it over and over and wears it out)

Killer is attempting to make everyone dance to it, he thinks it’s romantic as hell, trying to spin around. He’s gonna get annoying about it for like 2 weeks then never listen to it again.

Cross likes the instrumental but the lyrics are off putting to him. He just can’t see anyone possibly dying with a smile if the world were ending. Cuz. You know.

Nightmare refuses to listen to Bruno Mars ever again. Killer already over did it years ago with It Will Rain. He will not allow any Bruno Mars near his audial range whatsoever. (Gaga’s Bad Romance is a guilty pleasure however-)

Thank you for asking ❤️

[gregorovitch-adler]

Roasted Marshmallows

John rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as he poured freshly made hot chocolate into a mug. The fragrance had awakened something in him.

It was quarter to midnight, and Sherlock, John, and Mariana had just got to the end of a case.

They had got back from Scotland Yard about twenty minutes ago after the conclusion of the case.

Sherlock and Mariana had fallen asleep on the sofa beside the fireplace in the sitting room.

Mariana had laid her head on Sherlock's chest with Sherlock's arm around her shoulders.

John smiled to himself at that endearing sight.

Ever since the three of them got into a relationship together, they decided to convert most of 221 A as a full fledged office where the clients would come to talk about their cases and other problems. Only one room was spared just in case.

Mariana would spend most of her time with Sherlock and John at 221 B.

John grabbed a box of marshmallows from a shelf to roast a couple of them as a midnight snack. He picked up his steaming mug and decided to go to the sitting room to roast the marshmallows over the fireplace.

John sat down on the floor in front of the fire and held up the skewer holding three marshmallows over it.

He took a long sip of his drink in the meantime. The sweetness and velvety texture complemented each other on his tongue deliciously. The warmth of the liquid was only adding to the taste.

The marshmallows were ready, so he added them to his mug.

He took another sip and closed his eyes. Gunshot sounds and the screams of his bleeding colleagues were ringing in his ear.

John snapped open his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He looked over his shoulder at Sherlock and Mariana, who were still asleep.

Times had changed drastically, and so had the significance of a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows for John.

He still remembered the times he would stay up late at night, sipping a cup of hot drink with his mates in the army. Allowing himself to break the rules of their fixed sleeping schedules on rare occasions.

Before, a mug of hot chocolate meant just a fraction of comfort in the midst of his otherwise chaotic and hectic life.

Now, he was allowed to drink hot chocolate as often as he liked. The mug in his hands now represented a total sense of comfort and satisfaction minus the guilt that would follow through later on when he was still in the army.

Much like the newfound satisfaction he got out of his relationship with Sherlock and Mariana.

He would not trade that with anything in the world. Absolutely nothing.

Finishing his drink, John let out a deep sigh and placed his mug on the coffee table.

John got up and walked over to Sherlock and Mariana. He gently patted on both of their shoulders to wake them up. "Let's go to bed," he said in a voice above a whisper.

No response from either of them.

John was shaking Sherlock by his shoulder now. "Hey, Sherlock. Sherlock, wake up. You both can't be sleeping on the sofa for the whole night. Get up!"

Sherlock stirred a bit and blinked. "Mm, no." His eyes were still closed.

"Oh, come on!" John grabbed Sherlock's other arm to pull him up to his feet.

"Five more minutes," said Mariana in a slurry voice. Her eyes were still closed too.

Mariana moved away from Sherlock a little to make room for one more person between them. Sherlock moved his arm - which was around Mariana's shoulder moments ago - and pulled John down on the sofa to make him join them.

John sat down with a smile and placed each of his arms around Sherlock and Mariana's shoulders. They both noticeably relaxed in his arms as they continued to sleep.

"Don't complain about back aches tomorrow, then," John said in a low voice with amusement.

Neither of them moved an inch. On the contrary, Sherlock placed his head on John's shoulder, and Mariana nuzzled up to John from his other side.

John smiled even more and sat back on the sofa to relax for a while. It was like having a second mug of nicely made hot chocolate. Swimming in it, even.

It didn't take him long to doze off on the sofa himself.

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Prompt: Roasted Marshmallows for Fluffcember. @fluff-cember

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